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LIFT ME UP: KLAUS HARGREEVES X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: When everyone else had given up on him you were there, always willing to pick up the pieces and put him back together again, no matter how many times he fell apart.

Warning: Mentions of drug use, mentions of abuse and trauma, mentions of withdrawal. 18+ only, read at your own risk. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

Note: Season 1 & 3 Klaus. Also the relationship between him and the reader is completely platonic.

Flashback

You wiped your hands off on your apron, grabbing the empty cardboard boxes and tin cans, heading out the backdoor toward the dumpster.

"Ouch!" A voice yelped from inside as you threw the trash into the bin.

"Oh my god is someone in there?" You stood on your tippy toes peeking inside.

"Don't mind me just fetching dinner." A man popped his head out.

"Well you don't have to dig through the trash for scraps, come inside and i'll cook you a meal, on the house." You gave him a gentle smile extending your hand for him to take.

His eyes lit up and he gladly accepted it, jumping out of the dumpster with your assistance and dusting off his skirt.

"What's your name?" You looked back at him now getting a good look at his face and attire.

He had a head full of messy brown hair, black eyeliner smudged around his light green eyes and he wore a black leather jacket with no shirt underneath, definitely not an appropriate outfit for the cold rainy weather outside.

"Klaus, yours?" He asked walking over to the island inside the small dinner, plopping down on one of the stools.

"Y/n." You answered as you whisked a bowl of eggs.

"Wanna tell me why you're dumpster diving for food?" You quirked a brow sliding him his plate and a fork.

"Long story dear, wouldn't want to bore you." He waved a hand dismissively, stuffing his mouth with pancakes.

"I've got all day." You shrugged.

He went into detail about his odd family dynamic, his experience with his powers and training growing up and how we dealt with it in his adulthood, using every drug under the sun to quiet the spirits, bouncing in and out of rehab.

“You got a place to sleep tonight?” You asked.

“Not any that i can think of at the moment but i’m sure there’s a nice cardboard box in a dark alley calling my name, though i usually prefer a tent, extra coverage and all you know.” He sighed popping a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Stay with me.” You offered.

“What?” He sat up straight.

“Stay with me, i have a pullout couch in my living room, you can sleep there.” You insisted.

He smiled brightly planting a wet kiss on your cheek.

You had gotten used to him coming and going, that’s just how Klaus was, he could never sit still. Every other week he’d stumbled into your apartment either high out of his mind or suffering from withdrawals, whichever condition he was in you did your best to come to his aid, patching up his bumps and bruises, making sure he was well fed, dressing him in clean clothes to wear before he vanished again.

Dealing with an addict was no walk in the park, it was exhausting, emotionally draining, a roller coaster of emotions actually but you did your best to be patient with him. He had dealt with a lot in his childhood, he still dealt with a lot and you didn’t want to give up on him, you couldn’t. You’d grown to care for him a lot over the past few months and you’d never be able to live with yourself if something happened to him, no matter how stubborn he could be, no matter how reckless the decisions he made were you’d never turn you back on him and you made sure that he knew he always had a home to come back to as long as you were around.

One night the sound of glass shattering made you jolt awake.

You stumbled to the kitchen, still half asleep, eyes adjusting to the bright lights.

Klaus was on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, sobbing and rocking back and forth, attempting to self soothe.

You stepped over the glass shards, crouching down in front of him and pulling him to his feet.

You led him to the couch, laying him down and sitting beside him.

“I’m sorry i- i just wanted something to drink.” He spoke between sobs, resting his head on your lap.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’ll clean up the mess and get you something to drink okay?” You whispered.

He nodded his head, sitting up so you could go to the kitchen.

You quickly discarded the broken glass and grabbed a new cup, pouring him some cold water.

He chugged it, placing the empty cup on the coffee table and snuggling into your side, face buried in your plush stomach.

“Are they loud?” You asked petting his hair.

You knew how unbearable the spirits could be, their shouting overwhelming his senses.

“Yes, always.” He sniffled.

“Try to focus on the sound of my voice. I’ll do my best to help you drown them out.” You grabbed his chin lifting his face, wiping a few stray tears.

You began singing an old lullaby that your grandmother used to sing to you when you were little, it knocked you out cold every single time.

You felt Klaus relax against you, sighing in relief as your voice filled his ears. You were no Beyonce but you helped soothe him nonetheless.

You kissed the top of his head as he drifted off to sleep, draping a blanket over the two of you.

That was the last time you saw him.

Present

Klaus sighed in relief as he stood in front of hotel oblivion, after what felt like years of turmoil in the 60s they were finally back to the future (pun intended), and he couldn’t be happier.

He leaned against the bar, sipping his whisky as his siblings bickered with each other, only half listening.

His mind kept drifting to you, someone he missed most while he was stuck in the 60’s.

All those nights you held him close, cradled him like a newborn baby as he broke down on your couch.

All those times you looked into alternatives to drugs to help him quiet the spirits, suggesting meditation or yoga, something relaxing to help him focus in order to make them go away whenever he pleased, turn them on and off like a light switch.

Whenever he hit rock bottom you didn’t hesitate to pick him up, to catch him when he fell.

He knew he had to find you.

“Hey where are you going? Now’s not the time to be splitting up Klaus!” Allison called after him.

He ignored her, mentally mapping out the way to your apartment.

“Let him be.” Vicktor grabbed her wrist just before she could chase him.

She deflated downing the rest of her drink.

Klaus stood across the street from your apartment building taking deep breaths, he laughed at his own anxiety. Was he really that nervous to face you again?

His eyes drifted to a girl walking down the sidewalk, arms full of grocery bags.

His breath caught in his throat as he studied her facial features.

It was you.

He practically sprinted across the street placing a hand on your shoulder once he reached you.

“AHH I DONT HAVE ANY MONEY.” You shouted dropping a few bags as you whipped around.

“Klaus?” Your eyes widened in surprise.

“In the fle- oh!” The wind was knocked out of him as you smothered him in a hug.

“You’re here, you’re alive.” You held his face in your hands, tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m alive.” He chuckled relaxing in your hold.

He helped you gather up your groceries, taking them upstairs to your apartment.

You insisted that he stay for dinner, chatting and catching up as you prepped the food.

“You started a cult?” You stared at him in disbelief.

“It was the 60s babe, everyone did.” He shrugged.

You snorted tossing the onions into the searing hot pan.

You stirred them around with your spoon, pausing for a moment.

“You look better… healthy. I’m glad.” You turned, smiling softly at him.

“Me too, me too.” He smiled as well.

For a moment he forgot all his worries, forgot about the events of the 60s, forgot about the sparrows, the apocalypse, everything. He was content with watching the world burn as long as he was here, with you, his solace.

A/N - I feel like i’ve been writing so much smut lately and i really wanted a change of pace, i’ve also been planning on expanding my master list and writing for some other fandoms im apart of. I absolutely adore Klaus and i really enjoyed writing this. Since Steve Blackman didn’t give his character the love and support he so desperately needed and deserved i will. This has not been proofread so please excuse any mistakes, i will fix them later. I hope you guys like this! 🌻

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Ultimate Masterlist

Here is where you will find all the stories I've written along with each fandom as a header. If there are any new or old stories they can be found here. The old inventory system I had is dead. This will be the home of all content I've written or created from now on.

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

Leslie Vernon X GN!S/O who’s Jealous of Taylor

🎄🩸 Black Christmas 🩸🎄

Billy Lenz X Short Gothic GN! S/O

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Billy Lenz X GN!S/O - Who Hides Gifts Around The House For Him To Find!

Jess Bradford - Fluffy Dating Headcanons w/ Trans Masc!S/O

🚶The Boy 🚶

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P1

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P2

Dating Brahms Headcanons (Possessive Brahms)

Brahms X GN!Reader - Trying to Leave The House 🔞

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Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

🪱 The Faculty 🪱

Zeke Tyler Dating Headcanons

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Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

🐺 Ginger Snaps 🐺

Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons 👋

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Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

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Poly!Hellboy & Liz Sherman X GN!Reader Headcanons

A Long Hard Day

Nuada X Agent!Reader Headcanons

⛓️ Hellraiser ⛓️

Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

💄Jennifer's Body 💄

Jennifer Check X Male!Reader

🦇🩸Lost Boys 🩸🦇

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1, Chpt. 2

When did Max get Thorn???

David - General Headcanons

David - Fluff Alphabet

Dwayne - Headcanons

Dwayne - Fluff Alphabet

Laddie - Headcanons

Marko - Headcanons

Paul - Headcanons

Descending Angel - part one, part two

♊ Malignant ♊

Gabriel May X GN!S/O - Who Writes Him Gothic Love Poems

🥀⚰️ Mortuary ⚰️🥀

Flowers For a Grave - Paul Andrews X Fem!Reader

❣️My Bloody Valentine ❣️

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Harry Warden W/ Pregnant S/O

🦇🕶️ Near Dark 🕶️🦇

Severen Van Sickle X Pinup!Reader

Severen Van Sickle NSFW Alphabet🔞

👹 Nightbreed 👹

Dr. Decker X POC Plus Size!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader - Darkness Is A Stitch Away

📸 🔪 Scream 🔪 📸

Billy Loomis X Fem!Reader - Comforting her after losing someone close to her

Poly!Ghostface Finding Out Their Girlfriend is Pregnant

🚲 Stranger Things 🚲

Wipe Out

Eddie Munson - Fluff Alphabet

🥩🪝 Texas Chainsaw Massacre 🪝🥩

Christmas dinner with the Sawyer's

🌌 The Thing 🌌

R.J. MacReady NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Assimilation - Palmer X GN!Reader

Palmer - Headcanons

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👽💅 Earth Girls Are Easy 💅👽

Mac - Fluffy Dating Headcanons

🦖 Jurassic Park 🦖

Dating Ian Malcolm Would Include

🌠 Star Wars: The Old Republic 🌠

Two Bounty Hunters Walk Into a Guild Meeting

Superhero

☔ Umbrella Academy ☔

Luther Hargreeves X Fem!Reader - NSFW & Dating Headcanons 🔞

Fantasy

✨ Legend ✨

Wicked Game 🔞

🌊 Legend of Korra 🌊

Korra Dating Kuvira's Sibling Headcanon's

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Would You? | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 3.2k

✦ request — could i possibly have something with five where reader is in love with luther but luther is with sloane (can be a modern au) and five is pissed off that she still likes luther because he likes her and she gives him a chance and falls for him?

✦ warnings — angst, reader is a lonely person, reader has weak superpowers, mommy issues, Five still lives with his siblings, mentions of violence, mentions of food and beverages (alcohol included), fluff.

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You didn't hate her. You were sure it was impossible to do so. Sloane was too bright, too kind in a world that only met her with despair. She was gentle, even with you, even when you knew she could tell you were in love with Luther.

Attending their second wedding was a mistake. You should have known better. In your head, you would take it well after witnessing the first one already, but you had only fooled yourself.

You were happy for them, happy they had found love, but it had been easier to ignore the pain when the world was about to end.

Saving the world should have been worth it, but the knots in your stomach as you watched them dance said otherwise.

"I don't understand what you see in him,” Five said from beside you.

You swirled your glass, looking down at the slowly shrinking ice sphere. "He's handsome, tall, nice, easy to talk to..."

"Oh, yeah? What do you talk about?"

Your eyes traced the wooden bar, perfectly polished yet scratched from wear. "Things."

"I don't see it."

Five always went to the point, you learned as much mere days after meeting him. Twisting your body, you faced him. He looked so different now, just a couple years older than you — his eyes, much like his jawline, were still sharp, hair dark and perfectly combed.

From what you remembered and the family photos you had seen, he was the one whose appearance changed the least with age. Still boyish, yet much taller than one would have thought he would be upon meeting his thirteen-year-old body, he was unbothered by the commotions around him, by the people dancing and laughing. Like they didn’t exist, like only you and Five Hargreeves were in that room.

As unapproachable as he was to strangers, he had that effect on people. You had seen it before, many times, people’s gazes lingered and they tried to give him smiles in the streets, some even tried to make small talk to no avail.

Five lifted his eyebrows, waiting for the answer brewing in your eyes.

You admitted, "Well, he doesn't either."

"Okay," he sighed. "Let's have your pity party."

"Thank you."

Rolling his eyes, he reached over and took the bottle of whisky from behind the counter. The bartender didn’t even blink. Five refilled your glass, ignoring the water pulling at the bottom from the now tiny ice sphere.

You gulped the watered-down liquid in one go, not wanting to ruin the experience of perfectly good whisky for a petty man who looked too proud of his little joke.

Whose sense of humor was more fucked up you would never know. His from finding it amusing, yours from agreeing, perhaps none — perhaps it was the idea itself that amused you, the thought behind his actions that made you feel something other than pitiful jealousy.

The night had been long as it was and you weren’t even halfway through the celebrations. You were way past half the bottle, though.

In the middle of laughs and hushed gossip, Five and you moved to the outdoor area. Your dress would be ruined in the dirt, but so would his suit and he didn’t seem to mind.

Fairy lights hung between and around the trees. You looked up at them as Five guided you to the farthest tree from the entrance. Both of you sat against the bark, Five carried another bottle of whisky whilst you carried your shoes.

The garden looked as pretty as it had earlier, decorated with white flowers that stood out against the sheer amount of green you had only seen at a hillside when you were a child, back when people took more care of the environment.

The flower arrangements were pretty, yes, but the flowers that grew around the garden were gorgeous too.

Five’s eyes were on you. He opened his mouth to say something, but he clamped it shut and shook his head.

“What is it?” you asked.

"I've liked you for so long," he whispered. "But I'm not nice like him, am I?"

You frowned. "You're nice when you want to be. Like right now."

"'m not being nice, just too tired to fight."

You didn’t ask if he was tired of fighting with you or for you. Both would have been understandable, as shocking as the revelation of his feelings for you was.

Categorically, you weren’t each other’s type. Although his type was confusing seeing as the only partner of his you had known about was a mannequin —whom you presumed had been his only partner, to begin with— and yours often ended up being people who didn’t want you.

Heartbreak was a nagging presence in your life, at least in the romantic sense of it. Your relationships rarely lasted, and the ones that did ended so swiftly you didn’t really mourn them.

"Why did you save her?” he asked, taking you out of your thoughts, and bringing you back to the present from where you always ran away.

"What do you mean?"

"Last week. You could have let her die and comfort Luther. Maybe even seduce him."

"I considered it," you confessed, ashamed of your selfishness. "But I felt awful about it, I don't think I could live with myself if I did that."

Five hummed. "You're a better person than me."

"That's not true."

"It is,” he firmly insisted.

"Would you let your brother die just to seduce his partner?"

"It's different."

"Yeah,” you conceded. “But—”

He didn’t let you add anything else, your agreement was enough, even more so when he needed to say, “You’re also different.”

“Five...”

You were so predictable, you found. He had you all figured out, he knew how much you longed for this kind of attention.

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.” It came out as a whisper even though you didn’t intend for it to be one.

He craned his neck to the side, gazing at you with glazed eyes. “Good. I have no reason to lie and humiliate myself.”

“I wouldn’t let you humiliate yourself,” you told him, putting the bottle aside to scoot closer.

Five made a motion to reach over, then retracted his hand. “I know.”

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Your foggy window was cold to the touch and your day boring. You were half a book and four cups of tea deep into a rainout and although you had always liked the rain, you wished it would relent just long enough for you to do the groceries you had put off a couple of days ago.

And yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the window as heavy rain fell.

Rain reminded you of Five and his endless love for it. The pitter-patter mimicked his steps if you listened closely enough.

Closing the book, you decided to text him with the excuse of his beloved rain, jokingly asking if he had drowned in the courtyard already.

Twenty minutes and a few bantering texts later, he was knocking on your door, coffee and pastries in hand. You had never been so jealous of his powers.

He sat on the couch, neck craned towards the window while you looked for another blanket. You handed him the spare blanket, watching as he hesitated to take his eyes off the rain. It was endearing to see Five like that, like a curious child fascinated by nature.

“Do you want a mug for your coffee or…?”

“The paper cup is fine,” he assured you.

You sat next to him, with the rain behind you just outside the window. He fixed his eyes on you. “I take it your day has been boring too?”

“Exhausting. Diego wouldn’t stop complaining about the power being out.”

“Isn’t that boxing match he wanted to watch today?”

Five shrugged. “You pay more attention to the things he says than I do.”

You knew that wasn’t true. Five paid attention to everything; sometimes you thought it was a habit of his, others you assumed he did it just to have something to criticize people for. Either way, he paid attention to everything to a supernatural extent.

“I’m sure he’ll end up watching it at a bar or something.”

He huffed a laugh. “Probably a better experience than watching anything with Luther.”

“He hasn’t moved?” You had assumed he would move now that he was married.

“Nah. He likes his bedroom too much.” Five took a gulp of coffee, watching your reaction. “She doesn’t mind, though.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Sounds uncomfortable.”

“You dodged a bullet.”

“I dodged having you as a roommate,” you went along with his banter.

He rolled his eyes. “I am an amazing roommate.”

“I doubt it.”

“I’m never home!”

“Even worse.”

He shook his head, trying to hide the smile threatening to come out. But you wanted to see it, a relaxed Five was unparalleled.

“I’ve thought about moving,” he said casually. “But I like the big library and the stocked-up kitchen.”

“Like you couldn’t steal some of Reginald’s money and get a place big enough?”

“Eh.” Five shrugged, then shook his head. “It would be the same, wouldn’t it? Living off him.”

“Without all the things that bother you, but yeah.”

“Is that why you moved out of your mother’s?”

You never talked about it, and unlike him, you had never complained about living with your siblings. But your mother was an exhausting woman to live with.

“She’s re-marrying,” you opted for saying. “Only my youngest sibling will stay.”

“I didn’t know she was seeing somebody.”

“He’s in it for the money and she needs someone to drag to events.” You slid down the couch, getting more comfortable as you rested your head on the backrest. “He’s a painter. Divorced, no kids. Perfect for her.”

“Maybe he likes her.”

“Maybe. I doubt it.”

“Why?”

You pursed your lips. Five was expecting some kind of gossip, but you had none to share. “I know her well. We’re similar.”

“So he likes her.”

Shaking your head, you insisted, “Her powers make her insufferable, Five.” And you inherited them.

Luther would always tell you to lay off her, to see things from her perspective as if she hadn’t seen you as a bad omen for years. Maybe you were, that would explain the failed romances and fizzling friendships.

As though sensing you were on the verge of sinking into the sense that you would never amount to much that you undoubtedly got from your father, Five grasped your chin between his index and his thumb, gently nudging your head up. “Look at me.”

Despite yourself, you did look up at him.

“You aren’t your mother.”

“I know,” you said, doing your damnedest to keep your voice leveled. “But it’s hard to find differences sometimes.”

He nodded along and you wondered if he ever felt similar to Reginald too. “But there are,” he said. “Many.”

You stared at him, trying to find something to say, a way to change the topic. Something shined in his eyes and you could have sworn it was brighter than the sun.

He pulled you closer, fully grabbing your face in his hand. You parted your lips, eyes still on him.

Five tilted his head to the left, rolling his lips inward to then wet them with his tongue. Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue and leaned in, feeling his breath on your skin.

To your dismay, Five didn’t take the plunge. And so you closed the gap, not capable of bearing this tension any longer. Five’s lips were warm and a little chapped as he reciprocated, moving his hand to the back of your head.

His free hand reached to grasp your waist, squeezing when you reached up to grab at him too. Five dug his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back so he could deepen the kiss by pushing himself forward.

You let him, hands gripping his shoulders as he fully held you in his arms, kiss searing and heavy. Nipping at his bottom lip, you tasted a hint of chocolate from his favorite dark roast, as bold as his kiss.

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That should have been it. What wrong could a kiss or two do? None, not when Five was good at hiding things from his siblings. But it didn’t stop there, you couldn’t get him out of your head or spend much of your free time away from him.

You had never seen it before, perhaps because you didn’t try, but Five was so easy to talk to and his eyes were so pretty from up close — they looked even prettier when he told you about the books he read in his spare time, like he had known no pain or suffering. You wished that had been the case, you did, you would even if you didn’t feel new emotions blossoming because of his now constant presence at your side.

It felt like you had missed out on many things. Not only was Five funny and clever, but insightful and a good listener; he liked his coffee a particular way, but could eat almost anything you put in front of him and was willing to try different things —in any sense— at any given moment.

Soon you started cooking for two and keeping his favorite wine in the fridge just in case. You got a French press to make him coffee in the afternoon and treasured the expensive tea he brought you from one of his research travels —if you could call zapping to another country traveling—.

Whilst your mother could see glimpses of the future through vague dreams and occasional visions, you only perceived a sense of danger in your premonitions, a heightened anxiety that you waited for every time you were in Five’s presence. It never manifested, only getting your hopes up.

But a bad day was enough to ruin things and you had an awful one a particular Friday. You were tired, in a bad mood after an all-nighter, and didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to call anybody either, not even your favorite sister. You felt awful for having a favorite sister, and even more for wanting to run away from the city and never be found.

Who would want that?

You went home directly from work and pretended your phone didn’t exist, pretended you hadn’t randomly thought about a childhood friend you thought would be with you forever, and pretended you wouldn’t give anything to share something, anything, with somebody who would be okay with not talking about it.

Everything would be okay once you got some sleep, it had to be. If only your brain would allow it. By 2 a.m. you stood in your spotless kitchen, exhausted, hopeful that sleep would surely take you in its embrace now that your feet and arms ached.

After a quick shower, you laid on the bed and turned the TV on just to have something in the background until you fell asleep.

And your luck, your stupid cursed luck, made it so the first thing you saw on your ‘keep watching’ section was a movie you saw with Five a couple days ago. Maybe you couldn’t call, but texting wouldn’t hurt — he didn’t like talking on the phone that much either way, and that way he wouldn’t be able to tell that you had such a fucked up day you were considering visiting your father just because he had a big patio where you could pretend to be a child without a care in the world again.

You decided against it. Although he was probably awake, it was too late to text him out of nowhere.

First thing in the morning, though, after a few hours of intermittent sleep, you picked up your phone to text Five only to find he had beaten you to it.

Your heart skipped a beat upon reading he had asked if you would like to come over and help him paint his room.

There was an eerie feeling on the third floor of the Academy, only aided by the lack of lightning and squeaky floors.

You struggled to balance the food you were carrying as you knocked on Five’s door. The dark stairs had been an odyssey to get through in your half-rested state, and you probably should have bought fewer things, but you were too indecisive and a little too emotional to decide between sweet and savory.

Five pulled the door open, revealing the work —or lack thereof— he had done.

“I thought you had gotten rid of the wallpaper already.”

“I tried.”

“You just scratched it, Five!”

He took the bags from your grasp, opening them to see the contents before softly placing them on his desk. “I don’t know what else to do to take it off,” he admitted. “The fabric softener with hot water didn't work.”

“You should have gotten a bottle or two of remover.”

“I did,” he said, indignant. “It doesn’t work.”

Five sounded frustrated, much like he had the last time the world was about to end, as if that bedroom was the closest thing he had to a treasured belonging.

“Why don’t we go to a hardware store?” you suggested, “someone there has to know what to do.”

He stared at you, silent. You offered your hand, he took it. Instead of leaving the room, whether by walking or zapping, Five tugged on your hand, making you let out a squeal, and brought you into his personal space.

Your eyes found his, already on your lips. You wanted him to kiss you until you were breathless, until your bones became brittle from the force of his lips against yours.

As though he had seen it on your semblance, Five dropped your hand and held your face, palm fully on your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. His lips were warm in contrast to yours, free hand resting at the base of your neck.

You buried your fingers in his short hair and this time you were the one who deepened the kiss. Five smiled against your mouth, trapping your bottom lip between his to then graze it with his teeth.

You let him slip his tongue into your mouth and found yourself softly moaning into his senseless kiss, unsure as to what to do with your hands other than tug at his hair and grab at his shoulder.

“It’s like you’re trying to kill me,” he breathlessly said between kisses.

“Never.”

“No?”

“No-uh.” You kissed him again, hands on his cheeks as you brought him flush to you. “You’re far too interesting to be killed,” you admitted against his now softer lips, a little surprised that he had started to take more care of his skin.

Five pressed his forehead against yours, eyes lidded closed. “If I asked…” He took a deep breath, then fully opened his eyes. “If I asked for something more than occasional kisses and shared silences,” he finally spoke his mind, “would you say yes?”

You nodded, brushing your nose against his.

“Say it,” he whispered. It sounded like a plea.

You found yourself thinking that you would give him the world if he asked. “Yes, Five,” you whispered back. “I would always say yes.”

He hummed. “Now… which hardware store should we go to?”

You laughed against his lips, prompting him to kiss you again.

[anythingbutmar]

That’s my girl

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: As a karate teacher, you never thought your life would get more extraordinary after being a teen champion, but when you find yourself in the 60′s looking for your boyfriend, you realize just how wrong you were.

A/N: Ooff this was hard! So much to fit into a one-shot, i hope I didn’t miss anything! I used a chinese name for the mentor but I don’t know if I misspelled or something, so let me know if I did something wrong!

Warnings: swearing, mental hospital.

October, 1963

“Diego? Five? Anyone?” You yelled on the dark alley, unaware that your boyfriend had been there a few weeks before.

You strolled around the block and found a rude old man who informed you of how bold your clothes were “even for this crazy 60′s” he had exclaimed and you had felt the urge to kick him in the face. Great, thanks Five.

You had no idea what to do next but one thing was certain: you needed to find Diego.

December, 2018

You struggled with the keys as you tried to close the dojo’s door with your gloves on. Winter was at its strongest, which meant you had to wear uncomfortable clothes until you reached home. You hated it, it made you feel a little helpless in case someone attacked you, and just as you were thinking about that scenario, you felt someone coming from behind and you kicked back, right on the crotch area.

“HO-ly shiiiit!” A man exclaimed, and when you turned around you realized it was just the guy who cleaned the gym next door. You two had never talked before, but you sure had seen him walking around. You might have thought he was attractive if not for his way of living, gym’s were no place to live in.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I thought you were going to steal from me.” You apologized, covering your face with your hands.

“I was trying to help you!” He gasped for breath

You nearly laughed. He looked adorable with his eyes closed and his nose red from the cold. “I think I could handle that by myself. What was your name again?”

“Diego.” He pushed, recovering from the pain. “And you must be Miss Huiliang.” He extended his hand and you took it with a smile.

“No, I’m just Y/N, Mister Huiliang was my mentor and my friend.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” He frowned.

“Don’t be, he taught me everything he could. How about I buy you a coffee to make up for that?” You gestured towards his lower area.

“How about I buy you a coffee to make up for scaring you?” He gave you a flirtatious smile and you just laughed, heading for the shop.

November, 1963

“Babe...” You whispered towards the small TV in your living room, which you shared with your roommate, a 76 year old woman with severe arthritis.

“That’s your man? The one you talk about everyday?” She laughed out loud. “Then why don’t you go get him sweets? He’s right there on the loony bin!”

“You know what Ruth? You’re absolutely right, I’ll be back by dinner! Keep an eye on my lasagna!” You exclaimed as you ran to your destination.

Once you got there you realized you had no plan, just a third degree black belt and that would have to do the job.

Thankfully, the guards weren’t expecting a sweet girl with an apron to knock them out with two swift chops right on the carotid artery. Now you just had to avoid other people and find your love, easy, right? You checked the cameras and the sight made you sob; he was sedated out of his mind and they had him on a straitjacket. “Motherfuckers.” You whispered to yourself.

You ran inside and found a few unlucky nurses who were knocked out easily as well. It cost you a few minutes but finally you heard him struggling inside a door and knew exactly what to do. You took a bobby pin from your hair and started picking the lock, when the door finally opened you realized he was doing the exact same thing, which immediately brought you to tears as you hugged him, holding him close in case he would fall.

“Did you punch people to get to me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s my girl.” He praised and you enjoyed that small moment so very much.

That was, until you heard gunshots.

“Come on! I just want one peaceful reunion with my lover!” You cursed the universe before you started running, again.

March, 2019

“Yeah, she’s a twice under 18 champion, no less.” Diego bragged to his brothers with his arm around your shoulders.

“That is pretty cool, how did you end up with a sucker like him then?” Allison asked jokingly.

“I’ve always thought he put me on a love spell with those weird abilities of his.”

“Honey!” He exclaimed in shock.

“What? You thought I just fell for the knives? Oh no baby, that’s just a plus.” You winked at him, making his siblings cringe.

Except for Klaus, of course, who just clapped. “I like this one!”

November, 1963

“I just want you to know that I missed you all very much!” You grunted as you helped lift the weight from Diego’s leg.

“See Diego? You should learn some manners from Y/N.” Answered Luther when you could finally pull him away from the bulldozer.

“Shut up, team zero! Unstoppable!” Diego and Luther awkwardly fist bumped and you smiled at the sight.

Vanya gave you a small nod. “We missed you too.”

“Alright so what’s the deal with Lila? She moves like she’s been doing karate all her life.” You wondered, starting a discussion on her apparent powers.

After hearing voices inside the barn you left the Hargreeves to discuss while you went to actually do something about the newfound information. You stepped in and you saw Lila stepping on Five’s throat.

“Not on my watch, bitch.” You sneaked around until you were right behind her. “Oi! Why don’t you fight someone your size?!” You exclaimed before sending a high kick to her face, which she caught flawlessly, spinning you and throwing you away.

You landed with a loud thud and then everything went black.

April, 2019

“Not this again.” You grunted as you were sucked on a blue void, worsening your headache.

You suddenly were in the entrance of the umbrella academy, together and unharmed. Diego let you down from the bridal position he was carrying you on and embraced you tightly. “You’re alright.”

“I am.” You whispered into the hug. “Now please tell me you didn’t have sex with that mad woman.”

“Don’t worry about that, angel, I’m all yours, always have been and always will be.” He kissed you and you silently promised not to lose him ever again.

[certifiedskywalker]

Rope and Knives - Diego Hargreeves

morganofthecoves1 said: Hi! Would you ever do a Diego Hargreeves x plus size reader??? Something fluffy like the reader meeting the rest of the Hargreeves (Klaus automatically loves the reader). The reader is worried that they will judge her and Diego is very protective. If you're not comfortable with writing a plus size reader, that's ok! Thanks!

It felt as if you couldn’t breathe, like there was a rope that was tightening like an anaconda around your neck. Dread filled you lungs rather than air as the invisible rope closed faster. Any moment you would be gasping for oxygen, flailing about on the ground like a fish out of water. You could only imagine how red your face was and that thought made the tightening worse. Right when your chest began to scream for air, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

“I, nowhere, I just,” you held Diego’s soft gaze, “I never thought I’d be here.”

“Trust me, I didn’t think we would be either,” he sighed. Hurt stabbed at your chest, but you knew Diego didn’t mean what he said; at least not in the way you took. As if suddenly realizing what he said, your boyfriend’s eyes widened and he grabbed your hand. “Not like-m-my family is complicated. I didn’t think you’d have to meet them. I w-wouldn’t-”

You squeezed Diego’s hand and his nervousness ebbed. “I get what you mean.”

“I w-want to show you off,” Diego pressed, “I will, I do, but my family…” Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to Diego’s cheek. He gave you that cool, half-smile he always did; the one where you could see he was thankful but too lost to say so.

“Ready to head inside?” As the question left your lips you could feel the rope move to your stomach and tighten there. You pushed the feeling back in your mind. If Diego was already on edge enough for his stutter to come back, you needed to be strong. 

“I want you to know that-”

“Well, whatta pair! In my opinion, nothing mixes as well with death as romance!” 

You and Diego turned at the sound of the new voice. The sight that greeted you was a strange one. A man, curly brown hair atop his head, dressed in a long fur-lined coat, cropped shirt, and leather pants was striding up to the front door. When he grew closer, you caught a glimpse of his brightly colored sneakers. He looked as if he had been locked in a closet and decided to put on what he could see in the dark. 

“Klaus.”

“Klaus?”

“Diego! Care to introduce to me your wonderful l-”

“This is Y/N.” You lifted your eyes to the man, to Klaus. In his green eyes, there was a glimmer. “Y/N, this is Klaus...my brother…”

“Brother, casanova, life of the party,” Klaus was grinning, “I go by many titles.”

“Number 4, burnout, the disappointment,” Diego continued the list dryly. Klaus shook his head and started up the steps towards you both.

“Hey, we were all disappointments in dear old daddy’s eyes,” Klaus smiled at you then at Diego, and back to you. Suddenly, his expression turned wicked, his grin twisting slightly; enough to make you nervous again. Feeling subconscious, you hunched your shoulders and crossed your arms loosely over your torso. 

Before you could fold in on yourself entirely, you felt a warmth behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder you saw Diego, his arm wrapped gingerly around you and holding you close, protectively. With him so close, your body relaxed involuntarily.

“You could do better,” Klaus said, the edge in his voice still playful. Just as a wave of nausea and hurt hit you, he added, “Y/N, a lot better. Someone with more hobbies, less dangerous hobbies anyway. Have you seen his knife collection?”

Relief bled through your lips as you smiled. “I have. Only part of it though.”

“You know, there was one time when Diego and I were throwing some, and-”

“Klaus.” Diego’s warning tone went unheard as his brother rattled on. You listened intently. Diego never really talked much about his childhood. 

“To be fair, it wasn’t either of our faults. Luther was really stepping on our dic-”

“Inside.” Diego pulled you along with him as he pushed open the door. You let out a laugh as he moved you away from Klaus. Though, the strange man continued retelling the story as he followed you inside. Just as Klaus was describing which finger he nearly lost, he sighed and turned about in the foyer of the Hargreeves’ home. 

Diego wandered into the foyer too, looking up at the stairs and around the room like a child visiting a natural history museum for the first time. You watched him in wonder. What could be going on inside his head? Did he miss this place, his father? From what he told you, he was eager to leave as soon as he could when he was younger. But you knew the allure of finding where you belong and staying there; you had been searching for where you fit in all your life. 

“Nothings changed,” Klaus observed aloud. He took a long breath before turning back to you. “Coffee? Tea? You strike me as a tea person.”

“I’ll take whatever you can find,” you said, not wanting to be rude. Klaus shook his head and started off in the direction of, what you assumed, was the kitchen.

“You struck gold, Diego,” Klaus shouted as he strode away. You smiled to yourself, bashfully. “Gold!”

When you looked back to your boyfriend, he was already looking at you. His brown eyes were dark, nearly misty, and for a moment it looked as if he might cry. Diego’s face was scrunched up, almost in pain. Before you could question his change in attitude, he was moving towards you. There was a heaviness in his steps that alarmed you but you reached out to hold him nonetheless. Diego’s hands gripped at yours and you could hear his shallow breaths. 

“What is it?”

“I…” Diego couldn’t meet your eyes. “I think we should go.”

“Diego, we’ve made it this far.”

“I know but I can’t,” he leaned in close to you, “my siblings aren’t the most...they’re not all as...whatever Klaus is. I don’t w-want you to feel...hurt by them if they say something.”

“Diego, I’ll be fine. We can go if you want, but as long as you’re here, I’ll be fine.”  

Diego smiled softly then, much to your surprise. “I was going to tell you that.”

You reached a hand up and cupped his cheek. His eyes traced over your features and you were wondering if Klaus’ words were echoing in his head. Honestly, you were both lucky to have found each other in this world. You leaned into each other, lips meeting in the middle for a loving kiss. The rope that had tied up your nerves unwound then. 

Instead of stealing your breath or knotting up your stomach, it seemed to loop around you and Diego, holding you together, perfectly in place. 

Then, the doorbell rang. You jumped at the sound and Diego grabbed a hold of you. Meeting his gaze, you could see the slight hint of worry in his eyes. 

“Hey,” you whispered, “I got you and you got me, yeah?” He nodded, kissed you one more time and moved towards the door. 

“I hope you’re ready.”

“You’re the one with the knives,” you quipped back and Diego smiled.

[insufferable-bastardz]

Fanfic recs - Week 11 (august 07)

Alright, in light of recents Netflix release, season two of The Umbrella Academy, and my love for those nerds, this week’s recommendations will mostly be TUA recs.

And also because of my most recent Fanfic Rant, next week will be a plus size special for my fellow thicc girls out there ♥

(if you want to check previous recommendations, here my (sort of) masterpost )

Enjoy!

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Naked - Diego Hargreeves x Reader by @waiting-for-motivation

Summary:  When Luther visits Diego in the boiler room of the gym, he doesn‘t notice one certain person in his brothers bed - a very naked girl.

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Hidden Attraction - Diego Hargreeves x Reader by @ofmythsandmadness

Summary:  It’s all fun and games, until feelings come out and get hurt.

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Of Witches and Ghosts - Ben Hargreeves x Reader by @fandomlit

Summary: Reader been the witch friend of Klaus and Ben for two years without even seeing the ghost himself. Until she decides to change that.

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Unnamed Piece - Platonic!Ben Hargreeves x Reader x Platonic!Klaus Hargreeves (i think) by @mymagicsuitcase

Summary*: Reader has been firends with Klaus and Ben for a while, and even though she cannot see the second boy, she has fun teasing him along Klaus.

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Hotch’s Daughter - Criminal Minds x Reader by @fandomlit

Summary: Hotch finally brings his oldest child in to meet the team, which starts a small rivalry for your affections throughout the day. but little did they know...

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There you have it folks, this is all for now and if you have any suggestions let me know (specially TUA since I binged the whole second season my love for Ben came back)

Hope you all enjoy and please, please, please, please, if you end up reading any of these recommendations and like it as much as I do, give the writer some love, even if is just a like or a reblog.

Sending lots of love to all of you ♥

*(this piece does not have an official summary)

[craccjhead]

Writing Shtuff (Rules, masterlist, who and what I write for, etc..)

Main acc: @milkfromhell

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Requests: Open || CLOSED

Now currently doing:

Some requests still in my draft ;)

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MASTERLISTS

[Tua Masterlist]

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WHO I WRITE FOR

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves (Platonic only!)

Ben Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor

Rose Tyler

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

Fluff, Angst, Oneshots, Imagines, Blurbs, Short series, Headcanons, Drabbles, AUs

Gender neutral readers, trans readers, male readers, female readers, race neutral readers

Platonic xReaders

Sibling xReaders (Especially with the Hargreeves siblings)

Plus size xReaders

Topics like violence, drinking, smoking, etc…

Implied smut

LGBTQ+ Relationships

WHAT I WON’T WRITE

Smut

Miscarriages, rape, non/dub-consent

Incest

Character x Character fics, but the Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale x Crowley), Vissy (Vanya x Sissy), and Klave (Klaus x Dave) is fine! But I can't write TenRose since I can't write their dynamic very well :')

Pregnancy/Parenting shtuff

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PLEASE…

Be patient when you have requested, or are requesting! I’m quite busy nowadays, since online school started

Don’t spam my ask box with the same request!

Have fun with your requests, my ideas are a bit boring :o

Give constructive criticism! I’m still experimenting with my writing style, and I’ve just recently started putting my fics out into the internet, so it’s cool!

Tell me if my fics are offensive, and I’ll take it down!

Thank you!~

[beautifulbows924]

Taking Requests for Umbrella Academy!

First- I just finished the first season of Umbrella Academy! (I'm praying it gets renewed by Neflix, which based on the reviews it should).

Update: It did! I’m happy to take requests for season two events as well. I love this show and I can’t wait for season three.

And now, I'm ready to write fanfics for:

Victor Hargreeves X Reader (The White Violin)

Klaus Hargreeves X Reader (The Séance)

Diego Hargreeves X Reader (The Kraken)

Allison Hargreeves X Reader (The Rumor)

Luther Hargreeves X Reader (Spaceboy)

Ben Hargreaves X Reader (The Horror)

Number 5 X Reader (The Boy)

I'm happy to add the reader in as another member of The Umbrella Academy or anything else your mind can create.

I'm okay with doing specifics for Gender or Size, etc- for example Plus Size Reader or Gender Neutral reader. Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy specifics are good as well.

I write for everyone! So send in your requests, because I'm ready to start writing.

Also reblog this post or comment down below if you'd like to be tagged in all my writings for The Umbrella Academy. Happy reading! - Rose

> Umbrella Academy Masterlist

[plus-size-reader]

Just a Little Hazy

Klaus Hargreeves x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1,518 words

Warnings: Alcoholism in reader, brief mention of Klaus’ drug problem but nothing explicit 

Summary: Reader is clairvoyant and gets drunk to keep the voices out of her head. Luckily, Klaus has gotten really good at taking care of her over the years. 

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The pressure of everything was really starting to get to you, with Vanya bringing on the impending apocalypse and all and you'd never really been one to deal with stress. Alcohol had always been you way out, a way to dull the pain of being a freak, for being one of Reginald Hargreeves gifted children.

Now, not only were you in a family of outcasts and weirdos, but now your younger sister was going to be the reason for the end of the world.

It was slowly becoming too much to handle.

The only problem with that, was that you'd made a deal with Klaus that you would stay sober as long as he did, which kept you from hitting the bottle up until this point. You wanted so badly to support him, but your resolve was melting. You had to take the edge off before you went crazy.

Klaus had the voices of the dead in his head all the time, and in the same way, you had voices constantly in your head as well...only they were living. You were deemed Clairvoyant as a child, reading minds and constantly hearing every other persons thoughts around you.

It was hell on earth and being raised in the coveted Umbrella Academy made you feel trapped because everyone knew who you were, and there was no way to hide from it. There was no comfort or love in your childhood if not for your siblings who shared the same opinions as you.

Of all of the eight of you, you and Klaus had always been inseparable. Maybe it was the shared experience that helped you bond, or maybe it was just because no one else was closer to your age than he was.

Whatever it was, that relationship had only grown stronger with time and no one meant more to you than Klaus. That's why it was so important to you to support him through his sobriety, even if it meant giving up the one thing that could make the voices go away.

Hell, right about this time, Luther's thoughts alone were enough to drive you crazy. If he ran through all the things that could happen one more time, you were probably going to shove him in front of the bus.

Everyone was so tense, and there was so much going on that you couldn't even think straight. There were so many conflicted opinions racing around your head that you could hardly move.

And Klaus was starting to take notice, more so after Ben pointed it out to him. You were only holding on by a thread, and there was no way that he was going to let you break. That being said, there was no doubt in his mind that you could stay away from liquor, you'd already made it almost a week-longer than ever before.

It was for that reason that he didn't worry when he noticed you were nowhere to be seen as they tracked down Vanya. It wasn't until the family found their way into the bowling alley that they realized how truly wrong Klaus had been in his earlier assessment.

You were plastered, ramming right into the door-frame on your way in. Based on the contact, you would probably have a bruise there by the morning...not that you seemed to care right now.

Klaus knew what was going on, but he hoped that he was wrong. You had been working so hard to stay sober that the idea of you throwing that all away for the sake of peace would hurt you in the morning.

That being said, there was nothing he could do to stop you. All Klaus could do for you now was try to minimize the damage you did to yourself and everyone else. Luckily for you, he'd gotten pretty good at that in the years you two had been together, and there was no one more qualified for that job than him.

Before anyone else could act, the man was on his feet, headed over to your bumbling frame, trying to tie a pair of bowling shoes over your boots. If the world wasn't in immediate danger, the whole situation would have made Klaus double over in laughter but right now, he only had one thing on his mind.

You.

"Y/N, sweetheart...you already have shoes on" he cooed, kneeling down beside where you were sitting down on the floor, your hands still quickly working on the laces in both hands. Unfortunately, it didn't matter if you got them tied or not because they were on the wrong feet.

You didn't say anything at first, just knotting up the laces as best you could so the shoes would stay on your feet, but Klaus wasn't going away. Before you could even think about what was happening, you realized Klaus had his hands in your hair, securing it in a band that he always kept around his wrist.

That was a move he'd had since you two were teenagers. He always pulled your hair up before you felt the need to puke that way it stayed out of your hair, similarly to how you kept the emergency room on speed dial in case he O.D'd on accident.

It wasn't ideal by any means, but it was just the way of the world for you two. It was the system and it worked.

"B-but I like these ones better" you slurred, swatting away one of his hands as best you could, though you misjudged the distance and hit the air instead. You were so innocent and sweet in these moments, all Klaus wanted to do was help you home and tuck you into bed, unfortunately, you didn't have a home to go back to now.

Vanya had kind of leveled that.

"I know sweetheart, come on, stand up" he prompted, gently bracing the small of your back to pick you up from the floor. It was a bit of a struggle because you were dead weight when you got drunk but Klaus managed to get you up, and walked you over to the family, sitting around in the lane.

You had very few things on your mind in this very moment, except for Klaus and you wanted so badly to tell him something, though you couldn't remember what. "Klausy" you whispered, poking him lightly in the shoulder, a few times just to ignore you.

"Klausss" You purred, only stopping the ceaseless poking the moment he looked down at you, that same amused look on his face. You could be so cute, it was sort of insane to think about all the things that you two had done together, he only hoped that you knew how much he really cared about you.

There was a strange hush over the rest of the family as they watched you fumble over your words, hanging on Klaus as if your life depended on it. As far as  you could tell, he was the only thing between you and the floor, which seemed several feet down though it was really only one.

"Yes sweet face?" he asked, taking your hands in his own, and holding your close so that your eyes were level with his own. He knew that he needed all your focus to get what you wanted to say out of you. "I love you, T-thank you for taking care of me" You smiled, giggling at the end of each word until you were a puddle of laughter in his arms.

You weren't even all that sure what was funny, all you knew was that you couldn't stop laughing if you tried. "You love me?" he asked, shocked, but mostly just messing with you because there was a good chance you wouldn't remember this in the morning.

It wasn't your fault that all your truth's came out when you had a few to drink. It was cosmic irony in a way, you drank not to hear anyone elses thoughts, but in doing so-spewed out your own into the air.

You nodded hurriedly, in a much more exaggerated way than necessary before snuggling even further into Klaus' chest. It wasn't long before you fell asleep in the man's arms, the sound of his heartbeat in his chest sending you off to sleep without much trouble at all.

So maybe it was a little bit inconvenient, carrying you through the streets all while trying to keep the apocalypse from going on but Klaus didn't mind. The best thing he could do for himself, and for you would be keeping  you safe, so he carried you into the amphitheater and left you in the aisle of one of the rows so that you'd be safe from danger until they found out what to do.

All Klaus knew was that he was going to keep you safe, and sound, and loved if it was the last thing he ever did, no matter what. Because drunk or not, he loved you more than anything and you were his top priority, though to you he was a little hazy at the moment.

[seancekitsch]

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader: Can’t Read You Part 2!

-Klaus was insecure knowing about your powers, and how long you had waited to tell him. He felt betrayed you had known about him long before he knew about you and you hadn’t told him.

-He knew in his heart you probably had your reasons, but he couldn’t help but have that hold him back. His doubts made him rethinking kissing you in private, about thinking of running to the hills. It would be easy. You weren’t technically in a relationship, even though both of you had silently wished it was one. But since there were no titles he could easily have made himself skip away from you.

-He tried to distract himself with other people, but he found himself never actually flirting or hooking up like he wanted to. He just missed your touch. As much as he wished you were trying to do the same, something in him wanted you to miss him just as much.

-as much as the doubts in his mind told him to end all the intimacy and the sex, he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to lose you completely. He knew he was in too deep for this to end well.

-Klaus had actually scoffed when Ben had suggested that he introduce you to the rest of the family, but he eventually was convinced.

-When the day came, you were very nervous. You had changed your outfit about four times before you absolutely had to leave the house in fear of being late. You gathered yourself and gave a mental pep talk the entire bus ride there.

-When you finally reached the academy, Klaus greeted you warmly with a hug. He told you the entire family was hanging around in the living room.

-Five and Diego were at the bar, Luther and Allison on the couch, and Vanya sitting curled up in the arm chair. They all went silent when you entered the room, sizing you up.

-He introduces you as “This is Y/N, my ..... special friend”

-It’s definitely awkward at first, but once Five makes you a margarita, conversation and friend making starts flowing.

-One thing you definitely noticed was that it seemed like Klaus did not reveal you were a telepath. His siblings did NOT watch their thoughts around you and you feel like you got to know them each on two different levels. You really wish Ben were really there too though because you wanted another person you knew. But despite that, you and Vanya got along very well.

-You and Klaus end up crashing there that night, and you stay in his childhood bed not unlike the first night you met him.

-Honestly, today had pushed his doubts to the back burner a bit. You fit in, and that was good for him.

-“So that’s the family” He says. You laugh, and then ask “Why didn’t you tell them i had abilities?”

-“well, you didn’t tell me right away.” And then it felt like an argument was about to happen. You both had a bit of alcohol in your system, and you knew you wouldn’t hold your tongue as well as you would have sober. But then he continues “did they think anything wild? What was on their minds?”

-And you thought crisis averted. “Well,” you said with a chuckle, “I definitely think Allison and Luther are a little closer than they let on. And Five’s mind is like a twilight zone episode. Diego wouldn’t stop thinking about my ass, and Vanya was really craving some salty French fries.”

-“What was that about Diego?” Klaus says in barely a whisper. Something about that comment just set off all of his doubting, plus a new feeling of jealousy.

-“It’s no big dea-“ you start, but he interrupts. “You could have gotten him to stop thinking like that, maybe you enjoyed it”

-Honestly you’re a bit dumbstruck. He’s pouting like a kid and you’ve never seen him like this.

-“Klaus I’m here FOR YOU, I’m with YOU. I don’t get why you’re acting like this”

-“Well it’s not like we’re a couple so i didn’t know where your head is at. You’re the one that reads minds” and the other shoe just dropped. You knew there was no label, but something about how harshly that comment was whispered hurt you. Badly.

-“i.... you’re right, Klaus. Loud and clear.” You hold back tears as you get up. You can definitely hear him ask where you’re going but all you want to do is get out of that room.

-you spend the night on the couch, not sleeping, but wishing you knew what was going on in that head of Klaus’s

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Part three coming soon....

[t-h-e-seance-tua]

Hiya! I understand if you’re busy w/ school Rn lol but whenever you have the time maybe a plus size reader x klaus fic? Where they’re constantly together like she sits on his lap or they’re always holding hands & the hargreeve siblings are like uh guys we kinda need to save the world? & like they try to help vanya get out & the reader Stands up to luther & he accidentally breaks her hand? Maybe some angst/ fluff? Lol thank you love!✨

Hey! I am so sorry that I haven’t gotten back to you sooner! I definitely can but like I said to others that requested ages ago, it is gonna be a little while. ALSO, TO THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY REQUESTED! I am working on the prompts, however I am not going to post them in the order they were requested, just whatever ones I finish, I’ll post straight away

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

It’s Not Hurting if it Feels Good — kinktober 2021

✦ pairing — Luther Hargreeves x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ kinks — size difference, against the wall, corruption.

✦ additional warnings — begging, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), vaginal sex, cum swallowing.

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Luther is the first partner you have never been scared to hurt with your weight. You sit on his lap without inhibitions, let him carry you around...

so you’re not sure as to why he’s so delicate with you.

his hands move slowly up your sides. He has you on his lap while you kiss, your dominant hand is on the back of his head while the other rests on his shoulder.

you push yourself flush to him, softly moving your hips. He groans, and by now you think his grip might tighten, but it doesn’t.

you break the kiss. “Is everything alright?”

his pupils are dilated and his face is red. There’s no indication that he isn’t turned on. He tilts his head as though confused by your question. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, that’s the problem.”you almost laugh at his confused expression. He’s completely lost.

Luther stammers, “Y—you... want me to...”

you kiss his nose. “Not in a bad way,” you clarify, “I just...” You look down. “Can you be rougher with me?

his voice comes out small as he says, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Baby,” you sigh, wrapping both arms around his neck. “It’s not hurting if it feels good.”

you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. To help him out, you start to kiss his jaw. Luther grinds up against your navel, and finally, his hands feel heavier on you.

you kiss him again, and it’s like you never stopped making out.

he fists your top as he stops the kiss. “Take it off.”

you stand up. “Just my shirt?”

“Everything.” he takes his clothes off at the same time as you. He’s quicker at it, even, you assume it’s something that has to do with his training.

you’ve seen him naked many times, but his size never ceases to amaze you. He makes you feel small, like something fragile he could break at any moment. And you want him to do just that.

his fingers trail your slit. “Gotta get you ready,” he tells you so you don’t get impatient.

you’re wet enough, you assure him, and he finds for himself that you’re right.

you sink down his cock, letting out a hybrid between a whine and a sigh. His hands go to your waist, steadying you as you start moving.

bouncing on his cock is delightful, but it isn’t enough for the occasion. “Rougher,” you beg him. You can tell he’s hesitant.

“Haven’t you thought about having somebody at your mercy and just fucking them until they can’t take it anymore?” you try to egg him on. There’s no way he hasn’t, you refuse to believe somebody as bossy as he doesn’t want absolute control over his partner.

and you’re willing to give him just that. “Let go, Luther, I can take it.”

“I— we always make love.” he lulls his head to the side, enjoying the way you circle your hips against him.

“Just try it out? you sweetly beg, interrupted by a whine as he shifts. “For me, yeah?”

you feel his cock twitch inside you as he nods. Luther easily pulls you off his lap and consequently his cock, making you feel empty.

you’re pushed against the wall, ass up as you wait for him. He grips your thighs, using his hold on you to part your legs a little bit more.

you moan when he buries his face in your pussy. You expected his cock, not his tongue.

he’s never eaten you out so messily, and you would be lying if you said you hadn��t fantasized about it.

you feel like you’re going to come, but he doesn’t let you. Luther chuckles as you whine, pulling away.

he turns you around, pushing your back against the wall. His breath is ragged, but his touch is so steady that you just know he’s fully convinced he won’t hurt you.

you look up at his towering figure, the mass of his body covers everything in your field of vision. He’s bigger than you, stronger, and he’s looking at you like he’s about to ruin you.

he kisses you without warning, making you gasp in his mouth — mostly at the intensity. His hands caress your sides on their way to your thighs, and when he brings your legs up, he bites your lip.

“You look even more beautiful like this,” he breathily says. You believe him. “Hold on tight, bunny.”

you don’t know where the pet name even came from, but you can only nod and do as you’re told.

his cock stretches you open, and although apprehension isn’t present, he’s careful to go slow at first.

he gradually picks up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper.

you clench around him as he finds a rhythm. Your arms are tight around his neck, and as you try to start kissing his neck, he begins pounding into you.

you rest your head on the wall, letting him just ram into you. He’s used to be quiet, and the fact that he can’t stop moaning has your head spinning.

he slides his hands to your ass when you arch your back, gripping it as he pounds into you while bringing you closer.

your head is on his shoulder as he fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’re certain you’re going to come without any other type of stimulation.

and you do. He holds you tight as your arms give out, continuing thrusting albeit slower.

he hisses when you spasm around him, twitching as you do.

“Come in my mouth, please,” you tiredly tell him.

he growls. “You’re so good to me.” He carries you toward the couch, carefully sitting you down.

being as considerate as he always is, he doesn’t fuck your mouth. You’re too tired to put the idea out there for now, and simply watch as his big hand works his cock.

he caresses your cheek before guiding the tip of his cock into your mouth, and he makes the prettiest sounds when he comes.

the moment the two of you recover your breaths, he’s back to being tender.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Hypnagogic | Luther Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Luther Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.1k

✦ soulmate AU

✦ summary — you always assumed you weren’t meant to have a soulmate.

✦ warnings — angst, mentions of alcohol, fluff

✦ a/n — I love Luther!!! I hope I did him justice.

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Anybody at that bar could’ve been your soulmate and none of them at the same time.

You traced your forearm where a soulmate mark was supposed to be. The lack of mark had never intrigued you, but you often wondered what it would say if you had one.

Everyone was meant to find someone. That was how human beings were conditioned to live, that was how humans had lived since the beginning.

Soulmate marks were dreaded by some, and others saw them as the only thing helping them cling to life. You were torn.

You still remembered the day your mark was supposed to appear on your skin, the first thing your soulmate would say to you when you met them.

You had expected something sweet — in your defense, you were fifteen — but you found nothing more than a scorching sensation and a blank arm. Your mom cried a lot that day, looking for the mark all over your body.

You had been confused, scared. Were you meant to be alone for the rest of your life? How could someone you weren’t meant to be with ever look your way? Would you ever meet more people without marks?

You had tried to rehearse reactions to finding out you weren’t the only one without a mark, but soon you grew out of that habit. Everybody you had ever met had a mark.

You weren’t meant to find anyone. It was useless to cling to hope that anybody out there was in the same situation.

The red-haired woman in the corner didn’t look like someone who wouldn’t have a mark. None of her friends did either. They were having fun, though, laughing and drinking while she told them a story.

You knew the bartender wasn’t your soulmate because he invited you to her wedding with her soulmate. Neither was the man at the end of the bar — you had shared a couple of shots together a few times, he was nice and very respectful, his soulmate had died years ago and he would often talk about them.

Forgetting about it was the only thing you could do. But not with alcohol, that would be stupid. And it wouldn’t work.

You paid your tab and wished the bartender a good night, zippering up your jacket.

Your apartment wasn’t far away. That was the main reason why you frequented that place. You felt safe around those three blocks.

Crossing the street, you could hear the lady down the street yelling for her kids to get in already. She always did that, and they never listened — you liked that she never seemed to mind, it was as though she enjoyed it.

She probably did. People were supposed to enjoy seeing their children happy after all.

Reaching your building, you bumped into a scarily tall and muscular man. Lowly apologizing, you walked past him and continued your path toward the stairs.

“Excuse me, ma’am...” he trailed off, walking behind you.

You found yourself glued to your spot the moment he spoke. You craned your neck to look at him, making sure he was talking to you.

“May I help you?”

The words sounded familiar to him. It felt like he could taste them, they sounded sweet, caring, with a hint of fear.

Although taken aback by your tone, he nodded frantically. “Do you know where I could find someone able to wrap a gift?”

Turning around, you stared up at him. He looked familiar, you felt as though you had known him your entire life. “In the middle of the night?”

“My niece’s birthday is tomorrow, technically today, and I wanted to surprise her in the morning.” Explaining himself further on, he fiddled with his hands, “I would do it myself, but...”

You shook your head. It was a really sweet gesture, but he should’ve thought about that way earlier. He looked like a lost puppy, staring down at his hands.

“I’m (Full Name).” You offered your hand.

He shook it delicately, giving you goosebumps. He enjoyed the difference in size, how warm your palm was, the fact that you hadn’t complained because his weren’t soft like yours. “Luther Hargreeves.”

You gaped. You used to have the biggest crush on him back when you were obsessed with the fact that superheroes were real.

“Well, Luther,” you tested his name on your tongue. “I believe I could help you as long as you bring the wrapping paper.”

He stood there for a moment, only staring at you, relishing on the way you had said his name. No one, not even Grace, had ever uttered his name with so much emotion.

Convinced that it was his loneliness getting the best of him, he made a gesture with his hand for you to wait for him.

You did so, trusting him. If you were to be killed that night, which you doubted because superheroes didn’t tend to be serial killers, at least it would’ve been by someone who used sweet excuses to prey on people.

God, you needed to learn how to trust people without putting yourself in danger.

He came back with a doll, balancing the toy on his open palm in his attempts to not crush it, and a roll of wrapping paper curled on his fingers. The doll was cute, you would have liked to receive it as a gift when you were a kid.

You motioned for him to follow you upstairs, rummaging through your purse in search of your keys.

Your apartment was cozy — warm, like he imagined home was supposed to make someone feel. He sat down on the couch at your cue, smiling to himself when a photo of you and your parents caught his eye.

You disappeared for a moment, not before offering him something to drink. He liked how nice you were.

Scissors and tape in hand, you came back. Placing them next to the doll on the center table, you sat down.

Unrolling the paper, using the tape dispatcher to hold it open, you observed he kept his coat on no matter what.

Yes, the city wasn’t warm at night, you understood that, but your apartment was not cold at all. You would’ve broken into a sweat already if you hadn’t shed your jacket.

“You live alone?” He asked, dragging his eyes away from the photos of your graduation to your face.

“Yeah. I used to live with a friend,“ you started saying as you measured the box before cutting the paper, “but they found their soulmate and moved out.”

“You haven’t met yours?”

You lifted the scissors, sighing. You weren’t looking forward to the pity in his reaction, but you told him anyway, “I don’t have one.”

“Everybody has one.”

“I know you’re trying to be nice,” you assured him, tugging on the tape to cut a piece, “but I don’t have a mark.”

“Oh.” His voice lowered. There wasn’t pity there, only sadness. “I don’t have one either.” Something inside him told him he could trust you, that you wouldn’t judge him or laugh. “I used to, but I had an accident once — my mission was to stop a biochemical threat.”

You gave him your full attention, holding the edge of the paper with a piece of tape so you could let go of it.

His voice got sadder, “It didn’t end pretty. Dad saved my life with a serum, but my body changed so much that the mark disappeared. Now I’m part ape.” He tilted his head to the side for emphasis. “Kind of.”

Luther often found himself staring at his forearm. He would never be able to read the words etched on his skin again. Every hope he once had of finding his soulmate, the person he was destined to love and protect forever, had died the day his life was saved.

He knew his place, understood he had responsibilities. He didn’t mind paying a high price for doing what was right. It simply stung.

He should’ve written down the words his soulmate would tell him. But what for? How could he have known he would never be able to look at his them ever again?

With his siblings gone and his hopes to one day build a proper family decimated, he had accepted the mission his father gave him with no complaints.

The moon sounded like a nice place, and he would be able to indirectly protect his soulmate from there.

It had been enough for years. He found comfort in the fact that he was doing an amazing job, following orders, sending reports frequently.

That comfort was crushed when he found out his reports had never been read. His siblings pitied him, he could tell — or maybe he hoped they would.

What was his soulmate doing? Were they having a better life than he was? Had they temporarily found someone?

He longed to find them. There had to be a way. But who could he ask? Pogo didn’t know about those things, and mom... mom was malfunctioning.

Was he meant to lose everyone he loved and everyone that could ever love him back?

“I remember,” he said, extending his arm, “that it was right here.” He pointed at his forearm, making an up and down motion. “But I can’t remember the words. I just know they were nice.”

“You’ll find them one day,” you told him, incapable of hiding how sad your voice had turned. “Soulmates are meant to be, and you know yours exists.”

You finished wrapping the doll in silence, wishing you hadn’t offered to help him. You were entertaining the most absurd things now, things that only a child would find feasible.

He didn’t mention anything about jumping to the same conclusions. It had sounded like he cared, but perhaps he cared so much that he expected something else. You were scared to ask.

You didn’t want him to leave, his company was soothing even through the silence.

Why was it that when you had decided to stop caring you were stuck in such a situation?

Surely you were getting ahead of yourself because there were too many coincidences. Nothing else, nothing more.

Standing up, you showed him the final product. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, but he tried, extending his hand so you would place the gift on his palm.

“I think it’s admirable, by the way,” you told him honestly, placing your hand on his forearm, “that you still—“

His eyes widened, searching for yours. Confused, you felt him press his free hand on your forearm.

A gasp slid past your lips.

You had heard multiple stories about how it felt to meet a soulmate for the first time, and you had always assumed you would never experience anything like that.

Yet there you were, whole body tingling as you felt that familiar scorching sensation that doomed you when your mark was supposed to appear.

“D–did you feel that?”

Luther rasped, “I felt something right where your hand is.” Clearing his throat, he continued explaining, “I don’t feel most things so it’s a big deal.”

Of course it was. You looked down at your forearm, where his hand still rested. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, the scorching had simmered down to mere tickles.

“Does this mean we...?” he trailed off, unsure as though how to approach the subject.

You nodded, unable to hide your smile. He looked so handsome, lively blue eyes slightly damp as a smile of his own broke through the now long gone frown.

Luther put the wrapped gift down in order to crush you into a hug. Hugging back, as tightly as you could, you prayed even though you hadn’t done it for years that this wasn’t a dream.

So many years you had thought you were meant to be lonely, believed to be an anomaly. Being in the arms of your potential soulmate was hypnagogic. It felt too real to be a dream, and too good to be true at once.

“I thought I would never find you,” he confessed, resting his chin on top of your head. “I’m sorry I took so long.”

Shifting so your cheek would rest on his chest, you told him, “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I didn’t look for you more adamantly.”

“We’re here now. We’ll make up for the lost time.”

The relief in his voice was everything you needed to dissipate every ounce of doubt you had left. You felt at peace upon hearing the changes in his tone, feeling his hard body slumping as he got comfortable.

Luther confirmed what he had only imagined earlier. This was what home was supposed to feel like.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Luther Hargreeves Masterlist

One Shots

Hypnagogic — angst, fluff.

↪︎ female!reader ; 2.1k words ; requested. | soulmate AU | You always assumed you weren’t meant to have a soulmate.

Headcanons

It’s Not Hurting if it Feels Good — smut, kinktober 2021

↪︎ female!reader ; size difference, against the wall, corruption.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Oh, Well | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x afab!gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 4.3k

✦ request — hi could i request a five/plus size reader smut where they kinda bicker a lot (have a lot of tension) and are stuck in a tight closet together hiding ?

✦ warnings — nsfw, some bickering, tension, awkwardness, hints at intrafamilial violence (just a comment, nothing major), reader has a scar, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (please don't do this), vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal sex, cumshot, some kind of aftercare.

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"Yes, Diego, you can punch them if they don’t cooperate, what kind of question is that?!” Before Diego could answer, Luther turned to the other side and added, “Five, take (Name) with you."

"What?!" you complained.

"Luther, no!" Five whined.

You should have known that befriending this endearingly dysfunctional family would backfire one day.

Luther was such a nice person that you never imagined he would ever bestow this upon you. Viktor was your usual partner when you had to split, but he was with Allison now.

Klaus and Ben were inseparable so unless they needed a codebreaker, which was essentially what you were, you were not needed there.

There wasn't an enigma or code you couldn't figure out. Unless, of course, the fucking enigma was sentient and a pain in the ass.

God, Five got on your nerves like nobody else had even tried to. You didn't know what it was about him, but you couldn't keep yourself from fighting him on every little thing and, through months of putting up with his constant need of being right, you found out he felt the same.

Shit, Diego was stubborn but you would have taken him over Five any day without any complaints. He was Lila's problem, though, and at any other moment, you would have been relieved.

"Why can't I go with you?"

Luther blinked. "Because I can do it on my own. Besides, Five is going to need you to gather the info."

"Why can't you and I go gather the info?"

"You want Luther, Luther, to sneak into a heavily guarded building?"

You would have thought him to be offended if you didn't know him. "I mean, yeah. It's better than putting up with you."

Five lifted his hands in exasperation. "I am surrounded by children!"

"That's rich coming from the guy who looked like one not even six months ago."

Viktor stood between you and Five, placing a hand on his brother's chest and the other on your shoulder. "Okay, stop it you two!"

"They started."

"I don't care, Five," Viktor put a stop to the incoming rant. "We're all adults, so let's act like it."

You nodded at him. It was always embarrassing to be chastised by Viktor in front of everybody. They never judged, but in your mind, they were thinking 'you just had to make Viktor step in, huh?' and yeah, maybe, but it wasn't intentional.

"Let's just... get it over with, yeah?" You offered, looking around at everybody.

Lila pointed at you. "What they said. I'm getting bored."

Why couldn't you go with Lila? You would have so much fun... well, maybe not her because your powers weren't that useful when fighting, but still.

Resigned, you asked Five, "So, how are we getting inside?"

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

"I'm getting us inside, genius."

Oh, that, yeah. "... okay." You offered your hand to him.

Five roughly grabbed it. The discomfort in the pit of your belly was over as quickly as it started. If only the corridor you appeared in was empty… oh, well.

Eyes were on you and Five and for the first time since you met him, you wished he looked 13 so that you could make a bullshit excuse about your little brother needing the bathroom.

Five didn’t even try to be subtle, choosing to ask about the office you were looking for openly. Unsurprisingly, security was called.

He grabbed your wrist and brought you with him, jumping from floor to floor.

Approaching steps prompted you to share a look. Opening the door closest to you, Five pushed you inside an empty closet.

He closed the door and shuffled to tug on the chain dangling between you to turn the light on. "Let's hope they stop following us soon."

"They wouldn't be following us if you knew how to keep your stupid mouth shut," you whisper-shouted.

Five inhaled deeply, lifting his finger to point at you before deciding it wasn't worth it. "Just do as I say."

"Yes, because that—"

He covered your mouth with his hand. "You're gonna get us caught if you continue being petty."

As if he wasn't petty!

But he was right, as much as it pained you to admit. You nodded against his hand so he would move off you. As much as he could move in such a closed space anyway.

Five removed his hand and rested his back against the door. He also put the lock on just to be safe.

"Do you know what time is it?" you spoke as quietly as you could.

"Why? Got somewhere to be?"

"Just curious."

"It must be like six or something. We should be out of here by nine."

You hummed.

"What's bothering you?"

"It's hot in here."

"Take your sweater off,” he simply said, as though that was the solution to all of your problems.

The sweater never came off, he should have known that by now.

"Was it a gift or something?"

"No."

"Look, just take the thing off, let your body cool off before you dehydrate."

"Okay. Turn around."

Five groaned. "There's no space."

"I don't want you to look at my body."

"I know what bodies look like."

"Yeah, but this is mine."

“Would it make you feel better if I turn the light off?”

“No.”

“Tough luck.” He started undoing the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“You’re not the only one who’s hot.” He stopped in his tracks, dropping his hands. “I mean as in—”

“I know what you meant, don’t make it awkward.”

Too late. It was awkward from the second he brought his hands up to undo the first button. Fuck.

As though he didn’t know it was already so fucking awkward you would rather be out there being chased, he undid the placket buttons on his sleeves and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

He couldn’t be idiotic enough to not know what he was doing. And if he was, you just hoped whichever God existed would have mercy on you.

Five looked almost innocent, peering at you as you did your best to not stare at him. As if there was anything else to stare at in the first place. Your goddamned luck.

The tiny closet was getting hotter, and you were sure the enclosed space had nothing to do with that.

Resigned, you grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it off. Five cleared his throat.

You looked at the wall beside you. “Stop staring.”

“I’m not.”

“Good.”

You expected many crazy things to happen that day yet standing before Five in just a white undershirt and jeans wasn’t one of them. It wasn't a proper undershirt but a camisole with bra support which made it even worse.

His silence was such a bad sign, too. Since when didn’t he have the energy to fight with you? There were ways to fight almost silently. Besides, there wasn’t any sound around you apart from the sighs he let out from time to time.

You held your sweater in your hand, feeling your skin grow sweaty as the weight and thickness of the material enveloped your palm.

"Why don't you just go create a distraction or something?"

"Because I would have to kill over one hundred innocent employees."

"There has to be another way, Five."

"Huh."

"What?"

"You rarely call me by my name."

"Well, I would do it more often if you were nicer."

"Would you?" For once, it didn't sound like a challenge.

"Ah, probably not,” you admitted. You weren’t about to lie to yourself just to spite him. You had done it many times before and it never ended well.

"Are you scared we're going to die here?"

"No. I would if the closet was air-tight."

"So it's not the possibility of dying or that you're busy later."

"Exactly."

"Well, I'm lost, then."

That was a first.

You shifted, doing your best to not lean into him. “I’m getting a cramp.”

He rested his hands on your waist, making you jump. “Sorry,” he softly apologized. “Just come here.” He brought your upper body onto his. “Stretch your legs.”

You groaned, immediately hiding your face in his chest to muffle your curses. Dropping your sweater, you fisted his shirt. “Fuck, it hurts.”

“Breathe, you’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent by mere coincidence. It was rich, musky yet crisp.

“Thanks.” You lifted your head, forgetting you were so close.

Your noses bumped, you drew in a breath, and Five looked down. The warmth of his hands weighed on you, your knuckles were almost white as you viciously gripped his shirt as though it was the only thing keeping you grounded. And it was.

You would snap if you let go of his blue shirt, and you had the feeling he would snap if he moved his hands.

Searching for his eyes, you only found a parted mouth and the crease of his brow. You weren’t blind, or dumb, he looked attractive when he was focused — he was quite the looker in general, everybody in his family was.

But there was something about Five Hargreeves. It was a poorly kept secret between you and your conscience.

He whispered your name.

Your heart leaped in your chest. “Mmh?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You should have said no, you should have pretended this was a misunderstanding, you should have blamed the forced proximity of the situation. But that would make you a hypocrite and a coward, two things you hated with a passion. “Yes.”

He slanted his head as he closed the small gap between your faces, pressing his lips against yours. They were soft, perhaps too soft for the diet you had seen him follow, the most surprising part, however, was how willing you were to continue kissing him, how scared you were that he’d pull away.

Would it be weird if you kissed him more firmly? Did he even like that? How many boundaries would you cross if you dove into what you wanted?

You shakily rested your hands on his shoulders. The plan was to wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, a flawless one until you became frozen. His mouth slowly parted from yours, and barely moving any other muscle of his face, Five breathed heavily against your nose.

His lips were suddenly on yours again, so abruptly that the surprised sound your throat had made was swallowed by his kiss. He slowly slid his hands down your sides, reaching your outer thighs and tracing them up and down.

You quickly pulled away. "Turn the light off. Hurry."

Five withdrew a hand from your body and turned the light off. Breathless, he whispered, "Maybe we should keep it off."

"Yeah."

Voices echoed outside the closet. Five and you stood completely still.

This, silence, was uncommon between you. Insulting each other and complaining was your thing, yelling at each other too, not standing almost chest to chest, trying not to make a sound after having made out.

As the voices became fainter until they couldn't be heard anymore, you rested your head against the wall behind you. "Now what?"

"We wait for everybody to leave."

"Maybe we should have come at night."

"Luther didn't want to wait. You know how he is."

Luther worried, that was it, but you understood why his siblings didn't see it like that. You wouldn't have if he was your brother.

"Is the scar on your arm the reason you always wear long sleeves?"

You didn't think he'd ask. Or notice.

"They're comfortable."

"That wasn't my question."

You were glad he couldn't see you now. "Not many people know about it."

Five shifted. "What happened?"

"A fight at home went wrong."

His knee bumped yours as he got as close as possible. Five rested a hand on your waist.

"Can I touch it?" he breathed out the question against your face.

"The scar?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I really want to touch it."

You opened your mouth to tell him it sounded weird, but you didn't dare say so. It wasn't that weird in the first place, scars were interesting and they felt nice when they weren't on your body.

Maybe he followed that logic. The thought was a little terrifying, you weren't looking to have things in common with Five.

Some would say you already had.

"Okay." You wished you could see his reaction, but it was for the best that you didn't.

The pads of his fingers were rough, skin dry, he probably had never applied moisturizer.

The movement was slow, he barely put pressure on your skin as he steadily traced the scar.

"Do you hate it?"

"Yes."

Five hummed, hand still on your arm. "I don't hate it."

You had no answer to his comment, not even a sarcastic one.

Was he expecting you to tell him more about it just because you had some time to waste?

That didn't sound like him. Five always asked for what he wanted, or took it if it was needed. You didn't hate that about him.

"I guess you don't have to live with it."

"I have scars of my own."

"Do you hate them?"

"No, but I think about them often." He wasn't interested in talking about himself, or his scars for that matter, and so he asked, "Can I kiss it?"

"If... you want to..."

"Why else would I ask?" His voice dropped as he leaned in.

His lips made contact with your skin and you jumped. Five didn't apologize.

He started near your elbow, at the bottom of the scar. His mouth was warm against your skin, too warm, almost burning.

You let out a shaky breath as he carried on, tracing your scar with his lips, kissing his way up.

Five kissed your skin past the scar until he reached your shoulder.

Your hand traveled to the back of his neck where you slid your fingers into his hair. Five sighed, pressing his lips against your neck as your fingers massaged his scalp.

His sighs quickly became quiet moans. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop pressing the pads of your fingers on his head.

Five pressed his body against yours, flush against your middle, hips pushing you against the wall.

Against your skin, he said, "Tell me to stop."

"No."

"No what?"

"Don't stop."

He took that as an encouragement to leave a mark on your neck, eliciting a whine from you.

“We gotta be quiet,” he reminded you.

Easier said than done.

He made it even harder by rolling his hips against yours, hands gripping your waist. Five kissed you again, his tongue slid past your lips just as you scratched his nape.

A few questions popped into your head. Where did he learn to kiss? How did he know the way you liked to be kissed? And could he maybe give tips to other guys so you wouldn't be left disappointed every time after him?

As though sensing your distraction, he asked against your lips, “Are you comfortable?”

“No,” you honestly answered. “But this will do.”

“You sure? We can—"

“Don’t you dare.”

He huffed a laugh and briefly pressed his lips against yours. “Very well...” Five dragged his hands down to your thighs. "Push your hips forward."

You did as you were told, making it easier for him to undo your jeans and pull them down. He grabbed at your thighs, sighing as his palms finally made contact with the soft skin there.

His fingers brushed the waistband of your panties, and in consequence your belly. "Is it okay if I take these off too?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

He softly pulled on them, as though scared he would tear them off. He probably would, the material was soft, and light to avoid any ventilation issues.

For a while, he just caressed your thighs, barely grazing your center. It was unnerving, but not unwelcome. Eventually, he reached where you needed him the most.

He parted your folds with his fingers. You gasped as he traced your slit and pursed your lips to keep quiet as he brushed your clit.

He slipped a finger into your pussy, eyes on you as he used the thin line of light sneaking in through the one to gauge your reaction. He breathed out a laugh — it sounded more like the type of smile one lets out while talking on the phone.

"Wish I could take my time with you," he admitted. "But I don't want to ruin your back." Saying that, he started pumping his finger inside you.

You had never been the quiet type, much less when being fingered, but the prospect of being caught by people who were already worried both of you would steal from them was exhilarating.

Five added a second finger, prompting you to quickly bring a hand of yours to cover your mouth. He leaned his forehead against the back of your hand, aiding you.

Your chest mirrored the rhythm of the rise and fall of his own. His free hand steadied you as he pushed harder into you, curling his fingers inside you.

You really wished you could see him, and perhaps that he could see how much pleasure he was bringing you. There was no doubt he could tell, but you had observed him for long enough to know he liked to watch.

Another godforsaken thing in common.

Lifting his head, he briefly let go of your body to pull your hand away from your mouth. His lips replaced your hand as he kissed you roughly, biting your bottom lip in the process.

"Help me out of these, will you?" he whispered.

You asserted he was talking about his trousers. He kissed you as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants — you pulled them down, touching his clothed cock by mistake. He stopped moving his fingers inside you and made a sound in your mouth.

Instead of apologizing, now you intentionally touched his cock, grabbing it from on top of his underwear. Five broke the kiss and hissed.

"I'm gonna get them out of the way, okay?"

"Yeah," he quickly answered.

Once his cock was free, you slowly wrapped your hand around it. Giving it a gentle squeeze, you felt it throb; Five sighed.

Taking your time, —because although your feet were starting to hurt, you had many minutes to spare— you leisurely stroked his shaft. He resumed fingering you, trying to prove he could focus better than you.

You sped up, firmly squeezing his cock as you moved your fist up and down. The problem was, he sped up too and he had an advantage: he could easily keep his balance while standing up no matter what, he was probably used to jerking off standing up in the shower or something.

Your legs hurt, not only because the space was tight, but because you were tight around his fingers too and he showed you no mercy. You hated that he seemingly knew you so well.

Oh, well, you could accept defeat if you got to come.

Five kissed you softly, dragging his lips to your chin, then your jaw. He went slightly up to your ear and nipped at it. "Can't wait any longer," he whispered, giving you goosebumps.

Withdrawing your hand from his cock, you found yourself missing the weight on your hand. Soon, he pulled his fingers out of you and cruelly, noisily, licked them. With a satisfied hum, Five teased you by pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy.

The teasing was, thankfully, brief. "Are you ready? We can stop if you want."

"I'm ready," you assured him.

He didn't need convincing. Pushing his cock in, he growled. You did your best to only whimper lowly, to keep yourself from telling him to hurry up and fuck you — you didn't trust your voice or the things your loose tongue could spill as long as he moved.

And move he did, sure you weren't hurting and sure he wouldn't come by the second pump, Five pushed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into you.

As he sped up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, scared either of you would hit your head. With the same intention of avoiding an injury, Five firmly held your hips, digging his fingers into your skin as he fucked you.

There was no rhythm, no alternative either in the way he fucked you. The space was what it was, you couldn't fault him for the latter, but you wondered if, perhaps, he had thought about this before, if the lack of rhythm and the harsh way he was fucking you meant something more, or if you were merely getting too hung up on the fact that he knew how to fuck you just right.

He didn't treat you like couldn't take it as many did, there was no assumption on his behalf that you hadn't been fucked like this before, and he used it to his advantage. Five nipped at your skin, grabbed your body, and hammered into you with the presumption that this was how it was supposed to be.

And it was. You wished more people understood that.

You also wished he wasn't good at that. But he was, and he had you so close to the edge with just his cock that you kissed him so you wouldn't start babbling about it.

He smiled against your mouth because he knew.

Needing to breathe, you parted from his soft lips, letting a string of saliva hanging between your mouths, and admitted you were close. He didn't need that, or any other confirmation for that matter, but he didn't comment on it.

He fucked you through your orgasm, bringing you into his chest so you would muffle your moans with his skin as he wrapped an arm around your neck and covered his mouth.

Again, you wished you could see him. His hair must have been a mess and his face red. You could picture it, and it startingly got you to come.

He thrust in and out a few more times, before parting from you and pulling out. You could tell he was finishing himself off with his hand by the sound of his wet cock against his dry fist. Kissing him, you swallowed his grunts and moans.

Something warm coated your thighs. They must have looked pretty painted with his cum. You didn't stop kissing him, prompting him to grab you by the back of the head and give you the longest kiss you had ever been given.

Hesitant, you pulled away to finally catch your breath which mingled with his as you both breathed against each other.

"Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?"

"Uh... let me see." He went through his pocket. "It's gonna feel weird. I only have a convenience store receipt."

"It's better than walking around with cum on my skin."

"Is it?" he jokingly asked.

"Yes, you ass."

The paper was rough against your skin as Five did his best to clean you up.

In silence, you both fixed yourselves up. What happened would probably be obvious to anybody, there was no way to make yourself look presentable in the dark and without a mirror.

The thin strip of light disappeared. You pulled your cellphone from your pocket and tried to use it as a flashlight, but it was dead.

"Let's give it a few minutes," Five suggested. "Twenty, maybe."

"I have no way of measuring time."

"Counting seconds might help."

You didn't know if he was joking or not. He probably was, because his hands roamed your body until he found your hips. A bout of pain pierced through you as he hit your nose. "Ouch."

"Sorry. What was it?"

"My nose."

"Oh, I wasn't too far away."

"Please stop."

He whined, surely by mistake.

"Can't you wait fifteen minutes?"

"No."

You almost laughed at that. It would have been funny if your eyes weren't watery and your nose didn't burn.

He persisted, but instead of kissing you on the lips, his own brushed your nose. "It wasn't my intention."

"I get it. I'm not mad."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yup."

"I broke my nose once," he said, voice distant. "Dad was mad because I was supposed to spatial jump before anybody could hit me."

"Were you distracted?"

After a pause, he hummed in affirmation. "I couldn't save everybody that day."

"But you tried."

"Yeah. Only I tried. And it brought me a broken nose and a month grounded."

You put your hands on his and dragged them up his arms until you reached his shoulders. Stopping there for a moment, you considered pulling away. You didn't.

You grabbed his neck, using your thumbs to caress his cheeks. You felt him smile, something so rare you would have thought the world would end any second now.

He dragged his lips down, not before giving your nose another peck, and traced your lips with his, not quite kissing you.

A hand left your hip. A click resonated in the room and you squeezed your eyes shut as harsh light hit you.

"A warning would have been nice."

He didn't answer. Five cupped your cheek in his palm, using his thumb to trace your nose. Slowly opening your eyes, you found him already staring at you.

He tapped your nose with his thumb. "We shouldn't tell anybody about this. I don't need Diego knowing he was right when he said there was sexual tension between us."

"God, no." Did Five Hargreeves just boop your nose?

Not giving you time to say or think anything else, Five kissed you for the last time that evening, trapping your bottom lip between his mouth.

As he, begrudgingly, broke the kiss, he handed you your sweater. "Come on, if we hurry up, we might have time to get a drink later."

You hoped you were able to hide how excited his comment made you feel, but going by the twinkle in his eyes, you hadn’t.

Oh, well, there were worse people to take a liking to.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Only Growing | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.6k

✦ summary — Five and you get a second chance. Like everything with The Hargreeves, it’s more complicated than it sounds.

✦ warnings — angst, spoilers for season 2 (the story doesn’t follow canon, though), mentions of violence, mentions of food, language, fluff.

✦ a/n — the brief text in italics is a flashback.

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You were used to silence. Diego had never been one for staying home doing nothing. Sometimes he would leave you a note that said not to wait up for him if you were lucky, but you never had the pleasure to get home from work and have your boyfriend there.

Ex-boyfriend now. He had found himself someone else. Years had passed for him when a mere day went by for you.

You had been a fool, thinking things would finally go your way. Ever since Five disappeared, life proved you time after time how unlucky you were.

Nonetheless, you understood. No one had understood Diego better than you had, it was the reason why your relationship had lasted.

Diego hadn’t been a dick about it. He offered to give you time, reminded you to get closer to your best friend, and apologized for something that hadn’t been his fault.

He had said, “Talk to Five.” If only it was that easy. Five hadn’t visited you yet — according to Luther, who had driven Diego to your place so he could pack his things and introduce you to his new girlfriend, Five needed to take care of something first.

It was no secret that you would do anything for Five. Certainly not to Diego who many times had reproached you for missing his brother so intensely to the point of neglecting him.

You loved Diego, how couldn’t you? But you had never been capable of hiding how much you missed Five. Just like you weren’t capable of hiding how much seeing him with someone else hurt.

He had promised he would never leave and days later you had watched him carry his belongings to the doorstep with another woman by his side.

Now you were forced to fall asleep in a silent bedroom at a house too big for one person.

Woken up by incessant knocking on the front door, you grumpily walked down the stairs. Every single one of your acquaintances knew your schedule was hectic so you weren’t expecting any of them.

Swinging the door open, you were greeted by a tall man. His green eyes shined as he buried his hands in his pockets.

You didn’t understand why he was expecting you to speak first, or how a man could have such soft-looking hair.

Shaking the latter thought off, you asked, “Can I help you?”

“It’s me.”

“That... doesn’t answer my question.”

He sighed loudly. “I’m Five, you idiot.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, yeah? And I’m a Nobel Laureate.”

“Ask me something only Five Hargreeves would know.”

You glanced past his shoulder, making sure there was no one nearby. “What’s the last thing I told you before you left back when we were kids?”

He lowered his head. “That you needed me.”

”You can’t attempt traveling through time! What if something goes wrong?”

Five shook his head. “I’m not stupid. Everything will go smoothly.”

You weren’t stupid either. Many things could go wrong. He could get lost, he could ruin the timeline, he could exhaust himself to the point of death...

“Five, please. I need you here with me,” your voice broke.

You couldn’t decipher the look he gave you. A blue flash of light blurred with your tears.

You dropped your arms and stepped to the side to let him in. “Why didn’t you use your powers?”

“I didn’t want to startle you,” he yelled from the kitchen.

You followed the sound of his voice. Some things never changed, it seemed. He was hovering over the coffee machine, tapping his thumbs against the counter.

“Since when do you care about scaring me?”

“Since my stupid brother taught you self-defense.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging the fridge door open. “You’re a trained assassin.”

“We both know I would never hurt you.”

Well, thank God. You would’ve been dead decades ago if he was willing to hurt you more than he had already.

Changing the subject, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. “How come you look like that now?”

“Should I be offended?”

“You looked like a teen a few days ago,” you defended yourself.

Five’s semblance softened. “I guess one of the things we did to mess the timeline worked in my favor.”

“You ruined the timeline?”

“A little bit.”

Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it, you dropped bread into the toaster.

He offered you some coffee, but you declined. The last thing you needed was getting more anxious than you were already.

Five tilted his head. With a sigh, he put the cup down and opened his arms. “Come here.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. His willingness to give affection didn’t come easy, and your eagerness for his attention had always been constant.

Arms around him, you rested your head on his shoulder. Five rubbed your tense back with one hand, pulling you closer with his other arm.

You squeezed him tight, trying your best to keep your tears in.

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Five had always persuaded you to do anything he wanted. Never something that would put you in danger although on some occasions you had gotten hurt by accident, but always things you wouldn’t do if it weren’t for him.

Attending one of his family reunions was one of those things. But he had asked nicely.

He had said it would be something casual, you wouldn’t have to stay for too long. He just needed someone beside him to ground him in case a fight broke out.

Once you were ready, he dropped the book he had been reading onto your coffee table and offered his hand.

You took it without even thinking about it, giving him a squeeze to assure him you were ready to teleport.

Your stomach flipped at first. An underlying tickling appeared in the lower area of your abdomen. His powers had always had that effect on you, and you had missed the sensation deeply.

Not having visited The Academy since Five disappeared, you found yourself in awe of how little it had changed.

“How are you not throwing up right now?”Allison asked, pulling you into a hug.

“She had enough training as a kid,” Five answered for you, carefully dropping your hand.

Klaus giggled. “I forgot you two sneaked everywhere together.”

As you parted from Allison, you shared a look with Five. You had always thought it was a well-kept secret that every time you felt sad or Five had a nightmare he would sneak into your room or sneak you into his.

You hugged Klaus next, then Vanya. Luther was in the kitchen, Diego and Lila in the living room.

Greeting your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend as warmly as you were capable of, you took a seat next to Five.

Seeing Diego with Lila didn’t hurt. Not like you imagined it would. His demeanor had changed from what you could tell, he looked calmer, happier. You were glad, the people you loved and their happiness were important for your own wellbeing.

In fact, you were more than glad. The Hargreeves siblings seemed to have gotten closer, their bickering was only that now — Luther was more open, warmer; Vanya participated in conversations, finally smiling around her family.

Five looked comfortable, too. Laughing loudly at Klaus’ antics. His eyes shined as he turned to look at you, laughter still intact. You couldn’t help but join him.

“Five,” Allison called for her brother, “my car broke. Can you take me home?”

He searched for your acknowledgment and held your gaze, twisting his mouth upward. You blinked slowly, assuring him you could handle it. Five gave you a sharp nod, standing up in a quick motion.

Diego refilled your glass. “You’ve got a shot with Five now...”

You let out a shaky breath. “Don’t tell him anything, please.”

“He deserves to know.”

You knew he did. His shock when he found out you were daring Diego had kept you up for days.

Five’s arrival saved you from saying anything else. He fixed his hair as he sat back down next to you, glaring at Diego who had still been staring at you, waiting for a good explanation.

You didn’t have one.

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The TV in the living room was on when you got home from work. Laying on the couch, hands tucked under his cheek, you found Five fast asleep.

He hadn’t told you he would visit. He must’ve dropped by impromptu.

Covering him with the blanket he had tossed to the side, you muted the TV. He would probably need the light when he woke up to go to the bathroom.

He grabbed your hand before you could leave. Wincing, you whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

“How was work?” He sleepily asked.

“We can talk in the morning. Get some rest.”

“Did you have a good day?”

Desperate for Five to get a few more hours of sleep, you nodded.

He didn’t let go of your hand, curling up on the couch. Whispering his name, you shook your wrist so he’d loosen his grip.

He mumbled something, but you didn’t understand what it was. His face was red, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Mmmh?” you prompted him to say it again.

“I needed you with me too.”

You kneeled on the rug, resting your chin on the arm of the couch. “You could’ve taken me with you.”

Scoffing, Five shifted on the couch to sit up. He let go of your hand, burying his fingers in his hair, tossing the dark locks to one side as he gripped them.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. You weren’t there. You didn’t watch everyone you love lying dead at your feet.”

“I had to lose you,” you reminded him, “and my parents in the span of two years.”

He whistled by mistake as he inhaled.

You didn’t let him speak. “I lived through hell staying with my uncle, you know how much he hated me. And I hated college but it was better than staying with people who blamed me for my mother’s death.”

“And then you chose Diego.”

“What does Diego have to do with anything?!”

“The last thing you said to me was that you needed me, but you still moved on.”

Calling it moving on was an insult. You had been willing to put your life on hold in case he came back, to be alone until he miraculously appeared one day and filled the void.

That was what lead you to Diego. Both of you were aware of the reason why you attracted the other — it hurt at times, not having your partner all for yourself, but you couldn’t complain when you weren’t completely his.

“You think I didn’t wait for you?” You chuckled bitterly. “Five, I swore we would get married and have a perfect life. But everything is easier at thirteen.”

He mocked you, “Oh, and you thought Diego would give you the perfect life you wanted?”

“No!” you yelled. “I just... I woke up, I guess.”

Five turned to his side to look at you. “Fall asleep again.”

“Five...”

“Do it. I’ll make it right this time.”

Your voice betrayed you by breaking. “What if you have to disappear again?”

He squeezed his eyes closed. For once, Five didn’t have an answer to your inquires, not even a sarcastic one.

You sniffed.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, placing his hands on top of yours. “Don’t cry, please. I hate seeing you like this.

You twisted your hands so your palms would be against his, fingers finding their way between his nimble ones. “I don’t want to go through all of that again.”

“I’ll take you with me if I have to,” he promised, dropping his head on top of yours.

He just wanted to stay there, inhaling the scent of your perfume. Five felt safe with your hands in his, actually safe — he could close his eyes and not worry about horrendous flashbacks,

You were there with him, not dead on the ground next to his siblings. He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, drawing circles on your soft skin.

“My knees hurt.”

Laughing softly, he moved away from you so you could stand up.

Five followed you with his eyes, twisting his body as you sat down beside him, rubbing your palms against your knees.

You gazed at him with watery eyes, bringing your hand to his face, tracing his jaw. God, you used to annoy him when you were kids, telling him he looked ugly every time he clenched it.

Smiling at the memory, you felt the movement of his muscles as he mirrored your smile.

“You still have dimples,” you told him, removing your hand so you could look at him properly.

He hurried to take your hand again, palm against the back of yours as he gripped it.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“You’re avoiding giving me an answer,” he observed, grip tightening around your hand.

You shook your head effusively. “It’s no secret I would follow you to the end of the world. Literally.”

“But this...” Five breathed out, “this is more than that, (Name).”

“You can’t even say it,” you mused, “and here I am, willing to give you everything I have and more.”

With his free hand, he cupped your cheek. “Don’t be stupid. It’s mutual, and I have no problem with expressing the way I feel.”

“What did you mean by ‘more than that’, then? Do you fear for my safety?”

“No.” He quickly rectified, “I do worry about your safety, but I’m capable of keeping both of us safe. I meant... things beyond being in danger and getting worried. That’s easy for us.”

You nodded against his warm palm, sensing he had more to say.

”I want normal things for us, good things. I don’t know how well I will do. I need you to know that, to be okay with me.”

It was like seeing that thirteen-year-old again, desperate to have the approval of his authority figure.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was ten,” you confessed through a breathy laugh. “You were insufferable, but I didn’t care. I’ve always been okay with you, even when you were an asshole to me.”

“I was trying to get your attention.”

“I know that now.”

His eyes, full of emotion, focused on yours. You didn’t care if he wanted to make sure you weren’t lying, taking offense would’ve been dismissing everything he had gone through.

His eyes fell onto your lips. “Should I...”

“If you want.”

Bumping your nose as he dove in, he caught your lips between his in a clumsy kiss. You held the back of his head with your free hand, pulling him closer.

He let you guide him, getting more confident as he went on. You tilted your head to the other side, sliding your hand off his to place it on his shoulder.

Before pulling away, you gave him short kisses. Feeling him smile against your lips had to be the best thing in the world.

Suddenly, he remembered, “Hey, did you eat anything for dinner?”

“No...” Before he could chastise you or complain, you asked, “Do you want a sandwich?”

“Sure.”

You gave him a final short kiss. “Pick a movie, yeah? Whichever you want.”

“God, I love you.”

Five’s love for you had only grown throughout all those years. Thinking about the time you had spent together as kids kept him going; it had been a bittersweet coping mechanism.

Nothing compared to his love for you growing with you there.

He didn’t know how he had survived without the swelling in his chest upon watching you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from across the room while he waited for you to press play on the first movie he found.

He only knew he would never let go of it.