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woundupabadcomedian · 1 year

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i've been thinking of what happens to the baudelaires post-canon (ignoring the beatrice letters bc my heart can only take so much) and god there is so much potential there- so. here are my post-canon baudelaire headcanons bc i have to let them out somewhere!

violet:

she never gets her diploma or anything, instead insisting on working multiple low-paying jobs in order to pay for the needs of her and her siblings (it takes some convincing from klaus to get her to agree that he and sunny should go back to school. before she was willing to figure out some way to homeschool them rather than risk something happening to them while theyre gone)- because of this, they are able to rent a one-bedroom apartment and stay there until she turns eighteen.

violet develops terrible insomnia. when she manages to rest, she can only stay asleep for periods of about thirty minutes before she wakes up again because of some imagined threat. when klaus and sunny ask about this, she just says she must've heard baby beatrice stirring in the middle of the night.

she's incredibly paranoid about what did or did not happen while she was drugged at heimlich hospital.

overprotective to a fault. the first time klaus brings home a boy for her to meet, she nearly attacks him. sunny accidentally starts a small fire while cooking and violet removes the toaster and microwave from the kitchen.

she realizes that she's aroace!! this one could just be me projecting but. she discovers that she has no romantic interest in others, and at first she thinks it's because she's traumatized by the prospect of longterm commitment because of the marvelous marriage. but by the time she's twenty and has seen klaus go through three boyfriends, she finds a term for herself and comes out as aroace (klaus is obviously the first person she tells- he just hugs her and assures her that there is more than one type of love.)

violet couldn't look at bea for the first month on the island. every time she did, she was reminded of both kit's and beatrice's deaths, as well as all the conflicted feelings that came with finding out about her mother's involvement in vfd. once she finally accepted that bea was a baby and had no involvement with kit or her namesake, she was the most loving mother figure she could be.

when she has particularly bad days, she needs reminders that her and her siblings aren't running from anything. there have been times where she ushers klaus, sunny, and bea into a closet because she swears she heard count olaf's voice.

out of all the baudelaires, i feel like violet is the most likely to turn to some sort of substance abuse. do with that what you will.

she doesn't invent anymore. after so long of her inventions only being used out of necessity, she can't bring herself to do it for her own enjoyment. whenever klaus inquires about why she stopped, she tells him that she simply lost interest. all her ribbons have been given to sunny.

klaus:

when they first arrive from the island, klaus buries himself in his schoolwork. he needs to feel useful, and with violet insisting on carrying the burden of being provider for their family, he dedicates himself to being the best student he can, because if his sister isn't even getting to go to school, who is he to get anything less than straight As? this proves to be difficult for him, especially because he struggles with focusing on something if it isn't interesting to him. (he tries not to think of how much of a failure he feels like when violet has to help him with a physics assignment)

he takes care of sunny and bea while violet is at work in the evenings, and is incredibly close with them because of it.

it takes him a year, but he comes to terms with the fact that he was never going to like isadora back, and when he goes to come out to violet, she just replies with "i know" and doesn't bring it up again unless klaus tells her about his crushes.

although it isn't diagnosed, klaus has autism- his sensory issues regarding touch never used to affect him as much until after count olaf. there are days where he will have a meltdown if someone touches him without some sort of warning.

eventually, klaus attends university, and he gets a degree in history. throughout the four years he attended for, he always lived at home.

every time he has to make a major decision, he runs it past violet. whether it be out of habit or reverence, he needs her advice before he can move forward.

he gets frequent nightmares, mostly about his sisters getting hurt. violet has to reassure him when he wakes up that both she and sunny are alive.

sunny:

after the events of asoue, sunny loses a lot of her speech. she doesn't speak gibberish anymore, and what grasp she had on actual english seems to be limited to understanding it and not speaking it.

she spends a lot of her time cooking. with violet working constantly and klaus doing homework even after school, sunny is left to her own devices for a good portion of her day, and so she spends the time perfecting intricate recipes.

sunny is incredibly close with bea. while violet and klaus act as parents to her, sunny is the big sister that enables all of bea's troublemaking, and vice versa.

as sunny gets older, she begins to forget the events that she and her siblings lived through. when violet and klaus realize this, violet seems relieved while klaus is almost offended that they no longer have that shared experience. to avoid this response from him, sunny plays along with anything he mentions from her infancy, hoping that he won't question it when she doesn't add anything to the conversation, instead just nodding along.

sunny, around the age of ten, begins rebelling in any way she can from violet's micromanagement. this leads to a feud between them that lasts months, as sunny sees her sister's strict rules as obsessive, while violet sees it as doing her best to keep sunny safe.

when sunny loses her baby teeth, the teeth that grow back in are normal in sharpness. she doesn't know how to cope with the fact that the one thing that supposedly made her helpful to her siblings is now not even something that she can access if she wanted to.

#asoue #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #beatrice snicket

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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are y’all ready for a showerthoughts au?? a little brain wiggle that decided to invade my brain once water hit by body?? well buckle up kids bc here we have a bizarre au where five both is and isn’t the main character

SO we start with the premise that, when Five worked for the Commission, he had health checks and doctors visits and all that. In the comics he was genetically experimented on and his aging is halted, but I don’t think they’re going that way in the TV show bc young actors age

but my whole point is: they probably have samples of Five’s genetic materials

(disclaimer: i am not a scientist and don’t know how any of this stuff works)

and wouldn’t it be so useful to have trained and loyal soldiers with the same ability to jump in space and time who are completely molded to your will? Isn’t that a brilliant idea? In this au, the Handler definitely thought so (and if she had grand plans to eventually sick her new assassins on Five and give him the shock of his life, well that’s too bad isn’t it)

except it doesn’t entirely work. Five’s DNA is actually kind of unstable? From his space jumps and time jumps, every time they attempt to clone him it fails and they end up with nothing. They keep tweaking things, but they have a limited supply of usable genetic material and they rack up failures. They almost give up when one child finally, finally, succeeds and makes it through the fetal stages and takes his very first breath surrounded by breathless scientists who are whooping and hollering in joy

They don’t name him. He’s a weapon. But they refer to him as ‘The Boy’ and the Handler is so tickled pink by the comparison with Five’s hero name that she refuses to name him anything else, even a project name or experiment number.

The Boy grows up. He’s trained. He goes through grueling training to become the perfect assassin, with the Handler standing over his shoulder and smiling the whole while - likely imagining the day he would be old enough to take down her original nemesis.

And Boy doesn’t know anything else. He grows up, and he ends up getting sent with other agents on missions. Sometimes as a prop, a child helping them blend in and get closer to a target, and sometimes as the assassin.

The theory is that raising him in isolated Commission environment, without siblings to care about, without a world to care about, he will be perfect.

(They shouldn’t have sent him on missions.)

He knows something isn’t right. He knows something is missing. He gets check ups every week until he’s six and then it becomes every month. And scientists talk. They marvel at his stability where ‘the others’ failed. He knows he isn’t the first child they tried to make.

And for whatever reason, the idea that at some point he wasn’t alone is an important one. And he’s curious. He wants to know about the other children who failed, the ones who didn’t make it, the ones who were his siblings. It’s an idle curiosity, of a child who went on missions and saw families and recognized something that he didn’t have.

He’s perfect. He was raised in the Commission. There’s no reason to believe he’ll defect, because there’s nothing for him to defect to. His entire life is the Commission.

(Sometimes, the Handler takes his face in her hands. Her nails dig into his cheeks in he tries to look away and so he doesn’t, standing perfectly still with a thousand yard stare. Sometimes, she calls him ‘five point two’ with a delighted smile and he doesn’t know what that means.)

No one expects him to rebel even a little bit, and really picking the locks on the record room and reading old logs barely counts.

(He can’t jump, not in the building. The first thing that the Commission did is figure out a way to sense when he jumps. They can’t figure out where he goes, but they know when it happens. If he jumps unauthorized, his punishments are severe. Hence: the lock picking.)

He wants to find records of his siblings, of the experiments and the failures. He wants to know how many came before him.

Instead, he finds a photo of himself. Except not quite. It’s him but older, obviously taken from a security camera and cropped. It’s an incident report, which shouldn’t be filed here. Something that slipped through the cracks. He reads the report, and his eye catches on the name. Five. Status: Unknown, the report proclaims, but it’s an old report.

The Boy’s first thought is not that Five is the original. Because the Boy has been around long enough to know what normal names are like, and as an experiment it would make sense for them to be named numbers, experiment numbers. The Boy doesn’t look at the picture and think that’s where I came from.

Instead, he looks at it and he thinks - brother.

He thinks that he wasn’t the first success that the Commission had with jumping kids. He looks at the teen in the photo and thinks that Five is another Commission experiment. And the Boy is so lonely. He tucks the picture up his shirt with care.

He scours through the rest of the piles for any information on this Five, but comes up empty handed. The report with the original mention was filed incorrectly, he wasn’t supposed to see it at all. But the report didn’t say deceased, didn’t say mission closed or objective complete or anything like that. It said that Five’s status was unknown. Which meant he escaped. Which meant he might still be out there.

The Boy might have family that was alive.

He keeps his knowledge close to his heart. He breaks into every records room he can get his hands on. But the Handler was thorough in her classifying of Five’s existence (until the time was right to kill him, of course) and the Boy doesn’t find another hint for a long time.

And then, like magic, he does. He’d been looking through old reports and, on a whim, decided to look at the newer ones. There was a mission to kill someone in a city in 2019, and there was a special note to be careful and extra covert because former agent Five was known to be hostile to Commission Agents.

Which meant that Five was alive. And that he was in that city. In 2019. The Boy had a time and a place and a date and, for the first time, hope.

In the end, it’s a crime of opportunity. He’s sent on a mission with an older agent who is mean. The older man is unimpressed with being assigned to, in his words, babysit a child. So it’s maybe a tiny bit vindictive when the Boy grabs the suitcase and jumps, leaving the man behind and stumbling out into an alley in a city he’s never seen before.

He destroys the suitcase, knowing it can be used to track him. And maybe he was a bit impulsive - because it’s a big city and there’s only one of him and he has no idea where to start looking.

But luck is on his side, because the Boy has been living homeless for weeks trying desperately to keep under the Commission’s radar (it helps that they tread carefully as well, unwilling to draw attention to themselves) while also looking for his one family connection. And he’s squatting illegally in a building, and he gets busted.

And he’s tired, and exhausted, and hungry, and jumping right now is a terrible idea. He could kill the officer with ease, but that would draw even more attention to him and just. Ugh.

But he’s taken to the station, and there’s a woman there who blinks at him and says - “Five? What are you doing here?”

And all the Boy can do is blink stupidly at her.

The woman, Detective Patch her desk says, sighs deeply at him and shakes her head. She waves off the officer who brought the Boy in, “I’ll call Diego. What they hell were you doing in that abandoned building?”

“Uh - ” The Boy tries, because she asked him a question, but words are escaping him right now. This woman thinks he is Five. This woman knows Five. His brain is running at a million miles a minute and this is the best lead he’s had since he landed here and somehow he can do nothing but stare at her with wide eyes.

“Never mind.” Detective Patch says, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’m sure I don’t want to know. Just sit tight a minute, okay?”

His body moves on autopilot to sit down, used to obeying orders and never questioning them. Even so, he’s almost vibrating in place in excitement.

The detective is on the phone. The detective nods. The detective hangs up.

“Someone will be by to pick you up in a minute.” She informs him, “Don’t go traumatizing my coworkers in the meantime, you hear? You know where the bathroom is if you need it.”

The Boy does not, but it’s easy enough to figure out. He ends up staring at himself in the mirror, and quite frankly he looks like hell. He’s been homeless for weeks, and while he’s better off than many due to his skills as a thief it’s still not great. And he’s about to meet Five, his family. He has to look presentable! He runs the faucet and scrubs at the dirt on his face and runs his hands through his hair to try and look presentable. It doesn’t really work, but it’s the best he’s going to get.

By the time he comes out, there’s a man standing at Detective Patch’s desk. He’s wearing all black and has - knives? The sight automatically makes the Boy wary. But surely a Commission agent wouldn’t be so obvious? The Detective sees him, and the man turns to follow her eyes.

He has a scar on the side of his head, the Boy observes. He wonders where he got it.

“I don’t have time to be bailing your ass out, Five!” The man barks, and he sounds angry. The Boy can’t help the flinch - it’s never good when adults are angry with him. It always leads to more pain. The man tracks the small movement and frowns.

But he does soften just a little bit. “C’mon.” He says, still gruff. “Klaus is waiting in the car.”

The Boy doesn’t know who Klaus is, but if following the man will get him closer to Five then he’s going to do it regardless of personal discomfort. The scarred man goes around to the drivers side, and the Boy is left hovering uncomfortably between the passenger and backseat door.

He hasn’t been told where he’s allowed to sit.

“Don’t worry!” The man in the back, presumably the Klaus that was mentioned, hollers through the door, “Ben’s good wherever!”

And yeah, that makes even less sense and the Boy still doesn’t know what to do.

Thankfully the scarred man rolls his eyes, “Just get in the back.”

The Boy does so, sitting gingerly on the leather seat and trying not to stare at either of the two strangers who now have him inside an enclosed space. The glittery man, Klaus, looks towards the empty passenger seat with a confused crease to his eyes.

“What happened, Five?” The scarred man asks bluntly as he pulls out.

The Boy... doesn’t know how to answer that either. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out even though he was asked a direct questions.

“You have... an episode?” The man asks almost gently, tiptoeing around his phrasing like a man afraid of setting off a live grenade. The Boy is sure it would have been helpful, if he knew what the fuck the man was talking about to begin with. As it is, he’s even more confused.

Klaus coos softly, looking concerned from what the boy can see of his reflection in the window. Not knowing how to respond, he stays silent. Clearly though, that means something to both of the men because the scarred one nods and they both drop it.

They pull up outside a big house. Both men get out of the car, and look confused when the Boy stays in place. He hasn’t been given permission to exit the vehicle yet though, so he’s not sure why they look concerned. These two aren’t very good Handlers, he hopes they’re not the ones in charge of Five.

“Uh,” The scarred one clears his throat, “We’re home dude. C’mon.”

That’s about as much of an order as he’s going to get around here, probably. And if the scarred man says that we’re home, including who he assumes is Five in that sentence, then that means - his search is over?

Suddenly eager, he jumps in a flash of blue over to the door. It’s not allowed, and immediately icy shock goes down his spine and his brain is alight with anxiety, but nothing happens. He’s not in the Commission. They can’t track his jumps outside of it.

Before he can spiral further into panic, the door is opened and he’s being swept inside. It’s big. It’s really big.

“Is that you, Diego?” Someone calls from within the house, “Dinner’s almost ready! Five said he’s gonna be late - ”

A woman emerges from a room, a towel in her hands. She’s tall, is the first thing the Boy notices about her. Her hair is curly - he likes it.

“Patch called me.” The scarred man - Diego? - informs the woman, who immediately frowns at the Boy. He hunches his shoulders in a little. “I think he had an episode or something, I dunno. He’s acting weird.”

Somehow or another he’s ushered into the kitchen. There’s even more people in there. There’s a lot of people in this house. There’s another woman, who is short and mousy. She gives him a small smile when he enters. There’s a man as well, tall and broad and scary looking. The Boy tries not to look him in the eyes.

There’s fussing and suddenly everyone is sitting down at the table except for the Boy.

He shuffles his feet, and all eyes are on him, and he has to speak he has to. He’s here. It’s important. He hasn’t been asked a question, but the other homeless people didn’t hurt him for talking, so. It’s a risk he’s going to have to take.

“Uh,” He says, voice small and eyes darting around the room, “Where’s - I mean. Where’s Five?”

“What do you mean where’s Five?” Klaus exclaims, looking confused. Everyone is looking confused.

“I want - uh, I’d like to meet him. If he’s here.” The Boy stumbles, and he knows it’s a misstep to says words like want and like but it’s the truth.

The scarred man has slowly put his hand to the knives still strapped to his body, looking especially alert. It kind of makes the Boy want to run in the opposite direction, “Are you saying you aren’t Five?”

“He jumped from the car!” Klaus protests, looking from a single point in thin air to the Boy and back again. Which means that Five can also jump? The idea that someone else has the exhilarating and terrifying ability to jump is somehow an incredible relief to the Boy. He’s not alone. Klaus looks the Boy directly in the eye with an intensity that has the Boy’s eyes darting away, “Are you having an episode right now?”

A few people at the table nod their heads as if agreeing but that’s not what the Boy wants. He’s so close. He shuffles his feet again.

“I’m - I’m sorry. For not telling you at the station.” He finally offers, “Detective Patch called me Five, and then she called you, and just - please.” The sorry made them look alarmed but it’s the please that really gets everyone attention and Diego has drawn a knife that he holds loosely in his hand.

There’s a flash of blue off to the side and suddenly the Boy is looking in a mirror and his mirror image stiffens in alarm. Another small flash and his doppelganger has a knife in his hand as well, face twisted into a snarl.

“Who the hell are you?” The boy who must be Five bites out.

The Boy’s eyes dart around the room. Everyone’s standing now, moving automatically to stand behind Five, recognizing him as the real deal.

“I’m - I’m the Boy.” The Boy says, and the fact that all of the faces react in a weird way make the Boy wonder what that’s all about. “I think - I think you’re my brother?”

Well that sets the cat among the chickens.

It takes a while, but eventually they all gather in the living room and the Boy is sat on one of the comfortable couches and Five is across from him peppering him with questions.

“You - you came from the Commission, too, right?” The Boy interrupts hesitantly.

Five frowns, “Sort of. Not in the way you did, I imagine. I worked for the Commission.”

The Boy nods, and pulls out the picture that he kept. The one with security footage and the very first inkling that he might not be so terribly alone in the world. Five plucks the picture out of his hands, and the Boy pretends it doesn’t give him anxiety.

“The report said status: unknown.” The Boy tells Five as if he doesn’t already know, but the nerves keep the words coming. “Which means - which meant you didn’t die. They always told me I was the only one that survived but - but they lied! You’re here! You’re like me!”

“I don’t understand.” The big man - Luther, apparently - says, crossing his arms. The Boy almost forgot he was there for a moment (stupid) and flinches. “Where did the new Five come from?”

Five shrugs, “Alternate timeline, maybe? Steal me as a baby and raise me as a Commission weapon?”

The Boy blinks. Does Five not know? Not know they were grown in a lab? Maybe Five never knew about the possibility of siblings?

“The Scientists grew us.” He tells the man, because if he has more information then he has to share it. “The - The DNA was uh, unstable though. ‘Cause of the jumping. So they kept failing. Except then they succeeded! They said I was the only success but they lied.”

There’s a heavy silence in the room.

It’s broken by Five, who looks at the Boy with a sort of softness that the Boy gets the feeling isn’t all that common.

“They didn’t lie.” He tells the boy softly, as if he isn’t dismantling the Boy’s entire world view. “You said they had DNA, right? That DNA had to come from somewhere, right?”

The Boy processes that, and suddenly he can’t believe he was so stupid. Of course he had to come from somewhere. There had to be an original. And the Handler’s comments about five point two make a stupid amount of sense.

“But - ” The Boy stutters, shoulders hunching, “But your name is Five? That’s an experiment name.”

There’s some kind of reaction going on in the background, but the Boy only has eyes for Five, his - his original?

Five just nods, “I wasn’t a Commission experiment, but the man who took me and raised me - he didn’t think of me as a person, either. And when I worked for the Commission, they were - interested in my abilities.”

So the Commission stole an experiment. Tried to recreate an experiment they didn’t own. The Boy was a copy of something that wasn’t supposed to belong to the Commission in the first place.

“I came from you.” The Boy says, slowly, looking at his feet as he turns the thought around in his head. “Does - does that make us... still family?”

There’s a heavy silence.

It makes the Boy nervous enough to just blurt out his thoughts. “I don’t - I don’t want to go back! They’re scared of you. Please, I won’t bother anybody - you won’t even know I’m here, I promise.”

Because that report had told the agents to be wary, to be careful, to not cross Number Five. The Commission didn’t mess with Five, and if the Boy stayed close then that meant they probably wouldn’t try get him back, right?

Suddenly there’s a weight next to him and an arm slung over his shoulder and he’s still as a board as he whips his head to look around at - Klaus?

“Aw kid,” Klaus coos at him, and even though the proximity is weird it’s also kind of nice? Klaus squeezes his arm and for some reason it doesn’t feel like a threat. “We’re not gonna make you go back, right guys?” Everyone mumbles their agreement, though Five stays silent.

“You’re Five-o’s clone, right? And if Five’s family that automatically gives you a free pass as family as well!” Klaus grins, “I know you only expected one sibling, but mi familia es su familia, ey?”

And somehow, that’s that. It’s agreed that the Boy gets to stay and there’s a flurry of activity and somehow throughout it all Five sticks around just enough to ease a little bit of the Boy’s anxiety.

It’s not going to solve the Commission problem, and every time the Boy brings up something about his life at the Commission or is confused about something mundane the family’s heart break a little bit more, but honestly their entire family existence has been a wild roller coaster of a ride so this might as well happen

and if Five is furious enough at the highkey violation of getting an unauthorized clone and decided that maybe it’s time once and for all to get rid of the Commission well. Dismantling a shady government organization is practically what passes for family bonding to them all, right?

#for some reason my shower brain was stuck on the thought of a clone of five #maybe bc of the robot five au where i mentioned about him hiding his robot-ness bc a Commission with a fleet of Five's is terrifying #so here's an au about a clone five #who is raised by the Commission to be the perfect weapon #who eventually defects because trying to find family is basically written in his DNA #just a whole baby who just wanted one family member and ended up with seven #Klaus: does this mean five's a dad #Five: technically we have the same genetic material. he's my twin.#Allison: regardless of anything he needs a PROPER NAME #i feel like the boy ends up being close to Klaus #bc Klaus provides hugs #and the Boy doesn't really know what hugs are per se but they feel really nice #Klaus: lmao y'all have fun wrecking the commission i'm gonna sit on the couch and eat cheetos #the boy: i don't know what a hug is #klaus: actually you know what it's time to take the commission the fuck DOWN let's DO THIS i have DYNAMITE #tbh the family probably do end up putting the boy on a more claire level of family #'smol child related to us: to be protected and loved'#tua #the umbrella academy #tua au #five hargreeves #number five #klaus hargreeves #diego hargeeves #the handler #the commission #the commission boy au

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klaus-is-the-real-number-1 · 4 years

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Stop crying your heart out (Number 5 x reader)

ASK: I saw the post you reblogged about Five crying and I was wondering if you could do one like that, where Five is so frustrated, hits the point where he breaks and reader tries to comfort him (if reader could be taller than him I would love that) maybe at first he doesn’t want to get comfort bc makes him “weak”, but eventually gives in? I just love angsts.

A/N: Not the most angsty but it is a lil, hope this was what you were hoping for!

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Anger is fire. Smouldering embers ready to set fire to anything it comes in contact with, spreading and engulfing with no remorse to those in its path. It can either grow and blossom or wilt and die like a plant, it just needs the right conditions to keep it alive. Someone taken over with anger is unstoppable, unpredictable and uncontrollable, not caring who they hurt in their path, just like fire. Eventually, all fires must come to a stop, wether its life is ended by opposing forces or it burns itself out but either way, it doesn’t go out without a fight.

Anger is destruction, annihilating everything within reach and leaving a wreckage behind it. Once it had taken over, nothing would stop the carnage it caused to the person who was infected and their surroundings, total demolition occured. But he was a gazelle in an ever expanding jungle, swift, sagacious, secretive. Only he knew where the jungle was but he couldn’t hide his scent forever, soon the hyenas would catch up and finally have the last laugh.

Buzzing filled the quiet room, reaching out desperately trying to find the source of the noise in the ungodly hour of the night. Finally, your hand lands on your buzzing phone, squinting to read the screen before answering, not even being able to get a word as words rushed into your half asleep mind. Objects came into focus as your eyes adjusted to the darkness that resided in your room, not even being able to understand the fast paced words that were hurtling towards you. “Klaus, please slow down.”

“Something’s up with Five.”

Rain pounded onto the streets as you ran towards the Academy, thunder roaring in the sky. Coldness seeped into your core as your clothes became drenched from the rain, puddles splashing as you collided with them at full force, droplets splashing up as if an atom bomb had gone off. Feeling like a fish in an ever expanding pond, finally being caught by predator, your heart raced thinking about the worst case scenario that could be happening in the Academy.

But you weren’t paying attention, being careless with your steps in your haze of worry. Head first, you collided with the rough ground, air forcing its way out of your lungs and hands burning as they tried to brace your fall. There was no time to think about the ever growing burning radiating up your palms and into your palms and up your legs, almost meeting in the middle but you didn’t care, you had to make sure he was okay.

The dark doors loomed down on you as you reached out to knock before slowly pushing it open. Moonlight illuminated the hallway as you stepped in only to throw you back into the darkness of the unknown, back into the ever expanding pond in which you were oh so small. Shaking from the cold, you slowly made your way up the stairs, knowing exactly which turns and twists to take to get to Fives room. A small crowd was gathered anxiously by his door, shocked eyes took in your shaken and soaked figure adorned with grazed knees and hands.

A small smile came over your face when you saw the Hargreeves siblings, only to drop when you heard the silence echoe in the corridor with nervous looks between you and Fives door. Taking a deep breath, you twist the doorknob, not knowing what to expect. Five had these moments where every now and again he would forget where he was, forget that there wasn’t an impending apocalypse; or at least that we knew about, but when he got like this he was a bomb, just ticking away waiting to explode.

When he explodes it’s as if a petrol bomb was thrown, his flames of anger and sorrow charing everything he touches, unstoppably spreading until he burnt himself out. All anyone could do is wait it out, wait for the wildfire to stop spreading to then care for the embers after to make sure they went out. It was a hard task for everyone involved but always took an even harder emotional toll on Five, just as he gets better it happens again and there was no clear trigger that lights him up, there was never any warning.

As you closed the door quietly behind you, your eyes rested on the complete carnage that lay ahead, writing upon writing was scribbled all over the walls that had been freshly painted, books lay sprawled across the floor, open at random pages with some even torn out or wrote on. Snapped pencils and scrunched up paper piled over the trash can and littered onto the floor, almost providing a trail that led somewhere, someone.

Five was bunched up in the corner, his knees tightly pressed against his chest with his face covered by his hands almost making himself appear as small as possible. Slowly, you approach the quivering boy, unsure if his embers will turn into a flame as you touch him or will die out into a smoke; he was unpredictable.

“Five?” Kneeling down next to him you cautiously place your hand on his shoulder, unsure of his next actions.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Suddenly he sprung up, muttering to himself, going back to pacing around his room. Words such as ‘apocalypse’ and ‘end of the world’ flowed from his mouth. All you could do is stay on the floor and repeat his name but it only fell on deaf ears, it was like he couldn’t even see you were in the room.

On the fifth repeat of his name his head snapped towards you sat on the floor as if he had only just realised where he was at all, his eyes scanned the torn apart room as you stood up and got closer to him. His frantic eyes met yours but never really saw you, his eyes were clouded with fear. “The world is going to end in ten days.”

“Five we’re not in 2019 anymore.” Carefully you grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at you to try and break the trace like frantic state he was in. “You’re safe now.”

All of a sudden, a heartbreaking sob wretched its way out of him, almost involuntarily. His fire had been put out as the aftermath rolled over, tears streamed down his face as he struggled to breathe through his sorrow. Pushing you away, he turned, not wanting you to see him in the state he was, he couldn’t be seen as weak.

Anxiously, you stepped in front of him and held him close, wrapping your arms around him so he couldn’t escape. He weakly tried to pry from your grip, his sobs only growing stronger but you stay put. Eventually, he gave up trying to push you away, allowing you to hold him before reciprocating the hug. You gently rest your head on top of his, bringing your hand to stroke his hair as he continued to cry.

“You’re safe now, Five.”

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