sporadically-writing · 2 years ago
Conversation
Diego: You fuckers don't know about my knife stick. It's a knife taped to a stick and it's the ultimate weapon.
Ripley, not looking up from her gadgets: Spear.
Diego: BLOCKED.
The rest of the Brellas: *wheezing in the background*
46 notes · View notes
fiveapocalypse · 2 years ago
Text
You can send asks about Rumi btw (pls send asks about Rumi)
3 notes · View notes
moonchild-things · 2 years ago
Text
Chapter Two: Guess Who’s Back
Tumblr media
Summary: Born on October 1, 1989, Number Eight grew up with a strange power much like the other 43 children. After being adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, Jemma grows up with six other siblings with peculiar powers just like her and lived a not so happy childhood. Now in 2019, Reginald is found dead, the once missing Number Five reappears after 17 years, and, oh yeah, the world is ending.  
Word Count: 7757
Blog Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
---
17 YEARS AGO
PEOPLE STOOD AROUND THE BLOCKED OFF ENTRANCE to the Capital West Bank. Police vehicles, news vans, and cameras littered the outside of the bank in organized chaos. "In five, four, three, two This is Jim Hellerman," a reporter started as he stood in front of a camera. "Reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."
As the large group of onlookers waited anxiously to see some sort of sign from inside the bank, it was chaos inside. There was a large number of hostages inside and nobody was certain what would happen to them if the robbers didn't get what they demanded.
"Hey, get them behind the counter!" The man who seemed like the leader of the group of robbers shouted out the order to the others as he held a large phone. He pulled the phone to himself and spoke to the police who were on the other side of the line. "Now you've put me in a position where I gotta do something I don't want to do. Hmm?" He hung up on the phone and shouted in frustration, "Shit!" A young African-American girl in a school uniform skipped up towards the man. What was quite strange was that she was also wearing a domino mask on her face. The robber's eyebrows furrowed when he saw the girl and he scowled. "Hey, get back with the others."
She turned to him with a mischievous smile, "I heard a rumor."
"What?" His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at the young girl in annoyance. "What did you say?"
Allison leaned in closer to him as he leaned down to hear her better. She placed her hand over her mouth as if she was telling him a secret and spoke to him right in his ear. "I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot." The robber lost the scowl on his face as he became dazed and his eyes became hazy. He lost all coherent thought as Allison's words were the only thing he could hear. He turned to another one of his masked buddies and raised his gun.
"Hey, dude." the other robber said as he noticed his partner pointed his gun at him. "What the hell?" With the dazed look still on his face, the man who had his gun raised pulled the trigger and allowed himself to just as Allison said.
Outside, people cringed and ducted at the sound of the shots. Police officers grew anxious at the sound and were nervous about getting inside. "We just heard shots from inside the bank." The same Channel 2 News reporter, Jim, said after the shots. "It's uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that."
"Up there!" Someone shouted as they pointed towards the roof of the bank. Everyone stared at the figure that scurried across the top of the bank.
"There's some movement on the roof." Jim reported, "possibly law enforcement."
Luther came crashing down through the glass roof and landed right on top of another robber. Using his super strength he bashed the robber's head into the counter before throwing him across the room. The robber screamed as he was thrown from the bank and out of the window like a baseball.
Everyone outside jumped at the appearance of the robber and turned to the now unconscious man on the ground in shock. "Looks like one of the armed robbers has been thrown from the bank." How that could have happened, they weren't sure. However, something strange was most certainly happening inside the bank
"Guns are for sissies," Diego shouted as he came running into the room with his two long silver daggers held in his hand. "Real men throw knives." He threw the dagger in the direction of the leader of the band of robbers only for them to curve mid-air and impale another goon.
A small blonde girl came walking into the room as a robber tried to hold back the hostages. She turned towards the man who held up his AK in her direction and stopped a few feet in front of him. "Can you let those people go, mister." Her voice was soft and sweet like honey as her lips were pulled back in a wide smile.
The robber sneered at her as he knew that this little girl would be just like those other kids. "Get back, girl! Before I kill you!" The hostages with duct tape on their mouths and wrists all cowered at his shouts.
The young girl tilted her head and allowed her long hair to sway slightly. "That wasn't nice." The robber didn't care whether it was nice or not. He also didn't care about whether it was morally right to shoot a little girl who appeared to pose no threat. However, these robbers most certainly didn't know all too much about morals. He pulled the trigger of his gun to shoot the small girl only to find that she had moved out of the way with killer speed. The girl tutted and shook her head as the wind whipped around her and caused her hair to sway wildly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to shoot people?"
The robber shouted in frustration and pulled the trigger again only for the blonde to move at lightning speeds to avoid the bullets. With a speed that could only be dreamed of, the young girl ripped the gun from the man's hands and whacked him across the face with it before he even knew what was happening. He fell to the ground with a thud as he was now unconscious.
She cringed at the sight of the criminal on the ground who would have a nasty bruise on his face from her hit. "Sorry, mister robber." The hostages then watched the girl as she turned to them with a wide smile. In only a few seconds flat, each and every one of them had the duct tape binding their wrists and covering their mouths ripped off of them. The girl yelped happily as she threw down the wad of duct tape onto the ground. "You guys are okay now!"
Jim turned to the camera and addressed the audience to the news show once again. "I've been in many hostage situations, like this," he told the camera, "and it can escalate very quickly."
The ringleader climbed the counter in the middle of the room with his gun pointed at the kids in front of him, fearfully. The hostages watched the strange sight. It wasn't every day that you see an adult man with a gun frightened of a group of children. "Get back, you freaks."
"Hey, be careful up there, buddy," Diego called out mockingly as the man backed away from them on the counter.
"Get back now!"
Allison joined in on the taunting, "wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Suddenly, a boy popped out of nowhere and sitting right behind the man which startled him completely. "Or what?" He then disappeared once again when the man turned to shoot him. He shot multiple shots in the place where the boy once was in frustration. These kids were complete freaks! He looked around the room to see if he could find the teleporting boy only to hear a sound behind him once again. He spun around to find the school uniform-clad boy with his arms crossed. Thinking that he finally had the boy, the robber raised his gun to shoot the kid right in the chest. However, he only found out that he now held a stapler in his hand instead of his gun. The boy laughed, "that's one badass stapler!" Then he used the stapler in the man's hand to hit the robber over the head which created a large, bloody cut and the man to fall off the counter unconscious.
"Although there's been no activity for a few minutes, we're gonna stay live on location to make sure we don't miss anything in this hostage situation at the Capital West Bank."
Ben shifted from foot to foot as he looked at the other children around him in uncertainty. "Do we really have to do this?"
"Come on, Ben." Luther sighed out, "there's more guys in the vault."
Jemma appeared at his side in a blur as the wind whipped the group at her arrival. She flashed the boy a soft smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Ben. It'll be over soon."
Ben stared at her for a moment and sighed heavily. Her smile held such promise and reassurance that he was filled with the obligation to do his part. "I didn't sign up for this." He opened the glass door and entered the vault.
Screams from the hostages who were let go filled the air as they all ran out of the bank in a panic. How could they not panic after what they've just seen? "Now we see the hostages. They- They're free." Jim observed, "they're scared, clearly, but they do seem to be unharmed."
There was also the horrified and pained screams of the other robbers who were inside of the vault. The children all gathered around the door as they waited for the final member of their team to finish up. Jemma cringed at the sight of the blood and bodies being pressed up against the glass as Ben used his power to kill them all. The inhuman sounds and screeches disturbed her slightly as she looked away from the scene.
When the screams died down and the roars of the beasts under Ben's skin diminished, the door then opened to reveal the boy. He was covered head to toe in blood as he shakily exited the room. He sighed heavily and took in a deep breath. "Can we go home now?"
Jemma's small nose crinkled up in slight disgust at the sight of her best friend covered in blood. In only a few seconds with the wind whipping around the room, Ben was cleaned up of the blood to the best of Jemma's ability. Ben sighed out in relief after being somewhat cleaned up. He flashed the blonde a small, thankful smile, "thanks, Jem."
She returned it and brushed off her slightly red hands as she grabbed his hand with a heartwarming smile and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "No problem, Ben!"
"People are coming out now," Jim said as the seven uniform wearing children exited the bank and came to stand in a line in front of it. Jim's voice was drenched in confusion at the sight. "It's not the armed robbers. These are young schoolchildren in uniforms with masks on."
"Lower your weapon!" A police officer demanded even though the children obviously had no signs of weapons on them.
"Jim Hellerman, Channel 2 News." He said as he and the cameraman tried to get a closer look at the group in front of the bank.
There were an array of questions that were shouted at the children who only continued o stand tall and proud due to their accomplishment. One asked, "how did you get in the bank?"
"What happened inside?" Another shouted.
Across the way on a tall building, Sir Reginald Hargreeves watched the scene unfold through a telescope. He was quite satisfied with the end result of the debut for the Academy. He knew that this was the start of promising things for the team.
Next to him, a girl with brown hair also watched them. She turned to her father, "why can't I go play with the others?"
"We've been through this before, Number Seven." Reginald gruffly said as he turned to the girl. "I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."
Vanya bowed her head in disappointment, "oh."
"Our world is changing," Reginald declared as now he stood in front of the group of children. Cameras flashed and took pictures of the proud and peculiar children behind him as he spoke. "Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."
Questions were shot at him quickly left and right from all of the reporters there. "Mr. Hargreeves! Mr. Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?"
Reginald looked indifferent at the question as he stood to the side of the children. "They were suitably compensated."
Another woman spoke up with another important question, "are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"
"Of course." He firmly said, "as I am for the fate of the world."
---
"Listen up, old man." Klaus said as he paced in front of the bar in the living room. The ashes of his father sat on the bar itself as he spoke to it. He was trying(and failing) to use his powers to communicate with Reginald as Luther had wanted. "You know, if I was murdered, and if one of my sons- adopted sons happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don't know," he laughed out. "I don't know, manifesting!" He shouted out and throwing his hands up while he started to grow slightly frustrated. "Do the whole big angry ghost lecture. Tell everyone who done it, and find eternal peace."
Jemma watched the scene with a raised eyebrow as for once she wasn't sipping on a glass of alcohol. Even though she really wanted to have something to numb her mind, Klaus had forbidden it for the time being. However, thanks to her fast metabolism, her body easily burned through the alcohol and became sober quite quickly. She could guess that was one upside to her superspeed. Though if she wanted to stay drunk, it meant that she would have to constantly be drinking the liquid to keep her mind hazy.
"Eternal peace is probably overrated." She told him from her seat at the bar next to the urn of their father's ashes.
Klaus snapped his fingers at her words as he seemingly agreed with her. Klaus just about glowered at the picture of the old man and sighed. "Come on now, Reggie. Any time now. Please." Jemma found quite a lot of entertainment from watching Klaus try to use his powers. An amused smile was plastered on her face. "Just need to sober up! Clear thoughts." He hit himself on the face a few times as if that was what would sober him up. "Come on! Come on, chop-chop!" He shouted while clapping his hands impatiently. Jemma snickered as he grew even more frustrated, "you always were a stubborn bastard!" He pointed all around the room as if their father was there somewhere. He sighed and shook his head at the fact that he was getting nowhere with his powers. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink."
"I'll take one too if you don't mind," Jemma smiled sweetly only to pout when Klaus shook his head sternly. Well, as sternly as you could get when you were completely high. She stuck out her lip, "But Klaus!"
"Nope. None for you, sister!" He then reached over the counter to get what he needed to make a drink only to accidentally knock over the earn. Reginald's ashes went everywhere across the bar. Klaus gasped before laughing, "Oh! Oh."
Jemma shook her head as she moved away from the bar. "Good going, Klaus. If dad wasn't pissed already, he certainly is now."
Klaus shook his head as he disregarded the ashes and started to get a glass for his drink. He waved his hand over his shoulder in her direction and asked a rhetorical question, "when was he not pissed?"
The blonde puckered her lips as she thought about that for a second, "I guess you're right." She then sighed, "anyway, since you won't let me have a drink," she glared at him for that. He merely raised his hands in surrender before continuing to pour himself a drink. "I'm going to my room."
Her brother nodded his head as he flashed her a tight-lipped smile. "Alright, and don't try sneaking out to get a drink, young lady!" Klaus did his best to imitate a father scolding his child.
Jemma rolled her eyes with a cheeky smirk, "like you would even know if I've left or not." With that said, the blonde disappeared in a blur and a gust of wind which left Klaus alone with his thoughts.
He shook his head at her words. He didn't like the fact that she drank herself stupid every day. He didn't like how she tried to drown herself to death in alcohol. If Jemma wasn't a speedster and didn't have a fast metabolism, he was certain that she would have died of alcohol poisoning years ago. Though he supposed that's how she and the others felt about him and his drug usage.
---
All of the Hargreeves children tried to make themselves comfortable in the house. Luther and Allison went to their bedrooms and started to go through all of their things. Allison looked at an old magazine with herself on the cover and even found the heart-shaped locket that she had had ever since she was a kid. 'A+L' was engraved on it.
Luther rummaged through his old stuff in his room also. He looked through the array of records that he had and the books that he used to read. His room was left the same ever since he left for his mission on the moon.
Also in her old bedroom, Jemma plopped herself down on the green duvet of the small bed. Multiple posters of boy bands from when she was a kid were plastered on the walls along with pictures of her family from years ago. One particular picture frame caught her eye. It rested on her desk face down. She walked over to her desk and picked up the picture and what stared back at her caused her stomach to turn slightly. It was of herself when she was about sixteen. She had a bright smile as always and her eyes were alight with happiness. She was encased in a pair of arms that belonged to her best friend, Ben. She shook her head at the sight and put the picture frame down again. Though this time she kept it upright instead of it being face down. She stared at it a moment longer before turned to lay down on her bed facing away from the picture. It was obviously too painful to look at.
Klaus shuffled into the basement kitchen with his father's urn in his hands. He placed the ash-filled container on the table before rummaging through his coat pockets. He found a small baggie with a few pills inside of it. These were the drugs that he had bought with the money he got from selling that box. He poured them out into his hand, "three?" He sighed at the amount, "okay!" He threw back his head and swallowed the pills before hopping onto the table and laying down on it.
Diego plopped himself down on the couch in the living room and laid down with a soft sigh. He pulled out a small dagger from a sheath on his person and started to play with it. The thoughts of his family's dynamic running through his mind bitterly. How Luther could just insinuate any of them for killing their father is baffling! Yes, Diego hated Reginald and has no problem saying that out loud. However, he wouldn't have gone as far as to kill the old bastard. None of them would have gone as far as to commit murder!
In the foyer, Vanya sat on the grand stairs alone. She felt completely out of place in the home. Her family didn't seem to want her there and she couldn't completely commend them for their thoughts on her. She did basically reveal all of the deep, dark secrets of their family to the public. She can understand their hatred for her.
Luther bent down to the various records that he owned and pulled out one in particular. He pulled it out of its case and set it into the record player. The rhythmic beats of Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now" echoed through the house. Everyone could hear it from Allison who was right next door to Luther to Klaus in the basement.
"Children Behave," Jemma shook her head at the song and continued to lay down on her bed. Though she couldn't deny that she felt like dancing slightly, just a little bit. The song just reminded her too much of her childhood. At least, it reminded her of the good parts of her childhood. "That's what they say when we're together!"
Everyone else had the same feeling. All of the superpowered adults started to dance around the rooms that they were in. Klaus had started to use Reginald's urn as a dance partner while Allison danced with a fluffy pink boa on her bed. Diego hopped around the living room after closing the door to the room so no one would see him. Vanya also started to dance as well, though it appeared slightly awkward and stiff. Eventually, the music got to Jemma who started to dance around her room. She could forget about everything for a moment and let the old pop song encase her in some sort of momentary joy.
Though the moment of bliss didn't last for long. Jemma squeaked when thunder boomed from outside. A blue hue poured through the windows as she took a look outside to see a large portal like thing in the courtyard. Her eyes widened before she sped out of the room and outside. For a moment, she was glad that Klaus had stopped her from getting drunk. However, she was certain that she would need a drink after witnessing whatever the anomaly was.
In the basement, Klaus jumped at the sound. "Oh!" He gasped and caught his father's urn before it could clatter to the ground as it slid across the table like it was being pulled by an invisible force. "Daddy?" He then jumped out of the way when an assortment of sharp objects, specifically knives, flew through the air and embedded themselves into the wall.
Everyone came running out of the house and into the courtyard to see what the hell was going on. Jemma was already out there and pretty close to the strange thing. They all stared at it and came to stand before it.
"What is it?" Vanya shouted over the loud noise.
Allison shook her head while staring at his and moving to stand next to Luther. "Don't get too close!"
Diego grabbed Jemma's hand and pulled her back as he thought she was too close to it. "Yeah, no shit."
Luther assessed the large portal, "looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two."
"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan," Diego shouted which earned him a smack on the shoulder from Jemma.
Klaus then came running out of the house with a fire extinguisher held in his hands, "Out of the way!"
Everyone stared at him in disbelief. "Klaus-" Jemma started out in concern and confusion. Klaus only tried to use the extinguisher on the portal thinking that it would do something. Though when it proved to do nothing, he just threw it into the portal which caused it to disappear.
"What is that gonna do?" Allison asked in exasperation.
"I don't know." Klaus stated in vexation, "do you have a better idea?"
The wind and thunder then started to pick up as lightning seemed to strike the ground around them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Luther shouted as he pushed Klaus behind him. "Everybody get behind me."
"Yeah," Diego agreed and made sure that Jemma was behind him. In turn, Jemma made sure that Vanya was close by to her and behind their brothers. "Get behind us."
"I vote for running, c'mon!" Klaus tugged on Jemma's arm to hopefully get her out of there only for her to stay planted on her feet. She was far too enraptured with whatever the large blue portal was. A figure then appeared on the other side of it and seemingly was trying to push its way through. A body then flew out of the strange portal and landed on the ground hard. The portal disappeared as quickly as it appeared and left the figure there and everything went back to normal.
Whoever fell out of the anomaly shifted slightly on the ground and slowly sat up. The person, a young boy, wore a grey suit and tie that was obviously too big for him. Everyone stared at the boy with wide eyes as they recognized the unforgettable face of the boy who had been missing for nearly two decades. Klaus was the first one to speak up, "does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?"
Number Five stared at the older versions of his siblings before glancing down at himself. The realization of the situation he was now in dawned on him as he started to curse himself. He may have been able to travel back in time but somehow, he got the equations slightly off. "Shit," that was the first word that the siblings had heard Number Five mutter after seventeen years.
Jemma stared at her little brother for a long moment in shock before sighing deeply, "I definitely need a drink now."
---
The group of seven all sat or stood in the basement kitchen. Six pairs of wide eyes watched the seemingly young boy bustle around the kitchen in search of a snack. "What's the date? The exact date," Five asked as he started to grab a few things around the kitchen.
"The twenty-fourth," Vanya told him through her shock.
Five nodded his head as he started to make himself a well-deserved peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich. That amused Jemma slightly. The fact that even if it had been some time since he had been gone, Five would still jump at the chance to eat his favorite snack. "Of what?"
This time it was Jemma who answered him with wide eyes that she had yet to tear off of him, "March."
He glanced up at her and stared for a short moment before turning back down to his sandwich. "Good."
"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked sternly though Five stayed silent. Everyone glanced at each other as they tried to comprehend what was happening before Luther stood up to tower over little Number Five. "It's been 17 years."
Five scoffed and glared at the large man. "It's been a lot longer than that," he then spacial jumped from in front of Luther to behind him on a stool to grab something off of a shelf. Something that annoyed Luther and the others to no end!
Luther clenched his jaw and muttered under his breath, already annoyed, "I haven't missed that."
"Where'd you go?" Diego asked with his arms crossed.
"The future," Five commented offhandedly like he was answering a question about the weather. "And it's shit, by the way."
"Called it," Klaus couldn't help but put his two cents in with a raise of his hand. Jemma rolled his eyes at his comment and hit him over the head. His side comments weren't necessary at that moment. Finding out what happened to Five was the most important thing that they should be worrying about.
Five only continued to make his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich as he explained everything to them. "I should've listened to the old man." He sighed, "you know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He finally looked up at stared at Klaus who was still wearing Allison's skirt while criss-crossed on top of the table. "Nice dress."
Klaus gasped out in a bashful, playful manner as he twirled the skit slightly, "oh, well, danke!"
Vanya shook her head and tried to stay on task, "wait, how did you get back?"
"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time."
Everyone stared at him as if he had grown another head. No one could understand what the hell he had spewed on about. The group was all smart individuals but none of them were intelligent enough to truly understand all the time travel science that Five had explained to them. Diego shook his head, "that makes no sense."
Five flashed the group a tight-lipped, sarcastic smile, "well, it would if you were smarter." At his insult, Diego jumped out of his chair to lunge at his brother. However, Luther held him back as both of them glowered at him.
"How long were you there?" Luther asked in order to try and sever the uncomfortable and soon-to-be hostile environment. It seemed like even after all this time, Five was still the annoying brat they knew and, reluctantly, missed. Though, at the moment, just about everyone was questioning why they missed the boy.
"Forty-five years," his answer earned him even more wide-eyed stares of disbelief. "Give or take."
Luther, baffled, stumbled over his words, "so what are you saying? That you're 58?"
"No," Five turned up to them with an annoyed scowl. "My consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now thirteen again." The way that he stared at them made it plain to see that he thought they were all idiots. They most certainly couldn't understand what he was trying to explain which frustrated Five quite a bit.
"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya asked him though didn't get an answered.
Jemma shook her head from her seat beside Allison and rubbed her temple. "This is getting so confusing," she sighed out before taking a swig of her alcoholic drink.
Five ignored them as he turned away with his sandwich in hand while an unreadable expression crossed over his young face. "Delores kept saying the equations were off," He shrugged his shoulders before taking a large, satisfying bite out of his sandwich. "Eh. Bet she's laughing now."
All of their eyebrows furrowed at the mention of someone they did not know about at all. "Delores?" Vanya asked.
Five once again ignored her and shrugged his shoulders, indifferently, "hmm." He picked up the discarded newspaper for that day where a stoic picture of his father stared back at him blandly. He read the headline: 'CITY SAYS GOODBYE TO REGINALD HARGREEVES' "Guess I missed the funeral."
Luther's eyes narrowed, "how'd you know about that?"
"What part of the future do you not understand?" Growled Five in annoyance. He stared at the picture for a long moment, "heart failure, huh?"
"Yeah," Diego confirmed only for Luther to grunt out with a disagreeing; "no."
"Hmm." Five hummed before throwing down the newspaper back onto the table. "Nice to see nothing's changed."
The group watched in bewilderment as Five stepped away from the table, "Uh, that's it?" Allison spoke up, "That's all you have to say?"
Five didn't look back at them as he made his way or the exit to do god knows what. "What else is there to say? The circle of life."
The group of six were left without their missing, now found, brother who seemed to not care about Reginald's death at all. It was taking them all a moment to comprehend everything that had just happened in such a short amount of time. "Well…" Luther broke the silence. "That was interesting."
---
After speaking with his siblings, Five instantly ran up to his old bedroom in search of some more suitable clothes. It felt strange to be back in his old childhood home after forty-five years. The last time he had seen the Academy, the building had been reduced to rubble and ash while fire decorated everything. He sighed while opening up his wardrobe to get some new clothes. However, the moment he opened it, he grimaced slightly. He rummaged through the multiple uniforms that were completely identical to each other. He sighed when he knew that there was nothing else to wear. "Ah, shit."
The boy then found himself standing in the living room and gazing at the portrait of himself hanging above the fireplace. Soft footfalls greeted his ears as Vanya entered the room. He glanced over his shoulder and caught a glance at the small woman. "Nice to know Dad didn't forget me." He said as Vanya slowly came to stand next to him. He turned to her and took in a deep breath, "read your book, by the way. Found it in a library that was still standing. I thought it was pretty good, all things considered." Vanya gnawed on her bottom lip as Five nodded his head with pursed lips. "Yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. Sure that went over well."
Vanya gulped as an expression of sadness washed over her pale face. "They hate me." Her voice came out weak and soft.
Five shook his head slowly, "oh, there are worse things that can happen."
"You mean like what happened to Ben?" Vanya couldn't help herself but ask the question.
The mention of their brother, Number Six, caused even more tension to flood the room. "Was it bad?" Five asked stoically. From reading Vanya's book, he knew that Ben had died young. He could tell that his death had fractured the family even more than it had been before. He also could not imagine how painful it was to lose him at that time. In the past, when he first found out about Ben's death, it was saddening to hear. However, he also found out about it right after all of humankind had been wiped off of the Earth. A death of one single person was insignificant to that of the extinction of an entire planet.
The silence that was a response to his question instantly answered his question. Vanya's mind then jumped to Jemma. The blonde was the most heartbroken over Ben's death. It seemed like a part of her also died that day along with Ben. She never truly was the same after his death. Vanya knew that Jemma was the closest to Ben as the same could be said about Ben being close to her. They were attached to the hip basically all their lives. Jemma had been torn apart when he died… Vanya hated that Jemma had fallen into the deep, dark depression that caused her to become a chronic alcoholic.
As if she heard Vanya's thoughts, said blond appeared in the doorway of the living room. Her short hair had been pulled back slightly by a soft green colored headband. Her makeup was fixed and her clothing had been straightened out(no doubt the work of Allison) and a small rosy hue licked from one of her cheekbones to the other and up the bridge of her nose. Jemma appeared to be slightly buzzed but it would soon pass quickly due to her superspeed. She flashed her two siblings a small, kind smile. "I think we're going to start the memorial for dad," she took in a deep breath. "We're going to do it in the courtyard."
"Alright," Vanya said as she looked at Five and gestured them to follow after Jemma who still waited for them at the doorway. "Come on."
Five stared at Jemma for a moment with furrowed eyebrows before nodding his head. The trio then headed towards the courtyard to meet the rest of their family for the memorial to Reginald Hargreeves.
---
Rain poured down from the dark sky. It was completely appropriate for the droplets of rain to pelt the umbrellas in the courtyard. All of the Hargreaves family crowded together right by the spot that Luther talked about earlier. Jemma hugged her midsection to try and keep herself warm. The white cardigan she wore wasn't doing the trick. She stood beside Klaus who carried a small pink umbrella and Five who shared his umbrella with her.
"Did something happen?" Grace asked airily with a smile. It was strange… Their mother seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that their dad had died.
Allison's eyebrows furrowed, "Dad died. Remember?"
"Oh," Grace then frowned at the reminder, "Yes, of course."
They all shared a look in confusion. Jemma spoke up from underneath the black umbrella she was currently sharing with Five. "Is Mom okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine." Diego denied with a sniff, "she just needs to rest. You know, recharge."
They all nodded their head at that, yet they didn't seem too convinced. However, that wasn't all too concerning at the moment. Getting through this memorial to their father was the main focus on their minds. Yet, all of his children's minds were filtered with a variety of different thoughts. There were many in between but at least one thought that they all had in common was 'thank god he's gone'. Well, except for Luther. The boy was ever loyal to his father!
Pogo stepped up holding his own umbrella, "whenever you're ready, dear boy."
Luther nodded his head solemnly and opened up the urn to pour the ashes out of it. In an anticlimactic manner, the dust just fell limp to the ground. Everyone was silent as they either stared or glowered at the pile that was once Reginald Hargreeves. Luther cleared his throat, "probably would have been better with some wind."
"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked and only earned silence in return. It was obvious that either no one wanted to speak because they didn't know what to say or they knew exactly what to say and they weren't exactly pleasant words. Pogo sighed, "very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy."
Diego clenched his jaw as he could no longer stay quiet, "he was a monster. He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."
"Diego," Allison tried to scold him only for him to snap at her in return.
"My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names." The others shared glances with each other at his words that were completely true. "He had Mom do it."
At the mention of her name, Grace perked up with a large smile, "would anyone like something to eat?"
Vanya shook her head, "no, it's okay, Mom."
Grace's smile didn't falter, "oh, okay."
"Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead." Diego shook his head as he walked so he stood into the middle of the small circle. "But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."
Luther growled at the disrespect Diego was spewing out, "you should stop talking now."
The anger had built up between the two was growing even more and was on the verge of snapping. From the glares that they were sending each other, it was only a matter of time before their emotions boiled over and they did something drastic. "You know, you of all people should be on my side here," Diego shouted, "Number One."
"I am warning you."
Diego continued to taunt him, "after everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away."
Luther's body started to shake from anger, "Diego, stop talking."
Diego jabbed his finger into Luther's chest and poked him multiple times, "that's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" And that was the last straw. Luther swung at Diego who quickly ducked underneath his arm.
"Boys," Pogo shouted out, "stop this at once!"
The two only ignored his shout and focused on each other. The two of them had only just started to let out their frustration and anger on each other.
Diego started to taunt Luther with a smirk, "come on, big boy!"
"Stop it!" Vanya shouted out desperately.
"Hit him!" Klaus encouraged the two, "hit him!"
Pogo couldn't watch the scene any longer. So, with a shake of his head, he turned around to head back inside.
Jemma was starting to get annoyed with the childish ways of her brothers. In the past, it was quite a feat to annoy Jemma as she was a very tolerable person. She used to be patient and understanding of everyone! Though she could really only blame her alcoholism for causing her to become intolerable easier than in the past. "Guys come on, just stop!"
The two of them ignored their family’s calls to end their fight and continued to throw punches and dodge others. "Get off me!"
Five heavily sighed out in frustration while watching them, "we don't have time for this." He then spun on his heels and disappeared into the house. That left Jemma to embrace the cold droplets of water that fell onto her skin now that she didn't have an umbrella to protect her.
"Come here, big boy!" Diego taunted. Luther then jumped and aimed a bunch at Diego only for the smaller of the two to jump out of the way. His punch then collided with the statue of Ben which caused it to break loose and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Jemma clenched her eyes shut as her body started to shake slightly. And it wasn't due to the cold, at all.
Allison stared at the scene lamely, "And there goes Ben's statue." Luther watched as she shook her head lightly at him before turning around to head inside.
Diego stared at Luther who was momentarily distracted by Allison's departure and pulled out one of his knives. Vanya's eyes widened when she saw him do that. "Diego, no!" The knife then flew through the air and cleanly cut Luther in his arm. The large man panted out slightly in pain before covering up the wound and rushing to get inside. As they watched their brother dash back inside, Vanya approached Diego. "You never know when to stop, do you?"
Diego glared at her and bent down slightly to her smaller height. "You got enough material for your sequel yet?"
She wouldn't allow his malicious taunts get to her at that moment. She understood how she betrayed the family and was willing to accept that. However, she wouldn't let Diego insinuate at she was only there to get material for her sequel. "He was my father, too." With that, Vanya turned around and walked away.
Diego disregarded her comment and approach his mother who stared off into space with a small smile on her face. "Mom. Let's go inside." He grabbed her arm gently and started to lead her away. "Come on. Okay? Come on."
Only Jemma and Klaus remained outside. The junkie's eyes were trained on the ashes in the ground. He stood up from his spot on the stone bench and lazily trotted over to the remains of his father. "I bet you're loving this. Hmm?" Klaus asked the pile of ash as he crouched down to be level with it. "The team at its best. It's just like old times." Klaus lazily took a drag from his cigarette before sticking it into the pile of ashes that was once his father. He stood up and turned around, "best funeral ever." Klaus exclaimed as he started to walk back towards the door that leads into the house.
He looked back over his shoulder to see Jemma still standing in the rain without any protection from an umbrella. Rain pelted down on her and flattened her hair to her skull. The make-up that was on her face started to run across her flustered cheeks as she continued to stare at the broken statue of her dead best friend.
"God, you'll get a cold out here," He commented as he walked over to her. He used his child-sized, pink umbrella to cover her. "I don't want a repeat of last week." The remembrance of last week where Jemma had gotten ill and still insisted on getting drunk surfaced in his mind. Let's just say that it hadn't turned out well for either of them… Or that bus driver…
Jemma shook her head, "don't worry, I'll only be a minute or so… I just need to be alone."
Klaus was about to interject and tell her to come inside only for his eyes to drift off at an empty space just off to the side of Jemma. For a moment, he was silent, as if he was listening to something(or someone). He then sighed and nodded his head, "fine, fine! But don't come whining to me when you get sick!"
His sister let out a weak giggle at his words. She nodded her head, "I promise I won't get sick and if I do, I'll stay as far away from you as I can."
Satisfied with her answer but still slightly concerned about her thoughts, Klaus nodded his head and skipped towards the door into the house. "See ya, Jem."
Jemma sighed as she rolled her eyes at his behavior. She knew for a fact that Klaus was going to enjoy himself with the drugs that he had bought a few hours ago. Her electric blue eyes surveyed the courtyard and landed on the now empty platform where Ben's statue once was. Her cheeks were soaked. Whether it was from the rain or her own tears, she wasn't sure.
She slowly approached the fallen statue and stared at it long and hard. If she really was crying, no one would have noticed. Well, only two people probably would have. However, one of those people was currently getting as high as a kite while the other was… well dead.
Though it wasn't like she could notice the figure sitting on the empty platform next to her. They stared at her from underneath their black hoodie with eyes filled with sorrow and regret as they watched her cry.
---
Blog Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
shadowbriar · 2 months ago
Text
Five Hargreeves - Back To You
Tumblr media
Pairing : Five Hargreeves x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 2.8k Warning : Angst. Season 4 references. Synopsis : After one too many subway trips, Five's plan of temporal refuge extended as he met someone he refuse to lose. Notes : I refuse to acknowledge what happened in Episode 5 and 6 though I use the gif of said episodes. Don't come at me if you don't agree. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕
Living in a small cottage by the lake has never been in his cards. To settle down and watch the sun sets everyday, hearing the rocking chair creak as he takes a sip of his coffee. This was beyond anything he could ever hoped for, anything he could afford. He knew that this wasn’t the life he’s supposed to lead. Lord, this wasn’t even a life he owns to begin with. But with each second passed in this universe, Five finds it hard to drag himself back to that subway and return to his own timeline.
“Enjoying the scenery, are we?” She whispers as she sits on his lap, clinging her arms around his neck “You know, I could really use the help stuffing that chicken. It is afterall your special request.”
The boy raised an eyebrow, “Shouldn’t I be off of any chores since it is my special request?”
“Just because it’s your birthday, doesn’t mean you’re having a vacation, big guy,” She reasoned “We’ve only got two hands and this house is only getting bigger than smaller.”
The boy couldn’t bite his grin when he leaned in to kiss her. His heart swells. She was right. The house feels like it’s growing along with them. They might not have much, certainly far from the wealth his father possesses, but it was much more than enough. Having her was much more than enough.
“You know that I love you, right?” Five asks as he pulls away, his left hand still cupping her cheek as his thumb caresses her gently.
“I know,” She nods, smiling “But you can’t sweet talk your way out of kitchen duty, Mister.”
Five chuckles, standing from his seat as he carried her in his arms, “Alright, Missy, let’s see what this chicken fuss is all about.”
—-
The muscles on his cheeks were aching but he couldn’t fight the need to grin as wide as he could. He was happy, watching her carry that awful looking cake out of the oven. The icing that supposedly spelled ‘happy birthday’ was crooked, its colour pale compared to the bright fondant covering it. Thank God the candles were their only source of light, otherwise she wouldn’t even bring it out, he reckons.
“It’s ugly, I know,” She says as she lets it rest on the table “But it tastes better than it looks, I promise.”
Five shakes his head, disagreeing with her discouraging comments as he steals a kiss, “It’s perfect.”
“Well, go on and make a wish!”
The boy closes his eyes. His hands holding hers as he whispers his wish: I wish for this to last forever. Her squeals of excitement was music to his ears as he blew the candles. It is indeed the best birthday of his life.
“I’d ask but I know you wouldn’t tell me your wish.”
“Who said I made any wish?”
“You did,” She says as she helps him cut the cake “You make that little frown everytime you say your little prayer, do you know that?”
“I don’t pray, Love.”
“You do. Well, not religiously, but sometimes you do. You say your little prayer, your hopes. You whisper them sometimes, but most times you just close your eyes and do that little frown thing.”
Five raised an eyebrow, “Have you been watching me?”
“I might,” She teases “I mean who wouldn’t watch such a handsome man like you?”
The night continues as the couple finishes their dinner. Fulfilled would be such an understatement for what he feels right now. Everything he ever wanted, everything he ever dreamed of, is served right in that room. He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.
“So can I take a guess about what you wished for?”
“Really, Love?” He asked, putting down his glass of wine.
She shrugs, “We’ve talked about everything else, haven’t we?”
“You know, there’s a belief that if you say your prayers, it won’t happen.”
“Well, you’re not saying what it was, I’m just taking a guess what it’s about.” She argues, still persistent “And what’s so bad with it not happening? Do you really want it that bad?”
“I— Nothing, I just don’t—”
“What is it that you could wish for? What is it that you don’t have?”
“Nothing, I’m not saying that I want anything, I just—”
“Is it your family?”
Five pauses. It was as if he was stupefied. He hadn’t thought about his family in a while. Shameful of him, sure, but after one too many subway trips, he figured that a little rest shouldn’t be so bad. He just had to find a timeline where there weren't that many people shooting at him. Perhaps take a week or two to rest and gather his strength before jumping into another subway.
It just had to be her. The girl he bumped into right after he got out of the station. He remembers vividly the concerned look on her face when she saw him. He was littered with bruises, dirt and dust covering his body. He looked more like trouble than a lover yet she still found it in her heart to ask if he needed any help.
And here he was, feeling the happiness in his heart wither as the thought of his family returned to his consciousness. He knew that the universe is cruel, that he couldn’t have the best of both worlds in this lifetime, that he had to choose between his lover or his family. Some nights he wonders if his family had succeeded in preventing another apocalypse without him. Some nights he wonders if his family had found a way to another timeline. Some nights he wonders if his family were still alive. But most nights he tried his best to ignore these wonders. His family must have found a way to stop the apocalypse, or at least escape another one.
Taking a deep breath, Five reaches for her hands. Guilt and regret were evident on her face. He knew that she didn’t mean to sound as cruel. Perhaps it was the wine that made their blood more sensitive or that the fatigue of the day had clouded their minds. Either way he knew that they both would be sorry when the morning came.
“I love you,” He starts gently “I love you more than anything in this and every timeline.”
A tear left her eye. It was painful. To love someone you know doesn’t belong to you. To desperately grasp into the moments you knew would end anytime soon. To selfishly stay in a relationship that was doom from the start. Neither of them deserved this, yet neither of them wanted to let go.
“It’s been six years, Five,” She reasoned “As much as I love you.. We can’t keep living like this.”
“Time works differently there, my love. Six years here might only mean a couple hours there.”
“That doesn’t make it any less wrong for you to stay. Those couple hours might be the most crucial hours for your family. They might be fighting for their lives right now, they might be dying, for all we know! You need to come back to them, Five. You have to.”
Five forces a laugh, “Wait, what are you saying?”
She remained silent. Her tears were falling, biting her lips to conceal her tremble. A bitter feeling is brewing in his stomach now.
“Your family needs you and—”
“Okay, stop,” He stood from his seat with an offended look “Are you breaking up with me? On my birthday?”
She looks away, unable to meet his eyes.
“Goodness, you can’t be serious.”
“What choice do we have, Five? One way or another, you’d have to go back to your family. They need you—”
“And you? You don’t need me anymore?”
Her jaw clenches, “That’s beside the point.”
“No, that is the whole point, actually,” He argues, this time coming close to her “I love you, alright? Why is it so wrong for me to want to be with the person that I love? I’ve lived more than a lifetime alone, why can’t I have someone for once?”
“You don’t belong in this timeline. I—”
“I belong with you,” He cuts in “It’s not the timeline that matters, it’s where you are. I belong with you.”
If there’s anything she loves most about Five other than his gentle and caring nature towards her, it would be how adamant he is once he’s set his mind into something. There’s no doubt in her heart about the genuinity of his words. But as much as she’s grateful and touched over it, she knew that they could only spend so long before the guilt eats them whole.
She lets go of his hands softly, placing them on his cheeks instead. She admires him. The beautiful man that’s now standing in front of her with his heart on his sleeves, announcing his devotion to her on the day when he’s supposed to be the one showered with attention and love. His eyes were glossy, clearly conflicted.
“I love you, Five,” She whispers, gently caressing his skin as if it was their last goodbye “But I can’t keep you here, I can’t. I can’t keep you from your family.”
Five looks defeated, silent.
“Don’t you want to know what happened to them? If they’re okay? If they’ve figured out how to stop the apocalypse? Don’t you want to know?”
“I— I don’t know.” He answers “What I know is that I want to be with you.”
“I’ll always be with you, Love,” She reassures, kissing his cheek “I might not understand how this whole different timelines work, but I know that whichever timeline it is, whatever universe we live in, I will always belong to you. I will always be with you.”
And he finally cries. His tears flowing and wetting her palms. His heart shatters, finally succumbing to the guilt he’s tried so hard to bury and forget. He misses his family, he wanted so badly to get back and pick up where he left off, but would it be worth it? Would leaving everything here be worth it? Would leaving her be worth it?
“We’ll find our way,” She reassures, pulling the broken man into her embrace “You’ll find me in your timeline. Maybe we’ll meet at the grocery store, or at a bar, or perhaps at another train station.”
Five chuckles a little, letting a shaky breath as he asks, “And if we don’t?”
“We will,” She says firmly, giving a little space between them so they could gaze into each other’s face “I’m too much of a troublemaker and you’re too much of a problem solver for us to not meet. It’ll be too hard to ignore each other with our nature, Love. We’re bound to meet each other, in any timeline, in any universe. Trust me.”
The boy forces a smile. He leans in, kissing his lover gently as if she’d burst into petals if he pushed too much. Her hold around his neck feels different. Like she wasn’t looking for support but giving one instead. He could feel her trembling a little as his hands pulled her closer by the waist. Her heart is breaking too, as much as his is, but they knew that it’s inevitable. It’s only a matter of time before time pulls them apart and it certainly would be much more painful then.
“I’ll find you,” He whispers “I promise.”
—-
Canada is certainly much colder than home. Five rubs his hands and blows some air to his palms in hope to gain some warmth, but it’s obvious that the only comfort he’ll find in this weather is to get in Viktor’s bar and ask for some drink. That is, if Diego could start the car and get them going.
“It says here that Viktor’s bar is only five minutes by foot,” Klaus says “Who wants to run to the bar with me?”
“No one is getting out of this car!” Diego says in frustration, irritatedly trying his best to start the engine “We’re going to get to his bar together, in this car. That’s the whole point of a family road trip. We go to the bar by car, not by foot!”
“Yes, but it’s freezing here, Diego! The heater is not even on!” Alison argues.
“Well, it won’t be unless the engine is on.”
“No shit, Luther,” Ben says “I vote to run.”
Lila raises her hand, “Second to run.”
“No! No one is getting out of this car!” Diego yells once more, hitting the steering wheel frustratedly “I just need to—”
And by God’s miracle, the engine turns back on. Though their trip would soon reach its main destination, the bicker done by the family persists. The coldness of Canadian weather and how the heater broke almost twenty kilometres ago has made the seven heads’ temper raise. They really need to get to Viktor’s bar before they start to kill each other.
“I’m out of here,” Five announce as the car gets into the parking space of the bar. He space jumped inside, finding himself on one of the empty stools “Good to see you, Viktor.”
“Five,” VIktor greets, a little startled but his smile grows “You’re here. Where are the others?”
“Still figuring their way out to get here. Can I get whiskey on rocks?”
“On it.”
Five taps on the wooden table as he waits for his drink. His heart was content, as much as it might mean now. Their plan to stop the apocalypse worked. Viktor managed to take the marigold off of Ben before the Cleanse happened and now they’re trying to get back or rebuild their life. For once they finally managed to stop the apocalypse from happening.
Right after they succeeded in preventing the cleanse, Five found himself running to the subway station. He could still feel his feet burning from how fast he tried to get back to the station, wanting to jump in the train and go back to her timeline, but once he got there, the station vanished. There was no trace of it, no matter how many times he tried to run around and look for it. The subway is gone. She is gone.
Perhaps it was the price he has to pay for saving the universe. One’s happiness in exchange for the lives of millions doesn’t seem to be a hard sacrifice to make, but it’s still a tough pill for him to swallow. He knew that she would be proud. That she would hug and kiss him for doing all the hard work in saving the world. But the more he thinks about it, the more it stings for such touch would only be as good as a dream now.
“You ordered whiskey on rocks?” A voice asked, breaking his train of thoughts.
Five’s mouth went agape. He couldn’t tell if he was daydreaming or if this was some sick new power he gained from the marigold, but she was there. Standing right in front of him with a glass of whiskey in her hand.
“Viktor said his brother ordered whiskey on rocks, I assume that’s you?”
“I— Uh, yes,” He stammers, getting off the stool “You’re here.”
Five couldn’t believe his eyes. In his heart he knew that they would meet again, that somehow the universe would let him keep both her and his family, but he never expected that it was true. He never expected that he would meet her again. Not this fast, not this way.
“Sorry?” She asks, raising an eyebrow “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” Five said, shaking his head and taking the glass “Thank you.”
The girl smiles. It was a different smile than what he’s used to seeing. There wasn’t much love in her eyes, but he wasn’t in the position to complain. The girl he’s staring at and his lover might be the same person but she’s yet to know him here. She’s yet to know that he’s hers. She’s yet to know that he loves her. She’s yet to know that he belongs to her.
“Sorry, but have we met before?” She asks, still staring back at him “You look very familiar.”
“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” He lied, offering his hand “I’m Five. Five Hargreeves. Viktor’s brother.”
She took his hand, telling him her name, “I didn’t know Viktor had a baby brother.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not really his baby brother. It’s— It’s complicated.” Five could feel his cheeks burning like a little boy, bashful “It’s a long story.”
“You mind telling me about it?” She asks, leaning on the table “I’ve got time. I love hearing stories.”
“I know you do,” He says with a big smile “Well, where do I start..”
974 notes · View notes
badkitty3000 · 9 months ago
Text
MY MASTER LIST OF NUMBER FIVE FANFICTION
I write exclusively Number Five Hargreeves fanfiction. If you have any requests for one shots featuring Five x reader-insert or my original characters, please let me know! Use the Ask Me Anything button for requests but please read my rules first. I may not be able to accommodate all requests, however. Thank you for understanding! ❤️
The only "rules" I have are as follows ( no judgement to anyone, I just have my preferences):
Five will be aged up to at least 17 or 18 (body wise) or older
Five is an old man underneath it all, so no teenage romances or crushes
No rape/non-con, but dub-con is ok
No ABO, hardcore BDSM, Yandere
I will not be writing any Five/Lila ships, sorry!
*Updated October 2024*
POSTED ON TUMBLR:
You Can't Go Home Again: Chapters 1 and 2
Chapters 3 and 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Five-centric Season 3 Rewrite, Multi-chapter, Finished, 29k words
Summary: All Five wants to do is rest. But when yet another apocalypse threatens to doom them all, he doesn't have that luxury. This time, the only solution for the Hargreeves to try and save the world is to unite Five with another, alternate version of himself.
Five starts to spiral when he is faced with the alternate life that he could have had, if only he hadn't gone and ruined everything. But maybe, just maybe, there's still time for him to obtain the happy ending he deserves.
Warnings: None
Forced Confinement: Friends To Enemies To Lovers
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 5.7k words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: You and Five used to be friends. That is, until he got you stuck in the endless cycle of time traveling trains and no way home. Now he is the last person you want to be stuck with at the end of the world. But, after months of resentment and bickering, you and Five finally work out your differences
Warnings: Smut, sex, masturbation
One Fateful Day
Five x Single Mom Reader-Insert, 5,000 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Five finds friendship and a blossoming romance where he least expected it
Warnings: None
Don't Stand So Close To Me
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.
Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult
World's Collide
Multiple Fives x Multiple Female OCs/Readers, 6,976 words, one-shot, co-authored with @kaybreezy3000
Summary: A steaming hot and humorous deli Five story, and An Ode To All The Fives We’ve Loved Before.
Warnings: Smut, explicit sex
You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird
A platonic!Five x Lila sort of fix it for season four, 2607 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Five comforts Lila with a mixture of his usual snark, sweetness, and honesty when she has a major breakdown after being away from her family for so long. NO smut! NO romance! Purely friendship. I do not ship these two!
Warnings: None
Five's Audition Tape
Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot
Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.
Warnings: Smut, closet sex
A Company Man
Five, The Handler, 2,415 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: A short one-shot about Five and The Handler when he first got to the commission and how she is the master of manipulation and messing with his mind.
Warnings: None
Breaking The Rules
Five x Plus Size Reader, 8,159 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: You and Five work at the Commission and you're shocked to learn that maybe he doesn't always have a thing for thin girls. He likes you just the way you are.
Warnings: Smut, slight Daddy kink
Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now
Five x Unnamed Female Character, Five x Dolores, 6,078 words, one-shot, reader request (but also already on AO3 with a couple small changes)
Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.
Warnings: Smut, Doll fetishization, Five is not in a good place mentally
Tamed
Five x Unnamed Female Character, 8,141 words, reader request, one-shot
Summary: Five is living his retirement dream, but he's still in his 20-year old body, and he's bored with his unexciting life. All that changes after a chance meeting with an "older" woman that thinks she's going to teach him a few things in the bedroom. But she soon realizes that he already knows what he's doing. And just like everything else Number Five does, he does it very very well.
Warnings: Smut, Edging, Physical age difference (older woman, younger man), everyone is an adult
Coercion
Five x Female Reader, 5,202 words, reader request, one-shot
Summary: You and Five are working as trained assassins and you're not exactly happy with him
Warnings: Smut, Sub Five, oral sex, light bondage, light dom/sub
Daddy's Home
Five x Female Reader, 3,273 words, one-shot
Summary: Taken from a longer fic of mine and turned into a reader-insert. Five wants you naked and waiting for him when he gets home.
Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink
The Contest
Five x Female OC, 5,751 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Five and Vivian find themselves under the influence of an aphrodisiac. So, naturally, they turn it into a sexy competition.
Warnings: Explicit sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk
Your Touch
Five x Female OC, 3318 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Cute, fluffy drabbles of Five and his wife and their everyday life of being madly in love. No smut!
Warnings: Swearing
Five Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons
Just a list of random smutty headcanons that I have for Five
Warnings: smut
In Sickness And In Health
Five x Female OC, 4437 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Thank you for the request!! Here's a funny/sweet/smutty one-shot of Five taking care of his sick wife like the sexy softy he is. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: explicit sex, Daddy kink
No Escape
Five x Female OC, 8045 words, one-shot, reader request
Summary: Five is forced into assassin mode when Vivian is put in danger by another Commission agent. He must not be very smart, though, because no one in their right mind would dare lay a hand on Five's girl.
Warnings: blood, violence, smut at the end but can be skipped and won't affect the story
Room For One More
Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Five x Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7192 words, one-shot
Summary: Five and Klaus head out to the bar to celebrate their birthday. When they catch the eye of the attractive bartender, she decides to give them a very special birthday present. The only catch is they have to share.
Warnings: M/M/F, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration
Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee -Chapters 1-6
Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee-Chapters 7-9
Five x Female Reader, Klaus x Female Reader, 50,497 words, 9 chapters
Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.
Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink
Physical Fitness
Five x Female Reader, 2800 words, one-shot
Summary: Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again
Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink
Lewd Public Acts
Five x Female OC, 7,412 words, one-shot
Summary: Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.
Warnings: Explicit sex
Addicted
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot
Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.
Warnings: Sex, little bit of blood kink
Weak
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,891 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted, from Five's POV.
Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries to hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.
Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex
Strength
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,427 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted and Weak
Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.
Warnings: Sex
The Download
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31, 310 words, 5 chapters
Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.
Warnings: Explicit sex, praise kink, rough sex, Five is physically 17, reader is 30
Chapters 1 and 2
Chapters 3, 4, 5
All Of My Works On AO3
Halo (Series)
Five x Female OC multi-part series that follows Five and his eventual wife, Vivian, through many stages of their life together. 5 parts total.
All parts in this series rated E for explicit sex.
Halo
First part in series, 25,460 words, 7 chapters
Summary: What starts as a one-night stand eventually turns into a growing romance. Number Five and Vivian are drawn to one another, despite their initial resistance. However, Five's past makes a relationship difficult and she has some issues of her own. Despite an unhealthy codependency, their lives are intertwined. For better or for worse.
Hole In My Soul
Second part in series, 30,903 words, 11 chapters
Summary: Vivian and Five now have an established relationship and are in love. She melds easily into the Hargreeves family as Five finally discloses their relationship to his siblings. But some disturbing behavior from Five makes Viv re-evaluate her choices. Will their love for one another be enough when life throws them a curve ball and they have some tough decisions to make?
Just Like Heaven
Third part in series, 25,362 words, 8 chapters
Summary: Vivian and Five have been actively trying to start a family, but to no avail. The stress is wearing on them both and it's affecting their once solid relationship. With the last few months left on Five's Commission contract, he is looking forward to putting that part of his life in the past. However, Viv is soon confronted with a harsh truth that puts their relationship in jeopardy.
Promise To Kill
Fourth part in series, 86,881 words, 12 chapters
Summary: Five is married to the love of his life, with a young son, and the retirement life he always dreamed. Everything is perfect. Which should have been Five's first clue that something was going to go wrong. A new discovery involving his child leads to a horrible family tragedy. The Umbrella Academy has to step up to save the day and Five's family.
Our Forever
Fifth and final part in series, 32,175 words, 8 chapters
Summary: Five's never been great with healthy coping skills. Even after all this time. When he is faced with a horrible tragedy and he doesn't know how to cope, he blames himself, as usual. But this time, it seems it can't be fixed. Until a sudden vision from beyond makes him realize that maybe he can after all.
Five/Vivian One-Shot Series
Five x OC collection of one-shots that show little glimpses into Five and Vivian's life over the years, in no particular order or timeline. 11 works in total.
All works in this series rated E or M for explicit sex/smut (except for one - rated G)
Damaged 3,210 words
Extra Credit 6,436 words
Piece de Resistance aka The French Lady Incident 7,999 words
The New Neighbor 7,136 words
Sharp Dressed Man 5,514 words, co-authored by KayBreezy
Coming And Going 5,491 words
Let's Hear It For The Boy 7,508 words
You Are My Constant 19,757 words
Summary: This is technically a one-shot, but it's longer because it depicts Five and Vivian's honeymoon and contains more plot and character development
Lewd Public Acts 7,412 words (posted on Tumblr)
When Number Five Steps Out, He's Gonna Do You In 8,730 words, co-authored by KayBreezy
Take Me To Church 6,465 words
No Escape 8,045 words (posted on Tumblr)
Your Touch 3,361 words (posted on Tumblr) RATED G
Five's Audition Tape 4,179 words (posted on Tumblr)
Works separate from my series:
The Sexual Awakenings Of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves
Five x Various Female OCs, 40,516 words, 8 chapters
Summary: Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago that Five was a total moron when it came to sex, and women in general. Having spent his most formative years isolated and alone, once he was thrown back into society, his lack of experience was obvious.... And even though he tried not to let it bother him, he quickly realized that it did. It bothered him a lot.
Rated E for explicit sex
Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now
Five x Female OC (unnamed), Five x Dolores, 6,029 words, one-shot
Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.
Rated M for smut/sex
The Assassin's Date
Five x Female OC, 59,057 words, 9 chapters
Summary: After saving the world, Five Hargreeves is working as an independent hitman for hire. When a tough and beautiful woman is witness to one of his crimes, the last thing Five wants to do is kill her. Instead, he makes her a deal. If she goes on one date with him, he'll let her live. When she agrees, he can't help but notice that the date might be fake, but his feelings are real.
Rated E for explicit sex
All Apologies
Five, The Hargreeves Siblings, Five x Dolores, 21,892 words, 4 chapters
Summary: All Five had wanted to do was to keep his family safe, and away from their father. As the young Umbrella Academy pull further away from one another, Five desperately tries to make them see that their only chance at a happy life is to get out from under Reginald's rule. His methods of convincing, however, lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and typical Hargreeves drama. Years later, when Five is alone with only Dolores to talk to, he finds himself thinking back on all of his mistakes.
Rated T for teen (language, mentions of masturbation)
The Download
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31,310 words, 5 chapters (also posted on Tumblr)
Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.
Rated E for explicit sex
The Text Mess
Five, Klaus, 5,576, one-shot, co-authored by KayBreezy
Summary: With no apocalypse looming, and Reginald gone, left with their powers but not much else, the Hargreeves were finally getting to figure out life on their own terms. Number Five was doing what he always did. He was surviving and doing his best to move on from his traumatic past, though the success of that endeavor was evident in the day-to-day reality of his new self-inflicted dark and lonely existence. And then along came Klaus...
Rated T for teen (sexual references, clothed dick pics)
Full Circle
Five x Female OC, 96,272 words, 14 chapters
Summary: Even without an apocalypse to head off, Five has lived a hard life. Physical and emotional abuse from his father, along with devastating heartbreak; this is all he knows throughout his teenage years. As an adult, he becomes a Mafia Hitman. And not a Hitman with a heart of gold. After years of childhood trauma, Five is willing to kill, no questions asked, for the crime family he works for. When the one person in his life that ever meant anything to him shows up ten years later, he's willing to love and be loved again. But everything comes at a price.
Rated E for explicit sex, threats of rape, violence, child abuse
It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves
Five x Female OC, 22,594 words, 5 chapters
Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.
Rated E for explicit sex
Addicted
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)
Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.
Rated M for smut/sex
Weak
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.901 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)
Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.
Rated E for explicit sex
Strength
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.917 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)
Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.
Rated M for smut/sex
Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee
Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 50,4979 words, 9 chapters
Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.
Rated E for explicit sex
Room For One More
Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7,204 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)
Summary: Five and Klaus head out to the bar to celebrate their birthday. When they catch the eye of the attractive bartender, she decides to give them a very special birthday present. The only catch is they have to share.
Rated E for explicit sex
Tamed
Five x Female OC (unnamed), basically a reader-insert, 8,183 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)
Summary: Five is living his retirement dream, but he's still in his 20-year old body, and he's bored with his unexciting life. All that changes after a chance meeting with an "older" woman that thinks she's going to teach him a few things in the bedroom. But she soon realizes that he already knows what he's doing. And just like everything else Number Five does, he does it very very well.
Rated E for explicit sex
You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird
Five Hargreeves & Lila Pitts (platonic), 2,632 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)
Summary: It's been almost seven years since Five and Lila have been stuck in the subway. When Lila has a sudden realization of how much time has passed away from her family, she suffers a major breakdown. Five comforts her in the only way he knows how: a mixture of sweetness, honesty, and his usual snark and attitude.
Five and Lila will always be the greatest of frenemies and nothing more. You cannot convince me otherwise!
Warnings: None! Zero! No Smut Or Romance!
440 notes · View notes
starboyyspeakss · 4 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Tua text posts : part two‼️
109 notes · View notes
radiumjuice · 4 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
the umbrella academy doodles
a few mischa sneaks
177 notes · View notes
ballerinarina · 2 months ago
Text
LOVE ON SUBWAYS AND TAGETES
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
FIVE HARGREEVES X Fem!OC
Synopsis: On Christmas, Five and Lila manage to return to their timeline after seven years of living together, lost. Izabela notices that something is strange, but it is only when Diego and Five engage in a discussion with confessions that she realizes that she has been betrayed. While everyone heads to the van to prevent the end of the world, Izabela asks for a few minutes alone with Five to settle things, dot the i's and cross the t's; Word Count: 3.2k Tags: spoilers, angst, cheating, fluff, slightly canon divergence (but Lila x Five/end of S4 still happened)
Note: It's been years since I tried to write something (and I never tried to do it in English before), but I hope it worked out! You can listen to the FANFIC PLAYLIST HERE and here you can read about my OC, but it's perfectly enjoyable to read it knowing nothing about her, or imagining youself in her place! I wrote thinking that they both look ± 20 years old. Please enjoy and tell me what you think! ♡
CLICK TO PORTUGUESE VERSION
Something was off, Izabela could tell as soon as her eyes fell on Five. The boy had never been the really outgoing, smiling or affectionate type, but at that moment he didn't even seem present in Diego's living room. His unstable and lost look, the worried wrinkle on his forehead and a tense and insincere return of affection when Izabela welcomed him into the kitchen with a hug put her on alert.
It had always been easy for her to read him, but a hint of confusion seemed to be beeping in her mind now. Keeping her distance and giving him space — at least until he could organize his own thoughts —Izabela was sitting on the arm of the sofa next to her husband, without touching him, just with her senses attentive and worried as she observed him like an enigma.
A tired sigh escapes her mouth as she foresees that Five's anxious restlessness combined with Luther's comments about the apocalypse could only result in nothing good. It was Christmas Day and, from the bottom of her heart, as unlikely as it was, Izabela was wishing that the end-of-the-world problems had magically resolved themselves — or at least been paused, as the previous moments of tranquility seemed to suggest. Not unexpectedly, they were not, so sure enough: as soon as she gets up and heads to the kitchen, mentally using the excuse of taking the Brazilian mayonnaise salad out of the fridge to get away from the depressing subject, she hears Five's stressed voice picking a fight with his brothers.
Escaping the realization of the apocalypse as an existence in her mind (for the fourth time) was her goal as she grabbed the tray and the dishes, trying to distract herself from Diego and Five's argument. With the kitchen right in the next room, the attempt was naive and failed: Izabela could feel the anxiety rising up her spine. She had never seen her husband so hopeless, but not even for a second found this behavior strange among the others. She herself couldn't take it anymore and, good heavens, she hated loud noises, hated missing Christmas, hated her brothers fighting — even though she wasn't much less temperamental than them —, hated not understanding what was happening to Five, and, most of all, hated the end of the world.
She opened and closed the drawers of that house that wasn't hers on impulse, more as an outlet than really interested in finding cutlery to serve the mayonnaise, when she felt her body freeze at the sound of Diego's voice cutting through the air.
“Is something going on between you two?”
Below her, the sought-after steel spoons and forks gleamed, reflecting her pale face and no longer showed interest in any meal.
“Diego…”
“Holy shit!”
In her ears, Five's silence pierces more than any of those sharp knives could. Refusal is the modus operandi that Izabela's mind immediately activates, only retaining strength amidst the shock to slightly shake her head in denial to herself. She thinks she must have misunderstood, sharpens her ears, holds back her despair. But no.
Five and Lila were having an affair.
To Izabela's anguish, Diego and his wife's voices were the last things she wanted to hear, but they were the ones talking, talking, talking amidst the suffocating silence that settled over the house like a funeral, squeezing her chest and leaving her breathless. Five and Lila were together.
Why? Was that why Five was acting strange? How had she not noticed before? When had she lost her husband? At what point had Five stopped being the person she trusted most in the world? In what world had she stopped being the person he trusted most? Why hadn’t he told her himself? Had she done something wrong?
“Yeah. You think I’m gonna buy that bullshit?”
Not even noticing when it began a state of near hyperventilation, Izabela's breathing only catches when Five's voice finally silences her thoughts:
“She’s telling the truth, all right? We got lost. We couldn’t find our way back.”
“We were searching for seven years, Diego…”
A gasp. No. No, no, no — it is horror what gradually fills every cell of Izabela's body, like blood spreading across a carpet.
Seven years. The pieces fit together almost in slow motion in her head, with her mouth half open, wanting to cry, but unable to emit even a single sob. It is towards the open door that her body turns without even needing an order, but it is her own steps that seem to weigh a thousand tons, and it is on the threshold that she stops once again. Leaning on the doorpost, without the courage to step outside and face her husband. Her husband, from whom she had lost seven whole years.
“We were chased, attacked, shot at…”
Each of Lila's words of explanation numbs her from afar as they settle into her diaphragm like stones. As if 45 years without Five hadn't been enough. As if the imminent end of times wasn't enough. It all sets up a scenario so desperate that it turns all sadness into apathetic disgust on her tongue.
Claire’s interruption comes like a ghost that straightens her posture and wipes away the moisture that escaped as it pooled in her eyes. Pursing the lips in bitterness, the information of Ben’s location is an almost physical reminder to Izabela that, whether she likes it or not, she will have to be part of the Umbrella Academy once again, so repressing all this futile conflict is her only option at the moment.
Swallowing the feelings, however, doesn't take away the agony in her heart and, with a shaky sigh trying to regain her composure, she fails to maintain the cool when her eyes meet the back of Five's figure as she enters the room. More than ever, Izabela wants to be practical, to go prevent the end of the world once and for all while stifling any thoughts about this terrifying situation playing with her head, but she knows she would never be able to win any fight like that. In a mirror of her unconscious distress, she exchanges glances with Klaus, the only one on the couch who noticed her in the corner of the room. "I just need a few minutes. Please." he doesn't need words to understand and, with a certain pity, he doesn't hesitate to stand up and encourage the rest of the family towards the van, distracting them with some Klaus-style comment that Izabela honestly can't process.
Feeling her presence as he had for so many years in his past, Five turns around, meeting Izabela's gaze, who mentally catalogues the worst nausea she has ever been condemned to feel when looking at her husband and wondering if she finds a stranger there. The eyes trying not to run over every detail of that face only now notice how much sadder and tired it seems compared to the last time she outlined his features. The silence traps them in a trance in which she finds herself unable to think of anything to say, until she hears the living room door slam, looking away at it and noticing that it was closed. The boy sighs and purses his lips; they were alone.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Is it true? Everything Lila said?” going back to stare at him, the words slip through her mouth, almost like an escape “Did I miss seven years of you?”
“All this time I tried to come back, Izabela…”
A quick shake of her head, Izabela crosses her arms in a tic. What he tries to justify, with such a cautious voice, had never been the question for her.
“I believe you.” pause “And… even if it’s not true, Five. It’s been seven years.”
“Yeah.”
That wasn't the tightness in her chest. She knows Five well, she knows her brother and husband well, and knows how he had spent decades trying to return to his family before. Even if, at any time in these seven years, he had hesitated, Izabela would never have the arrogance to judge his willpower in the face of emptiness. No, her cholera is another. Trying to keep her voice serious, she feels that what she wants is not to fight, that unlike her brother Diego, her anger is not against Five but against everything in essence. She finds herself unable to rid herself of a deep desire to slit her throat, she bites her lip.
“Do you love her?”
“Bela…”
“Please.”
After so many years of the tradition of emotional constipation that has branched out in the family with half-truths and poorly spoken subjects, when Five holds his wife's gaze, he already knows that she would not accept him doing the same thing that Lila did to Diego. Avoiding the subject is the easiest thing to do, but Izabela, so emotional, has also always been the most logical Hargreeves in dealing with emotion, so he knows very well that she, while staring at his green irises so dejected and hesitant, prays for an honest answer.
“I do. I love her a lot, Bela.”
It is no less painful to hear what she already imagined she would hear: the mind seems to be in standby mode, slowly assimilating what so quickly pierced her heart. Trying hard to accept the new reality rationally, the only disturbance on her face is her eyebrows furrowing for just a second, struggling to suppress the urge to cry that rises in her throat, her gaze scanning the wall in the background and then turning back down.
“So you don’t love me anymore?”
Five perceives more of a statement than a question. He opens his mouth to try to answer, but then closes it, his face saddened and his voice not found before himself. It is when she does not hear a response that the so-called new reality hits Izabela, surrounding her in fear, making her look at him with a neutral voice and expression contrasting with her trembling pupils.
“Five… you don’t love me anymore?”
“That’s not fair to you…”
“No… Look.” her voice is dually firm, but by a thread, shivering him “Don't lie, but don't let me die without having that answer.”
If before the tension between the two could be described as funereal, it becomes even more so. The prospect of an imminent death coming out of Izabela's mouth is so strange to Five's ears that it hurts as if he were the one who lost seven years of his wife. Even in the midst of all the daily hopelessness in her life, when finding herself facing the end of times Izabela used to at least pretend to have faith. The lack of such works as a disillusionment for him. Despite having lost his own a few years ago, he only embodies this in himself when he realizes that not even Izabela thinks it is worth believing that she will have another chance to say what was not said.
“I couldn't.” the answer simply comes out of him due to the disturbance of perception “I couldn't stop loving you, even if it were a centenary, Bella. I've never stopped thinking about you, not for a single minute of these seven years.” Five shakes his head, lowering it, scared to finally verbalize anything at all about the subject, especially to the person he was most afraid of doing. He barely feels room to hate how he stutters, lost like just a boy. How he hesitates. “But… when…. when my heart started loving Lila… I had so much fear of coming back to you, precisely because not even for a moment I stopped loving you too.” his cheeks begin to get wet with the tears that throughout his life he has always repressed, but that only ever escaped in the presence of the girl in front of him “Coming back to you meant concretize it, and that's not fair to you, you... you know I'd rather rip my heart out with my own hands than hurt you. But I couldn't help myself…”
His greenish eyes, now so moist, return to Izabela and are surprised to notice what Five identifies as tenderness amidst the restrained and painful crying that accompanied his. Not that his wife wasn't towards him the most tender human being he had ever had the fortune to live with, but precisely because he had failed her so much, he knew he deserved her anger. What he receives, however, is the anguish in his chest intensifying when Izabela approaches and puts her forehead to his, cupping Five's cheeks in her hands and sighing a lament:
“Please. Tell me you still wanna stay with me.”
Silence, he gasps in agony.
“I don’t mind, Five.” Izabela feels as if she is short of breath, so much she longs for confirmation of her request. Any attempted neutrality was lost when the words of the husband, who's always so strong, made it clear how exhausted he seemed in the face of his own feelings. Five had been her weak point for as long as she could remember, and, knowing every comma of what once shaped his pain, being able to see it now makes her desperate, above all and any problem. “I lost seven years of you, Five, I… I almost lost you forever… Please. Maybe the world will end today, but if it doesn’t… Stay with me.
It shouldn’t be Izabela the one asking for anything in this scenario. But if Five still loves her — and, God, she can see that he does —, she finds herself willing to fight the feeling of humiliation tingling in every part of her body. More than anyone, she knows how much the boy believes in his core that he doesn’t deserve any mercy or love as payment for his countless past sins. Izabela sees his affliction before her and, as she has done all her life, she could never give up on her husband like that. He gasps with his brows furrowed, trying to hold back his tears, when a sudden flash illuminates the girl’s mind, that finally sees the edge of the inevitable abyss in which she finds herself.
“Even if… even if you stay with her too… Just… don’t leave me…”
Such insensate words being uttered set up the exact moment when Five breaks, nodding his head in despair and wrapping Izabela's waist in a frightening fragility — which she herself would never have expected to witness in him on a day and in a mood like the one they were experiencing —, marking the beginning of a salty, bereft and hasty kiss, with neither having any idea on who did it.
The bodies of each spouse, once accustomed to kissing for hours on end, this time witnessed an emotional suffocation that soon left them short of breath. Five finds his reason trapped in Izabela's incongruity, who even facing a scenario like the apocalypse and the most logical devastation of what she should feel for him, still thinks and utters such an altruistic and utopian possibility. It is uncomfortable. Hiding his wet face in the girl's shoulder, he hugs her tightly and she immediately clings to him, wrapping her arms around his nape and trying to find in the fingers that intertwine in his locks any physical difference that would mark the years that have passed in him.
“I shouldn't do this to you.”
“No. No. Five.”
“Izabela, it's not fair” he tries to repeat it for the third time, but she interrupts him and repeats herself too:
“And I don’t mind. Damn, Five... You survived. You came back to me. And if loving her kept you alive... That’s… that’s okay with me.” If Izabela is honest with herself, she admits how every word she utters never fails to sound absurd to her. Jealous since she was a child, she deeply hates finding herself in this scenario and, yes, she wants to at least scream in rage. The truth, however, is still intrinsic to every sentence she is saying, no matter how strange it may sound to herself. Faced with this situation, greater than all the rage she feels is the memory of her husband alone for 45 years with the only trace of what he believed to be love coming from deliriums about a broken mannequin — this is what makes her sicker than any unusual situation of infidelity. The realization that Five saw himself once again in front of the horror that has endured his entire life fades any absurdity in the impulsive words she has been speaking, because it is replaced with the relief that at least this time he was not alone. He, in reflex, hugs her tighter, fearing this being a lie. It is with the man she loves most so fragile in her arms that she reaches the certainty that, if in order to survive in the midst of despondment, Five needed to find love — human, real —, her love for him can indeed overcome any other feeling she may feel in the face of it. Izabela pulls away from the hug, connecting her eyes with his and guiding her hand from his hair to his cheek, in a sweet caress accompanied by the melancholy of a weak smile. “When we save the world… Tell me about her. Tell me about you both.” in immediate reaction he frowns, a slight protest as if he assumes that this would only hurt her, but she continues “Five, I love your heart. And this… is part of it now… Let me know. We'll find a way.”
Five hesitates. Izabela is very good to him, always has been. He sees in the affectionate look she gives him the pain his wife is feeling, but he also sees how genuine she is in everything she says. The suffocating dilemma makes him want to die, hating to cause such displeasure to someone he loves so much, but it also makes him wonder if he has gone mad and is just trapped in a dream, so Kafkaesque was the dread he has felt of this moment for the last few years. He kisses her, briefly, leaning in with a sigh and praying in gratitude before joining their foreheads, nodding in agreement, agonized.
“Fuck, I missed you so much…”
“Good to have you back, Five.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Like the misfortune of flowers burning in a fire, Izabela, however, never gets to have Five lying with his head on her lap in a moment of affection, reciting about how much he loved her even from a distance. She also doesn't hear her husband's cautious voice telling her about the dangers that left his life hanging by a thread countless times during those years away, or about the unplanned feelings he experienced. She never had to get used to how their marriage would adapt when he sorted out his pending love with Lila, because such plans never came to fruition, just like the ones to sort out with his brother Diego.
The existence of this love, — of these loves — intertwined by the knots that constituted its universe, was eternally erased in two marigolds that, I like to believe, only survived the rebirth, the wind and the storm due to the hope and lull watered shortly before the end on the vestige of cherish that fought in the hearts of the two lovers.
Five and Izabela Hargreeves.
N/A: What do you think? I'd love to read your opinion!
Tumblr media
79 notes · View notes
ameagrice · 3 months ago
Text
DAYDREAM
CHAPTER ONE | “What The Dormouse Said.”
Tumblr media
It happened at six o’clock, November third. The sun was setting; the air was cool; the hit to the head was harsh, and quick. She thought of how lucky she was that the Handler was in the area. After all, that woman saved her life. Frankie owed her a debt.
And the Handler ensured that Frankie paid it off.
It started as field assignments—poisoning here, hiding there. Anything to keep the timeline together, only the one at first. Later, things changed; suddenly, Frankie was assigned work with the Infinite Switchboard, watching for anomalies in the timeline and defecting them.
Her life, put simply, was boring. Medication for her state, a lifetime of servitude to the Commission, and free pastries on Monday mornings, proceeded by flicking through timelines and noting anything out of the ordinary.
Anything could be an anomaly, which was why, when the radio in the cafe mid-evening croaked out the news of Sir Reginald Hargreeves’s death, Frankie figured it must have been an anomaly, because that man simply wouldn’t just die. Nonetheless, the news reports continued into the night and until morning, floating from paper to screen through the week until eventually, it stopped.
The sun shone for the first time that week on the last day of it, a beautiful Sunday. Dressing, fumbling with her jacket sleeves on the way down the stairs, Frankie Jones made the time to collect her mail. She made the time to sort through it, abandoning the junk and sitting at the bottom step of the porch to address the milky-white envelope, her name stamped across the paper. Fingers slipped under the lip of the note, avoiding a paper cut, pulling out the single, lopsided note inside.
THE OLD MAN IS DEAD. WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE COMING TO HIS FUNERAL THIS SUNDAY. HAVE A GREAT DAY! (It’s at the same address. The stingy bastard refused to move).
— KLAUS.
And so, her life grew interesting.
· ─────── 𖥸 ─────── ·
As it turned out, she arrived far too late.
The foyer of the building she neglected to step foot in for twenty-two years was…empty. From what Frankie remembered of the place, it was just as echoing and cool as it was back then, and just as quiet. Sir Reginald Hargreeves liked his silence and solitude, and inflicted his ideals on the wards residing in his home.
She wandered around and around the seemingly empty home until her eyes found the family in the kitchen. Three men, two women and a young man. Quiet as a dormouse, Frankie waited in the doorway, just until somebody noticed her. First, the tall, muscular man, also known as Luther Hargreeves. Eyes blown and hand raised, shaking, he pointed at her, and the others followed his action to face her. It was like being behind glass in an aquarium.
“Does anyone else see the child in our kitchen?” He blurbed.
The one with dark hair, dressed in black, hummed. “Girl Scout gone lost, maybe?”
“Could be an orphan, looking for the money of Sir Reginald Hargreeves—” the one in the skirt said.
They wouldn’t have remembered her rightly anyway—they had all been too young to recall her, just as she had almost forgotten them. All born on the same day, at the same time, but only one lacked anything real.
“I’m eighteen. And you sent me a letter, Klaus Hargreeves.”
Said man gasped dramatically, inhaling so hard he coughed and spluttered, falling backward off the table. Klaus landed a mess of long limbs on the floor, at the feet of the young man Frankie barely recognised. Klaus’s hands grasped at the table ledge, pulling himself up.
“Little Frances? Shouldn’t you be…bigger?”
“Shouldn’t you be a little more dressed for your dad’s funeral?”
“I’m sorry,” said Allison Hargreeves in an expensive outfit, hair glossy and set. “Why are you, like, twelve? I mean, Five’s explained to us about himself, but…are you a ghost? I mean—”
“She works for the Commission.”
The room grew silent, but the boy did not.
“She travels through time,” he turned his dark eyes to her. Five Hargreeves, the image of sophistication and mess all at once, a twenty-year-old in oversized clothes eating a peanut-butter sandwich. His eyes turned flinty, jaw set. “Isn’t that right, Frances?”
And, well…
She couldn’t say no.
88 notes · View notes
s1xthirty · 2 months ago
Text
EVERYTHING IS FINE! | The Good Place AU with Ben Hargreeves
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Summary : After saving Viktor from ending the world and finally left for the afterlife, Ben found himself in ‘The Good Place’
A/n : it’s still a work in progress!! If some of you have been here long enough, then you know how long i’ve been abandoning this idea, but it’s here!!! I’m still in dilemma whether if i should pair him with an OC or make it X Fem!Reader. Tell me what you think of the story!! I’m up for discussion.
Tumblr media
"Can I ask you a weird favor?"
"Anything."
"Can you hug me as I go?" Ben asked one more favor before leaving. "It's been a long time since—"
Without waiting for Ben to finish his word, Viktor immediately wrapped his arms around Ben. He hadn't been hugged in such a long time, he forgot how nice hugs are.
"Tell Klaus something for me, will you?"
Seventeen years ago Ben Hargreeves died and saw a light, they told him to walk through it but he never did. He wasn't ready. It was too soon, but now—here in his brother’s arms, he is not scared anymore. He finally got to say goodbye and leave for good this time.
The transition to the afterlife didn't feel painful at all, Ben casually opened his eyes as if he had just blinked—except he doesn't recognize the room he's in. The first thing he saw was a clean white wall facing him with a big text that says 'Welcome! Everything is fine.' in green. He finds that somehow very comforting, so he sighed in relief.
As Ben tries to recall his memory of how he got here, a man comes out of the door beside the room. "Ben, come on in."
Ben stood up from the couch he didn't know he was sitting on and entered the beige-colored room. The man gestured his hand for Ben to sit down on the chair in front of his desk.
"Hi, Ben. I'm Michael, how are you today?" The man before him asked.
"I'm great." Ben answered. "Um, I'm sorry, where am i?"
"So, you, Ben Hargreeves, are dead." said Michael. "Your life on Earth has ended, and you are now in the next phase of your existence in the universe."
"Oh," Ben breathed out an unexpected sigh of relief. Hearing his name and death being in the same sentence somehow wasn't a big surprise for him. He knows he's been dead for quite some time now, but this time he actually took a step forward and left the world of the living for good.
"You're in the good place."
87 notes · View notes
jpnriikicore · 2 months ago
Text
── it’s always nice to see you
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
paring digeo hargreeves x fem!reader, word count 1.5k, genre fluff, summary clingy drunk diego visits reader, authors note takes place in season one ( masterlist )
Tumblr media
it’s a cold winter morning. you stirred awake when you heard rustling that sounded like they were coming from outside, so you got up and walked over to your window. you frowned when you saw the one and only diego hargreeves who was clearly drunk stumbling around in your front yard.
you sighed rolling yours eyes, your feet patted as you walked downstairs and making your way to the front door, so you could stand on your porch and lecture him.
you turned on your coffee pot before unlocking your door to lean against your doorway. your arms crossed and your eyebrows raised at his state on your front porch.
"diego."
"yes?"
diego asked, grinning innocently and innocently with his arms behind his back. he had a small blush spread across his face due to him being under the influence of alcohol at the moment, but the blush deepened quite a bit once he saw you. he stared at you with a lovesick gaze but tried to hide it.
diego asked, grinning innocently with his arms behind his back. he had a small blush spread across his face due to him being under the influence of alcohol at the moment, but the blush deepened quite a bit once he saw you. he stared at you with a lovesick gaze, but tried to hide it.
"what are you doing?"
you asked, your feet patting against the hard wood floors as you pour your hot coffee into a mug.
“i was… uhm…”
he trailed off for a moment, trying to think of an excuse for what he was doing at your house at this hour, but unfortunately couldn’t think of any good excuses.
“…iwas just uh, patrolling the area, is all.”
you blowed on your coffee as you walked back over to your screen door. he lied bluntly, making eye contact with you and tilting his head innocently. he was a pretty obvious liar when under the influence.
my free hand reached out to push open the screen door gesturing with my head to come in.
“come in, hargreeves.”
diego raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in your attitude, but shrugged slightly and obliged by your request to come into your home. he walked inside quietly and peered down at you, standing before you and towering over you.
“why did you ask me to come in?”
he inquired curiously, fiddling with his fingers as he continued to peer down at you. he really wanted to take a sip of whatever liquid you were drinking. he hoped it was alcohol.
your teeth bit up on your top lip.
“you and i both know your not here patrolling the area."
“w—what!? i totally am!”
diego lied bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. he refused to admit defeat, even while he was drunk. he huffed quietly and looked away from you, a pout was now present on his face.
“…fine, you got me.”
he admitted defeat begrudgingly, running a hand through his hair as he groaned internally at his defeat. he truly just couldn’t hold his liquor.
“…i just… missed you…”
your shoulders shook as a chuckle escaped from your lips. you sat your mug down as you leaned againist the kitchen counter.
"i can tell."
“…how do you know?”
diego asked curiously, tilting his head innocently and curiously. he was confused on how you figured out that the real reason that he was here was because he missed you, considering you have a… not so happy history with one another. at least… not until a few weeks ago.
"when you get drunk you get clingy and you get these love sick puppy dogs eyes."
that…hit extremely close to home for the drunken diego. his cheeks instantly heated up even more upon hearing that. while sober, he was never clingy. hell, he didn’t even like pda or showing a lot of affection.
…but it was completely different with you.
he cleared his throat and took ahold of the collar of his black long sleeve, tugging at it and pulling it away from his body slightly. that should’ve given him a little more airflow, right?
"c’mon let’s sit."
you spoke pushing diego into the living room onto the couch. this wasn’t your first time taking care of him while he’s drunk.
diego huffed quietly in annoyance when you shoved him into the living room but obliged by your request nonetheless. he made a beeline for the couch, sitting on the couch and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. he peered up at you inquisitively, raising an eyebrow and humming quietly.
”…can i have some of whatever you’re drinking…?”
he inquired, tilting his head a bit innocently. he wanted it, for obvious reasons.
"it’s coffee."
you spoke, kneeling down to take off his shoes.
“…aw mannn…"
diego groaned quietly as he was disappointed that it was not an alcoholic drink. he then looked down at you taking off his shoes and was even more flustered because of it.
“…why are you taking off my shoes?”
he inquired curiously, tilting his head innocently. he was more than sure that he could take off his own shoes, but he let you do it regardless.
"i don’t like shoes on my rug."
diego looked like he was about to protest against what you said but then decided not to since he was not in the mood to start an argument with you. a soft sigh escaped him as he nodded quietly.
“…that’s reasonable.”
he mumbled under his breath quietly, looking away from you. he felt flustered from your close contact and your gentle nature, but he wouldn’t dare to tell you that.
"so, what did you realize this time?"
you asked, walking over to set his shoes at the door before returning to the couch to sit next to him.
diego sighed quietly and ran a hand through his hair. he was silent for a little bit, thinking to himself and trying to articulate all of his internal feelings for you into a sentence.
“…that…”
he paused for a moment before finally taking a deep breath and sighing quietly. he looked away from you, not having the courage to look you in the eyes while confessing this to you.
“…i think I’ve developed a…small crush on you.”
"really?"
“y—yeah…”
diego nodded sheepishly, blushing uncontrollably and fiddling with the sleeves of his long sleeve in a flustered manner. he peered down at his sleeve silently before slowly lifting one of your hands and intertwining it with his as a small way to show his love to you.
“…yes, i have.”
he confirmed quietly, a soft and yet wobbly smile formed on his face as he peered at the intertwined hands.
"i would kiss you, but i think you drunk a little too much tonight."
“awww…”
diego frowned, tilting his head innocently and giving off the best puppy dog eyes he could to try and sway you to give in to him. It usually worked on you, but would it be the case tonight.
“…pleaseee?”
you pressed a kiss on his cheek.
“I will give you a real kiss in the morning…if you’re still here and remember this conversation."
diego was overjoyed that he got the kiss on the cheek, but was clearly displeased with the fact that that was the only form of contact you’d give at this moment.
“can’t I get a kiss right now?”
he inquired, frowning quietly as he peered at you innocently. he could get really clingy and affectionate when he was under the influence, and he really wanted to give you all the love he could.
“ughhh….”
diego grumbled quietly under his breath as he was clearly disappointed with your response. he then wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle hug and resting his chin on your shoulder with a soft sigh.
“…does this satisfy you…?”
he questioned softly, gently rubbing soothing circles on your back as he hugged you close to his chest.
you pressed your lips against his.
diego’s eyes widened a little bit, clearly not expecting you to just randomly kiss him in the middle of hugging him. then again, the two of you have kissed each other randomly, so it’s not that unexpected.
he deepened the kiss, humming quietly and closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. he slowly backed you onto the couch a little bit. It was clear that he really wanted more.
you gasped in the kiss as he backed you onto the couch.
diego deepened the kiss further as he gently placed you down onto the couch. he pinned you against it, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your chests together.
he then gently pulled away from the kiss, panting quietly and resting his forehead against yours. the kiss deepened from an innocent, affectionate one to a passionate and loving one within seconds.
his pupils were blown wide, clearly wanting so much more than a simple kiss.
"it is always nice to see you."
© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024
87 notes · View notes
theseance444 · 3 months ago
Text
Bail or Jail - Open RP starter
((or, Klaus calls for bail. Could be one of his siblings, or could be a wrong number call! Open to anyone 21+))
“You're receiving a call from [T H E C I T Y] Police Department,” a robotic voice announced to the answering machine. After a moment, a beep followed, and the somewhat manic voice of Klaus Hargreeves took over.
“Heeeey, my best sibling! It's me, your favorite brother—! Listen, you know, uh—remember the old dive bar, down the street from Griddy’s? Well, the owner's an asshole, first of all. You can take that to the bank and smoke it. Apparently I was ‘disturbing the peace’ or something—” Klaus seemed to barely pause to breath, in between the lightly slurred rambling. “Swear to God—that little bitch—I was just enjoying my night when the cops showed up! I'm being—I'm being unjustly detained,” he added, raising his voice enough for said cop to hear.
In the distance, another voice could be heard. “Wrap it up, Hargreeves!”
“Listen, you gotta get me outta here. The other guy in here smells like eggs, and you know I'm a shy pooper!” Klaus quickly tried to reason. There was a pause, as the police officer said something in the background. “Alrighty, that's my cue — hey, you're gonna come get me though, right? You wouldn't leave me here, right? I'll love you forever, okay byyyye—!”
The recording cut off with a sharp click! For not the first, and definitely not the last time, Klaus was begging to be bailed out of trouble. All he could hope now was that he'd dialed the right number.
75 notes · View notes
itsangelic1411 · 1 month ago
Text
Tumblr media
They’re ona date !!
59 notes · View notes
anaargent · 2 months ago
Note
Ok but like... Five in Harry Potter PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE i know it's very unlikely but like just imagine him and his siblings in Harry Potter, with reader please 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
You caught my favorite hyperfocuses, I wrote something simple, but I would like to go into more depth in the future.
FIVE HARGREEVES X READER
Tumblr media
You were sitting in the shade of a large willow tree, making the most of the small moment of respite with the Hargreeves siblings. You weren’t sure when or how you had gotten pulled into their mess, but you were more than grateful for it. You smiled, watching Klaus and Ben at the edge of the lake playing with a frog, levitating it back and forth.
“This is disgusting, you idiots.” Allison threw the frog away as she pulled Viktor, who was resting his feet in the icy water, away from the mischievous siblings. “Will we have to put up with this until we grow up?”
“Don’t be so optimistic, we’ll have to live with them until the grave,” Viktor said, smiling, as he hugged his sister, who was whimpering in frustration.
Not far away, Diego and Luther were in the act of interacting with what you charitably called Luego’s fan club, a medium-sized group of girls and a few boys, who seemed enchanted by the Gryffindor bigwigs. They posed and flexed their muscles while their fans sighed in amazement "this is all natural babe, you can squeeze it" Luther said showing his biceps.
It was a funny fact, as much as the grumpy old Reginald Hargreeves was a perfect example of a Slytherin, almost all of his children went to different houses. Viktor and Ben went to Hufflepuff, they were kind souls, usually the first to offer help to their brothers and friends. Diego and Luther went to Gryffindor, the hat barely touched their heads, it was quite obvious to you that the two hotheads went to the house of the impulsive and courageous. Klaus was a stranger, after about ten minutes the hat left him in Ravenclaw, along with you to your great pleasure, there was never a dull moment with someone like Klaus around. Allison had gone to Slytherin, always standing out in the class, the girl was a perfect example of talent and discipline mixed with a rebellious and independent spirit. Finally… "There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere" Five says, pulling you out of your contemplative moment, shoving a chocolate cupcake into your hand and plopping down on the grass next to you "What are you doing here alone? Don't tell me you finally realized I'm the best of them and now you just want to hang out with me" he smirks as he looks at you.
You just laugh, shaking your head "If you were any bigger your ego would fill the common room, you know that, right?" Then you stop for a moment and take in the view. Five was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, just like you, his moss green t-shirt was worn and wet from intense training, his hair was a messy wave of strands slightly damp with sweat, giving him a wild look, which perfectly matched the playful and challenging eyes of its owner.
You sighed and shook your head, not wanting to be caught dissecting every part of Five, he already had a lot of self-confidence.
"Just watching?" Five smiles, leaning closer, his breathing still labored from the tiring workout, the light puffs of air hitting your cheeks.
You contemplate for a moment, pouting as you bite into the cupcake, Five's eyes darting between your eyes and lips, he wasn't good at disguising his intentions, maybe he wasn't even trying to "wanna taste?"
Five looks at you hopefully, his mind racing with the question - what were you trying to insinuate? "I will."
You move closer to him, your shoulders touching under the cool grass, the light wind carrying Five's scent from him and intoxicating you with the mix of moss, parchment, sweat and something that was only his. Then you place the cupcake on your parted lips and quickly stand up laughing and heading over to where Klaus and Ben were still playing with floating things "Forget this loser, come here and levitate worms on Allison" Ben waves with a cute smile at you.
"We're not done here yet, sweetie, I'll see you at the Quidditch game this Saturday," you hear Five shout in the distance, and you fight the blush that rises to your cheeks.
72 notes · View notes
shadowbriar · 3 months ago
Text
Diego Hargreeves - Patches
Tumblr media
Pairing : Diego Hargreeves x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 1.2k Warning : None. Notes : This might be the introduction of a story I'm working on. I cannot guarantee that I'll have the commitment to continue until it's end so don't have too much hope for this. I am open if you have any The Umbrella Academy requests at the moment, so do hit me up! If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕
He got eight of them.
For the longest time in her life, she’s never understood the silly yet cruel joke life cursed upon her. To be able to heal everyone but herself, no matter the wound or injury one might have, she’ll cure it in no time, so long as it wasn’t inflicted on her.
Once, it wasn’t this pathetic nor lonely. She had her brothers and sisters to weather to storm through. There were Pogo and Mum to share cookies and stories with. It’s been years since she felt such comfort and to have to drag her feet back to the house that had turned itself from a warm home into a prison before the last days of her departure is surely weighing on her heart.
“Welcome home, dear.”
Her heart was filled with warmth once the familiar motherly voice greets her. The corners of her lips curved into a big smile as she dropped her bags, running to the dearly missed figure, “Mum.”
It took the bot a couple seconds to return the embrace. No doubt that she’s been lacking a lot of upgrades ever since she left. When the two broke the hug, she stared at the ageless caregiver with fulfilled eyes as it stared back at her with its bright smile, blank and not blinking. This might have been the most home she could feel while she’s here.
“You’re not supposed to come,” another voice echoes from the stairs.
“Diego, that’s not very nice.” Mum scolded lightly “Your sister has returned to us.”
The boy showed a thin smile to the bot, patting her lightly on the shoulder, “I think Pogo was looking for you, Mum.”
With a slight nod, the android excused herself out of the room.
Now if Grace’s presence lightened her heart, the sight of this black suited man certainly plummets it.
“You look awful,” She greets, noticing the scars that litter his face “Surely couldn’t find a better nurse than me now, can you?”
“Please,” Diego snorted “You’re more of a deadweight than a nurse, if ever.”
Ouch.
She lets out an exasperated exhale, folding her hands in front of her chest in defence, “Well, I’m not here for you and I don’t take joy either on coming back to this circus, so if you could just get yourself off that non-existent high horse—”
Before she could finish her words, Diego had already walked away as if she wasn’t there to begin with. His back becomes the abundant evidence that whatever bad blood they had years ago is still staining his skin.
It wasn’t always like this, him and her. In fact, they were the inseparable two growing up. If Luther had Allison, Diego had her. The many times she healed his wounds had led them to grow closer as the years went by. He was the one with the most injury to heal, after all. The most careless in battle out of the eight, never backing down from a close combat. Though he would always come out triumphant, a little cut here and there would be something he never escaped from.
“Don’t mind him, he’s giving us all the sour comments,” Allison said as she linked her arms to her “I’m glad to see you.”
She smiles at her sister, squeezing her hand slightly in reassurance, “As I am to see you.”
—-
“You should really learn how to dodge a punch, Diego,” She says as she runs her thumb through his bruise “One of these days you’re going to go home and I may not be able to heal you.”
“Is that a loss on your part or my part?”
Her eyebrow rose, purposely pressing on his bruise without healing it that he winces a little, “Or maybe I just won’t heal you, that’s definitely a loss on your part.”
“As if you’ll ever do that.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Diego tries his best to bite the grin but it proved to be an even harder task than to back out of a fight. He stares at her fondly, finding the jitters in his stomach to amplify the longer he stares yet it feels impossible for him to break the contact. Perhaps she casts a little of her magic everytime she heals him.
“Don’t stare at me like that.”
“Like what?” He asks.
“Like Klaus stares at a bottle of gin,” She says, now examining his other cuts “Like I stare at Mum’s cookies.”
Diego smiles.
“Like Luther stares at Allison.”
“Would it be so bad if I stare that way?”
The wake from the unintended nap hurts her head. Her bed is much smaller than she last remembered with her feet slightly dangling on the edge and how the pillows have certainly lost their fluffiness. Everything in her room stays the same yet at the same time, everything has changed.
—-
Diego defeatedly threw himself to the sofa. He sighs, his knuckles cracking as he tries to ball his fists. The tidal wave of emotions were beating him black and blue in silence. It feels as if he was swallowed by a giant blackhole with no light nor guidance to get out of.
There was no need for him to be rude to her, he knew that. He didn’t want to do it, but seeing her back in their house, hugging and talking to Grace, hurts. It took him years to try and ignore the ghost of her. She was the one force that would fuel his mornings and ease him to sleep at night. She was the one soul that he would always go to seek refuge. She was the one that he would lay his life on the line for without a second of doubt.
But he had to lose it all after one stupid night.
A night that he would never be able to grow out of, both from the horror and the guilt. Diego shut himself out for days following that terrifying night, locking his doors and skipping meals as he tries to think of all the what-if scenarios.
What if he stayed home that night?
What if he forced her to stay home that night?
What if he saved her before she saved him?
What if?
Mindlessly, he reaches for a knife on his left chest. It was a stranger to the rest of his knives collection. Compared to the polished lightweight knives he tucked in his suit, this one butter knife was rather dull. It would serve no harm to anyone, yet he kept it closest to his heart as if it was his most prized possession.
Diego stared at the knife. His brows knitted, examining the item as if it held the answer to all of his questions. Or perhaps some guidance. Anything to help him keep his sanity and not lose the plot now that she’s back in his life. Was she staying or was she leaving for the night? He wasn’t sure. But even if she is leaving, the hours he’d have to spend with her would suffocate nonetheless.
His thumb traces the engraving on the knife’s handle. A little trace of an infinite loop that had somehow become his stress outlet: the number eight.
352 notes · View notes
badkitty3000 · 5 months ago
Note
Can you write a Five x Vivi fanfic where Vivi is sick with the flu/has a small injury & has to rest & Five just stays home and takes care of her for like a week?? Maybe some smut at the end👀👀
Thank you for the request!! Here's a funny/sweet/smutty one-shot of Five taking care of his sick wife like the sexy softy he is. I hope you enjoy! 😽
If you like reading Five as a caregiver, you may like my other, reader-insert story Love In The Time Of Cholera And Coffee ❤️
In Sickness And In Health
Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink
Five x OC One-shot, Words: 4,437
“What are you doing?”
Five looked his wife over with a frown as he sat at the kitchen table with his morning coffee. She was dressed in her normal work attire, but her hair was matted in the back and the small amount of eye makeup she had tried to apply was already sliding down her face and mixing with sweat that was starting to bead there. Her eyes were watering and her nose and cheeks were red. After coughing so hard it sounded like she was going to lose a lung, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
“Going to work. What does it look like?” Viv answered weakly on her way to get a tissue.
“Jesus, Vivian, you look like total shit. You can’t go to work like that.”
She rolled her eyes and made a noise that resembled a dying elephant as she blew her nose. “I have to go to work, Five. But thanks for the compliment.”
Five put his mug down and leaned back in his chair, an eyebrow raised. “You look like you’re about one sneeze away from passing out cold. You do not need to be going to work like that, and I can guarantee no one there wants your gross germs, either.”
“Well, I appreciate your concern, but I at least have to go in for a little bit. I’m needed.”
With a smile, Five got up and took her hand, gently taking the car keys that were dangling from her fingers.
“Darling, you know I love having you go off every day and earn the big bucks while I enjoy my peaceful days of retirement; I find nothing sexier. But you are absolutely not going to work. You need to stay home and rest.”
“But, I have this report…”
Five shook his head slowly.
“You can’t make me stay home…” Viv started to protest with a glare until she doubled over in a violent coughing fit. When she looked back up at Five, she sighed at his ‘I told you so’ face. She really hated it when he was right. “Fine, I will stay home. Just for today, though.”
 “Good. Now go upstairs, get out of your clothes and back in bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Viv raised her eyebrows. “This better not be some elaborate scheme of yours to try and get laid.”
“Vivie, no offense, but the whole ‘dying of the plague’ look is not really doing it for me. Not to mention, I don’t need an elaborate scheme to get laid.”
Too tired to think of a witty response to that, Viv just huffed and turned around, heading for her bed. She may have hated being sick and having to stay home when there were a million things to do at work, but she cracked a tiny smile on her way up the stairs. Five was such a softy when it came to her and it made her love him even more knowing that he wanted to take care of her.
Once she had kicked off her heels and changed into some sweats and her favorite comfy cat t-shirt, Viv crawled under the covers of their bed, exhausted. Now that she wasn’t focused on getting to work, it became very clear that her entire body ached and she was shivering and sweating at the same time. She had a horrific headache and she couldn’t even breathe out of her nose. She felt like she could have slept for a year.
Viv was about to fall asleep when Five came in. He was carrying a tray with a glass of water, some medicine for her fever, and a mug of hot tea. After he made sure she took the pills and had a few sips of the tea, he helped her get comfortable again.
Five gave her a kiss on her damp forehead. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll make you some soup and bring it up later.”
“Thanks, baby,” she mumbled, already drooling onto her pillow as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up later that afternoon, Viv noticed how long she had been sleeping and was shocked. Then she remembered Five said he was going to make her some soup, which actually sounded pretty good. She got out of bed and started down the stairs to the kitchen, where she heard a lot of rummaging around. When she walked in, Five was busy chopping up vegetables as a big pot of homemade chicken noodle soup simmered on the stove. He turned around, surprised, when he heard her come in.
“What are you doing up? You should be in bed.”
Viv smiled weakly. “I wanted to know what you were up to. Is that my soup?”
Five turned to face her, a knife in one hand, and wearing an apron that said “I’ll Feed All You Fuckers” on the front. “Yes, it is. It’s almost ready, so go back upstairs and I’ll bring you some in a minute.”
Trying not to laugh, partly because her head felt like it might explode and laughing would probably make it worse, she sighed heavily. “I know you have an aversion to canned food, but wouldn’t it be easier just to throw some Campbell’s soup in a bowl? I promise I’m not picky.”
With a deep frown, his dark eyebrows drawing together, Five pointed the knife at her. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. Do you know how many women would kill to have their husbands making them homemade soup?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Well, it’s probably a lot. So, get your ass out of here and back upstairs before I blink you back up there myself.”
Viv held her hands up. “Alright, I’m going. Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Child.”
“Joke’s on you, because that’s a very high compliment!” he called after her as she trudged heavily back up the stairs.
Half an hour later, after Five was satisfied with the tenderness of the carrots and celery, he delivered Viv her soup. She ate as much as she could before feeling dizzy again and needing to lie down. Her muscles hurt and her head was throbbing, but she thanked Five for taking care of her and he left again while she fell back asleep.
Sometime during the night, Vivian woke up alone in their bed. Squinting at the clock on the nightstand, she saw it was after midnight. Five definitely should have come to bed by then. She was feeling feverish again since the medication she had taken earlier had worn off. And she hated being in bed by herself.
“Five?” she called, but her voice was weak and quiet and she knew wherever he was he wouldn’t be able to hear her.
She got up again, swaying on shaking legs, and headed for the stairs. “Five?” she called out again, this time a little louder. She was halfway down the stairs when she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her and black spots started to form in front of her eyes. She gripped the railing with both hands, but she felt her knees start to give out. Just as she was about to tumble down the stairs, Five appeared in a flash of blue and grabbed her around the waist.
“What the hell are you doing?” he barked as he took her full weight in his arms and held her upright.
“I was looking for you,” Viv answered sadly as she clung to his shoulders.
Five sighed. “Dammit, Vivie, you almost killed yourself. Why were you looking for me?”
“Because I don’t like sleeping alone,” she whined again, her eyes half closed. “And I think my fever’s back.”
“You need to stay in bed. I was going to sleep on the couch to give you more space, but if you want me to sleep up there I will. Come on.”
Five helped her back up the stairs and into their bedroom again, helping her into bed. Then he went and got more medicine for her fever and made sure she took it. After she was settled in, he climbed in with her. He wasn’t really excited about being that close to her in her diseased state, but he also couldn’t deny her anything. So, if she wanted him sleeping next to her, he’d oblige. Even if it meant he may contract the Ebola virus, or whatever the hell she had.
Viv snuggled up next to him, her arm thrown across his bare stomach, and quickly fell asleep again. Five laid awake for another hour, not wanting to move in case he disturbed her while listening to her snoring until he finally fell asleep.
The next day, she wasn’t much better, and Five continued to take care of her, despite her frequent attempts at trying to leave the bedroom. Every time Viv would sneak out, Five would stop her, annoyed, and blink her back into bed; even if she did threaten to throw up on him. She tried to bring her laptop to bed to work on some reports for work, but Five took it and hid it away. If she pretended she was getting a book to read, but was really checking her phone for any messages, he would find her and snatch it out of her hand with a stern look.
Five also continued making her comfort foods, like soup, and bread, and mashed potatoes. And while Viv loved all of it, and was thankful he was taking such good care of her, she had to tell him several times that taking an hour to make some buttered noodles because “they weren’t al dente” was insane. But Five just gave her a look that suggested “don’t fuck with me” and stood there with crossed arms while he made sure she ate at least a few bites.
On the third day, Vivian was feeling slightly better and was at least able to sit up in bed, watch some TV, and eat a little more. Sometime in the afternoon, Viv couldn’t sleep anymore, but she wanted Five to lie next to her. Even though he acted like he was doing her a big favor, he secretly loved that his wife wanted him near her. So, Five stretched out next to her in his black sweatpants and plain white t-shirt with his crossword puzzle, while she watched old episodes of 90s TV shows in her faded cat pajamas.
Four days in, and Viv was getting restless. She no longer had a fever, but she still was not feeling completely like her normal self again. The boredom was starting to set in.
“Five…” she whined. “I’m fine. I can go back to work, I swear. I am not dying.”
“Maybe not, but even if you’re feeling better, if you go back to work now you’ll just end up sicker again. Your body needs time to heal.”
Viv cocked her head to the side. “And since when did you become an expert in all things medically related?”
“Since I was raised by a robot mother programmed to recognize every slight decline in my health, and treat it accordingly so that I could perform at peak physical strength.”
“Oh, right, I forgot. You know, not everything has to be a competition as to whose childhood was harder. I once fractured my elbow falling off the monkey bars on the playground and my parents still made me go to gym class the next day.”
Five raised one eyebrow. “I once was two hours deep into training, accidentally fell off a ten-foot tall ledge with a miss-timed blink, and ended up breaking my collarbone, left ankle, and right wrist at the same time. I still had to participate in the next day’s mission.” He gave her a cocky smirk. “Took down two, full-grown men that day. Barely broke a sweat.”
“I find this very hard to believe.”
“Which part? My superhuman tolerance for pain, or my ability to remain a total badass while suffering several broken bones?”
Viv smiled. “I bet you were so cute in your little uniform, beating up bad guys. All feral and foaming at the mouth; like a miniature, teleporting Hulk in knee socks.”
“Make fun all you want. The girls loved it.”
Viv rolled her eyes. “Now I know you’re full of shit.”
“Regardless, you’re staying put. End of story.”
With a coy smile, she took Five’s wrist in her hand and ran a finger inside his palm, batting her eyelashes even though her eyes were still watering and had dark circles under them. “You know I love it when you boss me around.”
He cupped her chin in his other hand. “I know very well that you do, angel. And normally the little act of seduction you’re trying for right now would work, but not today. Get back to bed.”
With a pout and an annoyed sigh, Viv dropped his hand and the subject before stomping back to bed.
Later that day, Five was keeping her company in bed since she claimed she had read everything she wanted to and watched all of the dumb shows she could handle. And since he still wouldn’t let her have her work computer back, she made him hang out with her. Five sat propped up against the headboard while Viv sat between his legs, with her back against his chest and her head against his shoulder. He stroked her hair idly while they talked quietly and she rested. Periodically, he would give her little kisses on her head and she would smile with her eyes closed.
“Are you comfortable, my love? Do you need me to bring you anything?”
She shook her head and smiled up at him. “If someone had told me years ago that Five Hargreeves, the deadly assassin, would be making me homemade soup and babying me while I was sick, I would have laughed in their face.”
He looked down at her, the tug at the corner of his mouth betraying the seriousness he was going for. “Do you see what you have done to me? I’m like a former stray dog that you lured inside with treats and then neutered.”
“If by ‘lured inside with treats’, you mean I fucked the bitch out of you, then yeah I guess so.”
“I’m not a bitch,” he answered sharply.
Viv laughed. “I know you’re not…not anymore. And you are most definitely not neutered. The whole reason I kept you around was for your amazing sexual skill set, so there would be no benefit to getting rid of that function.”
“Amazing, huh?”
She patted his leg. “You may have been a jerk sometimes, but you definitely were, and still are, very good in the sack.”
Five chuckled, resumed running his fingers through her soft hair, and was quiet for a few seconds. That’s when Vivian felt a very prominent and very familiar object rising up from Five’s pants and poking her in the back. Her eyes flew open and she sat straight up, turning to look at him with her mouth agape.
“Five, oh my god! You cannot be serious right now.”
He couldn’t help laughing, even as he tried to defend himself. “I’m sorry! But you’re talking about me fucking you and your ass is pressed into my crotch. I have no control over these things.”
“Wow, that is just…”
“Impressive?”
Viv shook her head. “No, I was going to say bad timing for you. My head still feels like it’s stuffed with cotton and I haven’t showered in over 24 hours, so that is 100% your problem now.”
Five shrugged. “You know I’m very efficient. I can have this taken care of in two minutes. Three, tops.”
“I’m very glad that only applies to your solo missions and not anything where I’m involved.”
He gave her a wink and smile. “You’re welcome,” and then he was gone; disappearing into one of his portals to presumably handle the situation somewhere else.
After another whole day of Vivian being forced to stay in bed and Five insisting it was medically necessary, she was finally feeling like her old self again. Her color had returned and she had her energy back. Five even let her check her work emails. She had to laugh because even though he was irritating and obsessive, he was doing all of it because he loved her so much. And any time she was reminded of that, she loved him that much more in return.
Five was sitting in an armchair in the living room, reading a book, when Viv came in and stood behind him, bending over so that she could give him a kiss on the cheek. Five gave her a smile, but when her hands slid down the inside of his shirt and over his bare chest, he suddenly became much more interested. He let his book fall to the ground.
“Hello, darling,” he said as Viv continued to snake her hands over his pecs. “Feeling better, I see.”
She nodded and kissed the side of his neck. “Thanks to you. You took such good care of me, that I thought it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t return the favor in some way.” She switched sides and gave him another kiss on the neck, making him suck in a sharp breath. “Let me thank you properly, Daddy,” she purred next to his ear as she opened the top few buttons of his shirt.
“And how to you propose to do that, angel?” he teased, even though he could hardly contain himself.
Viv kept one hand on him, running it over his shoulders as she walked around to face him. That’s when Five almost lost his mind. She was wearing a very skimpy pair of black thong panties paired with a sheer black bra that pushed her tits up. The pair of black stilettos she wore accentuated her calves and butt, and once Five could take his eyes off her body, he noticed she had added the red lipstick that he loved. His mouth hung open for a second before he swallowed hard.
“Holy shit…” he breathed out as she sat sideways across his lap, draping an arm over his shoulder and lightly twisting her fingers into his hair in the back. “I don’t think I did that much to deserve this. You look incredible.”
Viv smiled. “This is just part of your thank you present. The rest is getting to decide what to do with it.”
She leaned in and placed a kiss on his exposed collarbone before undoing another button on his shirt. Five closed his eyes and a quiet and rather embarrassing moan crept out. His hand was already rubbing across her smooth thigh and he tilted his head back as she continued to stain his neck and chest with red lip marks.
“What do you want, Daddy?” she whispered seductively in between kisses. “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Anything?” Five managed to croak out as he squeezed her leg. “Fuck…”
His brain was scrambled with roughly eight million ideas running around in his head with that little invitation. He couldn’t think straight, not with her lips traveling over his chest while tugging his shirt out from his pants, unbuttoning it all the way so that she could run her hands down his stomach. When she let out a tiny moan and kissed his mouth, licking lightly at his bottom lip, Five couldn’t stand it anymore. If he was going to get back the use of even one of his brain cells, he needed to be the one in charge again.
With a hand circling her throat lightly, Five pulled back from her kiss. When he had her eyes locked on his, he applied just a little more pressure to her neck.
“On your knees,” he demanded in that tone of voice that drove Viv crazy.
When she immediately slid off his lap and onto the floor between his legs, she looked up at him, blinking innocently and waiting for further instructions. He lovingly fixed a piece of stray hair and tucked it behind her ear. Then he took his thumb and wiped away a smudge of lipstick from the corner of her mouth. He kept his hand on her chin, holding her in place while he talked to her.
“I want you to suck my cock. I want to feel the back of your throat and you better not let up unless I say so. Understand?”
Viv nodded and was already in the process of undoing his pants; a small smile on her face. She looked up at him under dark lashes. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
As soon as her mouth was on him, Five couldn’t help it. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed his hips up, driving his dick deeper into her throat until she was gagging. But she didn’t let up, just like he told her, as she took him in all the way to the base and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Five laid his head back with a loud groan and closed his eyes.
“God damn it, that’s perfect,” he moaned. “Don’t stop.”
After another couple minutes of intensely fucking his wife’s face, Five untangled his hand from her hair and let her up. When she sat back on her knees, her face smeared with the same red lipstick that was now all over his dick, breathing hard and blinking up at him, Five lost what little control he had been clinging to. His carefully mapped out plans that he had crafted inside his head immediately vanished and his caveman instincts took over.
“Up,” he growled, before grabbing her by her arm and pulling her up with him as he stood up. “You are getting fucked.”
Before she had anytime to either respond or process what she was being told, Viv was being dragged through a portal of time and space, ending up in their bedroom. Five immediately wrestled his clothes off while she tried to regain her balance again. Then he abruptly picked her up, holding her under her thighs, and threw her onto the bed. He smirked when she squealed but was on top of her in one second, his mouth already hungrily sucking and biting at her skin.
Viv arched her back as Five ran his tongue over the see-through fabric of her bra, scraping his teeth over her nipples and leaving purple bruises all over her chest. He was frantic in his marking of her body. He wanted to claim her as his and even though he knew she already was, he still wanted to see the proof. As she whined and moaned underneath him, Five continued down her abdomen.
“That’s my good girl; nice and wet for Daddy,” he praised as he shoved his hand between her legs and pushed aside her panties, entering her with two fingers.
She let out a whimper as he immediately removed his fingers again, letting them slide up through her folds and onto her clit before taking them away completely. Without another word, Five grabbed her hips and flipped her over, pushing her upper body down with a hand between her shoulder blades and pulling her ass up and towards him. He gave her a hard smack and she clenched the sheet underneath her in her fists.
“Damn, this body of yours. You were just made to be fucked,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he spanked her again, just as hard.
Not even bothering to remove her thong, Five shoved it aside and slammed his cock into her, penetrating her in one hard thrust until he was deep inside. His fingers dug into the flesh on either side of her hips and he held her tightly against him while he groaned loudly from the feeling. Viv breathed in sharply, and Five paused to make sure she was still ok with everything.
“Are you doing ok, my love?” he asked before continuing to ruin her.
She nodded, lifting her head and glancing over her shoulder with a smile. “Go for it, Daddy. Make it hurt.”
“Fuck, I love you,” Five groaned, right before he pulled back and rammed into her again.
Her body pitched forward with each punishing thrust as Five fucked her fast and hard; her screams and moans getting louder the harder he pushed. A thin sheen of sweat was forming on his chest and face, his hair hanging over his eyes and sticking to his damp forehead. He knew he probably was hurting her a little, he was going at her so intensely, but he trusted her to let him know if it got to be too much. And so far, she just seemed to want more.
The tight, velvety walls that surrounded his rock-hard cock felt like heaven, and with each drive inside of her, the closer he got to his threshold.
“Vivie,” he said in between heaving breaths. “Oh fuck, you feel so good…ah, fuuuck!”
Five let himself go, coming inside of her with one last jerk of his hips against her ass, at the same time that her own intense orgasm ripped through her body, sending shivers and spasms throughout every muscle. Her loud cries and whimpers eventually died down and she let her body relax as Five pulled out.
He gave her a kiss on her shoulder before collapsing next to her on the bed. Viv lay on her stomach and turned her head to look at him, her hair tangled and covering half her face.
“Nice work there, Daddy,” she said with a grin.
Five laughed, even as he continued to try and catch his breath. “Thanks. Not so bad yourself.” He traced a finger lightly over her hip and over the thin string of the thong she was still wearing. “I don’t know where you got these, but holy shit, are you trying to kill me, woman?”
Viv laughed and buried her face in her pillow before looking back at him. “No, I am not trying to kill you. I just thought you might like them.”
Five pulled her to him, kissing her ravaged lips and smoothing down her wild hair. “I really, really fucking like them. I just hope you don’t get sick again from all of that activity. Maybe you overdid yourself.”
She settled in against him and kissed his still-damp chest. “Well, if I do, I know I’m in good hands. You always know how to take care of me, Five, in more ways than one.”
105 notes · View notes