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also ‘how could I forget my first failure’ WE NEED MORE ON YHIS PLEASE

HAHAHAHA I was feeling a little cheeky when I put that line in. Felt like buying those fake moustache’s just to twirl it mischievously 🥸

I’m SO excited to get around to writing her ‘first failure’.

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five 🤝 the handler 🤝 giving y/n shit

‘I’ll watch you bleed out beneath me with a laugh on my face’ and ‘close your mouth dear, you don’t want to catch flies’

but also on the note of giving y/n shit, I hope we get to see at some point a bit of a hurt/comfort dynamic between her and five, I feel like coming full circle would HURT

LITERALLY what I was thinking when writing this chapter. Y/n can never catch a moment of peace and quiet without having to catch someone’s fists.

Prepare yourselves cause the hurt/comfort will be coming soon… But before that I’ve got some more hurt/no comfort for both Y/n and Five to go through.

Hopefully it’ll feel as satisfying as I think it’s gonna be when they finally comfort each other AFTER 3 YEARS OF HATING EACH OTHERS GUTS

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It’s SO frustrating

Took your advice and started to aggressively and repeatedly tag as many accounts that allowed me to tag them on chapter 9 THATS IS NOW OUT

Hopefully the issue is mostly resolved.

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MAAM DID YOU SEE THE SEASON 4 TRAILER? WHAT WAS THAT SCENE WITH FIVE HUGGING LILA?

YESSS I WAS SO SHOCKED AND GLAD AT THE SAME TIME THAT FIVE IS FINALLY GETTING THE HUG HE DESERVES!!! He really had to go through multiple apocalypses to show physical affection 😭

But the real question is why is Lila crying- and crying to Five of all people?

Maybe the Commissions coming back?? Or they’re isolated from the others???

I have so many theories my head is actually going to explode.

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Whispers

Five Hargreeves x f!reader

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Death wish

"You both look good," The Handler observed. "all things considered."

"It's good to see you again." My stomach churned at his response.

The woman smiled, tilting her head up slightly as if reminiscing an old memory. "Feels like we met just yesterday. Of course you were both a little bit older then." A hostile smile began to stretch across her face. "Congratulations on the age regression. Very clever." Her eyes then averted to mine. "Threw us all of the scent."

Five used whatever strength he could summon not to scoff right then and there. "Ah well, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections and..." His lips pressed into a tight lipped smile. "Well, you know. Here we are."

I shot a glare towards the boy. The more he spoke, the more he seemed to implicate his actions with mine.

Her crimson lips twitched upwards. "Yes," She spoke. "Here you both are."

"But you do realise your efforts are futile. So why don't you tell me what you really want."

What I was promised--

"I want you to put a stop to it." Five replied.

"You realise what you're asking for is next to impossible, even for me. What's meant to be is meant to be. That's our raison d'etre, our purpose."

Five reached into his holster and pointed a gun towards The Handler, standing comfortably with a hand in his pocket. "Yeah?" He hummed, his tense shoulders contrasting the carefree tone he boasted as if he were in control. "Well how about survival as a raison?"

"I'll just be replaced," The Handler shrugged. "I'm but a... small cog in a machine." She was clearly unimpressed that even Five had settled with the naïve conclusion that all his problems would be eradicated with her demise. A thought many before him had proceeded with in the past. A thought that I had attempted to act on too many times to count, only to be slapped back into reality and be forced to come to terms with the harsh truth.

I was lucky to have The Handler. Luckier than most who were slaving away back in the confines of the Commission with the false promise of escape.

The woman began approaching Five in measured steps, facing the barrel of the gun shamelessly. "This fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family and kidnaping y/n to stop the apocalypse," She paused as Five gradually began to retract the gun, his fist trembling in anger and teeth dug deep into his tongue. "is just that. A fantasy."

She then turned to face me. "And I'm more than positive that you're tired of being held hostage by someone you despise." As Five began to open his mouth to respond, The Handler smoothly proceeded, "You're one of my most valuable assets- maybe even my most- so I'm willing to turn a blind eye and..." She paused, her blue eyes glinting in familiarity. "cut a deal with you."

"No--"

"Yes." I firmly stated, glaring at the boy beside me. "I would be more than happy to."

"What do you think you're doing--"

I snapped my neck towards him and scowled. "What I should've done from the beginning."

"Don't think we're leaving you out, Fivey. We want to offer you a new position back at the Commission." She lifted her hand towards him as if in surrender. "In management."

This caught my attention immediately, my lips parting slightly as I caught myself from protesting to her decisions.

Five sputtered in response, almost not finding his words. "Sorry," He scoffed. "what's that now?"

"Come back to work for us again. You know it's where you belong." The Handler was closer to Five now, his gun faltering ever so slightly.

"Well it didn't work out too well the last time."

"But you wouldn't be in the correctional division any longer. I'm talking about... the home office." She spoke. "You'd have the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel."

The platinum haired woman chuckled before any of us could object. "You're a distinguished professional in," She paused, dramatically inhaling a deep breath as her eyes roamed Five's figure. "school boy shorts. We have the technology to reverse the process for the both of you."

The boys shoulders slumped slightly, showcasing his eventual defeat to the Handlers flattering promises and honeyed words. Both which he knew would eventual morph into sweet nothings to trap him into her tapestry of lies. Each web sewn delicately with a careful equivocation to back up every false pretence ever spewed from those red stained lips.

"I mean, you can't be happy like this." She proceeded, her polished manicured hand clasping over the gun, gently pushing it down.

"I'm not looking for happy." He rasped.

The Handler left a trail of feather light touches along Five's cheek, her fingers just brushing his skin, as she said, "We're all looking for happy. We can make that happen."

"We can make you... yourself again."

He sighed, his eyes averting from place to place abruptly. "And what about my family?" Five countered.

"What about them?"

"I want them to survive."

I rolled my eyes, grumbling a curse in annoyance at how thick Five's skull presented itself to be time and time again. And it seemed the same thought was running through the Handlers mind as she glared blankly at the boy before looking away with a sigh, her gaze landing on the statue-like bodies of Luther, Diego and Klaus.

She puckered her lips. "All of them?"

"Yes," His eyes narrowed. "All of them."

The woman flexed her hands and reached for her sunglasses, placing them back on top of the bridge of her nose in a swift movement.

"I'll see what I can do."

There was no way in hell Five would fall for something like this so easily. The boy would be the next person after me to have witnessed the brutalness and severity of what the actions of the Commissions Handler can lead to. Especially if ones future relies soley on a deal based on a 'maybe'- an uncertainty.

She raised a hand, her lips turning into a smile.

“So, do we have a deal?”

The question lingered in the air for longer than it should have, the weight of each of the Handlers words staining the tense atmosphere like venom does to its prey.

Any wrong word or movement could result in two of, or all of us dead. And I was more than ready to make the former come true if necessary.

Five looked down to her hand, to her eyes, then twisted his neck to meet mine with brows furrowed from the constant weight of suspicion burdening him and his every thought.

"One thing." He turned away and took long strides towards Hazel and Cha Cha, placing his gun back into the holster attached to his hip, and reached down, de-assembling one of the duo's pistols and flinging it away. Hastily, he made his way back and reached towards the bullet hanging mid air aimed for Luther, repositioning its trajectory away from his brother.

Back in the situation he was in seconds ago, repeating his actions he looked down at the Handlers stretched hand, but quickly halted himself from making contact. "Actually scratch that." He licked his lips hastily. "One more thing."

This time he took a few steps towards me, his palm coming to grip my wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled me away from the woman's intruding presence.

"What is your problem?" I hissed, my face scrunched in a mixture of pain and frustration. Clenching my jaw, I did my best to hide the pain and focused on Fives gaze.

His darkened eyes bore into mine intensely as his forehead wrinkled and nose scrunched in disgust, lips pinched into a tight scowl. The pain in my wrist quickly subsided into a dull numbness as Five tightened his palm further, pulling me eerily closer.

"If find out that you've been planning this from the start," He began, lowering his voice to mask the tremor bound to shake through his words. "I will rip you apart limb from limb and watch you bleed out beneath me with a laugh on my face." I felt his spit fling onto my face, my jaw tightening further in distaste. "And this isn't some everyday threat, y/n," I raised a brow at the use of my first name. "This is personal."

"Got that?" His breath fanned against my face and his grip tightened momentarily before releasing my wrist all together and strolling back to the Handler as if nothing had happened at all, not giving me a single second to respond like the coward he was proving to be.

"Close your mouth dear." I heard the Handlers voice echo into my ears as I approached the two. "Wouldn't want to swallow any flies."

I swallowed my last bit if anger down to my gut and scoffed, not trusting myself to look at the boy beside me in fears I'd do something I'd come to regret.

At last, Five clasped his hand over the Handlers, a pleasant smile gracing her lips.

"Deal."

Date: REDACTED, 1955 Location: TEMPS COMMISSION HQ Time: REDACTED

It was strange to be back at the Commission so fast. Like a sudden whiplash, a sudden feeling that from here, things could only get worse no matter what I tried. I couldn't really explain it.

Especially now, as the Handler, Five and I walked through the Commissions front garden as if we had all the time in the world. And technically, we did. But everything I felt my gut wailing and screaming for me to understand only proved that time was the only thing I didn't have.

It was terrifying. But even fear couldn't replace the anger brewing within me. All because of some fucking man-child who decided to be selfish and save his family from their inevitable doom.

And the audacity this idiot had to threaten me as if I was the one endangering a whole timeline was beyond me.

A scoff left my lips as his threats rang in my mind. I shook my head in annoyance. I should be the one to rip his limbs apart. I should be the one to watch him bleed into the ground. I should be the one that comes out on top, laughing at his last dying efforts to merely take another breath. But most of all, I should be the one to be talking out a deal with the Handler.

As if on cue, the Handlers words rang through the air, along with the series of greetings from the Commission associates around us.

“I’ve never met anyone quite like you. Hazel and Cha Cha, for example, are talented certainly, but they can’t see the big picture.”

“And what, he can?” I grumbled, before hissing in pain. Five had thrown his heel back and kicked my shin. As I tried to respond with my own attack, the boy read my mind and swiftly moved to the side to dodge my foot.

Acting as if she hadn’t witnessed a thing, the Handler carried on with her flattery. “Your spunk, your enterprising spirit, it reminds me of myself if I may be so vainglorious.” She smiled, leading us in towards the buildings entrance.

"If things work out for you here, you could potentially make a fine successor, Five."

The moment we stepped foot inside the headquarters, the Handlers coat was swiftly taken by another worker as she led us through the familiar staircase. Once I opened my mouth to speak, the boy beside me quickly cut in front with a shove and a glare, and asked, "I'd like to discuss the logistics of my family's safety at your earliest convenience." Then added, "As well as this body replacement."

"Such chutzpah." The Handler sighed. "It's refreshing, I'll admit."

I rolled my eyes, the memories of my own 'chutzpah' flickering through my mind along with the punishments that came with it. "Don't claim to be brave if you can't handle a little pain." is what the Handler always used to say. The way the blue hues of her eyes glistened in grim satisfaction, and the way her voice reminded me of one I longed to forget would forever stick with me, haunting every reflection my eyes dared to meet.

The image of her unsettling grin, deep crimson lipstick smeared onto the unnatural white of her teeth. The metallic stench of blood that seemed to come and go with every snap of her fingers. The haze of smoke blocking whatever was left of my tear-stricken vision, and her warm breathing whispering bittersweet nothings into my ear- which were more bitter than I remembered. The memory was impossible to forget.

I mean, how could I forget such a core moment in my life?

How could I forget my first failure?

But that didn’t matter right now. As all I needed right this second, was to watch her inflict the same punishments onto Five. No matter how cruel that may be. I needed to see someone else go through the same... incidents as I did. I needed to know that I wasn't the only one who'd fell prey to the woman's actions. But from the way the Handler was treating Five, meeting his every demand with an agreement or a compromise, it seemed that I was unlucky enough to keep getting the short end of the stick.

I hadn't even realised my fists were clenched until a sting shot through my palm. My eyes averted down to my hand, crescent marks staring right back up at me with the same intensity.

"Now that you've finally agreed to work with us, we've got all the time in the world." Smug. Her voice was so fucking smug. I ran my hand over my face as if the action was going to release the tension in my jaw, my eyes- anywhere.

The woman led us through the Commission as a mini-reintroduction as if we hadn't been working there a few days ago.

"The Commission works in support of a delicate balance between the time line of events and mankind's free will." Leading us towards the briefcase storage room, she turned towards Five. "The briefcase is no longer part of your kit. Free your mind." She placed an arm around his shoulder, making sure to make eye contact with me as she uttered his name. "You're management now, Five."

She smirked at my expression. "One of us."

Before going up another flight of stairs, she paused and turned on her heels to face me properly, Five following her actions to meet my stare with his stern one.

"Since I'll be showing Five where he'll be working among the case managers, you're no longer needed." She said, looking me up and down. "Wait in my office so we can discuss the details concerning your return."

And with that, the two left without a second glance- well, I didn't miss the way the boy gave me a strange look before joining the Handler. He was clearly trying to communicate something but it'd take a lot more than an odd glance to crack through the resentment clouding my eyes and better judgement.

Maybe that's why I did what I did the moment I was no longer shadowed by their presence.

Was what I was about to do a good idea? No.

No, it was not.

But I was going to do it anyway.

Without a second thought, I rushed towards the direction of the Handlers office, receiving odd glances from analysts after practically witnessing some random teenager sprint through the hallways. I quickly entered, shutting the door behind me before I set my eyes on a painting opposite to where I stood.

The piece of art was breath taking. You could tell that every brush and stroke of the artists paintbrush was done so with delicacy and precision. Everything was perfect, from the swarms of dark red hues and smoky oranges, to the smallest spec of green that seemed insignificant when looking at the canvas up close. But when you take a step back to appreciate the big picture, you begin to appreciate the details that seem invisible to the naked eye.

You've always had a soft spot for art. Maybe that's why The Handler had chosen to place the very thing that could change the darkness of your fate into a bright one, within the hard work of another's.

You grabbed one of the knives strapped to your body and with a deep exhale, slashed vertically through the artwork you were admiring only a moment ago. The cut was swift and neat, revealing a small silver key dangling in the air with a piece of string through the key hole that was attached to the top of the canvas.

A dwindling smile began to tug at my lips as a familiar engraving of the letter 'J' caught my eye. I hurriedly snapped the rope and grabbed the key, holding it tightly in my palm as if it were going to disappear from my grasp if I loosened my grip.

As if the universe could read my mind, the door clicked open and locked shut, before a voice pierced through the air.

“It seems that the bloodhound has gnawed through her leash.” She spoke. “Again.”

I turned to face her. "One of the things you trained me in is debt collection." I replied, a tired grin on my face. "I'm just doing my job."

The Handler laughed, making my eyes narrow at the hollow sound leaving her lips. She reached for a pocket watch on her desk and snapped it open. "I'm sorry to inform you, dear, but the deadline's not up yet." It snapped shut.

"Now," The woman sighed as she gracefully sat on her chair, holding a pipe between her fingers and crossing her legs. "be a good girl and give me the key so we can get on with--."

"No."

Silence

The Handler cocked her head to the side and exhaled a puff of smoke. An exasperated burst of a chuckle escaped her lips and I watched the way she poked her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “I’m not sure I heard you right. What was it you said?”

“I thought I made it clear.” I sneered. “No.”

The next few moments were like watching a snake shed its skin and bare its fangs. The women in front of me was ridding herself of the many faces she wore over her true one, finally confronting me with those same cold, ruthless eyes that had began this never ending hell, and the same lips that uttered the command that allowed for such pain to be inflicted on me all those years ago. In a place I held as my safe haven, nonetheless.

Forcing my expression to remain neutral, I spoke. “It’s refreshing to finally speak to the real deal instead of those millions of personas you’ve harboured over the years. It gets exhausting.”

The women stood, her floral dress flowing with her every movement before she finally towered in front of me. She licked her thumb and began rubbing something off my cheek in a rough manner- in a painful manner. Slim fingers danced across my youthful skin and curled around my jaw, angling my head to look up at her. The pads of her fingers made sure to hold me tightly in place, a way for her to declare her never ending control over me. "Such a pretty face." She cooed, "Such a shame you're not the obedient little thing I raised you to be."

I attempted to pull away from her grasp, only for it to tighten. My lips twisted into a scowl. "I was trained to kill. What, did you expect me to turn out like one of those little ‘50s housewives? Ever-so ignorant and docile?”

She smiled.

"You want to see Jasper?" Her voice was hushed, making sure not to break the suffocating pressure of power, and my lack of, she knew I was drowning in despite the best I did to not display a hint of it on my face. But I could never get anything past the woman in front of me. Now was no exception.

I didn't dare to respond no matter badly I wanted to scream 'yes'.

But she could read the desperation in my eyes and answered for me with her following actions.

After finally releasing her grip and holding out her palm for the key tightly held in my palm, I gave in and placed the precious metal back into her possession.

I followed the woman through the door and down the main corridor. My body tensed at the amount of peering eyes averting towards us but I couldn't dwell on the feeling for long as a new anxiety began to rise within me. It was unnatural, something I've never felt before. Sure, I was anxious and practically filled to the brim with stress like never before, but I felt something else too- hope.

I was going to see the very person I swore to protect after three years of not seeing him and I was closer to ending this chapter of my life.

Ever since I was forced to work with Five, The Handler had prevented me from seeing Jasper, in fears of me "getting distracted" and "not paying Five enough attention."

Three years she had kept me away.

Three fucking years.

Finally, the clack of her heels came to an abrupt stop and a familiar ding of an elevator rang. The doors opened.

"You're the first person to come down here that isn't an executive." The Handler lifted a plastic case with a biometric thumbprint scanner and pressed onto a button that sent us plummeting through the Commissions deep underground. "Except from darling Jasper, of course."

The doors finally opened to a corridor that looked identical to the one above surface. I walked quick behind The Handlers heels until she spun to face me.

My heart was beating faster than I thought it would've. The anticipation and suspense felt like a side affect of a drug. One that could only be cured if The Handler would open the large metal door that stood ahead of me so I could finally see those amber eyes that I'd only been able to stare at in my dreams.

The woman laughed mockingly at my expression. "It'd be cruel to make you wait any longer."

The sound of a key twisting and metal screeching open made my heart leap up into my throat and crash down into my stomach.

That's when I saw him.

Thick black curls, tired honey brown eyes, and full lips that I'd sometimes catch myself staring at for a beat too long.

"Jasper."

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I was going to post chapter 9 today but I’ve been having a lot of trouble with the taglist as most of the blogs I’ve tagged don’t get notified. I’ve notice some other creators have similar problems with tag lists and they have also reached out to tumblr to report this issue but were left with no response.

I am going to try deal with this issue and most likely post the next chapter tomorrow.

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CHAPTER 9 WILL BE RELEASED WITHIN THE NEXT 2 DAYS!!!

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this is a repost of chapter 6, since the link wasn’t working for some users. THIS IS NOT PROOF READ.

Space Boy and The Kraken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Five, let the fuck go.” Nothing.

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

I sighed. I was stuck.

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

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Luther and Diego Hargreeves. Number 1 and Number 2.

Space boy and the Kraken.

What amazingly ridiculous names.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna call security.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t she...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In 3, 2, 1–”

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

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

“I drank that whole bottle, didn’t I?” Five asked, staring up into the sky.

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

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

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

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

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

“So I need you both to focus. What do they want?” I scrunched my brows. “To fuckin’ kill us.”

“Hazel and Cha-Cha.” The boy murmured.

“Who?”

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

“The best of what?”

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

“She’s not wrong–” I was cut off from Diego abruptly stopping in his tracks and snapped,

“Hey!”

“Hm, yeah?”

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

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

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

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

“We just wanna protect you.”

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

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

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

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

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

So weak.

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

SMACK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door opened, revealing Luther. Now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What.” I demanded, annoyance creeping in my voice.

“Oh, nothing. Just making sure you don’t kill me or anything.”

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

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

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

“When’s it supposed to happen? This... apocalypse.”

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

4 more days until I get what I deserve.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Luther asked, stress evident in his tone.

“It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Of course it would.” He interjected. “We could’ve banded together and helped stop this thing.”

“For the record, you already tried.”

“What do you mean?”

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

“We die?”

He paused once more. “Horribly.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Whose head?”

“Like I said, I don’t know.”

“Well there’s a serial number on the back. Think maybe you could try–”

“No, that’s a dead end.” Five chuckled bitterly. “It’s just another hunk of glass.”

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

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

“Ever since you’ve showed up–”

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

False.

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

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

Also false.

Luther wasn’t wholeheartedly convinced however. “No,” He began. “I want to hear it from you.”

“From me?” I repeated.

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

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

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

“Fine. I believe you… for now.”

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

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

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

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

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

Diego’s feet hit the floor.

“Now, wanna tell us what you’re taking about?”

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

“None of which is any of your concern.”

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

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

Five gave me a look to which I just shrugged.

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

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

I rolled my eyes at his bold statement.

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

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

“Former employer?” Luther echoed. “The Handler?”

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

The Handler.

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

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It was strange to be back at the Commission so fast. Like a sudden whiplash, a sudden feeling that from here, things could only get worse no matter what I tried. I couldn't really explain it.

Especially now, as the Handler, Five and I walked through the Commissions front garden as if we had all the time in the world. And technically, we did. But everything I felt my gut wailing and screaming for me to understand only proved that time was the only thing I didn't have.

It was terrifying. But even fear couldn't replace the anger brewing within me. All because of some fucking man-child who decided to be selfish and save his family from their inevitable doom.

And the audacity this idiot had to threaten me as if I was the one endangering a whole timeline was beyond me.

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Whispers

Five Hargreeves x f!reader

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Denial

The scratches and taps of chalk against the boy's bedroom wall, along with the gentle breeze whistling outside the window was enough to slowly lull me into a state of peace I hadn't felt in years. The usual quiet and calm nature of the Hargreeves estate differed immensely to the lively, bustling headquarters of the Commission. A place where people were afraid to sleep in fears of waking up with a knife in their back, or not waking up at all.

A thought passed through my mind, forcing the ends of my lips to curl upwards in a sly manner. Even though I despised the Hargreeves family and everything they stood for, I couldn't deny the beauty of the house, with its grand, rich ebony doors, exposed brick, and meticulous fireplace.

A great location to purchase once my mission is completed and my retirement begins. My mind quickly crafted a plan to purchase the house several decades before the Umbrella Academy decided to make it theirs, and stick to the natural antiquity of the estate.

The loud screech of chalk against the wall pulled me out of my thoughts to focus on the boy in uniform in front of me, who was standing atop his bed. I grimaced at the sound and saw that Five had abruptly stopped and was now faced towards me.

His features were filled with distaste while watching my figure that was sprawled out over his chair, but quickly softened as he addressed his dear wife.

"I think I've got something, Delores."

"And what's that?" I responded, my annoyance clear.

"I wasn't talking to you." Five turned to face his chalkboard of a wall again, circling what looked to be a group of names.

"Yes, you made that very clear," I rolled my eyes and readjusted my position on the chair. "but I thought that since you dragged me into your mess without my consent and expect us to work together, I'd know what the fuck you've been doing for the last hour."

An agitated sigh escaped his lips as the boy bit his tongue to stop himself from releasing a colourful collection of curses. Things had to remain civil at the least if he wanted to make some progress. Even if it meant sacrificing his pride, he would endure the annoyance and pain I’d constantly bring him.

The boys mouth opened to finally give me even the slightest bit of information, only for the door to burst open to reveal Luther strolling in, his face contorted in confusion once his gaze met the equations sprawled out on his brothers room.

"What's all this?"

"It's a probability map."

"Probability of what?"

"Of who's death could save the world."

If the brothers noticed my sudden jolt on interest and the way my head snapped towards them, they didn't comment. I was quick to suck in a deep breath to stop the corners of my lips from tugging upwards a bit too much.

"I've narrowed it down to four."

"Are you saying one of these people cause the apocalypse?"

"No, I'm saying their death might prevent it." Five responded, his eyes drifting to his brother's before landing on mine, lingering for a little too long. A faint alarm began to ring in my mind at the assassins brief but significant extended glance. There was something hidden deep behind the sea of green in his eyes.

Suspicion.

Four names. Four possibilities. All I needed was four minutes- less even. The key to end the cycle of murder, fear and pain I've been trapped in my whole life was right in front of me. The chalk written names were practically taunting me, begging me to kill the two brothers standing with their backs turned to me like cattle moments away from being slaughtered.

All I'd need is four minutes. But I knew it was too soon and too risky. I had to wait a little longer, make Jasper wait a little longer.

Just a few minutes longer.

"Oh." Luther paused. "I still don't get it."

Five turned to his brother and fiddled with the chalk between his fingers. He was excited, clearly. Excited and relieved that he had found a possible answer to the problem he had been forced to endure all throughout his life, forced to endure the everlasting consequences he couldn't even begin to imagine before he made that fateful jump. He also needed a few minutes longer until his suffering was over.

I couldn't wait to see the look of total despair on his face once he realises that his efforts were for nothing.

"Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum. The butterfly effect." This, Luther seemed to understand.

"So all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the time line, wherever they may be, and kill them." The boy finally explained, expelling some of the tension within him.

I made my way to the wall and onto Five's bed, standing on top as I memorised each name imprinted on the wall.

Milton Green. Aleks Cameron. KC Chavez. Robert Palko.

"Milton Green," The name left my mouth in a low murmur. "That's the person you found most likely?"

"Is he a terrorist or something, Five?"

Said brother looked up and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the names off of his wall. He began to quickly scrawl the names into his notebook before stating, "I believe he is a gardener."

"A murderous gardener." I added, quick to notice the shock pull at his face.

I jumped off the bed and pulled on the long jumper that hung behind my previous seat, shooting an innocent smile at the man.

"Wait, this is madness, Five-" Luther extended his arms in bewilderment as his voice began to increase in volume from the shock of the situation presented before him. He span to face me, pointing an accusatory finger at my figure. "You--"

However his attention was stolen away from me and to his brother pulling out a large case from under his bed containing a rifle.

"Feeling nostalgic, aren't we?" My mouth tilted into an lopsided grin, one I knew the boy beside me despised.

Betraying the composed attitude he had tried to maintain for all 24 hours, Five twisted his neck to face me, a tight lipped smile gracing his lips. "If I was really feeling nostalgic then I'd do what I did in Copenhagen." His hands delicately removed the rifle from its case, the weapon sitting perfectly in his calloused hands while his eyes shifted to mine like they did before.

"It seems that you've forgotten what I did in retaliation to your... bold actions."

"Oh," Five chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he looked through the rifles scope. "How could I forget?"

An unwelcome voice tore through the tense atmosphere, the bubbles of anger brewing beneath Five and I's skin being directed to his brothers sputtering.

"But you guys can't- This guy Milton is just an innocent man."

"It's basic math." Five cut him off abruptly. "His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing he'd be dead in four days anyway. The apocalypse won't spare anyone."

"We don't do this kind of thing."

"We are not doing anything." His words came out in a drawl, his tone forming into one someone would use when dumbing something down for a child.

A breathy exhale left my lungs and my lips pressed together tightly. I could practically feel the precious time that could've been used quickly slip through my fingers as the two Hargreeves continued bickering as if they had all the time in the world.

"I can't let you go and kill innocent people. No matter how many lives you'll save."

"You're serious?" My face twisted to display an expression that practically reeked in distaste for the man in front of me. "How do you know their innocent?"

Luther snapped his neck towards me, "How do you know their guilty?"

My eyes shifted towards Five for a second, noticing he was looking at me with the same baffled look in his eyes, before I turned back to the man that stood at over 6-feet.

"You're serious?" I deadpanned. "How thick is that skull of yours? Have you not been listening to a single word said? Do you have some sort of mental condition that I should take into consideration?" The questions that easily rolled off my tongue seemed to cause the mans brain to short-circuit at the sudden verbal attack he couldn't tell was sarcasm or not.

His mouth opened and closed, mirroring a goldfish stranded out on land. While his lips faltered to utter a word as his voice lodged in his throat, his determination and false assumption that we would consider listen to him because he was dubbed, 'number one' as a child seemed to be stronger than the shock and spike at his ego.

The click of Five's tongue against the roof of his mouth rang across the room. "That seems to be our cue." He uttered between gritted teeth and his eyes flickered to mine with a small, reluctant nod of his head.

Having to rely on his siblings usually took a toll on the boy's pride and ego. I couldn't imagine the annoyance brimming in his tiny body having to trust me of all people. The thought brought a faint smile to my lips.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Oh for fucks sake--" An embarrassing squeal tore from the depths of my vocal chords as I was suddenly grabbed by the back of my collar by a large hand, and swung across and out of the room, dangling from outside a window.

I looked down, a wave of deja-vu washing over me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I screeched, looking up at the man that nonchalantly gripped my collar with a few fingers, unbothered by the predicament I was in.

If I was asked who the last person I'd trust with my life would be, I'd pick the asshat taunting me with sudden death by heights. And coming from someone who was a field agent for The Commission, that was something I'd never thought I'd consider.

To think that my partner of sorts would come to my aid was a stupid thought I wish I didn't have. The second my head span to look inside the room, expecting the boy to pull out his rifle in retaliation, my brows furrowed and forehead creased to see him do absolutely nothing.

"You asshole!" I seethed, my skin burning from the raw rage coursing through my veins. "What the fuck do you think you're doing standing there? Tell you're gorilla of a brother to put me down!"

An awkward silence stuffed the already small room as Luther and I watched Five carefully for his reaction. Apart from the brief tensing of the jaw, an annoyed sigh, and the shuffling of the weapon in his hands, the assassin remained unbothered, planted to his spot as he watched the scene before him unfold. The only emotion in his stiff face being the upwards twitch of his lips in amusement.

My lips parted and eyes narrowed in a mixture of irritation and shock, Luther's face creasing into a similar expression.

"Wait, you're seriously not gonna do anything?" The bewilderment in Luther's voice seemed to go into Five's ear and out the other. The man looked down towards my dangling figure, embarrassment burning through him as his face flushed red. However once he turned back to face his brother, a certain mannequin caught his eye and another lightbulb lit in his brain.

He reached over to his side and grabbed Delores, who was sitting peacefully on a chair, and with his free arm dangled the plastic doll out of the window beside me.

The sight of Five's wife being manhandled across the room and threatened with the possibility of being dropped several metres onto the concrete pavement, seemed to cause something to snap within him.

In a spilt second, the rifle was held tightly between the boys fingers and aimed directly at Luther's head, his face pulled into a sneer with his jaw clenched dangerously tight.

"Put... her... down." His voice came out in deep, measured breaths, using all the strength he could muster not to pull the trigger while eyeing his brother through the scope.

"Put the gun down," The blond watched Five cautiously, subconsciously tightening his grip on my collar. "You're not killing anyone."

If someone had told me that Five's face could tense more than it is now, I would've simply laughed in their face. A short, exasperated burst of a laugh left my lips at the sight of the veins pushing beneath Five's pale skin so tightly that I wouldn't be surprised if they'd burst any time soon. All because of a plastic torso with a head.

While here I was, being threatened with death, not even wanting to be here in the first place.

"I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this." Luther spoke, testing to see how is brother would react at the words carefully rolling off his tongue. His voice dropped an octave, trying to make sure things remained civil. "It's either her or the gun."

I shook my head, blood boiling beneath my skin, knowing very well the man was referring to the plastic doll next to me.

Five adjusted his stance and grip on the gun. His body twitched and grip trembled as he fought the war taking place inside him. His tongue darted out to hastily lick his lips before getting back to grinding his teeth.

In any other situation, I'd think he was experiencing paradox psychosis.

"You decide."

For a moment, I thought Five was going to give in to his brothers words, with the way the pistol faltered from its aim and his breathing seemed to steady.

But then I remembered. I was dealing with Five Hargreeves.

My eyes snapped open from their tired slant once I felt Luther grab a larger fistful of the fabric of my clothes, before easily throwing me out of the window as if it were some sort of second nature.

A surprised, "Shit." was all I was able to say. An odd wave of numbness washed over me, contradicting the uneasiness that churned in my stomach as my body hung mid-air for a brief moment. I quickly contemplated all my life decisions that brought me here. Here in the spectacular scene of being discarded like trash into a dumpster by none other than Luther-fucking-Hargreeves.

My eyes made contact with a flash of blue swallowing the mannequin that was thrown beside me, whole. I rolled my eyes back at the ridiculousness playing out in front of me.

Of course the idiot was going to save his non-sentient wife over the person he kidnapped, drugged and practically forced by his side to save the world.

Wind rushed against my body falling through the polluted city air, and the thought of using a familiar... asset of mine to save myself was only proving to be more reliable than betting on the idea that the assassin might just save me from my impending doom.

I flexed my hands, my body tingling as the sensation began to course through my veins. My ears drowned out the rush of wind and focussed on the incomprehensible voices clawing at my skull for even a second of attention.

In a few seconds, I was going to reveal my greatest strength and greatest weakness all at once.

'At last--'

A shocked gasp left my lips at the feeling of a pair of hands digging tightly into my waist, and a sudden disorientation flooding my mind and body. Instead of making contact with the harsh concrete awaiting my fall, I found myself standing in the middle of Five's bedroom as if nothing had happened.

I looked down at my feet and back up again, making eye contact with the two brothers staring at me. One with a look of cautiousness and regret, whilst the other scoffed in amusement at my dishevelled hair and rapidly blinking eyes.

"You look constipated." Five said, in a matter-of-fact tone. Quicker than I could re-assemble my thoughts, he roughly grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled my towards him as we left the room and travelled through the houses myriad of corridors.

Before the boy could manhandle me any more, I stopped in my tracks and shoved his iron-clad grip off of my shoulder.

"What are you doing--!"

I cut him off, barely able to contain the irritation with the male standing in front of me. "No," I forced out a laugh. "What the fuck are you doing, Five?" I shoved my index finger against his forehead and watched his eyes widen in anger.

"The apocalypse is in two fucking days and you've done absolutely nothing. We are nowhere closer to saving this damned world and the fucking Handler is breathing down our necks, ready to send more agents our way." I seethed between clenched teeth. "So tell me," I licked my cracked lips, "what on earth does that smooth brain of yours plan to do now?"

"What I plan to do next?" Five shook his head and scoffed. "No no, the real question is what do you plan to do next." He pulled his finger back and flicked it against my forehead in retaliation. "You think I don't know you?" He began, his biting tone accompanying the cruel grin stretched on his lips.

“You think I don’t see through your whole act? Well news flash, I fucking do.” He enunciated each word, jabbing his finger with every syllable. “I don’t know what your hiding or what you’re planning, but once I find out, I’ll do to you what I plan to do to that apocalypse-starting gardener I’m just itching to get my hands on.”

The bustling and muted voice of Luther upstairs caused the boy to scoff as his brother called out our names.

Five pressed his lips into a thin line as he proceeded to look me dead in the eyes, his cold gaze attempting to find any cracks in the barriers caging my emotions from spilling into the open. No matter how heated things would get, the boy knew nothing more of what rummaged in my mind other than the obvious irritation and hatred towards him.

It angered Five to no extent.

He struggled to find what exactly fazed me, struggled to see past the anger he already knew too well, and into the malicious thoughts he was certain crept with full intent in the back of my mind, ready to strike.

When confronted with the emptiness of my eyes he felt more vulnerable than ever. Because in Five’s experience, not knowing is worse than death could ever be.

Even now, he watched as I bit down on my tongue and the slight bulge on my veins with slight curiosity for as to what lurked beneath the restraints I kept in place.

But he was certain he was going to find out. One way or another, he was going to find his leverage and gain the control he longed to hold.

Alas for now, he was stuck with the ever-growing pit of anxiety digging deeper in his stomach.

Heavy stomps creaking with every step tore Fives attention from the depths of his thoughts and to his brother who was hastily walking towards us, somewhat relieved that we hadn’t left yet.

“So…” My lips ticked downwards at Luther’s constant unwelcome intrusions. “Where are we heading off too?”

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I took my seat in Five's car, drowning out the faint pulsing of pain from my shoulder and instead focussed on Luther's burning stares against my temple. I turned my neck and watched as he reluctantly took residence in the back, the van creaking from his sudden weight.

"You didn't answer my question--"

Five slammed his foot against the pedal, the vehicle suddenly accelerating forwards with a harsh BOOM thudding from what sounded to be Luther falling back against the floor, or his skull cracking open.

Hopefully the latter.

I shifted my concentration to the driver, not sure whether to be concerned or not at his reckless driving. With every red light in our way, Five only increased the cars speed, just barely evading a fatal collision. Confident he was trying to get us killed, I swiftly put my seatbelt on and eyed the boy carefully as if he'd burst beneath the pressure of my gaze.

"I'm pretty sure you just sped past a bunch of police trucks..." Luther’s murmurs went unheard beneath the faint sirens and wind rushing harshly against the vehicle. I could practically feel the man’s blood pressure rise with every second he stayed in the car.

Finally the car began to slow down as we drove into a secluded area a few miles from the city. With furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, I looked ahead, the only thing meeting my stare being the countless acres of land isolating us from the rest of society.

That's when a very possible thought etched its way into my mind. It was more than likely that Five Hargreeves was going to kill me, and the only reason he brought Luther was to keep me restrained so he could do his biddings more efficiently. As if confirming my thoughts, the van suddenly stopped, the tires screeching against the concrete roads at the abruptness of Five's foot stamping on the breaks.

No one dared to move an inch of a muscle or let out even the slightest of sounds. Breaking the tense atmosphere, Five sighed inwardly.

"Out." Five said, almost boredly.

"What?" I spat in response.

This time he turned to face me entirely. "Out," He repeated. "now."

I started at him and his unwavering expression. So I was right, he really was going to kill me. The only thing left was for me to figure out was how he intended to do so. I scoffed at the thought of him running me over, but nevertheless did as I was oh- so nicely told. My lips twisted into a sneer as I gave him a final glare, getting out of the car with an aggressive slam of the door, and marched ahead while digging my hands furiously into the oversized, grey zip up sweater I had found back in Diego's 'apartment'.

I span on my heels to face the duo talking in the car and froze at the sight of a briefcase sitting between the brothers.

Now it was clearer than ever what the assassin was trying to do.

On cue, the rev of an engine announcing one of the most infamous duos of the Commission, tore through the solitude of the countryside, signalling Five and Luther to exit the car, the case securely held in Luthers hand.

I bit down on my lip, hard. The metallic taste of blood helping to prevent myself from slapping five across the face and stealing the case for myself. Nevertheless, I locked these impulses deep within me as the brothers stood beside me, collectively watching their vehicle come to a stop several metres behind us.

"If this all goes sideways, do me a favour and tell Delores I'm sorry."

I held back a snort and rolled my eyes which seemed to catch Five's attention immediately. Hazel and Cha Cha finally left the car and walked towards us, Five and I doing the same until we were only a few steps apart.

“Are the masks really necessary?”

The duo gave the other a glance before stripping the sweaty plastic from their faces. Cha Cha's eyes shifted to Five, than me, and back to the boy. "So, where is it, kid?"

"Wow, that's how you're gonna start. You know, we can get right back in our car and call it a day."

A gun was quickly in her hands as she threatened, "You won't even make it halfway there."

"Maybe." Five maintained his composure. "But as I'm sure you found out in your previous foray, my brother is not your average giant."

"He's right." Hazel turned to Cha Cha. "You dropped a chandelier on him, got right back up."

"By the time you took him out, he'd smash your precious briefcase to a pulp."

"Probably us too, right?" Hazel confronted. "So how do we help each other?"

"I need you to get in contact with your superior so I can have a chat with her."

I physically tensed, my jaw clenching and mouth going dry upon hearing that soon, I'd have to explain to The Handler as to why I hadn't updated her on Five's progress for hours.

"About what?"

"I don't believe that's any if your concern." Five's voice was calm, too calm, only further fuelling the anxiety practically crawling up my throat and burning through my chest.

Cha Cha scoffed. "Oh really? Well you still haven't told us who this one is." She now pointed the silver gun at my figure, her eyes scanning my body and my face intensely, only for them to flicker in recognition.

"Look at that." She cocked her head to the side. "Well if it isn't the Commissions prized bloodhound." Her lips twisted downwards in distaste and her voice dripped in anger. "I still haven't forgotten what you did in Cairo."

I smiled a toothy grin. "Neither have I."

"So is it a deal or what?" Five quickly cut in, not forgetting to shoot me a glare.

The woman licked her lips, annoyed. "Just don't tell her about the briefcase."

"Fair enough."

With the final words exchanged closing the deal between the agents, Hazel and Cha Cha walked towards the payphone as Five and I retreated ourselves, taking measured steps away from the pair.

"What the hell was that?" Five seethed, keeping his voice low. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk towards Luther who was holding the briefcase a little too tightly for my liking. We watched as Cha Cha began dialling a number, peering over her shoulder towards us, along with Hazel's finger hovering above the trigger as a warning.

"What happens now?" Luther kept his eyes glued on the enemy ahead.

"Now we wait."

Anxiety swarmed through my body, invading the sane piece of mind I desperately tried to hold. I cracked my knuckles and gnawed down on my lip while my foot tapped impatiently against the road. Sure it was only a few seconds of waiting idly. But those few seconds stretched out into hours as the same thought consumed my brain, like a python unhinging its jaw and swallowing its prey whole.

The words, 'What if' rang in my skull like a mantra. And they were right to do so, because right now, just like she had my whole life, The Handler held all the cards and was just waiting to play her next move.

A quiet ring of a lullaby pulled me out of the depths of my thoughts, leaving me as confused as the rest. I turned my head towards the direction everyone was looking, surprised to see an ice cream truck of all things approach us at high speeds, the lullaby getting louder by the second.

"Is that her?"

The ice cream truck zoomed right past us and Luther immediately got his answer. In the truck sat a waving Klaus who looked excited to be here, and Diego whose expression turned from blank, to shocked as he saw his lost hoodie draping over my figure.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Five asked, our necks turning simultaneously to watch the truck start to accelerate as they approached the agents.

"It's a set up!" The duo aimed their guns at us and began shooting, a bullet just grazing my side. Five and I dove behind Luther just in time, said brother lifting his arms and shielding us with his body.

"What the hell was that!" I whisper-yelled.

Five glanced at me, then to my injured shoulder for split second before he groaned in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Well they're your brothers, aren't they?"

His lips parted to retort with his own response, only for an eerily familiar feeling to wash over us. One that still made a shiver run up my spine to this day.

I stepped out beside Luther, peering at his body frozen in time. I looked at Five and gave him a knowing look, a look that seemed to summon the devil herself.

"Neat trick isn't it?" A woman's voice spoke softly, juxtaposing the way the hairs on my nape stood while adrenaline coursed through my body. It seemed that my gut was leaning more towards flight than fight, but I stood my ground and faced the woman, glaring deep into her eyes hidden beneath her shades.

If Five could hear the way my heart was pumping loudly beneath my veins, he didn't say. The Handler removed her sunglasses and smiled.

"Hello, Five," Her eyes then shifted to mine, the corners of her mouth twisting upwards in an emotion I couldn't quite make out. But something within me screamed to steal the briefcase out of Luther’s frozen hold, warning me of the dangers beneath the blue glaciers of her eyes that seemed to be getting closer and closer to puncturing through my well seamed coat of armour I’ve been hiding under my whole life.

I knew I’d regret not giving into my gut instincts but for now, I kept my feet planted in place and fists clenched.

The Handler knew she had won right then and there, and for once, the woman’s smile reached her eyes.

"Hello, Y/n."

I could feel the taste of failure slowly start to creep on my tongue, attempting to scorch any schemes present into ash.

But I knew all too well that the war had just begun, and almost feared the extents I would go to accomplish what I was here for in the first place.

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