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(Tw mentions serious mentions of sh) I was wondering if u could do one of five finding out that we sh on our legs (hired by the commission and partners with him but he didn't find out until way later when he like catches us doing it on the bathroom floor, and us thinking we can't get better or try) sorry ik this is long and kinda personal but I'd like some comfort (btw u don't have to do it if it makes u uncomfortable or anything)

Imm totally cool to do this for you but I’m on a different blog now, is it alright if I write it there ?

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Fly

five hargreeves x afab!reader

found this idea by a post by @col0rlord ! Apologies if it’s a little long ! I got a little carried away

summary - it’s the end of the world, and luther is getting married. once your ‘secret’ admirer sees you all dressed up, it’s all over for the poor boy. (i’m adding a little singing scene because i’m a cliché motherfucker)

warnings - spoilers for season three, cursing

“I’ve barely even started and you look so good!” Sloane let out a happy squeal as she carefully applied the black eyeliner to your eyelid.

“I don’t how how you managed to convince me to let you to do this.” You tensely muttered, gingerly scratching at your thigh so you wouldn’t smack Sloane’s hand away from your face. “I hate shit near my eyes.” In fact, you knew exactly why you were letting Sloane do this. More than half her family was fucking dead. Marcus, Alphonso, Jayme, Fei, and Christopher. You didn’t know her well, but if Luther liked her so much to where they wanted to get married, she must be someone special. Sloane at least deserved this much.

“I know, but I promise I won’t be very long.” She hummed out, being very careful to not make you uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable than you already were as she was now applying mascara.

“Sloane, I swear if that thing gets in my eyes-”

“Shh, it won’t!” She said with a giggle, putting a hand on your shoulder to try and get you to relax. “This is nice, y’know? You’re like a little sister I��ve never had.” She smiled, and your shoulders relaxed.

“Keep in mind, I’m technically older than you.” You reminded her. “I just look like a prepubescent teenage girl who doesn’t know what foundation matches her skin tone.”

“Do you know what foundation matches your skin tone?”

“…Sloane, I wasn’t exactly wearing makeup while I lived in the end of the world.”

“I know that, silly.” She breathed out, finally pulling the mascara away from your eyelashes. You blinked uncomfortably, blowing a strand of hair from your face. “Oh, maybe I should have done shadow before mascara…” Sloane reached to her cotton candy pink makeup bag and pulled out a few palettes.

“You do know what you’re doing, yeah?” You grit your teeth a bit. “No offense, Sloane, I really do not want to go down there looking like a crazy person.”

She giggled and spread out the options for you to choose from. “You pick one of these, and I’ll go from there, okay?”

You hesitated and picked up the one that looked the most casual. You didn’t need bright and shiny colors, thank you very much. “Please take it easy.” You said as she excitedly grabbed the item from you and a couple brushes.

“Don’t worry, you’ll look gorgeous for Five. He’ll love it.” She cooed out, about to apply the first shade until you pulled your head back in surprise.

“Huh? Who said anything about Five?” You defended, but you could feel your face getting a little warm.

“Hm…I didn’t think I put that much blush on you.” She teased, gently guiding you forward so she could get started. “What, you and Five aren’t a thing at all?”

“What led you to think that?” You mumbled, the embarrassment written all over your face.

“Oh honey…” she giggled as you scrunched your face up while she applied the colors to your eyelids. “You may not have noticed over all the soft bickering you both like to indulge in…but the looks you give each other are very sweet. The way you both reach for each other when you sense danger.” She only laughed again when you furrowed your eyebrows in skepticism, eyes closed but the message getting across.

“…whatever…” you mumbled.

“Oh, I don’t think I told you how angry he got when our families first met.” Sloane hummed out. “Remember when I kinda tossed a vase at you and it broke over your head? Knocked you out?”

“Don’t remind me. That shit hurt, Sloane!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” She quickly said, but continued here story. “Five saw your head bleeding and you on the floor, and I’ve never seen someone look angrier. I’ve never even seen Ben look that mad. It was like I had killed someone’s mother or something.” She said softly, pulling the brushes away which signaled she was done.

“He’s my friend, Sloane. Of course he was worried.” You softly defended, quietly cursing out yourself. Oh how badly you wanted Sloane to be right. But you really didn’t want your final emotion before the end of everything to be one of heartbreak after confessing and being rejected. Spending so much time with someone in the apocalypse can lead to some intense feelings. Five kept you sane for so long, while driving you mad at the same time with his stubbornness and sass.

“Hun, you aren’t understanding me.” Sloane sighed with a gentle smile as she grabbed a container of lip gloss. “There’s being worried, and then there’s being scared shitless. After he knocked me away, the way he picked you up was so gentle. You were like fine china in his arms. The fear in his eyes was so prominent. I really think he’s in love with you. Just wait until he sees you, his eyes are going to pop out of his head.” She held your face in her hands as she applied the lip gloss. “Dance with him tonight, okay? See how it goes.”

“…damn it, Sloane.” You breathed out with a chuckle, reluctantly agreeing and she squealed happily.

“Yay! Be sure to tell me all about it!” She said, standing up as she was now finished. She pulled you up and dragged you to a full-length mirror, and your eyes widened like quarters when you saw your reflection.

You were never one for dressing fancy in dresses. You usually stuck to suits, since that’s what you and Five did Commission work in. Dresses were hard to murder people in. Plus, you’d feel bad staining a beautiful dress with blood. You knew you could look good without dressing up, but this side of you wasn’t that bad. The way the dress fit your body perfectly astounded you. The makeup looked wonderful. You had truly underestimated Sloane. She’d done your hair exactly the way you wanted too.

“So..? Do you like it?” Sloane asked with a nervous smile.

“I look like a girl on prom night…gross…I love it.” You mumbled, trying to make up your mind. Sloane just laughed and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m so glad you think so! Thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor, by the way.” She smiled, and you could feel the pure joy radiating from her. You would never admit it, but you truly were glad you could help Sloane in this way.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” You shrugged with a cough, and Sloane pulled away, beaming.

“Let’s go, then! You gotta go get your man!” She started toward the door.

“Wait, Sloane.” You quickly called, staying at your spot in front of the mirror with a soft frown.

She turned and tilted her head. “Is everything okay?”

“Just…do you really think Five will like it?” You asked quietly, but just loud enough to hear. “He’s never seen me in this attire. What if he doesn’t like it, Sloane?”

She gave you a smile and walked back over to you, taking your smaller hands in her warm ones. She really was like a big sister, despite the fact you were technically much older. “You’re overthinking this. I know Five is going to be head over heels for you. How could he not be? If he has something else to say, he can march right over to me and tell me his complaint. Okay?”

“…thank you, Sloane.” You said softly, before pulling her into a hug. She was definitely shocked, as she didn’t expect you to initiate the hug. “Don’t tell anybody about this though, okay?”

“Aww…of course.” She smiled, hugging back for a few moments before pulling away. “Okay, now let’s go!”

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“Where is she..?!” Five quietly hissed under his breath, pacing back and forth in the wedding venue that was managed to get set up. Everybody else was here, so where were you? You told him you would be there, that’s the only reason he agreed to go.

“Now, what are you so worried about this time?!”

Shit. He should have kept his mouth shut and have stayed still. Klaus came sauntering over, his usual carefree smile on his face.

“Nothing, Klaus.” Five breathed out in irritation.

“Ohhhh, you are waiting for your little girlfriend..!” Klaus teased, wiggling his shoulders suggestively.

Five turned and gave him a sharp glare. “How many times have I told you? She is not my girlfriend.”

“You want her to beeeee!”

“Klaus! Shut up or I’ll end you before the Kugelblitz does.”

“Ohh, don’t be so mean. It’s a wedding!” Klaus exclaimed, not paying much attention to Five’s irritation. “I bet she’s just getting all dressed up! With makeup and all!” He hummed. “And she’s gonna come down and have her Disney princess moment, and you’re gonna be all flabbergasted like ‘oh you look so beautiful, go out with me!’ Exactly like that!”

Five’s eye twitched. Klaus may be slightly right, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying. Before Five could snap back with a response, the elevator dinged and the doors open. The sight that fell on Five’s eyes made his mouth fall open like a complete idiot.

There you were. Like a princess. Hair just the way he’d envisioned it would be, dressed in the color that just worked for you. The way it brought out your eyes astounded Five. The way it showed off your body perfectly, good god. There was a plethora of body types out there, all beautiful, but yours? Like a goddess. He’d been everywhere anybody could imagine, but never anywhere did Five see someone as remarkable as the girl he’d crushed on since he was a boy. He’d seen so many things, but nothing could take his breath away like you could.

Take his breath away was right, Five realized he wasn’t breathing. He turned away and quietly gasped for some air, turning back around as soon as he could.

“Well, who knew you could dress up so nice?!” Klaus announced with a big grin, soft claps coming from the others.

“Shut up or I’ll end you before the Kugelblitz does, Klaus.” You mumbled.

Klaus chuckled nonchalantly. “Funny, Five said something similar earlier.” He hummed, putting a hand on your back. “Speaking of! He was looking for you, go say hi!”

Five’s eyes widened. ‘Thanks a lot, brother,’ he thought with a hint of annoyance. He caught a glimpse of you whispering to Klaus for a sec, but Klaus didn’t seem much for conversation and he lightly pushed you over to him. You didn’t seem to like that considering the shoes you were in.

“Klaus, I’m in heels-!” You yelped, and Five watched as your foot slipped.

“Shit-!” He hissed and blinked right over to where you were and caught you before you could hit the ground. “Klaus, you absolute idiot!” What was Klaus thinking? She’s never worn heels a day in her life! He recalled that you hated heels. You always resorted to nice looking loafers for missions, never heels.

Klaus feigned shock and covered his open mouth with his hand. “Oh, I am so sorry! You caught her, though!”

Five rolled his eyes and simply blinked to somewhere else in the room, looking at you. Your eyes really were beautiful. “How bad did Sloane beg to get you to wear those, my friend?” He raised an eyebrow and cracked a smile, helping you stand up straight. He had to steady you before you spoke, and you crossed your arms.

“She just…has these eyes, Five.” You groaned, but you had that face where you were annoyed but were also endeared by something. He saw that look a lot.

“You shoulda just said no.” Five chuckled with a shake of his head. “You still would look astonishing without them.”

He only realized what he had said when the awkward silence hit the both of them like a truck. ‘I really just said that.’ Then he caught that smile. It was shy. Timid. Your face would darken with blush, and even though you would turn your face away, you were so perfect.

“…thanks, Five.” You said, rubbing your arm. “You look astonishing, too.”

Before he could respond, the elevator dinged and out came the bride. You smiled a mischievous smile.

“Gotta go, Five. We’ll talk later.” You pat his shoulder and people got in their ‘places’. Luther and Sloane at the altar, Klaus being the one officiating the wedding so he stood in between them. Viktor took his spot near Luther, while you took yours near Sloane.

As Klaus spat some wedding nonsense with his own little twist, Five found himself not able to focus on his brother and sister-in-law. His eyes were on you. What the hell was wrong with him? He could hardly even focus, and his face felt hot. His palms were sweaty and his stomach was churning. His throat felt tight, as if someone was choking him. But he knew what being choked felt like, and it definitely did not feel like this. It was like you had a chokehold on him. Every time his eyes flickered away from you, something made him look right back to your celestial figure.

Soon enough, the I do’s were said, and the group dispersed to allow Luther and Sloane their dance. Just as Five was about to go right to you, Sloane got to you first. She caught Five’s eyes and giggled softly, giving him a knowing smile before talking quietly to you. Five silently watched your facial expressions, trying to get a read on what was happening. He also just adored looking at your face.

Sloane smiled, and you made a face of annoyance. She made a face of pleading, and you hesitated before answering with a roll of your eyes, leading to a very happy Sloane.

Five wondered what it was about Sloane that made you agree to do things for her so easily. Nonetheless, he admired the way you would do things out of your comfort zone to make her happy after all that shit that went down the past few days. It was terrible just thinking that you had been dead in the apocalypse before he found you, so he could only imagine Sloane’s heartbreak after five of her siblings died so close together.

Five was about to blink and go see what you were up to, but he saw you grab the mic and he understood. Sloane wanted you to sing. Hell, he wasn’t complaining. You would sing a lot during the end of the world while you were together and he would never get sick of hearing your angelic voice. He shot you a smile and walked over to the alcohol. If Five wanted to dance at all with you, he was gonna need a little courage.

Luther and Sloane walked to the dance floor, and you tried finding an instrumental for a song you wanted. Five smiled at the look of concentration on your face. Eventually you found it and stepped in the opening and began to sing.

“When I was a child, my eyes were clear, I saw the good side

That's the kind of second sight that doesn't last too long

Then when I was lost, I heard a voice that brought me healing

That's the kind of special hope he brought me with his song

People only saw the doctor, lawyer, Indian chief

But he was just a lonely little boy to me

With his sweet and gentle touch he sure unlocked my soul

So in return I surely want to help to set him free”

You weren’t sure why you had picked this song. It was a wedding, so you needed to pick something lovey-dovey, right? Sloane didn’t specify what she wanted, would this be okay? A showtune? Maybe not the greatest wedding song ever. Then as you kept singing, you realized exactly why you picked this song. That lonely little boy…with a sweet and gentle touch was the boy you’d been in love with for so long.

“Yeah, now I wanna see him fly, fly

I’ll be your alibi, my baby

Fly, fly, fly away

We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye

No need to tell me why, my baby

Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day”

Five silently watched you stand and sing. He recognized the song very quickly, you’d heard it after the two of you returned home and you would quietly sing it to yourself. He watched as passion slowly started to fill those beautiful eyes. You chose this song for a reason.

“Men who they call real were really fakes who left me nothing

But this man they call a fake gave me something real

I've known cruel men with Christian names that taught me manners

But this man without a name taught me how to feel

They only saw the magic tricks, the smoke and mirrors

Was I the only one to ever see the boy?

So now they want to clip his precious wings and bring him down

But in his heart and soul's the kind of good they can't destroy”

You found your eyes wandering to Five sitting alone, a glass of alcohol in hand. Instead of focusing on his drink, he was looking directly at you. He usually had such an intense look on his face, but he looked so…gentle. And soft. It was the look of the boy you fell head over heels with. You met men at the Commission who gaped at you, stared in awe, but in reality they didn’t do anything for you. Five gave you everything you could ever ask for. Without trying, he’d taught you so much and you loved him for it. Sometimes you felt as if nobody knew this soft side of Five, not even his own siblings. Five getting attacked physically by Commission lackeys and emotionally by his siblings hurt you so bad. Deep down, you knew Five had such a good heart, and cared so much about you and his family.

“So now I wanna see him fly, fly

I'll be your alibi, my baby

Fly, fly, fly away

We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye

No need to tell me why, my baby

Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day,”

Five stood up immediately once he saw the tears start to form in your eyes during a particular line. We didn’t get to say goodbye. The two of you truly did not get to say goodbye when you both were sent off into the apocalypse. He had screwed up and landed the two of you in different time periods of the apocalypse. You were stuck in the past of the apocalypse, while he was further ahead. He had screwed you over so bad, but you forgave him and greeted him with open eyes. He spotted Diego and Lila slowly go over to the dance floor, and Five decided he wanted to dance with somebody.

“Baby, when you're in the clouds, please keep a lookout

Maybe, darling, find a hideaway for you and I, you and I”

You had to stop a grimace from appearing. Ew, feeling emotions. You felt the tears in your eyes and tried to force them down, but it was hard to stop them. That’s when you saw someone making his way toward you. The look on Five’s face was unreadable, which you never thought you’d say. You were usually able to tell somewhat what Five was thinking. Without a word, Five gently grabbed your waist, despite the fact you were occupied with singing a very emotional ballad, and he gently led you to the dance floor along with Luther, Sloane, Diego, and Lila. Looking into the eyes of the boy you’d pined after for so long…man, it does things.

“And now I wanna see you fly, fly

I'll be your alibi, my baby

Fly, fly, fly away

We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye,”

Five felt terrible seeing the tears roll down your pretty face as you sang your sweet little heart out. Your eyes screwed shut and you maneuvered so that only he would be the one seeing you cry. He was the one who got to see you so vulnerable. The fact you were crying, singing, and now dancing in heels was incredible to him. All he wanted to do was make you feel safe. You two weren’t able to say goodbye before, but before this new apocalypse, you two would be able to say goodbye.

“No need to tell me why, my baby

Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day

And I'll be waiting for you there

You'll fly back home to me one day”

You allowed yourself to weep openly in front of Five as you sang. You weren’t one to go rattling off your emotions all the time, and you despised thinking about your time in the apocalypse. This was the first time you released how you felt about it in some way. Five’s hand slowly reached up and touched the side of your face, using a thumb to wipe away a tear. Five took the mic, blinked away and put it back where you found it, and put on some other song. He was right back to you.

“You know…in all my years I never thought my breath would quite literally be taken away by someone.” Five said softly, his hands gentle on your waist.

“Oh, you’re just saying that.” You chuckled softly. “I sang a pretty song, that’s it. Wasn’t even too good. Her vocals do not match mine.” You replied, earning a soft sigh from Five.

“How many years have we spent our time together?” He asked seriously, tilting his head and squinting his eyes. He took a deep breath, like he was preparing himself. “Goddamn it, it’s the end of the world, so why not? I like you, okay?”

You hesitated. Was Five being serious? He wasn’t the type to pull pranks. “I…sure hope you would like me somewhat, we’ve seen each other almost every day for many years-”

“You know what kind of like I’m talking about.” He gave you an expectant look. Was he confessing to you right now? You never thought you’d see the day. “I’ve seen all sides of you and I like all of them. Even the one that argues with me when I’m right.” This earned a chuckle from you. “Like I said, it’s the end of the world, so might as well tell you now. I saw you tonight and knew you were the only one right for me. You have every right to reject me. Terrible timing, I know.” He chuckled lightly. “Judging by how passionately you stared at me while singing that song, I’m inclined to believe you feel the same. Do you?”

You were practically speechless. “Five…” you could feel your face heating up again. “Idiot, what the hell took you so long?”

“Well, better late than never.” He hummed, a smug smile on his face. “Come on, you have to admit it now.”

“I’m not admitting anything, Five.” You huffed, averting your eyes to Sloane, who looked very very excited as she looked at you both.

Five clicked his tongue. “Well then, I suppose I’ll just have to go get a drink.” He started to pull his hands away but you were quick to pull them back.

“No! God, you’re such an ass.” You mumbled in irritation, before closing your eyes and sighing. “I like you a lot, Five. Maybe even love you. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Finally you admitted it, you stubborn bastard.” He teased, and before you could start to protest, he had suddenly teleported the two of you to a more secluded area of the room. “Well, I love you too.” He hummed softly, gently taking your face in his hands. He cleared his throat, almost nervously. Was Five nervous? That was unusual for him.

“Five..?”

“You have every right to say no, but…” he took a deep breath, averting eye contact for a few moments before looking you right in the eyes. “May I kiss you?” He breathed out shakily.

Now that was something you didn’t expect. Five was standing there, timidly asking if he could kiss you. His touch was sweet and gentle, like it usually was when you two touched.

“Of course you can kiss me, Five.” You chuckled softly, your own face very hot while you tried to play it off. You could see the relief in his eyes at your answer, and he stepped closer to you.

When Five’s lips touched yours, he was so incredibly mad at himself that he didn’t do this before. How long could he have been doing this with someone like you? How long could he have been holding you? Kissing you? Doing all these sickening, cheesy, romantic things with you? Why did his stubborn ass wait until the end of everything? He was such a dumbass. At the same time, he was addicted to this. The way your lips moved against his, like they belonged together. He could feel you smile into the kiss, and that made him feel things he’d never felt before. This was making you happy, and that’s what mattered.

When he pulled away, he lifted a finger to your lips to prevent you from saying anything.

“We’ll get to say goodbye this time, okay?” He said gently, keeping his hand on your face in hopes it would make you believe him. “I promise you that.”

He felt your face lightly lean into his hand. “We better, or I’ll kick your ass, Number Five.” You mumbled, and he laughed ever since slightly. That was you, ‘threatening’ him every ten seconds.

Suddenly, there was a loud obnoxious gasp from somewhere somewhat nearby, and Five cursed.

“I knew it!” Klaus cheered. “Luther, you owe me fifty bucks, dear brother!!”

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this my og thing soooo yeah!

alrighty, so i’ve decided to combine all my blogs n stuff into this one, because i don’t feel like switching between blogs, and i wanna write for more than just stranger things and the umbrella academy ! so…yeah thanks for listening to my psa

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Hey there! Just curious, are you planning to write more for your Let Go series? I absolutely love it and your writing it just flows so nicely!!!!

yes i def am planning to write more ! my motivation has yet to catch up to me again but I have so many ideas for future chapters. im so glad you like it!

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ARGH I NEED TO POST BUT I HAVE NO MOTIVATION 😭😭😭😭😭

CURSE YOU BRAIN LEMME WRITE FIVE FICS

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A Little Spill

five hargreeves x afab!reader

requested by @reinaeru

request summary - helloooo could I request for a Five x Fem! Reader? basically it takes place after S3, five and reader are at a coffee shop but they're strangers. five momentarily forgets that he doesn't have his powers anymore so when he tries to blink he suddenly crashes forward into the reader. the reader is instantly infuriated since the impact made her spill her drink all over herself, and she thinks that five did it on purpose to humiliate her like in those random prank encounters on TV shows. five and reader start arguing until they both get kicked out of the coffee shop for being too loud. the rest is up to you, thank you very much in advance <3

note - I hope this is what you wanted ! sorry if it’s a bit short :(

warnings - cursing

Living in a reset timeline with no powers was certainly something Five was going to have to get used to. As soon as he learned he couldn’t blink anymore, he knew it was going to cause problems. Such as, trying to teleport and running into things in the process. Like people, unfortunately.

This time, it was a coffee shop. And a very angry woman.

The coffee shop had gotten pretty busy after he’d gotten his. The wait was long, and Five occasionally took in the faces of the people waiting. Some checked their watches, some impatiently tapped their foot, some scrolled on their phone casually. Five had to admit he had a smug smirk on his face, calmly drinking his cup of black coffee while everybody else had to wait. It was the simple things in life.

After finishing his drink, he returned the mug while another name was called. His thought process was simple. Blink somewhere else. As soon as he went to jerk forward to teleport, he crashed. Shit. His body had slammed into another, and the loud rattling of ice and splashing of a drink combined with a loud shriek.

Goddamn it.

“What the hell?!” A voice shrilled, and Five looked to see who he had happened to crash into. The lady probably would have looked very beautiful if she didn’t have a snarl on her face and coffee dripping from her jacket.

“Shit.” He sighed. “Sorry.”

“What the hell did you do that for?!” She demanded, earning a scoff from Five.

“Wh- you think I ran into you on purpose?” Five scowled. The audacity!

“Yes! You literally like- lurched forward and bumped into me! Right after I got my coffee too!”

“Look, I swear it was an accident! Why would I run into you on purpose?”

“I dunno, you tell me!” She snapped back. She was really insistent that he had run into her on purpose. This was ridiculous. “Maybe to humiliate me by making me spill my latte!”

“You really have an imagination, don’t you?” Five retorted. “Do you even hear yourself right now? I don’t even know you! Besides, that’s not even real coffee!”

“Oh, so you’re insulting my tastes now?”

“It was an accident! Jesus, lady, what do you want from me?! I have no reason to make a lady I don’t know spill her drink that’s not even coffee! It’s just cream and sugar!”

“Okay, I’m gonna need to ask you both to leave.” A different voice spoke up. Five looked to see one of the baristas, looking peeved. “You both are disrupting everyone.”

“He’s the one who made me spill my coffee!” She argued, and Five pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Uh huh. And you’re yelling like a maniac.” The barista quirked an eyebrow. “Both of you get out.”

“Whatever. I was leaving anyway.” Five rolled his eyes and simply left. He already needed another cup of coffee. He glanced around for another shop, before he heard the bell of the door. The lady had decided to take her leave.

From the corner of his eye, he watched as the woman took off her soaking wet jacket and held it in one arm. She sighed and he noticed her start to walk over to him.

“Look, if you’re just here to yell at me some more, I don’t have time.” Five shook his head.

“No, I’m not going to yell at you.” She sighed out, rubbing her temple. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t really mean to start shouting.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to tell if she was being genuine.

“It’s fine if you don’t accept my apology. Just…figured I’d say something. I’ve had a shitty past couple days. So…yeah. Sorry.” He watched as she started walking away.

“Hey!” He quickly called, and she turned around with a confused expression. “I didn’t catch your name.”

She smiled ever so slightly and walked back over to Five. “I didn’t throw it.” She retorted. “I’m (Y/n). Why?”

“Well, (Y/n), I was going to buy you another drink to make up for your spilled latte, if that’s okay with you.”

“Well, stranger, I think I’m going to take you up on that offer.”

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tags 🏷 - @ay4kshalatus @vennythearsonist @ells-graveyard @its-loki-bitch @xaenii @zanrioo

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Let Go (Part Five)

five hargreeves x gn!reader

part four

summary - after spending more time at celia and chloe’s with five, you promise to go with him and klaus on a mission to figure out the mystery of the prosthetic eye

warnings - cursing, blood/gore

- i def needed a little fluff to cope with all the angst in this series already, so this one doesn’t exactly further the plot too much

“Why do dead bodies have to smell so bad?” You whined, nudging one of the bodies with your foot and gagging at the smell.

“The smell won’t be what you’re worried about if other people find several dead bodies here.” Five stated, grimacing at the dead men on the ground. “I’m proud of you, though. Taking on these guys yourself and keeping that family safe.”

Proud. He was proud of you.

“W-Well, duh. I’m an assassin too.” You whipped away from him, face burning as his words repeated over and over in your brain. You both cleaned up and disposed of the corpses the best you could. Five handled cleaning up the blood, since blood made you a little nauseous. You could use your powers to move the corpses themselves, so it was fair.

“Why did that kid call me your prince?”

Shit. Goddamn it, Chloe.

“Huh? Oh. I think it was just…the best way for her to connect things in her mind, y’know?” You stammered out, moving your hair out of your face. “I called her a princess, she called me a knight, all that. She was scared when she heard you and when I told her it was someone not dangerous, I-I guess her mind went to prince.” That would have been enough, but your mouth kept running. “I dunno why she called you my prince, I guess that’s just a little kid’s mind running since she was scared and all-”

“Hey,” Five laid a hand on your shoulder. “I get it.” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” You breathed out, face burning with embarrassment. Why was your heart pounding so fast?

“The place looks clean enough, wouldn’t you say?” He asked, dusting off his outfit. “Can we get out of here?”

“What? Five, I can’t just leave with no explanation.” You replied softly. “This lady’s house just got shot up, endangering her and her little kid. You can leave if you want, but I’m staying.”

Five sighed a little, debating it. “I don’t want to leave you by yourself. Not after all that’s happened. I’ll stay.”

You smiled. “Aww, does little Fivey have a heart?” You crooned, hardly being able to resist poking a little fun at him as you gently pinched his cheek.

“Quit that or I’ll slice your arm back open.” Five hissed, smacking your arm away and looking away.

You laughed and decided to stop teasing him, going back upstairs and knocking on the door to Chloe’s room. Celia opened the door after a couple seconds.

“You come to explain to me what the hell just happened downstairs?” She hissed out, jumping as Chloe ran underneath her legs in a whole new dress.

“The knight and prince have come back!” Chloe grinned, grabbing your hand and yanking you past Celia. Chloe started going on and on about her little land of make-believe where Celia was the queen, she was the princess, you were the knight, and Five was the prince. You weren’t getting out of this one.

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“Well, since my daughter stole (Y/n) away, you get to be my explanation.” Celia grabbed Five by the collar and dragged him inside.

“Hey!” Five immediately teleported out of her grip and brushed off his collar. “Look, lady, I don’t owe you any kind of explanation.” He said, trying not to startle the little girl you were conversing with.

“Oh I think you do.” She crossed her arms. “Sit.” She pointed to the bed, hardly even seeming phased by the whole teleporting thing.

“I am not sitting on-”

“Sit on the damn princess bed.” She scowled, earning an eye-roll from Five, but he did as she said and took a seat. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she sat next to him. “Look, I just want to know why a bunch of men started shooting up my damn house. I don’t need a whole life story filled with a bunch of details. My kid could have died tonight.” She murmured. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

Five sighed as well. “Alright, fine. I’ll indulge you.” He said. “My name is-”

“Five. I know that. The Umbrella Academy.” Celia shrugged like it was no biggie. “I used to be a huge fan when I was younger. Had a big crush on Allison.” She chuckled, but Five didn’t laugh.

“Uh huh. Okay. Well, if you know that much, you probably know that I went missing along with another teenager.” He gestured to you. “We time traveled using my power. We were stuck in a future for a very long time, and then this place called the Commission hired us to work as assassins for a certain amount of time. Long story short, we broke the contract and came back here, and we’re stuck in our old bodies and the Commission isn’t happy. Does that sum it up?”

Celia seemed to take a moment, crossing her arms and nodding to herself. “Okay…okay.” She said. “Well, I guess that’s exactly what I asked from you. Thanks, Five.” She redirected her attention to you and Chloe sitting by a toy chest in the room. Chloe had the biggest smile on her face, shoving a couple dolls into your hands.

“No problem.” Five said, watching as you took a tiny crown belonging to a doll and placing it on Chloe’s head. “We removed the trackers, by the way. They shouldn’t be able to find you guys again.” He added.

“Ah, that’s comforting.” She said with a dry laugh.

The two sat in a mildly uncomfortable silence, both watching (Y/n) and Chloe interact like parents watching their children at a playground.

“I feel terrible for them.” Celia suddenly spoke.

“Huh?”

“(Y/n), the poor kid. Had to go through all of what you just said, and came back to find out their caretaker is gone. Can’t imagine what that must feel like…”

“…yeah.” Five said with a frown. “How did you find out about (G/n)?”

“Oh, that? My parents were good friends with them is all. They were a great person. Loved (Y/n) to death. Never ever stopped looking for their kid, y’know? We went to check on ‘em one day and found them.” She explained, running a hand through her hair. “It seems like the both of you are pretty close, so I’m gonna tell you this.”

Five cocked an eyebrow as a way to tell her to continue.

“If you hurt a hair on their head, I don’t give a shit how much powers or training you have, I will put you six feet under.”

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“So, how did you defeat those bad men?” Chloe asked you, curiosity in her big brown eyes. She held a Barbie in her hands, going through a couple outfits for it.

“Uh…magic.” You replied. You weren’t entirely wrong! It was sort of like magic, even though you had never really thought of it like that.

“Nuh uh.” She crossed her arms.

“What? You don’t think I have magic?”

“No way! I’ll only believe it if you show me.” She stated firmly, and you chuckled softly.

“Alright then.” You hummed, and then promptly led a demonstration of your ability by lifting her doll into the air and changing her into a different dress. You laughed at the sight of Chloe’s jaw dropping and grabbing the doll.

“That’s so amazing!” She shrilled with joy, tossing her arms around you. “You’re like- a knight and a sorcerer!” She laughed. “At the same time!”

“Well, I’m sure you could be a princess and a knight if you really wanted.” You mused with a smile.

“I think I just want to be a princess!” Chloe replied with a sweet and innocent smile. “I could wear pretty dresses, eat fancy food, dance with princes too! Or maybe another princess!”

“You have a vivid imagination, Princess Chloe.” You commented. “I like it.”

“Thank you!” She giggled sweetly, before getting closer to you and whispering in your ear. “When are you and your prince getting married?”

She really does have a vivid imagination.

“Oh- we aren’t getting married, silly.” You chuckled, although you could feel your face burning.

“I thought you said he was a prince?”

“Well…he is of sorts,” you said, trying to figure out how to describe your and Five’s relationship in terms a child would understand. “We’ve known each other for quite a long time, and he’s been by my side a lot. We care for each other very, very much. But I don’t think he’d want to marry me.”

She frowned and tilted her head like a confused puppy. “Why wouldn’t he want to marry you? You’re so cool!”

“I simply don’t think he thinks of me that way, Princess Chloe.” You took a brush and carefully brushed out her strawberry blonde hair. “And that’s okay. He can still be a prince.”

“Hmm…okay.” She said, seeming to dismiss it for now as you began to calmly braid her hair. A pit of worry and guilt suddenly began to form in your stomach. Chloe had such big dreams for the future, but you knew that those dreams wouldn’t become reality. She wasn’t going to be able to meet her Prince Charming, eat fancy food, or wear beautiful dresses that aren’t cheap Disney Princess dresses. She was never going to be able to live out her wildest dreams. The cosmic injustice being done to this sweet girl was so incredibly unfair.

You had to stop this apocalypse. For Chloe’s sake if not anything else.

“Pardon me for interrupting,” Celia cleared her throat and snapped you out of your own head. “It’s probably time for Chloe to get to bed. Do you have…anywhere to stay?”

“With me.” Five stood up. “I’ll have them taken care of.”

“What? No, you can’t leave!” Chloe immediately whined. “What if the bad men come back?”

“Those guys aren’t coming back, kid.” Five clicked his tongue and put his hands in his pockets. “Don’t worry about it.”

Chloe didn’t seem too comforted. “But what if?!” She exclaimed, hugging herself with a pout.

“Look kid, nothing’s gonna happen.” Five said, his tone screaming exasperation. He definitely wanted to get the hell out. “You’re gonna be fine.”

Chloe’s bottom lip quivered and she went and crawled in bed. “Okay…” she grabbed an armful of stuffed animals and curled up.

“Excuse me, may we have a moment?” You politely requested, not bothering to wait for an answer as you took Five by the hand and pulled him out in the hall.

“Five, we have to stay.”

“What?!”

“At least one night, please?” You begged him. “I promise that’s all it’ll be.”

“Why?” He groaned, rubbing his temples before lowering his voice. “We have to stop the apocalypse, we don’t have time for this..!”

“She’s just a little girl!” You insisted.

“I know that, and if we want to save her, then we need to stop this apocalypse from happening.” He countered.

“We have time.” You reasoned. “Look, I’ll tell you what.” You took his hand in yours. “Just let me stay one night here. Then, I’ll follow you. I trust your judgement, so I’ll follow you wherever you go. I want to stop this apocalypse too, I know you know that. But we have time, and we both need to get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted after kicking Commission ass.”

You could see him debating it. He hesitated, and you squeezed his hand.

“Let’s crash here. Just for tonight. Please?”

He pressed his lips together in a thin line and looked away, as if he were trying to comprehend your logic. You were definitely the more emotional one out of this little assassin duo, and Five knew that. He should have expected something like this.

“Okay, fine. But I have a couple conditions.” Five sighed, a grin spreading across your face in response.

“Yes, of course! Pray tell, Mr. Hargreeves.”

“One, you’re going with me to find who this belongs to.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the prosthetic eye.

“I’ll do it.” You smiled. “Anything else?”

“I want a good cup of coffee in the morning.”

“As you wish.”

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Catch

five hargreeves x gn!reader

requested by the most amazing @ells-graveyard <3

summary/request - can i request a little something where five and his s/o are fighting and the reader gets injured in battle but it goes unnoticed and they just kind of pull it off like nothing happened until it comes up later? (also as very squeamish person who can’t handle gore could that be a trait the reader has?) so when it finally is brought up bc they are clearly not okay five is like “?!!!?” and has to help them tend to it??

tysm for the request! you’re my fav to get asks from for sure ilyyyyy <33 (and im definitely gonna use this as a reference for when i get to this scene in Let Go)

warnings - cursing, killing, blood, gore, fainting, mention of vomit

“Y’know, that really isn’t my first choice of weapons.” You looked over to Five holding the axe in his hand, inspecting it with a look like it was gum on the bottom of your shoe.

“Good thing you aren’t using it then!” He hissed out, starting to walk off without you.

“Well you don’t have to be mean about it.” You pouted, following him down the hallway. You were from the Commission, like Five. You didn’t have any crazy powers like the others, but you’d be damned if you couldn’t kill anyone just as well.

Before Five came along, you were the best assassin on the force, making your kills quickly and quietly. You hated Five for a long time after he stole your title, but you kinda had to make ends meet when The Handler went and put you two together on a mission to kill quite a bunch of people.

Five Hargreeves was the first person to learn that the once greatest assassin on the force had a bit of a case of hemophobia. After the job had been done, he was just about to go back using the briefcase until he heard retching sounds from the other side of the room. After you were done puking, you promptly fainted and he had to bring you back to the Commission himself. Luckily he simply told a lie and said that you’d hit your head, figuring you didn’t want people to know you couldn’t handle a bit of blood.

The both of you came to an open doorway to see a long table with multiple people sitting on each side. At the very end of the table sat AJ. You’d met him a few times, you were gonna feel bad killing him.

He stood up and the others stared when the two of you entered the room. “You!” He seethed. “Call security!” He demanded as you pulled out your knife.

A woman pushed out her seat quickly and went to grab the phone, but Five took care of it and swung his axe down on her arm, neatly severing her forearm from the rest of her. Cries erupted from the room, and in a flash, Five was on the other side of the room and had murdered two men and left them laying against the wall.

“Five- ew!” You could feel your palms getting sweaty and your stomach almost churning at the sight. You tried to shake it off the best you could and jumped on the table, grabbing a man by his suit and pulling him towed you, then you quickly drove your knife into his neck. You didn’t let yourself see the blood start to drain and moved right on to the next person, effectively killing them. The screams of the board echoed throughout the whole room.

Five did most of the work very quickly, but you imagined he was more driven than you considering this was for his family. The both of you stood in front of AJ, who was cowering beneath the table. The little goldfish looked at the pair of you fearfully while you rested your arms on Five’s shoulder and smiled.

“She sent you, didn’t she?” AJ gasped, body trembling. “(Y/n)! How could you do this to a place that’s done so much for you?”

“Does it really matter now?” Five didn’t let you answer, tilting his head almost mockingly while you just shrugged and let him handle it. Five was kinda in a pissy mood, you wanted to let him blow off some steam.

“Whatever she offered you, I will double it, triple it!” AJ bargained, looking between the both of you.

“I’m not doing this for money.” Five was about to drive the axe into AJ’s glass head but was tackled. Your eyes widened and you watched him fall to the ground with an attendant that was not pleased Five wrecked the vending machine outside over a fuckin’ Fudge Nutter.

It was almost comical watching them both roll around on the ground, the lady screeching like a banshee about how he was gonna pay for the vending machine. You glanced to AJ.

“Don’t go anywhere, ‘kay?” You hopped off the table and watched with your knife as Five elbowed the woman. “Get AJ, I’ll handle her.”

“Fine.” He hissed, before looking back. This fucker was already gone.

“I told you to not go anywhere!” You shouted, watching as AJ fled the room. “Shit.”

Five looked around with slight panic and grabbed some kind of wooden paddle from the wall and took off.

A sudden tug on your leg pulled you to the ground, your nose making contact with the floor. You groaned as your knife skidded away toward the woman, and she just went ahead and grabbed it. She was about to try and kill you over a damn vending machine you didn’t even break!

“I didn’t break that stupid thing!” You snapped, rolling to the side as she plunged your knife down into the ground instead of your heart. You rolled away once more before you tackled her, pretty much wrestling with this stupid attendant who was treating one of your favorite knives like a toy. She thrust the blade toward you and you did a pretty good job at dodging. You grabbed the knife finally and stuck it in her chest.

“Goddamn.” You breathed, pulling the knife out and cleaning it on your suit. As you used your blazer, you suddenly realized where you had pulled the knife away from. A crimson stain was present in the side of your clothes, a rip in the shape of a hole going through your dress shirt…and flesh.

You had pulled the knife from your own body.

When had she stabbed you? Was the adrenaline too much to where it just overpowered your senses? That really didn’t matter, as the loud shattering of glass alerted you that Five had gotten AJ. The sound of footsteps was the next alert. Five was coming.

You quickly buttoned up your blazer and a very bloody Five walked into the room.

“You done? Come on before you vomit.”

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“Well?” The Handler’s smooth voice came from behind you and Five. You stared at the ground, not even bothering to look at the woman, but you did see Five hand her AJ in a bag to her from the corner of your eye. She gasped in pure delight. “AJ!” She cackled, holding him up to her face. “You’re finally starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours.” She hummed to Five. Although she got no response from Five or you.

All she got was a glare from you.

“Why so quiet, lovebirds?” She questioned, turning her gaze to you both. “I figured you’d be buzzing after this morning’s slaughter, especially you!” She held up a finger and tapped your nose. Still, no response from you, but Five did smack her arm away.

“Don’t touch them. And besides, all this killing…” Five grimaced and then looked to her. “I’m done with it.”

“What?” She pulled out a handkerchief.

“What I did today I did for my family and the love of my life. I did it to save the world.”

You were the love of his life? That was sweet.

“Oh please, spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you? Even (Y/n) didn’t bother with any of that. Besides, the so-called love of your life doesn’t seem very joyful.” She gestured to you, and you still hadn’t said anything. You just stared and hugged yourself while she attempted wiping the blood off Five’s face. Five looked over and frowned but didn’t have time to say much as The Handler held out the suitcase. “Here. Per our agreement. This will get you two and your siblings back to 2019. You have 90 minutes.”

“90 minutes?” You voiced, eyes wide.

You could practically feel the scoff coming from Five as he walked after The Handler. “You said nothing about a time limit!”

“Actually,” she checked her wristwatch. “You have 89 minutes and 30 seconds. Better hurry.”

“This is impossible, okay?!” Five continued walking after her, you quickly following. “My siblings are scattered across the city!”

“Nothing’s impossible. You two lovebirds proved that this morning when you killed the board.”

“Look,” you coughed into your sleeve. “Two trained assassins killing a small group of people is not the same as playing Where’s Waldo with five people in a huge city! We need more time!”

“Any more time, and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we’ll all be.” She turned to face you and suddenly placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned toward to whisper in your ear so that Five couldn’t hear.

“Especially you. You better hurry before all that blood drains right out of you.”

“Get your hands off them!” Five ordered, and she did so.

“Tick tock, tick tock.” She smiled and walked off.

Five looked appalled, but he grabbed your hand and teleported off while The Handler’s words were imprinted like a burn in your mind.

You were suddenly where Elliott lived, and you about doubled over at the sight of the bloody writing on the ground.

ÖGA FÖR ÖGA

“Oh- come on.” You groaned, trying to ignore the burning pain in your side just a little longer. You held onto Five’s arm as he practically dragged you up the stairs.

“Don’t look.” He said briskly before he pulled off the cover on the figure on the chair at the top. You shut your eyes just in time, hearing Five’s soft whisper. “Damn.” You heard the ruffling of the sheet and you opened your eyes.

“Who?” You quietly asked.

“Elliott.”

“Shit.”

You made your way over to the voices coming from where the phone was. Luther and Diego stood there, Diego seething some threatening words into the phone.

“Are they…calling someone?” You whispered and face palmed as Five went over to them.

“Hey! It’s Öga För Öga, idiots.” Five rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“Swedish.” You added with a soft grunt, sitting down in a nearby chair. Maybe it would ease the pain of the hole in your side. “Eye for an eye.”

Five nodded in agreement. “Exactly right, my dear. It means the Swedes killed Elliott.” He explained, taking off his bloodstained blazer and sweater vest while Diego made some bullshit excuse and hung up. They started saying something more as Five left the room, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Yours ears were ringing, and your head was pounding. The world around you was spinning. Your side was burning like a wildfire.

“Hey!” A sudden tap on your shoulder pulled you out of if. Five stood above you, now in clean clothes. “We gotta go find Viktor. Luther’s getting Allison and Diego is getting Klaus. Come on.” He held out his hand for you to take.

“Right.” You cleared your throat, the flaming pain in your side only worsening as you stood up with Five’s help. Your legs gave out and you would have tumbled to the ground if Five hadn’t quickly caught you.

“Hey, woah. Careful.” He said with his eyes just a little wider than before. You weren’t usually a clumsy person. Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to respond to him.

His left hand had landed right on your wound.

“Is everything okay?” He lowered his voice. “You’ve been acting strange.”

You had to build up your voice to respond. “Y-Yeah…’m okay. Blood, y’know?” You lied. Five didn’t seem to buy it, but he let it go.

“If you say so. Let’s go.” He set you up straight and let go. He started heading down the stairs, his left hand on the rail. But then you noticed his eyes darting to some bits of red at his fingers.

“Huh. I thought I got everywhere.” He pulled his hand up to his face in order to inspect it, his breath hitching. His entire hand was stained with blood. Where he’d grabbed you.

He whipped around and saw you leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs. Your black blazer was no longer being pressed against your body by your arms. He could now see the large amount of blood that stained your shirt, a knife-sized hole where the blood was darkest. Your body trembled, trying to hide the wound even when you both knew it was pointless.

“That’s not good.” Five breathed, frozen.

“Oh, I’m…” your breathing was harsh and ragged. “I’m fine.”

“No, you are not fine.” He said cautiously, starting to walk back up the stairs.

“F-Five…I think I’m gonna…”

It was like your legs just gave up. Five watched as your eyes rolled back into your head before crumpling like a rag doll.

“Shit!!”

You slammed into the railing as you fell forward, attempting to catch yourself but only pushing yourself down the stairs. In a flash, Five was scrambling to catch you. You crashed into his arms, starting to send him down the stairs, however he teleported and sat on the ground with you instead.

“Shit, shit! Fuck!” Five’s words came out in panicked shouts, drawing back your blazer to inspect the stab wound. “You dumbass!” He exclaimed with wide eyes, even though you were no longer awake to hear him. He slid his hand under your neck to hold up your head and checked your pulse with his other hand. Faint, but it was there.

“Five?” Luther leaned over the banister from the top. “Oh shit-!”

“Get medical supplies now before I come up there and stab you myself!!” Five demanded, cradling your unconscious body tenderly. “Shit, sweetheart…” he whispered, pressing a hand to your wound as hard as he could. “Why didn’t you say something?” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours.

Luther came back to the banister, holding up a plethora of supplies. “Is this enough?!”

“Yes, just throw it down! Don’t hit them!” Five snapped, catching the materials Luther threw down. Five carefully held you in his lap, sighing. “I’m sorry about this.” He quietly apologized, tenderly unbuttoning your dress shirt enough from the bottom to reveal the wound. He tried his hardest to prevent his hands from shaking as he began to clean the wound. Part of him was pretty pissed that he was forced to waste time, but he couldn’t let you bleed out or get any kind of infection.

“Hnn…F-Five..?” Your words were slurred together, eyes opening just a little. You instantly hissed in pain at the touch of your wound.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay.” Five rubbed your arm just a little. “Stay still.”

You tilted your head up and Five cursed when he saw your eyes widen at the sight of your wound. “O-Oh my god-! Five-!” Your voice came out panic-stricken and you started squirming, making this much more difficult for him.

“Hey!” He raised his voice to try and grab your attention. “Hey, listen to me! You need to stay still!” He said, but you only panicked more. He slipped his hand to the back of your neck and gently brought your head up. Without another word, he kissed you deeply. Just as he expected, you slowed down and stopped squirming.

Five took this opportunity and tried to look down to your injury the best he could while staying in the kiss. As soon as he started cleaning it again, your breathing increased and you began to shuffle.

“Hey, hey, no.” Five kept you close to him, looking back to your eyes. “I gotta tend to your wound, understand? That means you need to stay still, or it’ll just hurt more. That’s why you’re gonna focus on kissing me, alright? You’re gonna be just fine.”

You hesitated, but eventually complied with a nod and shakily pressed your lips to his.

“That’s it.” He said against your lips calmly, keeping his eyes open and treating the stab wound the best he could. It took quite a few minutes, but he was able to clean it up and wrap a bandage around it.

“There. Was that hard?” He asked after pulling away.

“Yes…” you muttered, glancing to the patched up wound.

“Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah…”

“Then what the hell were you thinking?!” Five exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders. “You should have told me right away before you just collapsed like that! Don’t you understand you could have died?! Don’t ever scare me like that again! Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have to tend to your partner’s stab wound?!”

You stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting this burst of anger. “Five, I’m so-”

“You better be sorry!” He cut you off, and that’s when you realized he was quaking. He let out a sigh and brought you in for a hug. “You pull some shit like this again and I’ll kill you, understand?”

“I understand, Five.” You chuckled quietly, returning the hug and leaning on him.

“Good. Now let’s hustle! We gotta find Viktor and get the hell home!”

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SEASON 3: five in every episode: 3.07 - auf wiedersehen

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Five With an S/O Scared of Fireworks

five hargreeves x male!reader

decided to write this because i hate fireworks and couldn’t find any comfort fics, thus i wrote this little thing myself. so this is kind of a self insert. my bad-

this is set in a nice little AU where they stopped the apocalypse the first time with no problems

warnings - cursing

No one in the Umbrella Academy celebrated 4th of July much, but many people around did. Especially in a large city.

There were MANY fireworks.

Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, and Viktor sat outside just watching calmly until Klaus spoke up.

“Has anyone seen dear (Y/n) anywhere?” He hummed out, leaning forward in his chair and glancing around.

“Haven’t seen him.” Luther shrugged.

“I saw him in the kitchen, but didn’t see him come outside.” Allison spoke, rubbing her thighs a bit.

“Should we check on him..?” Viktor spoke softly, glancing to the rest of his family.

“Someone should, duh.” Diego flipped a knife up in the air and caught it. “He’s family and shit. Shouldn’t you know where he is, Five?”

The group looked around and Five stood up. “I’ll look for him. I don’t think he’s a fan of fireworks.” He went inside without another word. Five didn’t know the extent of your fear, or else he would have already been at your side.

Upon realizing you weren’t in your room, he went to his own instead. That’s really the only other place you’d be. He knocked softly on the door.

“(Y/n)? You in there? Everyone’s asking about you.” He waited a couple seconds for some kind of response, frowning when he didn’t get one. He almost knocked again, but stopped when a loud whimper came from the room after a rather loud firework went off somewhere outside. “Hey, I’m coming in.” He said, determination now in his tone. He opened the door quickly and his heart dropped at what he saw.

There, curled up in his bed, lay you. Your face peered out from a large pile of blankets, and you held two pillows against either sides of your head. You were shaking so bad the mountain of blankets were quivering as well. Another firework boomed and you flinched with another soft cry.

“Oh shit.” Five whispered, swiftly going over to where you were curled. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the pillows against your ears, trying to block out the sound as best you could. Your breath was fast, bursting in and out quickly. Your lip quivered like a baby about to start bawling.

“Come here, I’ve got you.” He got onto the bed next to you and instantly pulled you into his arms. You dropped the pillows and clung to Five like a baby clinging to its mother. Your body jerked as another firework boomed, sobs wracking your body as multiple went off at once. He held you tightly against him in an attempt to ground you, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Hey hey hey, look at me.” He whispered, taking your face in one of his hands and looking into your teary eyes. Your eyes shut tightly at the sound of more fireworks. “Just look at me, sweetheart. Breathe.” He kept his voice low, not wanting to scare you anymore. You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he could tell you were trying hard to stop crying. “I know you’re scared, I know it’s loud. Just focus on me.” He kept his voice tender and gentle.

“I-I-I ca-can’t-”

“Shhhh…yes you can. You’ve faced much worse than fireworks. I’m right here. I’m here to take care of you.” His voice was soft yet firm. You began to attempt to talk to him, trying to convey what you wanted from him. His eyes never left yours, being patient while you tried to get your words out.

“C-C-Can we-” you paused to let out another sob. “Sn-Snuggle?”

Five offered a small smile. “Of course we can snuggle if it makes you feel better.” He held you close with one arm and used his free hand to adjust the pillows back on the bed. Stopping to comfort you every time a firework went off, he laid down with you in his arms and pulled the blankets over the best he could. He brought your face into his neck, trying to cover your ears the best he could.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ears, kissing your forehead and temples whenever you flinched due to the loud booming of the fireworks. Overtime, he felt you gradually relax into his body.

“That’s it. Just relax, darling. I’m right here. Not going anywhere, understand? I love you so so much.” Five cooed, playing with your hair and then going to rub your back.

Once you stopped responding to him and the fireworks, he carefully adjusted so he could see your face. He smiled once he saw your eyes closed, lip no longer quivering. You were sleeping like a baby.

“There we go…” Five kept his voice quiet, not daring risking waking you. He allowed himself to relax as well, holding you protectively and falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing and the fireworks going off outside.

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LET GO SERIES

- five and reader are childhood friends, the reader having been born on October 1st, 1989 and having telekinetic powers. after they get stuck and separated by a few years in the apocalypse, they reunite and do whatever they can to stop the apocalypse.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

- luther says something rather insensitive once seeing reader’s s/h scars. comfort from five ensues

FLY

- five’s breath is quite literally taken away when he sees reader at luther and sloane’s wedding

FIVE WITH AN S/O SCARED OF FIREWORKS

- exactly what it sounds like

CATCH

- reader gets injured and hides it from five, and he has to treat the wound

A LITTLE SPILL

- fem!reader gets her drink spilled when five crashes into her at a coffee shop trying to teleport

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Let Go (Part Four)

five hargreeves x gn!reader

part three

summary - you kick some ass after commission folk show up at your childhood home. you comfort the small girl living there and a certain someone shows up right after.

warnings - cursing, killing/gore, self-unaliving mention, idk how to phrase this but cutting open someone’s arm,

note - i haven’t exactly written a fight scene before, so apologies if it’s not that great ! this one is also a little longer than i intended

(for the fight scene)

You opened the door and was met by the loud cocking of a gun in front of you.

Multiple men stood there, all dressed in black and with guns. Commission folk. Great timing.

"Come quietly, and we won't have to hurt you, kid. Some guys are getting your little boyfriend too."

"Get out of my way."

"Come on, I don't wanna kill a teen. You think we wanna fill a kid with a buncha lead?"

"Don't worry. You won't."

You obviously knew that The Commission wouldn’t be very happy that you and Five reneged on your contracts of five years on the job. What you didn’t expect was them to show up so quickly. Right to where you were, too. There must be a tracking system.

“Well, suit yourself, kid.” The guy in front sighed, and you grit your teeth. This was probably what you needed after hearing the news. A way to blow off some steam.

“Call me kid one more time, asshole!” You tossed out your hand and flicked your wrist upwards. The gun in his hands followed in the same direction, smashing his chin on its way up and over the other guys.

Thus began the deafening sound of gunfire.

“(Y/n)?! What the hell is going on?!” Celia’s voice came out in a shriek from the lounge.

“Shit.” You cursed, using your power to redirect the bullets being shot at you to the wall instead. You slammed the door shut and held it while bullets flew through. “Celia! Take your kid and go to the portrait in the room I used to live in! Near the bathroom!” You were lucky that (G/n) had made that space for you. All that mattered was that Celia and her daughter stayed safe. Why did you have to be at a place with two innocents when this happened?

You seized the table next to the door and yanked it in front of the door, screaming for Celia to make a run for it. She bolted from the lounge, running up the stairs, presumably to where the loud crying now came from. As soon as Celia was out of view, you threw the table through the door after opening it. It slammed into a couple guys and knocked them over.

The guy you’d hit in the chin with his own gun got up and made a break for it toward you. You stepped to the side and grabbed him by the shirt, yanking him toward you and kneeing him where the sun doesn’t shine. Next, you used your powers to pluck a gun from another man.

“I don’t like guns, but for you I’ll make an exception.” You crooned, still pissed he kept calling you a kid. Calmly, you let the trigger pull and a clear hole shot through his head. Before he could fall, you suspended him in mid-air and used him as a nice shield while the others kept shooting. You fled to the kitchen and the other men followed. The man in mid-air was brought down and he came down with a flick of your wrist, knocking another guy over. His head collided with the ground and he did not move again. Both men laid on top of each other, dead.

Three men were left, and all of them chased you into the kitchen. You opened a particular cupboard and yanked a frying pan out.

“Time to Rapunzel this bitch.” You muttered, dashing underneath the gunfire and wacking two guys in the back of their heads with the frying pan. The other guy swiftly turned and you kicked him in the back of the leg. He fired the gun as you did so, and you cried out as you felt a horrible pain in your bicep. This bitch shot you in the arm!

You used your other arm and used your power to yank the gun from his hand and snapped it in half with said powers.

“You dickhead.” You hissed, directing your hand at him and lifting him in the air by his throat. He choked, hands desperately gripping at his throat and kicking his legs at you. “Can’t believe you shitheads would come shoot up a house where a mother and her daughter live.” You kept the telekinetic hold on his throat and watched his face turn all different shades of blue.

“Go to Hell.”

With a sharp turn of your neck, his snapped and you let him fall to the floor. As you turned to leave the room, you heard a cocking of another gun. You’ve gotta be kidding. You glanced back and saw one of the men you whacked with the frying pan slowly and shakily aiming his gun at you. You calmly stepped out of the way when he shot, pointing at the bullet as it whizzed past you. It stopped and turned around, darting right into the man’s neck.

“Finally. These assholes.” You rolled your eyes before gasping. Celia. You double checked everyone was dead before hurrying up the stairs. You could still hear the sound of crying, which you assumed was Celia’s daughter. You shoved open the door to where your old room was. It definitely was not decorated like your room. It was like a princess lived there.

A princess-style bed was in the middle of the room, cute pink bedsheets littered with hearts spread across the bed. There was a huge pile of stuffed animals on the bed, and there was more scattered in the room. A huge toy chest sat in the corner of the room, Barbies and all sorts of dolls spilling out. The carpet was white and fluffy, a few of the clothes belonging to the dolls on the ground. In the closet was what made your heart drop.

A bunch of Disney-princess dresses hung up in the closet, cute little shoes to go with on the floor. The dresses themselves wasn’t what hurt. It was the size of them. They couldn’t belong to a kid older than four or five.

You bit your cheek and looked to where you’d told them to hide. A decently sized picture of a flock of sheep hung there. You approached the painting and gently pulled it open like a door. Crawling through the small tunnel it revealed, you saw Celia holding a petite girl to her chest. You were right, the kid looked about five years old. Fat tears rolled down her tiny little face, and she stared at you with fear.

“It’s alright, kid.” You whispered. “You’re safe, I promise. All those bad men are gone. You and your mom are perfectly safe.”

“(Y/n), what the hell was that?” Celia hissed out, running her hands through her daughter’s hair.

“…I’ll explain later.” You sighed, not wanting to get into it in front of the kid. You felt awful watching her shake and sniffle. “Hey, what’s your name, kiddo?” You asked. The little girl looked to her mom, who nodded. She looked back to you and wiped her eyes.

“U-Um…Chloe…” her voice was quiet, and you almost misheard her.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty name? Just like a princess.” You offered a smile, just trying to put this kid at ease. “Can I call you Princess Chloe?”

A tiny smile spread on her face, and she fiddled softly with the dress she had on. “Yeah..!” She said, using her forearm to wipe her tears away. “Did you scare those bad men away?”

“Yeah, I did.” You said, choosing not to elaborate. “They were no match for me.”

“Woah…” she said in awe, sitting up a little. “You’re like a knight defeating an evil dragon! What’s your name, Knight?”

“I guess so, huh? You can call me (Y/n). Isn’t this little hidey hole cool? I used to live here, and the person who took care of me made this for me for when I needed alone time. I’ll tell you what, this can be your secret room now. Would you like that?”

Her smile only got wider. “Uh huh! I can put more stuffed animals in here!”

“You do not need any more stuffed animals, Chloe!” Celia groaned softly, wiping sweat from her brow.

“Princess Chloe, Celia.” You chided playfully, earning a loud laugh from Chloe sitting in her lap. She already seemed to forget what had just happened.

The three of you all jumped when the sound of the front door slamming came from downstairs. You instantly whipped around and was ready to kick some more ass, but you stopped when you heard the voice.

“(Y/n)! Partner! Are you here?!”

Thank the lord. It was just Five.

“Wh-Who is that?” Chloe was back to being scared, snuggled up to her mother.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be scared.” You reassured her. “That’s someone very close to me, I trust him with all my heart. He won’t hurt you.”

“Is he like a prince?”

You paused. Five was sort of prince-like. At least to you he was.

“You could say that.”

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When Five entered the house with the door littered with bullet holes, he was quite nervous. You could absolutely hold your own in a fight, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. What if something had happened to you and he wasn’t there? He called your name a couple times, stepping over the bodies of the men on the ground.

He yelped when he suddenly saw a floating unicorn stuffed animal in front of his face. “Jesus Christ..!” He sighed, the arm of the stuffed animal waving to him before it turned around and floated up the stairs. Five slowly followed it into a room that made him want to puke. He’d never seen so much pink in his entire life. Was this your old room or something?

He watched the stuffed animal float over to a huge painting of sheep. It turned to face him, and Five was a little uncomfortable staring into the glittery blue eyes of a unicorn plush. It tapped the frame with its yellow hoof and suddenly fell to the ground. Five stepped over to the painting and cautiously gave it a tug, and it just- opened. He peered through and blinked at the sight.

You sat in front of a woman holding a little girl wearing a yellow princess dress. What he immediately noticed was the hole in your bicep, and his stomach dropped. You did get hurt. You didn’t seem too worried, a relieved smile forming on your face when you spotted him. The younger girl looked over to him.

“Are you (Y/n)’s prince, mister?”

“(Y/n)’s what?” Five raised an eyebrow, and you interjected.

“Yep, that’s the prince.” You told her with a nod. “Can you stay upstairs with your mommy while I go clean up the mess I made downstairs?”

What the hell are they on about? Five thought, shoving his hands in his pockets and letting you handle this. The little girl agreed with a toothy grin, looking back at him and waving with a little giggle. You pat the kid on the head before you came and met him outside the weird secret room.

“What happened?” Five instantly said once you two left the room. “Your wound, we need to treat it. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

He waited for a response, but he didn’t get one. You kept your head down and just walked downstairs to where all the dead Commission men were.

“Come on, talk to me.” Five insisted.

You didn’t say anything, simply lifting your hand and summoning every bullet that was fired to you. You held up both hands and made a squishing motion, and he watched as all the bullets molded together in a sort of ball. You tossed it in the nearest trash can. Next you pulled all the guns to you, using your powers to calmly rip them to shreds of metal, forming those into a ball next.

“Hey, quit ignoring me..!” Five raised his voice a little, scoffing a little as you walked past him and grabbed a frying pan stained with blood, going to the sink and washing it off.

“Hey!” Five put his hand on your shoulder and turned you toward him. What he did not expect was to see tears pooling in your eyes. His gaze softened in an instant, jumping a bit as you dropped the frying pan in the sink. “Shit, what the hell happened?” He breathed out, quickly outstretching his arms as you fell forward toward him. He caught you and kept you supported, very confused by the sorrowful tears now starting to seep into his blazer. He sighed and carefully just picked you up. “You can tell me all about it, but we need to treat your wound, okay?” He placed you on a chair in the kitchen.

He teleported away to the bathroom, practically raiding the cabinet searching for something to help you. He grabbed the materials quickly and was right back at your side. You kept crying as he pulled up a chair next to you and sat. “Can you use your power to get the bullet out?”

Through tears, you lifted your other hand and the cylinder of metal in your arm flew out and landed on the table. Crimson blood leaked from the hole in your arm. With the help of your powers, you ripped the material of the clothes you wore so Five could easily access the wound.

“Here,” Five held out his hand, and you shakily grabbed it with your other hand. He scooted toward you and started to clean the wound skillfully with his single hand, holding back any noises of pain while you squeezed his hand. “Do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

“It’s (G/n).” You whispered. “They’re dead. They…” you paused to let a sob out. “They killed themself.”

Well shit. That explains a lot.

“Oh.” Five mumbled softly, his gaze softening. “I’m truly sorry to hear that, partner.”

“I-I didn’t get to say goodbye.” You choked, looking away from him. Most likely to stop him from seeing your tears. You never liked it when others saw you cry. He recalled a couple times where you threw shit at him to stop him from coming in on you crying after a nightmare.

He let go of your hand to wrap a bandage around your injury, letting you grab his blazer instead. He hated that he didn’t know what to tell you. He hated that he was indirectly responsible for this. He hated so much that he had pulled you away from your previous life into a living hell where you lived in isolation for years.

“I’m so sorry.” Was all he knew to say. “Do you just need a shoulder to cry on for now?”

He needed to say no more, as you pretty quickly wrapped your arms around him, weeping into his shoulder. He wasn’t too sure how long you cried for, but you pulled away with red eyes once you were done.

“Damn the Commission.” You mumbled, glancing to the bodies on the floor. “They attacked this house with a mom and kid here.”

“It was a donut shop for me.” Five responded, grimacing at the bodies. “Didn’t even get to enjoy my coffee.”

“Poor you.” You lightly elbowed him, earning a quiet chuckle from him. “Are they tracking us somehow?”

Five held out his arm to show you the wound Viktor had fixed up. “Yep. We need to get yours out.”

“Goddamn it. We get to fuck up my arm even more.” You sighed out, using your power to lift a knife over to you. “Will…you do it?”

Five reluctantly took the blade. “I don’t know if I want to cut open my partner’s arm.” He admitted.

“You cut yours open.”

“That’s different.” He lightly scoffed.

“Please, Five?”

“…damn you.” He groaned. He took his tie off and handed it to you. “Bite into this.”

You grabbed his tie and bit down, neither of you too excited about this. He took a deep breath as you grabbed his arm to brace yourself. He tensed up and carefully used the blade to slice open a small portion of your arm.

He muttered countless apologies as you groaned loudly in pain into the tie, tears slipping from your eyes while you grit your teeth and squeezed his arm. Before he could reach in and pull it out, you let go of his arm and held out your hand. The small tracking chip shot out of your arm and was suddenly crushed in mid-air when you closed your fist.

You spat out the tie and grimaced. “Yuck.”

“Yuck indeed. I gotta fix up this wound now.”

“Oh come the fuck on!”

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tags 🏷 (as in you guys wanted the other parts so im assumed you wanted this one too)~ @lilsubbysblog @ells-graveyard @generousdoodleforillustration @beakami @staygoldsquatchling02 @harleyquinn3289 @uncle-eggy @kumagaikatsumisblog @ay4kshalatus

hope you all like this one ! sorry this was so long, i ended up liking the whole thing with celia and chloe a lot, and i’m hoping to add them in a few more parts since i now have a direction this story is going !

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Let Go (Part Four)

five hargreeves x gn!reader

part three

summary - you kick some ass after commission folk show up at your childhood home. you comfort the small girl living there and a certain someone shows up right after.

warnings - cursing, killing/gore, self-unaliving mention, idk how to phrase this but cutting open someone’s arm,

note - i haven’t exactly written a fight scene before, so apologies if it’s not that great ! this one is also a little longer than i intended

(for the fight scene)

You opened the door and was met by the loud cocking of a gun in front of you.

Multiple men stood there, all dressed in black and with guns. Commission folk. Great timing.

"Come quietly, and we won't have to hurt you, kid. Some guys are getting your little boyfriend too."

"Get out of my way."

"Come on, I don't wanna kill a teen. You think we wanna fill a kid with a buncha lead?"

"Don't worry. You won't."

You obviously knew that The Commission wouldn’t be very happy that you and Five reneged on your contracts of five years on the job. What you didn’t expect was them to show up so quickly. Right to where you were, too. There must be a tracking system.

“Well, suit yourself, kid.” The guy in front sighed, and you grit your teeth. This was probably what you needed after hearing the news. A way to blow off some steam.

“Call me kid one more time, asshole!” You tossed out your hand and flicked your wrist upwards. The gun in his hands followed in the same direction, smashing his chin on its way up and over the other guys.

Thus began the deafening sound of gunfire.

“(Y/n)?! What the hell is going on?!” Celia’s voice came out in a shriek from the lounge.

“Shit.” You cursed, using your power to redirect the bullets being shot at you to the wall instead. You slammed the door shut and held it while bullets flew through. “Celia! Take your kid and go to the portrait in the room I used to live in! Near the bathroom!” You were lucky that (G/n) had made that space for you. All that mattered was that Celia and her daughter stayed safe. Why did you have to be at a place with two innocents when this happened?

You seized the table next to the door and yanked it in front of the door, screaming for Celia to make a run for it. She bolted from the lounge, running up the stairs, presumably to where the loud crying now came from. As soon as Celia was out of view, you threw the table through the door after opening it. It slammed into a couple guys and knocked them over.

The guy you’d hit in the chin with his own gun got up and made a break for it toward you. You stepped to the side and grabbed him by the shirt, yanking him toward you and kneeing him where the sun doesn’t shine. Next, you used your powers to pluck a gun from another man.

“I don’t like guns, but for you I’ll make an exception.” You crooned, still pissed he kept calling you a kid. Calmly, you let the trigger pull and a clear hole shot through his head. Before he could fall, you suspended him in mid-air and used him as a nice shield while the others kept shooting. You fled to the kitchen and the other men followed. The man in mid-air was brought down and he came down with a flick of your wrist, knocking another guy over. His head collided with the ground and he did not move again. Both men laid on top of each other, dead.

Three men were left, and all of them chased you into the kitchen. You opened a particular cupboard and yanked a frying pan out.

“Time to Rapunzel this bitch.” You muttered, dashing underneath the gunfire and wacking two guys in the back of their heads with the frying pan. The other guy swiftly turned and you kicked him in the back of the leg. He fired the gun as you did so, and you cried out as you felt a horrible pain in your bicep. This bitch shot you in the arm!

You used your other arm and used your power to yank the gun from his hand and snapped it in half with said powers.

“You dickhead.” You hissed, directing your hand at him and lifting him in the air by his throat. He choked, hands desperately gripping at his throat and kicking his legs at you. “Can’t believe you shitheads would come shoot up a house where a mother and her daughter live.” You kept the telekinetic hold on his throat and watched his face turn all different shades of blue.

“Go to Hell.”

With a sharp turn of your neck, his snapped and you let him fall to the floor. As you turned to leave the room, you heard a cocking of another gun. You’ve gotta be kidding. You glanced back and saw one of the men you whacked with the frying pan slowly and shakily aiming his gun at you. You calmly stepped out of the way when he shot, pointing at the bullet as it whizzed past you. It stopped and turned around, darting right into the man’s neck.

“Finally. These assholes.” You rolled your eyes before gasping. Celia. You double checked everyone was dead before hurrying up the stairs. You could still hear the sound of crying, which you assumed was Celia’s daughter. You shoved open the door to where your old room was. It definitely was not decorated like your room. It was like a princess lived there.

A princess-style bed was in the middle of the room, cute pink bedsheets littered with hearts spread across the bed. There was a huge pile of stuffed animals on the bed, and there was more scattered in the room. A huge toy chest sat in the corner of the room, Barbies and all sorts of dolls spilling out. The carpet was white and fluffy, a few of the clothes belonging to the dolls on the ground. In the closet was what made your heart drop.

A bunch of Disney-princess dresses hung up in the closet, cute little shoes to go with on the floor. The dresses themselves wasn’t what hurt. It was the size of them. They couldn’t belong to a kid older than four or five.

You bit your cheek and looked to where you’d told them to hide. A decently sized picture of a flock of sheep hung there. You approached the painting and gently pulled it open like a door. Crawling through the small tunnel it revealed, you saw Celia holding a petite girl to her chest. You were right, the kid looked about five years old. Fat tears rolled down her tiny little face, and she stared at you with fear.

“It’s alright, kid.” You whispered. “You’re safe, I promise. All those bad men are gone. You and your mom are perfectly safe.”

“(Y/n), what the hell was that?” Celia hissed out, running her hands through her daughter’s hair.

“…I’ll explain later.” You sighed, not wanting to get into it in front of the kid. You felt awful watching her shake and sniffle. “Hey, what’s your name, kiddo?” You asked. The little girl looked to her mom, who nodded. She looked back to you and wiped her eyes.

“U-Um…Chloe…” her voice was quiet, and you almost misheard her.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty name? Just like a princess.” You offered a smile, just trying to put this kid at ease. “Can I call you Princess Chloe?”

A tiny smile spread on her face, and she fiddled softly with the dress she had on. “Yeah..!” She said, using her forearm to wipe her tears away. “Did you scare those bad men away?”

“Yeah, I did.” You said, choosing not to elaborate. “They were no match for me.”

“Woah…” she said in awe, sitting up a little. “You’re like a knight defeating an evil dragon! What’s your name, Knight?”

“I guess so, huh? You can call me (Y/n). Isn’t this little hidey hole cool? I used to live here, and the person who took care of me made this for me for when I needed alone time. I’ll tell you what, this can be your secret room now. Would you like that?”

Her smile only got wider. “Uh huh! I can put more stuffed animals in here!”

“You do not need any more stuffed animals, Chloe!” Celia groaned softly, wiping sweat from her brow.

“Princess Chloe, Celia.” You chided playfully, earning a loud laugh from Chloe sitting in her lap. She already seemed to forget what had just happened.

The three of you all jumped when the sound of the front door slamming came from downstairs. You instantly whipped around and was ready to kick some more ass, but you stopped when you heard the voice.

“(Y/n)! Partner! Are you here?!”

Thank the lord. It was just Five.

“Wh-Who is that?” Chloe was back to being scared, snuggled up to her mother.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be scared.” You reassured her. “That’s someone very close to me, I trust him with all my heart. He won’t hurt you.”

“Is he like a prince?”

You paused. Five was sort of prince-like. At least to you he was.

“You could say that.”

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When Five entered the house with the door littered with bullet holes, he was quite nervous. You could absolutely hold your own in a fight, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. What if something had happened to you and he wasn’t there? He called your name a couple times, stepping over the bodies of the men on the ground.

He yelped when he suddenly saw a floating unicorn stuffed animal in front of his face. “Jesus Christ..!” He sighed, the arm of the stuffed animal waving to him before it turned around and floated up the stairs. Five slowly followed it into a room that made him want to puke. He’d never seen so much pink in his entire life. Was this your old room or something?

He watched the stuffed animal float over to a huge painting of sheep. It turned to face him, and Five was a little uncomfortable staring into the glittery blue eyes of a unicorn plush. It tapped the frame with its yellow hoof and suddenly fell to the ground. Five stepped over to the painting and cautiously gave it a tug, and it just- opened. He peered through and blinked at the sight.

You sat in front of a woman holding a little girl wearing a yellow princess dress. What he immediately noticed was the hole in your bicep, and his stomach dropped. You did get hurt. You didn’t seem too worried, a relieved smile forming on your face when you spotted him. The younger girl looked over to him.

“Are you (Y/n)’s prince, mister?”

“(Y/n)’s what?” Five raised an eyebrow, and you interjected.

“Yep, that’s the prince.” You told her with a nod. “Can you stay upstairs with your mommy while I go clean up the mess I made downstairs?”

What the hell are they on about? Five thought, shoving his hands in his pockets and letting you handle this. The little girl agreed with a toothy grin, looking back at him and waving with a little giggle. You pat the kid on the head before you came and met him outside the weird secret room.

“What happened?” Five instantly said once you two left the room. “Your wound, we need to treat it. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

He waited for a response, but he didn’t get one. You kept your head down and just walked downstairs to where all the dead Commission men were.

“Come on, talk to me.” Five insisted.

You didn’t say anything, simply lifting your hand and summoning every bullet that was fired to you. You held up both hands and made a squishing motion, and he watched as all the bullets molded together in a sort of ball. You tossed it in the nearest trash can. Next you pulled all the guns to you, using your powers to calmly rip them to shreds of metal, forming those into a ball next.

“Hey, quit ignoring me..!” Five raised his voice a little, scoffing a little as you walked past him and grabbed a frying pan stained with blood, going to the sink and washing it off.

“Hey!” Five put his hand on your shoulder and turned you toward him. What he did not expect was to see tears pooling in your eyes. His gaze softened in an instant, jumping a bit as you dropped the frying pan in the sink. “Shit, what the hell happened?” He breathed out, quickly outstretching his arms as you fell forward toward him. He caught you and kept you supported, very confused by the sorrowful tears now starting to seep into his blazer. He sighed and carefully just picked you up. “You can tell me all about it, but we need to treat your wound, okay?” He placed you on a chair in the kitchen.

He teleported away to the bathroom, practically raiding the cabinet searching for something to help you. He grabbed the materials quickly and was right back at your side. You kept crying as he pulled up a chair next to you and sat. “Can you use your power to get the bullet out?”

Through tears, you lifted your other hand and the cylinder of metal in your arm flew out and landed on the table. Crimson blood leaked from the hole in your arm. With the help of your powers, you ripped the material of the clothes you wore so Five could easily access the wound.

“Here,” Five held out his hand, and you shakily grabbed it with your other hand. He scooted toward you and started to clean the wound skillfully with his single hand, holding back any noises of pain while you squeezed his hand. “Do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

“It’s (G/n).” You whispered. “They’re dead. They…” you paused to let a sob out. “They killed themself.”

Well shit. That explains a lot.

“Oh.” Five mumbled softly, his gaze softening. “I’m truly sorry to hear that, partner.”

“I-I didn’t get to say goodbye.” You choked, looking away from him. Most likely to stop him from seeing your tears. You never liked it when others saw you cry. He recalled a couple times where you threw shit at him to stop him from coming in on you crying after a nightmare.

He let go of your hand to wrap a bandage around your injury, letting you grab his blazer instead. He hated that he didn’t know what to tell you. He hated that he was indirectly responsible for this. He hated so much that he had pulled you away from your previous life into a living hell where you lived in isolation for years.

“I’m so sorry.” Was all he knew to say. “Do you just need a shoulder to cry on for now?”

He needed to say no more, as you pretty quickly wrapped your arms around him, weeping into his shoulder. He wasn’t too sure how long you cried for, but you pulled away with red eyes once you were done.

“Damn the Commission.” You mumbled, glancing to the bodies on the floor. “They attacked this house with a mom and kid here.”

“It was a donut shop for me.” Five responded, grimacing at the bodies. “Didn’t even get to enjoy my coffee.”

“Poor you.” You lightly elbowed him, earning a quiet chuckle from him. “Are they tracking us somehow?”

Five held out his arm to show you the wound Viktor had fixed up. “Yep. We need to get yours out.”

“Goddamn it. We get to fuck up my arm even more.” You sighed out, using your power to lift a knife over to you. “Will…you do it?”

Five reluctantly took the blade. “I don’t know if I want to cut open my partner’s arm.” He admitted.

“You cut yours open.”

“That’s different.” He lightly scoffed.

“Please, Five?”

“…damn you.” He groaned. He took his tie off and handed it to you. “Bite into this.”

You grabbed his tie and bit down, neither of you too excited about this. He took a deep breath as you grabbed his arm to brace yourself. He tensed up and carefully used the blade to slice open a small portion of your arm.

He muttered countless apologies as you groaned loudly in pain into the tie, tears slipping from your eyes while you grit your teeth and squeezed his arm. Before he could reach in and pull it out, you let go of his arm and held out your hand. The small tracking chip shot out of your arm and was suddenly crushed in mid-air when you closed your fist.

You spat out the tie and grimaced. “Yuck.”

“Yuck indeed. I gotta fix up this wound now.”

“Oh come the fuck on!”

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tags 🏷 (as in you guys wanted the other parts so im assumed you wanted this one too)~ @lilsubbysblog @ells-graveyard @generousdoodleforillustration @beakami @staygoldsquatchling02 @harleyquinn3289 @uncle-eggy @kumagaikatsumisblog @ay4kshalatus

hope you all like this one ! sorry this was so long, i ended up liking the whole thing with celia and chloe a lot, and i’m hoping to add them in a few more parts since i now have a direction this story is going !

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Always by Your Side

five hargreeves x gn!reader

requested by the amazing @ells-graveyard

summary/request - (possible TW for scars?) could i request that of a five x fem! reader (or gen! neut) who has scars related to SH and one of the siblings ,, probs luther, he’s kinda dumb sometimes,, says something accidentally insensitive. reader could take a moment to themselves to leave the room and five could explain whats wrong with what he said before comforting the reader?? its totally okay if you aren’t comfy writing that or it doesn’t interest you

- thank you for the request! i had fun writing this one, don’t be afraid to send in more! i really hope this is what you wanted!

warnings - cursing, scars, s/h scars, s/h mention

Having the entire family + you all gathered in some random dude’s place was a little awkward. You’d thanked Elliott quite a few times for being so hospitable enough to let seven others be there, even it was from Five’s threatening (which you definitely did not approve of).

You gently held onto Five’s hand while the others explained to Viktor what had happened before everyone was transported to Dallas, Texas. You had been lucky enough to meet up with Five relatively quickly. You’d been teleported just two months before Five landed, and after a while of pretty much begging Elliott, he reluctantly let you crash with him. You of course tried to pay him back, such as cleaning and going to get food, things like that. That’s when Five forced himself inside the building and found you there.

You were stuck at his side like glue ever since. Five was definitely not the biggest fan of PDA or physical affection in general, but he wouldn’t mind letting you hold his hand or grab his arm if you were in need of comfort. He would gently rub his thumb on the back of your hand, tracing numbers subconsciously.

You were so absorbed by the feeling of Five’s touch, it took you a good few seconds to realize that Luther was talking to you.

“(Y/n)-!” Luther reached over and gently nudged you, and you gave him an annoyed glance. You were busy holding hands with your boyfriend.

“What do you want, Luther?” You asked in an exasperated tone, like you were a parent talking to a hyperactive toddler.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell you that you might wanna get those nasty wounds looked at.” Luther said quietly and gestured to the scars visible just below your wrist. As you and Five had been together, apparently the sleeve of your blazer had been pulled back to reveal the lines previously ‘drawn’ on your arm. “How did you get those? They look recent.” He hissed a little. “And pretty gross too. Yikes.”

You of course knew Luther didn’t mean anything by it. He was just concerned for someone who was basically his sibling.

‘Pretty gross too.’ Was what hurt.

You definitely appreciated it, but having to think about it was not fun. You cleared your throat and stood.

“I uh…I don’t feel great. I think I need to lay down.” You pulled your sleeves over your arms and catching Five’s death glare at Luther as you went over to Elliott. “Hey, Ell…is there somewhere I can go to be alone..?” You mumbled to him, rubbing your arms subconsciously.

Elliott looked up from whatever the hell he was working on, clearly surprised by your sudden interruption. “Huh? O-Oh, yeah. If my room’s okay, it’s just that door.” As soon as he gestured in a direction, you made a beeline there and shut the door quickly.

“Ew…Elliott smell.”

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“You’re looking at me like I screwed up.” Luther said to Five anxiously after you had excused yourself from the room.

“No shit you screwed up, apeshit.” Five hissed through gritted teeth, staring Luther dead in the eyes. “Are you that ignorant?”

“Wh-? I don’t understand.” Luther said, eyebrows furrowed.

‘He cannot be serious’, Five thought while staring his brother down. Five didn’t think Luther would say anything like that maliciously, that wasn’t really in his nature. He hated seeing that look of pain in your eyes. The way you shoved your sleeve down and followed that flight response.

Luther was right about the whole recent thing, though. He recalled you telling him over and over how hard it was without him. The fear that something awful had happened to him. You had struggled with this kind of thing in the past, and once he found out you had relapsed, Five felt absolutely terrible. He remembered holding you while sitting on the couch, softly pressing kisses to your face. He would do it a million more times if that meant that granted you peace of mind.

“You really are that stupid.” Five scoffed with disbelief. “Luther,” he lowered his voice as to not disturb the others. They didn’t really need to know. “Those are self-harm scars.”

“Huh?”

“I-” Five sighed and rubbed his temples. “Self harm scars, you idiot. They did those.” He whispered quietly, trying to stop the venom seeping from his voice. “It’s a…coping mechanism of sorts. A really bad one at that. It’s a sensitive subject, so you going and calling them nasty and gross is a real dick move. It’s incredibly insensitive, especially to point it out in front of a group of people that could have heard.”

Luther seemed to instantly realize he had messed up pretty bad. “Oh shit- I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” Five stood up and walked to where you had gone to, ignoring the calls of the others. He didn’t bother knocking and entered the room, grimacing at the smell as he shut the door.

A soft sniffle came from the direction of the window. “Smells bad, doesn’t it?” A weak chuckle came from you, who happened to be sitting at the window. Five almost winced at how upset you seemed. You seemed to have an iron grip as you hugged yourself, holding your sleeves tightly below your wrists. Tears glistened in your gorgeous eyes, a sight that pained him more than most things.

“It does smell pretty bad. Smells like Elliott.” He agreed, approaching you and taking a seat across from you. “I’m sorry about Luther.”

“No no, it’s alright, you don’t have to be sorry.” You reached up and wiped a stray tear away. “I know he didn’t mean anything by it.”

“It still hurt you.” Five whispered, leaning over and taking your face in his hands. He watched as you pressed your lips together in a thin line, looking down and away from him. He noticed the droplets of water streak down your face and fall onto his shorts. “Come here, let’s get more comfortable.” He stood up and guided you to follow him.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently patting his thigh as a signal for you to sit. You usually would have protested, claiming you would crush him, but you didn’t exactly seem to care. Five held his arms out and you hurriedly sat in his lap, swinging your legs up and crossing them behind him so you could bring yourself closer to him.

There was a rush between both of you as arms were thrown around. Yours slipped underneath his and wrapped around his torso tightly. His snaked around your shoulders, a hand coming up and resting gingerly on the back of your head. His slender fingers threaded through your hair, allowing you to cling to him like a koala to a tree. He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and moving a hand down to rub your back.

“C-Can we lay down?” You requested shakily, sounding as if you were a little kid coming to tell their parent they threw up in the middle of the night.

“On Elliott’s bed?” He teased and cocked an eyebrow, adding another kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll lay wherever as long as it’s with you.”

Holy shit when did you get so damn cute?

“Yeah.” He breathed, his heart swelling so much he thought he was going to burst. “Yeah, of course we can lay down, sweetheart.” He carefully maneuvered so that you were laying down, and then to where he was next to you.

You were on him like a moth to a light, legs tangling in his and arms bringing him closer to you. Your eyes followed him as he propped himself up with one elbow, reaching with his other arm to cup your cheek in his hand. He delicately ran his thumb up and down your skin, before timidly pulling your arm to him.

“May I?” He whispered, fingers messing with the end of your sleeve. You hesitated, but after looking at Five’s eyes, you answered with a nod.

Five nodded in response and carefully pulled your sleeve up. Without a word, he leaned down and gently let his lips grace each scar that littered your arm. He took his time, putting every ounce of his attention on you.

When he pulled away, he now kissed your stray tears away and held your face in his hands once again.

“Listen to me. No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. We can go through however many damn apocalypses this stupid timeline throws at us, I will never stop being by your side, understand? I’ll always be here to help you when you’re going through a tough time. When my brothers stop being idiots or when I stop wanting a cup of coffee is when I’ll stop loving you. I will always love you. Nothing in any timeline will make me leave your side. Nothing in any universe will make me stop loving you.”

“Do you promise, Five..?” You sniffled quietly, letting your forehead rest against his. “You promise you love me even more than Delores?” A quiet giggle reached his ears, and even Five managed out a light chuckle as he gave you a long, passionate kiss.

“I promise, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

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tags 🏷 - @ay4kshalatus