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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 5 months

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Feel Your Insides

Summary: Ben tries so hard to control himself, but it's so hard when you let him in Pairings: Yandere! Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves x Fem! Reader Tw: Light Dubious Consent, NSFW, Alcohol, Mean! Jayme, Mentioned! Tentacle stuff, Flirty Ben

He needed to get out of the house. He didn't care where he went, he just needed to get away. So, why was he standing outside of a familiar girl's apartment as she struggled with getting the door open. It all started a few weeks ago-

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He wanted to drink, so he went to a local pub and that's when he saw her. She was sitting by herself with a few glasses on the table infront of her. Maybe it was the drinks, but Ben was thinking she was looking awful pretty with the pink, blue, and yellow lights shinning on her face.

He was about to approach her, but then he realized that he was a fairly big dude and she's a smaller girl by herself and him approaching her would be totally creepy. Though, that thought quickly disappears when the alcohol hits. He orders a Martina before heading towards you.

He puts the Martina on the table, scooting it towards you, causing you to look up at him. You were nervous, obviously. You recognized him as one of those superhero academy kids- Well, they weren't kids, but you know... Was it Umbrella Academy; No, it was Sparrow. Why would it be Umbrella. The thought made you laugh, 'Umbrella. How stupid of a name that would be for an academy.'

"Hey," He awkwardly waved and you repeated the action. He sat next to you and watched all the club goers. It was a nice silence, between you two, something Ben wasn't used too.

It was awkward on your part, but you didn't want to get up and leave, because that would be rude. You also didn't want to tell him to move, because you didn't own the couch and he could sit wherever he wanted.

"Nice weather, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at small talk. He must have been just as nervous as you. You looked over at him, "Yeah. I guess if you like the pouring rain."

He awkwardly rubs his neck, "Do you like the rain?"

"Yeah. When I don't have to drive."

He scoots closer to you and you copy. He picks up the Martina, handing it to you, "Want a drink?"

"Usually, I wouldn't take drinks from random strangers, but you seem trustable." You take the drink from his hand and down it like a shot. You shake your head from the sting, before looking at him, "You're part of that Sparrow Academy, right?"

"What gave it away?"

You look him up and down. "You guys are just... Different. You know?"

He groans, slouching before rubbing his face, "Yeah... I do."

"You have the tentacles right? What's that like?"

He smiles, shaking his head, "Well-"

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"And it's like I'm the only one taking it seriously," Ben complains as you both continue to walk. He holds the umbrella for you both, but he was losing his temper.

"Have you tried talking to them about it? I mean you guys are like family right? You should talk about how you feel." You try suggesting, tilting your head.

He looks over at you, his eyes softening. You had no idea how cute you were, did you? It was sweet to him that you thought they could just 'talk'. "Sometimes it feels like we're strangers living in the same house."

You frown, as you turn into your apartment complex. He follows close behind and you think about what you're going to say next.

"That's sad. No one should have to face the world alone."

"You're alone." It comes out and Ben's eyes widened when it left his mouth. He felt bad and assumed you'd get mad, but you just giggled.

"Actually, I moved out here for school. My parents live in my hometown, but I get your point. Two alone people finding each other; Maybe we can be alone together."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being alone?"

"Yeah, that's the best part. You're no longer alone."

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Ben wanted to kill everyone in the house. Why did they always get on his nerves? He wanted to just punch a wall, repeatedly. He knew he shouldn't have, but he went to the pub- The one he met you at. There was a tiny little voice in his head, hoping he'd see you again, even if he tried to deny it. Luck must have been on his side, because you were at the same table.

"Hey."

You looked over to see the male from before. You smiled seeing his familiar face, "Hi, Ben right?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Yeah," You push some hair back, watching the dancers and the parties.

Ben looked down at his beer, before looking over at you. You looked good- Like really good. Maybe it was the alcohol, but god he wanted to feel your skin under his.

"I never took you for a beer guy."

You snapped him out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

You gesture towards his Bud Light. "Beer. You look more like a Rum guy. Hell, I thought you'd drink Vodka or Whiskey before beer."

"Well, you don't seem like a party club girl."

You laugh, running a hand through your hair, "I'm not. I was actually hoping to see you again." You look over at him, blushing.

Ben kept a straight face, but inside he was freaking out. Did you want to sleep with him too? God, you had such a pretty face. He scooted closer to you and your eyes widened. You watched as he slowly leaned towards you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and usually, that would bother you, but when his lips touched yours, you couldn't even think.

You could feel his hands groping and feeling your skin. His lips were on your neck, sucking and licking you. You moaned, tangling your fingers into his hair.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, giving him access to rub his crotch onto yours. You moaned loudly into his neck. You could hear his heavy groans and huffs in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.

You were thrown onto a bed and you giggled as he practically jumped on you. He kissed your skin as his fingers go to unbutton your blouse. You fiddle with his shirt as he pulls your blouse off. He gets off of you and throws his shirt across his room. He pulls down your pants, nearly creaming when seeing you in some cute, lacy, red underwear.

Where you expecting this? A guy fucking you? Maybe not him specifically, but where you hoping to get laid? You probably were. He kisses your pussy between your panties, his breath causing a shiver to run up your spine. He could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy and he had to stop himself from creaming right there.

He pulled your panties aside and lightly kissed your pussy. As he pulled his lips back, he sucked on you. His hands squished your thighs and you were sure his fingernails were going to leave marks. You groaned as he worked his tongue inside of you, feeling your gummy walls.

Your hands find their way into his hair and you pull him closer to you. You hear him groan against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into him. You could feel his nose brushing your clit, creating more pleasure to consume your body. You had never wanted a man inside you more in your life.

It was strange since you hadn't known this man very long. Yet here you were, on his bed in his room in his house. Usually, these things would intimate you, but this felt natural. You liked this.

You liked the way his mouth sucked on your skin. You liked the way his fingers felt hot against your thighs. You liked the way his breath felt on your vagina. You liked the way his nose rubbed your clit.

He pulls your waist up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He was ontop of you, his biceps squeezing you tightly. You could feel his abs pressed deeply against your stomach, and his chest pressed against your breast. You could feel his hard dick pressed against your crotch as he rubbed it against you.

You moaned loudly because of the stimulation, covering his own groans. You could feel his smirk against your neck, but you were to cock drunk to say something. He shimmed off his boxers, before grabbing his cock and leading it towards your pussy.

He pushes the tip against you, before slowly pushing it inside. He was girth and thick, his veins perturbing the sides, so he knew he had to be easy with you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, before scratching his back. He moaned in slight pain, before bottoming out inside of you.

He pulled out, before thrusting back in causing the headboard to Thump! against the wall. Usually, he'd care about the noise and waking one of the others, but now he didn't give a shit. Infact, he hoped they all heard him fucking you, because the power boost he'd get with everyone knowing he was having sex really gets him going. Though, he didn't need to thump the bed to get some noise, because you were moaning like you were being fucked by Zeus himself.

God, Ben felt good. Your eyes were rolled back, your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted to let the moans escape. Seeing you on cloud nine nearly made him cum, so he pushed his head into your neck, as to not lose himself too soon.

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You groaned, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the curtains. You stretched out your arms, before feeling another body- a very strong, athletic body- underneath your hands. You looked over to see Ben and you felt your face erupt in a heavy heat. Had he always been so muscular? You quickly sat up, and your blush deepened when you realized you were naked. You lifted up the sheets and much to your surprise [Not really], he was also naked.

You quickly got up, picking up your clothes and getting dressed. You looked around the room to see you were not in YOUR room. You groaned, trying not to trip over yourself as you slowly opened the door. You looked back at him when hearing it creak to see he was still knocked out. He must have been black out drunk, he had drunken a lot last night, since he didn't move an inch.

You lightly shut the door behind you as you sighed in relief.

"So, you're Ben's loud moaner."

You blushed, before turning towards a lean girl with black hair. She didn't look all to nice, in fact she looked very annoyed. She looked you up and down before walking past you.

"Sorry," You lightly whispered as she passed you.

She just rolled her eyes and the guilt in your stomach festered and you realized you had to get out. You went down the hallway only to curse when a door opens and you quickly hide behind it. It was a girl with curly brunette hair. She must not have realized you were there, because she quickly walked past you.

You rushed down a flight of stairs, before finally seeing your exit. As you go to open the door, a man opens it. He is surprised to see you and you want to die on the spot. Before he can ask you questions, you push past him and exit the house; Hoping to never see them again.

Marcus watched as you left, rather confused. He wanted to question what the hell was going on, but then he realized that you were probably taking a 'Walk of Shame' and he was not about to humiliate you more than necessary.

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Ben awoke with his head banging like someone was playing the drums inside his skull. He felt around his bed, disappointed when he realised it was empty. He groaned, sitting up, and rubbing his head. He pulled off the blankets and cracked his back, before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

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Ben shook his head, shaking himself of the past. You were together again, and this time he was at your house instead of his. It felt more... personal. He felt a warm bubbling feeling knowing you trusted him enough to let him into your home, but you were also drunk. Not drunk enough where you weren't coherent, but you were a little wobbly.

"Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting company."

He didn't think it was mess. It was lived in, something he didn't know much about. It was comfy and he wanted to immerse himself into your home. Yes, that's what it was, a home.

"It's nice. I like it."

You shrug, throwing your bag, "It's not much, but it's home."

"Yeah..." He follows behind you as you lead him to your room. It felt way to personal to see this space. Your room was just like you, calm and comfy. He sat on your bed, fiddling with the blankets.

"This may be a weird question," You remove your blouse, pulling it over your head, before turning to him. He had already seen you naked, so you didn't mind to much. Besides- he's pretty easy on the eyes.

He looked at you expectedly and your face turned a nice pink. You were starting to wonder if she should even be asking this question. You looked away from him, deciding to focus on a book.

"The tentacles thing, you know, have you ever...?"

You hear him laugh and you felt embarrassed. You were starting to feel stupid, until you heard him respond.

"What? Used my tentacles during sex? No. Do you want to be the first?"

You were taken aback. When did he get so flirty? He was watching you, waiting and you didn't know what to say. You go to your dresser pulling out a shirt, disappointing Ben. He was hoping the conversation would lead to the same situation as before.

"So, no tentacle sex?"

Your face was hot, you were sure you were running a fever, as you quickly turned towards him, "What? No-" You shake your head, "No way."

Ben frowned. "No way?"

You began to stutter over your words when you realize how they sounded. "I didn't mean it- You're great- Like all aspects of you, even in bed. I just meant like that would be weird right? It'd be like fucking a squid- Wouldn't it-"

"I don't know, I've never fucked a squid." He's very matter of fact and straight to the point.

"Right. I just meant- Well, I mean, you know..." You looked around your room trying to find a way out when you saw a book peaking from under your bed. You quickly grabbed it and showed it to Ben. You sit on the bed and he scoots towards you. "I remember when I first got this comic book on you and your siblings. I didn't believe you guys were real. You remember how I told you how I moved out here for school?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that wasn't entirely true. I mean it was, but I was hoping I'd run into you guys. You know, see you in action in real time."

"Oh, you saw me in action."

You blushed, rubbing your face, "Yeah... Yeah I did, huh? I thought you guys were so cool."

"So what you plan on sleeping with us all?" He asked, a little upset.

"No?" You said, a little confused. You didn't know where he got that idea from, but you hoped to shut it down. "I'm not really good with my words."

"Who is?" He lays on your bed, messing with his hair, "Sorry. About what I just said. I don't know why I said that."

"It's fine, Ben."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I really like you."

"I really like you, too."

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c0ffee-stain · 2 years

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Whispers

Five Hargreeves x f!reader

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

Not proofread so let me know if there's anything wrong with the chapter.

Warning: Contains: Alcohol, blood (if you squint)

Space boy and the Kraken

The second my eyes had landed on the large bottle of liquor rolling to my side, I immediately felt my body itch for the burning but pleasuring liquid to grace the dryness of my mouth.

Feeling my hopes lift as more time passed without anyone else claiming the drink, I began to reach for it, only for someone to leap towards the bottle that turned out to not be fully closed, and snatch it back, spilling the substance all over the book in hand.

I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brows, eager to see the idiot who had ruined the little moment of peace I was able to steal for myself. But I didn't expect to see that idiot.

The Hargreeves was laying on his stomach, his face planted into the floor beside my feet with no sign he was awake.

Praying to whatever higher being there may be looking out for me, I begged for the boy to be knocked out from the collision and to leave me in peace.

Well, just as I thought. There either is no God or they simply love to watch me suffer as repentance for my sins. Or maybe it's the Devil deciding to play a few 'amusing' tricks. Five's head shot up and immediately began to pester me with questions and demands I couldn't stand to hear.

However, it seemed to be that the Devil was on my side even if it were for a moment, as the boy beside me shut his mouth and held the bottle to my lips, ushering me to drink as I was too annoying sober.

And so, I did. We drank as if it were the only real thing in this twisted world we were forced to call home. We drank as much as our teenage bodies could endure- No, more, not caring for the definite throbbing headaches and spells of nausea that were guaranteed to come after a deep alcohol-ridden sleep.

How did it come to this? I found myself ask over and over again as I caught myself laughing drunkenly at whatever bullshit Five had said.

How did it come to the two of us sharing a large bottle of liquor and speaking freely, more like insulting the other, as if we had been friends for years and not ruthless enemies with burning desires to destroy the other. Had these desires burnt so fiercely that the thoughts of malice were now in ashes? Or were we allowing ourselves to be vulnerable for a moment? Missing the not so familiar feelings of freedom and lack of burdens.

No matter the reason. Because in the end it was all due to the strong drunken influence our minds were under, which would soon fade and allow us to return to our normal hostile states.

A part of me wished to get back to our routines of hatred and malice, spewing comments that were specifically targeted at each other’s flaws and insecurities. But then again, this feeling, being able to let go and relax felt… nice? The last time I felt this way was when I was with Jasper.

Sooner than later, I found myself leaning the side of my head against a hard (but soft?) surface, feeling my eyelids slowly get heavier, only for a constant tickling on my forehead and nose preventing me from giving into the unconscious state I longed to be in.

The tickling from the mystery material did not cease, bringing me to the verge of sneezing. Making me jump, a vibration shot through my skull, followed by a horrendously phlegmy snore.

That’s when a thought crossed my mind, alerting my whole body and screaming at me to get away while I still could. But I felt warm and oddly comfortable- especially after filling myself to the brim with liquor- and felt fatigue wash over my limbs, holding me down from trying to move any further.

However, my curiosity got the best of me. I tiredly tilted my head back and looked up to see dark chestnut brown hair obstructing half of my vision and a slightly pale face tilted to the side towards me, leaning against a glass partition behind us.

So if it’s Five's hair brushing against my face and his snore echoing loudly above me, then...

My brain short-circuited as I began to understand the gravity of the situation. I was leaning my head on Five's shoulder. Peacefully. Willingly. The realisation brought bile to my mouth.

I tried to move away, ignoring the ache in my limbs and throb in my shoulder, setting my sites on an equally as comfortable- maybe more- corner on the other side of the library.

Despite the plan clear in my mind, any thoughts of escaping were quickly cut short as a sudden weight hit the top of my head, slamming my temple back onto his shoulder. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, hugging me closer.

"Five!" I whisper shouted against his ear. No response except from a deafening snore.

"Five, let the fuck go." Nothing.

Although on the verge of sleep myself, I forced my heavy eyelids open and attempted to push the boy away with the very little strength I had left.

I sighed. I was stuck.

And even worse, I slowly felt my eyes close forcing me into the darkness and into a drunken sleep.

Luther and Diego Hargreeves.

Number 1 and Number 2.

Space boy and the Kraken.

What amazingly ridiculous names.

The brothers, who never got along no matter the severity of the situation, hurriedly searched for their brother and forced themselves not to utter a word between the two in hopes of finding him quicker.

But neither of the could deny the anxiousness creeping at the back of their minds, slowly coming to light. Neither of them could help wonder what to do to the young girl with him, and the danger she had put him in.

They were both definite that the strange girl with their brother was the cause for the end of the world, the attack at the mansion and ultimately, the death of their dear robot mother.

Maybe that’s why they’re considered the dumbest of the Hargreeves siblings.

The pair walked into a library, receiving odd stares from multiple civilians before walking up a flight of stairs and onto the second floor, overlooking the grand library.

In a matter of seconds, the Hargreeves brothers gave into one of their guaranteed arguments.

“We’re orphans again, dude.” Diego muttered loud enough for the man beside him to hear. “All because of her and those fucked up assassins.”

“And things are never gonna go back to the way…” A fit of giggles sounded nearby. “It used to… be.” Diego squinted and looked ahead to see a group of woman laughing and giggling, “Where are their parents?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Luther sassed, giving his brother an annoyed stare.

Diego brushed past him and walked towards the commotion, an idea clear in his mind on what the crowd may be laughing at. Well, more like who.

“I’m gonna call security.”

Diego rushed towards the source of the sounds, and stopped in place with his eyes wide but amused and jaw agape as he saw the scene in front of him.

There was his brother, Five, tightly holding onto the so-called villain of the story, both of them blackout drunk with a large empty bottle to their side.

The wall around them was plastered with physics equations, and curses that were directed at the other, and a heavy stench of liquor surrounding both of their teenage bodies.

“Are they, um…?” Luther trailed off as his brain adjusted to the situation his eyes were glued on.

“Drunk as skunks.” Diego finished, trying to hold in a smirk but failing.

“Isn’t she…”

“The enemy?” Diego’s lips twisted into a sneer. “It seems that Five thinks otherwise.”

"We can't go back to the house. It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment."

"My place is closer. No one will look for them there."

"Them?" Luther questioned, disgust evident in his tone. He looked down to his brother who was resting in his arms. The drunk boy released a burp. Luther sighed, terrified at what else that could come spewing out of his brothers mouth (apart from insults). "If you vomit on me..."

Diego glanced at the man. He ran his fingers through his hair, beads of sweat now on the pads of his fingers. He gave his brother a glare he very well deserved. "What? You want to leave a drunk teenage girl out on the streets in the night?"

"No, I just-" He sighed, trying to craft a sentence in his mind that would receive the least amount of scolding. Alas, he came out empty handed. "What do you suggest we do, huh? She's the enemy."

Diego licked his lips and sighed. He looked back at the me, who he was dragging by the sleeve of the stolen coat he had forced me into. All I was still wearing was Allison's old uniform, excluding the blazer and fleece jumper, that was covered with burns and splatters of blood. I was stumbling down the street, half-asleep and fully under the influence, only for my eyes to shoot open and for me to start laughing.

"Hey, hey! Do you know what I just realised?"

Five shot his head up, his eyes fluttering open and voice sounding lazily. "But, do you know what I just realised?" Five responded, the two of us making intense eye contact, imitating a couple of kids attempting to read the others mind.

I swayed, almost tripping over my feet. Diego finally gave in to the whispers in his mind telling him to help, and threw my arm around his shoulder, assisting me.

"Okay, okay." I slurred. I held up 3 fingers. The young Hargreeves watched eagrely, adjusting himself in his brothers arms.

"In 3, 2, 1--"

"We're going through puberty, twice!" We both chanted at once, our voices echoing loudly down the alleyway Diego was leading us down.

A long silence spanned between the four, both from astonishment and pure child like glee. Five and I burst into a drunken fit of laughter, a sound that unnerved the other two males. They had never heard his brother laugh and here he was, laughing freely with the enemy.

"I drank that whole bottle, didn't I?" Five asked, staring up into the sky.

I let out a snort. "Yeah, you did- Ow!" I hissed. I span my head around, my eyes meeting Five's. He had slapped the back of my head. "What was that for?"

"Yeah, you're definitely sober otherwise you wouldn't be holding onto Diego as if your life depended on it." He sneered before proceeding with a sigh.

"Well, that's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye. Poof..." He waved his hand. "it's gone."

After another silence, our footsteps being the only sound echoing in the night, Five asked his brothers, "What were you guys talking about?"

The knife obsessed brother glanced towards me, watching as my eyelids were threatening to drop, and said. "Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night. They came looking for you," Diego then gave me a hard stare which I gladly returned. "And you."

"So I need you both to focus. What do they want?"

I scrunched my brows. "To fuckin' kill us."

"Hazel and Cha-Cha." The boy murmured.

"Who?"

"The best of the best." I responded before adding, "Except me, of course." I muttered the last part, not bearing to hear Five jump to a debate that he'd lose. Best to save my voice for something important.

"The best of what?"

"Y'know, Delores always said she hated when I drink. She said it made me cranky and annoying, reminding her of an old man."

"She's not wrong--" I was cut off from Diego abruptly stopping in his tracks and snapped,

"Hey!"

"Hm, yeah?"

"I need you to focus." He pointed his free index finger at his brother. "What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha do?"

Expecting his brother to give him a response to try ease the guilt and anger bubbling under his skin, he watched his brothers lips tug upwards and curve into a devious grin. He was mocking him.

Diego was being mocked by his drunk 16 year-old looking brother. But should he burst into flames and let the rage take over. No.

He bit back a wave of curses in Spanish and tapped into his 'big brother' side instead.

"We just wanna protect you."

"Protect me." Five repeated, the words sounding foreign on his tongue. "I don't need your protection, Diego." He then said, giving into the liquor in his system. "Do you have any idea how many people I've killed?"

He scoffed after receiving nothing but silence. "I'm the fourth frickin' Horsemen and y/n..." The three Hargreeves turned their heads to me, only to find me sleeping peacefully, my head hanging low.

“And she’s asleep. Oh well. You’ll probably find out about her soon enough.” Five kissed his teeth. “The apocalypse is coming.” And with that, he vomited all over his brother.

“Y/N!”

“JAS—”

“YOU CAN’T LET THEM—!”

“You’re really leaving him behind, bloodhound?”

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Me eyes shot open, escaping the clutches of voices and images rushing through my mind. I could feel my breathing was frantic but luckily silent, the only relief being that nobody else had the chance of hearing something so vulnerable.

So weak.

I bit down onto my lip and tried to ease my breathing, tried to shut myself up and move on. I forced myself to think of the future and plan my way to victory. A victory that once seemed just out of reach, had now vanished into nothing but a pitiful excuse of a dream. Nevertheless, I had to plan. Otherwise—

SMACK

A hand slammed against my face, my nose getting squashed under the sudden pressure.

“Who’s hand…?” I trailed off, deep down knowing very well whose it was.

I slowly turned my head to the body laying next to me. I sighed deeply seeing a familiar face resting peacefully beside me. The boy was laying in his stomach, face squished against the pillow and turned towards my side. Drool dribbled out of his open mouth and onto the pillow under him.

The memories of last night were blurry, consisting of drinking and drinking and drinking, then getting dragged like a dog on a leash by another Hargreeves? If that’s the case, then that means…

I snapped upright, immediately regretting my decision as a wave of dizziness hit me like a hammer to the head, along with a headaches that felt the same way.

I groaned, rubbing my temples and getting out of the bed, looking around my unfamiliar surroundings. I clenched my jaw and grabbed a dagger that sat idly on a nightstand.

I had to escape. I was wasting precious time doing nothing but laying around, hungover. Before I could progress any further with my thoughts, sudden turns of the handle on the other side of the door caught my attention. I laid my back flat against the wall beside the door, knife tightly in hand ready to strike. I was getting out of here one way or another.

The door opened, revealing Luther.

Now.

I span the knife between my fingers, stretching my arm back. As I was about to throw the dagger towards the man, a flash of blue blocked me from doing so. Everything was a blur. A hand gripped my wrist, taking the weapon and spinning me round so my front was pushed against the wall, a bruise blossoming on my cheek from the harsh impact.

"I can tell your enjoying yourself." I spat, the words muffled as the side of my face was forced against the wall.

"You have no idea." The boy responded, the sneer shining through his words. He didn't bother facing his brother and said, "You're lucky she's hungover. Otherwise you'd be bleeding out on the floor."

Luther's face paled slightly and slowly shook his head. He cleared his throat, "I would've handled it fine myself."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Five sighed, subconsciously applying more force against my arms that he had pinned against my back.

I clenched my jaw from the shooting pain in my shoulder, biting back a pained groan and any indications that were fighting to be displayed on my face showing I was in pain. But the vein bulging against the flesh of my neck proved otherwise.

And it seemed Five noticed this. He pressed harshly once more, stretching my injured arm to the side and watched with a sadistic half-smirk as my monotonous expression slowly unravelled.

I could feel the thread that held the torn flesh of my shoulder together slowly rip apart, producing an agonising pain. Finally, Five released his grip and let my limbs go, allowing me to secretly release a sigh of relief. I sucked in a quick breath between my teeth as I gently tapped the wound, specks of blood painting themselves on the white shirt, as if it could get ruined even further.

I scowled at the boy then shot a glare at his brother.

Five paid no mind and sat on the unmade bed, Luther opposite him and watching me like a hawk.

"What." I demanded, annoyance creeping in my voice.

"Oh, nothing. Just making sure you don't kill me or anything."

I kissed my teeth and narrowed my eyes. Before I could respond, Five interrupted.

"Enough." His voice was sharp, instantly gaining our attentions. "Sit." Five signalled to the spot beside him. "We've got a lot to talk about."

Filling Luther in with everything that had happened and was going to happed- well, not everything- was more draining than I would've thought.

"When's it supposed to happen? This... apocalypse."

"I can't give you the exact hour, but from what I could gather we have 4 days left."

4 more days until I get what I deserve.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Luther asked, stress evident in his tone.

"It wouldn't have mattered."

"Of course it would." He interjected. "We could've banded together and helped stop this thing."

"For the record, you already tried."

"What do you mean?"

Five paused an swallowed thickly, trying to stop himself from going back to his own personal hell. "I found all of you. Your bodies."

"We die?"

He paused once more. "Horribly."

A tense silence hung over the three of us, waiting for someone to break through.

"You were together, trying to stop whoever it was that ends the world."

Luther looked at him brother, his forehead creased as his body felt all too tense. "Wait, how do you know that?"

Five reached for his pocket, a trail of tissue wrapped around the precious eyeball of his.

"This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you." He threw the object to his brother, deja vu hitting him as he watched Luther's fingers close around it, spectating the eye carefully. "Must've ripped it out of their head right before you went down."

"Whose head?"

"Like I said, I don't know."

"Well there's a serial number on the back. Think maybe you could try--"

"No, that's a dead end." Five chuckled bitterly. "It's just another hunk of glass."

Luther handed the eye back and shot me stern stare. He then looked at Five and asked, "What makes you believe she wasn't the one to start this all in the first place?"

"What?" I said, astonished at the Hargreeves stupidity. "What on earth makes you think I could create an entire, world-ending apocalypse?"

"Ever since you've showed up--"

"Luther. Don't be an idiot." Five scoffed. "Y/n is here to help me prevent the apocalypse. Not the other way round."

False.

"Oh, yeah?" Luther leaned in, attempting to be menacing. He pointed a finger towards me. "And what makes you believe that? She tried to kill me."

"We've all had the urge." Five muttered. He then released a sigh, the corners of his lips turning downwards. "Because she doesn't have a choice. We've made a deal which have both of our interests in considerations. She helps me with the apocalypse, and she'll get what she wants in return."

Also false.

Luther wasn't wholeheartedly convinced however. "No," He began. "I want to hear it from you."

"From me?" I repeated.

Luther held my gaze, the suspicion in his eyes not wavering once. Well, if I was going to carry on reporting for The Handler, I couldn't raise any questions I couldn't answer.

"Your brother's telling the truth. It's both in our best interests to keep the Earth spinning without an apocalypse to wipe out every living thing. And besides," I leaned in, mimicking the mans action. "Tell me how being dead is going to benefit me in any way whatsoever. I'm just as screwed as you are, Number one."

I held his stare, challenging him with my own until Luther finally looked away and sighed.

"Fine. I believe you... for now."

I stopped myself from breaking out into a wide grin and exclaiming how it was all a lie and that I had fooled them both. But I'm not stupid. Five gave his brother a look that simultaneously screamed, 'I told you so' and 'Don't ever question my decisions again' to which Luther gave his brother a mild glare.

Luther opened his mouth to speak, only for the sound of the door being kicked open and the rapid stomps of Diego to stop him from doing so.

"Piece of shit." Luther got up to the sight of his brother. Diego's eyes landed on Five and I. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" His voice was escalating to a yell as he approached us, looking ready to start a fight with no intent of stopping.

Luther quickly wrapped his arms around him, and lifted him up. "No, let me-- Get your ape hands off of me!"

"I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down." Diego's bore his teeth and let out a deep breath. He grunted, "Fine."

Diego's feet hit the floor.

"Now, wanna tell us what you're taking about?"

"Our brother's been pretty busy since he got back with his little friend. They were in the middle of the shootout at Griddey's, and then at Gimble Brothers, after the guys in masks attacked the Academy looking for them!" Diego barked, pointing his index finger from Five to me.

"None of which is any of your concern."

"It is now." Diego panted. "They just killed me friend." His bottom lip trembled as he mentioned his dead friend.

Luther turned around and gave in to his curiosity. "Who are they, Five?"

Five gave me a look to which I just shrugged.

"They work for our former employer. A woman called The Handler. She sent them to stop us. Then soon as Diego's friend got in their way, well, fair game."

Diego looked at his brother, the sorrow the man had tried to burry deep, spilling into his expression. "And now they're my fair game. And I'm gonna see to it they pay."

I rolled my eyes at his bold statement.

"That would be a mistake Diego." Five voiced my thoughts as we watched his brother approach the exit. "They've killed people far more dangerous than you."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." The door slammed after him, the sound bouncing off of the exposed brick walls.

"Former employer?" Luther echoed. "The Handler?"

A shiver ran down my spine hearing her name roll off so easily from his tongue, no idea of how hard it is to utter those 2 words, and having to see the woman to which they belonged to.

The Handler.

Short platinum hair, blue eyes, and a desire to turn some of mankind's greatest blessings into total nightmares.

This took so long to write. I kept writing and re-writing over and over and over again cause I felt like something wasn't right with the chapter or whatever.

Especially with school starting this took longer to release then I had thought. :/

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed it, and next chapter is going to be about Five and y/n's commission days...

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