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Chapter One

Into the Abyss

warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume

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tag list: @lv9su ; @groovydazephantom

Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.

None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.

Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.

Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone. 

His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.

Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.

You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat. 

The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.

Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.

I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.

Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you. 

November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.

His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.

“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”

“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”

He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum. 

And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.

Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.

“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”

Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”

Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.

Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.

Nothing but trouble.

“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Herb.”

Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.

You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.

“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.

Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”

“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”

Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level. 

“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”

Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”

“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.

And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.

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Prologue

alright peeps, here we go. the yandere will be a bit of a slow build and y/n and five will spend a considerable amount of time apart. later (MUCH LATER) i will make a post stating which chapter they first truly interact. for now, it is hopeless pining and torture on the other side

PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANT TO BE IN THE TAG LIST--NO ONE IS TAGGED IN THIS ONE, I JUST GOTTA HOPE IT REACHES THE RIGHT PEOPLE LMAOO

warnings: neglectful five, references to a past abusive relationship, references of verbal abuse, injury, five just being weird ig

His fingers were threaded through his hair, a pale white against the black masses stuck to his head that felt as if they were suffocating more every second they remained. His bones had long turned brittle and his muscles ached as he poured himself over the same sheet of paper over and over and over again.

Stark white against the mahogany beneath his elbows. Bones against dust. 

The candle Allison had placed next to him as a comfort emitted the smell of fresh peaches and suddenly he yearned for spring again. The season where you were happiest prancing around fields and plucking flowers from their place tucked into the earth. Even in your old age you were spry, zipping through meadows whenever you could.

Of course he wouldn’t join you without a price, but you paid it all the same and were glad when he made his appearance next to you. It wasn’t as if you two were near each other all that often, anyway.

More often than not, tears stained your cheeks and his face was flushed red with anger and everything and nothing all at once.

He hated you. You loved him. 

Only when he saw the sea of red leak from your side–all for him–did he realize that maybe you were not one to be hated. You were too kind for that, too much like the flowers that you adored so much.

And so as you grew colder, realizing the monster he was, he touched you more. Held your hand. Whispered in your ear at night. 

He was planning to kiss you upon your landing in 2019. When he brought his hands to his face–no longer wrinkled and calloused with wisdom and long days of labor–he realized that they were meant for yours.

“Y/N,” he whispered, ignoring the faces of his siblings to search for yours. His brows furrowed as panic grasped at his chest. “I–”

He whirled around, his eyes scanning for something. Anything. A body, a heap, a pile of bones. Something.

He took Klaus by the lapel of his jacket. “I had a girl with me. She–did you see a girl? Any of you. Did you see a girl fall through with me?”

His siblings looked at one another, and he had his answer.

So there he sat before the same page that got you two into this mess. Over and over in the margins of the lined mass of numbers he would scratch the line of your jaw into the paper, a gentle swoop but one that reminded him of better days all the same.

The world was safe enough, he decided as he stood up on shaking legs, stuffing his gun deep into his jacket pocket. 

He stared at the lines he drew before taking an empty notebook and putting it in a satchel along with the few bottles spared in the late Sir Reginald Hargreeves’ liquor cabinet before he stared into the abyss.

And he blinked.

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Into the Abyss

In which a mournful husband realizes that he truly does love his wife. A little too much, if you ask his siblings.

Prologue

Chapter One

[dietmountaindewb8by]

PLEASEEEE do something similar to “when the light flicked green” or another part of it. i just want more guilt from yandere!five

what would your reaction be if i decided to create a series based off of five neglecting his innocent wife and then losing his shit when he loses her to time travel and watches her on the infinite switchboard only to watch her have a corruption arc of her own...can i have a poll?

[dietmountaindewb8by]

How you been are you doing okay

i'm okay! thank you!! how've you been??

[dietmountaindewb8by]

Im not sure if you're still open for ask but what about this:

Yandere!Five x Reader

When Five traveled to the future and was stranded there, he held up in an old apartment. He found himself snooping through the original owner's (reader) belongings. Learning more about them and slowly seeing them as an companion through his life. Going as far as imagining them for conversations.

Skip to him back to the present and older. He found the reader on the street and his obsession is still in full swing. What will he do? - 😺

oh my god! i love this so much! i'm always open for asks!

see, since he's already obsessed and he knows you inside and out, he knows that you are the one for him. his perfect other half.

dolores could not hold a candle to you--it got to the point where he burned her in the apocalypse for insulting you, a sacrifice to show you exactly how much he adores you in his twisted mind.

he'll try and get to know you, of course, swoon you like the gentleman he wants to show you that he is. but eventually, it'll grow to be too much for him. he won't be able to handle your divided attention.

and what if you got hurt? what if he couldn't make it to you on time?

so he'll take you.

but don't worry. he'll take such good care of you, just as you deserved all along.

[dietmountaindewb8by]

How do you think yandere Five would be with a reader who is numbed by stress? Feel free to take this as a request, just wanted to see more dark content with him! ^^

so idk if this answer is long enough for headcanons so ima just answer it here babe

so, five understands this first and foremost, and he does not like to see his darling numb, or feeling any sort of negative emotion. he saved the world for a reason; he doesn't want that loneliness and desperation to take over the one thing he actually cares about.

assuming that this is before he kidnapped his darling (considering there is no way in hell his darling will be feeling stressed under his watchful eye) he will simply remove the stressor.

teacher giving too much homework?

oh no, he got into an unfortunate car accident.

family problems?

it seems as if they've made a total 180! and now, they're letting you see him so much more often! it only took a few strongly-worded phrases, darling, don't you worry about a thing.

before he kidnaps you--when he's still in his honeymoon phase in which he thinks that he is fully capable of having an average relationship and does not need to control every little thing--he is still rather overbearing, but not as much as he is when he takes you. he's only a little overprotective, he tells you. there's nothing wrong with that.

"it's because i love you. now take a nap and we'll watch a stupid rom-com or something when you wake up."

[dietmountaindewb8by]

Hey! How would yandere Five react to his girlfriend and Klaus hanging out and them doing this:

https://youtu.be/5NBLvwE7DU0

OMG LMAOOOOO

ok, so assuming that his girlfriend is the one in yellow, he will absolutely just shake his head and take her home. like, he knows klaus is a terrible influence on his innocent baby and that will just not fly for him, so klaus will be grounded from seeing his girlfriend for a long time.

if the girlfriend is the one in red, he's just going to be more appalled since he thinks that klaus is teaching her swear words and again that will not fly. he will not be pleased and klaus will be grounded for even longer.

[dietmountaindewb8by]

dietmountaindewb8by coming in to drop the banger fanfic of the century and then disappear for 3 months: 😎

sorry! school and depression have been kicking my absolute ass and i just couldn’t do it

[dietmountaindewb8by]

part 2 of when the light flickered green was so good. i really like the idea of allison using her powers. good job!

thanks so much!!

[dietmountaindewb8by]

would you ever consider doing a part 2 for “when the light flickered green”?

it’s such delicious angst 👀

here it is!! thank you for your patience!!

warnings: suicidal thoughts, this entire story centers around suicidal thoughts, i'm sorry, references to past abuse, references to past cheating, five being delusional and kind of acting like the victim in his pov but he's not and i just want everyone to know and understand that he is in no way the victim, some rumoring going on here, broken reader

exactly how he wants

The bed had become your best friend; it was right up against the far wall, allowing you to survey the entire room at all times. It allowed you to see when he came inside, when he left, where he was, if he was near to you. It was in this bed that you had first told him you loved him, and it was in this bed when you first asked him for death.

At this time, only one of those statements remained relevant. You could not bear to see him smile at you for one more day, wake up curled in his arms like a small child for another morning, and you could not watch him try to make you forget about what had occurred only a few months ago.

You curled further against the wall when you heard footsteps down the hall.

~*~

He could still hear the recording playing in his mind, and laced with it, creating a symphony of misery within his heart complete with the screeching of violins and his own, hidden sobs, was your words when you had woken up

I want your mercy. Stop playing nice and end it. Just do it. I’m a liar. I’m a bitch. I’m a monster. Just take the final shot. Don’t draw it out; I’m done with the shit.

His girl–his sweet, sweet girl who had never betrayed him in the first place, who had never committed a sin in her little life. Long before, he had vowed to protect her from the monsters that lurked about. And then he became one–he became the very monster he feared would harm her. He remembered the bruises littering innocent skin, forcing guilt unto someone who did not deserve an ounce of pain. He remembered the women he would bring into his bed; he remembered how often he whispered your name instead of theirs and how hard he would try to make sure they looked like you, or at least bore some similarity to you. When you were his. When you were you.

He walked up the stairs, new bandages in his hand along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Whenever you left, you would rumble about, accidentally dropping vases when you heard him creep up behind you, accidentally cutting your hand when you saw him standing in the doorway. He’d been more careful to announce his presence around you, walking on eggshells so he could not scare you any more. 

As he approached the heavy wooden door, he took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and bracing himself for the request you never ceased to make every time he crossed your path, every morning, and every night in bed. Sometimes he wished you would leave the bed more often, but he would never want to make you feel more unsafe than you were. 

He knocked on the door, putting a smile on his face before opening it. “Hello, darling,” he whispered, walking around the side of the bed he shared with you. He burned the sheets that he used for the past year, replacing them with softer, lighter ones more suitable for you. And not dirtied by what he had done. There were still bloodstains left around the manor; you didn’t need any more reminders. “How was your nap?”

Your eyes followed him like a hawk would its prey. “Fine,” you whispered, lifting your hands to him so he could move more quickly. The less his hands were on you, the happier you would remain. You knew it, and he did too, though sometimes he still insisted upon you crawling into his arms, a frail creature in his eyes. “Have you given thought to what I’ve asked?”

“No.” His voice was cold, matter-of-fact, but when he saw you wince at the feeling of the bandages being removed from your scratched-up palm, his eyes grew softer as did his voice. His hand came below your jaw, his eyes not daring to rake over the bones that protruded from your body from the months of his torture. His lips brushed over your forehead; he did his best to ignore your flinching. “I’ve told you, sweetheart. Many times.” He tilted your chin. “I’m going to take care of you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I beg to differ, sir–”

“Five. Five, please. Call me anything but that, baby. Please.” Is this what he had resorted to? It almost made you laugh. The great Five Hargreeves, begging.

He deserved it, just as you deserved to have your request fulfilled. Not because you deserved it, but because releasing you from your pain was the least he could do.

“You can’t do that. If you won’t let me die, then let me live. I just don’t want to look at you. So please, please let me go. Please.”

He closed his eyes. You didn’t even notice that he had finished up with your hand before he brought it to his mouth, pressing his lips to it. 

“You know I can’t do that, baby. I won’t say I’m sorry for saying no. Because I’m not. But I can promise you that eventually, those months will be gone. They’ll be gone forever. I swear.”

~*~

Allison did not expect her brother to knock on her door. Nor did she expect him to look so disheveled in his suit, dark circles gathering under his eyes. Her wife was in the dining room, handcuffs wrapped around her wrist. She was almost afraid of Five finding her.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes. And suddenly Allison didn’t care if Five knew. All she cared about was taking care of her brother.

~*~

Allison Hargreeves had not crossed the threshold of the manor for some time. She wrung her hands together as she walked up to Five’s bedroom, crossing over into the next room for a larger space. Inside, she found a girl, frail and suspicious scanning her up and down before she paled some.

Turning to Five, his love shouted, “No. No, Five you can’t do this to me! Please! I swear, I’ll stop asking! Just promise me that you’re not about to do what I think you’re about to do!”

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms, nodding at Allison as he restrained you. “I’m going to take care of you. Such good care of you, and you won’t be in pain anymore. Never again. Nothing will touch you again. Okay? Take a deep breath for me, Sweetheart.”

You writhed in his grip. “No. No.”

Allison took a deep breath, thinking of how happy her brother would be, and praying for that same happiness herself. “I heard a rumor that you forgot about what he did, and that you’re going to be calm and allow him to care for you exactly how he wants.”

~*~

The birds chirped outside of your window. A smile curled around your face as you looked upward at your boyfriend. You shook him slightly, smiling wider at the little groan he let out before he looked down at you, adoration shining through.

“Good morning, pretty girl. How did you sleep?”

“It was alright,” you chirped. “But I had the strangest dream.”

Something foreign flashed across his face, but he pushed your hair from your face and brushed his lips across it. “Oh really? Tell me what it was about.”

“Oh, nothing. Just a few blinking lights. It hurt a lot, but it’s fine.” You began to laugh. “None of it was real, anyway.”

His smile became strained, but he swept you up in his arms, carrying you down to the kitchen. “I know how terrible nightmares can be. All you need is a distraction, baby. What do you want to do today?”

[dietmountaindewb8by]

Well, I wanted to make a request, but idk if I should or do it on my own ;3; Really, I see these dark Cardan fics and it makes me wanna go for it, but I'm terrified what people will think. You're really brave for taking these requests. It makes me feel better some people feel the same way, but yeah. I'm just a nervous wreck. Forgive me, I'm weird.

you are so not weird! if you feel like writing it, just do it! who cares what other people say; ideas are ideas and people do not have grounds to judge what ideas you have.

<33

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I have finally thought of something! Maybe. I don't know, it just occurred to me. So my idea is that the reader is human and considering how the fae like and enjoy belittling and degrading humans - Cardan included - it could reach a point where reader feels as though she can't do anything correctly. So she just kind of curls into herself and she just feels completely hopeless with everyday life. If it's set before Cardan is king and they're all still in school, then it could be a massive declining in her grades and when she has to eat lunch she just doesn't in fear of being judged for it. I guess Cardan will take advantage of that and make her completely dependant on him. So basically, he's the asshole for making her feel like that in the first place but then he "redeems" himself by claiming he'll look out for her and essentially just takes the reigns on her entire life. Hope you're alright!

hi!

warnings: i’m wicked tired so this might be incoherent; food; mentions of food; allusions to weight loss; bullying; cardan actually being cruel; controlling cardan; cardan kinda treating you like a baby in the end

THE WORLD IS OURS

It was no secret that you were intelligent. More than that. You could be considered a genius by faerie standards, never mind mortal ones. 

But it was no secret that your special quality had left you a long time ago, much like the light in your eyes and the love you held for yourself and the world. Everything had become so bleak with the vile words that dripped from his tongue so easily, every sentence branding itself into your head disturbingly.

At night it was all you could think of. And then, you realized, that he was right. Cardan was right, the disgusting boy who could never seem to leave you alone no matter how much you showed him that you were not worth his time. He only fought harder when he heard that.

You saw him less and less now that you had stopped trying. You hid somewhere in the back when you were in school; you no longer ate with the rest of your peers, instead moving somewhere else to mull over your failure. The death of all things good about you.

Every thought turned sour. Every day became rotten.

And it was all your fault.

~*~

It was no secret that you were his.

He had made it abundantly clear from the beginning. You did not respond well to it, turning him away with the smug look that always sat on your face, the righteousness that always hung around you like a cloak. It was addicting.

You were addicting.

You were lovely and smart and beautiful and you knew it, too. But the air of superiority that he wanted to crack, just slightly to worm his way into your heart, had shattered. His weak, weak human. So fragile, like a flower plucked from the ground.

You no longer ate with them. You no longer studied with them. You no longer smiled or laughed or even cried. He pushed you to your limit–even farther, for you had broken long before. It hurt him more than you would know.

Only when he saw how hollow your cheeks had grown, how dull your eyes had gotten had he realized what he had done, the transgressions he had so carelessly committed. He slammed his door when he had gotten into the castle. He had snapped pens over papers in which he had started letters to you, papers which he had just written your name hundreds upon hundreds of times.

“My sweet angel,” he whispered, tracing the familiar letters of your name over again with his finger, blackened with ink. “I will not allow you to languish. I will atone for my sins just as you have for yours. I swear.”

~*~

You did not expect to see Cardan Greenbriar sitting on your picnic blanket with a basket, free of his usual posse, but not free of a scowl. 

It was not a welcome sight.

“What are you doing?” you asked, looking down your nose at him, lying on his side, lounging in your sanctuary. While it was open, it was still yours. He would not take that too.

“What are you doing?”

“That–I’m sitting down. On my blanket. Yours is over there, Cardan.” Your eyebrows furrowed and your arms crossed defensively. He only smiled, ironically soft. You could not look angry if you tried. You were too tired, too weakened for a show of strength. You knew that better than anyone.

“Nicasia can keep it company. Have you eaten today, darling?” he asked, turning away from you, opening the basket. He put his hand inside, but turned to you before he could. He shrugged, his eyes widening comically. “Well? Sit down, won’t you? Lunch doesn’t last forever, dearest.”

You ignored the pet name, sitting down at his command. Ridiculous, you thought. It was your blanket.

“This is my blanket,” you said again. You mentally slapped yourself. Dumb. No wonder he thought you were dumb.

“I’m well aware of that. Now eat something, won’t you?”

“I’m not hungry.” You were. But you would not eat in front of him. You would not be compared to an animal again.

“I wasn’t asking.”

~*~

Cardan was suffocating. Once upon a time he had despised you. Now he was treating you like he would someone under his care.

At the beginning of the day, just before you left for school, he would be there, holding food and demanding you take his arm. Then, you two would share a blanket during your lessons. His arm would be around your waist and he would ask if you were too cold. Then you two would eat together. There would be more lessons, and then he’d walk you home. He’d leave you with a kiss on the forehead.

But he would not quite leave. Not really.

He would return later in the night. He would spend hours with you. He’d rub your back as you fell asleep. Sometimes, he’d even sleep with you, leaving you in the morning.

He was always there.

You had not known a moment without him. Not a moment without you being taken into his arms, being told that you were the most exquisite creature to roam the Earth, not a moment without his lips leaving your skin.

It needed to end.

~*~

“Cardan, why can’t you just hate me again! It’s suffocating! You despise me, what are you doing?!?”

The crown on his head was tilted, but it did not take away from the poise he oozed. He had given up drinking months before, becoming colder to the world. But he never seemed to not soften when you walked into the room, demanding you sit with him.

“Darling–”

“No. I’m not your darling. You need to stop, King Cardan.”

“You are really referring to me as king when you are queen?” He had stolen the crown that sat atop his head. He had killed off his brothers when they had threatened you. His father died and he had stolen that bloody, jeweled crown. “Stop this nonsense, dear, and sit with me. It’s getting late, and you’re not thinking straight.” He got up from his throne, swiftly moving toward you. He gathered you up in his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Come on, darling, you must be tired.”

“I am thinking straight.” You struggled in his hold to no avail. “My head is more than clear. You hate me. Go back to hating me. There are far too many reasons for you to hate me rather than treat me like this.”

“You deserve everything I offer you, sweetness. You deserve every ounce of affection I give you and more. The world will be yours whether you want it or not.”

“I don’t want it. I want to go home. Cardan, please–”

“You are home.” You were swept off your feet. “Now come on. We should go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

[dietmountaindewb8by]

Hey. Do you still take requests? If not don't worry about it I get it 😊 but if you do, what requests do you take?

i do! i take requests mostly for cardan greenbriar and five hargreeves. i love those two! but KAZ BREKKER WOULD BE AMAZING TOO :)

[dietmountaindewb8by]

This isn't a request. I was reading your dark Cardan fics and lemme just say: holy shit this is amazing. When i was first reading the Cruel Prince, THIS is the Cruel Prince I was expecting. THIS KIND OF CRUELTY AND DARK GUY. So thank you for fulfilling these requests and giving us the dark Cardan we craved.

OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME! thank you so much!!

[dietmountaindewb8by]

Hi! I’ve sent in a few requests, and I’m not sure if tumblr ate them or not, but I’ll ask again just in case! Can we get a yandere five where the reader has some sort of powers too and fights back with them? Love your writing!

hi! sorry this took so long! thank you for the kind words!

REQUEST THINGS FOR FIVE PLEASSEEEEE (can’t guarantee i’ll get to them quickly as school starts next week)

FIVE WITH READER WHO FIGHTS BACK WITH POWERS

First of all, if you have powers, you better beware of showing them to Five right off the bat. One, he probably knows and is debating on making Allison have you forget them (which, yes, she will do because she’s either a sympathetic yandere or she is terrified of what Five will do to her if she doesn’t). Two, he will definitely throw a hissy fit if you *dare* fight back.

But let’s say he doesn’t know (just for the first scenario). Let’s say that he was blissfully unaware and you sat there through his talk about why you were there. How he loved you and that you would be safe then, that everything would be good from then on.

The air around you changed suddenly. You were not complacent, you would not sit there and do nothing. You were going to fight like the powerful being you were; this was your destiny. You were going to fight back against Five, against the delusional words spilling from his lips.

So you raised a vase behind him into the air with your mind, smashing it over his head, knocking him out. You got free from your restraints and left the building, running home to pack your things and leave. It was your only option; somehow he had stolen you from your home and taken you away without a single drop of sedative. It was terrifying.

Stepping into your apartment, you found someone sitting on your couch, his feet up on the coffee table.

“It really is upsetting, darling,” he said, his head turning toward you, “that you are so violent. It’s not a good look for you; you could get hurt.”

Knives were suddenly behind you from the kitchen drawer, becoming your loyal army; Five was surrounded by a field of blue. 

“I heard a rumor,” you heard behind you, stunning you, “that your powers were rendered useless and that you are tired and want to go to sleep.”

The knives dropped and Five went back to normal, approaching the both of you as you drooped into his awaiting arms.

Your eyes became heavy and your feet were no longer able to hold you up, leaving you to rely on Five who was thanking Allison.

“Thank you, Allison, it really means a lot.” He began to lift you into his arms, your head buried in his chest. You could almost feel him purr at the feeling.

“I know you would’ve done the same for me if my partner went missing. It was no problem.”

“Screw both of…you,” you mumbled, making Five laugh at the violent words leaving you. “I swear to God if you don’t-”

You fell asleep in his arms, waking up in your own personal circle of hell, Five sitting next to you, that same appeasing, patronizing smile on his face.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?”