#but five going to save ben. that got to me man

[castiel-kline]

FIVE WENT TO SAVE BEN SHUT UP IM INCONSOLABLE

[parkersbliss]

hii can i request five's 😭 ( just some back story ; shes one of the sudden birth kids but isnt one of the umbrellas. they knew each other for awhile, helped saving the world. her and five became a couple back in '63 and she died while fighting. )

five saw her when they got back but shes one of the sparrows now. she can read minds?? u can change or add her powers. she tries to read five's then saw them together hehe, her heart's got soften for him

One Minute | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x female!reader

wc; 1,295

warnings: blood, violence, the usual

requests: CLOSED

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“Who the hell are you assholes?”

Five was used to expecting the unexpected. His whole life it felt like there was never any set reason for anything. Things just happened, and he had learned to not question them.

But this?

He had some questions here.

“Yeah,” Another voice chimed in. “Dad, who are these people?”

Five’s siblings seem just as shocked as he was.

“They claim to be my spawn,” Reggie spoke.

Allison turns around with a confused expression. “Claim? Okay, Five, what the hell is going on?”

Five shrugs. “I don’t know yet, but it’s concerning.” He wasn’t even sure what Allison or Reginald had said. All he could see was you.

You and Ben stood side by side, arms crossed as you stared at the six intruders. One of them with long hair steps forward, trying to hug Ben, and he punches him across the face. The six intruders begin yelling at you and your siblings, and you just roll your eyes. Who the hell did they think they were? Walking into your home and claiming it was theirs. They were deranged, and you were going to figure out why. You look to Ben with a raised brow, and he nods at you.

You step forward, stretching your conscience forward, and into the mind of the man in the hat. As soon as you enter, it’s loud. Things are hitting you in every direction, and you try to push your way through. You try to sort through the chaos, but it’s a jumble of things. Drugs, alcohol, war, the 60s… is that a cult?

You retract after that, stumbling back and shaking your head. The six intruders were siblings, just like you with special abilities, and they were called the Umbrella Academy. And they had time traveled — twice. Marcus shouting brings you back to the issue at hand.

The big blond one tries to reason with your brother, but he punches him straight into the man with a hat. You roll your shoulders back, preparing for a fight when you catch the eyes of the youngest boy. The intensity of his gaze makes you shiver. It was like he was staring right through your soul. You glare at him, throwing up your middle finger before Ben takes care of him.

“Can you stop staring at my sister?” He scoffs, punching the boy in the face. “Pervert.”

You stand back and let the two brooding males fight each other off. You’re shocked by the boy's power. He was good, teleporting across the room and getting the last hit on Ben before he vanishes again. You shrug, walking upstairs only to find him again.

You tilt your head as he whispers something to his sister, and she runs off.

“Ben’s right,” You said. “This whole stare thing is weird.”

Five rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are dusted red out of embarrassment. “Whatever.”

You raise a brow at him. “Are you gonna hit me or?”

“What? No. Why would I—”

He’s cut off when you punch him across the jaw, and he falls to the floor. He clutches the area, offering you a pained look. But not physical pain, it’s emotional. He lays there, staring at you with the same look in your eyes. It's really starting to creep you out. He obviously knows something you don’t, and you were going to find out. You close your eyes and let your conscience fall into his. There’s one clear memory that stands out to you.

Five grabs the gun from the Handler, but not before a single shot rings out. He doesn’t notice at first because soon enough, she’s dead on the ground, and he thinks, ‘thank god.’

“Five!” Allison screams. The boy turns around at the mention of his name and his heart drops.

A girl was on the ground, blood pooling from her chest as she takes ragged breaths. Five drops to his knees next to her, placing her head in his lap, hands shaking.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Five whispered.

She blinks slowly. “Five?”

“I’m right here,” He assures.

“I don’t wanna die,” She said through a sob.

He pushes a piece of hair behind her ear, trying to stay strong. “No, don’t say that. You’re not gonna die.”

“Please, please, don’t let me die, Five,” The girl begged, squeezing her eyes shut.

Five places a hand on her cheek, trying to shake her awake. Tears fall from his eyes as he holds her. He was making promises he couldn’t keep. She was dying, and there was nothing he could do but try to comfort her. “Listen to me. You’re gonna be fine, (Y/N). I promise.”

Her lip trembles as dark spots cloud her vision. “I love you, Five.”

Something snaps inside of Five, and he taps her cheek lightly. “(Y/N),” Five said through a panic. “I love you too, (Y/N). Hey, hey, wake up!”

The girl's eyes stayed shut, and Five doubles over, sobbing. She remained limp in his arms, and even though Five knew she wasn’t going to make it, a part of him still hoped. But that hope was gone. She was dead in his arms.

Her bright eyes would never open again. He would never get to hear her say his name again.

She was gone.

And all it took was a minute.

“I—,” You breathe out, stumbling back. Five’s emotions were intense, similar to ocean waves crashing over you. You could feel his pain and the look he gave you made sense. It hadn’t even been a day.

Five gulps, standing back up.

You’re not sure what to say. You don’t even know where to start. How is it that you died? That this boy knew you when you had no recollection of him? You loved him, and yet you didn’t even know his name. Well, before invading his mind.

Five’s closer to you now. His eyes are searching yours for something you’re not sure you can give him.

“I’m not her,” You said softly. “I don’t know you.”

Five nods. “But I do.”

You scoff, stepping back. “So? We’re not the same person.”

“How do you know that?” Five presses, stepping forward.

He’s right. You don’t know for certain that you weren’t that girl. You had different memories, and different circumstances but are you not the same person? You had the same smile, the same crude humor, and love for your family.

He takes another step forward, his hand touching your arm. Your breath feels caught in your throat as you gaze into his eyes. They held so much love for someone he didn’t ‘know.’ There was so much adoration in them as they glossed over.

“You look just like her,” He whispered.

You blink, trying not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. His evergreen eyes trace all the features of your face, and you feel small under it.

“I’m sorry,” You said. “But you have to go.”

“What?”

You back away from him, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards an exit. “You have to go, now.”

“(Y/N)—”

You hear Ben screaming your name, and you turn around to see one of his tentacles and turn back to Five. “Please, just go.”

You can see the hurt in the boy’s eyes, and you sigh. In one quick motion, you press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll find you again, okay?”

Five’s eyes are wide, but then his face hardens with determination, and he disappears in a flash of blue just as Ben finds you.

“You okay, sis?”

You turn around, slamming the door. “Little shit jumped away.”

“Don’t worry,” Ben assures. “We’ll get them soon enough.”

You offer him a grin, but deep down, you know you weren’t going to let that happen.

— END —

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[hauntedwitch04]

HALLOWEEN PARTY

Hi and welcome for the second edition of my halloween party. The first one was very liked, so I thought of making a new one this year. Hope you enjoy it.

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DAY 1: “Take my sweater, I love you and i don’t want you to transform into a popsicle” with Remus Lupin 

DAY 2: “You really did this for me?” "I made one for every single person I love, but your is the one I did first because you were the first I thought about." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 3: “Please kill that fucking spider” “Love, you know it’s fake right?” with Cassian 

DAY 4: “Eat some more soup, it will make you feel better. This is my James mother’s recipe.” “Fuck, love this is delicious.” with Sirius Black 

DAY 5: “I don’t need paradise, mine is right here with you, cooking a pie while you dance and sing an old rock song, dreaming about our future” with Dean Winchester 

DAY 6: “I got some leaves on my way here for you, they are really pretty” with Andrew Garfield 

DAY 7: “Love I swear if you light another candle our house may go on fire.” with Nyx Acheron 

DAY 8: “I have a skeleton in my closet.” “Everyone have them, love.” “No I mean literally” with James Potter 

DAY 9: “Did you really gift me an owl?” “You love the little one from Harry Potter, so i thought it would be a good gift.” with modern!Rhys 

DAY 10:  “Sweety, we are too old to play trick-or-treating.” “That’s a lie, you are never too old for it.” with Regulus Black 

DAY 11: “Look what I got from the shop down the street” “Another coat, seriously?” with Sam Winchester 

DAY 12:  “Your pumpkin is making heart eyes to mine.” with Eris Vanserra 

DAY 13:  “Oh my God, please save me from this ghost” “Love your Ghostbuster is coming” with Ben Barnes 

DAY 14: “Some friendships are like candles: they burn bright for a while and then they die because of a little wind.” with Azriel 

DAY 15: “There is someone there, you think we have to help him” “It’s a scarecrow” “I think I just had a heartache.” with Sirius Black 

DAY 16: “I love this oil lamp. How did you know it?” “I love you, and I know you, so I know you are into witchy things.” with Dean Winchester 

DAY 17: “Look mommy, a fox. Why are you crying mommy?” “Because it reminds me of your daddy.” with Eris Vanserra 

DAY 18: “You know we are not in a crime book right.” “Don’t ruin my moment. My time to be Sherlock Holmes has arrived.” with Sam Winchester 

DAY 19: “I’m not gonna watch another fucking horror movie with you” “Don’t worry darling, you have your hero by your side.” “Love, I don’t have to remind you that you are the one screaming the most right?” with Remus Lupin

DAY 20: “We are not gonna bring that black cat home.And don’t even try to make me the puppy eyes, this time won’t work. I’m over your spell witch.” with Nyx Acheron 

DAY 21: “What are these rocks?” “They are runes stones.” “Babe, since when you are a witch.” with Timothee Chamalet 

DAY 22: “We are not gonna watch Bride Corpse another time.” “You love that movie too, dont’ lie to me moose.” “Love, we already watched it like five times in two days!” with Sam Winchester 

DAY 23: “I never saw someone loving the moon like you do.” “You know what I love most about the moon? It reminds me of you, of your eyes.” with Rhys 

DAY 24: “Why are there three pumpkins? We always make pumpkin, one for you and one for me.” “Well I want to practice since, from next year we are gonna be three.” with Steve Harrington 

DAY 25: “Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my god, it’s a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my god, oh my God! That’s so cool!” “No man, another animal bit me: my girlfriend.” with Regulus Black 

DAY 26: “You are never gonna touch another drop of alcohol in front of me, you look possessed.” with James Potter

DAY 27: “Tell me a spooky story” “Love, if you don’t sleep another night because I scared you, your mum is gonna kill me.” with Cassian 

DAY 28: “Oh my god, you are bleeding!” “Love calms down, it's fake.” “You are a horrible person.” with Azriel 

DAY 29: “Boo!” “Fuck you” with Dean Winchester 

DAY 30: "Love, why are you crying?” “Neil didn’t deserve it.” “We already talked about this: you can’t watch that movie alone.” “But it’s one of my favorites.” with Remus Lupin

DAY 31: Halloween Party with College AU!Every fandom

[msnihilist]

Person Who Has Never Watched the Reboot Decides to Liveblog Alien-X-Tinction

First scene and I already hate Max's voice. #NotMyGrandpa

idk what alternate universe this is yet, but I like 1) that Ben is sad :), and 2) that his Omnitrix looks like that??? It really sells the idea of a prototype 🥺

"resistance will only beget pain" — villain who is smart enough to know that Ben doesn't know what "beget" means

"you always try to interrupt" okay, ouch, I actually love that angst (I already know who the Alien X is and what he's been doing to alternate Bens (I'm only watching this because the Wiki page for the special was interesting to me), so this is lovely :3) Max always tries to save his grandson and he never succeeds </3

Side note: evil Celestialsapien is a cool idea, and I like that this one is taking a "hands on" approach. It's about the thrill of the hunt :) And loving making people suffer

"oh, no, not again" LMAO, the dimension-hopping Max sounds soooo mildly inconvenienced

WAIT, DID THE ALIEN X RIP OFF BEN'S ARM??? I can't tell what happened here?? Fuckin' kid's show censors 😭

Max's face when Ben hugs his grandpa…… I love suffering 🥺

"you'd think I'd be used to it all by now" coming from a man who lost his grandkids and tortures himself by watching it happen again and again in other timelines hurts so good 😭 😭 I also love that they let Max cry about it. It's a small thing and it only lasts a second, but in the Classic continuity, Ben only cried on screen TWICE, both when he was 10. Letting an aged man hurt like this without making a joke about it is good to see <3

Back in the Real Timeline, I guess, lmao. I love that Gwen is tied up and just looks so bored with the whole affair

GWEN'S VOICE?? #NOTMYGWEN (I like that Zombozo is voiced by Drakken, tho)

Hm. I kinda like this angle with Ben's frustration. He feels like he's not living up to his full potential as a hero because he always has Gwen and Max helping him. It's different from when Ben would get cocky in the OG, and I think it's an interesting point, too :p This blatantly isn't about being a hero, it's about the thrill, which is something that ten-year-old Ben consistently struggled with

Still hate reboot Heatblast, but whatever

I definitely don't like how the fights are animated? It feels... slow. And I get part of that is to build up suspense/show of Alien X's abilities, since this show is aimed at a younger audience who wouldn't be familiar with the Classic continuity, but still :/ I don't like the flat camera angles and the hits don't have a lot of weight to them

Love that Alien X is killing off Ben's, though — something Eon was always too pussy to do

I hate this art style, but I appreciate that the writers are trying

I love villains who are obsessed with Ben Killing him, hunting him down, whatever. Watching villains shove aside whatever or whoever gets in their way to pursue Ben with single-minded fervor always hits good.

This fight between Ben and Alien X, up until he loses the Omnitrix, is probably my favorite fight in the special. Alien X was at his coolest and Ben really gave it his all, no matter how badly he got beat in return.

"there's no omniversal road-side service that drops out of thin air" — man who has forgotten that this is Ben he's talking about

BRO, THEY'RE PLAYING THE ALIEN FORCE THEME SONG WHEN OLDER BEN STEPS OUT OF THE PORTAL 😭 Okay, even though AF had kind of a lame opening, I'll admit: that was pretty hype

Holy shit, wait, the reboot has been going on for five seasons and this Max STILL hasn't told his grandkids about the Plumbers??? I hate him, worst grandpa

LMAO, Maximillian calling Ben a stubborn brat <3 AF Ben looking away in embarrassment because he knows it's true (he literally JUST tried to walk off and go it alone for?? no reason, literally), I love them. They're a family in every dimension

I think it's cute that Gwen already likes teenage Ben <3

Alien X: "You're in the wrong dimension." Ben, who's relaxing nonchalantly waiting for his plan to pay off: "Is that why my keys don't work?"

I MISSED AF BEN SO MUCH, HE'S SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN 😭 HE LITERALLY TRANSFORMED JUST TO GET UP THERE AND HAVE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE

AF BIG CHILL DESIGN + VOICE, MY BELOVED!!! They even kept Ben shouting out his transformation's names, nreulgneklge. That's some attention to detail that almost makes me forgive the art style <3 (almost)

"little me," omg, he's such a fuckin' dork

I love that when Bens get together, they literally just love each other, it's so so sweet <3

"I should rethink my prior mercy." "Your generosity will not go unappreciated… or unpunished." ngl, this guy is a sick villain

Okay, this made me love him. And Gwen's faith in him is sooo <3 Truly the best cousin of all time

"Are you okay?" "Better now that you're back, cuz." Ben and Gwen are so fucking cute in the reboot, I love them 😭 🥺

I love that Gwen 10 goes, "And, yes, we're [Gwens are] better" and then fucking picks Ripjaws for a fight in a rocky desert, sfbrygbrku. She's such a dumbass I do love her Ripjaws design, tho!! Love that they avoided the Omniverse problem of making the female aliens excessively feminized. ALSO OG HEATBLAST, MY LOVE

OV Ben ruffling younger Ben's hair 🥺🥺

AHAHA, OG Ben immediately assuming that this Gwen is also a magic user, pfft. Even in a dimension where they don't get along as well, he's got so much faith in his cousin <3

Gwen's little watch tech is like her UAF powers!!

Of course OG Ben would get pissy about someone picking the same alien as him 😭 He's so chronically ten years old

"But I'm not your Ben." "You're all my Ben." Okay, maybe this Max is actually the best one 😭 🥺

Jeez, that tragic backstory was pretty fucking brutal. Vilgax straight-up just vaporized Gwen and Max. I love the idea of an evil Ben who's lost everything, though. His Max and Gwen are dead, what more can they take away from him? Eon could never

LMAO, MAX JUST FORCIBLY ADOPTING EVIL BEN AT THE END. Ben is so unenthused, he's gonna get loved whether he wants to or not!!

Okay, just finished it. Final thoughts? It was really cute. Is it good enough to get me to watch the rest of the reboot? No. It's definitely not as hype as some of UAF/OV's high points, probably in part because I still can't get into the art style and also because the fight scenes just aren't as good.

It had pretty good pacing! I was surprised by that, I thought 45 minutes was gonna be too short, but it ended up feeling right. (Also, I'm upset to say that Max's voice grew on me. Gwen is on thin ice.)

You can tell that this was made with a lot of love, both for the characters and for Ben 10 as a whole. It really does feel like a love letter to the fandom, and for that, it was a good watch :)

Final score: 7/10, not NEARLY as bad as I was expecting, worth a rewatch <3

[silent-raven13]

HIMBO SPIDIES EVERYWHERE!

Peter Parker sighs: Wade, I'm not supposed to bring you here! You're lucky you got the Tour bracelet for the day! -He saw his fellow friend, Deadpool bouncing around-

Deadpool giggling like a fangirl: OMG! OMG! OMG! Spidy, look! -he points at the Spidermen with plush thick booties- I died and went to heaven! HIMBO SPIDIES EVERYWHERE! -fangirling so hard-

Peter cursed under his breath: I should've never told him.

Peter B.: Hey, Peter! What's up, who's your friend? -he slurps his soda having to carrying his daughter in his baby carrier-

Mayday waves: Hi-hi!

Deadpool gasps: Oh my gawd, look at her wittle socks- -He gasps louder- AND SHE GOT WITTLE FLOWERS!

Mayday giggles with her feet kicking: Hehehe

Peter sighs: This is my friend, Wade...

Deadpool hushes him: No Spidy! I'm Deadpool! You gotta keep my identity a -whispers in Peter's ear- secret!

Peter B slurps: Quite the friend you got there, Pete!

Peter groans: He's been begging me to bring him here. I had to do graveyard work for Jess' to let him come for the day! -Deadpool going all around the headquarters being so excited! He was more excited with the Spidermen with the nice rears-

Deadpool saw Petie: Ohh, look the dum truck on that one and those! -Unware that Petie talking to Miguel, Ben, Miguel, and another Spiderman-

Petie being casual: So, I'm thinking we should more team A into the left instead of the rig- -he stop himself feeling hands groping his butt. He looks over finding a strange guy in a black and red suit who happily giggles- Wha- Hey!

Deadpool giggles: Hey, gorgeous! -happily grabbing Petie's rear- You got some nice cake for a Peter Parker!

Miguel: Oye Cabrón! What da the hell you think you're doing! -He shouted out loud with his fangs out. Petie trembling with fear having to go behind Alpha and Miguel-

Petie: He touched me!

Deadpool: Oh don't worry! I'm all equal!

Alpha scowls: Listen asshole, you don't pull a -He grunts angrily feeling Deadpool's hands on his rear- HEY, Stop! I'ma kill you!

Miguel growls: WHO BROUGHT THIS HERE! -he scowls having a red tint on his face when he felt Deadpool's hands groping his rear-

Deadpool: Wow, so toned... so soft! -he turns to the fourth wall- Hey, you guys asked for this. Ya'll wanted know how sweet his cake is! Honk! Honk! Hehehe -he pinches Miguel's rear-

Miguel's talons came out ready to strike: You got five seconds to stop touching me!

Petie looks so confused: Who's he talking too?

Alpha: This man is derange! I'll end his misery!

Deadpool giggles: Honestly, I like the first Peter's cake... it's much softer like pillows. Alpha's too hard. Miguel's is just right, but I like them soft! -Alpha and Miguel gotten more angry by his words, while Petie blush-

Peter: Wait! He's my friend! WADE, stop it!

Deadpool happily went over to carry Peter: Yeah, this is my boo! -he turns to the fourth wall- Looks familiar, huh?

Peter: Put me down, Wade!

Deadpool: Nuh-uh! Let's get out of here before Mr. Dracula bites me! -he carries off Peter to escape two angry Spidermen.-

Peter B. slurps his soda with his daughter as they watch: You know, it never gets boring here, huh May? -he looks down at his kid-

Mayday: Nuh Uh -agreeing with her dad-

Deadpool carrying Peter in bridal style getting away from Miguel and Alpha. Peter with his arms crossed being annoyed, then he arched his eyebrow spotting two similar younger Spidermen.

Hobie running off with Miles in his arms in bridal style form, too. Miles rolled his eyes, when Hobie took him away from their friend being jealous. He wanted to snuggle and cuddle with Miles all to himself. Miles spotted a Spidermen being carried off going in the same direction: You too, huh?

Peter: Yeah...

Hobie turns to Deadpool as they ran in the safe pace: Ello, mate. What brings you here?

Deadpool: And you know, escaping ole' Dracula and his werewolf! -implying Miguel and Alpha-

Hobie: Ah, they are terrible, aren't they?

Deadpool: They are! I'm here saving my baby!

Hobie: Same here!

They're partners rolling their eyes having their arms crossed being carried off to God knows where.

[agent-toast]

I finished watching Umbrella Academy season 3 ep10. Here is a compilation of my reactions.

(not in order probably, just what i can remember)

-hello klaus nice to see you

-no don't ring the bell DON'T RING THE BELL WHY

-i was just beginning to like the old man

-then he is bad guy

-i'm sad

-finally allison is acting like a rational human being again

-diego you're stupid what if a sword swingin samurai dude breaks down the closet door? lila should stick with you so that she can mimic your power THIS IS STUPID

-wait how does lila mimic viktor's power without viktor using it at the time? eh whatever

-yes five you finally realised that the pattern on the flamingo is the same as the tattoo on your 100 year old self muahaha i knew that for a few episodes

-ew cockroaches

-do married people always have to kiss? aye if you're gonna do it, do it quickly. thank you.

-stand on them stars :D

-allison is not the chosen one :o

-hurry up five go teleport onto the sta- OH SHIT HIS ARM

-FIVE LOST HIS ARM

-OH GOD FIVE LOST HSI ARM

-ok he teleport onto the star yes

-wHAt why is hotel orange

-it's a machine from another universe???

-oh god they're dying oh god

-the acting is really good

-ALLISON SAVE THEM

-i really hate the reginald man

-GO ALLISON GO

-HAH why is the blood green? eh whatever

-five are you okay viktor are you okay

-don't press that button allison

-i like how the yelling overlaps

-oop she pressed the button

-allison are you hallucinating? also what is going on?

-the hell is this place

-narcissistic shit putting a bust of your own face in a place you built

-FIVE LOST HIS ARm oh wait he got it back

-does sloane no longer exist? since the universe reset?

-luther, the boy has just been through a traumatic incident. he lost his fricking arm. do not harass him further.

-oh no teleporty boy cannot teleport

-i like how five not being able to blink is just aidan gallagher acting out teleporting every time

-go watch the videos of him acting and you'll see

-they all got turned off creative mode by reggie

-viktor just stands there lookin at his hands

-allison? where did she go? is she dead??

-klaus being like 'aww i'm no longer immortal dammit it was getting good too!'

-k bye everyone see you at the next wedding or funeral

-damn right viktor that old man's an asshole

-he's also alive apparently

-who is that? grace? she also looks like sissy? or sloane? huh? what?

-next day: i realised that it's abigail the girl on the moon, stupid me haha

-thanks people for telling me in the tags

-did you guys see the ending where ben is sitting on the train looking all emo and cool

-what he reading there

-well i'm kinda sad now. gotta wait till 2024 for new content

-why is everyone simping for five btw that's kind of questionable

-and people are simping for aidan gallagher too? which is very questionable

-well time to sleep :D

[mekochansblog]

Do you still... love me?

 Five Hargreeves x reader

- middle of season 3 so spoilers if you haven’t seen it.

- angst and sad and the ending was a little rush.

- warnings: mentions of death, slight cursing, Five being an asshole.

- pt. 1

Pt. 2 here

Everyone landed in the living room. They all gasped for air like they had been underwater for too long and were finally catching their breaths. You looked at your husband, and he looked back at you and smiled at you; he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you. Once you have wanted for a while. Since you first traveled in 2019, Five started being distant. He will be curt with you, look at you as if you asking a genuine question was dumb, and bring Dolores wherever you keep going.

It hurt to see the man you have been loving since the apocalypse slowly and not so gently stop giving you affection and love. You breathed in and out and held Five's hand. You all walked to the bar.

And that's when you heard Diego, "Why is there a picture of Ben in the mantle piece?"

You also looked at it and sighed, a tired and heartbroken sighed, you knew what that would mean. You looked at your husband again, and he looked at the picture of his supposedly deceased brother. You knew then that this little affection you were barely feeling would fade later. You wanted to cry, scream, fall, and stay on the floor. You loved your husband, how couldn't you? You guys have been married for more than 30+ years, but ever since coming back from the first apocalypse to the second one, you have felt like all the love and affection you had a while ago has been gone. You've felt insecure, cold, and most of all useless because that's one of the words that Five said when not all his siblings made it in time when he had the briefcase the handler gave him.

You have felt like it's better off with you gone. It felt like he didn't need you anymore. When Reginald Five's father introduced the new sparrow academy, you felt Five yank his hand away from you. You side-eyed him for a while before looking around and slowly walking away. You didn't notice that Diego was staring at you, and he was the one that saw your eyes tearing up. He knew you were broken. Seeing your eyes go from bright and shine that you used to have; to a dull and lifeless color. Seeing his brother turn cold with his sister-in-law made him feel awful for you. He knew that you love Five with all your heart. He has seen you talk about his sarcastic brother with so much fondness and love. It broke him when you didn't stick around.

When everyone started fighting, you calmly and slowly walked around the familiar house you were in a year ago. Yes, you spend almost a year in the '60s. It was painful being just 20, with no one but yourself. You saw Five fighting the girl with black hair when you walked back. She spits something on him, and by the time you ran to where they were, she had run off, not before punching you in the eye. You were going to have a black look later on.

When you turn to Five, you hear him say, "Delores."

With so much fondness, that may be your breaking point. Feeling useless was one thing, but him not caring or thinking about you? It broke you. Maybe that's why the handler looked at you with such malicious and fake pettiness when she said Five didn't love you anymore. How could you forget the quote she told you before you and Five left the commission when trying to save his family from the first apocalypse?

"Isn't it ironic Y/N?" The handler said.

"What?" You looked at her.

"You know, Five ignores the one person that adores him, and you adore him, the one person he's pretty much ignoring; you love the one person who's hurting you, but Five is hurting the person that loves him, and that's you," She said while laughing at you.

The irony.

Maybe she was right.

You walked away from Five, away from everyone, and got out of the house. You started mindlessly walking around, hoping your feet would take you somewhere, somewhere far away from there. You looked up once your feet stopped walking. 'Hotel Obsidian,' well, you might as well walk in. It's not like anyone misses you at all. Don't worry; they just decided to leave you; they don't care, Y/N. So you started silently crying and walked to the front office.

"Ex-excuse me?"

The man, whose name was "Chet," is what it said on his nametag, looked at you and smiled. "How can I help you today, miss?"

You smiled, well tried, "One room, please."

He decided to give you the room for free; instead, you could repay him by helping around since he told you it looked like you had just lost your soul. So technically, you lost your heart, but that doesn't matter anymore.

MEANWHILE WITH, THE ACADEMY

They met in a park surrounded by benches; everyone was either in pain or just trying to get used to the beat they just took. So while everyone was arguing, one of them noticed the lack of their sister-in-law.

"W-wait wait, where's... where's Y/N?"

And that's when they all looked around at Klaus's words. Five looked around and noticed you had yet to be around. Diego then looked at Five, stood up, and grabbed him by the collar while his sibling tried to stop him.

"You did something, didn't you?! You know I've been noticing that your wife looks like she wants to disappear from us! Like she-she wants to..." Diego trailed off, not wanting to say the next thing.

"Die," Klaus said, and everyone looked at him, shocked, even Five. "She looks like she wants to die because you've been acting like a total asshole to her; you've also been calling her names and acting like she doesn't exist, more like she's not even your wife, just an acquaintance."

"Wh-what, no, I haven't." Five said, oblivious to how you've been feeling since all he had cared about has been saving the world and his sibling, but then he thought about it; when was the last time he gave you a hug or an affectionate kiss? When was the last time you gave him one of your smiles? When was the last time he made you feel special? When was the last time you talked about not being related to the apocalypse?

Hell, he didn't even know where you were. Did he make you walk away from everything because of how he treated you? Diego let go of him and sat down; everyone stared at Five, wanting to know what he would do. So he stood up and asked Klaus if he knew where you could have gone, to which he said he did not know, but he had a feeling. So all six walked to the hotel Klaus was talking about, hoping you were there.

MEANWHILE WITH YOU

You had on an apron and started walking to Mr.Pennycrumb, Chet's puppy; you smiled at the dog while he licked you. Chet told you, you could run the front office while he took a break. While you were doing your own thing, of course, with the lovely company of the puppy, you heard the bell ring. So you put on your beautiful smile and walked to the front.

Hi, welcome to Hotel Obsidian; how may I help you?" You said with a closed-eye smile.

"Y/N!?"

You looked at who it was, and your body froze. It was your family-in-laws and your husband. You tried to smile, but seeing your husband made you stagger for a bit; you wanted to run, wasn't that part of why you walked away? You looked down and tried to blink the tears away. Gosh, why the fuck were you crying? He fucked up Y/N, not you; you didn't do anything wrong except give him love and attention.

"Y-Y/N? Darling, can.... can we talk, please?" Five said he was going to hold your hand, but before he could touch you, you backed away.

Five has never hurt you physically, but mentally... yes. Five knew he fucked up. Since when were you scared to hold his hand? When did you become so... afraid of him? He treated you like shit, called you names, and ignored you for Dolores; how could he let you be in so much pain?

"I-I'm sorry, Five, I do- I don't want to talk to you. So here are your keys. Have a nice stay." So you said and grabbed Mr.Pennycrumb and strolled to the back.

While you stayed in your room, Five stayed in his. He tried so hard to talk to you; he begged you to speak to him. This was torture. Is this how you felt? Was this all coming back to bite him in the ass for treating you like you didn't matter. Later on the day, you did open the door for him. Not because you wanted to but because you wanted to hear why? Why was he mistreating you? Did he not love you anymore? So when he came into the room and sat down, you asked him.

"Do you still...love me? Am I even someone you want to be with?" You asked him while you hugged the puppy, Mr.Pennycrumb giving you the comfort that Five once used to do. Five looked at you with such a guilty look. Has this been playing on your mind? Did he make you so insecure that you didn't know if he loved you?

“There’s never a day where I don’t think about you darling. I’m sorry I made you feel this way.. the way I treated you was something I promised you when we said our vows that I will never do… I love you darling I still do.” Five said with tears streaming down his eyes like waterfall. You looked at him and bit your lip. Where you scared to believe him? Yes, how could you not be? He disrespected you in ways he promised and vowed he will never.

“I- I don’t know what to tell you Five. You broke me in ways you said you will never will. How can I believe you? What if you go back on your words?” You said with a tremble in your voice. Five looked at you and gently held your hands with his. You felt him rub the back of your hands soothingly.

“I promise Y/N that I’ll be different, I don’t want to loose my sweetheart because I was being an asshole.” He whispered so gently to you, you felt like if he said it louder it will break the way he looked at you. You gently smiled and nodded slowly your head. We can see how it goes you thought. You wanted to believe him. It might take a while for that to happen but you knew if you wanted it to work it will take a while.

"I still love you with all my heart. I'm sorry I made you feel this way; you should have never had or needed to feel this way." He slowly stood up and gave you a hug you'd wanted for a long time. You started sobbing, the puppy running away from your arms. Five knew he needed to show you that he still loved you, and he would make sure he didn't let this happen again.

He'll kill himself before he hurts you again.

[brascu]

Alright, I saw some posts from people saying they didn’t enjoy Season 3 of The Umbrella Academy and although I think every one can have their own opinion, I’m here to tell you guys why you’re wrong (/j) and this is the best season yet and share how it made me like the first and second season. (all the spoilers, proceed with caution)

And I’ll start it by quoting dear Handler: Some things just don’t make sense... until they do.

She says that to Lila right after asking her to protect number Five. And like, I know her plan is all that “kill the higher ups, make shit for me and I’ll give you what you want”, but isn’t it funny how she lives for the Comission, she is the one to recruit Five and he is the founder of said Comission? 

Time is already not linear before Five is saved by her, she saved him because she works for an organization he will found. We were living a paradox since the begining. That’s why I feel some people are confused about the third part of the series, But my time-travel-loving self is more than happy.

Everything is conected.

Do you remember when Reginald dies and Luther says that in his last call the old man said for him to pay attention to who he trusts? And how Luther than asks Klaus to speak with Reginald so they can ask him if he was murdered? And when Klaus dies trying to help Luther, his father tells him 1) he’s dead 2) Reggie killed Reggie. By the end of season three, finally someone betrays Luther and kills him. Who? Reginald. Klaus goes into the void and finds out Reginald killed Luther. How Klaus ends up in the void this time? He helped Reggie and died in the end. What was going to happen in season 3 has already been told to us by the first season. Klaus only realized he died in season 3, but Reggie had already told him that.

When Allison is worried about Ray, after the protest, Klaus tells her that she needs some menudo, which is what he eats with his mother when he is finally understanding himself and his powers(and it’s also the menudo that get’s him together with his father once again). At this point in season 2, Allison havent used her powers since Viktor and she is currently afraid os loosing everything by using it again, like an addict.

Klaus than tells her that fable of the frog and the scorpion. That is about someone’s way of being remaining the same even if it ends up fucking everyone up, including the scorpion. But it’s also about making a deal with someone who wants to use you. This is foreshadowing both of them being used by Reginald, but also Allison vilanization arc. “The point is: frogs are bitches and we do not negotiate with terrorists”. Both negotiate with Reggie lol Klaus for his love and Allison for her life.

Klaus goes from a real mess in season 1 to the one that’s dealing better with all this shit, while Allison goes from the person who had her shit together to the most unstable one. Allison lived her first life getting everything she wanted and when she looses her “things” she acts like the spoiled brat she’s always been(the scorpion). We know she got her husband, her carrer and control over her daughter by using her powers. Why are we really surprised that she’s doing anything to get it back? 

In season 3 we understand why Reginald adopted 7 kids. In season one, they said that when Ben died, eveyone went their separate ways, so Reginald got him back, so he could unite the families, as he said he did to said Ben by the 10th episode of this season. If loosing a kid would fuck up his plans, he would’ve got more, but he didn’t did him?

And for those who wanted more of the sparrows this season, I must remind you that Reginald walks around with an umbrella, not with birds. Birds are nice, they are part of this scenary, but they’re not as useful as an umbrella. We see birds through all seasons and they are, indeed, important. But they are pieces to take the umbrellas where they need to go, to make the umbrellas do what they had to do, little pieces of Reginald’s game. And they “flew away” after doing what they needed to do. 

first season we had Agnes, who loved birds. Second season has Harlan always holding a little wooden bird. And the third season has the sparrow academy. Every one of these “birds” came in handy by the next season. Hazel takes that video to Five because Agnes asked. Harlan saves them from Christopher. And I’m pretty sure Sparrow Ben (and probably Sloane too) are gonna be fundamental next season.

Specially since we kinda got that feeling that Season 1 was about Luther, with the moon and beins a leader, Season 2 was about Diego, being his own batman and saving the president (also seeking revenge from his father) and Season 3 with Allison’s need for control and for things to go her way. Next one is Klaus’s, who’s been preparing himself since the first season.

Now he’s lost everything again, right? Scoup after scoup after scoup. Like he’s menudo being eaten. Brother, Lover, Mother and Power, or even the Void, where he likes to be and where he believes is his place, his found home. And Ben, his best friend and possibly lover, is back but not really but yes. I’m pretty sure he will try to stick to Ben and this is gonna be fundamental by the end. Why? Because even though Ben “is with them” now, he is not, just like in season 1. And what saves them from those armed guys is Klaus and Ben working together. I’m sure this was foreshadowed there. in season 3 Klaus was again responsible for uniting them all by the end of the season.

I think the main point is understanding that everything they’ve been through was to make them go into Oblivion with Reggie. They had no other choice. Both previous seasons happened so the third could happen. Every little detail.

Luther died because he voted against going to Oblivion because he met sloane because he was kidnapped because Marcus went missing because they caused a paradox because they were never born because Viktor saved Harlan because he ended up in Sissy’s place because he lost his memorys because he destroyed the moon because Luther decided to attack him against Allison’s will because she lost her voice because she fount out about Harold Jenkings because Diego got info on him because he was friends with Patch who died because Cha-cha and Hazel kidnapped Klaus because he was high because that’s how he coped with his powers because Reginald trumatized him because he wanted to control him and because he needed to be helped out of the pills he took because Pogo left him because he wanted to get the kids to the oblivion because he wanted to reset the universe. And you can do this with everything in this fucking show. and this is only possible to notice when you’ve seen the three timelines.

It’ like Reginald set up all those domino pieces and every move they make happens exacly acording to his plan. 

In first season when we see the flashback of the day Five got lost in time, there are two things to pay attention to: Reginald explains time travel in a way that would only make sense to those who had traveled already and he doesn’t even try getting up to go after him when he runs off. Five is the one sibling Reginald worked to have a high self steem, for him to disobey him and try time traveling, so he gets lost, so he comes back, so he guide his siblings to new 2019, so they go to oblivion. Old Five saying to little Five to not save the world is his way of trying to stop Reginald. The comission exists to try and kill little Five to stop Reginald. why? I don’t know lol  Some things just don’t make sense... until they do.

My point being that 1st and 2nd seasons kinda end in themselves in a nice way, but the third opens the wound again and we can better understand things we understood on them.

Before I stop, I just wanted to point out that when Five meets Reginald in 1963, he recites Homer. Reginald reads it to Pogo: “ Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years on end-- “ and stops there. The wanderer is Reginald, who’s seen many universes colapsing (he tells that to Five by the Obsidian Hotel). The Muse is his wife. Ulisses leaves Ithaca to fight in Troy and keeps trying to get back home to Penelope, his wife, who’s patiantly waiting for him.

The poem says:  “He saw the townlands/ and learned the minds of many distant men, /and weathered many bitter nights and days/ in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only/ to save his life, to bring his shipmates home.” , and just as much this could be about Reginald, this could also be about Five. Maybe especially about Five, since it continues:

“But not by will nor valor could he save them, / for their own recklessness destroyed them all “

When I finished the first season, I had exacly this image in my mind: Five was trying so hard to save his “shipmates”, but their impatience, lack of comunication, anger, recklessness destroyed the world.

The umbrellas are at this boat together, trying to navigate Reginald’s waters. At times they have to deal with sirens(Harold Jenkins, JFK, drugs), at times they have to be invisible to scape a ciclops(Dead Ben, Five blinking, Allison in 1963), at times they would get high in a strange magic island(the wedding, high luther, high klaus) or deal with their own delusional lust (Allison in wherever it is that she’s at). But they are just trying to get home. To rule their own life.

(Ulisses is a King, for those who didn’t know)

Anyway, I felt like this season gave me this feeling that even if we are watching it from afar, we don’t have the whole picture yet, for it’s four or even five dimensional.

We’ll see, boys, we’ll see

[deceasedream69]

Here, take my jacket

- "oh, shit, shit, shit", said Klaus running. The mission wasn't going very well.

- "get your shit together or dad is going to be mad at us after this", said Luther from the other side of the room.

Training days were mostly fun, but having the powers I had, telekinesis, dad was really hard on me.

- "Number 8, you can do better. Now work like a team or I'll put you in a harder test", said the old man leaving the room.

- "ok, so, here's the plan", started Luther.

- "Great plan, now let's go", said Diego entering the training room.

The lights were glitching, the floor was slippery in some parts, and the silence was evident. The most scary part of the training room, besides the glitching lights, was the fact that it was really big, and full of random furniture and garbage.

- "look out", said Allison pushing Diego behind a desk.

They both dodged the bullets.

My breathing was fast, I really hated being in here.

- "hey", said number Five appearing next to me. "Relax, we got this", making his Pinky touch mine. I nodded.

I turned and made a few robots fly away, then running to the wall to the other side and hiding there. Turning to look at five he nodded and we both started to fight again. Until I saw something round.

- "no!", I yelled as a threw Five away from the bomb.

My ears were ringing, my head hurted like a bitch and my vision was blurry.

- "hey... Y/n? Come on, wake up", said Ben shaking me.

- "are we going to ignore the...?"

I tried to get up but Allison pushed me back down. That's when I noticed the bomb burned my shirt.

I pressed my forehead against the floor, so embarrassed.

- "here", said Five taking his uniform jacket off. "Take my jacket", he said putting it over my shoulders.

- "thanks...", I whispered.

- "well, you did better then other times", said Reginald entering the room. "But we could work harder on somethings. I admire the sacrifice", he said looking at me.

- "the sacrifice of my dignity", I said sarcastically.

- "well, that's everything for today. Go shower and... Put some clothes on", he left the room.

_

- "hey, your jacket. I already washed it and all", I said entering Five's room.

- "oh, you can keep it, it's too small for me"

- "ok, mister muscle", i joked sitting on his bed.

- "thanks for saving me from that bomb, I should've seen it sooner"

- "no, Reggie should stop treating us like one of those robots he has", I lay down. He did the same, taking my pinky with his Pinky again.

- "I really thought he was going to say something about how you "sacrificed" yourself... For me", he said looking at me.

- "he hasn't even found out that I'm not one of his forty something children", I said laughing.

- "I don't think he even keeps track"

- "good, that means we're on the clear", I said kissing him softly.

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2651 (chapter 32)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

32. Better If You Do

Stick slightly nudges Matt with his foot, "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass? Jesus, kid. I'm gone five minutes, you turn this place into a shit show."

Matt grunts, still on the ground,  and scoffs loudly. "You've been gone 20 years. What are you doing back in my city?"

"Your city? Hell's Kitchen hates your guts. They have you pegged as a cop killer and some kind of mad bomber."

Matt internally scoffs again, knowing that Stick is aware of it, "Yeah, I'm taking care of it."

"An old guy just lit you up. You ain't taking care of shit."

"Why are you here?" Matt finally stands up, touching the tazed place.

"To save you and everyone in the Kitchen from a horrible death." Stick scoffs to himself, "More or less."

*** 

Karen sighs, looking at Ben sitting next to her at the dock. "Paper trail on Union Allied's a bust. Whoever's pulling the strings busted up the one big corporation into a bunch of little ones."

"It's an old game. Spread the records far and wide, discourage investigation." Ben replies dryly.

"God. I mean, it's like... It's like trying to straighten out a bowl of spaghetti." Karen sighs once more.

"Well, you could always let it go." He takes a sip of the already lukewarm coffee.

Karen throws him a glance, "Not gonna happen. I already told you that."

"Stop complaining. This is the job. Researching, gathering facts. It's long and boring and complicated, and half the time you still come up empty."

"Well, you're just a little ray of sunshine." Karen scoffs. "What'd you find?"

"Bits and pieces. Yakuza."

"Wait, the Japanese mafia?" Karen looks taken back for a while.

"Triads, too. Drugs, I think. Then there's the bombings that took out the Russians." Ben looks out of the window in thought.

"And you think it's all connected to Union Allied?"

"Doesn't matter what I think. Only matters what I can prove."

"Wait, what about the cops that got shot? I mean, you really think that was the guy in the mask?"

"I was standing right next to one of them when it happened. Detective named Blake. Didn't like each other very much. Did what I could. If he comes out of a coma, maybe maybe he'll thank me, tell me what really happened out there. Till then the man in the mask pops up do me a favor, run the other way."

"He saved my life, Ben." Karen says strongly, as if believing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen would solve all of the city's problems.

"How do you know he wasn't there just to, um hurt somebody else?"

"I... I never never thought about it like that." Karen knits her eyebrows in deep thought.

"My experience there are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas." Ben looks at her almost apologetically.

"So... if we can connect the tenements, and the shootings, and Union Allied that something you'd take to your editor?"

 Ben chuckles, "Yeah. But, uh, I think it's a long shot."

"Well, I was a mean three-point shooter on my high school basketball team. I like the long shots." Karen smiles, but doesn't receive the same reaction from Urich.

"This isn't a game, Karen."

"I... I know that." She stutters a bit.

"Anything happens to you it's gonna be on me, and, uh I don't want to be responsible for that. I can't."

"I'll be okay. They're not gonna win." Karen assures Ben and leaves his car, hurrying into the night.

***  

"What a shithole." Stick drops his bag onto the floor of Matt's living room.

"You have any idea what I pay in rent?"

"Expensive shithole" Stick stills for a moment, then sniffs a couple of times. "Were you with a woman?"

"That's none of your business."

"Is she coming here?"

Matt suddenly wishes that you were here so he could kick Stick out and just fall into your embrace. "Never." One word leaves his mouth, hesitant, unsure, filled with hidden remorse.

Stick fails to catch the sadness undertone and starts walking around the room. "Good."

"You got a warped perspective on the whole good/bad thing, you know that?"  

"Women are a distraction." Stick slightly kicks the leg of the sofa, "Just like furniture, apartments... Whoa." He rubs his fingers in the air as if he was touching the material. "Silk sheets."

"Cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin." Matt sighs gently.

"You'd be better off sleeping on real sandpaper than surrounding yourself with all this bullshit."

"This is my life and I made something of it, without you. That's the part that really pisses you off, isn't it?" 

"No, Matty. No, I'm proud of you, I really am. The things you've done, what you've made of yourself, but this is... Surrounding yourself with soft stuff isn't life, it's death. Someday those silk sheets are gonna crawl up behind you, wrap themselves around your throat and choke you to death. You're a warrior." 

"Yeah, that's not all I am." 

"A warrior, heir to the Spartans, baddest of the bad-asses. They knew what they had to do and they did it."

"And what was that?" Matt starts walking towards Stick, yet the latter feels no intimidation.

"Cut it loose, all of it. Cut yourself free from the women, the comforts, the fancy job."

Matt laughs under his breath, "The job's not that fancy."

"Do you have friends? People you care about?"

"Yeah."

"Cut 'em loose, for their sake. Break their hearts if you have to, just do it quick."

"I'm not gonna do that."

"Then they will suffer and you will die. Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."

"Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?" Matt takes a step closer to Stick.

"I had my reasons."

"I was a kid." Matt says, barely above whisper.

"You still are. 'Boo-hoo. Stick left me. Think I'll bury my sorrows between the legs of a supermodel.'" Stick mocks with a sickening grin on his face, the one that Matt would gladly wipe off without hesitation.

"Don't push it, Stick."

"Or what? I'm trying to teach you how to stay alive. Christ, you're worse than your old man. Born to lose Battlin' Jack. At least your daddy got paid when he hit the floor." Stick bites and Matt finally loses control, hitting him hard in the chest.

Stick starts laughing when his body hits the floor but he doesn't hurry to get up.

"I've learned a lot since you've been gone." 

"Like what?" Stick gets up with an ease, standing in front of Matt again.

"You're a dick."

"That's true. You got any beer?'

Matt chuckles under his breath, "Yeah, in the fridge."

"I'll bet it's that German piss, isn't it?" Stick's voice fades away a little when he opens the fridge.

"So you gonna tell me why you're here? Or is the suspense supposed to kill me?"

"It's the war, Matty. Never-ending war."

"With who? You never got around to that part."

"Now, the Japanese, mostly. Look, I don't want you tearing up Hell's Kitchen going after the yakuza." Stick makes himself comfortable on one of the armchairs, sipping the beer.

"Yakuza?"

Low chuckle shakes Stick's chest, "You don't know what's going on in your own backyard. The guy that was yappin' with that old man you slapped around, he's pretty high up.He goes by a lot of names. Using Nobu this time around."

"So, Nobu, you want him so bad, why'd you let him get away back in the garage?" Matt folds his hands in a lawyer-ish manner and rests his hands on his knees.

"I don't want him. I want what's on the ship he's meeting at the docks tonight."

"Right, Owlsley was talking about that. What's Nobu bringing in? Drugs or something?" Stick didn't need any people reading techniques that he had to know that Matt's eyebrows were knitted so much that they turned into one curvy line.

"A weapon. They call it Black Sky, the bringer of shadows."

"What kind of weapon?" Matt felt that this confusion was never-ending.

"The kind you don't want in your world." Stick slowly drinks again, messing with Matt on purpose, solely for his own entertainment.

"Just say it. Say that you want my help." 

*** 

You pretend to wake up from your slumber, acting like Wesley's kiss disturbed your sleep. 

"Sleep good?" James asks upon seeing you turn to lay on your back, your head resting on his thigh.

"Wouldn't call this sleep. Just closed my eyes for a moment." You look up at him with a knowing glance, but the shy smile dancing on your lips distracts him from the obvious.

"Wanna watch something else?" He grabs the remote from the sofa and starts surfing through the channels.

"Maybe there's a game going on?" You ask, briefly turning to  look at the screen.

"What game?"

"I don't know. Any game."

"There's uh... a soccer game..." Wesley falls silent, hoping that this didn't come out as a question due to the lack of knowledge in this area.

"That'll do." You don't pull away your eyes from the screen, watching men kick the ball around the field for a minute. "Who's calling you this late?" You ask as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to throw him off the tracks. 

"Work." He says, suddenly feeling dryness in his mouth. Was he imagining, or was there a tone of jealousy in your voice?

"At this hour? What, did you forget to order paper or pencils?" You snicker at your own joke, because after all, only you and Pug understood your humor.

"No." Wesley smiles briefly, but then returns to his usual poker face expression. "It was just... Nothing important now."

"I heard 'the mask'. Are you talking about the devil of Hell's Kitchen?" You sit up and intently look at him.

Wesley takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes probably longer than necessary. He can't keep adding more lies to the ones that he has already told you. A tired "Yes" leaves his mouth, and for a moment he imagines Fisk raging on him tomorrow morning. 

"What's he doing in your firm?" 

"He's just been lurking around... Trespassing." He tries to come up with a believable lie, but for how long can he keep lying to you? You probably saw right through him.

"Why?"  You climb in his lap, taking James by surprise and cross your hands behind his neck. "Any idea?"

"No... I think he's planning something big." 

"Against?"

"The city. He's causing havoc, messing with people's perception of what's right and wrong..." 

"You think he wants to see Hell's Kitchen burn? Like with those explosions? Could he be..." You stop yourself from saying more than you're allowed to since anything involving Mrs Cardenas's  case was a private matter of the company. 

"What?" Wesley waits for your answer patiently, hoping that this is the moment when he dumps every little thing that Fisk did on Daredevil. 

"No, I'm just thinking. How could one man cause all the noise? What's his plan? I mean why is he beating up criminals like he's saving people and then goes around lurking in construction sites?" You drop your hands on your thighs, exhausted. "This makes no sense. I just... Hate the guy." You only now understand the true feelings you felt towards the vigilante. Your fear has finally turned into something bigger, something dangerous. 

"I hate him too." Wesley leans forward to kiss your jawline, but you, lost in thought, only feel a cold gust of wind.

***   

"I want you to help yourself. Nobu and his guys are in tight with Fisk. You hurt them, you hurt baldy." Stick chuckles to himself.

Matt furrows his eyebrows slightly, "You know about Fisk?"

"I know a lot of shit. This beer, for example, sucks." Stick scoffs loudly, exaggerating the fact that beer was bad more than enough.

"After all your talk about cutting friends loose, and now you need one."

"I don't need a friend.I need a soldier. Committed. Not some bleeding heart idealist hanging onto half measures."

"You don't know anything about what I'm doing here." Matt stands tall alongside his promises, determined to fulfill them.

"Kid, in war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you." Stick falls silent, slowly turning half empty bottle in his hand. "How many men have you killed protecting this city?" He asks, but deep down knows that Matt will stay silent. And he does. "You're still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it's gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it's not Fisk, somebody else. What're you gonna do then?"

"Yeah, a Russian asshole asked me the same thing recently right before he died." Matt exhales disapprovingly.

"Are you the one that put him in the ground?"

"No."

"Half measures, Matty. Ah, screw it. Ride with me tonight help me destroy Black Sky, keep it off the streets, and I promise you this Wilson Fisk will know the taste of fear the day he faces you 'cause he'll know that you kicked the guy he's afraid of right in the nuts." Stick stands still, fully relaxed, Matt finds this calmness threatening. "What do you say, kid?"

"One rule.  You don't kill anybody."

Stick theatrically raises his hand in the air, "I swear I will not kill anybody." Matt nods slightly and then Stick mutters, "Pussy."

***  "Uh, how's your head?" Karen asks using her Spanish and sits on the edge of the armchair next to Elena's hospital bed.

"I'm alive. It's enough. How much do I owe you for this?" Elena asks, trying to find her wallet in the cabinet drawer, when Karen stops her hand mid-air. 

"No, no, no, no, no. Put that away. I don't want your money." Karen argues back, taking a good look at Elena's face.

"No, I don't take charity. Besides, you risked to come here." Mrs Cardenas takes one chocolate from the box and offers others to Karen. 

"I know the nurse, and she'd kill me if she ever finds out that I have you these sugar bombs." Karen smiles mischieviously and then leans closer, "but...  you can pay me if you want with information."

"What can I tell you?"

"A lot, I hope. I'm working on a legal case." Karen lies. She only wanted to get information from Mrs Cardenas directly rather than ask you for the details, which of course, you wouldn't tell her. You didn't like sharing case matters with someone without a law degree. Also, you didn't really trust Karen much after that auction incident.

"Oh, yes, yes with the handsome lawyer." Cardenas smiles.

"Yeah, um, Matt." 

Elena laughs, "No, Mr. Foggy." 

"Oh." Karen somewhat loses the joy that she previously felt. "You think Foggy is handsome?" And laughs awkwardly.

"Claro que si! I see the way he looks at you. Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."

It takes a moment for Karen to finally grasp the true meaning of these words. "Oh, Christ."

"Oh, I'm sorry." 

"Moving on, um... I'm trying to make a connection between a construction company and the repairman that did this to your apartment."

"Why don't you ask Mr. Tully? He sent them."

"I can't get a hold of him. His lawyers say he's on vacation." Karen says with disappointment. Tully lawyered up immediately after your visit this morning, although it wasn't clear if he was on vacation or hiding somewhere from the fist of justice.

"I live like this and that fat shit is lying on a beach? Ugh. Oh. Excuse me." Cardenas exclaims and takes another chocolate.

"No, no. I think it's pretty damn appropriate in this case. Do you have papers from the repairs? Receipts? Anything you had to sign?"

"No, I'm sorry. I just called Mr. Tully, and he sent them over."

"Can you tell me what they looked like?" Karen tries again, desperate to go out with something in her pocket.

"Yes. One was bald. And the other had a big tattoo on his arm."

"A tattoo? Of what?"

Elena hesitates. "Not a picture. It was like a pattern. Ugly. Went up to his neck. Thank God he's no son of mine."

"Thank you, Elena. That might help. If I can find a connection to the men that did this and the company... then we will have their dicks in a vice. Sorry."

Cardenas smiles brightly, "How long have you been like this, Miss Page?"

"Ever since I got to New York."

[sgm616]

It Has To Be Me

[Not my GIF]

YelenaxBucky NatashaxNiece

YelenaxDaughter

BuckyxDaughter

A/n -> I have a learning disability so if there are some misspelled or a sentence that doesn't make sense that's why.

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It's been five years since Thanos snapped his fingers and wiped out half the universe. Five years since Katya lost her parents. It still feels like yesterday that she saw her father, James, and her mother, Yelena, getting dusted right in front of her eyes.

Katya lost it when her parents died. So much so that she drank alcohol to numb the pain away. So much so that Nat had to take care of her little nephew. For the first two years, she was drunk daily. No matter how hard Natasha and Steve tried to intervene all she kept doing was pushing them away. As much as Natasha would want to get the help her niece needed her hands were just too full. From raising Benjamin to helping the world somewhat back to normal and trying to find a way to bring everyone back.

One night Katya got so drunk that she almost died. If it wasn't for Natasha stopping by to wish her a happy birthday Katya would be dead and no one would know. Natasha was with her from the ambulance when she arrived at the hospital. After seeing her stomach being pumped and almost dying Natasha finally had enough. She was going to drag her ass into rehab. Natasha didn't care if Katya hated her for getting the help she needed. She knows that alcoholism is a serious disease and that Kat needs the right help to finally get herself clean.

For half a year, Katya went into rehab after her aunt told her what happened and how scared she was of her well-being. During the first visits, it was just Nat. They would talk about each other's lives and how they were doing. During one of their visits, Nat brought along Benjamin. Katya hated the fact she missed so much of her brother's life. She was also sad to learn that he still hasn't said a word. Doctors said that he was a healthy little boy and didn't understand why he hadn't talked yet.

But to her surprise the moment Ben saw his sister, he wiggled out of his aunt's arms and ran toward her (not very fast) and yelled Сисси. (sissy). Both women were shocked and over the moon when they finally heard him speak for the first time. After their visit, Kat made a promise to herself, to Natasha, and especially to Ben that she would never have a single drop of alcohol ever again.

As the years went on, as promised she never had a single drop. Sure she had her ups and downs but Nat was always there when she needed to talk or to just take her to an AA meeting. As a thank you for saving my life gift, Kat saved up her money and got Nat a new motorcycle and a black Kitten. Don't worry she also got Ben a toy motorbike and a stuffed wolf with a leather jacket with fake widow bites on it.

2023

A man named Scott Lang aka Ant-man appears out of nowhere and says he might know a way to bring everyone back.

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Steve, Tony, New York City

Scott, Bruce/Hulk => 2012

Thor & Rocket => Asgard 2013

Nebula & Rhodes => Morag 2014

Katya & Clint => Vormir 2014

Natasha stayed at home base while taking care of Benj. He didn't want her to leave him fearing he may never see her again.

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"Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends... We lost family... We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck."

Before they leave Kat made sure to say her goodbyes to the two most important people in her life.

Nat smiled excitedly at her niece, proud of the woman she had become. Her mother and father would be proud of how much she's grown as a person. "See you in a minute." She said as she hugged Kat. With one last goodbye kiss, Katya gets on the platform with Clint. They all shrink and enter the Quantum Realm, and they all split at different intervals, going to different places at different times in history.

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VORMIR

Katya and Clint start walking towards the mountain and climb it. "I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb up this stupid mountain," Kat said while kicking a couple of rocks off the mountain.

"Technically, he's not a raccoon, you know."

She then picked up a small rock and threw it at her uncle. "Whatever. He eats garbage. Hey, I bet you 10 bucks if we did a DNA test on him he's 95% raccoon."

"Deal. Wait what would the other 5% be?" They shake on the bet.

"I don't know...5% red panda?"

After some time they reach the top of the mountain.

RED SKULL

"Welcome."

Kat and Clint draw their weapons towards the figure.

RED SKULL

"Katya, daughter of James. Clint, son of Edith."

"Kat get behind me. Who are you?" She surprisingly listened to him.

RED SKULL

"Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone."

Kat slowly gets out of Clint's protection. "Oh, good. You tell us where it is. Then we'll be on our way." She lowers her weapon while Clint still has his weapon ready for anything.

RED SKULL

"Ah, liebchen– If only it were that easy."

The Red Skull leads Clint and Katya to a specific spot on the mountain, a cliff.

RED SKULL

“What you seek lies in front of you... as does what you fear.”

Kat gets close to the edge of the cliff, looking down. "the stone is down there." She points to the ground below her.

RED SKULL

"For one of you. For the other... In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul."

Clint was sitting on a log thinking while Kat was watching the Stone-keeper's every move. "Maybe he's making this shit up." She said still not taking her eyes off the figure.

"No. I don't think so."

"Why 'cause he knows our parent's names?" Clint ignored her comment and continued to talk. "Thanos left here with the stone without his daughter. It's not a coincidence."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She looks towards the cliff and back at Clint. She knew what she had to do. "Fuck." She whispers to herself. "Whatever it takes." And he replied. "Whatever it takes." Clint slowly stands up from his seat. "If we don't get that stone, billions of people stay dead."

"Then I guess we both know who it's gotta be." Said Katya

"I guess we do."

Katya reaches out her hand to Clint. Both look at each other and give each other a sad smile. "I'm starting to think– we mean different people here, Kat."

"What, you think I wanna do it? I'm trying to save your life, you ass."

"Yeah, well, I don't want you to, because I– Kat, you know what I've done. You know what I've become."

"You know I don't judge people on their worst mistakes."

"Yeah well...maybe you should."

"You didn't with Nat, my mother, and especially with my father. I think we both know it has to be me." She said quietly. He has a wife and three kids to wait for him. She has no one.(in her mind) Clint knew this too except she had her parents waiting for her. "You're a pain in my ass, you know that?" She chuckled at him. "Only for my favorite uncle."

Both Clint and Katya lean their heads against each other since it's a family way of showing their love to each other. "Okay. You win." Clint smiles and knocks Kat to the ground. "Tell my family I love them." She returns the favor by tackling him to the ground. "You tell them yourself."

Katya electrocutes Clint and she runs towards the cliff. Clint gets up and shoots an explosive arrow knocking her down. Clint then runs towards the cliff and jumps. Katya jumps after him and hooks him up to a grappling hook. Something she learned from her mom and aunt. "Damn you Kat!"

"Let me go. The line can't hold us both!"

"No. Please, don't! I can save you. You're going to get out of here and hug your parents and-"

"Clint, It's okay...It's okay. Tell my parents I love them and that I'm sorry for failing them." Katya kicks the wall, falls off the rope, and plummets to the ground.

As she falls she hears Clint scream "NO!!!" But blocks it out as flashes of her life began coming into her mind before plummeting to her death. A loud boom in the sky sends Clint into a pool of water with the Soul Stone in his hand. He hits the ground out of sadness.

His Quantum Suit activates and he shrinks back to the present day, soon joined by the others returning from their journeys. everyone looks around to see all the recovered stones.

Natasha came running up to the platform. "Did we get them all?"Rhodey then spoke out of disbelief. "You telling me that it works?"

As everyone was cheering for the success, Benjamin noticed someone was missing, Katya. "Natty where is Katty?" Soon everyone noticed she was missing. "Clint, where's Katya? Where's my niece?" They feared she might know what happened but what's him to say to know if right about her suspicion? Prying that she was wrong for once in her life.

The silence from Clint tells them all they need to know. The mission was completed but at a dire cost. Sadness overtakes everyone. Benjamin was a smart boy for his age and knew that his sister was never coming home again. He runs to his sister's room with tears streaming down his cheeks.

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I think we know what's going to happen next. Everyone grieves for the loss of one of their own. Hulk snaps his fingers and brings everyone back. 2014 Thanos and his crew come to 2023. Blob blob blob everyone who disappeared came back. Blob blob blob a huge fight happened. The good guys win but at a cost. Tony dies. And now we are at the stopping point I wanted to be at.

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After the final battle, Yelena and Bucky were finally going to be able to see their kids again after what felt like 5 seconds turned out to be 5 years. Yelena and Bucky noticed their daughter and son were not with Nat. They go up to her wondering where they are located. "Nat? Where are my kids?" Natasha asked them to talk to them privately. "Benj is safe with Pepper and Morgan. Tony's wife and daughter. "

Now it was Bucky's turn to speak. "And Katya?" Bucky wrapped his arm around Yelena. "When the Avengers went back through time, Benj wanted me to stay with him.  Kat insisted that she needed to be the one who brings in the soul's stone. One minute she was next to Clint the next she wasn't. I don't know what exactly know what happened during their mission but..." tears were falling down her face. "But she didn't make it." Yelena is about to collapse but Bucky catches her. She let out a devastating scream. "No, no, no-!" Natasha continued speaking while Yelena kept saying no. "She sacrificed herself to get that stone, to bring everyone back. If I knew...if I knew what was going to happen there-"

"We know." Said Bucky. Though he was devastated by the loss of his daughter he needed to be strong for his wife. "Are you sure she's gone? Can't you like I don't know snap her back here?"

"Bruce tried." Her sister explained. "Clint explained that we couldn't get her back no matter how hard we tried."

The moment Yelena heard the name Clint her sadness turned into hatred towards the man. Both ex-assassins noticed the change in Yelena's mood and feared she might do something she might regret later on. "Doll, whatever you're thinking don't do it. Please. We just lost our daughter. I-I can't lose you too. Ben can't lose you. He needs both his parents more than ever. Please doll, please don't think about killing him. This isn't what Kat would've wanted."

Yelena takes a deep breath. "Fine." Bucky takes his Yelena away from the battlefield and takes her to the Starks cabin.

A/N: There will be a part 2.

[eternalsawake]

amnesia, arguments and…attraction? pt 2 - five hargreeves x reader

reader is gn, five is physically 19 (as well as you)

the polyester uniform became your new “best friend” for your future stay at the hargreeves residence. the once quiet, obedient house was filled with laughter, arguments, and the occasional downcast conversation. the hargreeves were no ordinary family: they were extraordinary. they were formerly seven children, scattered across the globe, who were taken in by the eccentric billionaire reginald hargreeves. 43 of these extraordinary children were born, and he only got seven.

number one, luther - a man with the gift of super strength. his large size is comparable to his rather large heart.

number two, diego - being able to change the trajectory of objects is quite overpowered in retrospect, but sometimes it gets the better of him.

number three, allison - controlling, or as she calls it “rumoring” is a gift that should not be waved off as underwhelming. one day she may even blow your minds.

number four, klaus - a walking seance; truly an ability someone would kill for. but because of their avid drinking, this gift is left more on the back burner. the only thing you truly know is him using his ability to conjure ben, which made a lot more sense after he explained what they could do.

number five, five - the asshole himself. he can teleport very swiftly, but that’s not all he can do. after many, many, many years of calculations, he discovered he could time travel.

number six, ben - from all the stories klaus has told you in the past 5 days, you wished you had the opportunity to meet ben. the description of his eldritch tentacles he was able to summon fascinated you. if only you could hear him.

and finally number seven, viktor. viktor was quite different from the others. he did not have any gifts, he was ordinary, but his kindness to you made him extraordinary in your eyes.

the apocalypse. a word you never would hear come out of someone’s mouth so many times in one sitting, especially such an agitating, degrading voice. five’s description of this nearing future was genuinely terrifying to think about. you almost felt bad for him, considering his 45 years of apocalyptic solitude. then came someone, to give a helping hand to five. she called herself the handler and offered him a position at a place called the commission. it had a familiar ring to it, but you couldn’t place where you had heard it.

still confused about how and why you’re even here, you walk upstairs to fives room. no matter how intolerable he is, his knowledge of time travel is vast. to your surprise, luther was already in his room.

a muffled conversation grows louder as you get closer. “if i did nothing, he’d be dead in four days anyway.” a nuisances’ familiar voice stated. “the apocalypse won’t spare anyone.”

“we don’t do this kind of thing.” luther tensely responds. “we are not doing anything. i am.” five emphasizes. luther’s expression grows wearier. “i can’t let you go and kill innocent people five. no matter how many lives you’ll save.”

“well, good luck stopping me.” five turns around, only to be met with your glance. he grasps a sniper in his left hand.

“you’re not going anywhere.” you state, standing in the way of the door. “i don’t need another door right now, move outta my way.”

“or what?”

“do you really want to find out?” five questions, his face moving closer to yours. your lips form into a sly grin, inching closer to his ear. “i think your girlfriend is leaving.” your eyes shift to luther, holding the mannequin by the neck, ready to drop her out the window. five turns quickly, fixing the sniper on luther. “put…her…down.” he sternly mutters as he grinds his teeth in pure anger.

“put the gun down,” luther replies. “you’re not killing anyone today. i know she’s important to you so don’t make me do this.” fives scoffs at luther’s agreement. “it’s either her or the gun. you decide.” he repeats, hoping five will drop the gun. fives hesitation gives luther his answer. as luther drops the mannequin, five immediately blinks and drops the weapon. he nabs the mannequin just in time. five cradles the doll lovingly as if she were a real human being. luther leaves the room with the gun, mouthing you a thank you before exiting the boys' room.

“get out.” five demands.

“i’ll leave you and your uh.. sex doll alone. hope you two are very happy together.” you chuckle and turn around.

“the fuck did you say?” he growls, blinking in front of you. you jump at the boys' actions, taking a few steps back. “all i said was-,”

“get the hell out.” his voice seething with venom. he shoves your body to the side, retreating back to his room. “you know, i was actually starting to despise you a little less.” he retorts before slamming the door, the familiar sound of a lock plays in the hallway.

confusion and infuriation. why was five acting this way? what was so special about that mannequin? and why does he treat it like it’s real? oh. fives experience. in the apocalypse, with someone named..delores? was that her? you assumed she was real and had passed long ago, but you never thought she was a mannequin. you turn to bang on fives door. six times your fist thwacked the door.

“piss off!” he yells bitterly.

“look five, i didn’t-i didn’t know that she was delores alright? i’m..sorry for making the sex doll joke!” you yell, trying to apologize through the door.

“i ain’t buying it!”

“i know, i know. you don’t have to believe it but i am sorry. i shouldn’t have done that and i should’ve..been more considerate.” you respond solemnly, hoping for him to open the door. “i know we didn’t really.. get off right. and i know it wasn’t your fault that i’m here. i don’t think i’ll ever know how i’m here or why, but i’m here now. yes, the world is ending and this won’t matter but i’d rather have the world end on a more positive note.” you sigh, your forehead at the door. the lock on the door clicks, and the door slowly opens. fives fatigued face emerges from behind the door. his eyes connect with yours, the viridescent shade reminds you of someone. they compel you- inveigling you in. the urge to get closer and study his verdant eyes grows each second. seemingly, his mind has been plagued by the same thought. he takes cautious, infinitesimal steps towards you. his eyes never leave yours.

"alright, i'll take it. i forgive you." he pauses, giving a quaint smile before speeding out of the room, a coral tinted blush falling over his face. your face, not to mention a faint peach toned blush finding its way across your cheeks.

"that bonehead." you chuckle.

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the family weariness grows each day. every day ending is just one day closer to the apocalypse. from five being chased by two masked assassins called “hazel and cha-cha” to the sudden disappearance of viktor, the home is almost in panic, shambles even. allison was able to weasel her way around a cop or two to find viktors location. reports of a strange energy blast shockwave anomaly confused the family, especially since the supposed attacker was described very similarly to viktor.

yet, allison’s return was far from successful; barely a breath in her lungs, her pulse holding on for dear life. a deep slit in her neck, blood pulsating in waves down her cream colored shirt. the hargreeves main doors swung open abruptly as the siblings carried allison’s struggling body to grace, their robotic caretaker. the majority of the siblings offered to donate their blood, but was deemed not a match…or too contaminated. you offered your own arm. a hiss escaped your lips as the stinging sensation continued while the syringe drew more blood. an unknown hand rested on your shoulder, and you placed your free hand over it. it felt smaller, but quite soft. your fingertips grazed across a small, still healing scar-like a small piece of glass danced across this persons hand.

viktors pleads became silent as the steel door slammed shut. his short nails clawed and tugged at your forearm, begging to stop them, for you to do something, anything. the family assumed allison’s injury was caused by viktor and his newfound powers, although he claimed it was accidental. his new powers, have been kept a secret for a long time, and reginald hargreeves made these powers dormant with custom pills, only because he was scared of what viktor could do. from the murder of leonard peabody, to the attempted “accidental” murder of allison, viktors lashing out was full of villainy and hatred. diego pushed you upstairs gently, yet aggressively at the same time. you trudge up the stairs and you plop down on your temporary bed. a hiss escapes your lips as you examine your arm. a few scratches from viktor, but one is bleeding. horribly. “shit.” you say. your jacket comes off quickly, and you roll up your sleeves. you scan the room looking for any sort of gauze or bandages, but none are in sight. you sigh in defeat, but a familiar noise piques your interest.

“thought you might need this.” five states, causing you to jump as the boy teleported next to you on the on the bed. he’s holding a wrap and bandages as he motions you to give him your forearm. you comply, and he begins to open the gauze box. you hiss at the contact of the fabric square. “easy, easy.” he says, staring into your eyes. you look up and once again, you find yourself lost in his eyes. “i got you.” he calmly tells. the bandage wraps tightly around your forearm. “there ya go.” he pats your shoulder before getting up.

“thanks five, i really appreciate it.” you respond.

“don’t even worry about it.” he smiles.

a shockwave shakes the house, interrupting the somewhat sweet moment. trinkets start falling off the walls, and the ceiling fan almost comes down onto five. you swiftly grab his arm before it falls, causing him to stumble extremely close to you. chest to chest, you two stop in your tracks for a moment. he grabs your arm, “c’mon, we don’t have much time. it’s not safe here.”

“is this viktor?”

“possibly.”

“dammit.”

you two rush out of the house, dodging the falling floor above you. debris and dust fill the hallway, causing you both to stumble on the way to the stairs. the house continues to rumble and shake.

“GO!” he yells, pushing you out the door. his quick thinking saved your ass from the falling pieces above.

the hargreeves house looked much better when it was in one piece, not hundreds of thousands of pieces across the ground. the family and you huffed and puffed, most of your faces tinted red and teary eyed. diego sat on a taller piece of rubble, contemplating the events that just unfolded. you scan the vicinity, searching for the rest of the family. your eyes lock onto five, stumbling over the debris with a newspaper in his hand.

“guys,” five emerges, “the apocalypse is still on. the world ends today.” he says out of breath.

“i thought you said it was over.” luther states as he walks towards five.

“i was wrong, okay? this newspaper, i found it in the future the day i got stuck. the headline hasn’t changed.”

diego rebuts fives discovery. “no, that doesn’t mean anything. the time could’ve been altered since that newspaper came out this morning.” the conversation continued, with luther and klaus interjecting. the chatter grew muffled as your mind raced. was this truly the end? could something change? and where the hell did viktor run off to? first you destroy the house, and then what?

you zoned back into the conversation, only to find you and the remaining hargreaves at a bowling alley, trying to figure out where he is.

wait.

his concert. tonight. he had mentioned something about first chair but everyone brushed it off. you interject in the conversation, mid argument of course. “isn’t he performing tonight? in the st pluvium chamber orchestra?”

klaus grabs the nearby newspaper and points at an advertisement. right smack on page 8, a picture of viktor with his violin catches everyone’s eyes. “there it is.” diego states. “oh really i had NO idea!” klaus retorts, closing the paper before throwing it onto the nearby table. five speaks up, breaking the silence. he delves into a plan to take down, or as luther called it , convince viktor to come back to us.

“we can’t give him a chance to fight back-.” five says. he stands up unexpectedly, his whole body alert of his surroundings. it was as if he knew something was coming. he blinked away before you guys knew it.

an object was thrown into the bowling alley, piquing the groups attention. before anyone could react, smoke filled the area. clunky, heavy footsteps followed, along with a few warning shots.

“shit.”

“damnit.”

“oh for the love of God.”

-

viktors concert was held in a grand theatre, with multiple levels of seating. the audience was dressed in grand silks, satins, and sprayed with the most elegant scents. at the center of it all, was viktor. he played the violin beautifully, as if the instrument was hand crafted by God, only for viktor to play it. his fingers danced across the strings, and the bow flowing back and forth so smoothly. the violin was made for viktor, and viktor was made for the violin.

diego and luther take to backstage, you and allison were to walk down the middle aisle as bait, and klaus was on lookout. klaus’ voice faded out as you and allison approached the aged brown mahogany doors. immediately were your ears drawn to the skillful sounding orchestra. viktor makes eye contact with you and allison. he gives a weak smile as his continues playing: his eyes glowing a peculiar white color. luther and diego run from backstage in attempt to immobilize viktor, but a massive energy ring pulsed from viktor’s violin. the pulse knocked back the boys so harshly, they flew into the audience. the viewers yelped in shock, taken aback by the action. the theatre was filled with commotion- even the orchestra tried to escape, but viktor sent another pulse of energy, which forced the orchestra to stay and continue playing beyond their will. viktor moves center stage and resumes playing his solo, his skin now a unpigmented snowy color.

“go go go go!” diego commands the audience. luther ushers the watchers towards the door. another pulse strikes the theatre, almost pushing the people back.

“he’s stronger than expected.”

“yeah.”

“oh no SHIT.” you loudly whisper from the other side of the auditorium. the four of you are ducked behind the seating. you and allison on the right; diego and luther on the left.

allison gives luther and diego a confused look. “yeah. we’re fine. thanks for asking.” luther retorts, rolling his eyes. “look, i almost lost you once, all right? i wasn’t about to lose you again.”

diego interrupts, “well so much for the element of surprise. what do you got?” allison smacks the back of the chair a few times to get the boys attention. she gives a few corresponding motions like she is playing the violin. “no shit allison. tell us something we don’t already know.” diego quips.

“she’s talking about the violin. it’s his lightning rod.” you interject. “if we can take it from him and stop him from playing, we might have a shot.” luther piggybacks. gunfire rings out in the theatre. those assholes must have followed you guys here from the bowling alley. the orchestra panicks in fear, but viktor is still playing his stunning solo.

“what the hell happened to klaus? he’s supposed to be on lookout.” diego huffed, now lying on the ground to avoid the bullets.

“yeah, you surprised?” luther replies. a blink of energy comes from behind, “what’s with all the lollygagging.”

“five!!” you, diego and luther chant. “get down!” five acts quickly and ducks behind a chair, right behind you and allison.

“five what the..i thought you bailed on us!” luther complains, confused on how his brother came back. “i had an errand to run.”

“a shitty one i bet.” you joke, trying to peak your head above the chairs.

“how did you know?” five laughs. the gunfire began raining down on the hargreeves from an upper level in the theatre. diego was able to throw a few knives, trying to weed off as many enemies as he can. klaus bursts into the theatre in a rushed fashion screaming, “GUYS, ITS CHA-CHA!”

“klaus get down!” you order. he jumps behind the chairs, the bullets missing him by a few millimeters. five blinks and is instantly on the back of a shooter. the bullets spray everywhere as five tries to apprehend him. you turn back and see klaus, channeling some sort of blue energy. a fading image of an asian man appears in front of him. the man groans and yells as his shirt is lifted up, revealing tentacles coming from his abdomen. was this ben? his tentacles searched for shooters, and killed them in an instant, whether it be by dropping them or squeezing them to death. a woman in a navy blue suit walks out onto stage, and diego immediately runs towards her. the two begin to fight. kicks and punches are thrown left and right, back and forth.

the family stands around in pure disbelief as they see their former brother splitting a shooter in half. you were fascinated and terrified at bens raw power. all turn to face the stage, as viktors once black suit was transforming into a pearly white suit. the violin was even painted white as well. rubble and debris fall from the ceiling and cracks follow up the pillars. diego walks back towards the group, all of them rising from their crouched position.

“oh welcome back. where were you?” luther questions sarcastically.

“honoring a memory. so, how do you wanna end this thing?”

“we surround him, alright? we come at him from all angles.” luther replies.

“so it’s a suicide mission.” klaus states with a weary look on their face.

“yeah, but one of us could get through.” you say. “it’s the only chance we got.” five continues.

“are we all in?” the majority of the group nods, including you. “allison?” she gives a stern shake of her head. luther gives the callouts. diego and klaus stage left, luther stage right, five and you in front. everyone rushes to their position. the theatre crumbles and rumbles even more. your heart is racing, pounding, like it will rupture at any minute. a hand is placed over yours.

“it’s alright.” five comforts. his face has a few splotches of blood on it. your hand envelopes into his; a perfect fit. he gives you a faint smile and you return it. a faint yell of “NOW!” from luther brings you back to the main issue. you let go of fives hand and run with him to the front. diego, klaus, and luther sprint from the sides. five blinks to the stage, and you quickly follow behind. your calves are on fire, but you press the attack in hopes to subdue viktor. he fires another pulse from his bow, sending the five of you in the air. all of you except for allison are tethered mid air by viktor. his energy runs through your veins: this feeling is foreign and unwelcoming. you can feel viktors anger and betrayal through the tethers as you remain immobile in the air. you strain your head, and see allison with a pistol in her hand pointing at the back of viktors head. tears are streaming down her face. the gun fires, but it doesn’t hit viktor. the gun is moved next to his head, the shot interrupting viktors tether. the five of you are dropped 10 feet down. the world moves in slow motion. a flash of images fill your vision, like a replay of your life; but some things you did not recognize. an older woman with a briefcase talking to you, an office building, capsules with missions. the commission. your partner, five hargreeves. you remember it now, how you got here, why you’re here and who you were with. it was five. you came here with five, it wasn’t his fault. the time travel calculations caused you and him to age down. your feelings for the man. the subtle interactions the two of you shared these past 7 days. despite the two of you losing your memories of each other, you managed to fall for the man once again. whether 58 or 19, he still found a way into your heart. time becomes normal again. the five of you slammed against the carpeted floor. your body cannot stop shaking as you can still feel the energy inside of you.

a beam of light struck through the theatre’s skylight. viktors body collapsed as everyone gathered around him. “guys?” diego abruptly says, pointing at the skylight. a titian coated moonrock hurdling at the earth sent panic through everyone’s body. this was the end, for all of you.

“so much for,” klaus paused, fidgeting with their necklace, “saving the world.” more meteorites flew from the moon, racing towards earth.

“this doesn’t have to be the end.” five interceded. everyone turned to him in a confused manner. “i think i have a way outta here, but you gotta trust me on this.” soft no’s and no ways flew from the brother’s mouths. “well we might as well accept our fate because in a minute we’re going to be vaporized.” five declared.

“what’s your idea then?” diego turns around.

“we can use my ability to time travel, but this time i’ll take you with me.”

“you can do that?” diego questions.

“i don’t know,” five answers. “i’ve never tried it before.”

“what’s the worse that can happen?”

“you’re looking at it.” you cut in, “a 56 and 58 year old inside a child’s body, so there’s that.” you point and you and five. the brothers agree and turn to allison. she gives a hesitant nod. “what about ben?” luther asks.

klaus turns around to converse with ben. he spins around with a smile on his face, “yeah he’s in!”

“great. okay, luther grab viktor.” five orders. luther effortlessly picks up viktor. “wait should we be taking him? i mean he’s the cause of the apocalypse so wouldn’t that be like taken a bomb with us?” luther inquires.

“viktor will always be the cause UNLESS we take him with, and fix him.” five emphasizes. the group nods as they grab each other hands. your hands intertwine with five and allison’s. the meteorite is steadily growing closer in the skylight.

five closes his eyes and concentrates as a blue energy forms above the group. lightning bolts and thunder surround the energy portal. a sudden wind blasts into your faces, making it harder to focus. you are all petrified at what comes next.

“five!” you yell. he gives you a confused look in return. “i remember it! i remember the commission, you and i were partners. it wasn’t your fault i was like this, i’m sorry!” you scream over the thunder and lightning. “i remember too, i remember it all, and it’s alright!” he yells back. your tongue overtakes your brain in that moment. you mouth an “i love you.” quietly. his eyes grow wide at your statement. the portal grows larger. “HOLD ON! THIS COULD GET MESSY!” five yells. before you know it, as quick as a snap, the eight of you vanish into thin air.

-

august 25th, 1961

a cosmic rip in an alleyway appeared, and out you fell. your concrete landing was less than welcome. groaning, you look up at the portal closing. the click of a camera flash caught your attention. a man in a 3rd floor apartment holding an old camera pointing directly at you. you pull yourself up, wincing as you do it. a rush of energy almost sends you into the nearby wall, but you catch yourself before you can. your body shook, like it was pumped with adrenaline. “what the hell..” you mutter, pushing yourself away from the wall. the once nicely kept uniform you wore was stained with dirt, debris, and a few drops of dried blood.

“where is everybody?” you ask yourself. turning yourself around, you notice that not one hargreeve is with you. you call out for five, for allison, klaus, luther, diego. you even try calling for ben, but no one is in sight. the street in front of you had many older cars parked along the sides, even seeing a 1961 ford thunderbird on the other side of the road. you trudge out of the alleyway, but an old man bumps into you. “watch it kid.” he rudely grumbles and walks off. your emotions took over your brain, and you storm up to the old man. “hey asshole,” you yell before connecting your fist to his face. your fist glowed black, smoke fizzling from your knuckles. the punch sent the old man down and back about 10 feet. he cried of “MY NOSE!” and his irritating moans caught the attention of many passerby’s. one woman motioning towards the police and pointing at you. a whistle blows and two men in uniform start for you as your legs carry you in the opposite direction.

“fuck.” you huff.

-

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thank you for the tag @morby

No rules attached to this one so I guess, just go for my faves (Without duplicating a fandom)... I feel like this is going to highlight at least one of my "types" but I guess I've outed myself on that front before rofl.

Tagging forward, with no pressure, to; @faelanvance, @cwritesfiction, @theunboundwriter, @arigalefantasynovels, @acertainmoshke, @avrablake, @ashen-crest, @sleepyowlwrites, @tisiphonewolfe, and anyone else who wants to play! <3

So, without further ado, my Favorite Characters in some of my favourite fandoms, in NO SPECIFIC ORDER...

One

Fandom; Doctor Who. Character; Doctor Who, Tenth Incarnation

David Tennant's run as The Doctor was my favourite. It was a magical combination of a phenomenal actor, a brilliant "companion", and A+ writing team, but it made me fall in love with the character as a whole. Smart, Intellligent, Alien, but also Vulnerable, and ineffably Human.

Two

Fandom; Marvel Cinematic Universe. Character; Tony Stark

And I do mean "Tony Stark", not "Iron Man". Don't get me wrong, Iron Man is cool, and is definitely my favourite Avenger, but it's because it's Tony Stark inside the suit. It's the intelligence of the character that, again, captivates me and as a writer I see so much potential there. If I wasn't so busy with my own writing projects I'd be very tempted to jump back into fandom again just to have a play with Tony Stark's possibilities.

Three

Fandom; Sherlock Holmes. Character; Sherlock

This one had to make the list considering my pen name! I've loved many of the Holmes adaptions, and but there's something specifically about Benedict Cumberbatch's Holmes where you can just see that brilliant mind ticking away behind his eyes.

Four

Fandom; The Mentalist Character; Patrick Jane

I thought the whole Mentalist story was phenomenal, and the backstory for the character of Patrick Jane, genuis. I also love how much Jane is aware that usually he's the smartest person in the room, but is also painfully aware when he's not.

Five

Fandom; Vincenzo Character; Vincenzo Cassano aka Park Joo-hyung

This is a newer addition to my list, and I've only seen the series once so my memory may be a little shaky, but this was another highly intelligent character. A little vicious, a little violent, but at heart also a good person, and I fell a little in love with the character every episode.

And now, let me pivot into my second "type"...

Six

Fandom; Lord of the Rings Character; Strider aka Aragorn son of Arathorn

The OG Fandom Fave, Lord of the Rings got me into fanfiction. I began my online writing career by writing a "10th Walker" fanfiction that never saw the light of day, because I've always found Arwen's character very frustrating. Then the films were released, and the rest is history. But give me Strider over the polished King Aragorn any day!

Seven

Fandom; Shadow and Bone (Netflix) Character; General Aleksander Kirigan aka The Darkling aka Aleksander Morozova

This one is a little more specific because I haven't read the books, so I have ZERO idea how accurate the series is to the original material, but Ben Barnes, specifically, as the Darkling is all my favourite things mixed up into one character. Smart, Intelligent, Damaged, Rough around the edges, In dire need of saving from himself. He's got it all.

Eight

Fandom; The 100 Character; Prince Roan of Azgeda

Another character that I feel had wasted potential! I think they could have done so much MORE with this character but, much like Shadow and Bone, I've not read the books! So it's possible Prince Roan had a bigger, better, for fulfilling part there than the TV Series.

Nine

Fandom; The Witcher Character; Geralt of Rivia

Look. I've loved Geralt forever. I loved him in the CDProjecktRed games. I bought the books, and loved him there, and then Henry Cavill went and made the 100% hands down perfect Geralt on screen. What more can I say?

Ten

Fandom; The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Character; Klaus Mikaelson

Is there a better example of a morally grey character? Not one I've found, to be honest. Klaus has a freaking tragic backstory, and it's completely twisted his worldview. Does he need a good smack upside he head to teach him that his methods are fucked? Absolutely. Does that make me love him any less? Absolutely not!

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He’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole (V)

A/N: ngl i cried writing the beginning of this, rewatching the season for this series has been rlly fun (except for the scene where Fei dies rip my queen), OH MY GOD DONT USE THE SCHEDULE THING BC THEN THE TAGS DONT WORK!!!

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: ANGST, girlie u are going THROUGH it, Reggie’s a douche, more angst, y’all almost break up, reader is said to wear a dress but its only a passing comment, drinking, swearing, eating, five might be ooc bc i havent written for him in so long, smoking, sex implications

Word Count: 4.2k

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 6  Part 7

     Laying on the pool table yet again in the Hotel Obsidian after your brother and other sister died. Can't seem to fucking escape this place. It's like Hotel California. Great now I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head. Laying on your back, head against the lip of the pool table, you admire the necklace Fei had got you when you were a teenager. Yours had said ‘Best’ while theirs said ‘Friends’. Originally they were black with white lettering but due to time, they had faded to a bronze color with black lettering from the years of filling them in with sharpie. Tearing up you curl into a ball and start to sob. My fucking family is dead, my fucking best friend is dead. Now in the fetal position, you full-body sob, not caring if anyone sees. 

     Ignoring the ongoing argument in the other room, you go to the buffet trying to find something small to snack on, finding an apple. Using your knife you peel and slice the apple, cutting it into little cubes. The thought of cubes breaks you again, dropping your knife on the floor and dropping to your knees. I want my family back, I want my fucking family, I NEED them. I need Alphonso’s shitty jokes, I need Jayme’s daily existential dread talk, I need Chris’ happy disposition, I need Fei. Sobbing you slide down the wall silently munching on the apple cubes. After a cry sesh, your arms fall to your sides, brushing the matted-down carpet. Looking forward all emotions drained out of you, feeling empty. Deciding to see what the other idiots are up to you head back toward the balcony.

     Before walking into the room you hear Ben and Diego arguing. Leaning on the column you watch them argue, numb. “Hey, you guys done? The universe is disappearing outside. So you can keep rearranging the deck chairs of the Titanic if it makes you feel better. But the fact remains that we are too late,” Five says. “Come on, Five,” “It's over Luther, we failed.” “Come on. It cant be over over,” Viktor says. “Yeah, come on, Five. We gotta figure this out, man,” Diego insists. “Okay. How about we take a step back? Look at the big picture here. Most of us have spent the last 28 days trying to stop the world from ending. What exactly have we accomplished?” The room goes silent, the Umbrella’s reflecting on their past 28 days. 28 days ago I wasn't in this shithole and had all my siblings. Walking from your column you stand next to Ben, his arms wrapping instinctively around you. Normally, this would make you smile but not now, not after half of your family died. “Well, we made some friends along the way,” Luther says positively. “Incorrect! You know what we’ve done? Nothing. We made things worse every single time,” Five corrects Luther. Leaning closer to Ben your head leans against his bicep sighing. “Don't save the world.”

     “Well, on that…super happy note, we’ve um--oh, what the hell,” Luther says as both he and Sloane stand. “We’ve got a little announcement to make,” “We’re engaged!” they say in unison. “Kill me, Jesus,” Ben mutters making you smile for the first time. Taking the flask out of his hand you take a long drink before giving it back. “Now?” Allison asks. “Yeah. Look, we realize the timing is less than ideal. But, obviously, it's now or never. Am I right, Five?” “Don’t drag me into this, please,” Five says while looking away. “What…Whatever time we have left, we wanna spend it with all of you. So we’re super pumped if you would join us in the banquet hall at 6:00 p.m. for a celebration of our love, and the official union of what's left of our two great families,” Sloane explains. “Dress code is creative black tie.”

     Sloane goes around handing out their wedding invitations when Reggie and Klaus return after being gone for days. Klaus explains that they were tangled up in a father-son end-of-the-world road trip. Klaus’ long explanation ends with him saying that he’s now immortal. Huh, so that's what Diego was talking about. After accusing Klaus of getting into bath salts, Reginald asks why we’re playing with jars. “They’re invitations. Luther and I are getting married,” Sloane says to Reggie. “If he goes to their wedding I'm gonna be even more pissed off,” Ben whispers to you. Ah, your wedding was a magical time full of arguing and absent fathers. Sloane hands him an invitation before Luther tells him space is limited and taking it back. Ben picks your invitation up and looks at it, “Ours were better,” he jokes. “Well I mean it's not like they have marketable powers like us,” you continue joking. 

     “Dad, have you been taking your pills?” Sloane asks. “As a matter of fact, I haven't. And I can confirm that I’ve never felt better in my life. You thought you could dope me up and slow me down, take control of my affairs and squander my fortune,” Reginald says, looking directly at you. He’s always hated me, accusing me of only being with Ben to get a hold of his money, the feelings mutual. “Well, Klaus here was good enough to wean me off that wretched poison, and now that the fog is lifting I can see all your dastardly designs with a bracing clarity.” “You took him off his meds? What were you thinking?” Sloane asks upset. Reginald is then sent into another spiel about how he's the only one thinking and then calls him an impressive young man, causing Diego to laugh. “As for the rest of you, your training is to resume post-haste,” Thank fuck some normalcy in your last couple of days. Ben and you quickly tell him that you're ready. You can tell he’s been waiting for this, to go on a big grandiose mission since the last huge mission was years ago. 

     Five and Reginald start going back and forth; Five mentions that he talked to Pogo. God, I can't remember the last time I saw him let alone heard his name, I miss him. “Nobody wants you here, Dad,” Luther tells Reginald. “Hey, you don't speak for everyone, big guy,” Ben replies holding your entwined hands up. I don't even wanna be around him, he’s done nothing but make Ben and me feel like shit. I mean he didn't even come to our wedding when it was at his own house! “Feel free to join him.” Before Reggie can continue with another one of his long tirades, Klaus interrupts taking him to ‘have a cup of tea’ in his suite. Diego leaves as Lila quickly follows him; Sloane then leaves presumably to go see what’s up with Reggie, leaving you, Ben, and the Umbrella’s alone.

     Walking past Luther and Viktor, Ben holding your hand and pulling you along with him, he overhears Luther mentioning his bachelor party and how “not everyone is invited.” “What was that?” Ben stops making the three of you look at him. “Nothing man, nothing,” Luther shrugs off with a quiet chuckle and smile. Ben quickly continues with you in tow, walking even faster than before. Getting to what you have claimed as your room Ben flops on the bed and sighs deeply. Flopping down next to him you ask “Is everything alright? You’ve been pouting since we left.” Ignoring you and rolling on his side away from you, staring at the wall. “Well, when you want to tell me I’ll be open, not gonna force it out of you,” you say walking towards the door baiting him to say what’s wrong. “Okay fine you pried it out of me,” he says with his usual dramatic flair, rolling onto his back, and staring at the ceiling. “It’s just…why wasn't I invited to the bachelor party?” he asks, completely serious. “Babe, are you joking?” you ask smiling thinking it’s just another one of his pranks. “No, why would I be joking?” he says turning and looking at you now sitting on the bed. “Well I mean you’ve been an asshole to them the entire time they’ve been here,” you tell him. “Listen, I’m gonna find Sloane and see if she needs anything before we get ready.” 

    Walking to what you remember is Sloane and Luther’s room, you start reflecting on Ben’s actions. Being that you were the only person that truly got to see who Ben was or wanted to be. For everyone (and even sometimes you) he wears a mask of a confident, arrogant leader but in those times when his mask slips you can truly see him. An affection-starved man craving any and all affection and recognition he can get. A man that just wants to be loved and seen by his father. Someone who has played a character so long that he himself doesn't know who he is. Finally, you made it to their room, knocking to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut.’ You can hear Sloane yell to come in, walking in you see her sitting in a chair hemming a dress. “Need any help?” you offer secretly hoping that she would say no. “Um, not at the moment but thank you,” she smiles. “You know I can't even believe it,” she confesses. “What the wedding or the end of the world?” “Oh shut up, you know what I meant. I just can’t believe I’m getting married,” she says smiling down at her dress. “I mean I always thought and dreamt of this day and now it’s finally here. Did you feel like this?” Sloane asks looking up at you like a little kid asking for their mom’s advice. “Well truth be told no, but that’s just because Ben and I aren't romantics, unlike you and Luther,” you say playfully rolling your eyes at the last part.

     “So it’s official. My ears are broken and the idiot with knives really can’t sing,” Ben says barging in on you and Sloane’s alone time, the first part making Sloane jump at his sudden appearance. “Diego. You know his name is Diego.” Caught in the middle yet again. “Maybe you should try and be nice to him and the others,” Sloane says running out of patience for Ben. “And why would I do that?” “As much as I’d love to work through your anger issues right now, I have to get back to this. The wedding is in an hour,” she exasperatedly said, patience wearing thinner by the moment. “Fei is dead,” Ben says, reminding you about half of your family being dead and you soon too. “Yeah. I know. And so are the others.” “Oh, so that's it? You’re just gonna turn your back on the Sparrow Academy? I mean you heard Dad. we have training to do. Something big is about to go down.” “Ben, shut up,” you jump in, defending Sloane. “I wish you were talking about my wedding,” Sloane says sadly. “Okay, Sloane listen to me--” “No. You listen to me. I’m sorry they didn't invite you to the bachelor party,” Sloane says ever the nicest person in the room. “I don't…I don't care about that.” “yes, you do,” you and Sloane say in sync. “You care more about being invited to the bachelor party than Fei or the others or even saving the world.” “That's--that's... That's crazy,” Ben says chuckling awkwardly and looking at the ceiling before putting the mask back on and going back to his serious leader act. 

     “Is it? The three of us have never been alone. It's always been the eight of us. Now it’s just you,” Sloane says, Ben scoffing at her. “So congratulations, Ben. you're finally number one of one.” Ben looks at you incredulously, “So you’re not a Sparrow anymore?” “Why would I wanna be one?” you say about to cry for the millionth time today. Ben’s face drops for a second, looking you directly in the eyes, sadness written all over his face. “You don't mean that,” he says quiet enough that Sloane can’t hear. “Maybe I do,” looking at him tears in your eyes. “What’s so damn special about them anyway?” Ben resumes the conversation with Sloane. “They’re a real family. They don't exist to sell action figures and tote bags.” “We were more than that,” Ben tries to defend. “Were we?” No, we weren't. We were only a thing to deter crime (which didnt work) and sell merch. Hell, my own wedding had merch. “Why is it so important to you to be a Sparrow?” that's what pushes Ben to leave, quickly he walks out the door just before trying to grab your hand and pull you along unsuccessfully.

     Time for a wedding! Dressed all fancy in a black gown that you found in one of the abandoned hotel rooms. You haven't spoken to Ben in an hour and a half, only seeing him here for the first time in that hour and a half. “What’s the deal with them?” Klaus leans to Five and asks. “I have no idea, could be because we’re all gonna die,” Five says matter of factly. Standing next to Allison, Ben walks toward you, “You look…so fucking good,” Ben says hoping to make amends. “Thank you. You look good too,” you say smiling while taking a drink of your champagne easing yourself into your night of hard-drinking. Standing next to you Ben grabs your hand and starts playing with your fingers smiling. “Hey. I love you,” he whispers, leaning into your neck causing you to smirk. “Love you too,” you say now giving him a sip of your drink. After that Luther and Viktor arrive, “I don't know. Normally, my tush looks good,” Luther says walking out of the elevator with Viktor. As soon as they walk out Allison and Viktor are already quralling. Luther whispers something to the both of them before raising his voice, saying “Bah, bah, bah! My day! Two hours. Do you think you can manage that?” Viktor replies with a ‘fine.’ 

     The elevator bell rings and everyone faces toward to elevator. The seconds that it takes for the doors to open are painstakingly long, making you anxious and excited to see your sister. This was the day she would meticulously plan out when you two were in your teens, documenting everything she wanted in a large binder down to the lighting, and now it's finally here; albeit at the end of the world and planned over a night and a few hours. Looking at her you smile, “Let’s get this over with before I die of cringe,” Ben interrupts the beautiful scene of Luther seeing Sloane in her dress and the sweet moment the two of you were sharing.

      The marriage was ordained by Klaus who gave a very eventful but meaningful officiant speech. Sitting on the left side next to Ben, you interact whenever Klaus says something that warrants it, such as him yelling “Can I get an amen?” to which everyone except Ben makes noise. Glancing towards him he's pouting again. I’m not his fucking mom, I’m not gonna babysit him the entire night. I actually want to have a good last day. “I pronounce you married as shit! Viva la apocalypse!” Klaus yells as Sloane and Luther kiss, making the tiny crowd cheer. After watching Sloane and Luther have their first dance, you start looking at the food spread; the cookies and brownies catch your eye more than the other foods. After putting the food on your plate (and grabbing a bottle of vodka) you turn around to look where to sit. You could sit with Ben and Allison and have the joy sucked out of you or Diego and Lila and have to deal with their mushy love talk or you could sit with Five, someone who you haven't gotten to know yet. 

     Sitting down across from Five he looks up from his food and nods to acknowledge you. Looking back toward Allison and Ben; the latter staring at you. “So I take it things aren't going so good with Ben and you,” Five comments chowing down on a pastry on the table and taking a looong drink. “Rather not talk about that, right now I just wanna get as fucked up as possible,” you say smirking while sitting the bottle down on the table. “Okay, I have some questions,” you say watching as Five pours himself another drink. “Are you actually like a kid or is it some time-travel fuckery?” you ask the burning question that’s been on your mind since you saw him and Ben fighting. Five goes on to explain the first apocalypse and him being stuck there for 40 years and how he’s actually a 53-year-old man. “Huh. so you’re a little old man,” you say as Viktor sits down next to you.

     Getting up from your seat after talking with your new in-laws, bottle in hand you walk toward Ben’s table and flop down in the seat next to him, setting the bottle between you two. The elevator bell chimes making everyone look over and see Reginald walking in, making the room so silent, even the music. Reginald walks over and gets himself a plate and starts looking for a seat. “What is he doing here?” Ben asks rhetorically.  “But who invited him?” “just sit and suffer with me,” Allison says making you giggle. “I can’t even get invited to a bachelor party and he’s invited to this?” “Wow. you really can't relax,” Allison comments making you giggle again. “Y/n, are you okay?” she asks, making a confused face at you now laying your head on the table. “Oh my god, how are you already drunk?” Ben asks in disbelief. “Well you see, in my grief, I perhaps stumbled upon the open bar and perhaps may have started the celebrating earlier than the rest. I mean come on, we’re on the edge of oblivion and you people expect me not to day drink,” you say smirking “And! I’m not drunk yet.” Leaning on Ben’s shoulder, you watch how awkward the wedding has become, no one making eye contact with Reggie. The awkwardness is semi-broken by Lila and Diego, Lila wanting Diego to introduce them. Watching them was nice, Lila and Reginald actually had things in common and got to talking, impressing Diego.

     After the nice moment between Lila and Reginald, Allison had gotten up leaving you and a now pouting Ben alone. Ben and you had managed to drink almost half the bottle in addition to the numerous glasses of champagne. Now you both were laying your head on the table staring at each other, Ben laying on his plate of shrimp. Klaus soon made his rounds to your table; he had been doing this all night walking from table to table and person to person trying to convince them Reggie is good now. Guess it’s our turn. “Hey, Ben-ihana and lovely little eight,” Klaus starts. “Don't hit me!” he jokes sitting down at your table. “I know we all ain’t been best buds in this timeline or whatever, but man, do I have a mission for you--” Ben interrupts him by belching verrry loudly in his face making you giggle, still laying on the table. “Eleven people,” Ben says ominously making Klaus question. “There are only eleven people left,” “Ten and a half, I’m not all here at the moment,” you say making Klaus chuckle. “Okay. Drunk Ben clearly likes numbers and… shrimp,” Klaus says still trying to recover from Ben’s shrimp burp. 

     “And you couldn't even invite me to your stupid bachelor party.” “Oh. Have we finally flicked off bad Benny’s hard candy shell?” Klaus says rubbing his arm. “Why don't you like me? Or us?” Ben asks making you move next to his shoulder, cheek touching his jacket looking at Klaus. “Because you’re huge puckering assholes.” “Okay, but you like the other Ben and y/n,” Ben says annoyed and clearly sad. “Yeah, we love the other yous,” Klaus says with a hint of sadness. “Why? What’s so special about them?” “Because he was a know-it-all. He was a scold. He was a tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day,” Klaus laughs after that. “What about me? What was so special about the other me?” you ask now becoming increasingly curious and intrigued. “Oh my god, they were a pain. An emo with a preference for sulking and being pretentious in a corner. Know-it-all just like Benny,” Klaus explains about you, well the other you. “Those.. those are all bad things about us,” Ben says after looking down at his shrimp. “Yeah, and they looked great on you two.” “Okay, you know what? We are so much better than that other Ben and y/n. I was number one--” “Twice,” you interject. “And-and they ripped people’s throats out.” “Oh yeah, did that all the time in my timeline. Does Dad give a shit?” Klaus says before asking Ben. “No. he was busy hanging out with you” Ben whispers poking Klaus. “Oh, man, methinks you might be trying a little too hard. Look around. Nobody’s polishing their boots or pressing their tights. We’re a complete and total shit show. Ya get it? And our Ben and y/n, my Ben and y/n, were just that kind of disaster and it made them ridiculously easy to love,” Klaus says, sighing at the thought of his deceased siblings, before getting up to leave you two alone. 

     The speeches started after Klaus left and went back to Lila and Diego’s table. Reginald was first, talking about Sloane when she was little, calling Luther adequate, and talking about how he wishes that his shortcomings will be seen only as a rough patch. “I’m proud to call you my children, even those I raised in a revenant version of myself,” Reginald continues, glancing around the room before stopping on you, making you look toward Ben in disbelief. Holy shit, the man that wouldn't even acknowledge that Ben and I are married called me his child! Reggie’s speech continues and finally ends with a poem, Allison leaves making everyone look toward the walking woman. “Makes, no sense,” Ben says still eating his many shrimp as everyone starts applauding at Reginald’s newfound kindness. “All right! All right! Time to turn those frowns upside down. This one is for all my party people in the place,” the concierge turned now wedding D.J says, as everyone gets up and starts dancing on the dancefloor. 

     Dancing around with your new family and husband felt nice, it felt like it was just a normal wedding on a normal day. After all of the fast and upbeat songs played then started the slow songs. Arms wrapped around Ben’s neck while his arms around your waist the both of you sway drunkenly together. Looking up at him, you plant a small kiss on the end of his scar making him smile, and put his face into your neck and start kissing it. “Noooo, stop,” you say smiling and pushing him away jokingly. “No, come back here,” he says pulling you back before snuggling his face back into your neck. Leaving the dancefloor you and Ben go back to your seat. While sitting and drunkenly talking Klaus shows up and the three of you start walking around the hotel property.

     Towards the end of the night Klaus, you, and Ben arrive back at the wedding noticeably more drunk than before. “Oh no no no no no!” someone shouts. “Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?” Five asks. “Hear me out before--” “Hear him out,” you and Ben shout in sync as you take your shared cigarette away from Ben. “The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not-- I don’t mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this Ben, he’s gone now. The asshole, he’s gone now,” Klaus exclaims. “But that's what I liked about you, my asshole,” you say sadly looking at Ben. “Klaus, what are you talking about?” Luther asks. Klaus ignoring his question continues, “And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he’s one of us, and he’s a member of the team. And he’s part of the family!” Ben and Klaus shout the last statement in unison. “And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof,” Five says making you laugh. “Ha! They like me more!” you gloat at Ben. “Yeah, I’ll help,” Diego agrees with Five. “You know what. You know what. He can stay. He can stay,” Luther says. “And baby eight?” Klaus says holding your shoulders and giving puppy eyes. “They’ve been welcome to stay,” Diego says making you smile as you walk over with Klaus and Ben.

    Almost as soon as you sit down everyone starts heading to bed. Standing up you pull Ben along with you, “I’m ‘sleepy’ if you get my meaning,” you say to Ben too loudly. Taking a moment to understand what you meant, Ben then realizes it, “huh? Sleepy? But-- Oh!” he says before speed walking with you toward to elevator.

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[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Twenty-Eight | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—The Curse

❝Is this guardian a Jedi?❞

They danced. As the world continued to end around them, they danced together. Y/n still had a sinking feeling in her chest, and as the seconds went on, it got deeper. She sighed. Sloane and Luther continued to sway in the middle of the floor. Allison and Ben sat at a table together. Viktor and Klaus did their own subtle dance. Lila and Diego danced together under the blue dotted lights. 

Y/n felt someone tap her shoulder, and she looked up. Diego was standing behind her, “May I take her away for a dance?”

Five looked down. His chest felt empty without her leaning on it. Y/n smiled, and Five sighed, “You may.”

Y/n took Diego’s hand and let him pull her into a clumsy dance. She watched Five go back to the table. She felt Diego step on her shoes multiple times and chuckled, “God, you are awful at this.”

“Well, Klaus was always my partner.” Diego replied, “You don’t learn much when your partner is giggling and not listening.”

She smiled and took the lead. Diego’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but he let her lead him in a waltz. Y/n chuckled every time he would accidentally trip over his own feet. They danced until they were out of breath. Diego smiled before twirling her. Her hair flipped, and she laughed before letting go of his hand to sit beside Five at the table. She could smell the alcohol on him. 

Y/n pulled out the chair on Five’s right and grabbed a glass of water. She knew that if Five kept drinking, someone would have to take care of him. The glass had condensation on it, and it left her fingertips wet. It thudded against the plastic table. Five was eating beside her. Klaus was wandering around with a champagne flute. 

“Cinco! Ocho!” Klaus did finger guns, “Mi Hermano. Mi Hermana.”

“Oh, God.” Five muttered as Klaus sat down on his left, “What do you want?”

“Listen to me. Dad is upstairs right now with a plan to save everything. So what say we pop up to the suite for a little chitchat?”

Five narrowed his eyes, “Are you like Frick and Frack with the old man now?”

“This dad's different. He's a turtle.” Klaus said, “Hard on the outside, but all cute and wrinkly and occasionally delicious on the inside.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,”

“Klaus?” 

“Yeah?”

Five took a sip of champagne, “Old dogs like me and him never change. He has never had our best interests at heart.”

“So, my only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition,” Five continued, “And make love to my wonderful girlfriend.”

Y/n choked on her water, “For fucks sake.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Sure.” Klaus clinked their glasses, “Have at it.”

“I shall!”

She shook her head and placed her cup down. Five continued to eat beside her. Klaus looked over at Diego and Lila. Y/n watched Lila come over and mutter something. She tilted her head at them. Then Chet walked around with an old camera. She watched him press the button, and a white flash filled her vision. 

Cameras flashed on every block on the way back to the Academy. A thirteen-year-old Y/n sat in the back of the limousine. Ben sat beside her. He had blood all over his uniform and his hands. Five sat in front of her, and Klaus was on his left. She picked at the blood beneath her nails. Her hair was matted with blood, and it stained her cheeks. She could feel it drying. It made her feel sticky. 

Y/n looked out the window. Fans lined up on every sidewalk with posters, cosplays, and signs. Most fans had Spaceboy, The Rumor, and The Boy posters. Some kids had The Horror posters. One kid had even dressed up like him. Ben was horrified. She saw very few of the Séance and the Kraken. Y/n knew they weren’t trendy. Not one kid or teen had anything to do with her. 

The Curse was precisely that, a Curse. She felt the weight of the pistol on her hip and sighed. She sat crossed-legged in the back as Ben fidgeted. She could hear Allison and Diego arguing in the front. Luther said nothing in the passenger seat. Five and Klaus whispered together. Ben didn’t like to talk. Y/n appreciated it. She wasn’t fond of talking. 

Her uniform was splattered all over. It was no longer navy blue. She had been too close when Allison exploded a man’s mind. Y/n was instantly covered in his blood. Allison didn’t look the slightest apologetic and ran off to Luther. She sighed and wiped her face with her sleeve. It turned darker instantly. She turned to see Five being cornered by a man and tucked her hair away. 

Diego’s knife was left on the ground. Y/n picked it up and threw it at one of the men, and he crumbled to the floor. Five looked baffled as the other collapsed with no warning. He looked down to see Y/n clenching her fist. She looked determined, “What the hell are you waiting for, Number Five? Get off your ass!”

Y/n heard a wisp, and he was gone. She held out her hand, and the knife flew back into her palm. It was covered in blood. She wiped it on her skirt before throwing it to Diego. He caught it seamlessly, “You know, you could be nicer to him, yeah?”

“I saved his life,” She retorted, “That’s plenty nice.”

He snorted. She saw Klaus get distracted. A man was reloading his gun, and Y/n walked over to him. She kicked him on the back of the knees, and they buckled. Y/n grabbed the gun from his hand and shot him in the back of the skull. She looked up and shook the hair out of her face. Klaus had wide eyes, and Y/n unloaded the gun before throwing it out, “Watch your ass, Number Four.”

She whipped around at a gun firing. Behind her, a bullet was flying threw the room toward her. Y/n huffed and turned it around. It penetrated the man’s chest and hit the wall behind him. Everyone stared. Y/n knew she looked ridiculous. Her foot was on a dead man’s neck, with blood covering every inch of her body. She walked away from the man and looked around the room. She heard Diego whistle.

“Thank god, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Y/n walked toward the entrance and threw the doors open. The flashes blinded her. They were bright white, and all she could hear was clicking. People crowded the gate, and she navigated through them. Everyone followed behind her to the road where the limousine waited. Y/n growled with frustration.

“Get the fuck out of the way!” She yelled, “We would all like to go home now.”

People parted on the steps, and she sighed. Her shoes left bloody footprints all down the stairs. Y/n opened the car door and walked to the back row. It was a twenty-minute drive to the Academy. Everyone exited in number order. Y/n watched them exit. Luther had no blood on him. Diego had some on his cheek. Allison had some splatters on her arm. Klaus had none. Five had some on his face. Ben had some on his uniform and hands. Y/n exited the car covered from head to toe with blood. 

Reginald held out his cane and stopped her from entering the Academy. She backed up from the doors and narrowed her eyes. Then she felt her knees give out. He’d hit the back of her knees with his cane, and the crowd was laughing like it was entertainment. She growled and went to stand, but he hit her again. Y/n was tired, sticky, and annoyed. She looked up to see Ben, Vanya, and Diego in the door window. 

Y/n felt a burning pain on her back and her hands slid against the sidewalk. Her palms burned, and he slammed his cane down on her back. No one complained or yelled for her. No one cried for the villain. No one wanted to save the villain. Her head was pushed down, and all she heard was laughing before everything darkened. 

She shook her head. She felt her heart pound beneath her chest. Y/n pushed out of her chair, and Five furrowed his eyebrows, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n pushed in her chair, “I’m just going to get some air.”

Five nodded, and Y/n walked out of the banquet hall onto a balcony. The air hit her face. It was warm and soothing. The patio had yellow string lights going across the top. Big rocks made a small railing for the area. She sighed, and her hands trembled. Y/n walked up to the rocks and leaned on them. She looked up and saw the Kugelblitz looming over the building. Y/n grabbed the Rubik cube from her pocket. 

It had been a long time. Reginald stopped the treatment after she came back from the Commission. There were no stars anymore—just orange gas. Y/n looked down at the cube in her hand. It was familiar and felt light in her hand. She remembered yearning for one in Dallas, where everyone thought too much. She stared down at her hands. If she looked long enough, she could see the blood on them. 

It was never hers. Sometimes she wished it was. Y/n turned her back to the rocks and sat down on one of them. It was smooth and cool to the touch. She leaned her cheek against the wall of rock. It cooled her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes. Y/n heard the surrounding noises left. Trees swayed, music played inside the banquet hall and the faint rumbling. 

Y/n felt herself dozing and heard the ocean. She wished she could see it one last time. She looked up to see the stars glittering at her. It all felt like a subtle tease of what could’ve been. It felt nice to sleep. It felt nice to let go of the sinking feeling for two hours while her body dozed. She woke up when someone opened the door again. It was Diego and Lila. They smiled at her and sat on another rock to her left. 

Lila laid her head in Diego’s lap, and Diego leaned back against the rocks. Five was next to stumble out with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Y/n chuckled, and Five perked up. His face lit up, and he came to sit beside her. She felt him snuggle against her left arm. Viktor gave a sheepish smile before sitting on the rocks. Five offered Y/n the bottle, and she shook her head. Luther and Sloane were next. 

“Hey, guys.”

Y/n gave a subtle wave. They sat between Viktor and Diego. Luther sat on the back rocks, and Sloane sat between his legs beneath him. She felt someone nudging her, and Five was nosing at her arm. Y/n chuckled and brought it around his shoulders. She saw Klaus and Ben exit the building next.

“Oh, no, no, no, no!” Diego shook his head, “No!”

Five grimaced, “Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?”

“Hear me out before-“

“Hear him out,” Ben said.

“The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not- I don't mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this, Ben.” Y/n tilted her head, “The asshole, he's gone now. Gone.”

Luther furrowed his eyebrows, “Klaus, what are you talking about?”

“And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he's one of us, and he's a member of the team. And he's part of the family!” They both laughed. 

“And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof.” Five said.

“Yeah. I'll help.”

“You know what? You know what?” Luther replied, “He can stay. He can stay.”

“Why?”

“'Cause, it's my wedding day, man.” Luther retorted, “Come on. He can stay.”

Ben and Klaus exclaimed happily as they sat in front of Viktor. Five took another swig of the bottle. Y/n gently took it from him and placed it on her other side. Five didn’t seem bothered. He just snuggled into her side. She carded her fingers through his hair. Y/n stared at the orange and pink sky. 

“Hey, you know something?” Luther called, “Tonight is all I ever really wanted.”

Diego snorted, “To get hitched?”

“Just… everybody coming together when it really matters.” 

“One big real family.”

Y/n felt a jolt at her side, and Five was standing up. She watched him almost fall forward before catching himself. He coughed. Everyone laughed, “Whoa! Whoa!”

“Oh, I think I'm gonna hurl.” 

Y/n snickered as he looked around cluelessly, “Actually, uh, I think I'm hungry. See ya, guys. I'm gonna hit the buffet.”

Five walked back inside. Viktor looked at Y/n, “Is he gonna be okay?”

“I dunno,” Y/n shrugged. 

“It's Five.” Diego replied, “What do you think?”

She blew a raspberry and got up, “Thank you for tonight. Congratulations, Luther and Sloane.”

“Thank you.”

Y/n got up and walked into the banquet hall. She looked around, and Five was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and walked to the elevator. She clicked floor six and felt it move beneath her feet. It took two minutes before the doors opened again. Y/n walked down to room nineteen and pulled the key from her pocket. The door clicked open, and she locked it behind her. Y/n sighed.

She took off the belt and placed it on a table. Her knife, wallet, first aid kit, and Rubik cube were on top. She unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. Then, she walked to the bottom bunk and pulled the comforter before slipping beneath it. Her head hit the pillow and her eyes closed. The beach was so soothing. She felt the waves at her feet and the sand beneath her. Y/n ran her fingers through the sand and felt it dissolve into the beach beneath her. 

She felt the spritz of water hit her cheeks. It was cooling, refreshing, and sweet. It was like being on vacation after a long year at work. It felt like waking up on a Saturday after a long week. It was a cold glass of water at twilight. It was reading on an autumn day in the shade. It was watching the sun set and rise. It was everything she needed. 

Y/n squeezed her eyes closed when the light drifted in. The curtains had been thrown open days ago, and she forgot to close them. She groaned and threw the comforter off. She slid her legs off the side of the mattress and felt a heavy weight on her chest. Y/n rubbed her eyes and tucked her hair back. She looked out the window to see nothing but orange light. 

She padded over to her shoes and laced them up. Y/n grabbed her belt and wrapped it around her waist. The first aid kit went into her back left pocket, the Rubik cube in her right, and the knife in her front right. She left the wallet. Y/n looked into a mirror and flattened her hair before walking out of the room. She put the key in her front left pocket and walked to the elevator. It took three minutes to reach the lobby. 

Everyone aside from Viktor and Five was in the sitting area to the left of the doors. Y/n tilted her head, “Where’s Five?”

“Outside.” 

Y/n nodded and walked through the revolving doors. He was sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the world. A bottle was placed beside him. She recognized it as the same bottle from the night before. Y/n shoes made crumbling noises against the broken asphalt. She sat on his right, and he held out the bottle. 

“No, thanks.”

Five quirked an eyebrow, “You don’t drink or smoke. How do you even have fun?”

“You’re an asshole, sometimes.”

“Well, what’s your secret?”

She crossed her arms, “Drinking and smoking are delaying the inevitable. I’d rather get over it than delay it.”

Five took another swig of the bottle, “I saw something last night.”

“I’m surprised,” Y/n replied, “You seemed pretty drunk.”

“Reginald made a deal with someone.”

Y/n tilted her head, “A deal? What kind of deal?”

“I don’t know. I only got the ass end of the conversation, and I didn’t see who it was with.”

“I haven’t felt right lately,” Y/n said, “There’s a sinking feeling in my gut, and I’ve always listened to it before, but right now, I can’t figure out what it is. But, I don’t think this deal will end with anything good.”

Five took her hand in his and squeezed, “I’ve always trusted you. I trusted you as a kid, on missions, in the apocalypse, at the Commission, back in twenty-nineteen, and in Dallas. I will always trust you; we will figure it out together if you think this deal is trouble. You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“You make it sound like I have you wrapped around my finger.”

“You do,” He took another sip, “I’m not ashamed.”

She chuckled and squeezed his hand. He did the same. Y/n heard footsteps and perked up. An older man was leaving the hotel. He had slick back grey hair and a monocle. He wore black pants, shoes, a blazer, and a tie. He had on a patterned vest and white button-up beneath it. He held a book in his right hand. 

“Reginald.”

“I take it you know why I'm here.”

“How 'bout we save you some time? Give you the ‘no’ upfront.” Five replied, “We’re not interested in this bullshit plan you've been cooking.”

Reginald deadpanned, “It's not, as you so colorfully called it, bullshit.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle from Five’s hand. She took a swig before putting it down on the asphalt, “Mind if I join you?”

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” Y/n said as he sat down, “However, it seems like you don’t give a shit regardless.”

Five handed Reginald the bottle. He took a small sip and grimaced, “Dear God!”

Five hummed, “Louis XIII, it ain’t.”

“I've had worse,” Reginald replied and looked forward, “It is impressive, isn't it?”

“All the ways we could have screwed the pooch, this way is the most complete. I'm relieved, actually. This time, everything goes.” He took his hand and put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, “There's no Commission, no leaping away. No life spent going mad with the desperation to see a familiar face.”

“I've seen worlds end in ways that would knock your socks off, old man."

Five deadpanned, “Wow! Reginald Hargreeves, you never cease to surprise me.”

“That is some comfort.” Reginald said, “You know, they all run together after a while. But you never forget your first. Your home. Your original sin. You never stop wondering, ‘Did I do enough to save the people I loved?’”

“Did you?”

“No, but I was hoping you children could help me out with that.”

Y/n took another sip from the bottle, “And there it is!”

“Sorry, Reg.” Five replied, “I got a message from the future.”

“What future?”

“My future self told me very explicitly not to save this world.”

Reginald laughed, “You are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren't you? ‘Future you.’ ‘Present you.’ The past is as much a mystery as the future.”

Five took a long sip from the bottle and held Y/n closer to him. Reginald narrowed his eyes, “You ruined your life once before by not listening to me. Are you prepared to do that again?”

“Hey asshole,” Y/n spat, “Maybe if you weren’t trying to hold him back or gave him the training he needed, he would’ve listened.”

He kissed her temple and sighed, “Fine, I'll attend your stupid meeting.”

“And you?”

“I’ll listen.”

“Excellent!”

Reginald stood up, and Five glared, “If you tell me what happened with you in the Buffalo Suite last night. Whom were you talking to? Was it Klaus? Was it Ben?”

“No one. I was alone.” Reginald said, “Though I doubt you were in any condition to remember.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. Reginald gave her a subtle smile, “We should go. Don't want to be late for the meeting.”

Five looked forward, “I would move if I were you.”

“What,” Five asked, “Are you threatening us?”

Y/n felt the ground beneath her shake, and she stood up. She pulled Five’s arm, and he was pulled back. The land they had been sitting on fell from the earth. She heard him sigh and looked down at where they had been sitting. Her heart pounded. Reginald smirked.

“Shall we?”

She shook her head. Five followed Reginald into the hotel. Y/n followed closely behind them. She let them walk through the revolving door together and followed behind them. When she walked in, she heard everyone cheering from the same place they had been. Diego, Lila, Sloane, and Luther sat on a couch together. Viktor was seated on a chair to the right of the sofa. Ben and Klaus sat together on a round couch. Allison sat on a luggage cart. 

“Woo! Five! Yeah!”

Luther clapped loudly, “Here he is!”

Diego snickered, “That speech last night! Wow!”

“Brought me to tears, you big softy,” Lila said.

“I especially liked when you referred to us as a family bound by destiny and love,” Viktor replied. 

Y/n tilted her head, and Diego smiled, “Oh, shorty, you missed it! Five made a fantastic speech last night at the wedding-“

“Okay. Enough.” Five said, “It was the booze talking. In the light of day, you're all still deplorable.”

She coughed, and Five turned around, “Not you.”

Five walked toward a cushioned chair in the back. As he passed Lila, she jumped up and held her arms out. Five ignored them and walked to the chair. Y/n walked around the other side and sat beside him. He put his arm around her. Reginald stood before them, “And your day's about to get worse.”

“The Norse had eight sleepers. The Blackfoot, eight stars. As a boy, I heard the legend of the eight bells.” He explained, “All these stories are the same. The village is under threat by flood, by fire, by a night that never ends. A shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave. He tells them if they can ring the eight magic bells, the village will be saved, and all will be restored just as it was.”

Lila raised her hand, “Reggie? Can we get a little less Brothers Grimm and more ‘What the hell does this have to do with us?’”

“There is a truth to these myths. None of you can deny what's going on around us. All existence will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time left a way to put things back together if the universe ever faced total annihilation.” Reginald explained, “There is a portal in the universe. I built this hotel around it, and on the other side is the answer.”

Y/n leaned, “Klaus never gets to pick the hotel again.”

Five shook his head with a subtle grin. Luther sighed, “And… we're supposed to, what? Just stroll in there, ring some bells, and fix this shit?”

“Sarcasm aside, you are mostly right.” Reginald replied, “Except for the guardian.”

Y/n tilted her head, “What kind of guardian?”

“Kinda guardian that does this.” Diego held up his hand, “He had a sword.”

“It is a force to be reckoned with.”

“A force?” Y/n snorted, “Is this guardian a Jedi? Cause if he’s not, he is not to be reckoned with.”

Lila snorted, and Luther rolled his eyes, “See? Yeah. This is where you lose me.”

“This is where he loses you?” Lila replied, “I checked out at the sacred cave.”

“Why would the builders of this ‘back door’ need to have a guardian?”

“Ah! To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means.”

Reginald smiled, “Correct, Sloane.”

“So it's gonna take all of us to defeat the thing protecting the bells.”

“You're actually buying his crap?” Five asked.

Allison deadpanned, “How is a guardian and bells any crazier than time-traveling briefcases and assassins with cartoon masks?”

“Actually, she's got you there.” Five sighed.

Ben stood up and walked to Reginald’s side, “I'm in.

“Me too.” Diego stood up, “But I think some of us should stay back. Like Lila.”

“Uh,” She stood up, “Or you can stay, and I can go.”

“No. This is much bigger than all of us.” Allison said, “Nobody can stay back.”

“You, my children, are all that stands between us and oblivion. Are we ready to go?”

Viktor shrugged, “Well, I say we vote.”

“This isn't a democracy.” Ben spat, “Dad's calling the shots.”

“I'm with Viktor. We vote.”

“Me too,”

Reginald looked appalled, “The world is ending, and you want to count hands?”

“You're asking us to risk our lives. I think it's only fair you give us time to discuss it.” Luther said, “Privately.”

Y/n heard Reginald scoff and walk away, “Why don't we meet back here in an hour?”

“Agreed.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Whatever.”

Five stood up and pulled Y/n up with him. She led them back to the elevator. She pressed floor six and took him to room nineteen. The key went into the lock, and the door clicked open. Five closed it behind him, and it shut with a thud. Y/n threw herself on the couch, and Five paced the room. Y/n pulled out the Rubik cube and started twisting it around. Five’s tension eased at the familiar noise. 

“I think this is a trap.”

“I believe you.”

Five turned to her, “What do you plan on doing?”

“I don’t know yet.”

She continued to twist the cube in her hands. It didn’t take long for the cube to be solved. The older she got, the easier it was. Five turned an armchair around to face the couch and sat down. She threw the cube, and he mixed it up before throwing it back to her. She started to solve, and Five rubbed his face, “We should warn the others.”

“I agree.”

Y/n stood up and put the cube in her pocket. She followed Five out of the room and walked down the hall. At the end of the hall was Luther and Sloane’s suite. It was nicer than room nineteen. It had a full-size queen bed. It had a couch and armchairs around the room too. Five knocked on the door and opened it. Y/n followed. Luther was sitting on the bed. Sloane was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Luther smiled, “How long do we have left?”

Five made a so-so gesture, “A couple of hours. Could be more, could be less.”

“Where's Sloane?” Y/n asked.

“Raiding the wine cellar for our end-of-the-world party.“

“So I guess you guys know which way you're voting.”

“You're more than welcome to join us.”

Five paced, “I'm still on the fence on that one. I saw something last night that I was not supposed to see.”

“Diego and Lila.” Luther said, “Yeah, they do it on the stairs sometimes.”

“What the fuck.” 

Five rolled his eyes, “No, I saw Dad. He was in his room with someone. He was making some kind of deal. Before you ask, I don't know what the deal was or who it was with. Everything is a blur.”

“Wasn't Sloane or me.” He replied, “We were, uh, busy doing other things last night.”

“Yeah, I get it, Luther. Thank you.” Five sighed, “Everyone was boning everyone last night.”

“Wait, you two-“

“Focus, please.”

Y/n face palmed, “That story about the bells? There's something Dad's not telling us. Think about it. When has the old man ever been straight with us?”

“I don't know. He was ruthless in our performance reviews.”

“He always gave me five stars.”

“Really?”

Five took a deep breath, “Look, I'm old enough to trust my instinct, and it's telling me this is a trap. Food for thought.”

Y/n walked out of the room and exhaled heavily. Five tilted his head at her, “You all right?”

“Yeah,” She said, “I think I’m gonna ponder my decision in the lobby.”

“I’ll see you at the voting then.”

She smiled before she walked off. Y/n took the stairs to the lobby. It gave her more time to think. For years, they had trained for this. She had become Reginald’s weapon for this. The thought made her want to vomit—every hit with the cane, palm, and shoe. He had wanted her angry. He knew she could do unpredictable things while angry. He wanted the public to hate her, and they did. 

Y/n sat down on the last landing. She could hear the people’s taunts down the street. Even after the Academy disbanded. Her face wasn’t forgettable. People threw things at her on the road, called her names, denied her service, and assaulted her. She’d walk around with her hood up and look down at the sidewalk while she walked. She denied herself the scenery to keep the people around her safe. 

She was eighteen years old and just needed her medication. Meritech wasn’t a far walk from the gym. It took her years to finally get help. Diego had pressured her into it. She was thankful for him in more ways than one. He was her saving grace. He was scheduled to fight that night at the gym, and she told him she’d be there. She just needed her medication. Y/n’s hood fell. 

Y/n didn’t think twice about it. The sunset was beautiful. It was purple, pink, and slowly turning orange. She passed a bar and continued to walk. Y/n heard footsteps behind her, but that was common. People walked the streets all the time. She turned a corner, and a man gripped her by the very low back. She grabbed his wrist and flipped him around. He chuckled at seeing her face. 

“Ah, one of the Academy kids,” He smiled, “You’re Number Seven, aren’t ya’?”

She didn’t say anything, “You’re the Curse.”

Y/n rose an eyebrow and lifted her leg. His forearm broke with a snap, and he cried out in pain. The man reached for her hair, but a pain in his leg made him crumble to the floor. Y/n released her grip on the man once he had melted onto the sidewalk. She spat to her right into an alley, “Next time, don’t fucking touch me.”

She sighed. It had been a long walk to Meritech that day. Part of her still yearned for her pills. Despite Five being back, somedays she wished for the white pill to dissolve in her body. Someone knocked on the stairwell, and she looked up. It was Viktor. He gave her a small smile, “We’re ready.”

“Thanks.”

Y/n followed Viktor out to the main lobby. He sat down in the center of the main stairs. Luther and Sloane sat together on the right. Diego and Lila stood on the left side of the stairs. Five leaned up against a pillar, and Y/n leaned against it on his right. Ben was on her right. Allison stood in the middle of everyone, and Klaus leaned on the opposite pillar.

“I think you can all guess which way I'll be voting. We've all been through a lot. We've all lost people.” Allison paused, “Mannequins… But their deaths have to mean something, which is why I'll be voting to go with Dad.”

Lila jumped off the stairs toward Reginald, “Let's go save the bloody universe!”

“Woo-hoo!”

“All right, well, since she said yes,” Diego sat on the stairs, “I vote stay.”

Lila scoffed, and Diego shrugged, “How's that for nice?”

“You're not being serious.”

“It's his vote, Lila.”

Allison turned to Klaus, “Klaus?”

“I am with Father.”

“Okay, that's four to one.” She said, “Viktor?”

He sighed, “Look, I wanna believe, okay? I really do. I just can't shake the feeling we don't know what we're getting ourselves into.”

“No, but we know what we've got if we don't. We have to go into this together. Viktor. A family.”

“You can't just keep throwing the word ‘family’ around. It isn't enough.” He replied, “I vote stay.”

“Luther?”

Luther rubbed Sloane’s shoulders, “Sloane and I talked, and, well, we're out. Look, we wanna spend whatever time we have left together and not fighting some guy with a sword and ringing bells and stuff.”

“Well, dead even. Four in, four out.” Viktor said.

“That leaves you Number Five and Y/n.”

Five sighed, “I saw the future, and it told me to sit this one out.”

“I vote stay.” Five said, “It's time we accept our fate.”

Everyone turned to look at Y/n, “We’re 4 in and 5 out. Looks like it’s up to you, little Y/n.”

Y/n felt their stares. She shivered. It reminded her of the whole city, watching her get beaten with a cane. She looked down at her feet and crossed her ankles. Her hair covered her face like a curtain. She felt Five staring at her with strong intensity. They felt piercing and made her cheeks run hot. She tilted her chin back up. 

“I won’t go down without a fight.” Y/n said, “I was born to be a weapon. I might as well die being one.”

“Shorty,”

“None of you get it, okay?” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “You all were the good ones, okay? You all were the heroes. I was never a hero. He,” She pointed at Reginald, “Made me a villain, a weapon, a monster from the moment he gave us our alias’.”

“No one ever thought-“

“That I was a curse?” Y/n chuckled, “Yes, you do. Everyone thought I was a fucking curse. You guys talked and acted like I couldn’t hear. You pretended like I didn’t have emotions and didn’t care. I was completely swallowed in my grief at thirteen years old, and none of you gave a shit. None of you!”

“And you know that boot camp Reginald sent me to?” They all looked intrigued, “Wasn’t a fucking boot camp. I was sent to become a fucking assassin because my grief was consuming me, and if I didn’t get it out somehow, I’d end up killing you all.”

She hesitated, “Just like when I killed Ben.”

[umbrellatte]

Ah Shit | F.Hargreeves

pairings: five hargreeves x speedster!fem!reader

synopsis: After finally leaving Dallas, Texas 1963, you and the Hargreeves come back to another seemingly disastrous problem.

notes: five did time travel, he did see the apocalypse, but was able to return as soon as he saw the date, therefore making him the same age as everyone else, including yourself. and he doesn't look like he's thirteen, he's just genuinely shorter than the rest of the academy, like he's tall, just not enough to be 'tall' tall.

disclaimer: five is above 18 in all my fics unless stated otherwise

You all landed in what seemed to be the Academy's living room. You all saw a Ben look alike walked into the room, and six other people, well five people and a cube, on the second floor balcony. “Dad? Who the hell are these assholes?”

“Shit” the Umbrellas said at the same time as you said “Ah shit.” You all look at each other, few words here and there and now you were fighting. Being the speedster of the group, you obviously had a high advantage on speed. Well, assuming you were the only one with speed advantages.

“Then we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.” the buff dark skinned man said. “Look, we just fought a literal army. Okay? This doesn't need to get ugly. Let's all just calm down and let's talk.”

Klaus then proceeded to talk, you didn't really pay attention to it. Mainly because Five's grip on your waist seemed to tell you that you should be wary and prop up your speed. So your focus was mainly on the random scarlet dressed people. Sooner or later, there was a fight. You and Luther took stance as the Marcus guy attacked. You sped around him and started to form a vaccum made of air, which theoretically, if he was as strong as Luther, he couldn't punch through.

“Luther, help the others! I'll get this one!” you yelled, speeding around him until you took your scarf and tied him to someone else. “Hopefully, he'll be too scared to break out cause he'll hurt whoever the hell this blonde bitch i tied him to anyways.” you thought. Ben then decides to attack you, from behind. Coward position, but smart anyways. Before he could, Five jumps to your rescue. “Tentacles off her, asshole!” he yells, jumping behind him to strangle him. “[Name], darling watch your fucking back! I swear to god!” Five scolds you. You speed here and there fighting the bird lady, yelling “I don't have eyes in the back of my head, honey! But clearly this blind bird bitch does!”

“[Name], Diego needs help! He's floating with the cube thing!” Allison called out. You reached Diego and thought on how to save him. You figured maybe if you ran fast enough, you could run up the walls, turn and jump to him grabbing him in the process. “Who's your daddy? I'm your daddy! Who's—” he lands a punch, “your—” another punch, “daddy!—” and another.

“It's now or never.” you successfully did your rescue trick and soon find Five with Ben, and head straight with him, running to Allison, seeing Klaus in the air, wrapped around tentacles, Diego throwing knives at the cube, and Vanya with paintings. You would have helped them, but at the moment, Allison was in a vulnerable position. Five jumps in, takes Allison and you sped the dude to a pillar, grabbing anything to tie him and tied him to it.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Five said. “Hey, short stack. What's up?” the black haired woman greeted. “Allison, you go ahead and help the others. We got this.” you said. “What are you two? Their mascots?” you scoff. “Aha, no. I'm not. More of just an extra addition, thanks for thinking so highly of me, though!” you sarcastically said, smiling your condescending smile. Five jumps behind her and lands a hard punch on her face. “Depends on who you're talking to. I'm more of their ringer.”

You quickly notice her get up, shoot her gross mouth liquid, and ran Five out of the way, and then proceeded to speed around her, making her dizzy. “None of that, alright? That's gross and not needed on Five's gorgeous face.” you warned. “What in the actual fuc-”

Not even five minutes later, you all were running down to halls to the exits. But Five doesn't leave until he gets the briefcase, to no avail. Only finding a few of the so called sparrows, on to Vanya. As soon as Vanya went all Vanya-bomb, Five soacial jumped away to you. Before you could leave, you held the finger to the black haired liquid lady. “Asshole!”

You all find your way to a few benches, sat down and started to talk. Everyone spoke with each other, but you were silent, head on Five's shoulder. Again you paid no attention to the conversation. Atleast not until Five said something. “Okay, the next person to say dickhead is getting a punch to the throat.”

All of them, even you, knew he wouldn't. So to mess with him, you all said 'dickhead' and just laughed as Five kissed your temple, slightly smiling even if he was worried on what's going on with this version of 2019.