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Untouchable - Five Hargreeves

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

Resume: The villain falls in love with the girl.

Trope: “ Who did this to you?” “Touch her and you are dead.” “i´ll find you in every lifetime”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: A LOT OF ANGST, swearing, mention of death, blood, fight between the Hargreeves and the Sparrows,a little enemies to lovers in the end, fluff, SMUT, degrading talk.

Word count: 15k.

A/N: Spoiler from season 3.

OMG THIS IS HUGE JAHHSHDAHSDJAHDHND it turned out bigger than i expected.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

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

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

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

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Honor comes from the Latin honoris. Indicating a person who lives with honesty and probity, basing their way of life on the dictates of morality. A principle that leads someone to have a righteous, virtuous conduct, which allows to enjoy a good reputation in society.

Five Hargreeves thought of himself as a callous man with no honor and, somehow, able to drown out the voice of morality in his head. He was very knowledgeable about literature and history, and his physics and math skills could surpass Tesla's, but philosophy for him was a bunch of weak principles and dictated by people who didn't really know the world, who didn't pass 1% of what he passed by, who did not see what he saw. Not even Socrates, Plato or Machiavelli had known the worst of humanity like him, the truth about realities. A big part of his existence came down to surviving, fighting, winning, crushing everything that threatened his life.

His cynical outlook on life led him to pragmatism, and he knows that if he wants something done, he will have to do it himself.

His actions were more about getting things done than about displaying a display of rebellion or power. However, Five was not afraid of pain or even killing. He didn't mind being the author of the worst massacres if it meant going back to his family.

Five Hargreeves don't give a damn about being the villain of the story. He did what had to be done.

It was why, when The Handle ordered him to carry out the death sentence of a Duke and Duchess in 1730, Five did not question or hesitate.

Even though in the back of his mind, in a very small part of his brain, the question arose as to why people from such an old and outdated date, he did nothing about it, much less pulled the thread from the ball of yarn that would trigger a series of questions in a row. His job was not to ask why, to investigate step by step, to go through file by file. Five wasn't on The Commission to know the reason for each death, he was on the execution.

So he went, letting the suitcase unfold before his eyes an ancient era, from a faraway time, introducing him to carriages, flowing dresses, gigantic balls. And, as much as some people considered that era poetic, Five never liked lack of practicality.

So he killed the couple as quickly as possible, determined to escape from the need to spend more hours in that old-fashioned place.

It was like any other murder he had committed over the years on The Commission; he came, killed, and left. No looking back, no questions, no hesitation. Drowning in the deepest wave any second feelings that might have submerged, ensuring his emotions were chained very well at the bottom of the ocean.

It was easy, normal, routine. He was once again the villain, and could sleep very well the night with that.

But something began to change gradually in the atmosphere, in the air.

On some mornings, it was as if Five's hands were tingling for no apparent reason, eager to catch up something he had no idea what it was. On some afternoons, his heart vibrated in his chest, like a ground being punished by an earthquake, shaking his balanced state of mind. And, on some dawns, Five's mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert, thirsty for something that not even the coldest water could appease.

Wherever he was the air stayed suddenly thin, stuffy. And sometimes, in the middle of a mission, the wind seemed to blow in only one direction, hitting Hargreeves' back as if pushing him to go in a path. At those moments, his heart returned fluttered in his chest, as if he knew that one north was calling him and was that where he needed to go.

Everything inside Hargreeves began to be affected by strange reactions, spurred by banal, mundane events.

An in a few seconds, if Five stood completely still, silencing his thoughts and hollowing out any inner voices, he could hear something in the wind calling for him. Small seconds that swept away any balance that one day he ever had.

Five Hargreeves was going through a peripeteia, and he had no idea what was causing it.

What hell is going on?

It was wen, on an afternoon where the sun hid with shame among the dark gray clouds, The Handler gave him another murder.

In 1750.

His soul shuddered inside him in that second, echoing through his bones, keeping Five's egyptian green eyes fixed on the paper in his hands, unable to look away from the bold numbers that indicated the date of his next mission.

The icy breeze ruffled his dark hair, but he didn't move. There seemed to be something important and unspoken in the air, and this time, the voice calling his name on the wind grew softly louder. Now, it didn't seem to come from the back of his mind anymore, but from a place far away.

Five looked around, in an instinctive movement in the pathetic and vain attempt to find the source of that voice.

Nothing. As always.

“Five.” The Handler snapped her fingers in front of his face “May I have your precious attention?" The irony didn't go unnoticed, but his eyes flickered to hers. “As I was saying, the time and place of this mission is strictly important. Viscount Sebastian needs to be killed in his office at midnight, in the middle of his daughter's debut ball, not a minute less and nowhere else.”

Hargreeves gave a nod. Not because he had devoted all of his attention to her, just because he wanted her to stop talking. Much of his concentration was still on the way his body and the hemisphere around him behaved. Mission times and places were standard, no need to focus on this nonsense and listen to someone reiterate the rules as if Five were a child. He was 26 years old, a child was the last thing he was.

Something seemed to be happening, occult like a current that rattles under the sea. And the knowledge that he couldn't see the bottom of the ocean unnerved every cell in his body. Hargreeves couldn't stand things he couldn't perceive, understand how it works, take it apart and put it back together again.

This time, when Five returned to the eighteenth century, with 20 years having passed in that time after his visit and only 2 weeks for him, what hit him first was not the impracticality, the carriages, the big dresses. But the wind. Strong, cold, bringing with it the voice who called his name for weeks, now loud and clear.

The dark strands of his body prickled, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. Suddenly, anxiety snaked through his body like venom, stirring every fiber in his body, pumping something into his veins that made his blood heat like lava. An emotion he couldn't name what it was.

In the last mission, Five had a string of complaints about the way the black waistcoat squeezed the white linen shirt over his abdomen, and how heavy the straight-cut coat felt heavy under his shoulders. But in this time, he wasn't bothered with the clothes he had to wear so as not to attract attention and go unnoticed. Now, with his heart pounding in his chest, his throat dry and the constant feeling that he had to be somewhere urgently, his clothes were the last things on his mind.

It was an emotion that squeezed the pit of his stomach, made his hands itch and his body shot with an adrenaline that screamed that he needed to move. That he had a more important place to be. All the sensations he'd felt leisurely over the weeks now came back with absurd force, as if he were getting close to the source of it all.

What was happening?

The moon in that far away era shone sovereignly in the sky, blessing the houses, carriages and large mansions with cascades of distilled light in the purest color of silver.

Las time, the feeling that came over Five was to get out of there as quickly as possible. But now, looking around in search of the source of the voice calling him in the wind, the last thing on his mind was leaving.

His watch still read eight o'clock, but the sensation was like he was already late.

The most practical plan was to stay hidden somewhere near the mansion where the ball was being held. Avoiding crowds, witnesses, minimizing risk and being a shadow. As always did. The most rational thing to do was to stay away from that place at all costs, until the inevitable arrived and he was forced to enter through one of the windows.

He should have done it. But he didn't.

Just as a sailor follows a siren's song on the high seas, Five followed that voice on the wind. His brain screamed for him to seek a hiding place, but his soul rebelled with an absurd ferocity, ricocheting tremors through all his bones and ordering his legs to follow a path his conscious did not know. His whole mind was confused, but his soul carried a certainty that no other living being had ever had in they life.

With no other option, stunned by the sensations in his own body, he found himself walking towards the front door of the only place he was supposed to avoid until midnight.

If Five Hargreeves had to describe what was happening to his five senses, he would say that his vision was mildly blurred, as if were searching for focus. The smell was of climax and the ambient sounds were drowned out by his own heartbeat. It was like being there in flesh and blood, but not in soul.

He didn't focus on the details of the world around him, but he knew when he finished climbing the front steps. He couldn't focus on the conversation around him, but he knew that a few people were walking beside him.

His mind saw everything, but processed nothing.

It was a mistake not to be 100% aware of the environment, not to study each individual's body language, not to constantly calculate the odds of a move going wrong. But... it was as if something prevented him from emerging to the surface.

Five didn't respond when the butler greeted him at the entrance to the great hall, but looked around as the wind from outside hit his back and his name rang in his ears once more.

It was a female voice. Now he could tell.

Going deeper into the hall, the melody of the orchestra invaded his ears while thousands of people, talking, dancing and drinking, took his view. Everything resembled a blur on a painting, the sounds were still muffled as if Five were at the bottom of the sea, and the smell transitioned between flowers, feminine perfume and poetry.

Five Hargreeves was a pragmatic, cynical and austere man. Everything that made up his being was based on rationality, laws of physics and mathematical concepts, he wasn't oscillated by tender things and he certainly wasn't carried away by things of the heart or soul. He always followed what rationality dictated. Until now.

Until now.

Like a violin string that ruptured, Hargreeves was gripped by the feeling that something very important was about to happen. Something that would not only change his existence forever, but change him for eternity. This fact stared him at back, bold, warm and as inevitable as the setting sun. And very hair on his body stood on end at once while everything inside him pulsed with a brutality that could shake his bones.

Now, the sound of the orchestra was drowned out by the soundtrack of his life, which was coming closer to apex by the second. It was like being submerged in a slow-motion, in a moment that preceded an momentous event.

As magnets are pulled one by the other in an impassable way, his eyes, as if they already knew where to look, were drawn to a figure among the others who danced in the middle of the hall.

You.

Was like an explosion. Loud and brutal. He suddenly submerged from the bottom of the sea, bewildered, desperate, out of breath. The stupor released itself all at once, bringing his mind back to the reality. Instantaneously, nothing was blurred anymore, sounds weren't muffled, and he abruptly returned to his conscious state. But his soul was not so lucky. Like being whipped by live eels, his heart pounded in his chest with such fury that he leaned over forward millimeters, his throat was drier than the Egyptian desert and now his hands itched in a hellish, bestial, uncontrollable way.

Five Hargreeves has released himself from a wave of numbness only to be hit by a tsunami of sensation.

His eyes were seeing everything clearly now, but he couldn't take his attention away from the female figure dancing in the middle of the room, her bouffant gown swirling gracefully across the floor as if deities were blowing the fabrics.

There were a lot of people around him, in front of him, behind him, but Five Hargreeves only had eyes for you.

In an insane, magical and inexplicable logic, Five had the purest certainty that it was your voice that called him in the wind, that was by the desire to touch your skin that his hands itched. Five would never be able to explain it to other people, but at that moment, there was nothing more concrete on Earth, in physics and science, than the certainty that was because of you that his soul felt, so many times, that he should be somewhere else.

Like the indubitability that you need oxygen to breathe, touching your skin has become just as indispensable. It was a matter of needing, something that now not only itched his hands, but corroded the bones in his fingers.

There was no reason for all those absurd feelings, Five had never even seen you before. But rationality had no space in that moment.

There, in that rift between the past, future and parallel realities, there was no discernment, lucidity, judgment. It was a hideaway free of any cohesiveness, with the smell of romance, an atmosphere full of emotion, passion and poetry. A distant era that allowed, for the first time in many years, that the soul of Five Hargreeves to take control of his body.

He moved, one step after another, his focus petrified on you. With each centimeter closer to your body, the more he felt able to breathe again, relieving the brutal anxiety that had been beating him for weeks, giving a truce to the martyrdom that lacerate him day after day without even him even knowing why.

You had finished your dance, clapping along with the other guests for the orchestra that started the new melody, this time more lyrical.

Your hair, the tone of which seemed to be the personification of poetry, of art, was tied in a bun that allowed a few strands to fall under your neck, the skin of your bust was speckled with a few little droplets of sweat, the perfect amount to glisten under the yellowish light of the candles in the chandelier, making a divine, almost celestial aurora radiate from you. The dark blue gown referred back to the night sky in its greatest splendor, highlight your full breasts at the straight neckline and opening at the hips in a skirt that preached the illusion of you being floating across the hall. Your lips were a red that Five had never seen in his life. A red that seemed to exist only to serve you, enhancing the color of your eyes.

You were like a mirage. An oasis in the farthest desert. One of those paintings that people come from all over the world to see in person, capable of sweeping, taking they breath away, making they cry for having to live with the burden of never having the possibility of knowing you in life.

The romantic period was going on in that century, society was tired of trends in intellectual thinking, rationalization, industrialization and the veneration of science. People longed for an escape into emotionally charged images and fantastical fiction in the visual arts and literature. And Five Hargreeves was certain that you were one of the greatest inspirations of this movement. It was so clear that you were the influence of John Waterhouse's paintings, sweeping the hearts of artists and illuminating poets. Lord Byron was thinking of you when he created the short lyric poem “She Walks in Beauty”, completely fascinated by you.

That thought shuddered Five's soul even more. And an acidic emotion rose in his throat and burned his eyes. In his chest was injected the feeling that he was facing one of the greatest beauties in history, the person the poems and paintings were based on, the inspiration for so many names of literature and art that would become renowned.

There, in front of him, was more than a person. It was a piece of history, art, literature, a beauty that was immortalized and that would be admired even after centuries. Five had already gone to different times in the past, but nothing touched his soul as much as now. As much as you.

Five Hargreeves went in your direction like a sailor following a siren's song across the seven seas.

You were relatively distracted when he got to you. Lungs catching breath from the last dance, body preparing for the next, your mind was on that ballroom but your heart was far away. It was universally true that girls your age should revel in balls like this one. Full of potential husbands, dancing and music, governed by a perfect night for falling in love. You came to like it in the past, but now, after so many similar events, everything didn't have the same magic anymore.

You've heard enough stories - filled with adrenaline, pirate ships and dangerous waters - to crave adventure in your life. It was also noticed that you spent too much time with your books, and that the consequence of spending so many hours in the fictional world brought you very high standards for men and love. The whispers through the darkened streets were that you would end up a spinster. Since you took no interest in any gentleman who courted your hand.

In your defense, it wasn't your fault. The men in your reality were terribly...tasteless.

That was until he showed up.

You don't know where he emerged, or what lineage he was from, much less his name. But he came towards you like that was more important than breathing. In a virile, perfect posture. As if he knew all the secrets of the world and was able to show you them.

One of the first things you noticed were the eyes. The room was partially dark, lit only by the flickering candles in the candelabra, but the darkness only made his eyes clearer. Intense greens. Of such a pure emerald tone that it shone like a mystical cat, calling you to sink in his greenish sea. The stranger had hair as black as midnight, which fell softly and romantically over a face with firm features; jaw as sharp as a razor and a nose full of masculine personality. Although was well dressed, all his clothes, with the exception of the white linen shirt, were as dark as the strands of his hair, something unusual among the sophisticated gentlemen who were invited.

Looking at that gorgeous face, you were left speechless. The deities had been generous to this man, gifting him with bold, aristocratic features and iris as green as Egypt's most precious jewels. The mystery and secrets contained within in those eyes were a fascinating contrast.

“Can I have this dance?” Just a sentence.

He didn't introduce himself, he didn't say who he was. He just dropped that sentence as if it was the only thing he really cared to say.

The gravity of his words made your heart flutter. What a beautiful voice that man had. With a provocative huskiness, a touch of superb, as if he were an oracle at his peak in ancient Greece. The sound seemed to seep into your body and run through you like warm honey.

The truth was, you had reserved the dance for another gentleman, but in that second, you couldn't care less.

“Of course, milord.” That's what you said, accepting the hand he extended to you.

Never taking his eyes off yours, an unfamiliar sensation washed over your mortal body and engulfed everyone around you. You wondered if it was just the stuff of your imagination or if he too felt the electricity whip through his body as he positioned you closer to dance.

Single women weren't allowed to touch men's hands if you weren't wearing gloves, and that rule had never bothered you. Until now.

Until be affected by an insane, visceral desire to feel that man's skin. Of experiencing the heat radiating from his hand against yours, of feeling those white fingers, slender and pale, holding your denude skin. You've never been touched by a man without a layer of clothing intervening. No brushing of elbows, no bumped of fingers, no errant caresses. And you wondered what it was about that man that made you aware of this deprivation. That stranger radiated secrets in an inexplicable but extremely palpable way in the air and you wanted to feel the touch of mystery on your skin more than you wanted to breathe. A will as strong as fear, as intense as hunger.

Your soul screamed in frustration because of the dress when his hand cupped your cover waist. In a touch so firm it only existed in the romance novels you read. Your heart raced, your breath disappeared, and you didn't notice when you rested your hand on his shoulder and your feet began to follow the rhythm of the waltz.

It was pathetic the intensity of your emotions for a man you had just met and didn't even know his name. But, it was like you'd found something didn't even know you'd lost.

Well… if it was the lack of knowledge of his name that was making things a little difficult…

“Aren't you going to tell me your name? Mine is Y/n”

Your voice, sweet as molasses, velvety as suede, made the hairs on the back of Five's neck stand on end. He recognized the timbre now, he had already heard you calling for him in the wind, but nothing surpassed hearing you from inches away.

This was one of those moments where, if you asked Five why he was doing this, he couldn't answer. He couldn't find any logical answers to his actions, reactions, thoughts. But, once again, this rift in space and time was an environment free of rationality. He didn't need this here. He felt he didn't need to. Not when had you in his arms.

A name…

Five Hargreeves was the name of a villain. Someone who would carry on his shoulders to the grave the weight of the thousands of souls he killed. Someone whose hands were marked, eternally, with thick, hot blood. A proof that his destiny was traced directly to hell. His name was the personification of a freak created to be a hero, an orphan in the apocalypse, a man who belonged nowhere in the timeline, someone without family for many decades.

He looked at the hands that held you. The hands of a serial killer. And then he looked at you, full of beauty, life, happiness and innocence. It was like committing a crime against nature to hold something so pure in such infamous, disgraced, death-scarred hands. And something inside he twisted with something like pain…disgust, for the fist time.

His soul didn't want to hold you in the hands of Five Hargreeves.

Five Hargreeves was the villain. And he didn't want to be that man right there.

His mouth, which looked so beautiful yet so dangerous, softly approached the foot of your ear, while the body of you two continued to follow the steps of the waltz. "We don't need names here."

A current of electricity slammed into your body like a whiplash from a live eel, raising goose bumps on parts of your skin you didn't even know you had. My goodness, it was a sin for a single man to have that much charm.

Sensible young women would have turned away at once. Practical girls who appreciated rationality, sincerity and transparency, who had no estimate for games, mystery and sensuality, would have rolled their eyes. But you were not sensible, practical or appreciative of the good customs of the epoch.

You were romantic, hungry for a good charade, adventure. And that man seemed to be built by those two things.

The world was just a shapeless blur, other people were no more than wandering silhouettes, and the atmosphere was enraptured by the flickering orange light of the candles in the candelabra. The smell was of poetry, romance and freedom, which intoxicated the brain and alcoholize any common sense. Was like a magical place in the middle of space and time, a rift that allowed just being. Time passed slowly, as if dancing together with you two.

‘One second can change many things...’

Just as Five could hear his father's voice saying 'I told you so' during his years in the apocalypse, he could hear his words now.

‘you can crumble empires, win battles...’

Five swirled you around before pulling you into his arms once more, his heart pounding with each passing moment. Neither of you realized it, but every second you spent together, every step, more messed up the timeline.

You smiled full of romance and magic as he leaned you back, his hand firm on your spine, bringing you to the surface and returning to dance around the hall with the waltz that dandle yours bodies.

‘you can fall in love.’

With every strong step the two of you took on the floor, in an apocalypse dance, realities were immediately misaligned. With each spin, lines of events were exploded into other universes. With each look shared, with each smile, with each heartbeat full of romance, people were erased, born, disappeared.

An apocalypse was brewing somewhere because of his hands on your body. A mystical waltz that brought the ascension of chaos in other timelines.

Neither of you two knew about it. But if Five knew, he wouldn't keep his hands off you anyway. Five Hargreeves was the villain in many realities. And he would accept the burden of being in a few more if it meant having you in his arms.

In an inexplicable and irrational way, what was happening now had more importance than everything he had ever lived and would live through in his entire life.

"You dance very well." You praised him, and his hands on you tighten a little more.

"No more than you". Then he gave that smile.

The half smile that lifted only one corner of his mouth. Malicious, sagacious, sphinx. Who promised to know all the mysteries of the world and show you all the sins of life. What man was that? So full of charm, sensuality, beauty. He seemed out of this world and you found yourself wishing that time would freeze in that moment, that you could hold onto your chest and live in that dance for the rest of your life.

There was something different in the air. A soul-deep feeling that whispered that your life would never be the same again.

Not after this man.

“It is not difficult to find women who dance.” You joked. "You've certainly danced with others to know."

Yes, with his mother and Allison.

But even if he had been dancing with all the women in the world, they would have disappeared in that moment. No memories memory experiences with other women could stand out at that moment.

"If I danced, they all disappeared the moment I waltzed with you." He realized he might have said the right thing, because he could see the breath go out of your lungs and cheekbones flush deliciously.

God in heaven… this girl was breathtakingly beautiful.

Five led you around the hall masterfully, committing your features to his mind like the tattoo on his wrist. Permanently, eternally. Suddenly, he was struck down by the insane desire to know more about you. To hear more of your voice, to taste the way the words flowed from your lips like the purest honey.

You were like a drug, an obsession. An addiction that had stuck with him since the first time he came into that century, since he breathed the same air as you, since he coexisted under the same night sky as you. There was insane logic in the fact that his soul felt your presence without even seeing you on that first mission. He would never be able to explain it, but somehow it made sense inside in him.

Five Hargreeves didn't think about what would happen when he had to leave. He didn't think about the withdrawal his body would suffer when he was away from you. Much less noticed the way there seemed to be something important in the air. If he had been in full intellectual faculties and grounded in rationality, he would have managed to understand that that something was the temporal lines collapsing, an apocalypse forming elsewhere, pure and perfect chaos destroying parallel realities.

But he was not being led by rationality. And even if he was, he wouldn't have minded a few worlds burning if it meant having you next to his body. He didn't care. But The Commission was a different case.

But Five Hargreeves wasn't thinking about any of that.

He conducted a conversation with you the way he conducted that waltz. He discovered that you liked the high seas even though you were never allowed to be on a ship. You loved nature and enjoyed good books. He heard your eagerness to know the world and learn about different cultures, that you wanted to unravel the mysteries of Egypt, see the architecture of Greece, visit Spain and wanted to go swim in the beaches of Brazil. You were an adventurer, and Five's heart skipped a beat for it.

But in a corner of his soul, deep down, he felt an ache reverberate through his bones. The urge to tell you about the world came with overwhelming force, and something inside him died when he realized he could never tell you the truth about the subjects you cared about.

He could never tell all that the world already knew about Egypt, about its tombs and its pharaohs. He could never be able to show the beauty of Brazil's beaches that become famous tourist spots, and he reserved a note in his brain that you would have loved to visit Genipabu in Brazil, a beach with huge sand dunes that seemed to be the junction of a huge desert whit a beach. He could not tell you what science, oceanography and marine biologists already knew about the oceans. He could never say about the cruises that roamed the seas in all the luxury and comfort, much less about the planes.

Five Hargreeves would never be able to show you the world. And his soul decided to torture itself even more thinking about what it would be like if you were from his time. The things you would do, the freedom you could enjoy.

He could show you anything you wanted, tell you the secrets of the universe…His secrets.

When the waltz was over, on a note as dramatic as the situation, you couldn't say goodbye to him. Your soul, enchanted and completely enraptured by the man in front of you, vehemently refused to remove your hand over his. It seemed that every molecule in your body, every corner of your spirit, every fiber of your being, had defined that it was with that man that they wanted to stay. Forever.

What was foolish.

The truth was that the sensation of poetry, romance and magic that surrounded you two throughout the dance, had evaporated from the air like mist in the sun. Now the sure that you two weren't meant to be together hung in the air like a black cloud, thundering and flashing. This feeling oppressed you with an overwhelming force, so tangible it was possible to cut it with a razor.

No words needed to be said, but it was stamped into the environment, filling every millimeter and gap, putting that magical dance into a category that would never go beyond that: a dance.

A feeling of melancholy jabbed your throat like a scorpion's sting, injecting an emotion of sadness and helplessness into your blood like distilled poison. You didn't want that to be the end. You didn't want to say goodbye. Even with everything in the air indicating that whatever existed between the two of you, ended here, now.

Five's eyes seemed to exude the same as you. Feeling the end heavy and resounding in the air, reverberating like thunder, as every corner of his soul roared the opposite. The green sea of his irises looked like it was in the middle of a storm. Full of pain, anger. With colossal waves and revolts, which promised to destroy everything they saw ahead. Just like the oceans did in the apocalyptic events in the era of Younger Dryas.

Somehow, without having to utter a single sentence, you both knew you were feeling the same thing. Wishing, with all their might, that this wasn't the end, that they were able to hold time against their chest in a tight, desperate embrace, an attempt to freeze the pointers.

At that moment, Five clamored, to any god who would listen, that you not be taken from his arms.

However, like the evil joke that was his life, his thoughts were cut short by the chiming of the clock. 11 chimes. That echoed in his soul like the trumpets of hell, laughing at him, mocking him, making fun of a murderer thinking he would be graced with something like you.

Five Hargreeves was a villain. And he was destined to have the things villains deserve. And none of this things included someone like you.

In that sadistic moment, Five finally understood a sentence from one of the books Grace read to them at night; ‘If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.’

Yes. Now he understood. Five Hargreeves leaned in, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, laying a kiss that, however much it was impeded by the muslin layer of your glove, he prayed that this kiss could transmit all the feelings he could never say. This are the only kiss he could give you. That sentence echoed in his head like a fact, as sure as the sky is blue, as true as the salt in the oceans.

And when he went to the core of hell, paying for all his sins, he would brag to the other demons that he had been to heaven without ever having entered it.

You wish you'd said something, asked where he was from, stopped him from going. But none of that happened. This was one of those moments that we regret forever, that are branded in a red-hot iron in the soul, in the mind, in the body. Everything inside you was screaming to go after him when Five turned arund and walked into the sea of guests. But he disappeared in the waves before you could even move your feet.

No one had to tell you, but you knew you'd never see him again. And your heart would never beat for another.

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Five Hargreeves has had to do a lot of horrible things over the years. Actions he wasn't proud of but he knew needed to be done, nights awash in blood and the smell of death.

But nothing has wobble him as much as you have.

His soul, body and mind, trained since he was a child not to develop any weakness that would prevent him from being a perfect hero, then perfected and aggravated by the Commission to be the unbeatable assassin, were rarely stirred by feelings.

He was cynical, hard-nosed, crotchety and arrogant. He never got carried away by emotions and, as much as his desire to save his family is pure, he will cross any ethical lines for the greater good. And all of that made him the Commission's best weapon.

Until now.

Until his emotions messed up not just one, but thousands of timelines. Created catastrophes, formed apocalypses, killed people. Hargreeves meeting you was something that could never have happened. Repudiated not just by nature but by the gods. Having you in his arms was like a crime against the timeline, against the balance of the world.

And heavens and hells would make him pay. With work, blood, or his heart. Promising to take not only the soul, but any hope of laying eyes on you once again. As Icarus had his downfall for the sun, so Hargreeves had for you. In a triumphal ruin.

“Do you have any idea what you caused ?!” It was the first thing The Handler said as soon as Five returned from his mission, seconds after he had killed his target.

Her voice was loud, suffused with anger and rage and… despair. Five frowned, soul still aching from having to leave you, your warmth still in his arms. He didn't have the head to deal with her right now. Not when he had so much to process.

“A death.”

“Don't play smart on me!” Her roar was loud enough for Hargreeves to realize that something really serious was going on. The Handler was many things, but she never got worked up without good reason.

The clatter of her heels echoed through the room as she walked towards him, her eyes full of fierce emotion.

“You had only one job to do! One! Kill the man and get out of there. Like always!" Her voice was as rough as desert sand. “But not only did you mess up entire timelines, but created apocalypses on thousands of worlds that were to happen only thousands of years later!"

Five's mind was racing like a Catarina wheel, spinning at full throttle as it tried to put the pieces together. He blinked once, twice, his heart starting to race with the feeling that something devastating was about to be revealed.

He looked at The Handler, who understood his look. "That's right! Your little feat of dancing with that girl shattered thousands of timelines! People were killed, disappeared, events took a completely different course because of your little impertinence!"

She pulled his arm towards the thousands of screens that monitored infinite realities. And what he saw was chaos. Pure and perfect. Some worlds succumbed to fire, others to water, others to war. But they had devastation as a resemblance.

Five can hear the voices of other Commission workers in the background, in another corridor, other rooms. Some sounded desperate, others irritated, and others helpless, but all seemed concerned. He couldn't even say that he didn't know that little things had chain reactions. Because he knew. There was nothing to justify his actions, for he didn't even have a good reason for himself.

But the truth was, even staring the apocalypse in the face across nine different monitors, he felt no…remorse. There wasn't a part of him that would have done differently, that wouldn't have touched you, that wouldn't have known you. Deep in his soul Hargreeves knew he didn't care how many worlds he had destroyed just by touching you. He was going to hell anyway, it was better to have a memory of you to remember for eternity.

"...we'll have to kill her." It was just that sentence that Five's messed up mind paid attention to.

Then everything stopped.

The weather, the conversations. The world seemed to have held their breath, suspended, staring at Five. Everything inside him fell silent into scary silence, and he turned slowly toward The Handler, all his senses heightened, heart still, mind clear.

She seemed to notice his state. "What did you expect?! You know how things work. Causers of apocalypse get killed, that's our job! And because of that dance of yours, this girl has caused nine different apocalypses.”

There was a kind of insane, evil logic to the situation. The last riddle of gods and life to see Five Hargreeves on his knees. Broken, empty. To punish his sins, taking from him what he took from so many people. They engineered his downfall perfectly, writing with a red-hot iron on his soul the sentence that he could never be happy. His curse, the price to pay. Cosmic fit.

What the fucking hell.

“I'll send some agent to kill her immediately and...”

But Five Hargreeves has never been one to accept sentences imposed on him with his head down. Limitations, rules. He made his own destiny, no matter what he told him, and lived with the consequences. No god, destiny or universe dictated his life.

Everything inside him roared like a beast. Exploding, bursting, sending any control flying away. In an action without any hesitation, delicacy or ambiguities, his hand closed on The Handler's arm. In a firm, strong, tense grip that started hurt her very soon.

She looked at him in a mixture of shock and annoyance. There were very few people in the world willing to face a woman on her level, some too fearful, others who value life too much. But Five Hargreeves was none of those things. He'd never known any predator he should fear, everyone knew he was capable of anything and everything. Maybe there was no line he was able from crossing, or plan he wasn't capable of executing.

Five Hargreeves was the predator she should fear.

And The Handler realized that. For in that pair of eyes she saw danger, rage, pure and perfect hate. His sea of green gave way to red, glittering waves, shining with all the blood he had already spilled. And with a warning that he wouldn't mind spilling more.

“Stay. away. from. her. ” he guided each word with a tighter grip on her delicate arm, sure to leave marks that won't go away anytime soon.

Bewildered, she looked at him like a man possessed, filled with a rage that could fuel hell all by itself. The Handler had never seen him in that state, he was always angry, annoyed, acidic, but that… that was hatred, a bloodthirsty hate.

Five Hargreeves promised to go to hell and drag anyone with him without saying a word.

For the first time in her life, The Handler was afraid.

“Five...you know her need to die...”

"Listen to me" He vociferate, shaking her by the arm. “I don't give a fuck what you have to say. I swear, for all that exists in this world, that if you lay one finger on her, there will be nowhere on earth you can fuck hide from me.”

Five Hargreeves was a tall, masculine man, wrapped in a macabre and sinister aura when he wanted to. He pulled The Handler closer, his face filled with colossal rage being etched like a tattoo into her soul.

“I don't give a fuck about how many worlds are ending, I don't give a fuck if fucking people are dying! You won't touch her until the day I'm dead! And you can bet that, even seven feet under the ground, I'll find a way to take you with me to hell if you do fucking something to her."

You were untouchable.

All of his work on The Commission was about killing a number of people to save even more. But he would never, ever, sacrifice you for the greater good. Not even if it meant millions of dead people.

It didn't matter as long as you weren't one of the dead.

Without waiting for further discussion, he led The Handler towards the exit door, leading her out of the room and locking the door when he returned. Five wasn't stupid or naive to think that she would follow his orders. The handler might be afraid of him, but she knew how to get what she wanted, no matter how long it took. And now that he'd bruised her ego, Five knew she'd make it her primary mission to kill you.

Something he would never let happen.

If someone asked where so much anger, so much sense of protection came from, Five Hargreeves couldn't say. Because he didn't even know. In the same way that he still didn't understand everything that had happened, everything that he had been feeling, he still hadn't reasoned where such primitive, territorialist impulses came from. He had no idea where it all came from, but he was sure he could never let anything bad happen to you.

In a twisted and somewhat obscure way, you had gained a villain as a protector. A fallen angel who didn't promise to do good to people, but only to you. Who swore allegiance not to humanity, but solemnly, exclusively, to you.

It was a sensation that filled his entire body like boiling lava. And Five put his hand in the fire for the certainty that he would never be able to get rid of his feelings for you again.

His soul said that, as long as he was alive, he would be yours.

Making his mind work faster than it ever had before, Five Hargreeves concluded that every record of you had to go. There could no longer be documents proving that you were part of humanity. That once you had a name, a house, a reality. Five would have to erase you from any and all records. Forever. The only way to keep you out of the hands of the people who had access to every form of terrestrial existence, was to erase you from the world. Only then, hidden from the Commission, could you live happily. Fully.

But throwing all your documents away was signing the sentence that he was took the risk of never getting to see you again. Without them, finding someone was nearly impossible, much less accessing their reality. Five could start a calculation to find you one day, but that could take years, ages, and even if he memorized your documents number by number, did the calculations and managed to get to you without any side effects, The Commission could follow him and find you.

And finding a civilian's documents was much easier than finding a special agent like him and throwing them away too.

Once again, his life was a cruel joke of the gods, which served as entertainment for any higher power. Five strongly believed that, if there was anything above or below him, they designed his life for they own amusement.

Five Hargreeves spent hours in the file room, locked in that cubicle, not letting anyone in, not getting out. Once he disappeared with your documents, he would be declared a traitor and deserter, where his punishment would not only be more years of work, but death.

The world was spinning. Head ached. A sound gnawed at his mind, a scratch without melody, like a rustle of paper. Someone had taken a scream, a memory and a fear, crumpled it into a jagged ball, and used it to stuff Five's skull. He need to think of a plan that covered all the rough edges, but his eyes were bombarded with futures he didn't want to think about. Every time he blinked he felt the tragedy lurking in a dark and dismal corner, ready to catch him in their sharp mouths and take him somewhere he feared to go.

A place where the worst had happened to you.

Suddenly, the world was filled with secrets, fears and terror. Just as his soul took control of him in that night, it was the same in this moment. Five Hargreeves wasn't someone to get carried away by anything, but the feeling that something very bad was about to happen to you haunted him to the bone. That would be the perfect ending to his sinful life story; having the one person who touched his feelings so powerfully killed in the same way he killed so many other people.

Life was taking its toll on all the things he had done. For a second, he was afraid of that reckoning. Because the worst is not the bullet hitting yourself, but someone you like.

The feeling outside of being torn apart. All the patches and pieces of what it was to be Five Hargreeves - which he had been painstakingly piecing together throughout his life - were coming loose again, all at once. The clock was ticking, the hours were ticking, and he knew that just as he was coming up with a plan, so was The Handler.

It was a macabre race against time, in which if he lost, he had the feeling he would never fully recover. Not without a part of his soul dying along with you.

When he found your documents, the photo they had of you was a portrait made in that last century, a small painting of your face, eternalizing your smile. Suddenly, the memory of how you'd smiled at him like that gripped him like a demon. And when the memories of you intensified, they brought no comfort, just only fear and dread. Five Hargreeves could not live with himself if those memories were tainted by the knowledge that he was the cause of his tragedy. He would never be able to remember those tender moments again if memories of you were vandalized by images of how you were killed.

It was too late to remedy the consequences of what he had unleashed. The macabre possibilities of what The Handler could do to you were there, tattooed on his brain, as if they would snap open and bolt to reality at any moment. So, as panic rose, Five Hargreeves' mind slammed shut like a heavy book. He wouldn't let any of that happen. Never.

After scheming and checking all the plans in his mind, Five decided that he had already orchestrated the almost perfect scheme. He would destroy all of your documents and, when he had done that, he could no longer remain on the Commission. Thus, he would steal the mission from one of the agents about killing John F. Kennedy, the time that most closely matched his calculations to return to the family in 2019. Then Five Hargreeves would evade The Commission and deal with them without being an employee anymore. And even if they went after him, they would never find you.

Not even Five.

And so it was done.

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Five Hargreeves went through the reunion with his family, faced the commission agents coming after him to kill him, dealt with The Handler and put up with his siblings drama.

In a matter of weeks, he had already gotten himself into so much trouble and confusion that sometimes he didn't even have time to breathe. Processing events and digesting them had become a luxury he no longer had, and saving the world from one apocalypse and falling into another had seemed to become a family pastime.

But there were nights. Cold, when the moon reached its apex in the sky and the rain poured down on the ground, when he was finally able to be alone and clear his mind. In those rare moments, the only thing on his mind was you.

Always you.

His point of peace, his refuge from his constant stress and pressure was in the images of you. In the way your body fit perfectly in his hands, in the way your gaze, enchanted and completely shining, did not leave his. Five Hargreeves felt that, like him at that moment, there was no other place you would rather be.

Twenty years could go by, but he would still feel what it was like to have your warmth in his arms, in the smell that your perfume exhaled and in the way the candles in the candelabra glowed on your skin. You were like a goddess, dancing at that ball as if the world would never be graced with such beauty again.

When Five Hargreeves closed his eyes, he could see you perfectly. Swirling around as if the ground were your clouds and everyone there were mere mortals, watching what the angels in heaven looked like.

It was like a dark paradise. He managed to slake some of that suffocating tightness in his chest whenever he returned to those memories, but it resulted in more flagellations in his poor, tortured soul. The notion that he would never have anything but memories, dreams, and mowed wishes, would skin him alive until his last days. Five would forever be haunted by the notion that, even when he died, you wouldn't be waiting on the other side.

You would be in heaven. And he belonged in hell.

But, it was worth it.

All the pain, all the desperation his soul struggled with, all the shortness of breath that coiled in his lungs, all the feeling of being stabbed with a dagger knowing his would never lay hands on you again, it was all worth it when he reviewed your face in his memories.

Five Hargreeves didn't clamored for relief from his pain, balm for the cuts deep in his soul, a minute's mercy. No, he accepted all of his fate with his head held high. He clamored for you to be okay. Safe, happy. Free from any worries or tribulations. He wished you had forgotten about him, erased that night from your blood, because it would be impossible to live if he knew you were suffering just like him.

Five Hargreeves had never given you a single kiss, tucked your hair in his fingers and tasted your tongue, but he didn't need it. His soul didn't need that to fall madly in love with you.

Yes, pure and perfect passion. It was the only logical explanation for how he felt about you.

Even though he never tasted your skin in his mouth, or touched you without the interference of a piece of clothing, Five Hargreeves was in love with you.

And it would be for the rest of his life.

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All the Hargreeves siblings thought all was well when the Commission was defeated and they got a briefcase to take them back at home. The nightmare of the second apocalypse had already passed and now the feeling that invaded their bodies was one of relief. For a second, Klaus thought that everything would now be back on track; with the family together, stronger ties and improved relationships.

Everyone thought so, actually.

The shimmering blue flash engulfed all the brothers, passing through the barriers of space and time, leaving the Hargreeves in the mansion where they grew up and spent most of their lives. Everyone looked happy, relaxed. And Five also shared the same relief.

Until that fateful moment.

Until a draft of wind enter through the window behind him and hitting his back, bringing a feeling that immediately made every hair on his body stand on end. In a matter of seconds, all sense of relief, calm, and peace were shattered, exploding one by one with the same aggressiveness of a nuclear bomb. The world seemed to stumble and stoped, the colors of the hemisphere fluidized into a vintage orange, flickering, almost as if the lighting came from candles.

As much as his siblings were laughing and making noises, everything for Five was quiet, in a tacit silence. The sound of cars on the streets did not exist anymore, the conversations disappeared, and, little by little, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat. Increasing in tempo gradually, like a soundtrack.

Then, in the apex of silence, when Five could already hear the blood rushing through his veins, he listened.

Five.

Your voice in the wind, almost like a whisper. Calling for him. Just like you did a long time ago.

His soul gave a scream that shook him to the very bones, and he didn't notice when his eyes widened and his breath hitched. Suddenly, his whole body came back to life, being pulled sharply from the bottom of the ocean, submerging, desperately, breathless, astonished. Abruptly, the heat returned to his hands, to his cheeks, to his heart. Five could feel warmth coursing through his body as if they had rekindled the flame of his soul.

Was like resurrect.

He looked back in one jerk, spinning in place, heart pounding in his ribcage, his frantic, frantic eyes darting around every corner.

Nothing.

“Hey, are you okay?” Klaus looked back, focusing on his brother, but Five didn't respond.

He walked past Klaus as if he couldn't hear him, his eyes and hands trembling visibly, his step tight. Five chased the wind current as if he were chased his life, oblivious to anything or anyone.

His siblings, finding the situation strange, followed him without hesitation, accompanying the owner with green eyes entering more in the house. They had no idea what to expect, or what to think, but they stopped behind Five as he froze in the middle of the living room, eyes petrified, wide, fixed on a very specific spot at the top of the stairs.

But nobody noticed what he saw.

While all the Hargreeves were taken aback by Reginald's appearance in the outer corner of the room, stunned and petrified, growing more and more stunned as their father went on to explain the situation, Five couldn't take his eyes off the top of the stairs. Nothing in the world would have made him look elsewhere.

You.

Fucking hell...you.

There, standing next to people he didn't care to find out who they were, looking down, observing at the people who had just entered.

Suddenly, everything inside him was whipped by currents of electricity, as if he'd been struck by lightning. An argument seemed to be brewing in the background, but Five Hargreeves didn't fucking care. May the world explode, may everything end up in dust, fire or water. He didn't want to know.

You were there. With the sunlight coming through the large windows behind your back, and illuminating your silhouette as if you were a deity, a goddess, a muse. You shone. Like the gates of heaven. At that moment, the soul of Five Hargreeves fell to his knees in front of you. For you.

An extremely strong emotion invaded him without asking permission, destroying everything he once was. Five felt like crying.

As a war in the background unfolded, the people who were beside you started to descend the stairs one by one. But he couldn't take his eyes off you.

“Five. Five.” Luther seemed to call out to him in the background, but he didn't care.

You walked down the steps the same way you glided through that ballroom, as if the floor were your clouds. Yours robes were uniform this time, but Five was pretty sure that behind that high collar, your skin harbored a birthmark on your collarbone. Your hair was down, but he knew how you looked with your strands tied up.

With each step you took, more his pulse quickened. It was like a dream, a mirage, his oasis in the scorching desert. At some point in the battle against the Commission he had died, and that was his dream.

However, Luther's hand gripped his arm, forcing his green eyes to meet his brother's.

“Dude, what's wrong with you? Didn't you hear dad saying that we're in another reality?”

“I am not your father.” Reginald countered. “Not in this reality.”

Five frowned, rationality slowly returning to his body, his brain taking over once more. A parallel reality. That explained a lot. A reality where…you existed.

Holy shit.

Someone said the Hargreeves had better go, and Five would have laughed out loud if he hadn't submerged in thoughts. If they really was in a parallel reality, that meant you didn't remember him. You didn't even know him. The version who have danced with him was still in another century, in a timeline far, far away.

But…Five looked up. You radiated the same beauty of the romantic period as before, your skin still looked feather soft, your lips still where able to take away his complete self-control, your eyes still have… the same glow that he remembered so many times during so many nights.

You didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Because Five knew you.

He suffered the worst of martyrdoms all this time, and now that he'd finally, finally found you once more, he wasn't going to leave. Even if it meant having to make you fall in love with him all over again. In fact, Five Hargreeves would dedicate his entire lives to making you fall in love with him all over again in every reality there is. He would have as many times as necessary a first dance with you.

He didn't realize it, but his lips lifted in a smile. In a snap of fingers, everything reached a apex, higher than the buildings, higher even to the clouds. All the problems evaporated like mist in the sun, and being in a parallel reality, with a father that wasn't his, in a house that wasn't the one he grew up in, seemed to be extremely insignificant.

For the first time in a long time, Five Hargreeves was happy. And nothing would change that.

That's when, amidst all the arguing the Hargreeves and Sparrows were having around, your eyes met his. And for him it was like coming home after an excruciating winter.

You cocked your head slightly to the side, intrigued by the way that man was looking at you so…surrendered. You understood the gravity of the situation, of those strangers breaking into your home and trying to claim everything as theirs. You were also irritated just like your siblings.

But... when you looked at that man… with eyes so green and hair so dark, something inside you caught your breath. A shiver went up your spine. And maybe you were crazy, but you can swear that felt your soul heave a sigh of…relief. A strange, emotional feeling reverberated through your spirit as if…somehow you'd just found what you've spent so long waiting to met again.

It don’t make sense.

As the confrontation unfolded between the two families, you couldn't help but notice that, minute by minute, you found yourself wanting to look at this man more. As if it were never going to be enough, as if the second you turned your head, you were overcome with an insane urge to see more. You should be focused on trying to get those strangers out of your house, not admiring one of them.

But Five realized that. A spark inside him vibrated with hope, and he delighted in being able to relive the feeling of what it was like to be looked at by you again.

But before he or you could even do anything, the physical feud between the two families broke out with astonishing speed, spreading like the plague. Diego, as usual, was the first to go into battle, followed by Luther and Allison.

See, you didn't consider yourself a confrontational person. Your peculiarity was to manipulate the natural elements and, although that made you one of the strongest figures among your siblings, you had a more adventurous spirit than a fighter. There was no such homeric thirst in your blood to be the best, the strongest, the most brutal. Ben said that was the most unattractive thing about you, but Sloane saw this feature with good eyes. Like you, she wasn't much inclined to brutality.

The fight drove you and Five away from each other, separated by rooms, siblings and war. You saw your family appeal to brute aggression very quickly, while, if you're honest, you didn't want to hurt anyone. Is trut that you were irritated by the way they claimed your house as theirs, but you didn't think they were bad people.

Or all this bland resolutions were for the fact that you didn't want to hurt him. Because, in some way you couldn't explain, you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

But that's when Alphonso yelled at you from upstairs. “Y/N! Do fucking something too!”

Everyone was scattered around the house, but you still remained downstairs, in the living room, arranging a way to help without being very aggressive like your siblings were being. You had no intention of killing or seriously injuring them, but you also weren't willing to put up with the scolding your brothers would give you if you continued to be omitte.

So, when one of the strangers came running to get away from something, the tail of his dark overcoat dancing in the air and his black hat toppling along the path, your reaction was to do the one thing that couldn't seem to do any real damage. In a wave of the hand, the windows were shattered by large, sprawling tree roots, that came out of the garden earth like thick snakes and entered the house in a steady stream.

The man gave a high-pitched scream, but his feet were already entwined by the roots and he was knocked to the ground. The roots, which spilled earth over the floor and exhaled a forest smell, wrapped themselves around the man's body up to his chest, with the only purpose of immobilizing him.

You weren't putting force or brutality, and you were sure the roots were just putting considerable pressure on, like a bandage around an injured arm. But the man didn't seem to notice this, because he kept screaming.

The fear should still be clouding his senses, and you revealed the situation. For it wasn't often that someone was wrapped around by giant roots that moved of their own accord. In your place, you would have reacted that way too.

“Hey, hey” you tried to get closer “It's ok, they won't hurt you and…”

But your speech was interrupted by shrill hum, which cut through the air with force and passed like a bullet in front of your face, shaking a few locks of your hair. The speed were frightening, and for a second your heart stopped in your chest. The fright made you take two steps back immediately, but in a matter of seconds any feeling was replaced by a very strong burning in your left cheek. In the same second, a hot liquid began to ooze from your injured skin like water in a current, spreading pain wherever went.

Two seconds that were able to put you face to face with death. Because that attack was not joking.

The bearded man ran to help the one who was lying on the ground, forcing his freedom between the roots that were now weak due to your distraction.

Unlike you, Diego didn't care about the things he had to do to save his family. He was willing to injure, inflict permanent damage, even killing if that was the only way out. He would have a guilty conscience later, but in the heat of the moment, he wouldn't hesitate. Diego did this to the Commission agents hours ago, and he would do this to you if he had to. As sure as the sky was blue, the Sparrows were the enemy. And he was the hero. Thats it. Two polar opposites, destined to face each other into the death.

And that was why he didn't hesitate to attack when he saw Klaus lying on the floor, screaming as if he were being killed. After getting a small taste of the kind of things your powers were capable of doing, it was pretty clear that you were one of the first ones that needed to go down. So Diego didn't hesitate either when he pulled Klaus off the ground, and wielded yet another dagger. Aiming not to hurt, but to kill.

But love could drive even the smartest minds crazy.

Because when the dagger was thrown in the air, a blue flash invaded the scene and a male body enveloped yours, pushing both of you aside in a rough, protective, intense gesture.

Five Hargreeves was on the stair railing, fighting Jayme, when Klaus's screams grab his attention. He didn't have much time to process what he was seeing, but the moment one of Diego's daggers slashed across your cheek, the primal, visceral instinct he'd felt so long ago, with The Handler on The Commission, roared through him like an angry beast. So when another dagger was wielded and thrown into the air, he didn't think twice, didn't hesitate, didn't blink.

Dropping everything behind, Five Hargreeves dove into the blue flash, having you as the only focus in mind.

As soon as the crash of his body with yours caused you both to leave the deadly path, the arms, masculine and wide, wrapped around your back as if he were holding the only anchorage on the high seas in the middle of a storm. His heart was pounding in his chest, and as much that adrenaline, primal instinct and rage were bubbling through his body, he still managed to feel his soul sighing in deep relief when felt your warmth again in his arms.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Diego's angry roar seemed to shake the walls, but didn't stop the obstinate, angry look that swallowed Five's expression.

“Diego…” his voice didn't match the situation the Hargreeves found themselves in. His tone was serious, steady, so calm it was terrifying, like the warning of darkness to the light. “Stay away from her.”

His brother's confused and perplexed look couldn't have been more accentuated. And even Klaus, known for being the least serious about situations, looked completely astonished. Five Hargreeves didn't held you like he was preventing a murder. No. He held you like Cerberus should have held the only person he was ever loyal to.

"You are fucking crazy?!" Diego gestured with his hands “Let go the enemy now!”

The Hargreeves have been through a lot, seen a lot. Many of them being absurd, beyond any rationality or law of physics, moments in which they had to deal with situations that were not possible to be of this world. But nothing, and no one, could have prepared Diego and Klaus for what they heard from Five;

"Never."

The moment was dispersed when Viktor appeared in the room, shaking, hurt, out of his mind. His head fell back in a single gesture, his arms opened up and the fists closed, as white lights began to shoot out from within his eyes and chest.

Five Hargreeves knew what that meant.

He didn't think twice before running to the side, hiding you behind the bar counter and lowering you two bodies to the floor. His body in front of yours, blocking access to the roughest impact in you.

You two had three seconds, three seconds to look into each other's eyes before the flash explodes. And in that three seconds, the only thing that passed in the soul of both of you was the feeling of finally being where should be.

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"They're stupid villains who think they're smart!" Ben was furious in the kitchen, pacing back and forth.

The last few days had passed like this. With Ben angry about the invasion, Ben angry about the fight, Ben angry about Marcus disappearing, Ben angry about... well... he was always angry.

Of all your siblings, he had the worst temper. Fei and Christopher were practically his dogs, going along with all of Ben's stupid plans just because... you really didn't know why they followed him so fervently, but had a theory that it was because they both thought they would have more power when Ben's plans came to fruition.

A hierarchical system that filled the family with toxicity.

On the other hand, there were Jayme and Alphonso. You never really understood the two, but you described them as bullies. A duo who liked the power they had and how they managed to exert it over people.

The only one you could relate to more deeply was Sloane.

"It would have been better if Y/n had made an attack." Alphonso brought your name up in conversation, his gaze full of rancor.

"Fuck off, asshole" It was the only thing you deigned to say, because you didn't have the patience to deal with his comments at the time.

The truth is, since the invasion, you couldn't get him out of your mind.

It was like a drug, an addiction, that had seeped into your blood from the first time you laid eyes on him. There was something there, something you could never explain. He should be the enemy. Your enemy. But…

The way he saved you from the knives, the way his arms wrapped around you. Almost like he already knows how to hold you. How to protect you.

Your heart couldn't slow down whenever your thoughts returned to that man. From the memory of him placing his body in front of you, standing at the forefront of the explosion.

He saved you. Everytime. And there was something that told you he would save you every chance he got.

The truth was…you wanted to see him. Know his name. Talk with him. There was no longer a fiber of your being that saw the situation as your siblingsdid, your body was facing the complete opposite north.

You wanted to touch him, not fight with him.

When time passed, and Luther showed up at the mansion as someone who was kidnapped, you, again, did not see the situation as a beneficial opportunity for your family. But for you.

Suddenly, your entire soul was gripped by a completely unsettling anxiety that made your hands itch, stomach churn, and your legs unable to stay still. Then you were swept by a feeling of deep sadness, as if you'd already experienced what it was like to spend your whole life wanting to see that man and never getting.

There was no more logic, rationality or coherence to what you were feeling, but finding him was as indispensable as breathing.

That's why you volunteered - more like an imposition - that you would be the one to escort Luther home the moment Ben said he could leave.

“It was kind of you to accompany me” The blond man smiled at you, as the two of you walked through the night streets.

"It was nothing." You tried to sound casual, but with every step toward your destination, the more your hands itched, the more your heart was racing, and in a moment, you found yourself picking up the pace to get there faster.

“I have to confess that you were a topic of discussion between my brothers.” Luther laughed, his odd way of bringing up the subject and not mincing words.

But that got your attention. "What do you mean?"

“A-ahem…well…from what I understand, Diego wanted to kill you, but Five stopped him and…”

Five…Five

His name was Five.

Something inside you stirred. An unfamiliar emotion, but one that made a smile rise to yourcheeks.

“Five” you tried to say aloud, and his name just… felt right on your lips.

You went the rest of the way not being able to pay attention to a single syllable Luther was saying. You don't wanted to be rude, but you just… couldn't stop thinking about Five.

“How long before we get there?” you cut off something Luther was saying about Sloane, and the blond eyebrows drawing together in strangeness.

“Actually” he looked at the big hotel in front of him “We already arrived and…”

But you couldn't stop yourself. All of your muscles felt like they had undergone countless electrical discharges, your heart was faster than any living soul has ever been, and your blood was rushing through your veins like marathon runners. You increased your pace considerably, quickly climbing the steps and opening the doors of that building as if you had just walked through the gates of paradise.

You needed to see him.

Luther came up behind you, giving you a suspicious look and walking towards a bar, where the outlines of several people were talking.

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"I returned." Luther's voice brought Five out of his thoughts, and a part of her brain tried to remember the time his brother had left.

And he didn't find any answers.

To his defence, Five's mind had been elsewhere these days. Moments when he rewound in his mind once, twice, three times. Not even the impending new apocalypse knocking on the door seemed to have any effect on Five. To be honest, he… saw no point in trying to save the world this time. Meeting you once was a miracle, but meeting you again, in an entirely different reality and without The Commission making things difficult, seemed like too much of a luxury for him to ignore.

The truth was that in the first attempt to escape the apocalypse he ended up sending the family to different times, with intervals of years between each one. And, deep down, he didn't know if he could handle trying to take you with him to another reality and end up losing you too.

Five had been through this once before. He knew pain too well not to be willing to risk it.

“What is the enemy doing here?!"

Diego's voice snapped Five out of his thoughts, and an electric current shot through his head and reverberated down to his toes. Immediately, without any hesitation, his eyes flew away, finding not just Luther - whit several bags in hand - but you beside him.

You.

Something inside him ignited, his heart raced and, for a moment, the whole world around him fell away.

But just for a moment, because Diego was already getting up from his seat.

“Hey. Hey!” Five teleported away, once again placing the body in front of you . “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“What would anyone do to the enemy! What are you doing? Defending a stranger again?!"

“She is not a stranger, Diego. Now be quiet in your place before I have to do it for you.”

"She is not?" Klaus and Viktor said in unison

"I'm not?" Your voice, the only one that mattered to him, came from behind his back, quieter than the others but loud enough for him to hear.

Five turned towards you, turning his back on his siblings. Unlike how he looked at Diego, his eyes held all the softness and attention in the world when they met yours. A small smile appeared at the corner of his left mouth, a secret smile, hidden from the world but revealed only to you.

"It's a long story," he admitted, having no idea how to start. How to tell something that even to him don't make sense.

“I came to see you.” you rewarded his honesty with another truth, a gleam crossing his eyes like shooting stars. “I have time to listen.”

A smile blossomed on his lips, and Five was overcome by the purest feeling of happiness. Without saying anything, or giving anyone satisfaction, his hand laced into yours, and he disappeared with you in the blue flash.

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Any sensible, practical, centered woman, would have laughed at what Five had just told you. Anyone who didn't get carried away by matters of the heart and didn't believe that two people, when destined to be together, are helped even by the wind, would have turned around and walked away.

But you weren't a sensible woman, nor practical, much less centered. Your being was composed of romance, adventure and magic. You fervently believed in destiny, soulmates and that some loves are capable of overcoming the barrier of space and time.

What's more, if all that wasn't enough, you also felt, from your soul to your bones, sensations that couldn't be explained. Feelings he was also saying he felt too. You believed in him. And that fact came as soft as the droplets of dew, as the brightness of the moon.

After his account came to end, with him letting himself be vulnerable in telling all the thoughts that ever crossed his mind about you, the urge to say just one thing screamed your blood rumbling. “You’re no the villain in my story” your words hung in the air.

“I am,” Five's voice brimmed with a liquid honesty that was able to chill your bones, but nothing in his words hinted at remorse for the things he'd already done. “But i'll be the villain for you. Not to you. I'll let worlds burn again if it means keeping you alive. In a problematic way, that I'll never be able to explain, I don't feel guilty about doing something if it means your safety.”

Five Hargreeves expected many things. Many different reactions. Many words of contradiction. But never what happened next.

Your mouth, without any hesitation, joined his in a kiss that was capable of making his world explode. His body was ignited by a fire that swallowed even his soul, washing away all his sins and giving a demon a taste of heaven.

So what was it like to kiss a goddess? An angel, a muse.

If before, without even touching your skin without the interference of clothing, Five would have happily accepted going to hell, now, with your hot mouth melting into his like warm honey, he would accept the torture of eternal fire with a smile on his face.

And when the small kiss intensified into something much bigger, his hands, warm and masculine, wrapped possessively around your waist. There was no going back. There was no turning back. Five would keep you for himself in the same selfishness that a villain steals a princess. And there was no hero in the world capable of pulling you away of his clutches.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He found the last bit of strength to let you know when your hands untied his tie “I could really hurt you.”

But all good intentions evaporated when your eyes, eager and full of desire, blinked at him. There was an addictive sweetness in that look. The way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the way your eyes held tinges of delicious submission but hid an incendiary fire behind them.

Fucking damn. He wanted you so badly.

"I don't care." Your breathless whisper invaded the room. But he didn't know if you understood the seriousness of the situation.

“Y/n.” his hands cupped your face. “I spent a lot of time contenting just for the way you looked at me. Spending sleepless nights reliving what it was like to feel the contour of your waist in my hand.” His voice was serious, deep, rough like sand scraping against stone. “Do you have any idea of the things I'm going to do to you now that I can finally, finally, have you?” his pitch lowered a few notes, like a predator talking to its prey.

You didn't know it, but only imagination made yours thighs tighten.

“I can destroy you.” his lips went to the foot of your ear, down to the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent and tasting you. “I can leave your body purple, your breasts bitten, your hips marked by the aggressiveness of mine whenever I enter on you.”

A moan escaped your mouth, fingers tightening on his arms, head lolling to the side.

Oh lord, please he do that.

Five's hands went up to your shoulders, in a touch that became more and more possessive, gluttonous, as if he wanted to swallow you.

“I can spend hours fucking you.” his fingers lowered the straps of your dress, letting the fabric fall unceremoniously to the floor. Five pulled his face away enough to be able to look at your body fully, and a husky growl followed right away. “I can kill you.”

Here, in that moment, Five Hargreeves was giving you one last chance to give up, to make him tame the villain he was and who would destroy you for any other man.

If you slept with Five Hargreeves, you would never stop being his.

"Do it." but you didn't have an ounce of self-preservation in the inner body "please."

You didn't have to beg twice. His hands pulled your legs up, making you place your feet on his hips and hug him with your legs. Your back hit the closed bedroom door as Hargreeves' mouth claimed all it could of his. Twisting your tongue around his, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, he was beginning to mark you as his in a single kiss.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” his confession was more of a hoarse groan, hands fumbling with his belt and lowering the waistband of his pants.

Under other circumstances, he would have sucked you until drive you unconscious, pushing your walls with his fingers until you begged for his cock. But he didn't have the presence of mind to do that now. Not now. Not today. He warned of the consequences of wanting to continue at that moment. But you wanted, you begged, and now he was no longer afraid of being able to fuck you with all the vehemence he needed.

Your moans invaded the room very quickly, your waist, even if limited by the door, moved in his groin, exorcising any common sense and control that Five once had.

He pushed your panties to the side impolitely and entered you in one single, glorious, primal thrust. His cock slid in with extreme ease, being completely soaked by the way your pussy was so slick.

“Oh fucking hell” his growl sent even more waves of pleasure to your uterus, and you pressed your mouth to his neck to keep from screaming.

That's when he withdrew and pushed himself into you. Strong, brute. Hitting until found the bottom of the well. His thrusts began relentlessly, thrusting in and out of you aggressively, possessively, almost animalistic. Five's hands were all over yourbody, fingerprinting every bit of your flesh. The nails digging into your waist when you contracted and squeezed him within your plush walls.

“Fuck. fuck.” his groans mingled with the attrition of the bodies of you two against the door, which sent loud, telltale noises throughout the hotel.

But you would rather die than stop.

His cock suddenly hit a place that made your moans come out too loud. Tears began to pool in the corner of your eyes, and your toes curled.

“Oh do you feel this, baby?” Five teased you, digging himself as deep as possible anatomically and rubbing the tip of his cock there, eliciting sly, desperate cries from you "That's your cervix."

Then he went back to fucking you aggressively, this time pulling his chest away from you and digging his hands hard into the flesh of your hips, pulling you towards him at a intensity that could only be described as animalistic.

This was better than anything he had ever tasted in his life. Better than any sin. Better than any whiskey.

His cock desecrated your pussy like it was the only thing that mattered in the world, pulling thick liquids out of you that enveloped him in pasty white rings. Five Hargreeves would ensure that whenever you thought of any man, your mind was invaded by the way he fucked you.

"I will… I will…" your tearful voice blended with the noise of the door slamming and your bodies bumping into each other.

“Thats right, baby” his mouth covered your “cum for me. cum so I can fill that gluttonous pussy with my cum.”

If the way he thrust in and out of you wasn't enough to make you come, his lines had done the job. You came in a glorious explosion of stars, colors and sensations. Your body contracted with absurd force and relaxed like the best of massages. Your arms went limp around his neck, and you could feel his cock tremble and the hot, thick liquid fill your entire pussy.

The noise of the door stopped, his moans calmed down and now the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing in the air.

You thought it was over, until Five climbs a hand to your neck and lets out a broken growl "'You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby."

His cock moved inside you, moving in and out smoothly, pushing his cum even deeper inside you. Make sure you gobble it all up.

“Did you think we were done, princess?” he chuckled evilly, his lips moving closer until they were inches from yours. "I'm just getting started. I'm going to show you how much I've wanted you this whole fucking time.”

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The Devil Within

Five Hargreeves / Reader Insert

Five Hargreeves has not lived an easy life and no matter where he ends up, things never seem to get much better for him.

Stuck inside a body that's his but not, Five is having a hard time moving on, but sometimes all it takes to totally flip a person's view of things is one very special dark and mysterious night.

-note: female OC will remain unnamed and mostly non-descript to give this one a sort of reader insert-ish vibe.

Warnings and extra tags: sexually explicit content, mind games, a little bit of Klaus and Dolores in this one, dubious consent, violent behavior, rough sexual behavior, Dominance and Submission, dirty talking Five, daddy kink, biting, blood, mild body dysmorphia, public sex, Five has many lovey issues but he's still our sweet boy so hang tight-he's going to pull you through all sorts of emotions with this smutty story😏

(23,127 words 4 chapters total)

Link to Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 3: Angels and Demons

The girl’s mouth snapped shut and her grin disappeared the second Five’s knife was on her.

“What did you do to me; answer me this time!” he fumed.

She lurched forward, trying to latch on to Five’s leg. When he jerked backwards to dodge her, his blade slipped, slicing a small line just under her jaw.

Crimson beads of red began to seep down her ivory skin, but less than a second later the wound healed right before Five’s horrified eyes.

With his knife still ready to split her ear to ear, Five removed his hand from the girl's hair but only to grasp her face, pushing her head up so she had to look at him.

“What the fuck are you!” he screamed as he tried to pry her mouth open.

She twisted her face away, so Five grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him again.

“I am going to ask one more time,” he warned. “What are you and, what the fuck did you do to me?”

The girl didn't look scared. She laughed back, flashing her razor-sharp fangs.

Glancing down between them, Five realized his belt was still unfastened and that he was still in range of getting his dick chomped off.

As he was thinking about how close he’d come already to losing his dick, a deep line formed between the girl's brows.

“Really, Five,” she scoffed. “You were in no danger of me biting your dick off, and you already know what I am because I can hear you thinking it, and the only thing I did to you was what you wanted me to do.”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “So, let me get this right. You are brain invader and a cock sucking slut who also happens to be a blood sucking vampire?”

The girl did not look thrilled by Five’s assessment of her, and she did not answer, which was plenty confirmation for Five that the woman he just forcefully face-fucked was not very happy with him and she was not human.

Looking down at her, his mind whirled. As far as Five could tell, the vampire wasn’t trying to fight him, but she had crawled inside his head, speaking unwelcomed words of love. She had violated him by doing that because it had mixed with his thoughts of Dolores, and he’d fallen for it hard.

The vampire had made him her puppet, pulling him along with his invisible strings, and she was right…he wanted it.

Five cranked her head back and she gasped as if it had hurt her, but he wasn't so sure it did because he didn't know what to believe anymore.

“You have been playing with me from the moment you saw me!” he spit as the point of his knife nicked her skin again only this time intentionally. “I am done being manipulated, and I am sure as hell done with being fucked over by monsters masquerading as humans!”

“Please stop,” she begged, her voice stained from the angle of her neck.

“Please stop what? You fucked with me, it’s only fair I fuck with you,” Five said, mocking her with a spite filled sweetness in his tone as watched her squirm.

Her eyes began to well with moisture and Five couldn’t believe he was seeing such a hurt reaction coming from such a vile being.

His stomach felt sick.

“What did you do to me?” he asked again, his voice hardly above a whisper as he hypnotically watched her slowly blinking away the tears threatening to spill.

The girl slowly swallowed, her eyes floating down to the floor. “I didn’t bite you. I know that’s what you think, but I didn’t. I did tear open that piece of shit in the alley because he was a serial rapist who liked to kill women just for sport. He had dozens of roofies stuffed inside his sweaty ape costume and he planned on using them.

The sound of the metal pipe cracking against that creep’s skull echoed through Five’s mind. He remembered the tiny white tablets spilling to the ground as his body hit the pavement.

Five had been lost in his own dark and depressing thoughts as he had walked down that alley, that to him, when he saw them, it looked like the gorilla man was hurting an innocent young girl. He jumped in and shoved her out of the way just in time. He’d gotten his ass handed to him. He thought the girl had been terrified.

Like a slap to the face, it hit him.

She wasn’t scared.

She was exactly where she wanted to be. That man was going to strike her, and her mouth was open, but it wasn’t to scream.

The angel was playing the prey, but really, she was the hunter all along. She had told him that, only he missed so much and refused to see what she was really saying because he was too focused on looking down her shirt and not getting caught.

In a daze, the blade fell away from her neck. As Five's shaking hand hesitated in front of her, the bloody point left a streak of blood on the bodice of the vampire’s sparkly white dress.

“You don’t need to worry. I took care of that creep,” she said, somehow reading his mind again. “His body will never be found, and nobody saw you there, so there is no way you could be accused of his murder.”

The girl had just admitted to murder, yet she was speaking so gentle, and she wasn’t even trying to get away. Just then, Five noticed that her teeth were normal again. She looked so human that it was hard to remember why he was so mad, and that confusion was making it hard for him to breathe, but still he put the knife to her throat again.

“You did something to me,” he said, part in accusation, and in part question because the truth was, Five wasn’t sure what was happening to him.

The girl somehow looked even more dejected by him saying that but like with everything else Five had wanted of her, she gave in and answered him.

“When I touched you, I knew you were so much more than you appeared to be. I know what it’s like to feel lonely and I wanted…” The girl paused and looked down, then whispered, “You wanted to help me, and I wanted to help you, so I gave you something you weren’t willing to take for yourself and then I healed you.”

As the words ‘take’ and ‘healed you,’ ruminated in Five’s head, he again remembered their kiss and the taste of his own blood filling his mouth.

He was bleeding and he’d felt her teeth on him, but his lip was already split. She didn’t have to bite him to make him bleed.

He was the one that pushed for more of her, and she let him and then she gave him something else that had filled his mouth, and it was amazing, and he was almost certain it wasn't his coppery blood.

“Fuck…” Five uttered, drawing in an unsteady breath. His eyes darted around their private room as the bass from the bar thrummed to the sound of his own frantic heartbeat that was ringing like an alarm in his ears.

All the pieces were coming together.

The vampire had to have sliced into her own tongue during their heated kiss. He could taste the honeyed poison of her blood, and as bazar as it was, in the moment, he'd willingly gave himself to it, and even worse, right now, even with her cowering at his feet, he wanted to escape in her all over again.

The girl’s fingers skimmed the fabric covering his calf as her voice quivered his name.

“Five?”

He looked back down at her, his face contorting with anguish as his body broke out in a cold sweat.

The vampire immediately pulled her hand back in her lap, but just that uninvited advance it was enough to send him defensively spiraling.

Run.

That’s all he could think. Over and over… Run, run, RUN!

All at once, he was sitting at his family’s fancy dining room table, glaring at his siblings and Reginald, blaming them for all his suffering. Five was living a lie at The Umbrella Academy. He felt trapped and plagued by demons that he couldn’t escape. He had to do something.

And the boy did.

He ran.

Then, after a lifetime of suffering, instead of dying, he became something awful.

Coming back to himself with an overwhelming need to escape striking ever nerve in his body, Five looked at the knife in his hand. He dropped it to the floor with a clatter.

A sizzling jolt of energy lit up the air between them. The burst of blue lightning flew out around him, throwing her back.

Five screamed out from the intensity of the pain that was shooting through him, and then he was gone.

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In a sudden illumination of light strobing in the shadowy pass between buildings outside, Five plunged out of his portal. The fall leaves scattered off under the dumpsters and lower lever window wells as the energy coming off of him dissipated, but he kept moving, stumbling forward, his hands catching him at the last second on the brick wall he was about to slam into.

He was hyperventilating and his body was violently shaking from the aftershock of his jump but Five took off again anyway, tearing ass down the dark alleyway on wobbly feet as he struggled to refasten his belt.

He’d just teleported but that wasn't possible anymore. He had no powers, none of them did anymore, but still, he'd just spontaneously ripped through time and space with a rush of terror filled adrenaline and a mere wish to get from a known point A to a known point B.

Beside himself, Five's face turned up as he squinted at the dark sky and the rooftops looming over him. The light rain mixed with the tears streaming down his burning cheeks. He was sure that he could feel eyes watching him. He saw no one, but still, images of the vampire’s sorrowful eyes filled his vision.

Cursing, Five tore off his horned headband, throwing it in the gutter as he ran.

Since it was nearing bar time, when he made it to the street, thankfully he wasn’t alone. Rather than keep pumping into people and making himself look even more batshit crazy, Five forced himself to slow to a fast-paced walk.

For the next six blocks, Five looked over his shoulder dozens of times, but he never saw the vampire.

By the time he was trampling up the stairs to his and Klaus’s apartment, he was a breathless disheveled mess, and his nerves were shot. He was so shaken that he almost dropped his key three times as he tried to get it in the door.

“Klaus!” Five yelled as he dead bolted the door behind him and threw up the extra chain.

No one replied.

Making his way down the hall into their small living area, Five could see that the apartment was dark except for the light on under the microwave. He flicked the switch on for the table light, his reddened eyes agitatedly looking around their kitchen and the living room.

There was nobody there.

Going to Klaus’s bedroom door, he found that room dark and empty too.

Normally Five would have preferred Klaus wasn’t home, but at that moment, he wanted Klaus to be there with a childlike neediness that was messing with him even more.

Entering his own room, he couldn’t see anything because the blackout curtains covering the large window above his bed were fully drawn, so Five rushed over and turned on his bedside lamp.

His emotion blurred vision immediately found Dolores staring back at him and his breath caught, and his chest hurt.

She was right where he’d left her, on his bed, tucked in under the heavy blankets.

“I am so sorry,” he sobbed as he pulled her out of the tangled nest of bedding.

Five wrapped one arm around her midsection, his other supporting her under the severed joint between her torso and where her lower half should be.

For so many years in the apocalypse Dolores did not have her legs or one of her arms, so like so many of Five’s odd habits, now that he had them, he still preferred to keep those parts of her in his closet, but doing so also served a purpose in keeping her easy to pick up, and now, holding her like he used to was all that was keeping him together.

Standing there feeling guilt-ridden and lost, he cradled Dolores, rocking her as much to calm her as to calm himself.

Five molded himself around her familiar shape as he pressed muffled words to her cold neck. “Sweetheart, I know you are mad, but I swear what happened tonight meant nothing.”

Dying to feel her acceptance, he pressed his hand to hers, his trembling fingers lacing between the solid form of acceptance.

“Please say something,” Five begged, but all he got was a bitter response of silence.

For the first time ever, Five couldn’t conjure up that loving voice of reason he had clung to for so long and if he didn't have Dolores inside him, he believed he’d lost the last part of him that was good.

Not even realizing he was doing it, Five panicked. His hand tightened, squeezing Dolores’s fingers so hard that one of them made a quick snapping sound as a hairline fracture crawled up the peachy colored glaze of her flesh.

“No!” he shrieked when he felt her breaking.

Disgusted with himself and unable to look at what he’d done, Five ripped Dolores’s arm off and kicked it under his bed as if hiding the damage made it not real.

Holding her to his chest, with her bald head pressed under his chin, Five sunk to the floor.

A heavy sigh heaved out of him as his lips pressed to her temple. “You don’t need to say it, I know that I am nuts. I wouldn't want me either.”

All of a sudden, a loud burst of laughter ripped out of Five’s chest.

“I am and always have been the devil, and the hell I have been living is mostly of my own creation.”

Five lowered his head, letting Dolores slip from his arms.

As she lay between his legs, Five’s unfocused eyes looked out at the floor in front of him.

"I need to just own it... This is who I am," he whispered.

Dolores still said nothing, but this time, Five didn't expect or want her to.

The apartment was almost too quiet. Five could hear the gears slowly turning in the clock hanging his wall.

The fingers resting over his raised knee tightened. He clenched them together so hard that his nails began to cut into his palm.

His power sprang to life, the blue light emanating from his grip with the infinite potential that he’d once believed defined him but was also responsible for so much of his pain.

He was wrong. Five could see that now. He had no one to blame for the choices he’d made, and he was done playing the victim.

“Well, now what,” he muttered as another round of inappropriate laughter threatened to surge out of him.

“I think that depends on you. Are you done in there?” a female voice questioned from out in his kitchen.

Startled, the light in Five’s hand went out and his head jerked towards his bedroom door.

Holding his breath, he slowly straightened his back. His fingers pushing up on the wooden floor as his body unfolded.

Silently and carefully, he moved Dolores aside to the chair pulled up in front of his desk, then he edged to his bedroom door.

There, perched on top of his and Klaus’s small kitchen table was the vampire, swinging her heels as she offered him a timid looking smile.

“Hey there again, handsome.”

Five’s radiant green eyes moved up, taking in the fake horns settled on top of her head. “Those aren’t yours,” he coolly noted.

“Finder's keepers,” she replied with a girlish spirit that matched her youthful face but not the serious look she was giving him.

“I thought vampires couldn’t come in your house unless they are invited in,” Five stated as he came out into the room, eyeing his knife as she twirled it in her hand with as much stealth as Diego once had.

When he looked to his suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair next to her, the girl’s smile grew just a little more. “Like so many things, that's not true. All it takes to get inside someone’s house is to be very sneaky. And since you are also wondering... I do not sleep in a coffin, and I cannot walk through walls, or fly, and unlike you, I can't just evaporate into thin air. Sometimes I can read what you are thinking, but reading your thoughts is much easier when you are upset, and darling...” her lip quirked, “-you project so loud I can’t help but eavesdrop on you.”

Five raised a brow at the girl. “So, after our little fling at the bar, am I going to turn into a blood sucking bat? And thank you for bringing me my new jacket. I just got that, and it would have been a travesty to lose that one already.”

Looking amused, she shook her head. “You are welcome, and no, you are not going to turn into a bat. You did swallow some of my blood and I got a tiny taste of you, and it was lovely since I enjoy that sort of thing, but our little exchange was not enough to turn you. I don’t need to drain someone to have a good time. That is so cliché and I’ll have you know that I also enjoy eating and drinking other things other than blood.”

“Other things like my jizz?” Five shot back as his unyielding eyes flit down to her chest that not long ago had been decorated with the aftermath of his pleasure.

“Actually,” she drawled as she narrowed her eyes back at him, “I am very fond of caffeinated beverages and spicy Thai noodles followed by huge bowls of chocolate ice-cream with peanut butter and marshmallows mixed in.”

“Hmmm,” Five hummed as his hand came up to his mouth and he stepped closer. “Interesting.”

“I am sure it is,” she softly laughed.

Five’s knees bumped the vampire’s as he came under the yellow beam of the light hanging above her.

Very slowly, he raised his arm and took his knife from her, sitting it down behind her.

“I am sorry,” she whispered as she gazed back at him, sounding and looking much less sultry and confident than she did a second before.

“I am not sure you are the one that should be saying that,” Five countered as he carefully removed his horns from her head, placing them on the table as well.

The girl’s eyes closed for a moment. Five heard her take in a deep breath, then her icy eyes met his again. “I didn’t mean for this to happen the way it did. I really did just want to help you,” she ruefully offered.

Five let out a small laugh that was nowhere on the level of hysteria as his last one. He ran his hand back through his hair as he eyed the vampire that he had corned on his tabletop.

He leaned in. “Your help did more than heal my face, angel,” he corrected, his tone silvery and sweet but his eyes growing darker the more he studied her.

“I may not be getting all this right, but you teleported?” she questioned and Five heard the girl’s breath pull in as his eyes brazenly traveled down her body.

“I did,” he smoothly replied.

She looked troubled. “Did you want to be able to do that again?” she uneasily asked.

Five didn’t answer, in part because he didn’t know how to answer that, and because his powers were only one of the things that she’d accidentally awoken in him.

Five brought his hands to the girl’s knees, pushing them apart so he could move himself closer. “Why did you follow me here?” he questioned, not even bothering to conceal that he was hungrily staring at her lips as he said it.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Is that it?”

She nodded.

“Aren’t you the nicest little vampire? Are all of you like this?” Five teased.

“No,” she laughed. “I am one of the exceptions to the rule in the vast club of blood sucking cock licking sluts, but me coming here is more than that. I wanted to check on you because I really felt like…” The girl looked down, her pale face appearing to redden just a little.

“You felt like there was something more between us?” Five filled in for her as he frowned over her trying to make a joke over the awful things he'd called her.

“I did,” she said, confirming what she'd already almost admitted at bar. Her face looked so scared yet hopeful as she said it that Five couldn’t help but let the smile he was holding back escape.

As his expression softened, he reached up and touched the girl's cheek, his thumb tentatively caressing her lightly flushed skin.

To his surprised, the girl trustingly pushed her face into the same hand he had so angrily held her by the hair with, then she said, “Five, I know you think you aren’t worthy of love, but you are. You have more love and strength in you than anyone I have ever met."

A soft puff of air caused his chest to raise and fall as Five laughed at himself and what he was about to say. “Angel, for a vampire, you have a very forgiving way of looking at things and you letting me get away with the shit I do, and you saying all these flattering things about me makes me want to tear you apart, and I know that dysfunction is all my own, but I am finding that I need to confront that demon if I ever want to move on.”

The vampire smiled.

Five confidently grinned back at her, then with zero hesitation, he tugged her to the edge of the table, causing the wooden legs to bark out in warning against the old linoleum floor.

The girl fell backwards as the old table rocked, her weight landing on her elbows as she looked back at Five in question. “What are you doing?”

“Returning a favor," he calmly stated while at the same time pulling her towards him until her feet dropped to the floor. “Do you want me to play with you again?” he asked as his youthful smile brightened in such a way that he looked every bit the excited young man he appeared to be.

“Ahhh- Yeah… Yes.” As the girl stumbled over her words, Five only grew more confident.

Before the vampire could question him again, Five spun her around and pushed her down on the table. Flipping up her skirt, he delivered a hard slap with his open hand.

The girl let out a loud cry of surprise and her entire body lurched forward from the impact but Five kept moving fast, hoping that the vampire wouldn’t figure out his next move.

Securely holding her hips, he swiftly bent down and pressed a warm kiss over the red imprint his hand had just left on her ass. “You like daddy to take charge and you like it rough, don’t you, angel?” Five took the edge of her panties in his teeth, pulling them back.

“Yes,” she whimpered as he let them go and the elastic snapped against her.

“Good,” Five praised as he stood up and started rubbing the backs of her thighs.

Moving along without an ounce of his apprehension left, Five pressed his hips into her backside, keeping her lodged where he wanted as he reached up to start undoing his tie.

Catching his reflection in the mirror on the wall across from him, Five realized that his eyes were glowing with a predatory light. His fingers stopped and he went still as a statue.

The vampire started to push herself up off the table, and not even thinking, eyes still staring at the unfamiliar face looking back at him, Five pressed a hand to her lower back, shoving her down until he was done removing the black silk from his neck.

“Ah-ah-ah… Daddy didn’t say you could go anywhere,” he warned as a devious looking half smile started to form on the devil's face in the mirror.

With that, what was left of the scared boy inside him and the man that wanted to run were gone. Five flipped his tie loose, then took the vampire by the arm and pulled her up.

Reaching around her front, Five put her wrists together and proceeded to wrap his tie around them.

"Fi-ivv_" His name on a rush of air came out of her mouth at the sudden feel of his teeth slowly sinking into the nape of her neck.

"Hold still," he lowly growled without letting up.

The high-pitched sound that the girl let as he snapped the silk knot as tight as he could was followed by Five biting down harder.

Unwilling or unable to fight it or him, her body swayed as her head dropped back against his.

Distracting the vampire with his mouth was so Five could more easily detain her, and once done, he immediately followed that by rolling the warm pressure of his body against her cool backside.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. You are making me so hard.”

Hearing that, and feeling Five’s erection rut into her, the vampire tried to turn her head to the side to get a glimpse of him, but he wouldn’t let her.

Catching her throat in his hand, Five turned her forward again, then continued to leisurely grind himself against the girl’s backside, using soft pushes and pulls to direct her hips into his.

This behavior was exactly what Five was used to when it came to expressing his sexual urges with Dolores, and even if it was demeaning to do it to someone that was real, he already knew that the vampire didn't mind that broken part of him. She had also said that she liked him as is and as the devil so Five was dead set that the devil was exactly what she was going to get.

Knowing she had the go ahead and that she wasn't as fragile as she appeared to be, Five’s fingers tightened around her neck.

He pressed his mouth to her skin, breathing in her scent along her hair line as he relished to cool feel of her skin on his nose. He squeezed her larnax tighter as his eyes closed and coils of tension pooled at the base of his spine.

As she struggled to breathe, Five's breathing grew heavier and the sound of his wool pants rubbing up on her got even quicker. “I am going to fuck you so hard you scream my name and wake up this whole building,” he threatened.

Raising a hand from the girl’s slender hips, Five wrenched one of the arms of her dress down, then he started to apply a trail of bruises across her shoulder, his mouth deeply sucking and biting almost to the point of breaking skin before letting go.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as Five’s hand that had been crushing her throat let go and moved down under the front of dress. Not stopping, his jerked the flowy fabric up, moving his hand right up under her skirt where he stroked her and massaged her over the top of her satin panties and forced her hips back against his even harder.

“Not God, sweetheart. I am the devil, remember,” Five hummed against her flesh before he bit into her again.

A cry of helplessness erupted from the girl’s gaped mouth. Five held tight as her body fought for more of his hand and her back arched into him.

As Five reveled in her moans, he happily ground the bulge in his pants into her crack, using her like she was one of his pillows with a deliberately placed open book under it. Five knew he could do this for far too long and not tire of it, but this was about repaying his debt and owning something in him he'd long denied, so he pushed the girl’s skirt up, then with the flick of his wrist, he tore her panties off and chucked them over the couch a few feet away.

After another firm slap that made the girl cry out his name, Five spun her around, pushing her back until her butt was on his table again. Then he shoved her down on her back and he threw both her legs over his shoulders. With his hands sliding under her, Five lifted her ass up as he buried his head under the feathered fringe of her skirt.

His mouth covered her without hesitation, his tongue wildly running around, over, across, testing and tasting her.

Hearing several sharp intakes of breath and feeling her thighs involuntarily pressing into his cheeks and Five knew he was doing something right and not just indulging himself. Keeping at it, he tried to figure out how to get her to react that way again, and soon he did, and she was frantically crossing her ankles behind his neck to keep him from stopping.

This was so amazing and new for him that Five moaned into her flesh in part because he couldn’t help himself and partly because he wanted to see what it would feel like to her if he did. Her heels dug into his back as her hips moved against him as the sound from his mouth tickled her, so he moaned even more then started to suck hard, pushing his shoulders into the backs of her legs even harder.

He pulled her clit into his mouth, giving it a few rapid flicks of tongue then he’d let it go only to pull it into his mouth again, sucking, teasing, releasing, and repeating as she writhed. Five had no idea what he was doing but he figured that if getting your dick sucked felt fucking awesome then sucking a girl off should feel pretty good too, either way, he was having fun.

“You are unreal,” the girl panted and breathily giggled as she reached her tied hands downwards, anxiously trying to touch him.

Avoiding the vampire’s clutches as he wondered if even now, she was in his head, taking a chance, Five went lower, dipping his tongue inside her.

That taste...

Fuck.

A guttural sound vibrated out of his throat and his dick screamed at him to be let out.

Ignoring his own needs, Five hummed and whimpered through his dismay as he sloppily licked her slit up and down.

With thoughts of what it would be like to be inside her making him dizzy with want, Five yanked his belt loose and ripped his fly down as he pulled his pants open. Dragging his cock from his underwear, he began to touch himself, all the while sloppily dining on the vampire’s cunt.

No stranger to fucking himself, Five spread the moisture at his tip down his thick length, allowing the feel of it to make him quiver as he played with his own sensitive flesh. Making a keening nose through his nose, Five started jerking hard and he knew that with the noises he was making now that the girl knew full well that he was going to town on himself, but he could care less.

“MM-mmm, Ffff-fff,” he stuttered and groaned against the girl’s swollen folds as his hand moved back and forth over the veins filling his length.

“Jesus fucking Christmas, Five! You sound so fucking hot doing that!” she frantically cried out.

With the vampire’s liquid lust glistening on his face, Five popped his mouth off her. “You want to watch me fuck my hand, you dirty girl?”

“Fuck, Yes! Five! Yes, yes, YES!” Her agitated words filled Five’s ears like a song made just for him as his mouth returned to her, going at it twice as hard and fast, and his reward was the feel of her body convulsing under the hand he had pressing on her tummy to keep her down.

Even more wetness spilled between the vampire’s legs and the stimulating taste and knowledge that he’d just made her cum with nothing but his mouth was enough to turn off what was left Five’s reservations over letting the diabolical deviant in him take the wheel.

Proudly knowing he’d succeeded in his first goal, Five rapidly dropped the girl’s ass to the table, then he ducked under her useless, dangling legs, and rose back up, swiftly kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks as he stood over her. The vampire’s eyes looked glazed over as she watched him slide his black dress pants down his hips and then jump out of them with boyish vigor.

“That was the most amazing face fuck I have ever had. Thank you,” she murmured, the words slurring from her mouth in a way that Five thought sounded so enduring.

Reaching out, he took the long tether dangling from her tied wrists, yanking the knot to release her hands. "Now you can touch me or yourself all you want, angel," Five smugly informed her as he grinned and rapidly started undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Oh, and you are welcome," he said with a beautiful laugh that was all joy. "I do what I can do, and don’t worry, angel. Daddy's not done fucking you, and since you liked it so much, I will tie you down again later if you aren’t too tired after what I am going to do to you next,” he promised, then he tugged his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor in the growing pile of his clothes.

The vampire’s iridescent eyes traveled over Five’s lean muscle, the mountains, and valleys in all the right places. The V-shape of his abs were like an arrow pointing straight to his dick, and just the way she was looking at him as she reeled in post orgasmic bliss, looked to Five like it might make her burst into flames and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Five knew he was okay physically. He wasn’t a skinny little child anymore. He also wasn’t the broken old man he was. He was mentally something in-between, and not at all normal. He had been so sure that he shouldn’t be projecting any of his dirtier and demented appetites on anyone young or old, but this vampire was different and so was this. This felt like it was a free pass and maybe something even more.

It was like she was exactly what he’d been looking for.

The vampire dreamily beamed at him like she was in love, her fangs long and sharp as they gleamed in the light hanging over her. This time the sight of her looking like that didn’t scare Five at all and that’s because he was starting to realize that ‘fangs out’ equated to the vampire being in a state of aroused bliss and he knew very well that he was to blame for it, not her.

She wanted him; the real him, and that made him feel a weight being lifted off him that had been holding him down his whole life.

“Damn,” she softly chuckled as her look turned all mischief and her words filled with sarcasm “I said it once and I am going to say it again. That cock of yours is impressive. With the size of that thing, I am pretty sure there’s no way you have any blood left in your brain, and I’d know that too, since I am by nature a wanton slut who is well educated in all things body fluids."

Hearing her again reference how he'd insulted her, Five’s smug expression weakened to one much less arrogant looking.

“I’ll happily admit that contrary to my documented level of genius, I am not always that smart, and I proved that when I called you that.” Five glanced down at his dick, shaking his hips so that it swung from side to side. He looked back up, using his timid smile to try to charm the girl as much as his body seemed to be doing. “But…as you noted," he sighed, "it’s not really my fault. I am a very horny guy, whose blood has other places it needs to be, so I am pretty much a stupid prick about half the time because of that, so will you forgive me? That wasn't okay and I am sorry.”

“Sure, that’s why you are so mean. Too many boners...” she mocked as she giggled.

Five dropped his chin, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his lower lip pushed out.

“Oh, jeez,” she barked laughing over the sight of him pulling out all the stops. “Yes, I will forgive you. How can I not with you looking at me all pouty like that while you also swing that dangerous weapon around.”

Satisfied smile in place because he’d so easily made amends and had won her over again, Five began to advance. Picking her up off the table, much like he did with Dolores from his bed, Five’s arms came around the girl, only this time he had the luxury of feeling her ass and her cool arms wrapping around him to embrace him back like he’d never felt before other than in the delusions he created.

“I really am sorry, I hurt you,” he whispered as she stood there with the front of her heels bumping his toes.

“I know, Five. I know what you felt, and I didn't mean to invade your mind and push you into a corner like that. I am sorry too,” she breathed back.

The odd realization that the girl in his arms did understand him and that she may be the only person that ever has, made Five want to say so many things he couldn’t begin to express appropriately, so once again, he didn’t try to.

They both stayed like that for a few long seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, but the tension broken when he grabbed her jaw, pulling her into a messy kiss while he rolled his hips into her, so the tip of his cock brushed back and forth in the small gap between her legs.

Thinking of his bedroom and about laying her out on his bed where he’d have plenty of room to work, but also the fact that Dolores was in there and would be watching, Five decided to take the vampire with him on a spatial jump across the small kitchen. As they reappeared, he sandwiched her between him and the plaster wall dividing his kitchen and bedroom.

The girl breathlessly gasped. “Wow- Tha-that... That was...different!”

Five smiled as he waited for her eyes to refocus.

“That was nothing. If you want me to take you on a real ride through crazy land, I can,” he only half joked as he excitedly kissed her again.

Moans spilled from her mouth as savage need took him again, his hands moving all over her body while he nipped and licked at her reddened lips.

The shimmering fabric of the vampire’s costume left almost nothing to the imagination as Five groped her breasts like a mad man, but still it had to go.

He moved his assault to the girl’s shoulder, buzzing a growl into her skin just before he bit down and simultaneously ripped the skimpy white dress from the bust down to the bottom hem.

The soft white feathers scattered at their feet as the ruined dress slunk down her legs and fluttered to the floor.

“Fuck. You are so beautiful,” Five puffed as his head fell to her chest, his lips quickly finding the perky nubs of flesh he’d been eyeing up all night.

Loving how her nipples grew hard with his suckling kisses and how his naughty vamp kept welcoming his every demanding touch, Five moved back and forth trying to figure out which of her breasts was his favorite, but try as he may, he couldn't figure it out. Acting out like a kid in a candy store who just got to try sugar for the first time, Five was feeling long past he'd landed on cloud nine, but he knew there was a better way to get her aroused again to the level he was.

Though Five was feeling selfish and he didn’t exactly want to relinquish his newfound toys, he did.

As his hard cock thrust between the girl’s thighs, Five’s tongue attacked her mouth again, swirling around, trying to seduce her into biting him.

Much to Five’s frustration, the little vampire wasn’t taking the bait. Kissing her much softer instead, his thumbs drew slow hard circles into her lower back, kneading her body as he plotted his next move. Then, as she was losing herself to his fingers rubbing her so hard that he felt like he might rip out her bones, her mouth dropped open in pleasure and Five slide hiss tongue under one of her fangs.

When the taste of his blood filled their mouths, and his cock head glided back and forth between her legs, the vampire’s contented moans shifted between breathier whines and frantic whimpers. “Please,” she sputtered against Five’s lips as he tried to keep them locked with hers. “Ffff-plea-ff."

Five only let up when she wasn’t begging him to stop, and her body tensed and then fell into him limply from the power of another orgasm thundering through her. He leaned back just enough to admire his tormented vampire and to give her a wicked grin that involved him shamelessly licking the taste of his own blood from his lips. “There. Now it’s time to fuck you through the wall, love.”

The girl’s mouth gaped as if in wonder, and Five couldn’t be sure if it was what he’d just done that was causing her to look at him like that or if it was the intimate term of endearment he just called her. What he did know was she'd liked it.

Even though he'd never done this with a real person, and he was pretty much just living out his fantasy's as they hit him, Five was feeling pretty damn proud of himself, but then she started laughing at him.

“Five, where in the world did you get it in your head that fucking someone through a wall was a good course of action?”

“I have no fucking idea where some of my crazy ideas come from. I am an old perv virgin and I am shooting from the hip so just go with it,” he growled but he couldn't help laughing after he'd said it.

Then, catching the girl’s knee, he lifted, pushing her body up so he was bearing most of her weight.

Taking just a moment to line himself up, Five pushed his hot length along the slickness between her legs and that alone felt like heaven but a lifetime of wanting to do this and the worshipful look in her eyes was what drove him to end his suffering once and for all.

In one brutal shove, Five entered her.

“Holy fuck!” she cried as her head fell back against the wall hard, rattling the generic piece of art hanging a few feet away.

“Amen,” Five moaned, holding himself deep inside the girl’s quivering body as his naked heels plowed back on the floor to support them. “You are so fucking tight,” he grated out through clenched teeth as he tried to hold still, so he didn’t blow his load in the first second of finally getting his cock inside her.

Closing his eyes, Five slowly undulated his hips, working himself back and forth until he was sure that he was moving freely thanks to how wet he'd already gotten her.

Despite his previous non-dick related efforts to fuck her and insulations of her whoring around town sluttiness, Five’s cock felt like it was in a vice grip; his head was already spinning it felt so wonderful. His thoughts were almost nothing but static and he could easily fuck her hard and fast until he was seeing stars, and that would take less than thirty seconds, but Five was determined to own this and her, so he resisted the urge to give in to that easy and quick form of euphoria.

Like his fingers at the bar, Five’s hips pulled back, then violently pitched upwards. His tip slid back and forth, as he began to move in shallow thrusts.

Flipping his head back to get his hair out of his eyes and with his hand locking onto the girl’s leg, Five lifted her up even more, so that the tips of her heels weren’t touching the floor at all.

“Say you are mine,” he demanded as her arms and legs started to wrap around him.

When she didn’t answer other than to let out an unintelligible string of vowel sounds, Five forced his generous sized cock back all the way, slamming it into her all the way again.

“I am YOURS!” she yelled as his body smacked against hers with a thwack.

“That’s right,” Five panted as he started using her body as wished, his hands digging into her hips as he violently thrust himself up into her.

As he figured would happen as soon as he was really moving, Five was quickly losing his grip on reality and on himself. The vampire’s nails cut into his back, and the pain was exactly the distraction he needed to keep him going a little longer.

She yelled out his name as he pushed her knee up higher, bending it more as he nipped and licked at her ear. Dipping his head, he pulled as the skin under her ear with his mouth, drawing the blood to the surface of her skin so a deep purple replaced where his lips had just been.

When the girl’s hands locked on the back of his head, pulling at his hair hard enough to make Five grimace, his mouth latched on to the milky pale flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

Thinking of nothing other than possessing her, Five’s teeth dug in hard.

As soon as traces of vampire’s sweet blood started to touch his tongue, Five bit down harder.

Her body shuddered, and he latched on like an animal, sucking on her while he repeatedly impaled her.

“Oh, FFFFuuucccKKK!” she cried, her body trembling even harder as she pawed at Five’s back and her fingers weakly tangled in his messy hair.

With his mind turned to utter mush, Five jerked his body into her, forcing her back side against the wall so hard the old plaster started to break.

Not letting up, Five bit down harder, unable to stop himself. His dull teeth were destroying her skin and it had to hurt terribly but the vampire only cried out his name even louder as her cunt rapidly throbbed around his cock as he jackhammered her with it.

Five felt indestructible and it felt like his feet had lifted off the floor but when he finally brought himself to break away and look down, half expecting to see that he was in fact flying and she'd lied to him, they remained planted on the ugly brown and gold surface. Fueled by the magic in the vampire’s blood and the darkness in him that had always wanted his, Five drilled the girl even faster, his dick as hard and insistent as him that after he was done, his joke of fucking her through the wall would hardly be a laughing matter.

Five’s brows knit together, and his eyes burned brighter with ethereal light as he intensely focused on watching the girl’s every expression that crossed her face. His low grunting moans filled the kitchen as he leaned in, his hot quick breaths brushing against the reddened lips he couldn’t get enough of.

Five kissed the vampire one more time, her mouth gasping for air and for him as he thrust in a piston like motion, making his cock pump in and out of her like he was a machine. His forehead was glistening with sweat. His body was quivering. He was at the end of his rope, no longer able to hold himself back to drag this life altering encounter out any longer.

His eyes flickered open and shut and his body helplessly tensed and relaxed, then went rigid again. The sound that came out of him as he skirted the edge of climax could only be described as feral, but when Five’s orgasm came out of him, it was with soft whimpers and him shakily shooting spurts of cum deep into the girl that he’d just made his.

The fire in Five’s eyes was like emerald embers, quietly burning out to nothing more than the faintest glow.

His body threatened to give out and send them both crashing to the floor, but he wouldn't let it.

He slowly and carefully allowed the vampire’s feet to hit the ground again, but he didn’t let her go because he was too scared that if he did, she'd be gone. His young face as he looked at her was the picture of innocent longing and hope but also deep peace, and it was all long overdue.

Five looked like he could fall asleep standing right there, but instead, he leaned in, letting his body become heavy in her firm arms instead of the other way around.

When he felt one of the hands around him gently release and let go, Five winced slightly but the vampire quickly reached up and touched his cheek that wasn’t resting against hers and he nuzzled his head against her neck, wishing he could stay like that forever.

When Five finally opened his eyes to hers again she whispered, “You are gorgeous, Five, you know that?”

He smiled uncomfortably. “Thanks, so are you… I said that, didn't I?”

She laughed at him like he’d hoped she would, then he carefully started to ease himself out of her.

With the sight of his cooling seed dripping down her legs and onto the floor, Five dizzily turned and picked up his dress shirt. Kneeling as the girl quietly watched him, Five tenderly wiped her off and then himself.

The vampire’s adoring smile never wavered as she let Five take care of her, but as soon as he was done, her cool eyes began to scan his apartment and her pink lips turned down slightly.

“Can I officially meet her now?” she asked, gesturing to Five’s bedroom.

Knowing full well that she meant Dolores, Five nodded. He knew he was grinning back at her request, looking like a fool, but that didn’t stop him from watching the naked little vampire walk into his room to meet the only other woman he'd ever known.

“I know, Dolores,” he muttered, answering the silent voice that was speaking to him again as he followed. “She is perfect for me, and I did need this to happen.”

After very brief pleasantries were extended and he indulged both of them, Five smartly shut down their threesome by putting Dolores away in her comfortable cubby in his closet.

As he turned, the vampire sat down on his bed, then gracefully crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap as her eyes scanned the shelves of books next to his desk.

Five was speechless as he took in the delicate curve of her waist where it met her hips. She looked almost like a porcelain doll in the dim light from his lamp and that was ironic considering his admiration and love for Dolores.

When she finally looked back up at him, standing there buck naked, gawking at her like the inexperienced old scoundrel he was, Five was sure she was going to say something to tease him for being so openly lovestruck but then she said, “I suppose I should go, but first I probably should borrow a long shirt or something else you don't mind parting with. It is still All Hallow’s Eve, and the ghouls are out in droves, and I know they won't mind seeing the sight of this undead bod of mine, but the cops might.”

“Don’t go,” Five found himself saying, his voice so broken sounding that it even shocked him.

The vampire’s hands floated up to her heart as if subconsciously trying to protect herself from Five desperately trying to claim it. “Are you sure you want me here for more than what we just did? The four-orgasm, devil daddy spanking I just received is more than I deserved after-” She paused and frowned. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay, it’s just you should know that a girl like me comes with restrictions that you don’t have to worry about with other girls. We can keep this strictly what we did... Just too people who crossed paths on a lonely night...”

“I have never been surer of anything in my very long, very sad life,” Five laughed, then he came over, scooped up the vampire’s legs as he righted her on his bed, then climbed over her and occupied the empty space beside her.

With the left side of her body pressed against the right side of his, the girl glanced over at him. Misreading her tense expression, Five worriedly asked, “Did I hurt you when I did that?”

What Five couldn’t bring himself to say was that he didn’t just mean when he’d lost himself to fucking her so hard. His eyes moved to her shoulder to where he’d bitten her but just like his blade, there was no evidence of his crime.

“You didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite,” she said as her cheeks lit up the smallest amount but enough that Five knew she was feeling as affected by what they’d done as he was.

Smiling like a fool again, Five propped up his head on his forearm. She reached ever, found his other hand, lacing his fingers in hers as she rolled over, propping up on her elbows with her chin on his chest. “The night is young, and you’ve got me all to yourself, so what do you want to do now, handsome? I know Antique Roadshow is playing reruns at this hour on public television and that cute little old man in you is just dying to watch it…”

“I don’t have a TV in here,” Five huffily reminded her as his chest rose up and down with laughter.

“Oh, right! You don’t,” she replied, pretending to only just now notice Five’s lack of modern electronics other than his small radio on his desk. “So, what do you want then, daddy?”

Mind still taken and buzzing with all that was the perfection he saw in front of him, Five quickly said, “I want to keep you and learn everything I can about you. Can I?”

“I think something can be arranged,” the vampire whispered back as Five felt her cool lips press against the inside of his wrist.

With slow movements and a slowing mind, Five languidly reached over and turned off the light, then he delicately pulled the vampire’s body around him, so her back side was up against his. Lazily holding her, Five listened to the calming sound of her rhythmic voice, answering his many, many questions about her life and how it was she came to be what she was.

After a while, Five merely held her, saying nothing. The vampire's quiet breaths slowly synced with his and his eyes grew heavier.

As he slipped off, Five felt her brush a hand back through his hair, the sensation of it only adding to the unfathomable contentment he felt.

Part in a dream, but with one foot still in the real world, Five didn’t want to run from himself or anything anymore. For once, he was truly happy.

Chapter 4: Forever

Hours later, like the early riser he has always been, Five started to wake up, but old habits weren’t the only thing driving him.

His room was so dark you couldn’t see anything but the faintest outlines of his furniture, yet the coolness of the female lying next to him with her feet tucked around his made him smile for her anyway.

He breathed in the feminine smell of her hair as he kissed her neck.

The she didn’t move.

Five’s morning wood was parked between the girl’s legs, and he was naughtily undulating it when he wasn’t even fully awake but even that moment of semi-conscious depravity didn’t arouse her, so he knew that she wasn’t awake, and it could have something to do with what she'd told him the night before about her tendency to operate nocturnally.

“Damn it,” Five breathed as he rolled over, trying to calm himself down and give her some space.

Suddenly, he was flipped onto his back as the vampire pounced on him.

“You are awake!” Five laughed as her bottom pushed down on his hard dick and she grabbed his wrists, pushing them up over his head where she easily held them there with one of her hands. As he thought about motorboating her breasts, Five asked, “Want to go for that ride I was talking about?”

Smirking, he jostled her with his hips.

Eyes glowing, the vampire smiled, her fangs visible in the faint light reflecting off the wall at the edge of Five’s curtain. “Oh, sweetheart, I am going to take you for more than a ride. I decided that I like you so much, I am going to grant you your wish.”

“My wish?”

Heart starting to race, Five watched as the vampire dangled the pair of handcuffs in his face. Clearly after he'd fallen asleep, she'd snuck into his bedside table and found his stash of dirty magazines and other useful items.

As Five was just about to say something about her taking his things again without permission, with strength he didn’t know was in her, she reached up, fishing them through a rung of his metal headboard, then she slapped them on him before he could wriggle his hands free.

As she squeezed, the cold metal painfully dug into Five’s bones, and he looked up at her with his face twisted with confusion.

“There. Wouldn’t want you going anywhere…”

“I wasn’t going to go-"

“I know,” she quickly soothed while simpering back at him.

Shooting forward, the vampire came down on Five, her fangs slicing through the side of his neck.

He screamed as she tore him open. Then he screamed again, and it was cut off by her hand aggressively clamping over his mouth.

Her mouth popped off him and Five could feel his blood seeping down his neck onto his sheets.

“Ah-ah-ah, daddy,” she warned.

When he felt her cold hand come around his shaft, Five weakly whimpered. Then when she came down on his length, slowly covering him until he was deep inside her and she was mounted on him properly, Five moaned like a dying animal and then she latched onto him again, sucking hard.

Pain and terror, and pleasure ripped through him, and all the while, his cock was being polished by the vamp’s curvy hips bouncing and rocking as she wildly fucked him. The tension building deep in Five’s stomach all the way to his toes was enough to make him cry out again, but she masterfully cut it short and covered it with her iron hand again.

He could hardly think. His arms fought against his restraints, the metal clanking against his headboard. He tried to pull at his power to blink.

His power was nowhere to be found.

The vampire’s hand moved from his mouth and Five gasped for air. Her mouth came over his and the taste of his blood on her tongue made him jerk back.

“That’s not what you like, is it?” she taunted with her voice thick and velvety.

She leaned up, her nails digging into Five’s chest as her body rocked and pushed against his. His climax was ready. He was on the brink in more ways than one, but like so many things ingrained in him, he couldn't let it come unless he was the one controlling it. It was all he knew.

Even in the dim light, Five could see her smile. He could see traces of his blood on her lips.

“Five, darling… You feel and taste so good. I am the luckiest girl there is,” she said, looking like a fallen angel as she sadistically rode him.

Five was dizzy. He saw floating white dots flitting around his vision. His tensed legs extended back down on the bed as he grew weaker.

He wanted to do something, anything, but his mind and body were failing him.

It felt like he was falling.

He shut his eyes, letting himself fall further into the abyss of the darkness taking him away.

The vampire touched his face, her cool fingers making his droopy eyelids flutter open. “We aren’t done, Five.”

His voice was barely even a whisper, and his face showed no signs of pain anymore as he simply said, “I know.”

Five started to drag his legs back up, his knees bending behind her as his heels dug into the bed.

“Bite me again,” he breathed as he started to thrust his hips up into her, driving his cock full deep even though he hadn't found the strength to open his eyes again yet.

The vampire couldn’t look more pleased as her hand came down on Five’s slim but strong torso and she happily cried out, “There’s my fighter!”

As Five flexed his legs, and bounced his hips up, his shaft plummeted inside the vampire faster and harder with each second that passed.

Giving him more room to pull out of her, the vampire’s mouth came down on him again, her hair tickling his chest as it pooled across his cool skin.

She licked him, her tongue drawing lines over his torn flesh before she started sucking on him again.

Five let out a rough sounding moan, the edge of it sharp and shattered.

His body felt so cold. He was trembling from it, but he didn’t stop fucking her, and then he felt her weight fall on him and his eyes flew open.

Her body was shaking as hard as his, but for the first time, she felt like she was on fire. After only a couple more, primal, lust-driven thrusts, Five twitched and he felt liquid warmth filling the vampire's core as she moaned her approval against his ruined neck.

Five’s release hit him so hard but all he could do to verbally express how he felt was to let out a small sob.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted his hands around her. He wanted her even though he’d just had her, and she’d had him. He could feel the static of his power crawling under his skin. He knew it wasn’t gone and that he had only been unable to wield it because deep down, he didn't' want to get away.

Death was always with him. He'd walked the line, neither living nor dying for far too long.

Five could have just died and he would have done it without fear.

Death had never scared him, but now he no longer felt like life did either, not when he’d journeyed far past the limit of what his mind and body could comprehend and found something he'd never known could be.

The vampire slowly pulled away from the deep wound she'd left on him, saliva mixed with small amounts of blood covered where her mouth had been, the cold air of the room brushed against the white-hot bite causing a sharp gasp to pass Five's lips.

“You aren’t dying now, love," she whispered.

Five didn’t know exactly what she meant because he definitely felt like death at this point was a possibly, but the feel of her warm skin suddenly pressing to his lips made perfect sense.

He bit down, his teeth gnashing at the vampire’s wrist. She let him writhe and cling to her, losing himself to the syrupy thickness of her but only very briefly before she started to pull her arm back.

Letting out a noise of complaint, Five tried to follow her but he could only get so far before he lost his hold on her, his mouth breaking away as his shoulders defeatedly slumped back on the bed.

“Too much and we’d have two bats in this belfry,” she said as she gently wiped the corner of Five’s mouth.

“I thought you said you couldn’t turn into a bat?” Five quietly countered.

The vampire laughed softly. “You got me there, handsome, but I do have a slight aversion to the sun and so do bats.”

She laughed more heartily and Five could feel his softening cock crawling out of her along with the coolness of his release coving him but he didn’t mind the feel of it, because he was more interested in gazing at the shadowed light illuminating her face.

“As for the sun… Sunburns shouldn’t be a problem since my sugar daddy was kind enough to let me have my way with him this morning," she teased. "If you want to take me out to get coffee and donuts and then go for a lover's stroll in the park, I promise I won’t ignite, and neither will you.”

“I do want to do that. Not the spontaneous combustion part, but the coffee, copious amount of simple sugars, and the lover's stroll,” Five said, smiling because that was exactly what his plan was after he woke the vampire up with his daybreak boner and finished what Klaus referred to as a round of hanky-panky hid his poor deprived Mr. Wanky.

“Good.” She grinned then bent down and softly kissed the newly healed skin where she had minutes ago bit into him.

The feeling of that sent tingles up and down Five's spine and it lit up the darkness inside him to a near blinding level.

About an hour later, after a shower that included a much less bloody and aggressive fuck, Five was dressed in his usual finely tailor sexy suit and his vampire was looking at him with a silly smile as she twirled around in one of Klaus’s tie-dye dresses and the cowboy hat he'd gotten to replace the one he’d lost during their time in the Sparrow's timeline.

“Lose the hat,” Five ordered.

“Ah… Vampire. Sun. Ouch. Remember?” she said, eyeing Five like it was obvious as she plunked the much too large hat on her hat.

Stepping over to the hall table, Five plucked a large pair of Jackie Kennedy style sunglasses out of a basket filled with Klaus’s other precious fashion pieces.

The vampire shimmied up to his side and Five tipped the hat off her head, then gently slipped the shades on, his fingers lingering along her jaw for a moment before he pulled them away and picked up a black umbrella out of the stand next to the door. “Will these do?” he asked, tugging her closer with the crooked wooden handle that he'd just hoisted up under her dress and hooked behind one of her legs.

“It will,” she said, relishing the feel of his warm touch as he took her hand and gently kissed the top of it.

Hand in hand, the teleporter who had fallen out of time with the rest of the world, and the vampire with a heart as big and broken as his, opened the door.

“Hey…” Klaus said, standing there with his keys out, ready to stick in the lock.

Five’s brows furrowed as he looked at his brother’s tangle of curly hair and his much less primped looking Little Bo Peep costume as it swooshed against his long tights covered legs.

Where's our broom?" he testily questioned.

Klaus's lips pulled back sheepishly. "I lost it."

Five let out a tired sounding sigh but on the inside, he wasn't mad at Klaus at all. Inside, unlike before, he couldn't be happier.

Klaus’s mouth slowly started to gape as he continued to look at the cute young couple standing in front of him. “Looks like going out last night wasn’t such a bad idea..." he said in wonderment. He shook his finger a Five, then added, "I was right wasn't I, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Halloween night is magical!"

Five glanced at the vampire and smirked at her, then his brother.

“Yup, you were right, Klaus. It is,” he said, unable to hold his usual dry tone as he beamed like a cheshire cat and proudly strutted by, escorting his perfect new vampire girlfriend down the hall.

Thanks for reading. Please reblog if you liked it.❤️

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erenxfrieda · 1 year

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yandere five with a reader who's just as smart as him, but is still really sweet. however, she won't take any of his shit and gets past all of his shenanigans, escaping every he drags her back.

Yandere!Five x Reader

warnings: yandere behaviour, dark themes (obviously), yandere Five, kidnapping, mentions of breaking bones.

a/n: I'm sorry if that's not...what you expected? i dunno why I'm saying this, it's just every time I'm doing requests I have a feeling I didn't do it perfectly? and you probably expected more-

For a man like Number Five, having a potential competitor around is kinda a great danger. For him? Haha! Definitely not, more for you. You see, since childhood, Five has been a pretty...competitive guy. He's faster, smarter, stronger than the ones he grew up with at the Academy when he was much younger.

In fact, meeting the same person who can make Five sweat so well would be very interesting to him. If Five were younger, his reaction would be simple. He wants to be the best, as well as get his dose of praise from Reginald, will simply start spending a day to get ahead of you. He'll work out, he'll solve more math equations, he'll read every book in the house day and night, he'll do anything to say, in the end, “I'll always be better.”

Five, who survived several apocalypses, life in the Commission and other things, will be a little...calmer. Yes, he has a younger body, which means he must have strength. But. Five was tired mentally and physically. His body may allow him to do a few runs around the academy if he really wants to, but the other question is, will he compete with you? No.

I understand that you are probably a little disappointed with this answer, yes? Sorry, but Five is not 13 years old! There may be a part of him that wants to get some praise from Reggie, but for the most part, he just doesn't care. He is an old man. He's 58 years old guys, all he wants to do is drink coffee and read some newspaper while enjoying a legal retirement. Your games do not impress him, play such games with Diego or Ben from Sparrow, and please do not bother him.

And so, we approach the other side, by some miracle Five liked you so much that he now loves you, congratulations! I think some of your sarcasm plus sweet and intelligent behaviour will annoy him a little, but for the most part it will amuse him. You, compared to him, are so inexperienced and cute, you are probably trying to copy him, right? He will rather laugh at your behavior.

But if you really are really incredibly smart, then congratulations, you can even shut him up for a while. Remember how Viktor reminded him of the events of season 2?

You stand next to Five, silently looking at him, then at his older doppelgänger lying on the cold metal surface of the table. A moment, and you noticeably shift your gaze first to the younger, then to the old man, and so on several times. This obviously does not go unnoticed by Five and he, already on the verge of breakdown, turns to you.

„What?” he practically grinds his teeth, trying to keep from sounding rougher.

“Nothing,” you shrug, chuckling softly. “It’s just that if he is you, and you are the creator of the Commission, then it’s a little funny.”

He raises one eyebrow at your words and, moving away from his counterpart, now seems a little interested in your point of view.

“What the hell is funny about that? Can you try to explain yourself, missy?”

“You complained that the suitcases are not bulletproof, but it turns out that this is like your mistake?” you are still smiling. “It's not that I blame you...”

For a moment there is only awkward silence between the two of you. You look at him, he looks at you, only making this conversation more awkward now. He seemed to think about your words and the realization really hit him hard, and his face turns red, more likely from anger, and possibly embarrassment.

“You brat really think it's a good idea to say it right now-”

I think if you have yandere Number Five behind you, who, if you remember, is one of the most dangerous people in the world, then you must be pretty damn smart. You must be much smarter than him, considering the fact that you are a simple person with no abilities. It will be incredibly difficult for you to avoid problems if he wants to have you with him 24/7, since he can literally appear at any moment and move you anywhere and you won’t even have time to blink.

Dealing with a person with teleportation is a 50/50 situation where you may or may not get lucky. Your reaction should be quick and immediate, being able to analyze your situation in a stressful situation, because then the right to make a mistake is a luxury that you cannot afford.

Right now, one of your many attempts to escape from Five, and you can tell exactly how he is not happy about this fact. How many times have you already done this? Five times? Ten? Twenty?! He is tired of constantly pulling you away from leaving the house, you damn annoying him at such moments, and after each such attempt, he often has to change the doors and locks on the windows, because you, by some fucking miracle, manage to break them.

“Can you stop this for one freaking day?” he hisses angrily, wrapping one arm around your neck, pressing you closer to him.

His other hand is on top of your mouth, thereby shutting you up. Just from looking at Five's face, you can see how tired he is. Sweat runs down his forehead and his chest rises up and down incredibly fast.

There is a slight smile on your face and for a moment you froze, looking up at him.

“Oh, I'm really sorry for all the trouble I'm causing you,” you say in your real, sad voice. “And sorry about that too.”

Without giving your kidnapper time to react, you strike him hard in the side with your elbow, causing him to groan in pain and let go of you for a moment. Enough for you to be able to escape from it.

If you are smart and have abilities that can help you, then it will be a little easier for you. Because you can at least protect yourself a little if something happens. But in the end, Five is an experienced killer who has a lot of experience and a mountain of corpses behind his back, so at some point the cat and mouse games will end and you can hardly escape your fate.

“You really made me all so worked up over this little games of yous ,” he admits, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “But in the end, you can’t run away from fate, right, angel?”

“My dear, it's only a matter of time before I can get away from you again,” you chirp happily, your wrists a little sore from how tight the ropes are pressing against your skin, but your whole appearance doesn't show it.

“Then I need to try to take this opportunity away from you forever,” his hand rests on your knee, squeezing lightly. Your breath is held for a moment and you look down, your heart beats stronger in your chest and it seemed that it was about to jump out.

He won't dare to break your legs, will he?

#yandere tua #tua x reader #yandere x reader #five hargreaves x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #umbrella academy x reader #yandere umbrella academy #tua imagine #yandere number five #number five x reader #number 5 #five hargreeves headcanons #number five #five hargreeves x reader

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ladystoneboobs · 7 months

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i present: small and non-verbal but very funny star wars moments:

ep. V: the empire strikes back--the millenium falcon achieves hyperspeed again, despite the imperials' best plans to the contrary. admiral piett and his men are terrified of vader's reaction, all trying to stay out of his path. but he's still too busy brooding on his loss of luke to even force-choke anyone. that's how thrown off he was by his newly-mutilated son running away from him!

the sole exception to this collective terror being this guy, so intent on his own important work, that he doesn't even notice his scary boss until darth vader has walked right past him.

ep. III: revenge of the sith--padme's droids somehow getting her unconscious body back on her ship.

in the novelisation, r2-d2 just drags her up the ramp with his gadgetry, but in the script it's c-3po who carried her up bridal style. which would be impossible to film when 3po could barely manage to move around under his own weight. what makes it really funny for me is that there was no need for any of this. why not just have obi-wan pick her up as he's hurrying outta there after failing to kill her husband? i mean, it's surely not good to be lying out in the open on a volcanic world with poisonous gases, but it wouldn't be good for obi-wan running around out there either, and this lady was about to have broken heart as her only known cause of death. when has science ever held back star wars? and i can't imagine that being dragged by wires from artoo or dropped every few steps by threepio could've been too good for her body either. just makes for an absurd little (offscreen) background detail amid the tragedy of the end of padme's life, imho.

ep. IV: a new hope--obi-wan vanishing into thin air when struck down and vader's (very understandable) bafflement afterward.

by this point in the second screencap, luke is shooting at him in retaliation and the stormtroopers are all shooting back at luke, but anakin is still dealing with this unprecendented vanishing and busy searching for any corporeal remains of obi-wan kenobi with his boot. "where did you go, my old master? how could this happen? i wasn't done fighting with you yet."

ep. V: the empire strikes back--vader inviting lando calrissian, chewbacca, han solo, and princess leia to share a meal with him and boba fett, before taking chewie, han, and leia prisoner and torturing han.

i think a lot of people must assume there was no actual meal, but it's not like vader had to go to all that trouble in the first place of setting out an entire banquet table with proper containers and utensils. just because that was lando's pretext to bring them to vader does not necessitate actually having a table set. darth vader could have had them led into any other room with boba fett and stormtroopers waiting to just arrest them right away. instead, as we can see in the second screencap, (over lando's shoulder and leia's bun), vader did sit down at the head of the table, waiting for his prey to join him. and i swear, in one of the earlier drafts of empire's screenplay there is actually a scene showing their awkward meal together. or rather, han and leia being served food and drinks while darth vader just sits there, watching evilly, explaining his great villainous plan to use them to trap luke. it's like dr. evil making austin and vanessa sit down at his table in the first austin powers movie. darth vader really did always live for drama

ep. VI: return of the jedi--leia telling han that she loves luke, but not that way. he's her brother, silly! as if this is something they all knew all along, with zero follow-up explanation. you can just see han wordlessly processing this bombshell of brand new information through his facial expressions alone. (this lasts so long that i wouldn't even count it were it not likely overshadowed by everything else in the ending of rotj.)

wh-what did you say? your brother? since when?

wait-wait-wait. i've seen you mouth kissing luke right in front of me before. i'm so confused now.

just what kind of weirdo family have i gotten myself mixed up with here?

oh, well, she's only kissing me now. that's good enough, i guess. maybe?

hey, as long as you do love me and luke in different ways ...

i don't know much about families, but i've heard they all have their weird traditions. so who am i to judge you, babe? as long as we're together now, that's all that matters.

#swedit #star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #padme amidala #lando calrissian #chewbacca #han solo #leia organa #yes i did use very specific adjectives to exclude most of the st #tho i do think there's some funny intentional and more overt humor in the jj saga #tlj was more marvel-like humor which was its real greatest sin #tumblr won't let you do a numbered list in descending order so just imagine it's a top 5 that way #(c)lsb

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graceloveswolves · 2 years

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I’ve seen people talking about how Klaus is looking in the opposite direction in this picture, and as I was rewatching the series I noticed this picture in season one where (I think) Klaus is facing the other way….. I could be wrong but I think that’s either Klaus/Ben. Anyone find this intriguing???

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peachy-wolfhard · 2 years

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End of the World Lovers

A/N: just something small to tide you over, very long five fic coming shortly, reader is shorter than five but its only one comment

Warnings: end of the world

Word Count: 222

Dancing around the dance floor, not a care in the soon-to-be gone world. You and the love of your life swaying to the music.

“I wish this could last forever,” he whispers into your neck, making sure to give a small kiss.

“Forever just wasn’t in the cards for us, huh?” you chuckle wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I think I’m fine with that. the few years we’ve been together have been better than if we met each other when we were young.”

“If we would’ve met when we were younger, young me would hate you,” burying your face in his chest.

“Don’t think younger me would have the patience to deal with you,” Five says pulling you closer and giggling.

“Stop acting like you’re not completely annoying,” you giggle as he places his hands on the small of your back, smiling like an idiot. Swaying to the music he takes a deep breath and exhales, laying his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I love you too, but the only thing in the world currently is a hotel.”

“Okay, fine. I love you more than anything in this hotel,” Five says jokingly pinching your side as he pulls you away to the bar to continue the wedding and end-of-the-world celebration.

#masterlist #five hargreeves x reader #number five imagine #five hargreeves x you #number 5 x reader #umbrella academy x reader #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader

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booasaur · 4 months

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Have you seen that there's a possible new wlw ship on General Hospital? Kristina and Blaze. I'm not super optimistic cause American soaps are terrible to gay women (and this one already includes a surrogacy storyline 🙄) but the actresses are really pretty and have great chemistry, so I'm cautiously watching from a distance to see where it goes.

I wouldn't call it just "possible", heh, but yes, I've been keeping track of it! Kind of....?

Okay, I started watching but then very quickly fell behind but I still wanted to download the eps since they're only available for a short time, so I'd check the Twitter tags to see if Kristina was on that day. So I don't know the intricacies of their plot but have some vague idea of what's going on given the reactions.

Including the surrogacy storyline! Not loving that, indeed, especially as people seem to think it'll lead to Kristina stealing the baby, but I'll wait for it to play out. In some respects, it's nice to get a secondary plot, because at this point it's a little boring to get the same old coming to terms with sexuality/coming out storylines, especially on shows that are meant to be over-the-top dramatic. Even for Parker/Kristina, I was glad to have a professor/student age gap conflict to add to the bi Kristina plot. If they're gonna do weird surrogate drama, that's something.

But yeah, even with Parker/Kristina, GH's not got the best track record. They had hardly anything onscreen in MULTIPLE go-arounds, and I was really eager to see what they were going to do with Kristina/Valerie, but they backed out of that before even beginning, and while we never got confirmation Alexis/Harmony were going to be a thing, that was a waste if not intentional! Tragic, that the one time they gave two plot-centric characters a slow build, they either backtracked or it was never even meant to be.

I had seen at the start that people were hoping Blaze was secretly part of some other family/revenge scheme and tbh, I wouldn't hate that either! The GH writers seem responsive to the viewers so I hope they take the good ideas too and not just listen to random homophobia/racism/misogyny.

#replies #femslash related stuff #Anonymous #sent on 20231231 #a pretty number #"funny you didn't have an answer for my GH ask!''#never letting that go #imagine thinking I hadn't answered because I was stumped #news flash anon: I'm slow on every ask!#5 #general hospital #kraze

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silenthillbunni · 27 days

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5 million male chicks per year are brutally murdered right after birth bc they're "worthless" to the egg industry yet im supposed to believe that humans arent inherently evil lmao shut the fuck up

#5 million only in sweden #imagine the number in the entire world #imagine all the other animals that are being slaughtered #god i wanna throw up humanity is so so so evil #we play god #we think we have the right to first make sure animals get raped (breeding at an unnatural rate is rape)#then have these animals in HORRIBLE 'living' conditions (ppl liken their conditions to actual hell!!)#and not only that the human workers more often than not sadistically torture nd abuse them before slaughtering them #on top of that... humans are so fucking useless they throw away most of meat and animal products #they like buy a package of meat then theyre too braindead to cook w it so it goes bad nd they throw it out #i dont know #all of this is unnatural and unholy. none of this is how its suplosed to be #we didnt get life just to put ourselves on top and then abuse and torture every other living being like this #no humanity is a sickness. humans are a cancer. a parasite. the more i think abt it the more im cemented in that belief #ppl act like 1% of 'goodness' weighs up for the profound harm and cruelty humans have set loose on this earth. thats a fucking joke!#god what the fuck is wrong with humanity. it's like everything went wrong .. well from the start rlly #humans (mostly men if we're being honest. women dont have nor act on such depraved desires) been fucking insane #animals arent cruel or sadistic. they follow their nature. the eating and killing isnt more than that #sure some animals like cats have sadistic behaviors. but that is nowhere near the scale humans act on it #like cats dont lock mice in a facility nd force them to breed nd then torture them in insane amounts nd so on so forth #humans are wrong. im certain that we were never meant to live like this. it's all insanity. the worst part it. 99.99% of ppl are part of it #it's so hard to find anyone who's intelligent enough to comprehend this. theyre all braindead megalomaniac sheep w a superiority complex #i cant connect w anyone bc of it #i just get so disappointed when i realize someone's just as braindead as everyone else nd then i stop caring abt them. everyone r this way.#idk how to live with these humans. theyre all fucking insane

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ilynpilled · 7 months

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thinking a number based rating system is necessary or even all that valuable when it comes to expressing and capturing how one feels about a piece of art makes you completely goo goo gaga brained in my eyes

#pissed me off like omfg imagine watching a movie and being like wow i cant wait to express all my feelings about it using a 1-5 scale #u couldnt pay me to rate media like this it feels so meaningless and reductive and im not working as a critic there is no utility to it #this letterboxd shit serious to some of u lewsers #u ppl already focus too much on the number rather than the actual reasons and feelings #for some ppl it can work and they like it but thinking like this omg u r insufferable

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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Hii I'm a real sucker for your smuts and I was wondering if you could do a five one where he walks in on reader riding their pillow and thinking about him while doing it (and they haven't had intercourse in a long while because of apocalypse stuff and all that) and the aftermath where you can do anything with it after but I'd really like it if five was being gentle to the reader :<

Sorry this is a long req I hope you write it and it's okay if you dont wanna, thankiee 🫶

Your welkiee! Hope you enjoy. 😊 Lucky Fucking Pillow | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 3k words, Rated E

It had been four weeks: four fearful, lonely, miserable weeks. You felt stupid, irritated with him. You hated the fact you were waiting at home for him like the sweetheart of a world war two vet, living on the letters he sent from the front lines.

You held it together until just before he left, duffel bag over his shoulder.

“The situation’s dangerous; unpredictable. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

On the floors below you, you could hear a bustle of activity as his siblings made similar preparations to leave.

“Why is this your responsibility?”

He looked at you, disbelievingly, the hand not supporting the bag went directly into his pocket.

“This is the world. Am I supposed to sit at home and wait to be subsumed by another apocalypse?”

You shook your head, bringing your knees up to your chest, not able to articulate what you were feeling.

“Let me come with you then.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, picked up the last of his morning coffee and knocked it back, shaking his head.

“I’m not having this discussion again. I’d want you beside me in anything else, but not in this. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Your best chance of survival is staying well away.”

“What if you die? What am I supposed to do?”

From slight irritation, he softened further. Bending from the waist, he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, okay.”

He crossed to the door, but a strangled sob made him turn back. Your face was suddenly red, tear-streaked. When you spoke, the words tore themselves from a tight throat.

“Don’t go!”

He closed his eyes, hand still on the door handle. He let out a breath and dropped the duffel bag, turning back around, crossing the room in two strides and holding you close, your head against his chest.

“I have to, angel. I’m so sorry.”

Since then, your days had been spent scouring the horizon for impending doom and following the news incessantly for any hints of what was going on. Your nights had been spent sleepless, remembering Five’s caresses and trying to get your head around the fact that you and everyone else could die at any moment.

You at least knew he wasn’t dead. He got messages to you sporadically; short dispatches from the field. They appeared mostly via an ancient telegraph machine stowed in Reginald’s old office. The most recent of these hadn’t been very encouraging:

We’ve got a plan, but it’s tenuous. If it doesn’t work, we’ll really be fucked. If that’s the case, then I hope to see you on the other side, -F x

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They were four sexless weeks too. You quickly discovered that it takes more than the threat of imminent death to crush the human capacity for horniness. Before that month, you would have thought it would be a deluge of cold water on your libido, but that was far from the case.

On the contrary, knowing that time could be short, all you could think about was having Five in your arms again: running your hands all over his body, the feeling of his lips on yours and the sensations of his lovemaking.

As you lay in bed, his phantom was a heavy, intoxicating presence. Your need for him was strong tonight. You rolled to look at his empty side of the bed and imagined his head on the pillow. His eyes (that fickle forest green that masqueraded as blue in some lights and brown in others), you imagined them shaded by his hair. You saw his raised eyebrow, his smile, soft and suggestive, with the dimple that only appeared on one side of his face, recessing two large freckles by his mouth.

You pulled his pillow to you and buried your face in it. It smelled of him. You inhaled it deeply: his aftershave, his antiperspirant, his shampoo, a hint of coffee and something more indefinable: a more fundamental scent that was all him.

It was this last smell that made your stomach flip, that made you breathe in the scent of the pillow again. It awakened something primal in you: ripples from your center outwards; flutters down each of your limbs.

Before you knew it, you were stripping off your panties and kneeling up in bed. One hand held his pillow to your face and the other held your own pillow between your legs. When you started to grind, it was him beneath you. In imagination, he was teasing you: not allowing you to get on his dick until you came from humping his leg.

It wasn’t enough friction, so you sped up your hips, snapping them back and forth desperately. There was a whisper of something, a tingle from your neglected pussy, so you chased it, sinking deeper into the fantasy and imagining his hands squeezing your hips, guiding you as you rode him.

“Oh, Five,” you whispered, feeling your body begin to respond, wetness gathering between your labia, “Five, fuck.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

“Hm,” said an approving voice from the doorway, “that lucky fucking pillow.”

You gave a violent start, dropped his pillow and turned around. There he was, framed in the open doorway. You gave a grateful, ecstatic cry.

“Five!”

In nothing but your t-shirt, you were across the room in a leap and bound and throwing yourself against him, holding him to you with sudden, tight urgency.

He immediately stiffened and let out a sharp groan of pain. You loosened your grip

“Oh my god, what happened? You’re hurt! Are you okay? Is it over? Is everyone okay? Is the world okay?”

He was holding himself stiffly, but now his pain had faded, his face was amused. He leaned forward and kissed your lips. On your side, the kiss was desperate, joy-filled; on his, more passionate. His tongue flicked between your lips before he broke away.

“How about this? l answer each of your questions if, each time, you answer me one in return?” he said, smirking.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, smiling gently, “but that wasn’t a question.”

You were too happy to see him to have space to be irritated by this game.

“Fine. What happened to you?”

He moved as if to put his bag down on the chair. Seeing his wince, you took it off him and placed it there yourself.

“Thanks. It’s just a wound. There was an explosion. I was hit by a piece of flying steel.”

“Shit,” you whispered, looking down at his chest and the bandages that must be underneath his shirt, “oh my god, are you okay?”

“Hey,” he admonished, “it’s your turn to answer a question now. What were you doing when I came in?”

You looked at him with annoyance.

“You know what I was doing.”

“Yes,” he smirked, “I want to hear you describe it.”

“I was masturbating.”

“How were you masturbating?” he pushed.

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” you said, using his own tactic against him, “How long will it take to heal? Are you seriously hurt?”

“That was two questions,” he said, stepping towards you, “but I’m feeling generous: I’m not seriously hurt. It’s a flesh wound. It’ll heal nicely.”

You looked at him with concern and he shook his head with a smile.

“Now it’s my turn: what exactly were you thinking about when you were humping that pillow?”

“You,” you mumbled, “I missed you.”

“What exactly? You didn’t answer properly.”

You feel your face flush.

“I was thinking about fucking you. On top. Riding you.”

Five’s smirk grew, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows suggestively. You hurried on.

“Is the family okay?”

“All present and correct.” he said, moving even closer to you and stroking your hip in gentle circles.

It was a long, long month without you. There was barely time to think, let alone have the privacy for any ‘self care’ sessions of his own. Now that it was all over, his dick was complaining rather vocally about this neglect; insisting that if it didn’t get inside something warm and tight within the next five minutes, it would be most seriously displeased with the rest of him.

As if to punctuate the point, it was now requisitioning rather a lot of blood from his brain, leaving him rock hard and almost lightheaded with the rush.

“You’re so horny for me, aren’t you? Humping your pillow like a dirty little girl?”

“Was that a question?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as his hand snaked around to your ass. He stroked one of your buttocks up and down slowly, palm cupping the curve of your skin.

“Then yes: I’m horny for you.”

“How horny?” he said, immediately, squeezing you gently.

“Did you save the world?”

“Are you wet for me?” he said, huskily.

The fingertips of his other hand came to rest on your thigh. His eyes, dark in the low light of the bedroom, captured yours and held them firmly, authoritatively.

“If you’re not going to answer my question, I’ll have to find out for myself.”

You looked back at him and his lips twitched. Slowly, he walked his middle and index fingers between your legs and parted your labia. He let out a low ‘oh’ as he felt the sopping folds waiting for him.

A jolt twitched down the boner now pressing insistently against the crotch of his pants.

“How about you ditch the pillow and have a piece of the real thing?”

His fingers slipped slickly up and down your slit and you nodded, trying not to let your knees go weak. Your hands came to the hem of your shirt, pulled it over your head and discarded it so that you were standing naked before him.

As your breasts bounced free, his befuddled mind could only think how much he’d missed them. He bent forward eagerly to try and take a nipple into his mouth, but froze mid-stoop with a wince and harsh intake of breath.

“Ow. Shit.”

He straightened up slowly, stiffly and leaned against the door, experimentally stretching out his limbs.

“You okay?” you said, worried.

“I’m fine.” he muttered, hand over his injury, “Got a bad case of hornybrain. Made me forget I was impaled by a steel bar for a hot second there.”

You winced in sympathy and rubbed his clothed stomach in circles. When the pain had abated and he was again looking at you with lust behind his eyes, you leaned in and whispered to him.

“Looks like you’re going to have to stay still and let me do all the work.”

His lips parted but no words came out, for once unable to think of anything cocky to say. You could see the glisten of saliva on his tongue. You smirked and lowered yourself so that you were kneeling in front of him.

He laid his head against the door and exhaled as you deftly freed him of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He squeezed his eyes closed, thoroughly undone by the mere suggestion of being sucked. He was even hornier than he realized.

He groaned in a strange mix of satisfaction and need as you licked him through his underwear, using one hand to pull the fabric taught around the thick five and a half inches imprinted there in harsh relief. The stretch and your saliva made the white material semi transparent and you felt a pleasant twist in your stomach as the hint of soft, flushed skin beneath. You lost yourself, aware of nothing but the perfect outline of his glans beneath your tongue and the heady, pheromonal smell of him.

He made another tight, needy sound as you put your lips around his still-clothed head.

“Please.”

How could you refuse him? Pulling at the elastic and reaching in, you pulled him out to twitch in the open air. It looked painfully hard, as always curving slightly to your left but otherwise sticking straight out like an exclamation point to his arousal.

Slowly, still inhaling that intoxicating scent, you took him into your mouth, slowly sucking him. You hummed appreciatively at his solid, hot skin between your lips. You were in heaven there, happy to keep sucking him as long as he’d let you.

“You don’t know how much I need this,” he said, weakly, knees buckling as you built to a steady rhythm. You paid close attention to his head, enjoying the little pop it made as it left the tight seal of your lips.

He looked down at you with hazy eyes, watching the way your lips pouted as you slid your lips up his length. When you caught his eyes, the pupils suddenly widened and he immediately looked away, head snapping straight back to look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t look at you right now,” he breathed, by way of explanation, “You’re too perfect; I’ll come too fast.”

You flushed, glowing with his praise. Though Five was a loving partner, his compliments were usually hidden beneath layers of self-consciousness and sarcasm. Him saying this now was evidence of how overwhelmed he was: inhibitions swept away in the rush of reunion.

Slowly, you withdrew and laid your head against his stomach so that his cock rested on your cheek. You looked up at him adoringly, simultaneously enjoying the intensity of his arousal and giving him time to calm down.

“I love you Five.”

“I love you too, baby.” he said, voice breathy and hoarse, “Now, please god, take me to bed and treat me like that pillow.”

You smiled, rose to your feet and led him to the bed, helping him out of the pants around his ankles. Standing by his side of the bed, you kissed his lips gently, enjoying the way his dick stabbed and pressed periodically at your thighs. When you broke apart, you looked into his eyes, at his soft look with his thick eyelashes shading his eyes.

Aware of his injury, you supported him as he lay down, helping him to ease onto the mattress with the bare minimum of pain. His solid presence in your arms as he let you assist him was bliss.

Though you were being careful not to place any weight where it would hurt him, he pulled you into his arms.

“Please,” he whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Just use me to get off. Use me like a goddamn dildo. I don’t care. I need you.”

You smirked at this.

“Who are you and what have you done with Five?”

“Please.”

More begging. You didn’t have it in you to tease him, not when you too were desperate to feel his body against yours, to feel him inside you, to mingle your sighs and your pleasure with his.

You slipped him inside you and gasped. The resumption of this perfect coupling alone told you just how much you needed it. You knew you missed it, but now he was inside you again, you realized that it made you whole. His small keen as he slid home was enough to send a fluttering shudder from your center outwards.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, leaning close to him.

He nodded, biting his lower lip and caressing your hips.

Slowly, you began to grind against him, rolling your hips with him inside you, moving on top of him just as you did the pillow. This time, it really was Five beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, hitting and charging that sweet spot inside you until it felt like you were buzzing with his electricity.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Five!”

“I-don’t-deserve you,” he panted, “So perfect. Perfect. Beautiful girl…so goddamn sexy. I love you. I-fucking- Ah!”

He always got more talkative yet less coherent the closer he got. He was watching your swinging breasts, hanging a few inches above his face. You leaned forwards immediately, keen to give him what he couldn’t take for himself a few minutes before.

He took the hint eagerly, taking your nipple into his mouth and groaning along with you at the change of angle. He suckled enthusiastically, hungrily; hand leaving your hip to rub your breast with his palm.

His groans now sent miniature, warm vibrations onto your nipple, creating a new center for charge to build upon. As it crackled down your limbs, stoking the heat in your stomach and groin, you moaned, wanting to ride him hard- ride him like a bike - but you were reluctant to let loose in case you hurt him.

Instead, you rolled your hips upon him desperately. Judging by the sudden shout from him and the ache from your pussy, this motion was to both of your liking. You were on the edge now, teetering.

“Gonna come. Gonna come.” he whispered, urgently, removing his mouth from your titty with a wet sound.

He meant this to warn you but, instead, his desperate voice gave you the final push.

As you came, your pussy clenched, squeezing him suddenly. His eyes shot open and he all-but squealed at the unexpected stimulation. His hips surged upwards, the pain from his chest eclipsed for the moment by this maddening, raging orgasm. It felt like your pussy was milking it from him, pulling his rapid shots of come up into itself.

At last, you came to a stop.

“Is the world safe?” you asked, after a warm breathless minute or two.

“Yes,” he said weakly, “the world’s all okay.”

You carefully climbed off him, laid beside him and held him. There was the fresh smell of his shampoo and antiperspirant. The smell of home if ever there was one. After a minute or two becoming heavier in your arms, he spoke again.

“Well, the world’s certainly all okay now.”

He stroked your stomach as if you were made of paper-thin glass, inclining his head towards yours as he spoke again.

"I meant what I said: you are perfect, you know."

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rcksmith · 2 years

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Last night of the world — Five Hargreeves

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

Resume: Luther's wedding was an ironic joke for Five Hargreeves, especially with the apocalypse knocking at the door. But, that night, when Five looked at you and his breath escaped his lungs, he understood his brother. Beause he would marry you too on the last night of the world if he could.

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

11. “Wow- you look…amazing.”

15. “Because i love you god damnit!”

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

20. “How am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

40. “Come cuddle.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: just swearing, little angst, mention of death, VERY FLUFF.

Word count:3k.

A/N: Spoiler from season 3.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile 3 orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

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

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

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

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He can remember to this day. The taste of heaven on the top of his tongue, his heart suddenly racing into an uncontrollable rhythm, the sensation of an icy shiver coursing through his body and igniting a hot flame deep in his chest. It was like seeing the muse of a Renaissance painting: exciting, destabilizing. And all your splendor made the soul of Five Hargreeves want to kneel for you in eternal devotion.

You were breathtaking. And even after years, he can still remember that moment.

Five is not a man who is easily impressed, nor is he snatched by any woman. He is firm, rational and practical. But meeting you… in all your glory as a God-decorated angel, made him want to admit the existence of the divine and drown himself in your religion.

It only took a few months for Hargreeves to realize that the earth's rotation only made sense when you were by his side, directing smiles towards him that made he feel like he was in the heart of the sun, that awakened the will to…be good. At least the best possible, for you. To have the illusion that he could deserve you.

Maybe if Five Hargreeves tried to be a better man when he was by your side, he could fool the gods, life or fate, that he deserved you. And so no one would take you away from him. Maybe.

The relationship of you two was something inevitable, unstoppable, Five held you like it was a miracle and didn't dare let go anymore. You were one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and he wasn't going to risk losing you. But, lucky for Five, you loved him just as much as Phyllis loved Demophon.

There was an unspoken promise surrounding the love of the two of you, the unshakable conviction that you would remain side by side, until the end of the world.

"You are so lost in thought." Your voice snapped Five out of his reverie, bringing him back to reality.

A reality many years later. Where the end of the world knocked at the door, once again. Where his dysfunctional family was trapped in that strange and confusing reality. A reality where, in the midst of impending death, Luther was getting married.

When did time go by so fast?

It was at that moment that the blue eyes with ocean hues were in your direction, and just like so many years ago, Five lost his breath, his reason and his understanding of the world. The red silk clung to every curve of your body like an embrace of perfection, your skin was glistening under the lights of the hotel's ballroom, leaving you looking like a fantasy too good to have come true.

Holy fuck.

“Wow-’’ His voice got stuck on the way from brain to mouth, too perplexed how someone like you could be real. “You look…amazing.”

The sincerity in his voice, charged with a tremor and veneration, made the hairs on your arms stand on end and your heart race like horses in a race. How, after so many years, could he still look at you as if you were the most beautiful deity among the Greek gods? There was a pure love deep in his eyes that always made your soul tremble.

"You look wonderful too." You flashed a big smile, running your hand down his arm. “I love you in a suit.”

Five made a mocking sound, like a half laugh, as he looked away for a second before turning his attention to you.

"You always say that."

"Because it's true"

Your body came close to his without hesitation, being greeted by Five's warm arm around your waist. His touch became firmer as he pulled you a little closer, as if, unconsciously, he firming up territory.

“What were you thinking?” He looked at you in an inquisitive way “When I arrived. What were you thinking?”

"In you." His answer came as firm as his grip, and your heart leapt in chest. “More specifically the first time I saw you.”

There was something about the way Five Hargreeves looked at you. Something mysterious, passionate, hot as the fire of sin and sweet as the gates of paradise. Something that made you feel like you were living a true love story. Emotions curled at the top of your throat, and you knew you would cry if you uttered a single syllable. So you just laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling into the person who was the reason you were still breathing.

“What are the plans for tonight?” Your voice came out when you were sure you wouldn't cry, looking back into his eyes.

“My only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition” Then his mouth got closer to your ear and became wicked when said "And fuck you so fucking hard that I'm going to break the bed"

Hot shivers licked up your spine to the back of your neck, heat in your belly rose to your eyes, and you smiled broadly, full of sinful expectation.

Five's promises were never in vain.

”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” he said.

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled even wider, the blood pulsing hard in your veins, following the same rhythm as your passionate heart.

Hargreeves bit his teeth as he tightened his grip on your waist. “You teasing little thing.”

You laughed loud, letting him lead you to one of the tables and you said softly “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass...”

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

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No one knew - or cared - what time it was, the height of dawn was always perfect for rampant alcohol and dubious behavior. Nights were made for choices that weren't made during the day.

At that moment, forever was in that ballroom, with drunk people and loud music. The colored lights pulsed like a car engine, contributing alcohol to cloud and inhibit the rationality of everyone in the room.

The world was ending and each one there found a different poetic meaning for the situation.

Luther found his in his wife, Klaus clung to his father's plans and lived that night not as the last, but as the beginning of something, just like Ben. Viktor found his in the peace that existed in the idea of - finally - putting an end to that drama of apocalypses, which followed him from timeline to timeline.

For Five Hargreeves, his poetic meaning was you.

His eyes were heavy and his mind light, but he would have to be completely blind for not recognize that, whenever he looked in your direction, you were the most breathtaking girl of the universe.

Would he stop venerate you as a goddess? No.

He stood there for a few seconds, next to someone he didn't care who it was, his eyes completely mesmerized on you. Like you was the most dangerous siren at sea, and he was just a sailor totally at your mercy.

Your body, trapped in that fucking maddening red silk gown, was covered in a fine mist of sweat that lit your skin like pirate treasure. Your hair was unruly and coming out of hairstyle, but the strands that fell under the lap of your breasts took his breath away. It should be considered a cardinal sin the way your body was moving, and Five would have dropped to his knees for you if he could spend eternity there, watching you dance.

“I don't think I've ever seen you look like that.” It sounded like Klaus' voice, but Five didn't want to take his eyes off you to check it out.

“I don't have any expression on my face.” He said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he didn't believe his own words.

How could anyone keep a complacent expression when you looked like that? So miraculous that Five questioned his sanity. There was something about you that kept him wrapped around your finger, so fervently in love, whipped with just one look you gave him. Your image was like a renaissance miracle, a glimpse novelists had of paradise.

God sure was a woman…because there was no explanation for you being so divinely beautiful.

“she’s just…wow”

Klaus must have said something, but Five didn't deign to pay attention, his concentration too focused on the way your body moved, the sway of your hips that moved his ocean. Your every move was a tsunami on his sea, every twirl was a rotation on his Earth, you were shaking Five's entire existence and didn't even notice.

You may have fallen in love with him first, but he fell in love hardest.

That's when your eyes met his, in a fatal connection that made Five's soul tingle. Your smile was the second shot at his sanity, and at that moment, at a stupid wedding, Hargreeves wondered why the hell he never made an event like this be a moment of the two of you?

Why did he never ask you to marry him?

And in that second, watching you dance with Viktor, he found no reason not to.

Fuck it.

With each step Five took toward you, charged with purpose, the more the sense of certainty inside him grew, like a thunderous sound.

“I'm going to have to steal the most beautiful woman of the night.'' Five told his brother, who tried to hide his laughter at his drunken, uninhibited state.

A delicious flush crept up your cheeks, coloring your skin to a shy tinge that made Five want to run his tongue at the maddening color.

“All yours” Viktor was still trying not to laugh as he handed you to his night-black-haired brother.

“Come cuddle.” Five's drunk voice teased you as he pulled you as close to him as he could.

“You know that the most beautiful woman of the night is a bride, don't you?” it was your first speech as you settled youself with his warm, masculine, possessive hand on the small of your back.

“Not for me.” His voice brushed your jaw, lowering to your neck as if Five were inhaling the scent of your soul. “Never for me.”

Five was drunk, you knew that, he smelled like expensive whisky and masculine cologne, but there was something about his sincerity abounding in his drunkenness that made your heart pound. Hargreeves could be very good at hiding his feelings on a day-to-day basis, but that fell apart when alcohol drowned out his demons.

Was that what he thought whenever he looked at you? That you were the most beautiful woman, in every single night? Did he look at you with that oblique glow and in his mind he secretly venerate you?

You've never wanted a positive response so much in your life, because that's exactly how you feel about him. Your heart has long had the name 'Five Hargreeves' tattooed in red-hot iron, and the wish you've asked the shooting stars is that yours would also be tattooed on Five's heart too.

it wasn't too much to ask...

“I love the way you smell.” You buried your nose in his neck, letting the male body rock you completely, just not touching you with both hands because he held a bottle of whisky in his left.

Five let out a sound that could be described as disbelieving laughter. "i've been drinking for hours."

“But I can still smell your real scent.” You joked, reaching up to the back of his head whit your hands.

Hargreeves rummaged his shoulders, in a way to draw your attention to his face, pulling your eyes from your favorite hiding place. When you did, there were so many emotions pouring out of the blue Egyptian eyes that made your soul shivered.

“What do I smell like?” A question so innocent, pure, almost childish, but one that was able to quicken your pulse as quickly as a wildfire.

There was no hesitation in your voice as you replied: “Home.”

A hot feeling licked Five from head to toe, shaking his structures and revoking all the foundations of his life. It should be a crime for you to say such things. It should be a crime for you to be so beautiful that it physically hurt. It should be a crime to be that passionate for you. So, whit his chest sinking with overwhelming emotions and feelings, Hargreeves made the only coherent decision: he kissed you.

Kissed you because his ribcage would explode if he didn't. Kissed you because every cell in his body screamed that no longer belonged to him, but to you.

Mine, mine, mine. That's what Five thought as drowned the sins on your heavenly lips.

“I want to marry you.” His voice was still swallowed by your lips, because he refused to pull away.

"But..." one more kiss ''we already...'' one more kiss ''we're married.''

"No." the firmness in his voice shook your heart “I want a stupid wedding like this stupid event. I want to hear the idiotic speeches of my father and my siblings, and say that I want this hell to end when in fact I'm reveling in the fact that everyone is gathered just to see my wife. Because i love you god damnit! '' his statement left no space for a answer, because Five swallowed your breath with another incendiary kiss “I want to see you in white, and recite silly vows when in fact my love for you is much more than these ready-made words. I want to give you my last name, keep you by my side as the only Mrs. Hargreeves… I want… why the fuck have I never asked you to marry me before?!”

Five couldn't tell if you were crying or smiling, but he was relieved by the tight way you were holding him. Of course it wasn't the best of statements, he was never good with sentimental shit, but something in the way you looked at him shocked said he said something very right.

“I should propose to you in a better way.” His speech was cut off by a hiccup from the alcohol. “fucking hell…'' his gaze wandered slowly across the room and stopped at the stage, where Ben and Klaus were singing some horrible bullshit ''I already know…'' his drunk mind went back to you again ''I'll sing for you.''

Your laughter overcame the tears, and the automatic question left your mouth. “Why,babe?’’

"Because I want to make a decent proposal, give you something more worth telling people about later."

You were going to say a thousand things, but Five cut you off by the look in your eyes "How am I supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

Five Hargreeves didn't give you a chance to argue, didn't give you a second to recover from a breathtaking statement, and you felt like crying in anger at yourself when he was already away from you, on his way to the stage. You wanted to say that you loved him from the first second, that you worshiped him more than the Greeks worship Zeus. You didn't need a proposal, a big wedding, a official celebration, you always knew you were his wife. And you wanted him to know that too, wanted him to understand that, nothing he wasn't ready to do, you would push him to do. His reserved and sour nature wasn't a problem and you were always completely happy with what you had. Because that meant having Five on your side.

You've never considered yourself a big fan of such public displays of affection, you've always found proposal in open spaces and with people around cheesy, but...but the way Five smiled at you on that stage, microphone in hand and bottle of alcohol in another, it made you question all your tastes in life. That scene was worth it

The truth was, Five would hang the moon in the sky for you, and you'd do anything to keep that love and happiness in his eyes whenever he looked your way.

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kaybreezy3000 · 25 days

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He never stopped trying to get back to them... 😭

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yynumaki · 2 years

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Wrong Memories

Part 1

Five Hargreeves x OC!Female Reader

Warning(s): swearing

A/n:This is the first fic I wrote here on Tumblr and I have no idea how to feel about it 😅 also english isn't my first language

43 babies were born on the 12th hour of October 1st 1989. An eccentric billionaire named Reginald Hargreeves manages to buy and adopt seven of these children and would soon raise them, utilise their powers and call them 'The Umbrella Academy'.

Along side Reginald was his assistant Pogo and his house caretaker named Elizabeth, they were the people who took care of these children throughout their childhood.

Although, little did Reginald know that his trusted caretaker also had a child at the exact same time as the other mothers of his adoptive children.

He ignored this coincidence knowing that he only needs seven children to execute his project. He had let her keep the child in his mansion since he couldn't care less about it and thought that she could be some sort of back up if anything happens.

Elizabeth (or Beth for short) named her daughter Adley, Adley Cooper. But similar to any other story, a tragic incident happened to her mother because of someone she treated like a sister. Vanya Hargreeves.

When Vanya was a young child, she had no control over her abilities which caused Elizabeths death and many other 'Nannies' Reginald has hired, thus Grace was created.

Using Allisons abilities, Reginald made Adley forget that Vanya was the cause of Elizabeth's death in the first place. For he knew what Adley was capable of yet he still ignores her potential.

Because of this, Adley cant help the nightmares that come to her every night, this would frightened her most of the time, but also saddens her. Her eyes would fill up with tears in the memory of her mother.

So to avoid such scenarios, she would simply climb out the window and sit on the roof to gaze at the stars above. Astrology was always her favourite thing to study since her mother always took an interest in the moon and stars.

One night she jumped off the window because another one of those horrible nightmares occurred once more, she was blinking away her tears and she was also having hiccuped breaths, she was sitting with her knees up her chin and her arms wrapped around them. She often wondered if her mother was watching her from above, since she always told her that her ancestors that passed all became their own star up in the sky.

She was deep in thought when a voice suddenly startled her.

“The hell are you doing up there?” came Five's voice in a hush, his eyebrows connected together in confusion and his eyes narrowed at her. Ah yes, Five Hargreeves, the most stubborn human being she could ever think of.

Five and Adley often fought eachother, not physically of course, more on academics mostly. She was just as prideful as Five but in her own way, she often denies it refusing accept that fact, but they also enjoy eachothers company though they would never admit that to one another.

They often had study sessions together once Adley was done with all her chores and when Five was done with training.

This all started when they were barely the age of 8. The Umbrella Academy was advanced in their study and Adley would often join them in their lessons with Pogo.

She went to their living room one day expecting it to be empty since she saw the 'umbrellas' outside playing, she was surprised to see Five there sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and a book in hand.

"What do you want?" Five grumbled, his head turning to face her with an annoyed look.

“I came here to read dimwit" answered Adley, “I didn't think you'd be here”

She went over to the shelves and pulled out her favourite fantasy book called 'Harry Potter'.

“Really?” Five mocked, “Your reading that?” he pointed at her book without removing his hand on the one he was holding.

Adley confidently sat on the sofa above him and opened her book, “Yeah, whats wrong with it?” she asked.

“Its a fantasy book” replied Five, “Why dont you try reading something more useful? Like me.” he showed her what he was reading, the book was filled with numbers and calculations, something a normal 8 year old would almost never understand.

"You have plenty of time to study that with Pogo during your lessons pea for brain" she teased, "But this, is more fun to read" she held up her book and Five subconsciously closed his and sat next to her.

"Well what's it about?" He asked,

"Listen to this-"

From that day forward their relationship grew to something better in a way, they became 'Frenemies' of some sort.

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“Im not asking again Adley, what the hell are you doing up there?” asked Five, he jumed up to join her on the roof while wearing his pajamas. He was supposed to be asleep at that time, but he suddenly woke up feeling his throat dried up.

“Had another nightmare” she whispered.

That night, they both sat in silence when Five put an arm around her in a comforting way. He knew about the awful nights she had, she often spilled it out when they were having a conversation, but he doesn't know what to do when they actually occur, mostly because he never actually saw them happen.

But either way, he gave her comfort that night. In a way that only the both of them knew, in a way that only the both of them felt.

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Five hits his knife on the table.

'This kid' Adley thought as she rolls her eyes while she stood next to grace.

“Number Five?” Reginald asks while enjoying his dinner.

“I have a question.” Five states, his hands joined together while his elbows are on the table.

“Knowledge is an admirable goal” Reg spoke, "But you know the rules, no talking during mealtimes, you are interrupting Herr Carlson”

Adley smirked at Reginald's response, knowing well enough that Five would lose this argument he's starting.

“I want to time travel.” Five declared, his expression is visibly filled with frustration towards his father.

“No” Reginald quickly answered, not even sparing his son a glance.

“But I'm ready” fought Five, “I've been practicing my spacial jumps just like you said”

He then teleported himself next to his father, “See?”

“A spacial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel” his father informed, “One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn” he sipped his wine.

“Well I dont get it” Five murmured loudly.

Adley held on to a laugh when she heard Five's response.

“Hence the reason you're not ready”

Five took a glance at Adley, she silently shook her head no with a smirk on her face. Five talked about asking his father to finally let him travel in time other than just space, in which Adley laughed in his face jokingly. They both knew what kind of father Reginald is, so she informed him that he would never agree to it.

“I'm not afraid.”

“Fear isnt the issue, the effects it might have on your body, even your mind are far too unpredictable” he spoke firmly, "Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore."

With that, Five stormed out of the academy with heavy footsteps.

“Number Five!” Reginald exclaimed, “Adley follow that boy." He ordered

Adley obediently nodded and ran after Five yelling his name.

"Five" she said, "Five!"

They both ran outside the academy, strangers eyes following them as they engaged themselves in another loud argument.

"Can you believe him?!" Five shouted, still marching with anger on the sidewalk, “How could he think that I'm still not ready?! I'm 15 for fucks sake!” he threw his arms up in frustration, his eyes narrowed at everyone on the street.

“Five maybe hes right for all we know okay?” Adley loudly argued, “I mean how much do we really know about time travel?! Let me answer that for you, none!”

“Oh we both know I'm ready Adley” Five huffed through gritted teeth as he moved Adley from his left side to the right to avoid cars and other vehicles, “I've been training my ass for months!”

“Come on” Adley whined as he locked her arms with Five, ”Lets just go back to the academy Five-”

But before she could even finish her sentence, she felt her surroundings spinning and warping with her feet slightly lifting from the ground before coming back down in a split second, she hurled since her head was still spinning but Five kept on walking with a fast pace.

"Not ready my ass" he whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Look around!" He exclaimed with excitement.

Adley lifted her head to see the shops with different items, the sun shining brighter and the people dressed for a different weather- 'Its summer-' she thought to herself.

Seeing her surroundings her grip on Fives arm become tighter.

Five must've jumped further into the future because the summer suddenly become fall, then fall suddenly became winter, and then winter became- fire?___________________

"What the hell?-" Five whispered.

Both of them looked at eachother and nodded, they sprinted back to the academy yelling for Vanya, Ben, Dad or anyone at this point.

"Five-" Adley said with her voice trembling, her eyes wide and her body shaking slightly as she stared at the place where the academy once stood.

Five looked over at Adley, his face full of regret and guilt.

He tried to go back, really tried, but nothing happened. They were stuck there

"Where are we, or- when? Are we?” she uttered, composing herself, trying to think that Five would soon get them out of there.

"The apocalypse." Five whispered

She slightly gasped, fear taking over her body since she just froze there in place.

After a while, the shock decreased slightly, they started to look around for anyone, or even anything to let them know what time they were in. And in doing so, they found a few bodies just outside the academy, and what made it worse was the realization of who these were.

The tattoos were visible on their wrist, and the fact that they were reaching out for eachother brought a tear to both Adley and Fives eyes.

"It can't be-" Five whimpered, his hands reaching down for his siblings lifeless bodies, "It can't." He repeated.

Adley reached out for him, hugging him from behind, her own tears staining his jacket. They both knelt there, both grieving the loss of their family.

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They both walked around for what felt like hours trying to find items that are still usable for them, thankfully some canned items were still delectable and some blankets and clothing were also usable. They've put all these items on a cart they found along with other items, but it seemed that Adley was the only one doing most of the work, Five was too busy reading a book Vanya wrote that they found in what was left of the Academy.

She'd let him to it without complaining though, finding some salvageable items seemed to be distracting her from the current situation they're in.

They both found some clothing suitable for the current environment they were in and decided to change their attire and start walking, trying to find a place suitable to stay for a while.

The further they walked, the more they realized that the world seemed to have ended because of some explosion, everything was on fire and it looked like the buildings were shook by some sort of earthquake.

At night fall they both agreed to set up camp on an open field and stay there for the mean time.

Adley knelt to the ground and grew a circle of thin trees surrounding them like some sort of tent with an opening at the top for the fire they started, and another one which acted like a doorway. She grew thick and soft grass for them to lay in and some fresh berries since it was Fives favourite.

This is what Adley's abilities are, Chlorokinesis.

It is the ability to mentally and/or physically summon, control and manipulate plants and vegetation. The person with the ability can control and manipulate wood, rock soil, roots, fruits, and flowers, even moss found in natural field or habitat.

After a while Five suddenly broke the silence between them all day.

Lifting his head from the book and his writings for the calculation he was doing he spoke, “I'm sorry.”

“What for?” Adley asked, her gaze on the fire infront of them.

“For dragging you here” he answered, his eyes following hers, they both stared into a flames for a few seconds before she spoke again.

“Its not your fault Five” she stated, “I mean how could you possibly know what was waiting for us in the future?” she questioned.

“But still.” Five swallowed hard, he started to tear up once more, his hands gripping the pen he had harshly, his eyes avoiding hers, “I should've listened."

“Five.” Adley firmly said, her body still, but her eyes showed determination, “I want you to tell me that you know that this isn't your fault.”

“But-”

“Five Hargreeves.”

Five gulped, she had never used his full name before, it was always his first or last, and most of the time insulting nicknames.

“This. Isnt. Your. Fault” she said slowly, “Where we are right now might be an apocalypse, but what you did was still remarkable”

Five smiled softly, but Adley could tell it was a forced one.

She knew she should be angry at Five right now, she knew that she could yell at him, insult him and curse him for not listening to his father and herself, but she couldn't, not when he was already blaming himself, not when theres no point in lashing out at him right now, and not when he was looking at her like that. With his eyes brimming with tears.

She knew how Five always acted like he was better than everyone else. But she knew that he only acted that way because he thinks he's not good enough, he thinks that if he doesn't do the very best he'd be considered as a disappointment. He may seem self-centred and stubborn but he's really just a boy. Just a boy.

"You getting soft on me now peanut?” she laughed

“Way to ruin the moment birds nest” Five retorted

"Oh we were having a moment?" Mocked Adley, "In the middle of the apocalypse?-"

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They've been living in the apocalypse for what felt like forever.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.

10 years. They've spent 10 years together in this waste land, hiking every once in a while for the search of usable items and delectables, and a better place to stay along with water sources.

Fives calculation was still incomplete, many many books and notepads were filled with numbers as he squiggles away with his pencil, always focusing on his work. He was focused and determined for one thing and one thing only, and that was to get Adley back home.

At this point he's already lost hope, but in some way, in some almost impossible way, Adley always found a way to encourage him.

He doesn't know if its the endless bickering, the daily playful insults, or just Adley being herself. Everything she does just makes his world spin, his heart beat, and his cheeks flushed.

He'd always felt like this, even back at the academy, when he wakes up with her having his coffee ready for him, her always accompanying him every time he felt lonely, her just being there especially when he needs it.

Sure they may always argue but thats just how the both of them are, two entirely different yet similar people. Its their bond, and in some way, its how they show their love.

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When Five was busy once more taking his time analyzing his current calculations, he noticed a man wearing a suit and sunglasses standing at the other end of their fortress.

He quickly pulled out his gun and looked over the doorway beside him to see if Adley already arrived from her little 'trip' to find anything useful.

"Who the hell are you?" Five yelled.

"Sir" the man spoke, which made Five grip his gun tighter, "I am James Miller, from The Commission, and assistant of The Handler" he kept his arm infront of him, holding them together.

Five was now curious, 'What the hell is 'The Commission' and who the hell is this handler person? And most importantly, what does this guy want and how the hell did he survive the apocalypse looking like this?'

"What do you want."

"We'd like to recruit you and your partner to work with us." He blantly stated.

Wow this guy was getting straight to the point.

"Work with who?" Five asked, "And work with what?-" his guard was suddenly let down a bit, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly, with his gun being lowered slowly.

"We'd like to hire you as professional assasins." James declared, "And get you out of this apocalypse."

"And how the hell are you supposed to do that?" Now Five was visibly getting more frustrated by the second. His aim went directly infront of the man and James reluctantly put his arm up as a gesture of coming in peace.

"Hey Five" said Adley as she walked through the doorway, her eyes glued down to the new trinkets she'd found by wondering around, "I think I found a friend for Dolores back at the-"

James subconsciously pulled out his pistol from his back pocket and pointed it at Adley due to the surprise of her entry.

Instinctively, Five teleported infront of her and was now visibly angry at the man that stood a couple pf feet away from them.

"Put it down." Five quietly said in a threatening way, enough for James to hear. "If you come in peace then why the hell did you just point a gun at Adley?."

James took a second to stare at the two and carefully put his pistol back to his side. He looked at his watch and saw that time was running out.

He sighed as he looked at Adley and Five once more, he knew he had to take atleast one of them back to her since he's only able to carry one person at the time.

His hands glowed with an almost blinding light, Five and Adley's eyes turned white and their limbs softened, making Five drop his gun and his jaw slacked.

"Adley Cooper, age of 25" he started, "Will have no memory of Five Hargreeves nor the apocalypse, or even your life before today."

And with that he let go of Adley, watching as she fainted and fell to the ground with a soft thud, he then turned to Five.

"Five Hargreeves, age of 25" James spoke, "Will be able to keep your memories, but Adley Cooper shall be replaced with-" he looked around their so called 'fortress' and saw mannequin on the corner of it, "With that mannequin, the name Adley would also be replaced with 'Dolores' on your mind and memories"

As he closed his hands Five gasp for air and fell with another thud. And with that picked up his briefcase and knelt next to Adley, holding her arms and bringing her to the commission.

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