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wireddless · 3 years

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Ever Yours (Vanya H. x Reader

A/N: (recent update: this was written before elliot came out,) this was kind of a cope fic after discovering my sister has cancer, It’s really sad I’m sorry :(

Warnings: Cancer, death, it’s really sad :/

Word count: 2738

My beloved Vanya,

That was corny, I’m sorry, I don’t really know how to start this.

Vanya half expected it. Every time she fell in love she would lose them, or never have them in the first place. So when (Y/n) was diagnosed with Stage III Sarcoma, located mainly in her left arm, she couldn’t cry. Of course she was hurt and scared, but she was used to it by now.

After dating for 3 months, saying I love you, nearly being murdered twice, and dating for another year and a half, she almost let her guard down. But when Dr. Wilson spoke, she became cold and hard again.

“. . .we don’t know how long you have left, but we can assume within the next 3 years. There is a procedure to remove the main tumor, but it’s extremely pricey, and can be considered dangerous, and if it’s not done soon, it could mutate to stage four.”

When Dr. Wilson diagnosed me with Stage III Sarcoma, I already knew I didn’t have long. Whether it was three years, three months, or three weeks, I knew it’d be soon.

“I…I’m ok with a surgery, if I can afford it, but what other treatment plans are there?” The woman next to Vanya spoke.

“Radiation and Chemotherapy are both options, but radiation will be easier on your body given the circumstances.” The doctor wrote something down on a paper.

“We’ll do Radiation then.” Vanya spoke up. She couldn’t stand to see her like this, pale, gaunt, dark circles decorating under her eyes like fallout from dark eyeshadow. “And my family can pay for the surgery.” She looked over and gently took (Y/n)’s hand, who was giving her a somewhat angry look.

…

“I can make my own decisions about my body, you know.” (Y/n) spoke first after leaving the doctor’s office room. Muted thumps were heard as they took the stairs to the first floor.

When you said we’d do radiation therapy, I knew you were trying to do what was best for me. I knew you were just as scared as I was. And I reacted in anger, and I’m sorry for that.

“I was just trying to make it easier, I don’t want you to get sicker.” Vanya tried reasoning with her.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to decide!” They walked out of the building. “What if I don’t want to try radiation therapy?” She stopped as they walked towards Vanya’s car, leaving Vanya to stop two or three steps later.

“I’m sorry, okay? Can we just get in the car?” Vanya stared at her, stressed out and fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket.

“Fine, fine!” (Y/n) stomped to the passenger door and slammed it shut as she got in, leaving Vanya to get in the driver’s seat a moment later.

The ride back to Vanya’s apartment was mostly silent. (Y/n) didn’t even attempt to speak, because she knew she’d only get more upset. If not for Vanya trying to speak for her, then for herself. It was really just now hitting her, and Vanya could see it.

When it finally hit me, that I was going to die sooner rather than later, I was scared, realizing I’d be leaving you. When I realized that you’d feel the way you did when everyone else left, it broke me.

From the way she squeezed her handbag, to the tapping of her foot, to the tears in her eyes. The shock was just now hitting her. As Vanya pulled into her parking space, getting ready to get out, a sob left (Y/n)’s throat. Vanya dropped her keys and immediately slid over the center console.

Her hands found their way around (Y/n), letting her head rest on her shoulder. Sobs wracked her body, and Vanya felt her arms wrap around her. Vanya brought one of her hands up to her woman’s hair, petting it gently, trying to find some way to calm her down.

Of course, she knew that (Y/n) needed to cry, she was terrified. Vanya knew she wouldn’t understand the type of fear, but she could get the extent of it. She placed a kiss on the side of her head, leaving her face there to enjoy the smell of her hair.

If it weren’t for you, I’d probably have died a lot sooner, succumbing to my depression when I lost mom. But you were there for me and for that I’m so thankful. From the comforting words you’d give me, to the way you’d let me listen to you play the violin to help me sleep,

“Hey, why don’t we go inside, so we can make this more comfortable.” The crying woman on Vanya nodded in response, leaving Vanya to reach into the driver's seat to grab her keys and bag, and then to lean back over to open the door. The two women slipped out of the car, one under the other's arm, and walked into the building.

After a flight of stairs and a couple yards of walking, they found their way into Vanya’s apartment. The moment the door shut behind them, (Y/n) collapsed to the floor in Vanya’s arms, sobbing profusely. Her body curled up in Vanya’s lap, gripping her the way a child would be if they were about to be ripped from their mother.

Vanya didn’t know what to say, but she knew she was crying when she felt salty droplets slide down her face. She knew she was crying when she felt her own body shake, coming to the realization that the chances of coming back from this were low. She knew she was crying when she felt the snot and tears and sweat fall into (Y/n)’s hair, just like (Y/n)’s wet hers.

You always knew how to comfort me. You would always hold my hand, and rub little circles with your thumb, or you’d hold me and let me wet your shoulder down with snot. You were perfect, and you still are.

Vanya felt (Y/n)’s hands unwrap from her, and cup her face. “Don’t cry over me.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. She placed thought out kisses all over Vanya’s face, making Vanya laugh as well. “You’re so perfect.”

…

It was the day of the surgery, and (Y/n) was beyond excited. Of course Vanya was terrified, but she put on a brave face for her. (Y/n) was in a wheelchair, doped up on the meds she was given to take every day a week prior to surgery.

They were supposed to help with nerves and to make the anesthesia kick in easier, considering she could wake up during the surgery. Vanya didn’t mind pushing the wheelchair for her, hell, if Vanya could stay in the room during the procedure she would. But she understood how tedious it was.

They were informed by Dr. Wilson himself that they would have to amputate her arm, and (Y/n) seemed ok with that, while Vanya was still uneasy. Vanya was uneasy about the whole process, while her girlfriend seemed to be taking it extraordinary well.

Cancer didn’t really seem to be what it was portrayed in the media. It was scary yes, but it wasn’t a whole pity party. Life continued on as normal, except for the fact that (Y/n) had stage iii cancer and she had grown far weaker than what she actually was.

Vanya sat next to her in the waiting room, holding her hand, listening to her quietly giggle at trivial things. Vanya was beyond thankful for the television on the wall in the corner of the room, keeping them both occupied. Some sort of cooking show was playing, and this southern red-headed woman was teaching her viewers how to make French toast, but with croissants.

As the lady on the T.V. was dusting her work with powdered sugar, a doctor walked in.

“(Y/n)?” She looked up from her clipboard with a kind smile. Vanya stood and helped push her over to the doctor. “Hi, my name is Doctor Geru, I’ll be her standard surgeon.” She took (Y/n)’s hand, and then Vanya’s. “The process should take around three hours. We’ll take her from here dear, she’s in good hands.”

Vanya nodded and thanked the doctor. Instead of staying there, she drove to the academy. Five’s shock upon seeing her couldn’t be matched. He had expected her to come visit sometime soon, because he had been on the phone with her when Vanya explained the cancer. As Vanya sat on the couch in the lounge, she let out a sob.

Five had called me and told me about how you went to the academy during my surgery. I didn’t know how scared you were until he did.

Five immediately sat next to her, knowing that she needed the emotional support. As Five wrapped his arms around her, she shook violently from the sobs.

“I’m so scared, Five.” Her voice was high and shaken. Five rubbed her back gently. He had seen Vanya cry before, hell, when they were kids Vanya would go to him or Klaus for emotional support. Speak of the Devil.

Klaus had stepped in, witnessing the emotional scene before him. Five looked up and saw him, drinking vodka, or some sort of alcoholic substance, from a coffee mug. Klaus quickly set his glass down and ran over to sit on the other side of her. He wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed between the two of them.

“I don’t know what to do if I lose her,” Vanya gripped Five’s shirt, and leaned her head back on Klaus. “And even if she doesn’t go, what if I can’t be there for her as much as she needs and she hates me?” Her rambles only brought more pity to her. Klaus, of course, had a deeper understanding of losing someone like that, and it only brought him to a few tears as well.

The family had grown very close to (Y/n), and they all loved her very much, but they all knew that losing her would hit Vanya the hardest. This was the longest anyone had ever been with her, and in that time she’d become head-over-heels in love with her. She knew the family would be there for her, and make sure she doesn’t lose herself to depression, but she knew she’d push them away.

And that was why (Y/n) was fighting so hard. Whether or not she was ready to go, she couldn’t bear to leave Vanya unless she knew she could handle it.

I’m fucking terrified. But I know it’ll be ok. I talked to Klaus about what would happen if I did go. And I’m sure he’s told you what I’m trying to tell you.

Klaus knew that (Y/n) wouldn’t head into the light until she was sure Vanya would be ok. The night she was diagnosed she called him. She begged and begged to accompany him and talk with Vanya through him until she was sure it was safe to go. And with no reluctance, Klaus agreed.

After about two and half hours of just sitting and getting it all out, Vanya stood.

“I need to go back, she needs me there when she wakes up.” Klaus and Five understood.

…

The hospital waiting room was crowded and stuffy, but Vanya waited. She waited until Dr. Geru slipped into the waiting room and guided her into the room where (Y/n) was sleeping. Her arm was bandaged, and it seemed to be amputated at the elbow.

It was now, after seeing her own family so healthy, that she realized how sick (Y/n) looked. The dark circles under her eyes looked worse than ever, her hair wasn’t as full, and her jaw was far more prominent.

Vanya took her remaining hand and brought it up to her mouth, kissing the knuckles gently. Vanya could see her eyes flutter a bit, before opening fully.

“Vanya?” Her voice was hoarse. Vanya let out a small laugh and pulled her into a tight hug. “Can you get me a glass of water?” Vanya kissed her head and nodded. The trip to the dispenser was short, mainly because the recovery room was right next to the check-in desk on that floor, but also because Vanya couldn’t stand to be away for more than thirty seconds.

When she came back, (Y/n) was staring at her arm, or lack-there-of. It was amputated at the elbow, and it sure bothered her. She looked up at Vanya, who was holding a little paper cone of water. She went to reach with her right arm, but soon realized how pointless that was, reaching with her left instead. Vanya placed the cup in her hand and helped keep it steady as she brought it to her mouth.

“Vanya, it’s all just hitting me.” (Y/n) spoke as Vanya threw the cup away. “I have cancer.” She laughed quietly, genuinely amused by the fact. The anesthesia obviously had yet to wear off.

Vanya’s lips tightened into a small line as she set the cup down and pulled (Y/n) into a hug. She did her best not to cry, but it was really hard.

Vanya, I’m scared.

Recovering from the surgery took a while, and Vanya stayed home for most of it. Things were starting to look up.

“(Y/n), I’m going to head to practice, is that alright?” Vanya looked over at (Y/n) who was sitting on the couch next to her.

“Yeah! I’ll be fine. I can even try to make dinner while you're out.” She replied. Vanya chuckled at this and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Don’t push yourself.” Vanya kissed her forehead.

“I won’t.” She looked up at Vanya, smiling. “Besides, an hour and a half is enough to make dinner.”

“If you say so.” Vanya kissed her gently, holding her in the most loving embrace.

“I love you, Vanya.”

“I love you too.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. I guarantee that even Five is afraid of death.

Practice went by like a breeze. She managed to keep first chair and almost everyone was understanding of the situation.

“Yeah well, I do have to go now, she made dinner and I don’t want to leave her waiting.” Vanya said goodbye to the director and got in her car, letting out a shaker breath. She expected practice to go far worse.

The drive home was rather short, as she didn’t live that far from where the orchestra met. She excitedly ran up the stairs to her apartment and opened the door.

Something wasn’t right.

“(Y/n)? Vanya walked into the kitchen expecting to see her finishing up. Then she looked down.

Vanya, I’ll never stop loving you. I know I didn’t have much to give you, but you still loved me. You still took care of me. And you never stopped fighting for me.

The next few hours were a blur. Vanya remembered speeding to the hospital with her lover, barely breathing in the seat next to her. She remembered calling ahead as she ran every red light she could for them to be ready. She remembered them making her wait in the emergency room. She remembered being told by the doctor outside (Y/n)’s room that her body had not responded to the therapy.

Vanya remembered the way she held her hand so tightly, even though she was fully unconscious.

She remembered hearing the flatline.

She remembered being forced out of the hospital room as they tried to revive (Y/n).

She remembered sobbing as she fought her way back in, fighting to control her own powers.

Vanya remembered Five and Klaus rushing to the hospital, and comforting her as she begged to go back in to see (Y/n).

I love you, Vanya.

The funeral was short and private. The entire academy was there. Vanya didn’t remember much of anything else.

But she did remember Klaus going to her old room with her, and pulling something out from under the pillow.

“It’s for you.” He said, handing her the envelope. “She told me she left something here for you.”

Ever yours,

(Y/n).

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romeulusroy · 5 years

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Fathers Favorite (Vanya Hargreeves Drabble)

Character/s: Vanya, Reginald mention

Word Count: 520

Requested: anon

Power: Fire Manipulation

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @hypsiacrobasiphobia @melody-of-scream

A/N: I hope this is angst enough love!!! It’s the immediate idea I got and though I know I could have written it better, I do like the idea :) I hope you like it! Thank you for celebrating! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Always your father’s favorite. You didn’t realize it until you were much older. The special treatment, the gifts and attention you were given instead of your siblings. He went lighter on you, always surprised, proud, never disappointed. You could do no wrong, even as a baby. Lighting your own stroller on fire, injuring any nanny who cared for you. They quit too easily, their burned hands slamming the door on the way out. That never mattered. You could be useful, the most useful of them all, and just as easily manipulated. All kids are. You also hadn’t realized your sister was being so mistreated. Isolated and alone, your father always had excuses. They seemed so believable back then. She was sick, or practicing, or she simply didn’t want to play. You hadn’t realized how distant you two truly were until the funeral.

You never thought anything of it, either. After all these years, the family had grown apart. You’d never met your niece, or came home to check on your brother. You had your own life, the one you built for yourself without them. It wasn’t selfish, you just wanted to grow up, be an adult. And even as the favorite, you were still tormented alongside them. Overworked, exhausted, tired of being in the spotlight. You were just little kids, and already being treated as adults.

You’d never thought what that might do to a person, to Vanya. Quiet, sensitive, brushes off too easily too many times. You’d never meant to hurt her, none of you had, but falling into old patterns, behaviors, became too easy in that home. Young again, almost, in your childhood bedrooms, unchanged from the day you left. A sense of power rushing back, as if you could say anything you wanted and never pay the consequences. Words bubbled up out of nowhere, accusing and harsh, a reminder of all the things she’d written in her book. About you, your father, making it sound as if you were his own carbon copy, evil and manipulative, the very reason she was shoved away and hidden. The family disgrace.

She still blamed you now. Even behind the metal wall, screaming, the anger was targeted at you. Blamed you all your lives, envious of the tattoo inked into your arm, of your place in the family paintings, even the size of your room. It was the biggest. Two destructive beings, one shunned, one celebrated. She was always left to wonder, why you? Why not her? A gift in your father’s eyes, she was left to watch him fawn over you, your every need. When you left, he was shattered, unable to pick up the broken pieces. Never had Reginald ever shown anything towards her other than disgust. It was about time you were shown what it was like to be targeted, Vanya thought, and no one else could do it better than her. You’d seen what she could do. How she tore Leonard apart, almost killed your sister, and all by accident. What would happen when it wasn’t? How much damage could she really do when she was trying?

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har-grief · 2 years

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Preferences ~ They see you cry

Luther (Number 1)

- He would be the most concerned man ever.

- He'd hug you close to his chest, not saying anything, but just letting you cry it all out.

- He's not much for words at times like this, so he'll show how much he cares in other ways. Making you coffee, playing your favorite movie, things like that.

- He wouldn't force you to divulge what made you cry, but if you choose to vent, he'll be a great listener.

Diego (Number 2)

- Diego would take one look at you and be ready to kill a bitch.

- The first thing he would do though, would be to crouch down in front of you and wipe your tears away gently, while asking who or what made you cry.

- If it's a person that's made you this upset, Diego would definitely track them down and have a nice chat with them...

- After that, he'd come home to you and you two would spend the day cuddling in bed.

Allison (Number 3)

- Allison would make such a fuss out of you. Get ready for her to go into full mom mode.

- When she first sees you crying, she coaxes you into bed and will climb in after you.

- It's then that she listens to what happened. She'll be very patient and coo and gasp and comment at all the appropriate places.

- You'll probably fall asleep after that from the motion of her hands weaving through your hair.

- When you wake up, she'll be right there with lots of your favorite snacks and candies to cheer you up.

Klaus (Number 4)

- When Klaus sees you crying, his heart cracks.

- He'll ask you what happened, and then gently cradle you in his arms, all while pressing sweet kisses on the top of your head.

- Will definitely tell you lots of jokes in an attempt to get you to laugh, it always works.

- He tries to distract you by telling you about his day. Maybe something stupid Ben did.

- He may try to get you drunk, because he knows that at the very least, you'll be happier. Much to Ben's disapproval, if he's around

- He will not leave your side until he is 100% certain that you are okay.

Five (Number 5)

- When Five sees you cry, the first emotions he feels are a mixture of concern and rage.

- Concern for you, his sweet, precious darling.

- Rage towards whoever or whatever made you cry.

- He will seriously not hesitate to murder if he discovers that somebody harmed (or tried to harm) you.

- Will most definitely make you a margarita.

Ben (Number 6)

- You are Ben's world, and when he sees you as a sobbing mess, his world shatters.

- He clutches you tightly to his chest, and whispers words of comfort in your ear.

- He will not ask you to tell him what happened, but you do it anyway. All the while, he will be a polite listener, not interrupting you, but trailing lazy patterns on your skin as he hums.

- He will mother hen you after your vent. He'll make your favorite food, and you will binge watch your comfort show while cuddled up on the couch.

Vanya (Number 7)

- First thing Vanya will do is confirm you are okay, and not physically hurt.

- Then she asks if you need any space and if she should leave you alone. You almost never ask her to do this.

- She is more than happy to cradle your head in her lap and wipe away your tears as you talk to her. She'll talk back, and make you feel at ease.

- She'll probably run you a bubble bath to relax you, because I feel like that's a very Vanya thing to do.

- After your bath, you'll sleep like a rock, and she'll spoon you the whole time.

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Secrets | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five has a hidden soft spot for the Hargreeves friend. He makes a sudden decision when they start suspect something.

The Hargreeves family didn’t divulge into technology that much. Allison was the only one with a proper cellphone. That statement would’ve still been confirmed if they hadn’t been introduced to a female named Y/n.

While the girl inhabited powers such as telekinesis, she lived an everyday life. She had walked up to the academy one day and introduced herself. To say they were hesitant would be putting it lightly.

However, Y/n was the glue they needed to stay together. After helping them through saving the world and doomsday, they recognized that she was more needed than they thought.

Now they all sat at a restaurant together, excluding Y/n. The girl had decided to stay with her parents for the evening instead.

“ So Five. “ Allison pondered as she took a sip from her drink, “ You and Y/n have been relatively close lately. “

Klaus giggled, “ I’ve seen you two hang out together! “ Klaus exclaimed, and Five groaned, “ Glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed. “ Diego murmured.

“ Do you like her? “ Vanya queried, “ No. She's a friend, nothing more. “ Five responded sternly.

Allison raised her eyebrows in rebuttal, “ I don’t think so. I’ve seen you two together. “ Allison said unconvinced, “ Fantastic! You can see. Amazing thing, really. “ The teenage boy spat sarcastically.

Luther rolled his eyes, “ We don’t mean to harp on you, Five. We just like seeing you happy. “ Vanya softly defended, “ I appreciate it, but she’s nothing more than a friend. “

Five sighed as he threw his blazer to the floor and collapsed on Y/n’s bed, making the young girl chuckled at his antics. Gently she ran her fingers through his hair.

“ They’re catching on. “ Five-spoke muffled through her pillows, “ Mm? “ Y/n hummed, confused.

Five lifted his head from the pillow, “ They’re catching on. “

The boy had now flipped, so his back was laid against the mattress, and he stared at the ceiling of the girl's bedroom.

“ I mean, it isn’t a bad thing if they found out. “ Y/n responded, laying beside him, “ Maybe not, but I thought you wanted to keep this secret. “ Five stated, looking at her e/c eyes.

Y/n sighed, “ I just don’t want them to constantly be on us, ya know? “ Y/n confessed, “ Yeah, I get it. “ Five said in agreement.

“ I love you. “ Y/n muttered smiling, “ I love you too. “ Five smiled.

Y/n giggled, “ Come here, you big baby. “

Five chuckled and laid on her chest. His arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her chest. Y/n tangled her hand into his hair while the other rubbed his back.

He sighed and ended up falling asleep. Gently she kissed the top of his head and smiled. Y/n leaned her head back on the pillow and fell asleep. Both lovers fell asleep together.

Allison had been curious to see where Five snook off to every night. While there were times, Y/n would spend the night at the Hargreeves manor, most of the time around ten o’clock Five would disappear. Then before anyone woke up, he’d reappear.

Klaus and Allison made it their own personal mission to figure out where he was going. Although the spatial jumped to her house every night, they would find little things to help.

Example one, when Five came home one morning after falling asleep at Y/n’s house, he wore an unfamiliar pair of sweatpants. Example two, this time, he came home with a hoodie that most definitely wasn’t his.

The last example was the scent on the hoodie. It didn’t smell of his cologne. It smelt of her perfume. Not to mention he slept with the little stuffed animal she gave him when he was sick.

So a couple of weeks later, at again, another family dinner, they brought it up.

“ So Fivey, how’s Y/n? “ Klaus queried, “ What do you mean? “ Five questioned suspiciously.

Diego snickered, “ Well, we all know you disappear at night and don’t come back till the morning. You aren’t slick. “ Allison responded, “ You’ve also come back home in new clothing that definitely wasn’t yours. Not to mention, I don’t think you put on perfume. “

“ You can’t forget the best part, sister Allison; he also sleeps with the stuffed animal Y/n gave him while he was sick. “ Klaus added, smiling brightly, “ How in the hell did you find out about all that? “ Five asked with a particular annoyance in his tone.

“ It’s pretty obvious. “ Vanya commented, “ You don’t ever change out of the clothes when you appear back home. Not to mention you fall asleep with the door open. “

Five groaned, “ Just admit it, Fivey. You like little Y/n. “ Klaus teased, “ She’s my friend. “ Five counterclaimed.

“ Mm, if that’s the case, then why do you go to her house every night and not come back home till morning? “ Allison queried, “ I spend time with her. Sometimes I spend the night with her to leave our horrid house. “ The flustered male admitted.

“ So when she wears your blazer, it’s just coincidental? “ Diego asked, “ S- She wears my blazer? “ Five blushed.

Klaus chuckled, “ All the time! I saw her yesterday at the park wearing it. I thought she was some form of imposter. “ Klaus responded, and Five’s face was a bright magenta, “ I- I didn’t know. “ The boy muttered.

Vanya put a hand on his shoulder, “ It’s okay if you like her. We’re not judging you. We actually quite like her. “

“ Fine. We’re dating. We’ve been dating for some months now. I disappear to her house to spend the night there, so I don’t have a panic attack or feel like I’m back in the apocalypse. “ Five confessed, slightly agitated, “ Wow. “ A surprised Allison spoke.

Without warning, Five had spatial jumped out of dinner. Y/n almost jumped in shock when Five appeared in her bedroom, looking upset. So without hesitation, she stood up and hugged him.

His face was nuzzled in her neck as he left a gentle kiss on her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her.

“ What’s wrong, my love? “ Y/n questioned as her hand played with his hair, “ Marry me. “

“ What? “

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it-was-summer · 3 years

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Kiss Me Once...Kiss Me Twice (18! Five x Fem!Reader)

Requested: Yes! I’ve been away for so long and college has got me in chokehold so I really hope you all forgive me as I get around to your request! The two of you are 18 in this fic, just to specify)

Plot: Hi! Me again, so soon I know. Hope you won't get annoyed by my requests but its the end of semester and I kinda take anything I can get to keep me sane around this time.I am very partial to Cinderella AUs. I read them, i write them. They're just my favorite thing ever especially with different types of characters that are very different to the Canon.So I was wondering, could you maybe write one with Five and Reader? It doesn't have to be exactly to the movies plot and the characterization would obviously be loyal to the shows. It could be a modern "fits with Canon verse" AU where Five and Reader fall in love and Reader loses something and Five gets it back to her. Or it could be historical/fantasy AU (i would lowkey prefer if you did this one) like the movie where the Hargreeves are royals and Five is a prince who meets Reader and then they fall in love but he has to find her somehow after the ball. I'm not picky at all whichever version you choose as long as it's a general Cinderella AU (with a dash of nosy Hargreeves chaos) and I'm sure you'll do it justice.I may or may not have a couple more requests but I'll only send them in if you're feeling up to them. For now just this is enough and feel free to take your time.Thank you so much in advance! 😊❤️ @oceanspray5

Word Count: 10,234, I uhhhh went a little crazy, this took up 23 pages in my google docs!

Heads turned in awe, in awe of the beauty, for the crowd had never seen a more handsome couple. Two masks covered their identities, but anyone could look into their eyes and see; see the love they shared for one another. Hands laying over each other as they whisked each other gracefully to the dance floor, their smiles illuminated the room as they danced.

Everyone always talked about that night, talked about how in love they were; your parents. You knew they were in love in a less glamorous way, a less fairytale way. Your father would be walking by the garden, stopping to steal a glance at your mother, as she tended to the garden. You noticed how your mother, even in the worst of moods, always smiled around your father. Their relationship taught you to love and how to be kind, but it also taught you sorrow.

Around age ten is when tragedy struck, your mother had fallen ill one day. She laid in bed for weeks, chills passing through her constantly, her body growing weaker and weaker with every passing day. At first, your mother didn’t want you to see her condition, she wanted her only daughter to be filled with happiness, but in the end, she let you see her.

Tears distorted your vision as you looked down at her pale figure, missing the glow it had meer months ago. She showed you her best smile, head swimming with things to say, she couldn’t exactly choose her last words for you. Your mother grabbed your hand, pulling you closer. “Darling,” her voice was weak, but still so full of love. “Can you remember something for me?”

Your head nodded instantly, tears shaking loose from your eyes quickly. She gave you another weak smile, finding the energy to let out a laugh. “Good,” her hand slipped for a second, “I want you to remember the golden rules.”

“The golden rules,” you repeated, you knew what they were, there were three.

“Can you tell me the golden rules?”

“Yes,” you held her hand tighter as it slipped down further. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, have courage, and be kind.” you finished, watching a pained smile grow on your mother’s face. She let out a tiny gasp, trying to breathe through her pain, her hand squeezing yours.

“Good,” she gasped, relaxing a little in the bed. “I want you to remember those rules, even if I’m not here to remind you.”

You felt her grip weaken, your father pulled you away from her as you sobbed, pushing you out of the room quickly as your mother slowly died.

It had been eight years since then, and thankfully your sorrow was replaced with the bittersweet feeling of acceptance. You remembered the rules, you remembered your mother, and you created new memories with your father and the cottage.

The sun was shining brightly onto the cottage, rising above the peaks of the roof carefully, dew dripping off of the grass slowly. It was summer and the world was saying a beautiful ‘hello’. Staring out the narrow stone window, you spotted him, your father. Excitement became you as you moved off of your bed, running around the cottage till you got out the front door, running out to meet him.

Your father halted the horse he was riding, sliding off the seat with a small grunt, a smile decorating his face at the sight of you. You were a young woman, beautiful like your mother, and if he was being honest, it was terrifying to see so much of her in you.

“Father,” laughter escaped you as he wrapped his arms around you “You’re home early.”

He pulled away, walking over to his saddlebag “Since when is this a problem?” he joked kindly, earning a shrug from you. “I have some news for you,” he pulled an item from his bag and then ushered you inside quickly “My dear, I’ve fallen in love.”

“In love?”

“Yes, she’s a lovely woman, with two lovely daughters and I’m going to marry her.”

“Oh,” you let the initial shock settle over you as you stared up at him “I’m so happy for you, Papa!”

You could see the way his eyes lit up upon hearing your acceptance and yet you felt a tugging sensation in your gut, you were sure it was nerves. They had to be since your father-- the trustworthy man he is-- said that these women were lovely, you were sure that they were just that, lovely.

They were not. Elinor was the youngest and the kinder of the three. She never did anything vile, but she also never did anything to stop their torment. Jane was the eldest daughter, beautiful and deadly-- similar to a belladonna flower-- if looks could kill, you would drop dead. Then there was the Baroness, Constance of Blodwell, a cruel woman. They say that the dearly departed Baron died of natural causes, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she was lying.

When they first arrived Father kissed her hand, bought the sisters imported silks and threw uncharacteristically loud parties. He seemed so happy, so who were you to judge his happiness? If he wanted to buy silks, let him buy silks. If he wanted to throw loud parties, then he shall throw loud parties, and you? You would bite your tongue and smile at him. You could tell him to be safe and that you loved him.

During the day the Baroness would watch you read on the windowsill as she played with her needlepoint, setting it down to say “A young lady shouldn’t read so much, it will fill her head with silly nonsense, confuse her.”

You told her you agreed but found needlework wasn’t your strong suit and she would let out a huff, and that is where the conversation would end for the hour.

It started as small things. The Baroness found your boyish antics disgusting, so you were taught to be more ladylike. Jane would blame you for messing with the piano as she hit broken keys over and over again. Elinor would stare, smile at you, and drink her tea. Your father was away, working harder than ever to provide for his suddenly large family of young women.

It was no secret to the royal family that they were strange. Five was a little convinced every family had some deep-rooted issues. As is tradition, the mages ruled over the kingdom; protecting the people and possessing incredible powers of all kinds.

His siblings, mostly married off to other obscenely powerful families, all possessed powers. Vanya was a late-bloomer, but the musicians helped her powers reach their full potential. He could go down the list, but thinking about the others was somewhat exhausting, but it did let his mind escape elsewhere as he sat in another council meeting with his father.

He was listening, hearing talk of peace and plans for the upcoming fall harvest and other important things. He could feel his father’s eyes on him, on the crown prince, how becoming. Five turned his head, raising an eyebrow at his father as he was greeted with the usual frown, great so he didn’t miss anything.

As men and women bid their farewells, Five was left alone with the servants and King Reginald Hargreeves. “You weren’t listening during today’s meeting,”

“Yes, I was,”

“Don’t lie to me,”

“I was only thinking of the dear siblings and their wellbeing, all good things.”

His father’s frown somehow deepened before he shook his head “Five, you’re crown prince because I made you crown prince, do you know why?”

“It’s fun to make me miserable?”

“It’s because you know how hard it is to have responsibilities, I expect you to be better than them.” And with that, he walks out of the room. Better than them? All of them? It seemed a little bit much for an eighteen-year-old, but he guessed that being a crown prince was all about having the burden of trying to outshine the stars.

It was just before dawn, the sky was turning a beautiful indigo, sleep evading you as you waited outside the cottage. Your father was away once more and was due yesterday, but he never showed. Horrible knots twisted against the walls of your stomach, ruining your appetite. You had a horrible feeling that he wasn’t coming home. That he wasn’t going to come back from London. The knots gave way as you heard the sound of hooves beating against the gravel. You peer through the early morning catching his eyes in a moment of pure bliss. He was okay and you could breathe again.

He was paler than usual, the sick shade of exhaustion mixed with the summer heat. In the sitting room, Jane was fretting over one of her newer dresses that had a gold appliqué on the trim and Elinor was nodding along wordlessly. Father was holding Constance’s hand and her eyes seemed tender for the first time in months.

You were sitting there, watching them with a smile. Constance was no mother to you, nor was she a friend but she seemed to love your father, or at least care about him deeply.

He spent the next week recovering, to which he seemed well enough by the end of the week and then he was off again. The whole family stood outside in the early morning, Constance whispering something in your father’s ear, earning her a smile before he turned to you with open arms. “You shouldn’t be working, you’re still sick.” You muttered into his shoulder with a frown.

“I know, but this job is big and I can’t afford to pass it by,”

“Will I see you next week?”

“Yes,”

“Okay,” you said, pulling away reluctantly from his embrace. You watched as he straddled his saddle and smiled up at him as he started to make his way out. Your eyes didn’t leave him, and maybe that’s why you were the first to scream when you saw him fall off. “Papa!”

Your legs moved on their own, running out to him, being followed closely behind by Constance as she screamed his name in sobs, and just like that he was gone. You watched as they lowered his body into the ground, dressed in black from head to toe in the middle of a July afternoon.

Five didn’t enjoy getting in trouble, because if he could just stop himself from getting caught he wouldn’t be in trouble. Sure, with a flash of blue he could be out of the room or out of the palace, but eventually, he would come back. He was the crown prince after all and with no money on the run, where would he go? He would be recognized immediately and in the end, it would all be useless. So here he was, getting yelled at by his father again.

After an hour-long lecture from his father he was left alone once again and against his better judgment, as soon as he was left alone, he left the palace again. Blue flashes lit up the woods for a second and then they were gone and Five was standing in the middle of a quiet forest. He didn’t like to leave the palace to visit brothels or to go into town to see how the commonwealth lived, he just wanted some time alone.

From the moment he woke up it was Five this or Five that, meetings, classes, or lectures. He just needed a break from it all, he needed a break from the responsibilities, no matter the repercussions.

Five drew in a deep breath, smiling as the smell of fresh pine and earth filled his senses. The sounds of a nearby creek drew his attention, his feet following the sound till he stood at the bank. The child in him was eager to jump in and splash about, most likely getting his clothes absolutely soaked in the process, but the adult inside of him screamed that it was a bad idea. Instead, he simply sat on the loose gravel near the bank and watched as the water rushed by at a slow pace.

It had been a little over a month since your father passed, and what a hard month it had been. The baroness had you change rooms, moving you into the cold, dusty, damp, dark attic. When it rained little drops of water would splash on your brows and leave you awake for hours on end.

A humble voice deep inside whispered ‘you should be grateful’ and the fire that raged right next to it roared to fight back, so you simply did nothing. You were obedient, calm in every scenario. If she wanted you to scrub the floors, you scrubbed. There wasn’t a day that went by where she wasn’t asking you to do something.

So you couldn’t comprehend why you were sneaking out like this, in a clean dress and basket filled to the brim with cheese, bread, and fruits. You were supposed to be good, good for your mother, and good for your father. Well, that woman wasn’t your mother anyway so what was the point?

Your pace slowed as you thought about the consequences. Would she throw you out? She was the lady of the house, she had all the power. You were of age, but with no marriage, no prospects, and no money, what good would being homeless do? You turned your head back towards the cottage for a second before you set off towards the creek. This was just a short break after all.

You didn’t initially see him until your feet were already in the water, and the hem of the dress was considerably soaked. His eyes grew wide at the sight of you, his mouth moving in a thousand different shapes before he finally got some words out from those pretty lips, “Who are you?”

“I’m,” you paused, you didn’t know this man, was it smart to give him your name? “I’m Ella!” You practically shouted back in response, earning a small wince from the boy in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed, his eyes glancing down at your feet before quickly darting back up to meet yours.

“Do you own the river?”

“Well,” he trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip with worry.

“Well?”

“Well, no.”

“Perfect, then I am soaking my feet.”

“Why?”

You laughed gently and kicked up some water at him, “Because it’s fun.” you replied softly, stepping away from him quickly. “Why are you here?”

“Why are you asking?” he challenged, jumping as a few drops of water hit his pants.

“You asked me.”

“Oh, right,” he said, eyeing the basket in your hands, feeling his mouth water as a small slice of cheese peaked through the cloth atop of the basket. “Well, I suppose I’m just here for fun. The same as you.”

“Right,” you replied with a gentle chuckle as you stepped out of the creek, a pleasant breeze moved through your hair as you looked back over towards the boy. “The thing is, you don’t look like you’re having a lot of fun.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise before coming together in a judgemental glare, “And how would you know if I’m having fun?”

You eyed him up and down with a playful smirk at your lips, “You have the face of someone who lights up when they’re truly enjoying themselves.”

His face relaxed at that and a small smile stretched across his face gracefully, small butterflies ate away at your insides when you saw that smile. You should’ve known then. “So,” you quickly interrupted the moment “Do you have a name, or are you a nameless spirit?”

“I have a name!”

“Wonderful, mind if I learn it?”

His eyes searched the waters, earning a smile from you as you realized he was probably going to do the same thing as you did. “It’s Phillip,” he lied lamely, his body betrayed him, almost yelling at him for telling the lie, but you still accepted it.

“Lovely, are you hungry?”

Five was playing with the ends of the blanket beneath him, wondering silently how he ended up here, sitting next to a pretty girl as you talked about what you liked most about the Summertime. He smiled hearing your laugh, a sweet melody that made the world just a little brighter.

He watched you as you pulled a small piece of bread off of the loaf, finding himself watching as you popped it into your mouth, eyes catching on your lips for a second before he ripped them away.

Five felt his knees go weak at a romantic thought, he wasn’t supposed to have romantic thoughts, he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Well, he never thought romance could be on the table, not like this. He knew that he was setting himself up for failure by having feelings for you, and he wouldn’t dare call them that, he was just feeling… infatuation, yes!

It was infatuation, of course! The kind of thing that makes princes fall to commoner and the thing that made kings go to war, but Five wasn’t going to be a tragic tale. However, what was the harm in indulging in a small little crush?

“Phillip?” The fake name made his head turn.

“Yes, Ella?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“I, uh, no.”

“I was saying that we should be friends,” you explained with a nervous smile, Five couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face.

“Friends?”

“I mean if you don’t want to, I understand!”

“No,” he all but yelled, clearing his throat quickly as he shook his head, “No, I would love to be your friend.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said, placing a hand over yours, trying to ignore the electricity that was tingling at his fingertips.

“Oh,” you looked at your hands and let out another nervous laugh, a lump rising into your throat as you let out a strangled “Lovely.”

“Yes, lovely,” he repeated as your eyes met his for a moment. Five didn’t feel like himself for a moment, it was as if he was watching the scene unfold from across the creek. Your eyes were wide and were glued to his as you opened your mouth quickly to speak, to say anything.

Against his will, he slowly moved his hand away from yours, missing the heat instantly as he stood up slowly, brushing himself off. “I should be getting back,” he muttered.

You heard yourself say something along the lines of ‘yes’ and ‘of course’ as he walked away, throwing a small smile over his shoulder before he disappeared into the bush.

Five’s heart was racing when he blimped back into his room, the teleportation never took a toll on him, he was fine, so why was he finding it so hard to breathe? It was a terrible feeling of restlessness that consumed him as soon as he calmed down.

He wanted to go out. He wanted to walk by the creek. He wanted to see you again, god he burned to see you again. He flexed his hand gently, trying to ignore the sensation that lingered against his palm.

He was pacing now, thinking, muttering, and sighing heavily. He was apathetic, for the most part snarky, but overall very solid. He didn’t need people prying into how he was feeling and he didn’t want to explain his feelings to people, but today might be the first day that his hard exterior is experiencing a little crack.

He jumped hearing a knock on his door, “His Majesty wishes to see you,” there was a pause “Now.”

Right, right, right, his father would never approve of anything as frivolous as his feelings. “Be right there,” he called back to the servant at the door as he stole a look in the mirror, looking for evidence that would place him in the woods. Evidence that would point to you. Once he was clear he set out for the throne room.

“Five,” his father said, a foreign smile making an appearance, “I have something to tell you.”

Five stepped forward, the giddiness that he had in his room leaving him as he got closer. He didn’t like that face, that smile on his twisted father’s face. It never meant anything good, all signs pointed to doom. “You’re going to get married.”

“Pardon me?”

“Well, you’re not getting married right now, but there is going to be a masquerade ball. You’ll be able to choose your bride, of course. She’ll need to be special to be able to handle you, of course.”

“Of course, and how am I going to find her? Dance with every maiden in the kingdom?”

“How wonderful, you already have a plan! We shall send invitations out to every maiden in the kingdom!”

With that he left the room, leaving Five buzzing with questions and anxiety as he stared at the throne silently. He was trained to be king, he did well in all of his classes, he was well educated, but the thought of having a queen was terrifying. It all seemed to be moving too fast.

The only silver lining was the hope that you would be there in the ballroom, A friend, an ally, maybe? Then a small voice seemed to whisper, to hope, a queen.

Your feet were sore, horribly sore. Yesterday, the baroness noticed your absence and has since then forced you to clean the kitchen, spilling lentils and flour purposefully as she came by to check up on your progress. Eventually, it was done, but now you hurt. Elinor offered you biscuits in the morning but you felt too nauseated to stomach anything.

The only things on your mind were your pain and Phillip, or rather your mystery man by the creek. You caught yourself zoning out, thinking about him, wishing to see him, to visit him. You wondered if he was waiting for you by the creek. You hoped he would come back despite your absence, you hoped he would touch your hand again and you hoped his eyes would linger on your lips for a minute too long.

Hoping was the only thing that was draining out Constance’s shirl voice as she yelled at some of the servants, going on about how there was dust on a frame somewhere and how unseemly dirt was. The first thing she told you when you had come back from the creek was that you were dirty, then she proceeded to lecture you on how cleanliness was close to godliness. A proper lady must never be dirty.

You jumped in surprise hearing a distinct rapping against the front door, for a second you hoped it was Phillip as you went to answer it. “Invitations to the ladies of the house, The Baroness Constance of Blodwell and her three daughters, Jane, Elinor, and…”

“I just have two daughters, sir.” The baroness cut him off as he handed her the four invitations, with a shocked look on his face. You looked over at her, wondering when she had paused her lecture to greet the gentleman at the door. You watched as she read the invitations with hungry eyes, gasping sharply as she pulled a hand over her chest. “Oh, oh,”

“What is it? What are the invitations for?” Jane demanded quickly, bouncing on the soles of her feet like a child next to her mother, an act she would be reprimanded for later.

“It’s for a royal ball, for the crown prince. He’s choosing a bride!” Constance said with glee, handing two invitations to her daughter, your’s still residing in her hand as she shut the door on the messenger boy.

“A bride!” Jane parroted the word with a squeal, while you disliked her it was wonderful to see her so overjoyed. A sudden thought entered your brain, Phillip could be at the ball, it was for the whole kingdom, maybe he had a sister or he would be invited!

“Does Y/N have an invitation too, mother?” Elinor asked, looking up from her’s with an endearing smile. You wished she hadn’t asked, you could tell what was coming next. Constance frowned as she looked at your invitation, your name is written in the same ink that her daughters were written in. She considered it for a moment before tearing the invitation to shreds.

A quiet scream caught in your throat as you reached out to stop her, “Don’t touch me, girl!” she screamed at you as the paper fell to the ground. “You’re barely my daughter, after all, you get along better with the servants, so you will be treated like one!”

“But, I…”

“Did I say you could speak about the matter? No, now we need to make preparations for the ball tonight!” she burst at the seams with a variety of emotions, settling on hope. Hoping that one of her daughters would win the Prince’s heart and become queen.

You were still her daughter, she was all you had. You knew that she would never be your mother nor would she be your father, but she was something. She was the last thing you had, the last connection. “How can you be so cruel?” you felt the words spill out as she turned to look down at you.

“I’m not cruel, I’m saving you from rejection, my dear,” she said, reaching out her hand to graze your cheek. “Clean.” she looked down at the parchment on the ground with a smile before she was walking away.

Jane had a purple dress decorated with gold appliqué, muttering about how she was going as a masked royal because she was sure she would soon be one anyway, while Elinor had a pale blue dress with white appliqué, and Constance was wearing red, and you were wearing rags. They had come and gone, leaving you to cry with the shredded parchment in the attic.

A soft knocking forced you to dry your eyes quickly, “Come in,” you stood up from your bed when the head maid, Elizabeth, entered.

“Hello,”

“I, well, we have something for you,” she said, a giddy smile from her made your heart squeeze with joy. She motioned behind her and up came more maids, holding a white and gold gown, the material looked soft to touch and elegant. Another maid produced a matching gold and cream mask, the more you looked at it you realized it was a swan, or rather it was a mask for a swan. It looked eerily familiar, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

“Oh, oh my,” you cried as you reached out to touch the hem, “It’s beautiful,” you whispered as they looked at you. You could see a pair of shoes in one of their hands, you turned to Elizabeth quickly. “I won’t make it there in time!”

“My dear, do you think we would make you walk? I asked Henry, my husband, to bring a carriage. You need not worry, we have everything for you.”

You felt small tears of joy prick at your eyes “Thank you, thank you.” you repeated quickly as the women surrounded you and helped you get ready for the ball.

Five was staring at himself in the mirror with a frown on his face, the cream color of his coat didn’t suit him, and this collar, disgustingly baby blue was choking him slowly. The bottom of his coat had a small trim of blue as well, and at a closer glance, he could see that his coat had a light gold detail, the royal insignia, and other symbols decorating it beautifully. It just wasn’t for him. In all honesty, it fit him quite well, the occasion just wasn’t to his liking. He didn’t like the idea of walking around with a bunch of masked strangers who were either trying to marry him or trying to make him marry their child.

Nonetheless, at this point fighting with his father would be useless. The damage had been done, people were arriving and he was expected to smile and dance. Five burned his gaze into the mirror, moving a hand up to his hair and messed with its carefully styled beauty before he turned on his heel and headed out towards the ballroom.

With the help of the maids, you were quickly dressed and adorned with white jewels on your neck and ears. The mirror looked like a mirage as you stared yourself down, nothing seemed real. It was already a splendid dream and as you stepped into the carriage the dream began to blend with reality.

Having arrived only a quarter late to the ball, slipping in was easy, it was the stares that made it difficult to calm down. Every step, every sound you made, caused people’s heads to turn as if they were waiting for you. You were excited to be at the ball, but now it was a matter of finding a purpose. Did you only want to come to be included? It had to be because with all these eyes staring you down you wanted nothing more than to turn around and go home.

You took in a gentle breath and closed your eyes, thinking about how Elizabeth told you to have fun and how she whispered how beautiful you looked. Finding solace in the memory, you joined the outer circle of the dance floor, watching as a woman dressed as a peacock spun about the dance floor.

A smile crept its way onto your lips as you watched them, something about the way she laughed as she twirled made you giddy. It was as if the atmosphere had completely changed because of the woman's dazzling smile, a smile that made the world smile back at her.

The man, however, had a strange sense of familiarity to him. Something about the broadness of his shoulders, the brunette color of his hair, and the way his smile never seemed to stay too long on his face all seemed familiar to you. ‘That must be the crown prince’ you thought with a tiny nod, it had to be because this was his ball after all and he was looking for a bride.

The violins soon disappeared, followed by the horns, till the only sound to be heard was the sounds of people clapping as the two split apart. You moved to find a drink, or perhaps a corner in which you could cling to and avoid getting seen. Your feet had other ideas as you stepped on the long hem of your dress, flying towards the ground.

You squeezed your eyes tight waiting for the floor to make contact, but with a muted flash of blue, you felt arms hold you up instead. You peeked one eye open, opening both in surprise to see the golden mask of the crown prince inches from your face. “I’m so sorry, sir.” You gasped as you used his shoulders to stabilize yourself quickly, having the intention to get as far away from him as possible, as soon as he let you go.

His lips opened for a moment before he closed them and swallowed hard. If you didn’t know any better you would say that he seemed just as surprised as you were. Which was a ridiculous idea to even venture, so you pushed it to the back of your mind as fast as possible. “Sir,” you stuttered softly, “Your royal highness, sir, you’re still holding my waist.”

“Oh,” he muttered gently, grip not releasing for a moment before he let out a gasp and exclaimed another “Oh!” as he let go of your waist quickly. You smiled at him, reaching up to adjust your mask swiftly before the prince was holding a hand towards you. You looked at his hand for a second too long, about to question him before he asked “Will you dance with me?”

“Oh,” you whispered as you laid your hand on top of his “I’m not that good, sir.”

“That’s fine,” he said as he led you to the middle of the floor “I’ll lead, all you have to do is follow.”

“Right, follow,” you repeated as the violins began to play a sweet and delicate melody. Your head turned down to watch the Prince’s feet, dreading the idea of stepping on the foot of the future monarch. You heard a laugh as you danced with your head down and before you knew it a gentle hand was moving your chin up.

“You’re supposed to look up,” he laughed again and you could feel your cheeks flush beneath your mask. He stole a glance at the other couples joining the two of you on the dance floor, surrounded the two of you pleasantly, and then he looked into your eyes again. “Spin for me,” he told you and you followed his orders quickly.

When the two of you were face to face again, you gasped quickly as he dipped you with the rest of the crowd of dancers, your hands holding onto his shoulders tight as you felt your loose hair graze the floor. “Relax,” he laughed as the two of you danced “What’s your name?”

You peeked at the floor, looking for his shoes for a second before he cleared his throat gently to give you the silent message to look up. “Well, I’m not supposed to be here,” you let out a nervous chuckle “So, I’m not sure I should tell you my name.”

“You’re not supposed to be here? My father sent you an invitation, didn't he? Isn't that enough to prove that you deserve to be here tonight?”

“I suppose, sir, but my family wished for me to stay at home.”

“So why did you come?”

You faltered for a moment, letting out a slow sigh “I came because I wanted to be included, I suppose. I wanted to experience something for once,” you looked up at him with a sad smile “I just wanted to have fun.”

The prince let out a pleasant hum, reminding you of someone that you had yet to spot amongst the crowd. You gasped as you tapped on his shoulder with excitement “I’m looking for a friend,” you chattered about quickly “His name is Philip, do you know him by any chance?”

The prince’s eyes became wide for a second, staring at you with a shocked expression. You didn’t know if you said something offensive or crude, but his dancing pace slowed as his breathing became quick. “Your majesty, are you alright?” you asked as the two of you slowed to a stop as couples danced around the two of you.

“Ella?” he whispered, his hand squeezing yours tight. Hearing him say that name made everything click for you and then the dance floor began to spin. You struggled to release your hand from his. Philip was the crown prince, and you were dancing with him and you had been so casual with him, that was worth some kind of punishment. You inhaled sharply as his grip became tighter around your waist, stopping all your struggling before you stared up into his eyes, waiting for him to speak.

But, he said nothing. He just stared down at you, staring into your eyes as you stayed in his arms breathless. “Philip, dance,” you said quickly as some of the other couple’s started to stop and stare at the two of you and with that, he started moving again.

Your senses were heightened now, your anxiety playing a role in the dance as you felt his hand squeeze your side nervously and how his fingers itched to be intertwined with yours. He swallowed nervously as the two of you danced to the swelling violins, “Please don’t call me Philip,” he whispered in a meek tone “It’s Five,”

You bit back a snarky comment and nodded slowly “Right,”

“Ella, listen,”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off. “I lied too, that, and you look at your feet when you’re lying.”

Five smiled at that before letting out a strained breath, “I can’t trust that, liar.” he teased as he let go of your hand to move a strand of hair out from your face. The violins were slowing down now, but you weren’t ready yet, you found a new purpose and you didn’t want to leave him just yet. Just a little longer, a voice inside of you screamed, you just needed more time.

“Is there any way we can go somewhere else?” you asked in a hushed voice as you bowed into a curtsey.

“Meet me in the garden,”

“How are you going to find a way out?”

“By causing a scene, of course,” he grinned as you took a few steps back before turning around and heading for the garden.

Cause a scene he did, he walked over to his father, spilled red wine down the front of his shirt before knocking over a candelabra in the process, almost setting a tablecloth on fire. Earning just enough commotion to cause a crowd that would swarm his father, and then he was on his way out.

You were sitting on the edge of a fountain, the lavish lights from inside illuminated the water, vines gripped its base and crept up the sides, and having seen you sitting on its edge, Five swore that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

When you heard his footsteps get closer, your head snapped away from the shining waters and towards him. You hesitated for a second before you graced him with a kind smile, reaching up slowly to pull down your mask. He knew what you looked like, and no one was around to tell your stepmother that you were here.

Five started a second too long before he started to scramble to take off his mask, laughter built up in your throat and released at a pleasant volume. The two of you stared at each other in comfortable silence for a few seconds before Five cleared his throat. “You look lovely this evening,”

“Well, I did want to look nice for a prince.” you teased in a tone that made Five’s insides turn into honey. You covered your mouth in a poor attempt to hide your growing grin as you watched his eyes grow wide and cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“Right,” he stuttered out as he sat a safe distance from you on the cement edge of the fountain. He suddenly couldn’t think of anything to say. Did he say that he’s been thinking about you since yesterday? Did he tell you that this feeling was new to him? Did that sound like a confession? That most definitely sounded like a confession.

“You look,” you paused, tilting your head to the side to get a better look at him “Stressed,”

“What? No, no, no,” his eyes looked towards the night sky, his head falling back as he let out a sigh “When I was told that I would be choosing a bride tonight I never thought I would be able to see you again, and yet, here you are,” his head fell back down to earth to look at you “And you just look so lovely and I just think I’m a little overwhelmed.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, knees going weak as you crossed your legs silently. Sure, he had already complimented you once, but when it sounded so sincere, and when he was looking at you like that how could you not blush? “You look rather dashing yourself,” you beamed at him, taking pride in the fact that he was smiling over at you.

“Why thank you, now may I tell you a secret?” Five whispered as he leaned towards you. Your heartbeat raced as you leaned towards him, nodding ‘yes’ quickly. “I just had the most horrid dance partner,” he whispered out with a grin.

You gasped quickly, swatting at his arm as you laughed, “I was not horrid,” you laughed, swaying gently with your laughter, getting dangerously close to falling into the fountain as you giggled. Five reached up to steady you as he laughed with you, his hands on your shoulders sliding down to meet yours and then he let them stay there as the laughter died down.

“Can I ask something of you?” he whispered as he leaned forward.

Your heart leapt dangerously in your chest, knowing how dangerous saying a simple ‘yes’ could be, but you still nodded slowly and said “Yes,”

“I know that we just met and this is completely irrational, but I just light on fire when I’m near you,” he gasped out, hands gripping yours tighter with anxiety. You gave his hands a tiny squeeze and gave him a sinfully gorgeous smile. “I wanted to know if I could,” he trailed off, thumbs tapping against yours nervously.

“Yes?” you urged him gently, fighting back a giddy giggle as he tapped his thumbs against yours, it was nice to see him so nervous, or rather, it was endearing to see him like this.

“I was wondering if it would be okay if I kissed you?”

You felt yourself falter, all alarms in your head screaming something important but they were quickly muffled by something more intense, a giddy haze washing over you. You knew that it would be disastrous to kiss him, if someone saw you two in the middle of the garden they would have a fit, they would exclaim that the prince had found a princess. It wasn’t a good idea, kissing him, but everything in your body burned to kiss him. “You can kiss me,” you replied in a rather confident voice that you didn’t seem to recognize.

He leaned in, a mere inches away from your face, a shaking hand reached up to hold the left side of your cheek as the other held your hand tight. “Are you sure?”

“You’re leaning in aren’t you?”

“Right, well, if you don’t want to,”

“Five,”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me, please,”

“Okay,” he squeaked as he closed his eyes and closed the gap between the two of you, a gentle kiss hitting your lips. You kissed back slowly, eyes fluttering closed as you reached up your free hand to grab hold of the wrist that was cradling your face. You felt the gentleness of the kiss transform into something deeper, lips pushing against yours with a sudden fire.

You were about to kiss him back with the same burning passion as he pulled away, almost as if he surprised himself. “I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,”

“I just got a little carried away,” he muttered sweetly, whenever he spoke his lips would brush against yours in an intoxicating way. So intoxicating it made your mind fuzzy. You smiled sweetly, a sudden feeling of peace washing over you as the two of you stayed this way for a minute or two.

After many soft caresses against your face and small jokes made inches apart, the two of you pulled away from each other with wide smiles.

“You did get quite carried away,” a voice echoed into the garden. Five jumped away from you at an alarming speed, standing up at the sound of his father’s voice from across the garden. “You’re just lucky that no one can see this little display,”

He seemed surprisingly at ease with this, he didn’t look mad, or disappointed, just slightly amused. “I’m glad you at least found a bride,”

“Bride?” you croaked back, anxiety settling in as you stared up at Five.

“Father, we haven’t discussed that,”

“Well, I sure hope you do, in the meantime I shall go inside and announce the news.” Reginald turned on his heel and headed back towards the ballroom. Five felt his feet stutter, he wanted to run after his father but the sound of your voice made him stop to look over at you.

“I can’t be queen,”

“Ella,” he rushed to your side in a panic. You looked up at him with sharp eyes, chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace as you tried your hardest to calm down.

“My name isn’t even Ella!” you yelled in response to the name, standing up to pace in front of him, absentmindedly chewing on your fingernails as you tried to think. Think about how anyone could view you as capable of being queen. It was impossible, that just wasn’t reality.

“Just calm down, we can talk about this,” Five grabbed your hands, pulling them down from your face and holding them in his own.

You shuddered at his touch and if you weren’t panicking you were sure you’d be relishing in the way his hands felt so soft. Five’s hands moved to cup your face, those soft hands brushed sweet circles on your cheeks. Those sweet movements made your legs turn to jelly, forcing you to let out a slow breath. “Five, I can’t, in good conscience, be queen.”

“Why not?” Five questioned, surprising himself at his words. He didn’t even think about it before he said it. He felt stupid all of a sudden, the silence only confirming his fears, his heart dropped into his stomach as he stared into your eyes. He didn’t know how to read you.

You felt your bottom lip quiver, you didn’t want to cry in front of him. “Five, you don’t even know my real name.”

“Then tell me it, tell me everything about you, I’ve never felt like this before.” He was speaking from the heart for once in his life and he didn’t want to stop. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that his father had been there to ruin their romantic evening, but all he knew was that if he could feel like this for the rest of his life, he would be happy. It was a foreign concept for someone like him and his siblings, oh his siblings would love you, god he wanted you to be with him so bad it hurt.

You shook your head slowly as you pulled his hands away from your face and let them drop sadly. “I can’t, it’s not right.”

Not right? Five let those words roll around in his brain, staring dumbly at you as tears glistened in your eyes. Why were you crying? Then you turned and ran from him, it took him a second to follow you, still recovering from your words. He didn’t have time to wonder or time to pity himself, he had to catch up to you. He had to find you, but by the time he made it to the steps of the palace you were getting into a carriage and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch you in time.

“You know you could just teleport,” Reginald said from the top of the steps.

“What’s the use if she doesn’t want me?”

“I know I’m not the most affectionate,” he paused, eyes landing on a shoe near the bottom of the steps “In fact, I’m not a very loving father at all, but I know what love is. I loved your mother and I love you and your siblings. I know you can’t see it but I do, so trust me when I tell you this,” He placed a hand on Five’s shoulder slowly, “Don’t let her go.”

You were busy stuffing the dress, mask, and a single shoe into a chest. You had cried on the carriage ride home and only stopped when you finally felt a little numb. That numb feeling was replaced by fear as soon as you heard the booming voices of your step-siblings enter the house. Sleep, you could pretend to be asleep, it was as easy as that!

Elinor knocked on the open attic door the next morning, a sad look on her face as you stirred. She always did look a little sad, but today it seemed more prominent. A tiny part of you wished that she won Five’s heart instead of you. You groaned at the memory, holding back tears as you stared at her. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s worse than usual today,” was all she said before she was walking down the staircase with a frown.

You got dressed into your regular simple, stained covered dress and you felt calmer. This is where you belonged, you weren’t trained for petticoats and embroidered gowns, you were living as a maid. You didn’t want to imagine the stress of being a queen, and yet a part of you yearned for Five. Not for his status or the riches, just for him and his smile, his laugh.

The baroness frowned at you as you entered the sitting room, Elinor and Jane, at her side with their needle-points in hand. “The girls had a horrid night,”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Baroness.”

“I’m sure you are,” she snapped, earning a small jump from you. She held up the swan mask with a vicious glare “You did ruin it didn’t you?”

Panic was an emotion you were getting used to as you stared at the mask, there were two options. You could lie, say it isn’t yours, say it was a simple coincidence, or just tell her the truth. “I don’t regret it,” you smiled back, confidence wavering as she stood. If you could earn a proposal from a prince you could handle your stepmother, it was arrogant but it felt right.

“You will, I’ll make sure of it,” she promised as she stood in front of you, her hand raised in an almost dramatic way, flying down to deliver a blow to your cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the strike to hit, but it never came. Your eyes opened to take a peek at your savior, Elinor, standing in front of you with her mother’s hand inches away from her face.

“My night wasn’t ruined,” she said softly as she looked up at her mother. She swatted her mother’s hand away quickly, speaking in a bold tone suddenly. “Believe it or not, people don’t care for you. They care for your regality, but once they know you, they stop caring.”

Constance felt her eyes widen, mouth opening as her youngest daughter shushed her sharply, “The crown prince is going to come looking for her, you know that, Jane knows that, and I know that. So let him come and marry her.” she finished, pushing past her mother to sit back down next to Jane with a smile. You fought back tears of gratitude as you looked over at her before you turned back to Constance.

“I don’t understand how marrying the prince would be a bad thing. He asked me to and I said no because of you, because of how you made me feel, but,” you swallowed, looking down at your dirty clothes “He chose me.”

“Maybe he just wants another maid, but I will let you see him when he comes, and if he still wants you then be grateful.”

His father had written to his siblings and so they were here. All of them. He loved his siblings, truly, they were just annoying, very, very annoying. Vanya was secretly his favorite, although he’d never tell her that. Klaus was discussing his husband, Dave, with a very annoyed Ben who just kept nodding and going ‘uh-huh’ and Allison was talking to Luther about her daughter. This is how it usually was, they all seemed to ignore the reason they were brought here and just went off into their own worlds. Five only had the attention of Diego and Vanya thus far, funnily enough, they were polar opposites and yet they both seemed so annoyed. “Hey!” Diego spoke up, snapping his head in the direction of his siblings “Can we all focus?”

“Focus on Five having a hard-on for a commoner?”

“Luther, I have a hard-on for a commoner.”

“Klaus, please stop talking about Dave,”

“Can we not call it that, please?” Five whimpered, stuffing his face into his hands, trying to rub away his on-coming headache.

“Dad said he caught the two of you kissing in the garden,” Klaus said, talking as if it was the most scandalous piece of news he had heard all week. “The ghosts of the palace say it was pretty steamy, three cheers for Five!”

“Please, focus.” Five begged his siblings as they laughed. “I just need you all to focus,”

Five waited for all eyes to be on him again before he continued “I propose and she ran off,”

“With your attitude, I would run away too,” Diego joked, playing with a small dagger.

“That’s not the point!” Five snipped, rubbing his temples harder before he let his hands drop with a defeated sigh. “I need to find her, I need to ask her again.”

“Why don’t you just ask someone else?” Luther questioned.

“Luther,” Allison said sharply “If someone told you to find a new wife, would you just simply ask someone else?”

“Well, no, but they kissed. It’s not like Five’s in love with her, right?” He turned his head towards Five, whose cheeks were turning a teasable color of pink.

“Well, I…” he trailed off, clearing his throat quickly to cover up for his embarrassment.

“Oh, he’s falling in love with her,” Klaus said, clapping his hands together with excitement. He mustered up his best, posh accent and said “Charles, let’s have a royal wedding, for the youngest please.” That’s when everyone started talking at once. Five heard some sentences like, ‘oh, I bet she’s beautiful’ or ‘do you think she can handle Five’ and so on.

He cleared his throat again, getting his siblings attention “I need us to split up,” and thus a plan was put into place; Vanya would be searching the inner city with Allison, Luther and Diego would be searching the farmlands, and Ben, Klaus and himself would be searching the grounds near the creek. He assumed you lived near there, but he wasn’t going to take any chances so there wasn’t going to be any stoned left unturned till he found you.

Elinor, Jane, and Constance have long since gone to different parts of the cottage, but you stayed in the sitting room. You had changed to your best dress, one that was crisp and free of anything unseemly and shined the pretty shade of pink, but after that, you were glued to the sitting room. You had tried to read, but your mind was far too cluttered for any books at the moment, so you sat and thought about your mother and father. You thought about love and how they loved each other, trying your best to remember every beautiful detail possible.

Elizabeth broke your concentration when she came running into the sitting room. “Miss Y/N! The crown prince, he’s coming! Oh dear, he’s coming to you with his brothers! Oh, miss, I’m so happy for you.”

“He’s coming here, now.” you gasped, standing up quickly.

“Do you not want him to come, miss?”

“No! No, I do, I’m just,” you paused, hands shaking “Well, I’m scared.”

“He’ll love you, dear,” She beamed, moving to wrap you into a tight hug as a knock was sounded at the door. Elizabeth was off of you within seconds and scurried to the door with a laugh, she looked back at you for a second, waiting for you to give her the okay. You nodded quickly as you flattened out your dress, trying your best to look presentable.

You stood in the sitting room, staring at the door. You felt strange for not opening the door yourself and you felt guilty that you ran away. You should have said yes, you should have agreed to be with him last night. You felt your fingers twitch as panicked thoughts ran through your head at a thrilling speed. Elizabeth opened the door to let them in.

He was dressed differently now, he looked similar to how he looked when the two of you first met, and yet, he looked so different. He was still wearing a formal-looking suit, blues and gold decorated him handsomely and you could feel your heartbeat pounding inside your chest. His eyes were soft, seeming more desperate and vulnerable than ever. As soon as he spotted you his feet stopped.

Two men followed him in, standing behind him with smiles. One was rather tall with long hair, fashionably dressed, and had the wider smile of the two. The other seemed just as happy but calmer, dressed in more formal attire. The sitting room was filled with silence before the taller man’s voice cut through, “So, you’re the little lady who danced about the ballroom with Five.”

“Klaus,” the other man said in a disappointed tone, his smile dropping as he stared at him. Then the silence continued. Five was looking for something to say, he wanted to say so many things before, but now he couldn’t get the words out. “Maybe we should go outside,” Ben muttered as he took note of the silence, pushing his brother out the door quickly, leaving you and Five alone.

“The suns going down,” Five blurted out quickly as his chest squeezed with anxiety.

“It took you all day to find me,” you joked as you took a step towards him.

Five smiled at you before turning his head down to look at his hands, fidgeting quietly. “I was waiting for my siblings,”

“They’re lovely,”

“Only you would say that.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because you’re good,” he paused, lifting his head to meet your surprised gaze. “You’re good for me and you’re kind and unbearably naive. I mean who forgets her shoe on the steps of the palace. How childish, truly,” he laughed as he watched your face flush red.

“I would rather you call me something sweet instead of teasing me,”

“I would rather call you by your name.”

“It’s Y/N,” you responded sheepishly, giving Five an unsure smile as he echoed your name back to feel it on his lips. You watched as he blossomed into a large smile and nodded a little. You tilted your head to the side, laughing as you watched him mutter to himself with fascination, “What?”

“I think my last name fits perfectly at the end of that, what do you think?” He was teasing you, surely, he wasn’t doing this here, now? You felt your mouth go dry, butterflies hitting the walls on your stomach as you reached down to hold onto something. Five’s demeanor changed quickly upon seeing you sway, “No, wait, wait, I’m sorry!”

He was hovering over you nervously as you sat on the edge of a chair, his hands nervously finding your face. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on them as you stared up at him. “You can’t joke like that, not if you don’t mean it.”

“If I don’t mean it?”

You stuttered for a short minute, mouth opening and closing like the mouth of a fish as he looked down at you. You swallowed sharply, stood up, and looked over at Five, “Then do it right, if you mean it, that is to say, propose to me properly.”

“Properly? You know I’m a prince, I was born to be proper.” He was joking at a time like this, earning a gentle frown from you before he was taking your hands in his in one swift movement. “Properly,” he repeated one last time, earning a nervous nod from you in the process.

“Growing up I never really had much optimism in my life, I was born with extraordinary abilities and yet my life was seemingly boring. I always felt as if I was missing something important, missing something that made life meaningful. I had books, royal duties, and standards. I had the makings of a good prince, indeed, but I think I was missing you. You have shown me colors I can’t see with anyone else. I can’t promise to be the best for you or to be the most earnest, or to be the most amiable, but I can promise to love you. So if you’ll have me, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” He finished his speech, moving to the ground to be on one knee, trying to catch his breath. He felt you squeeze his hands tight before pulling him up into a tight hug, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Of course, I will,” you whispered in his ear sweetly, pulling back from him with a smile. Five stood there, panting lightly as you were inches from his face before he let out an excruciating long sigh.

“Oh, thank god.” he released before he leaned in to kiss you firmly on the lips. You tripped over yourself to kiss him back with the same passion, smiling against his lips as you held onto him. Five was beaming, kissing you all over your face as he laughed. You felt laughter spill out of you quickly, swatting him away playfully and then you knew that as long as you had him next to you, you would be fine and the two of you would live happily ever after indeed.

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Teenagers: Part 2 (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to convince her siblings to sneak out of the mansion and go out to party with her for the night.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Teenagers x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warning: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, partying/clubbing, mention of sex

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'So where are these so-called friends that you have, Y/N?' Five asked impatiently, bothering me for the last five minutes.

'Shut up, they're coming. We just got here like two minutes ago.'

Allison smiled, 'Someone is eager to go in.'

Five glared at her, shaking his head. 'Ha, you're funny. I'm just tired of wai-'

'They're here!' I waved at my friends and ran to them, hugging them and greeting them. Getting the wristbands that they've promised me, I got back to my family and gave them one of each.

'How's Five going to get in?' Luther asked, but by the time we looked over at our not so younger brother, he was gone.

Assuming Five just zapped himself into the club, we lined up and got ourselves into the building.

Smiles formed on everyone's face, making me smile even more. I was happy that everyone was excited, my siblings deserved happiness and more.

Klaus clapped, 'I'm starting to sober up and that's a big fat no. Drinks on me, who wants some?'

Ben and Klaus went to the back towards the bar, buying everyone rounds of drinks to bring back. While the rest of us stayed, still no sign of Five, I looked at them and smiled.

'What's with the goofy smile?' Diego asked, I rolled my eyes and hit him. 'What? You're really happy tonight.'

'Of course I am, dummy. I'm out with you guys, what's not to be smiling about?' I pulled on his arm, 'Come on. Let's go to the dance floor.'

'Ha, I'm not dancing. Take others with you instead.'

'Luther is busy with those girls that's surrounding him, Allison and Vanya has been gone and you're the only one looking like a lost, sad puppy.'

'You don't think Luther needs our help?'

I looked over at him and laughed, 'He seems like he's enjoying the attention he's getting from them. He'll be alright. Now let's go.'

Diego rolled his eyes, 'I'll just watch.'

'Don't be a butt, come on.' I pulled on him again, this time he walked with me as he groaned.

We walked down to the dance floor, shoving ourselves through the sweaty crowd as we found Allison, Vanya and Five squeezed together.

'Exactly why is this fun?' Five said as he was sandwiched between two giant guys that were jumping up and down.

Allison turned around, dancing to the music the DJ was playing. 'Get drunk, dance your stress away. We're out the freaking house, Five.'

'Huh?' Five shouted, not being able to hear what Allison had said to him. She ignored him and continued to dance as she grabbed Vanya's hands.

I started to dance with my sisters, singing along and jumping up and down. Diego and Five just stood awkwardly, watching us drunk girls dancing.

'Excuse me, sorry. Ah, my fault.' Ben screamed from behind as he came with three drinks in his hand, followed by Klaus who was sipping from one of the cups.

Klaus handed us our drinks, 'Damn. It took us forever to look for you guys. I saw Luther's big ass but he's with those girls.'

'Our boy is busy.' I grinned as I pulled the straw into my mouth, sipping on my drink to get myself more drunk.

Five started groaning, I looked to see two girls talking to him and wondering how he ended up here. 'Aw, little kid are you lost? Poor thing.'

'No, I'm with them.' He replied angrily, arms crossed as he scooted himself towards Ben.

'Ah, you brought a boy to a club? What is wrong with you guys!' The girl said, given how bad it looked I never consider how it'll look from other perspective.

'Wait, no. It's- let me explain!' Ben stumbled with words, stuttering as he tried to reason with them. 'He- he's just a really really late bloomer. We're all actually in our 20s okay.'

'I'm just stuck in this body as an adult. Don't lie to them!' Five tried to defend himself, although it wouldn't really help with the confusing situation.

Klaus frowned and leaned towards the girls. 'Yeah, he's in denial. Very sensitive subject that we like to avoid.'

The girls nodded, awed as they were sympathize of our "situation" that we'd explained to them. 'So sorry, you guys have fun.'

'I hate you guys.' Five mumbled, snatching the cup from Allison's hand and drinking from it.

'Hey, I wasn't fini-'

'Y/N, this is the best night ever!' Luther came into the dance floor, cheerful as ever. 'Thank you for bringing me here because this is amazing.'

Diego chuckled, 'Of course. You were practically having a foursome with those girls over there.'

'You're just jealous.' Luther stuck his tongue out like a seven year old boy. Klaus, Ben and I laughed hysterically; it was even funnier because we were drunk, and Luther, our "daddy's boy" brother was enjoying sneaking out of the mansion.

'One of my friends are single, if you want me to set you-'

'Y/N, drop it.' Diego turned away, 'I need to take a leak. You guys better stay here.'

As Diego walked away with Five to the bathroom, we continued to dance and drink. Vanya was giggling, swaying back and forth as Ben and Allison had a dance-off seeing who can bring out the best moves. Klaus and I were downing the rest of our drinks, practically singing our face off as the DJ played such good music.

'Ah, we need more drin-' Klaus paused mid-sentence, looking back and forth between me and the stage. 'So you are whoring around, you whore.'

'Don't know what you're talking about.' I denied, not understand how Klaus came to this conclusion. 'I don't get it.'

He hit me on my side, 'Don't play dumb with me! I see you and that DJ eye humping each other.'

He wasn't making things up when he had said that; I did have my eyes on the DJ. 'We are not eye humping each other. He doesn't even know me.'

'Well, he knows you now because he's staring at you and I swear your clothes will burn off soon because he won't stop.' Ben chuckled, guessing that he noticed it as well.

'You're crazy.' I didn't think he noticed me at all, I mean he was the DJ. He was overlooking everyone on the dance floor, it'd be dumb to assume he had his eyes on me.

Allison joined in on the conversation, 'I noticed that too! I thought you guys fucked before or something.'

'No! What do you guys think I am?'

'A girl with needs.' Klaus smiled.

'Just because I sneak out does not mean I'm going around sleeping with random people.'

Vanya laughed, 'Okay well, you can with him. There he goes, looking at you. Don't look.'

'You guys lost your minds.'

'Says the girl that sneaks behind dad and her siblings.' Luther joked.

'Okay, Luther don't get me started with you and those girls.'

Luther grunted, 'Ugh. I-'

'Hey, big fella over there.' The DJ got on the mic as he pointed at Luther. 'Why don't you come on the stage, get the crowd going!'

'Go, go!' Ben and Klaus shoved Luther towards the stage, even with him being hesitant and shy. 'Go show what the Hargreeves are all about!'

'I-I can't!' Luther hesitated, planted on the floor even when all of us tried to encourage him to go up there.

The DJ smiled at Luther, then looked at me. 'Dude, bring your friends up here too. We're going to turn this dance floor around for a bit.'

'Come on, he's calling for you!' Allison cheered as she pulled me and Klaus' hand, running up the stage.

Luther, Ben and Vanya trailed from behind, standing next to us while we danced to the DJ's new song he was playing.

Pulling Luther towards me, I gave him the last few sips I had in my cup before I threw it away. 'Here, you are probably starting to sober up. You need more.'

'Ah, Y/N. What makes you think I'm not drunk right now?'

'Because I remember when you were the night-'

'Okay, okay. You and Klaus never let that night go.'

The DJ leaned in as he kept playing music, 'Hey. If you and your boyfriend want more drinks, it's on the house.'

'Ha, she's not my girlfriend.' Luther chuckled.

'Ah, I stand corrected.' The DJ then turned to me and smiled sweetly. 'Would you mind if I buy you a drink?'

I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or him, but I felt my cheeks getting warmer as the cute guy spoke to me. 'No, I wouldn't mind.'

The DJ bit his lip, taking his headphones off and walking downstairs. 'Alright, I'll be right back.'

Allison tapped on my sides repeatedly as he walked away. 'You lucky! He's so cute.'

'Maybe he has a brother. I call dibs though.' Klaus stared at him, eyeing him as he went up to the bar to get some drinks.

While Allison and Vanya continued to dance on the stage, Luther was once again being surrounded by a bunch of girls from the dance floor.

'Y/N is scoring some tonight and Luther is getting all these attention again.' Klaus shrugged his shoulders, looking around. 'What in the hell did Luther do to have these girls crawling around like crazy?'

'Wait, wait. Scoring some? I barely said a word to this dude.'

'Whatever, man. I need to go back down and look for someone now.'

Ben chuckled, patting Klaus on his shoulder. 'I got your back, bro. Come on I'll be your wingman.'

As soon as Klaus heard those words come out of Ben's mouth, they both left the stage so quick I couldn't even speak to them back. Trailing them down the dance floor, I see the DJ coming back on stage with drinks in his hands.

'Here you go, I didn't know which drinks you like so I hope you like this one.' He was sweet, it could've been an act to try to talk to me but I didn't mind for one night. 'I'm Luke by the way.'

'Y/N. And this is perfect, thank you.' I gave him a flirty smile but then was interrupted when I saw something in the corner of my eye.

I looked through the crowd and saw Diego and Five, glaring at me and my siblings that were on the stage. They seemed like how Reginald would react in this situation; catching his children sneaking out at night and hanging out at a club.

Except it wasn't dad, it was my weird brothers that couldn't grasp what fun was. Watching us as if they were disappointed fathers that just saw their crazy teenager kids discovering drinking and partying for the first time.

'Oops.' It came out of my mouth naturally as I stared at Diego and Five, followed by a giggle that I couldn't help. It was funny watching them being weirdly upset with us, especially when it felt like the club was spinning round and round.

'You guys are screwed.' Five mouthed back, shaking his head as he watched us from down the dance floor.

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My eyes shot open, not knowing where I was at for a moment until I realized I was in my room. I then see Diego sitting on my bed side chair, watching me as if he was guarding me.

'Rise and shine, zombie.' Diego chuckled, seeing how crazy I looked with messed up makeup and a bed head.

'Ho-how did I get here last night.' I turned around and looked around, noticed that the cute DJ guy wasn't in my bed. 'I don't remember anything.'

Diego grinned, 'You're curious huh.'

'Where is Luke-Oh no... Did I do something stupid?' I was confused, so confused because I thought everything was going good last night. But now that I didn't remember anything after I said hi to him, I got scared. 'Oh my- Did I do something embarrassing? Fuck.'

'Well, I don't know what you define "embarrassing" but yeah. You definitely made the crowd go wild last night.' Diego started laughing, his loud voice ringing in my ear from my hangover.

Covering my ears, I shook my head. 'Diego... shh. My head hurts okay.'

'This is why I don't drink.'

I shook my head, 'Is everyone back safely?'

'Oh, don't even worry about everyone else, they're perfectly fine. It was you that we had a hard time bringing home, Y/N.'

'So can you tell me what happened?'

'Sure, after you acknowledge that I'm the best brother ever.' Diego raised his eyebrows, adjusting his positioning on the chair.

A light laugh just escaped my mouth, keeping my mouth closed so I wouldn't start burst out laughing. 'You're kidding me right? Really?'

'Yes really. I had to carry you home, tuck you into bed after you kicked and screamed, help you get up so you can throw up. I didn't even know humans were physically able to throw up so much.'

When Diego put it like that, I felt bad that he had to take care of me throughout the night. 'Okay Diego, you're the best brother in the world. Also I'm sorry you had to do all that for me.'

'Aha, no worries. That was probably the most entertaining night ever.' He laughed, 'You were fucking crazy.'

I smiled, I bet Diego really enjoyed me making a fool of myself or whatever I did last night that got him giggling nonstop. 'So are you going to tell me?'

'Hmm, nope. Thanks for the compliment though.'

'Ugh, I hate you.'

'Not according to yesterday you don't.' Diego smirked.

#luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves xreader #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #tua oneshot #the umbrella academy fic #the umbrella academy oneshot #hargreeves x sibling!reader

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years

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caught

summary: Because Diego is acting strange at a family dinner, his siblings sneak into his room at the gym, only to discover somthing they never expected.

request: Hi can you write something for Diego Hargreaves where his siblings try and sneak into his place and figure out why he’s been so secretive as of late and they find him and fem!reader in a compromising position lol, if you can xx ~ anon

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: fluff, making out, Diego without a shirt (!?)

words: 1018

a/n: the gif represents luthers virgin reaction :)) oh and I chose it because diego is smiling for once

taglist: @howmanycaloriesisjeffbezos

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“I‘m home, honey.“

Diego enters his small boiler room with a smile on his lips because he knows someone is waiting for him. While he goes downstairs, he takes off his harness. But before he can hang it on the hock, a pair of hands take it from him.

“What took you so long?“, the female in front of him asks with a pout. She is wearing one of his old shirts and her bare feet touch the probably cold floor.

“Family dinner. They never go as planned“, Diego says and places one of his hands on (Y/n)s cheek. His thumb strokes her soft skin. She closes her eyes for a few seconds and enjoys his touch. But then she turns around and hangs the harness on the hook.

“Then take me with you the next time. It gets boring in here really quickly“, (Y/n) suggests and walks to their makeshift kitchen where she looks for something to eat. Before she can reach for the apple in the basket, Diego turns her around and wraps his strong arms around her waist. He lifts her up onto the counter and grins up at her.

“We talked about this, baby. My family is weird. You would feel uncomfortable the moment you set a foot in the academy“, the man explains between her legs and quickly, presses his lips against (Y/n)s. Her lips are as soft as a cloud looks like. Diego can‘t get enough of this feeling.

Diego places one of his hands around the females neck, his thumb stroking her chin. The other hand wanders all over her body, from her hips to her waist and to her breasts. (Y/n) has her hands behind Diegos neck, playing with his hair.

After some time, (Y/n) lets her hands wander over Diegos chest and to the hem of his sweater. Impatiently, she pulls it over his head and Diego presses his naked chest against her body. Both giggle because they can‘t stop touching each other.

Diego moans when his girlfriends hands wander all over his muscular chest until she starts fiddling with his belt.

Their lips move and their hearts swell with love. No one could destroy this moment for them.

The door gets ripped open and five people rush inside the boiler room. They look as startled as the couple.

Diego turns to where his siblings are standing, with an open belt and no shirt on his chest.

“Kinky.“

Klaus is the first one to say anything. He is leaning against the wall and grins at the two caught lovers.

Luthers eyes are wide open just like his mouth. Allison has both of her eyebrows raised. Vanya looks like a deer in headlights. Five has a huge grin on his lips.

“What are you doing here?“, Diego asks angry and the protective boyfriend he is, gets (Y/n) a blanket he drapes around her. She stays seated on the counter because she is too scared to move.

“We...You...At the dinner...“, Luther stutters and opens his mouth again and again like a fish on land. Five rolls his eyes.

“We all noticed you were acting different the last months. Luther thought you were doing something illegal, so he convinced us to check on you“, Five explains and walks downstairs to sit in the armchair Diego got for (Y/n), so that she could read there. “But what you are doing here is definitely not illegal.“

Klaus is the next one to go downstairs and goes straight to (Y/n).

“I‘m so happy to meet you. It was time for Diego to find someone like you. He started to get grumpy and...“, Klaus smiles at the startled female but can‘t finish his sentence because Diego places a hand on his shoulder and tells him to stop. Klaus shrugs.

“Oh an apple“, he states and grabs the apple out of the basket. Klaus takes a bite and sits down on the bed.

Luther, Allison and Vanya go downstairs too. While Vanya stays next to Five and leans against the armchair, her two siblings join Klaus on the bed.

“I didn‘t invite you here. Why are you staying?“, Diego asks annoyed and angry at the same time. At least, his siblings just ran into him making out with his secret girlfriend.

“Don‘t be so mean to your siblings, D“, (Y/n) says and reaches for her boyfriend. Her hand touches his shoulder, and he moves so that he leans against the counter next to her.

“Yeah, D. Don‘t be so mean“, Klaus says and lets himself fall back on the bed. “I hope you did nothing nasty in this bed.“ Diego and (Y/n) look at each other and smile.

“What‘s your name?“, Vanya asks and tries to change the subject. She smiles friendly at Diegos girlfriend.

“(Y/n).“

“Why didn‘t you take her to the dinner tonight?“, Allison asks.

“Yeah, Diego. Why didn‘t you?“, (Y/n) questions and tilts her head. Diego sighs and rolls his brown eyes. Now his girlfriend and sister are teaming up against him.

“Because you guys would have scared her off“, Diego explains and grabs the sweater from the counter to put it on his chest.

“Well, we aren‘t going to leave until we know everything about her and your secret relationship“, Klaus says with a giggle.

It‘s 3 am when they leave again. All of them have smiles on their lips because the night was better than any family dinner they ever had.

Diegos smile gets even brighter when the door is closed again and his siblings are gone. Immediately, he turns to his girlfriend, wraps his arms around her and lifts her up. (Y/n) laughs and wraps her legs around his waist. Her back touches the cold wall but Diegos lips on hers are enough to distract her.

“The next person coming through this door and disturbing us, is going to feel my rage“, Diego states and walks downstairs with (Y/n) in his strong arms. He lets himself and the female in his arms fall onto the bed and even though they are slightly tired, they aren‘t going to sleep the next hours.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x y/n #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves oneshot #diego hargreeves one shot #diego hargreeves fluff #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #the umbrella academy

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End of the Line, Last of the Fuse

So I already posted this on Ao3 a month and a half ago but decided there's no harm cross posting here too.

Summary: S3 Speculation fic based on the idea that Five could cause the apocalypse. Served with an abundance of sibling family fluff between Five, Vanya and Ben.

NO Harcest. Just good ol family fluff.

Vanya was having an out of body experience. Not literally, but she'd had two of those already and was getting quite good at recognizing what they looked like. They weren't the most pleasant to experience. This was almost the same thing but this time it was like she was watching herself through someone else's eyes.

It was stupid to hope that just because they were back in 2019 (and not even their own fucking timeline) they had left the apocalypse behind. Vanya had caused two different ones already. Never let it be said that she was a well-adjusted individual. (None of the Hargreeves were). Her family had destroyed one timeline and stopped her in another. Vanya didn't realize how terrifying it actually was to be on the outside of the situation. She had always been the bomb before. But witnessing the bomb, go off? The only one who had been able to stop her the last time was Ben, and he had already been dead so the reality had never hit her as hard as the others.

Ben…

Vanya swallowed hard. She missed her brother. The Sparrow that walked around with his face wasn't him. He housed the same horrors and he spoke with the same voice, but his eyes were steely and his tone cut like glass. Nothing like the soothing tone her Ben had employed when talking her down from the LSD induced panic… when asking for a hug before he'd disappeared.

Ben would know what to do. Vanya wished he were here to avert another apocalypse because right now, in the middle of all the chaos, stood Vanya's favorite brother: His eyes glowed a sinister blue just like the power that surged from his fingers affecting the world around them. His uniform, bearing the Sparrow's crest rather than its usual Umbrella, was bloodied in different places.

(Vanya noticed with resounding horror that the blood was still dripping as the uniform's deep red turned almost black).

He was out of control.

Buildings crumbled as time wore away foundations and debris flew suctioned from the magnetic charge that flowed due to the heavily distorted space surrounding them.

Vanya ducked as a piece of debris flew through the air towards her. She fell to the ground and when she clutched at the grass beneath her it had turned a husky brown within seconds. Beneath her fingers it crumbled to dust and mixed with the soil underneath it. Trees and shrubs on the nearby horizon had started to rot and crumble in the same way the grass had. Vanya watched in horror as the little critters in them writhed, collapsed, then died. Birds attempting to take flight fell to the ground and moved no more quickly joining the compost pile with nothing but bones left in the dust.

The cacophony of screeches caused by the pain of the time morph wasn't limited to the animals though. Cries of pain rung through the air as civilians in the nearby vicinity felt their arms and limbs give out due to the sheer force of time.

Vanya looked to her right and saw Klaus had gone ghost white. People were dying. Everything was dying. Caught in a temporal cycle of sped up time.

She looked down at her own hands. The blue veins had become prominent and the skin sagged. Allison and Klaus' hair was already stark white. Diego's normally fluid movements had become jerky and Luther's domineering physique hunched with age.

This was bad.

Another crackle of power left behind the smell of ozone and reality around them flickered as if transitioning through eras. The ground beneath switched from concrete to cobblestones to dirt to field within an instance.

A vortex opened up in the sky and Vanya watched mesmerized at the images that flickered through it.

The Sparrow Academy, the battle with the Commission, the 60s, the meeting with Reginald, Pogo, the moment before they time traveled from 2019, Harold Jenkins, Five blowing up a room filled with briefcases, Dad's death, Allison's divorce, Vanya's book, their siblings moving out of the house one by one, Ben's death, the day Five ran away, their thirteenth birthday, seven strollers in front of the mansion.

Then the illusions sped up.

20th Century. Kennedy, Vietnam, World War II and then World War I.

19th Century. The Civil War, the Declaration of Independence.

18th Century. The Industrial Revolution.

17th Century-

"HE'S TURNING BACK TIME!" Diego shouted in panic. The flickering around them made sense now. All of time was occurring simultaneously. It was no longer linear.

"Is that really such a bad thing?" Klaus said, a half-hearted joke covering his fear. "I, personally, don't mind not being born at all."

"How far can he even go back?" Allison asked. Her voice was an octave higher than usual and her eyes fearfully shifted between Five and their surroundings

It was silent for a moment then: "The Big Bang," Luther whispered horrified.

"But that's before anything ever existed!"

"Exactly!" Luther replied. "And if we go back then it means nothing will ever exist. We'll be lost in a pocket of space time forever."

"Quite the unconventional way to cause an apocalypse," Klaus said nervously. "But when has our dear old Fivey been conventional."

“We need to get to him! Fast!” Diego shouted.

They all got in position to attack and Vanya felt a churning in her gut that this wasn’t right. She didn’t have time to ponder why though because time was literally running out. They had a few minutes at most before Five got to the point of no return. Before they could make a move, the Sparrows appeared. Vanya felt a hot spike of fury fill her.

‘So the cowards appeared,’ her thoughts whispered. ‘After getting him to this point they still have no mercy.’

They made to attack Five who had no problem incapacitating them.

Vanya watched in horror yet sardonic pleasure as Five trapped them each in a pocket of slowed down time. He didn’t even flinch, as if he was expecting the attack, or more scarily: he didn’t even realize they were there. By the time the Sparrows fought their way through, their energy was exhausted and Five's smile was feral as they made their retreat. The whole battle couldn’t have taken more than five minutes. Five against Seven.

They took cover behind a chunk of concrete a few feet away from the Hargreeves and Vanya couldn't fault Diego when he snarled at them.

"If it isn't the birdbrains who are the cause of all of this. What, taking our brother away wasn't enough for you? You had to make him cause the apocalypse and now you're going to kill him too?"

The Sparrows looked at them and, despite their exhausted appearances, let out a chorus of mocking laughs. It grated on Vanya’s ears and she didn’t try too hard to stop the surge that flew threw her fingers. It must have had some affect because the Sparrows stopped laughing although their mocking expressions remained unchanged.

"Is that really what you think?" The one with the hoodie asked. Her face was hidden beneath her hood but the sharp glint of her teeth was visible.

"Not us... who caused... this," their Number Four, Alphonso, hacked out through labored breaths. "Can't say the same about you though."

Then the Sparrow's Number Five stepped forward. She looked at Vanya and her siblings with her lip curled in disdain and disgust. She was so different than their Five. Their Five who was currently causing the world to end. Vanya’s resentment towards her cut off as she spoke.

"At least I had a reason to stay with my family. At least I had a family who love me. I envied him at first, how easily he seemed to have run away from you all but even I'm better off. He wasted so much trying to save you selfish, lost causes. It would have been better if he hadn't. Pity his heart isn't like yours. His love is wasted on you."

"N-no!" Allison yelled. Her voice held fury but stuttered with doubt. "We love him. He's our brother!"

"Oh honey," Her counterpart (Fei? Vanya thought she remembered her name as Fei) mocked. Her eyes held both pity and amusement. "We may both confuddle others but at least I've never done it to myself."

Allison was rendered mute.

Then Ben stepped forward and the ache in Vanya’s chest increased tenfold. Vanya wanted her Ben. Her brother. She wished he'd stop this imposter family's accusations. She wished he’d help Five the way he’d helped her.

This Ben wasn’t her Ben. His words ripped the cruelest of all.

"Look at you all. Pathetic.” He laughed then. “No wonder I died with you as my team. Who could live when you're all so selfish. All at your own tables with your own pity parties no one attends."

Vanya was taken back to the courtyard on the day Reginald cruelly blamed her siblings for her brother’s death. They all looked ill. Klaus looked like he'd been punched in the gut and Vanya knew he felt guilty about keeping Ben to himself after death. This wasn’t their Ben. Their Ben would never blame his siblings for what happened and this Ben had gone too far. Vanya had had enough. She let the fury take over and her power sparked through finger tips, ready to blast the Sparrows away, back to Five’s domain of terror where she knew they wouldn’t survive a second blast, but before it could reach the Sparrows that goddamn cube floated in front of her face and Vanya was gone.

---

Number Seven was 8 years old. Father had refused to allow her to even enter the training room today and every day this week. It was lonely without her siblings.

A crack beside her alerted her to her brother's presence. He’d snuck out to check on her.

"Are you okay, Seven?" he asked kindly. He only ever used that tone with her.

"I’m lonely," she admitted with a sniffle.

"Do you want me to ask Dad to let you train with us?"

Seven looked up fearfully. Five had already gotten into trouble this morning for distracting their father so he couldn't experiment on Number Six and twice before this week for speaking out of turn; Two's stutter was having a bad week and Reginald got impatient. Five had also gotten a cold for going into the mausoleum at night to keep Four company. Their father hadn’t found out yet but every night was a close risk. He had even risked getting caught by their father by going out to get Number Three's favorite hot chocolate when she'd lost her voice the previous week because of her training.

"You'll get in trouble," She worried. Dad hated it if any of her siblings bothered to pay attention to her especially during training.

Seven didn't want to get Five in more trouble than he was already in.

He did it anyway.

---

Five was muttering furiously as he wrote equations on his walls. They were 13 and Reginald had once again refused to let him time-travel. Vanya was fidgeting on the bed, keeping him company and listening to his bursts of angry ramblings.

"Five, why do you think I don't have powers?" Vanya blurted out. She didn’t know where the question had come from. She hadn’t meant to voice it out loud.

Five stopped short. It was a question he'd pondered on a lot as well and always came up blank. If 43 children were born at the exact same time on the exact same day under the exact same circumstances and had powers, then it made no sense for one child to be an anomaly. The fact that 43 children were even born in that way was already one.

"I really don't know, Van," Five admitted honestly.

Vanya tried not to let her disappointment show. She already knew even her smartest brother didn't know the answer, how could he if even their father didn’t know, but it still hurt nonetheless. For a few moments it was silent except for Five's chalk hitting and scraping against the wall as he wrote.

"If you think you have powers though, I believe you," Five said thoughtfully. Vanya thought his statement made no sense since she very much knew she was normal. Her noise of disapproval must have indicated as such cuz Five immediately plopped down next to her.

"If you think you have powers, then you do have powers." He said seriously. "Dad doesn't know everything. You'd probably know better than anyone. So even if we can't see them…"

He trailed off and then stood up and started writing again. Vanya almost cried. For Five to believe something without empirical evidence was unheard of, but he trusted her enough to believe her even though she knew she didn't have powers.

He trusted her enough to believe in her even when she couldn't believe in herself.

"I'll always believe in you too, Five."

---

"But you didn't, did you? " A cold voice hissed. "He needed you and you only thought of yourself."

Vanya grew pale as she remembered all the instances she dismissed her brother.

"Dad always said time travel could mess up your mind."

"Maybe you should see someone. I could always give you my therapist's number. She's really good at what she does."

"New timeline, New me."

“I can’t help you, Five. I don’t even know who I am.”

"Why should you get to decide when you're the reason we're stuck here in the first place."

She broke her promise. He never broke his.

The other Number One, Marcus, looked down at where she’d fallen as Christopher floated away. Unlike his siblings his eyes held no mockery, just pity, as he looked to their broken family.

"Too much pressure means even Rome's walls will fall one day. It self-destructs before the enemy can bring it down."

And a child shunned by the village will burn it down to feel it's warmth.

Vanya knew this better than anyone. In the muddle of her mind, a half-baked thought questioned why and how she was mixing random proverbs together but she ignored it for now.

She blinked back tears as she looked past her family and the Sparrows at Five who was still in the middle of the din. Her bones creaked as she stood up; a reminder of what Five's power was doing to them all. Even the Sparrows weren't spared; the changes of time washing over them too.

She knew what she had to do. She knew how Five felt.

And she didn't need her powers to do it.

Five was tired.

So so tired.

An innocent mistake he'd made as a child of 13 had cost him everything. His home, his sanity, his dreams, his siblings. 45 years of struggle and pain and misery and defeat.

(Oh how he wished he'd listened to his father that day, how he wished he'd conceded to Vanya when she shook her head).

He had the blood of innocents on his hands, his humanity dug out of him with a scalpel in a barter for a way home. Five loathed how much his hands were stained. He preferred when the red on his clothes seeped from his own veins rather than anyone else's.

(He couldn't bear anyone else's. He couldn’t. He couldn’t).

When he'd finally made it home, he told himself he hadn't been expecting a warm welcome back. He hadn't.

Didn't you? His traitorous heart whispered. Or is that what you told yourself after you didn't get it?

His siblings had been almost emotionless as they sat across from him. They'd interrogated him; asking for answers Five knew they'd never understand and yet he answered them anyway. No "how are you?"s. No "are you okay?"s.

Their faces were blank. No worry. Just curiosity, confusion and apprehension. Vanya had written in her book that Five leaving had led to them all slowly drifting then eventually falling apart.

(Then why don't they seem happier to see you?)

There were no tears cried over his arrival and no hugs exchanged and Five buried the hurt with his goal to prevent the apocalypse. There would be time for reunions after. Right?

The Apocalypse…

He'd often questioned if going back was worth it. If saving his family was worth it. Would they even want to be saved?

He'd never tell anyone but he almost ended it once.

---

He'd been somewhere in his 20s. Time was a blur with nothing to keep track of it. He'd wondered why going back even mattered. His siblings were all at rest. He'd dug their graves himself. Would it matter if he dropped down too? Reunite with them in the afterlife or whatever. It's not like they were in any pain. They were six feet under rubble. Dying seemed the faster way to get to them.

That day was the first time he had dropped the handle of the creaking wagon with no intention of picking it up again. He almost said goodbye to Delores before admitting to himself that she was just a delusion of his mind. He gave into his aching feet and malnourished limbs and collapsed. A sandstorm was coming; he could tell by the way the wind was bowling. If he fell asleep before it, maybe he'd wake up to something that wasn't a barren, broken landscape. Maybe he'd wake up to nothing at all. He'd even smiled as he'd lowered the makeshift mask he'd made of his scarf not caring about the ash and dust entering his lungs.

When he'd opened his eyes, the sandstorm was above him. He'd fallen into a ditch and the Rocky terrain had somehow shielded him. His wagon had fallen across from him, possibly pushed in by the wind. Delores stared at him reproachfully from where she was lying upside-down. Even the blood loss hadn’t been enough to kill him.

Five had sobbed.

---

Stopping the first apocalypse had been a bust but he'd stranded his siblings across time. When he'd found them again, none of them wanted to help, too focused on their newfound lives in the 60s. Their easy dismissal of him left a bitter taste in his mouth and their blame on his messy control of his powers was even worse. They saw him and his warning of the apocalypse as a nuisance.

(If they cared so much then why did they have no problem living without him? How was it that his appearance only ever aggravated them?)

They all had their own lives, their own agendas. They were content even if they were out of their own time. Five’s desire to get them home meant nothing to them.

When he met Reginald again for the first time in over 40 years, Five questioned how right he had truly been all those years ago. His memory of why he'd been so confident as a teen was dulled. For the first time in his life, he felt guilty towards the man who called himself his father. He hadn’t been an easy child had he? Was his insolence ever justified even if Reginald had messed them up?

Maybe if he had listened? Maybe if he hadn't thought so much of himself.

(Maybe the suffering of an arrogant thirteen-year-old was deserved.)

No matter, Five figured out how to get them home. Sure, he'd seen his siblings die for the third time before they made it but all things considered, Five was getting pretty used to seeing the people he loved die.

(my fault, my fault, my fault)

Except it wasn't their timeline or their home either. A bunch of other kids had taken their place and his siblings had turned on him. Claire didn't exist. Their Ben was gone. They had no home. They had nowhere to go and they were out of their own time.

His siblings had told him as much battering him with blame and Five had no way to answer. Allison’s sobs as she realized Claire didn’t exist echoed in his ears and Klaus’ haunted look at the way the new Ben had treated them wouldn’t leave him alone. Mom hadn’t recognized Diego either, proving once and for all, they didn’t cross paths with Reginald as children. No, he’d chosen others to replace them.

(My Fault, My Fault, My Fault)

Five needed to fix this. Needed to get them home. When Reginald offered him a place at his new academy, he'd accepted. He didn’t recognize himself in the new uniform and even accepting the deal felt like betrayal but he masked it with his usual indifference. He needed info on the Sparrows. He needed to know what had changed the timeline.

He didn't think about how Reginald's adoption of the Sparrows meant that somewhere in the world, his alternate self was probably with his real parents. A version of himself that Reginald had never bought.

(Did this timeline's version of him have siblings who actually loved him? Did he have people who'd worry if he made the mistake of running headfirst into an apocalypse? Did he have people who would care about how much he was doing to keep them safe?)

He allowed Reginald to experiment on him again even though it made his skin crawl and nausea to well up. He allowed himself to be trapped in the mansion he’d loathed but missed for the majority of his life. He submitted to the man who made him feel 13 again even though he was 58. He did it for his family.

(Five was tired)

(So tired)

His family hated him. The mess they were in was his fault. If only he was more intuitive. If only he had figured out Vanya was the bomb the first time. If only he hadn't overshot when he sent his family to the past and forced the timeline to change. If only he wasn't a failure. If only he had more time.

(MY FAULT, MY FAULT, MY FAULT)

Oh how little he had of it. He never had time. Nearly 60 years of it still wasn't enough. But if he could solve everything, maybe he could even give in to the ever-present desire to rest and rest and rest forever. No more counting minutes.

(No more counting minutes til he could leave Reginald and the oppressive Academy.

No more counting minutes til he would be allowed to time travel.

No more counting minutes til he was free of the apocalypse.

No more counting minutes til he was free of the Commission.

No more counting minutes til he could see his family again.

No more counting minutes til the world was safe.

No more counting minutes til he could rest forever.)

His only consolation was that Vanya was safe. She was unhappy and betrayed but she was safe. She wouldn't cause an apocalypse and that was a relief. Her fuse wasn't lit and although that was a small consolation, Five could work with that. He could. He would. He'd change everything back to the way it was supposed to be. Back to before he'd messed up everything. Back to before the apocalypse nonsense started. Because Vanya always caused the apocalypse when she was upset. Maybe she wouldn’t have if he’d never left. Vanya had been the reason he’d spent his life in hell but he couldn’t blame her. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’d left her first. Even if she didn’t need him to do more than keep her emotions in check.

(None of his family needed him)

In his hysteria, he didn't recognize as time flew past him, long past the moment he wanted to prevent. He didn't see space curl into magnetic whirlpools and multiple realities branch back into the same root. He didn't even see his siblings in front of him, trying to get his attention, weakened by his powers.

He didn't notice his own breaking point; that in his effort to fix everything, he was the cause of it this time.

He didn’t see what the world was becoming. Didn’t feel the power flowing through him, bending space and time to his will.

What he did recognize was his sister's warm embrace. One he hadn't felt in 43 years, but had missed every single day. And what he did see was the tears on her face as she wiped his away.

"Five… Hey, hey… Five. Can you hear me?" She whispered. Her voice was as gentle and soothing as it had always been as she held onto his shoulders firmly but not in a way that hurt.

"Vanya…" He mumbled back.

"You're alright, Five. I've got you. You can stop now."

"You're okay?" Five asked and Vanya had to swallow the lump in her throat because even in distress her brother was thinking only of her. He only ever thought of his family, never of himself. How had none of them noticed this? How could they have blamed him for everything?

"I'm fine, Five."

A shadow of relief crossed Five's face. It’s what he’d needed to hear and a half smile formed before it dropped. His eyes were still electric blue. He seemed to become more aware of his surroundings but not entirely. Vanya knew how that felt.

"It's happening again isn't it? The apocalypse?" Five sounded so tired and Vanya almost cried at the exhaustion in his voice and the tears that filled his eyes. Vanya had never seen Five cry.

"Yes. But you can stop it, Five. I know you can." She gripped his hands that were fisted up by his sides, the source of all the warped energy, (ignoring the sudden pain that shot through her as if it was trying to rip her cells apart and regrow them anew) as if trying to show him it was that simple to make it stop, to cease the apocalypse.

And to Vanya's horror, Five's tears spilled over and his mouth twisted into a trembling smile barely containing his sobs.

"I can't. I tried. I'm a failure. I couldn't save you. I couldn't stop it. I can't stop it."

Vanya looked behind her to see her siblings approaching, gearing up to attack at a moments notice but she shook her head to make sure they knew to keep their distance. She knew what she was doing. She'd been on the other side of the coin twice already. This situation didn’t need aggression.

"Yes, you can. You've stopped it before." Her voice was firm as she tried not to cry, herself.

"I messed up everything. I always do."

"No! No you don't, Five."

"I missed you," Five whispered. The power still surged from his hands but the tendrils weakened slightly. "I thought you all did too."

A tremor laced Vanya's voice as she spoke next but she held firm.

"We did, Five. O-of course we missed you so much. I-I missed you so much. I'm sorry we didn't show it. I'm sorry."

"I always mess it up. I should have stayed there." Five's voice trembled. "In the apocalypse. You'd all be happier."

Vanya felt the echo of her own words in the timeline past. (I'm a monster. I can't control it).

"We wouldn't have. You saved me. You came back after 45 years and you saved me." Vanya looked Five directly in the eye. She wasn't sure if he could see her but he could hear her. That was enough. And she felt her eyes tear harder as she remembered the words her Ben said to her before he died for the second time. "Let me help you. You're my brother. You're not supposed to do this by yourself. You're not alone in the apocalypse anymore, Five."

Five's tears only fell faster and Vanya hugged him. It's what Ben had wanted in his last moments. It's what Vanya had wanted too even though Ben had asked first. Vanya belatedly realized that Five hadn't had a hug in much longer than Ben. Even though he'd been alive the whole time.

And it seemed that's all he really needed because Five crumpled against her and sobbed. The power surge stopped completely and the time vortexes closed and, finally, Vanya allowed herself to cry too.

She mumbled apologies to rival Five's who still believed it was his fault, who was crying so hard she wondered if he could even breathe. And then Klaus was there with his arms around them both, then Allison, then Diego and then Luther. They were all crying.

Because at the end of the day, Vanya wasn't the bomb. All of them were. It just so happened Vanya was the most volatile the first time around. And it just so happened that Five was just as volatile as her but too caught up in stopping the inevitable to acknowledge it.

So the Hargreeves held their oldest brother in his tiny body that still carried the remnants of the years he'd spent malnourished and weak in literal hell. Their little brother who'd sacrificed so much in return for so little and still got nothing in return. And maybe it was too little, too late, as always seemed to be the case with them. But it was a start.

So... That was that. My first TUA fic.

Please leave a comment if you liked anything about this fic and reblog if you can cuz that's the only way tumblr algorithm picks it up and views it in the tag. The concept of the this fic is obviously purely speculation but I love the idea of Five causing the apocalypse and the relationship between the last three numbers really intrigues me too.

#Tua #The Umbrella academy #Five hargreeves #Vanya Hargreeves #Ben Hargreeves #umbrella academy #the sparrow academy #tua fic #tua oneshot #Christopher the Cube #hargreeves siblings #tua s3 speculation #567 #Number five

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Prompt #53

Prompt: I See You In Here At Least Four Times A Day Maybe You Should Get Checked For A Coffee Addiction?

There was nothing Vanya liked to do more, than simply sit at the window counter, sipping her coffee, her laptop in front of her, absolutely no work getting done on her latest writing project, just watching people passing by the coffee shop. Most days of Vanya’s since finishing college were spent like this.

Occasionally she’d get enough work done to send a comprehensible manuscript to a few publishers, get rejected, again, and start all over again. But most days, not much more than a sentence or two would make it to the page.

But two weeks ago, something different happened.

As Vanya actually got some work done, nearing her second full page for the day, when someone slid onto the stool next to her’s. Vanya gave whoever it was a quick “Hello.” keeping her eyes on the page, determined not to loose her pace.

She kept working silently, occasionally sneaking peeks at the, handsome, guy sitting next to her between sips of her coffee. After another hour, her coffee nearing empty and halfway down her fourth page, the guy gave her a quick “Bye.” and left without another word.

Vanya took a break from her work, getting another coffee and a sandwich for a late lunch. As she settled back onto her stool, she noticed that the guy had left a napkin on the counter. Vanya grabbed it, and as she moved to throw it away, she noticed there was something written on it ‘Five’. What the hell does that mean?

She tossed away the napkin with the odd word, already fading from her mind as she finished off her lunch and continued working until it neared, ironically enough, 5, before packing away her stuff, cleaning up her space, and heading back to her apartment.

The next day, like the many, many days before, Vanya returned to the coffee shop just after breakfast, getting her daily coffee before launching into her work. Oddly inspired for the second day in a row, cranking out another 2 pages before someone slid onto the stool next to her’s. Again.

Vanya gave a quick “Hello.” again, getting one in return. Sneaking a look over, she noticed it was the same guy as yesterday, only today, he also had his laptop. Not wanting the stranger to think she was weird, Vanya returned to her work, albeit at a much slower pace than before.

The two typed away in silence, taking occasional sips of their coffees, before he asked, “You come here often?”

‘Just about everyday for the past two years.’ Vanya thought as turned a bit to face the guy while she said, “You could say that. How about you?”

“Not until recently.” The guy was giving her some look she couldn’t quite figure out as he said, “Moved here recently, trying out a few spots.”

“Oh,” Vanya said, hearing the playfulness in the guy whose name she still didn’t know’s voice, “and how’s that been working for you?”

When he didn’t reply nearly instantaneously, Vanya kicked herself for pushing it too far. And just before she could apologize for her socially awkward ass, he said, saving Vanya from further embarrassing herself, “I’m really likin’ this place. Quaint shop. Actually decent coffee. Kind of below the radar. And the view’s not too bad.”

But he hadn’t been looking out the window, rather at her. Okay.

“What’re you drinking?” he asked, nodding to her cup.

“Oh, um,” Vanya stammered, god why was she so awkward, “just a latte. You?” God why couldn’t she think of anything actually interesting to say?

“Don’t worry about it.” he said as he pushed away from his stool. The only reason Vanya knew she hadn’t scared him off just quite yet.

Trying to keep an eye on the mysterious guy’s stuff as she tried to get a little bit more work in for the day, not very successfully, Vanya couldn’t help but wonder who he was. In no time at all, mystery guy returned, holding a coffee in each hand, dropping one next to her nearly empty cup and the other next to his own. “Thanks.” she told him, “But you really did have to do that.”

As Vanya took a quick sip, finishing off her first coffee, he told her, “My father may have been an asshole,-” weird but, okay, “-but he at least taught me to always buy a pretty girl a drink.” which totally did not make Vanya choke on what little coffee was still in her throat.

The guy packed up his stuff again, trashing their empty coffee cups, and moved to leave with another short “Bye.” and a smile on his face.

“Wait,” Vanya called, stopping the guy, “Five. What does that mean?”

The guy waited for a moment before saying, “My name.”

“Your name?” Vanya repeated, “That’s your name? Five?”

The guy, Five, nodded, smug grin plastered on his face, “Can I get yours?”

How was this dude so smooth? “Vanya.” she told him before he left with the ring of the coffee shop’s bell.

Vanya didn’t see Five again for two days. Seriously contemplating the possibility that she had in fact scared him off, causing him to never return to that coffee shop again in fear of running into her again, and likely messing with her by telling her his name was Five.

“Vanya.” a voice, his voice, called from behind her, and as she turned in her seat to look at him, she could see that once again he was holding two coffees; taking her’s from him with a quick “Thanks.” as he settled into what she now referred to as ‘Five’s seat’ he teasingly asked, “You miss me?”

She looked him in the eye, laughing as she teased him, “Your ugly mug? Not at all.”

Five rolled his eyes at her response and as he settled into his seat, instead of pulling out his laptop today like he had before, he pulled out a calculator, a pen, and a notebook with pages of equations Vanya couldn’t hope to begin deciphering.

“No computer today?” Vanya asked, taking another sip at her latte. A bit surprised that he’d remembered her go to order.

“Not today.” Five said, “Gotta get some calculations for my research done.”

Vanya raised an eyebrow at him, asking him in rapid succession,“Research? And what is this research? Anything interesting? Is it for NASA? The CIA? The FBI?”

Five, thankfully, laughed at her teasing questions, but did tell her, “Nothing too fascinating. Just some equations for the theoretical possibility of hypothetical warping of time and space.”

“Huh?” Vanya asked him, because what the fuck just cam out of his mouth?

“Time travel.” Five simplified before asking, “What about you? What’re you working on?”

Vanya gave him a shrug, telling him, “Just some stupid writing thing.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes again, “I’m sure it’s not stupid. I told you what mine was about, so now you tell me what yours is about.” Vanya tried to explain the plot of the book she was working on, a medieval fantasy that her, hopeful, publishers wanted for the children’s demographic, barely keeping her discontent with the book out of her voice.

But apparently she didn’t do a well enough job because Five asked her, “And you hate it?”

“Yep.” Vanya told him, “But it’s what they want, and it’s my job to give it to them.”

“Fuck them.” Five said, “Write whatever the fuck you want.”

Although she appreciated his support, Vanya told him, “I’ve tried that. Countless times, and they always reject it.”

Five didn’t reply, looking quite angry before turning towards his work and began frantically scribbling, muttering various things Vanya couldn’t quite hear to himself. After a few moments of Five muttering himself, Vanya took that as an obvious sign that their conversation was finished and returned to her work as well.

What felt like 10 minutes later, Vanya took a finishing sip of her latte as she looked at the clock on her computer, only to realize it had been nearly 2 hours. Vanya slipped off her stool, tossing her empty cup before moving to the shop’s counter and ordering another latte for herself, and a black coffee for Five; partially because he had gotten her a coffee early, and partially because he still hadn’t told her what he liked so, black coffee.

As Vanya waited for the coffees, she glanced back towards where Five was, last she knew, still grumbling to himself. But when she looked over, rather than still working through his equations like she’d been expecting, Vanaya found Five seeming to be watching her. A little weird, but, whatever.

In short time, the coffees were ready and Vanya collected them, carrying them back to their counter and dropping them by their stuff. Five muttered a quick “Thanks.” as he lifted the cup to his lips, eyes not leaving her’s as he sipped.

Five had a surprised look as he sipped, he gave Vanya a measuring look as he asked, “Why’d you get me black coffee?”

“Well,” Vanya said, finishing her sip of her own coffee, “you still haven’t told me what you actually like, and I wanted to repay you for the coffee earlier.” Five kept giving her his measuring look, prompting her to ask with a nervous laugh, “What?”

“Black coffee.” Five repeated, which did not help Vanya’s confusion.

Vanya, tactfully, asked him, “What the fuck does that mean?”

“My order.” Five said, Vanya now noticed all his stuff was packed away, Five himself was pushing off his stool, “Black coffee.”

As Five started to move toward the door, coffee in hand, his bag over his shoulder, Vanya called after him, “See you tomorrow?”

“I’ve got a meeting tomorrow.” Five said, “And the day after, but if you’ll be here then-”

“Which I will.” Vanya told him teasingly, having a fairly good feeling where this was going.

Five finished with a smirk, “Then I will see you in two days.” And with that, Five slipped out of the small shop, walking the opposite direction of the window Vanya was sat by.

True to his word, two days later, nearly a week after their first meeting, Five was back. And for once, Five was sitting at their counter, already working, coffees waiting on the countertop, when Vanya arrived to the shop.

“Hey,” Vanya said as she slid onto her stool, “you’re back.”

“As promised.” Five replied, a smirk Vanya was quickly becoming quite familiar with present on his face.

Vanya asked Five, “So how were you meetings Mr. Business Man?” as she took her laptop and took a sip of her coffee.

“It wasn’t a business meeting.” Five replied, rolling his eyes. Vanya gave him look and motioned for him to continue, which he did with an annoyed yet amused sigh, “It was for a grant, for my research.”

“Your time travel research?” Vanya asked, remembering the equations he’d been working on a few days ago. Five nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee, followed by Vanya asking him, “And, how’d it go?”

Five shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but Vanya could tell he was proud of himself, “Pretty good. I’ve got another one next week. It’s between me and this other jackass, Henry Larkins or some shit.”

“Harold Jenkins?” Vanya asked, really hoping it wasn’t him.

But the surprised look Five gave her told her that it was in fact Harold Jenkins. “How’d you know that?” he asked her, teasing her again, “Have you been following me or something?”

“No, not at all.” Vanya said, “He’s my ex, real asshole. Kick his ass.”

Five smirked and told her, “No problem.”

The two barely got any work done all day, talking about anything that came to mind. When Vanya realized it was nearing 6, she told Five that she had to go, because if she canceled her dinner plans with Allison again, her best friend might not let her live another day. “You know,” Vanya said as she and Five cleaned up their spaces, “I could help you with your proposal. If you’re willing to accept any help.”

Rather than give her yet another measuring look at that like she’d expected from him, Five simply said, “Sure. Got anything tomorrow night?”

“Nope.” Vanya answered.

Five took a pen out of his bag and scribbled something quickly onto a napkin before handing it to her. “We’ll discuss this more later. See you tomorrow Vanya.”

“Bye Five.” Vanya said as she left, waving at Five through the window as she passed by. And he, begrudgingly, waved back.

As she walked back to her apartment, Vanya looked at the napkin Five had given her, finding ten numbers scribbled out. Five’s phone number. Interesting.

After Vanya returned to her apartment, between getting changed into something Allison would find acceptable and wouldn’t show her best friend that she hadn’t been sitting around all day and leaving to meet Allison, Vanya sent a text to Five, ‘Hey, it’s Vanya’

In a few seconds Five sent back, ‘Hey’ and another few seconds after that another text came through, ‘Do you want to work at my place tomorrow?’

‘On the proposal?’ Vanya sent back.

Vanya could practically feel the eye roll of Five’s attached to, ‘Yes’ then adding, ‘Let’s meet for coffee, like normal’ and ‘Then once you’re done with your work we can go back to my place’

‘Like a date?’ Vanya texted him, not quite sure what she was hoping his reply would be.

But was pleasantly surprised when he replied ‘Sure. If you want’

‘I’ve got to go, but looking forward to our date tomorrow’ Vanya texted back, adding a ‘😘’ for good measure.

And Vanya definitely laughed at Five’s reply, ‘Don’t make it weird’

She typed back ‘No promises’ before slipping her phone into purse and leaving to meet Allison, but all Vanya could think about was her ‘date’ with Five tomorrow. And wondering, why she was so excited about it? It’s just Five.

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