#number five x y/n

[messers-moony]

That Feeling | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five has never felt safe with anyone in his life, until her.

Prompt: Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Five Hargreeves was an ass. There is no way to sugarcoat and no need to. Five Hargreeves was the embodiment of a bitter old man. Supposedly that’s exactly what he was despite his appearance. So when Y/n showed up - a close friend of Klaus - he was not particularly happy with the new arrangements. 

The girl - mentally and physically sixteen - easily won over Allison, Vanya, and obviously Klaus, surprisingly even Diego. Luther still seemed hesitant, but Five was distant. He was staying as far away from the girl as he could. Five was cold and bitter - kept to himself. 

During the day, Y/n worked as a barista at a coffee shop, and during the evenings, she’d come to the Umbrella Academy estate with baked goods from her shop. Five wouldn’t admit it, but his heart always got warmed at the sight of a coffee and donut just for him. Both items sat on the kitchen table with a note - always different. 

“Five’s stuff.”

It made him smile that despite never talking to her that she always made an effort to make him happy. That’s just how Y/n was, though—constantly making sacrifices and decisions to make other people happy despite her own feelings. 

Y/n would sit through movies she’d seen just to see Vanya light up. She’d come to events with Allison - despite her intense dislike for populated places - just to see her complete her goals. She’d make an effort to attend Diego’s boxing matches to cheer him on, even if she didn’t want to spend her Saturday in a sweaty gym. Y/n would let Klaus rant for days about his past lover even if it made her uncomfortable because the one she loved didn’t love her back. Hell, she sat with Luther in the living room, letting him lecture her about the moon. 

Five realized then how much she was willing to put before herself—the complete opposite of him. For the most part, Five always put himself first but seeing her put everyone before her. Maybe it made him reconsider his decisions. Little steps, he’d find her backpack and leave index cards with messages in his signature handwriting.

“You made my day today.”

“Thank you for the donut.”

“I hope you had a good day.”

He’d leave different messages on the five by 3-inch index card. Y/n wouldn’t admit it, but it made her cheeks blossom with magenta and her stomach fill with butterflies. It would warm her even on the coldest snowy days and race her heart to the max. Five’s notes meant the world to her even if he didn’t know it - and he didn’t. Five Hargreeves had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea he was playing with her feelings. 

On occasion, he’d visit her at her work. Five would sit at a booth with his notebook and pen - a pen she got for him during a Christmas - just sitting there working on equations. Most people would believe that Five hated snowy days, but that couldn’t be any more false, and it was because of her. He adored the way snowflakes littered her hair. The way she took off her hat and tried to flatten her hair. The flush of her cheeks. The way she applied chapstick to her lips every hour. He’d do anything to know what it tasted like on her lips. 

Would it be Cherry? Maybe strawberry. No, she despised strawberry. It had to be mint. Y/n loved peppermint. He noticed the way her drinks changed. During the fall, a pumpkin spice. During the winter, peppermint mocha. During the spring, iced latte. During the summer, iced cold brew. Five noticed, he noticed everything about her. 

On the fifth week, Y/n decided to sit with him during her break, “Afternoon, Hargreeves.”

Y/n slid him a coffee and donut, “Afternoon, L/n.”

“So, come to stalk me at work? Couldn’t take being away from me?” Y/n teased, and Five’s cheeks lit aflame, “I like the shop. I didn’t know you worked here at first.” He lied. 

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “You never read the coffee shop name on your cup when I brought you home coffee?”

“No.”

“Interesting.”

Silence. Beautiful, peaceful silence aside from the chatter in the store. But silence between the two. Five found great pleasure in silence, particularly her silence. Y/n’s presence alone could make him feel jittery yet focused at the same time. She made his heart race and cheeks turn pink. How could she do that? No one had managed that before. It made him wonder how he kept his distance for so long. She’d been coming around the mansion since she was fourteen, and now they were both sixteen. 

“Whatcha working on?”

Five snapped out of his reverie, “Equations.”

“For?” Y/n gestured.

“Time travel.”

Y/n tilted her head, intrigued, “Time travel, huh? You planning on leaving us?” 

“No, never. I’ve already done it once. I’ll never do it again.” Five confessed, letting his walls slip momentarily, hoping she didn’t notice, but she did. 

“What happened the first time around?”

Five gave her a look, eyes glossed, hands unable to keep still, “Apocalypse.” The word was barely whispered, but she knew. 

“No need to continue; it hurts you. I can tell. But when you’re ready, we can talk, okay?” Y/n replied, placing her hands over his fidgeting ones. 

She began to rise from the table, but Five needed this - he needed her, “Wait, please. I want to talk about it.”

Y/n slipped back into the booth without a sound, “It was awful. There was nothing around, and everything was on fire.” It was impossible to keep his hands still now, “I saw my siblings dead. I had gone seventeen years in the future into the world completely obliterated.”

“I- I stayed there. For forty-some years until a woman showed up telling me, she had a job for me. I didn’t- I didn’t know the job was going to make me a killing machine. So for barely five years, I killed people. When I got my equations right.” He motioned to the notebook in front of him, “Or I thought I had them right I time travel back home to save the world. I saved the world twice before coming home to peace.”

Through explaining, not a tear had dropped, maybe talking did make things better, “A year later, Klaus invited you over. Then you came around a lot more. I didn’t know how to feel. But even after me being a dick to you, you still left me coffee and donuts.” 

“You were so kind, and I didn’t know how to embrace it. I didn’t want to ruin you.” 

Y/n chuckled, “You’d never ruin me. Now-“ Y/n stood from the table, “My break is over, but we can talk at the Academy, okay?” 

Five nodded and hummed. Y/n leaned over and kissed his forehead, “Good.”

He felt giddy, and he didn’t know why. But the moment her lips were placed on his forehead, he was overwhelmed with a certain happiness. It flooded his body like a dam breaking - crashed in without warning. Five’s cheeks turned just the slightest bit red, and his hands moved constantly. His leg going up and down at a rapid pace. For the first time, Five felt shy. 

Regardless, moments later, Five packed up all his stuff and left for the Academy. His room felt dull compared to every other place in the house. Of course, it bared toys from when he was a boy that he never parted with and equations on the walls, but it felt so depressing - so bleak. 

It was hours later when Y/n announced her entrance. But it made Five almost jump with joy as usual Y/n placed down her belongings on the kitchen table along with pastries and coffees. Klaus and Allison shortly made their way into the room. Allison reached for the beverage with her name on it while Klaus kissed Y/n’s cheek. 

“You are a doll.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hush and eat your doughnuts.”

“Mm!” Allison exclaimed happily, “How do you always know what I’m craving?”

“I have many talents.”

“Like curing Number Five assholery?” Klaus teased. 

Five halted his movements and stayed hidden beside the kitchen, “Five’s sweet.” Y/n retorted, making Allison scoff. 

“Five is not sweet.” 

“I beg to differ.”

“Beg to differ all you want.” Klaus replied, “But he’s just as bitter as his coffee.”

The chatter seized after that. Assuming Klaus dug into the doughnuts and Allison sipping her drink. Y/n slipped away unnoticed by the duo but not by Five. He noticed everything. Eventually, she came up to his room, where he quickly spatial jumped inside. 

“Hey, Five.” Y/n greeted, “Hey.” 

“I know you may not want to, but would you like to continue our conversation from earlier?” 

“I’d love that.” Five smiled. 

Y/n took her seat on his desk chair while Five sat at the foot of his bed. He explained everything. From letter A all the way to letter Z. No cracks were left, and every hole was filled. Five didn’t get sidetracked while telling a story; he stayed focused and determined. Y/n was a fantastic listener. Five learned. She didn’t interrupt or make any judgments. She just listened. 

It felt like bricks had been lifted from his shoulders when he released an air of breath after reciting the story. Y/n’s coffee had gone frigid, and her back began to hurt from the position in the chair, but it was worth it because she was getting to know him. 

They ended up on his bed. His head was on her chest as she ran her fingers through his brunet hair. It felt like the purest silk and the softest fleece. It was cool to the touch, and her movements made Five extremely sleepy. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he thought. Perhaps Five felt like a dog warming up to someone entering his territory. But right now, she felt like home. 

“I’ve never felt this safe before.” Five confessed quietly, so quiet Y/n almost didn’t hear him, “I feel- I feel at home.”

“Get some rest, pretty boy. We can talk about this later.” 

Five’s cheeks flushed and turned a brilliant red. The tips of his ears were the slightest pink and his neck clouded with cotton Candy pink. Suddenly his face was hot to the touch, and he couldn’t stop smiling. There was that feeling again - the feeling he couldn’t name but could only describe. He felt like a boy again, that naive little boy with nothing but ambition. Y/n would bring out the best of him, and perhaps for once, Five could feel solace. 

[m4nd0l0r]

Hungered Sin.

Description: Desire is a humanly feeling, it bubbles and foams— and it’s either one acts upon it, or let it simmer pathetically down the drain.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k (this was supposed to be short uhhh)

Author’s Note: (short note 4 tonight :”)) guess who wrote this at 2am….. i did— this is just pure horny (smut (not piv LMFAO) specifically) (about temptation and what not) born from their parent named academic stress (cough i struggled writing this a little so if its clunky..i’m sorry 😭)… if this has any typos- welp…i’ll going to fix any of those… in the morning (or someday we’ll never know)!— anyway- i hope you giys like this one! (i loved writing this even tho i fought tooth and nail w my docs w this-) (likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! they motivate sm fr)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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“Can I hug you?” 

You asked him in a soft breath, dressed in a dark pinkish mauve turtleneck. It was somewhat tight, wrapping its cloth unto your body as if it were some sort of clay. It wasn’t your usual color, always somewhat preferring something else— and yet Five still stares, focusing, and as entranced as he can be. 

His eyes always find their way trailing to wherever he pleases. A ‘curious’ look coats his pupils as he unabashedly stares. And you plainly see it, every damn time— he doesn’t even try to hide it. 

He always, always- made himself obvious, as if he was letting you watch himself unfold right in front of you. 

And as you look him in the eye, daring to lick your bottom lip right in front of him. You don’t ask him why he stares, because you’re doing this on purpose. The glint in your pupils was too mischievous, even from you. 

Five has a good eye, that’s something you were- if not, need to be- sure of. 

He notices everything— he just does. It would be stupid to assume he wasn’t keen- observant even. 

Every time his fingers fasten his blazer- his wrists, swivelling as he adjusts his cuffs— or even when he holds something- even just a bottle, it always intrigues you— makes you cast your eyes right to his fingertips, a devilish gleam coats you. 

Honestly, he questions whenever you gawk unto his hands- supposedly, there was nothing much to marvel at. Blunt clean fingernails to keep jobs easier— filled with callouses from working with digging off scraps, adjusting weapons to fit his precision- his knuckles whitening from the amount of times skin has been scraped off and bloodied. 

And yet, you were so enthralled with such a simple thing- to the point that it drives him mad- Insane even, it surprises him on how you could be so interested in something so plain. 

But he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t amused. 

A tingly, warm feeling courses through Five’s veins as if he were some sort of addict, injecting himself with what the world can offer, and in this case, it was need. 

“Of course, angel.” His voice low, it rolls smoothly as if it were silk. 

A realization settled on his part- it was also want. The impulse to feel, to fully caress, he wants to embrace you even closer, to further bind you to his skin— your blood simultaneously pumps through your heart as his syncs with yours. 

The burning itch, as if flames would eat him alive if he dares not to think of it— to not think of pressing his lips up to the back of your neck, or on the crook by your pulse. 

The sheer pure want that settles into his lungs, the urge to breathe you in— He stops himself, letting himself feel you suddenly leave open kisses onto his face, a wind’s touch to clouds; light yet so rousing. 

“That wasn’t part of your deal.” Five teases, you only sigh unto his cheek, chuckling. 

“C’mon- can’t I kiss you out of all people?” Your voice drawls, a raised brow is drawn from your face. It only serves to make him laugh. 

“You don’t even need to ask.” He clarifies, shaking his own head. Your mouth shapes itself like clay, and he only sees your toothy smile— it was genuine; an artisan’s craft, and he merely admires it.  

Your lips press down almost roughly but still so soft as you hold his face by your palms. Your breath tickling his skin as if you were the sun to the sea. And one kiss after another, he was sure you would leave kiss marks, and as much as he hated messes, damn it- he likes it. 

He felt perverted, for liking it this much— your simple kisses bubbled something in his chest, and it was drowning him. 

It was as if something set off in him; a fire fed with fuel, as he felt your fingertips slide further by his ears, right at the crook of his nape.  You lightly caress his head as you leave another kiss right beside his mouth- and he only leans in further. 

His hands slip- wrapping his fingers unto yours as he guides them down from his own face to his upper arms. Your face quivers in confusion, but it fades, his palms hike down to your sides, to your waist— He pulls you close to him, pushing his lips to yours. 

You merely open your mouth, his tongue muffling a sound that escapes your throat— You grip onto his shoulders almost tightly, and his only reaction was a smile that you felt form on your own lips. He lets his hands slither underneath your sweater, caressing so softly to your supple skin. 

And he was sure— that he fell into this trap, letting himself become strung unto the threads of temptation. That this hunger for you has grown as each day passes, and his need to feast merely grows precariously; an invasive weed to a perfect field. 

He presses himself closer to you, throwing you off- and his hands only further skid through the creases of your back— the pads of his fingertips cold compared to the warmth of your skin. He can’t help it— the pure festered desire just can’t quell itself, and all he finds himself wanting is more. 

Adjusting his head, he tilts himself, your teeth bump into each other but he doesn’t mind— he wants this, he needs to be closer- and god— Your hips pressed to his, roughly shifting yourself to match his movements. His pelvis teasingly slides down, hiking back up and burying himself unto your own, your body tenses.

He slips out a shaky groan— He could have sworn he felt his own eyes flutter out of shock. His fingers almost painfully dig down to your skin, and you hum in response. “Fuck.“ His eyes roll, a guttural grunt slipping again from his throat. Before you could even come back to the depths of his lips— His hands- still underneath your sweater- trail to your bare sides, making you shudder. 

He almost stopped- a small impulse sprouts itself to go back up and to press his lips against yours— But he doesn’t— feeling you push yourself to his palms, urging- silently pleading him to continue— and his laugh vibrates, a searing sensation against you. 

“You really want this?” He whispers to your ear, warm to your flushed skin. You merely form a small serpentine grin, not even hesitating to murmur a silken yes so low he almost didn’t even hear it- yet, it dares to shudder a ripple unto his own spine.

He drags his lips again unto you— and you only huff breathily, echoing a hum of pleasure as Five trails up. His hands grasp unto you, and he forces himself to watch, to see the glint of deconcentration that shone in your eyes because of him. How your mouth shaped into an “O” just as you felt him touch— The way you tried to hide your now aflamed face, only receiving another chuckle as his fingers slipped even lower, briefly touching your waist. 

Damn it- This— you were a pure act of desecration; the destroying of his own control. It was irreverent-  sinful, to even think that he needs, desires you this much. 

It was as if he were a man desperate to get even a drop from an oasis’s springs in a desert full of sand and grime threatening to choke him with each breath he takes; he was simply feeling something quell in his throat, it was as if it were thirst— or even worse, it was hunger. 

He knows— Fascination wraps unto him; an anchor into the depths of desire.

And all his sight lets him conjure is you, the one who plagues his dreams with temptation— merely watching him sink down with it. 

[cannibalizedyke]

Hey!Can you please write something about five hargreeves with an angry love confession?tysm i love your writing

"Why won't you let me do anything?" you demanded. "I'm capable of taking care of myself! You don't need to baby me!"

Five swiveled around angrily. "I don't care if you can take care of yourself! Those people are better than you, they could hurt you! I don't want you risking that happening!"

"Why do you even care?" you snapped. "It's my life, not yours!"

"I care because I'm in love with you!" he yelled.

You both went silent.

Five turned away, embarrassed and angry and in so much pain. "I've lost so much," he whispered. "I don't want to lose you too."

"Oh, Five..." you murmured. You took a tentative step closer, then another. You put your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. "I love you too."

Five slumped against you. "I'm sorry for yelling."

"It's okay." You kissed his cheek. "I am too. I just... I don't want anything to happen to you either. I want to be able to protect you."

Five sighed. "I know."

"How about we protect each other, okay?" You pulled away so you could look at him. "As long as we're together, we'll never let anything happen to each other."

Five nodded. "Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

[stvrchaser]

destined or doomed?

( pairing ) : five hargreeves x reader

( about ) : five makes a discovery about his future self and the life he’s setting himself up for

( warnings ) : angst, five being oblivious so they’re kind of a mess (don't worry, there’s fluff at the end. they stressed me out so i thought they deserved a happy moment before i inevitably destroy them)

( words ) : 2600

( note ) : you know that scene in ep4 where five finds out his future self invents the place that literally made him a killer who had to live with the guilt of every life he’s taken but then they never talk about it again? yeah. here’s my take on the mental breakdown that could have ensued after that. (oh and watch out for a pt2. did you really think i was gonna end the pain here?)

edit: here’s part 2 !!

“All that will be left is… oblivion.”

It’s a chilling warning to begin with, a prophesied forthcoming of the end — the end of everything. Uneasiness pricks at your skin, your mind unsure of how to process what you’re seeing and hearing. Here lies the creator of the sole protector of order across the timelines and he’s… unanticipated. He’s a simultaneous friend and stranger.

It’s a chilling warning to begin with, a prophesied forthcoming of the end — the end of everything. Uneasiness pricks at your skin, your mind unsure of how to process what you’re seeing and hearing. Here lies the creator of the sole protector of order across the timelines and he’s… unanticipated. He’s a simultaneous friend and stranger.

He’s Five Hargreeves, decades into the future, the barely breathing image of Death.

“What do you mean?” Lila inquires, similarly baffled by the scene at play.

“This is what you have coming,” Five tells his younger self. Of all the abnormalities you’ve been dealing with in the past couple of weeks, this takes the cake by far. In between supernatural abilities, the end of the world, and all the moments in between, this seems the most ridiculous, somehow. You would have never imagined, not in your wildest dreams, that Five — so full of fire and life for as long as you’ve known each other — would someday be reduced to gaunt remains to power the ruins of the Commission. It’s just not right. Five is meant to see the world, to immerse himself in the wonderful things it has to offer. He’s not supposed to be tied down to a machine, stripped of life and humanity.

“Listen to me, you ass,” Five begins. Frustrated, he seems tempted to throttle himself for answers. “I just spent the last 20 days running around, saving the world from apocalypses, only to keep trying to save the world. Now I’m stuck in this pubescent body, my hormones are raging, and all I wanna do is go out and buy a 1970s Corvette Stingray.” He speaks through gritted teeth, low and intended entirely for himself. You hurt for him, really. He’s so tired all the time. He deserves a break, you figure. All versions of him.

“Take it easy on him, Five,” you say. Is it strange to feel sympathy for this distant imitation of the Five you know? It should be, considering he’s lived years ahead of the man you’re familiar with. He’s barely even looked at you. Should he matter to you? Is it possible that this version of Five doesn’t know you? But regardless of whether or not you’re acquainted, they’re the same, aren’t they? Five Hargreeves will always be stubborn, and it seems heroics are also in his nature. He intends to repair, to salvage. He wouldn’t live his last prolonged breaths in this facility if he didn’t have a greater purpose.

“Maybe they’re right,” Lila agrees, giving you a weary look. “He’s hanging by a thread. It might be best if—”

“This is between me and myself, so stay out of it.” Under different circumstances, you might berate him for being rude, but you understand his distress. Instead, you stay silent, settling for giving Lila an apologetic look. “Thank you,” he mutters, appreciative.

The second that he turns back to you, you try to look calm. You try to show him the unconditional support he’ll always have so long as you’re around, hoping to somehow communicate it as genuinely as humanly possible. If it works, you’re not sure. Five turns away almost immediately.

“Now, this Kugelblitz, it isn’t some tiny leak that we can fix by patching a couple of pinholes. It’s a giant trash compactor which is grinding up the universe and consuming it whole. So tell me how you stop it!” Guiltily, you watch him tremble with rage. A part of you, despite wanting to grant him space and privacy, feels helpless. You want to help, but Five has always insisted he do things alone. If you were to offer, would he even accept?

“Whatever you do,” his older counterpart gasps, the steady beeping of his heart monitor gradually quickening, “…don't save the world.”

What?

Now, that doesn’t sound like the Five you know. What happened to the man so desperate to save his family? What happened to that insufferable determination to live?

“Dont… or you will lose everything that matters.” For a second, you think the older Five purposefully turns to you, almost as if he’s talking directly to you. For the first time, he meets your gaze. Unexpectedly, he looks mournful. Why? What does he have to mourn? He’s the one dying, not you. What is he grieving? Suddenly, you think you did know each other, after all.

Until when?

“What do you mean, don't save… Five!” he panics as the whirring of the machine starts to die down. His older self has gone still, eyes blank and his body lifeless. “No,” Five starts again. “How do I fix this?”

You reach forward, searching for a pulse. You flinch at the contact but don’t find the steady rhythm you’re hoping for. This confounding remainder of a man, despite passing merely seconds ago, feels cold. He’s completely and utterly lifeless and his lack of consciousness is almost tangible. It was almost as if you could feel that his soul had parted with his body.

“He's dead, Five.” He inhales a sharp breath like he might start crying. Expectedly, he turns away from you. He hides. Five has a tendency to seclude himself behind a set of walls that you insist aren’t necessary. He turns to them anyway, a constant companion and a trusted salvation. 

“Can I have the room?”

“Five, do you really think that’s a good idea?” You know it isn’t. It isn’t healthy at all to let anyone bottle up their emotions the way he does. Still, you respect his decision when he inevitably declines the offer. He’s grieving. He needs time. What he needs, you’ll give.

“Y/N, please. I need the room.” You sigh.

“Alright. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

 ミ★

Five hasn’t talked about it since you left. He insisted on coming back to the hotel. Immediately. Yes, you decided to grant him his respite, but you assumed he would at least bring it up. Why won’t he bring it up?

“I know you want to ask. Go ahead,” he offers. Turned away, pouring himself another glass of wine or vodka or whatever the end of the world has to offer for refreshments, Five is impossible to read. His voice doesn’t betray any hint of emotion and neither will his face.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You bristle.

“What’s the point of letting me ask if you’re going to lie to me anyway?”

“I just watched myself die.”

“I know, Five. I was there. Why else do you think I’m so worried?” He turns in his chair, still emotionless when he meets your gaze. If two opposites are supposed to neutralize each other, you’ve defeated the odds. He’s too calm, uncaring, and it makes your blood boil.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He doesn’t even snap at you. Sure, he sounds exhausted but that’s all there is to it — tiredness. Not at all does he seem interested in solving the issue at hand. He’s not calculating the odds, mind almost loud enough to be heard, not like he was the first two times he’d tried to save the world. 

“Well, how do you feel, for starters?

“I was… what? One-hundred?” he dismisses, incredulously considering the circumstances, “I’d lived an entire lifetime ahead of myself now. What do I have to sympathize with? Chances are he barely remembers anything from this point in time.”

“What do you — what do you have to sympathize with?” you echo, outraged. “It’s you, Five! You just watched yourself, fifty or so years into the future hooked up to machines. And for what? So you could keep the Commission running? You know what that place can do to a person. Aren’t you upset about that?”

“Apparently not, seeing as I created it.”

“And nothing about that seems off to you? I mean, not just for yourself right now, but what about everyone else? What about others, people like me and Lila, who were… that place robbed us all of everything, Five. Do you honestly believe that you could make the Commission knowing all that you do right now?”

“We don’t know what will happen between now and then.”

“If we don’t even try to save the world, we’ll never find out.” He takes a moment to consider your point. At least, you hope that’s what he’s doing, not forming another argument.

“Why does this mean so much to you?” It’s your turn to hesitate. Why does it? Mean so much to you, that is. If the Commission is established in this timeline, the guilt isn’t placed on you. You won’t be repeating history. Five will.

But why should he? You don’t think it’s a decision you’ll ever understand, certainly not one you’ll ever agree with. But when he does, what happens to the two of you? Is this how you lose each other? 

Because I never would have let you do this to yourself all over again, you want to say. Because the only reason you could have ever done this is if I wasn’t there to stop you.

“Why does it mean so little to you?”

“I would have never met you if it weren’t for the Commission,” he says, and it stings because he’s right. The two of you would have never met. But what does that matter in comparison to the universe at risk? Five could live on without you. He already has.

“That price… in exchange for the life you should have had. If you gain the power between now and later to start the Commission, you’ll have the power to go home, Five. You can fix the problem before your younger self even finds out about it. There doesn’t have to be an apocalypse. Viktor doesn’t have to be the catalyst. You don’t have to be the savior. You wouldn’t have to worry about all this.” You try to contain your tears, blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. “You can save yourself. You can save your family.”

“You know that’s not how it works. I can’t meddle with time for my own benefit. That’s not the purpose of the Commission.”

“This isn’t about the Commission, it’s about you! The whole point of me starting this conversation is because I care about you!”

Five internally, but visibly, battles with himself in the futile attempt to understand what this entails. You care about him. You care about him? To the same extent that he cares for a good bottle of whiskey or a fresh brew of black coffee? Care in the same way he cared about preventing the apocalypse twenty days ago?

Or could it be possible that you care about him as much as he cares about you?

“You… care about me?” he asks, hesitantly. You scoff because it’s absolutely ridiculous.

“How could you possibly not know that by now?”

“What does that even mean?” he asks like the wind has been knocked out of his lungs.

He’s an idiot. That’s the only way to explain how this is all unfolding.

“You’re really gonna make me say it right now? Mid-argument?”

“Say what?”

“That I love you!”

Five can feel the world stop spinning beneath his feet. Or maybe it’s spinning too fast. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit. Maybe the Kugelblitz had come early and he’d experienced a death so merciful that he didn’t even realize he was dead. He’s in the afterlife, isn’t he? It’s the only plausible explanation. But, wait. That can’t be. He never particularly liked making you angry. Mean, maybe, but never angry. Especially not with him.

“Hello? Earth to Five? What? Did you short-circuit or something?”

“You love me,” he echoes without much thought. It isn’t that he doubts the meaning. He just needs to hear it again, from his own mouth, to make sure it’s real.

“Yes, I fucking love you!”

“Why are you angry?”

“Because you’re pissing me off!”

 Something about the passion, albeit unideal for a love confession, sparks something in him. He feels it bloom in his chest, climbing his veins and enclosing his entire body in thrill and relief all at once. Before he can consider what it means, he’s surging forward, pulling you in for a kiss.

Your open mouths collide and he isn’t too sure if it’s because you’d initially intended to welcome the kiss or if he'd interrupted your attempt to yell at him some more. If it’s the latter, your better judgement goes flying out the window because fuck if this doesn’t feel as good as you’d always imagined. He’s so warm and so gentle and so endearingly clumsy that it only makes you want to pull him closer. He tastes like good coffee — only the best — and you decide right then and there to let him have as many as he’d like if he’ll let you taste it on his lips again.

Five forgets how to think altogether.

“I love you,” he confesses in the split second that your lips part.

“What?” You freeze.

Oh. He’d said that out loud.

“I—”

“This isn’t… We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.” 

Five thinks he’ll fall to the floor and beg if it meant you could do it again.

You pull away, ashamed that you’ve forgotten how vulnerable he is. Five had just seen something unimaginably traumatic and, here you are, taking advantage of the situation.

Five doesn’t mind it so much. He doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, he’d entirely forgotten about the matter at hand. What had you two been fighting about? Is it the annihilation of all mankind? Is it the Commission?

“I’m so so sorry. You just watched yourself die, Five.” Oh, there’s that, too. “I don’t think this is the time. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking.”

“The time? Y/N, this is all the time we have,” he reminds you, his tone urgent while he continues to catch his breath.

“Not if we keep trying! We could have so much more than — what? Two days? We could have years.” Five sighs guiltily, and his stance on the subject is clear.

“If I try to save the world, that only means I live long enough to witness something worse than this — something terrible enough to make me want to create the Commission. You were right. I don’t want that any more than you do.” He takes a breath, his shoulders shaking as he does, and gets ahold of your hands, rubbing circles onto the back of your palms in attempt to calm you or himself, possibly both. He doesn’t look up again, just stares at your hands intertwined. “Besides, seeing as I live until… At some point, you’re not going to be there. I don’t want to have to live through that. I love you too much for that.”

You step closer, freeing one of your hands from his grasp to tilt his chin upward. Forced to meet your gaze, he stills, afraid. The expression is so foreign on his face and you want to wipe it away, forbid fear from marring someone so wonderful. So, you press a soft kiss to his lips, reveling in the feeling once again. This time, there’s less tension — only passion as you memorize the curve of his mouth and the languid caress of his hand across your cheek.

This is heaven. This is peace. You will take as much of it as you can, freed of the fear that, one day, either of you will have to live without it.

“You won’t have to. I won’t let that happen.”

[elegyofdionysus]

I've noticed in a lot of Five x Reader fics I've been reading that Reader is basically just female Klaus and I'm proud of the fact that Klaus is the standard of human we all aspire to be.

[v3rd3d14]

DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND... !

✰ a/n: alright everyone. come get y'all juice. here's the teeny tiny excerpt from my very-much-a-work-in-progress five fanfic !

✰ warnings: mentions of unal!v!ng

✰ synopsis: five x gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns for reader), reader & five are both 18 (physically of course); the reader was sent by the commission to kill number five by being mind-controlled by the handler. five is unaware of this, but he can tell the reader does not seem like themself. the reader doesn't typically like to kill on missions, so something seemed different this time.

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“you know that i don’t care for you.” five said.

“it’s true, you’ve made that very clear.” [y/n] responded.

“but that doesn’t mean i’m going to just sit here and watch you feel more and more miserable because of her. i won’t let that happen.” he said. and for the first time [y/n] felt he was being honest. sure, maybe he had been honest before but this was the first time they ever felt it. 

 there was a pause in the conversation. it wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a clear weight to his words. maybe five meant them more than usual, maybe [y/n] was hearing him clearer. but whatever the case, the lull in the conversation didn’t even feel like a lull, it felt like a wondering. wondering what five meant. wondering if [y/n] caught on. usually either of them would simply just make yet another sarcastic remark, but instead they just sat there. in wonder. 

 after a moment of brief silence and deep wondering, [y/n] smiled and then spoke. “although i appreciate the thoughtfulness, number five, i am not miserable. in fact, this seems to be the best mission i’ve gotten in a while.”

 “and why’s that?” five questioned.

 “because this time,” [y/n] said, “i get to kill you.”

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✰ all credit goes to me, v3rd3d14. do not copy, share, or repost my work without my permission.

✰ if you would like to be put on the taglist for the prologue / first chapter of the fic, please let me know!

[emo-smurf]

“I thought…..I thought you loved me”

“You thought wrong.”

Part two!

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Fives pov

I looked at the sight that had just taken place in front of me. I looked into the once joyful eyes of my loved one. Now, all the joy had vanished.

I carefully picked her up. My sweet Y/n, she doesn’t deserve this. But it’s the only way. I hope she’’ll understand that. I walked down the hallways of the house.

I finally made my way to the door. It was a bit of a struggle to open the door. But alas I was able to do so. I closed and locked the door. It’ll be quite some time until I see this house again.

I made my way to the car. I opened the door then gently places Y/n on the chair. I closed the door and went to the drivers seat. I started the car and left the driveway.

I turned on the radio. Was this the right decision? I hope so. But then again, it’s not like there is much of a choice in this situation. I looked to my right. Even when she was unconscious she still looked beautiful.

I looked back to the road. Just about 45 minutes until our destination. This sure will be fun!

A/N

Hello! How has your day been? I hope it’s been well. Well, Stay safe! I might post a part three tomorrow…I’ll try my best to post it soon.

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I've got a sinking feeling - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: You are very flirty with Five, and he's tricked himself into believing he hates it. He tells you to stop. Then he learns the hard way how much he took you for granted when you meet someone else.

Note: Five requests would be very appreciated! Thank you to those who sent requests on my last one shot.

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Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1.5k

Extra Information: Viisi means Five in Finnish. Five and Y/n were partners in the commission. They look seventeen or eighteen instead of thirteen. This one-shot takes place on the last episode of season one, and the entirety of season two.

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The Academy, Five's home, has just collapsed--courtesy of Vanya's new powers--and Five ordered his family to meet at Super Star Lanes bowling alley to come up with a new plan of action.

He grabs your wrist, blinking you with him. You're both in front of the bowling alley in a flash of blue.

Five takes a moment to pace around, not entering the building. The crisp, spring air bites at your earlobes as you hug your sides for warmth

"Hey, Viisi, can we go inside?" You look at him with a grimace and a pleading smile. He whips his head in your direction to glare at you, then strolls inside with a roll of his eyes. You follow in his stead.

The interior is heated, thankfully. Five informs the underpaid worker that his "parents" will be arriving shortly to pay for his bowling shoes. He takes a seat adjacent to Lane 6 and you sit next to him.

"So, how was the farewell with Delores? I know you two were close." You lean back in your seat, getting more comfortable while waiting for Five's siblings to arrive.

He does not look at you, his jaw ticks in annoyance.

"Come onnn, I know you're stressed, but this is your sister. I'm sure she's reasonable enough not to end the world." You turn towards him, leaning your elbows on your thighs and admiring his pretty face.

"No, it's not that." He scoffs, looking at you with a sneer.

You notice that his tie is crooked so you reach out to fix it, like you often do. It's sort of your thing.

He smacks your hand away and you raise an eyebrow.

"You okay Viisi?" You rub your hand a little, surprised. Normally, he lets you fix his tie with no problem. Although, he would grumble about it a little.

"God- No. I'm not okay." He puts his hands in his hair, gripping it slightly with an exasperated expression. "And stop calling me that."

"What?" You breathe with a smile of disbelief. "What's going on? Did something happen- Did I do something?" You lean away from him a little to give him more space.

"Stop, just stop it with the touching and the nicknames. I'm sick of it!" He looks at you with cold eyes. This is very unusual of him.

You cock your head to the side, trying to understand. "Five, I thought- I thought that was our thing! Y'know, the friendly banter and-"

"I know you're desperate for some sort of relationship with me, but I'm here to tell you that it's not going to happen. We were only ever co-workers." He says through gritted teeth, avoiding your eyes. "I'm telling you to stop pursuing me." You were never 'pursuing' him.

Usually you would brush this sort of behavior off, ignore it. Tell yourself that it's only because he's stressed. He's always stressed! Thinking back, he was never all that nice to you. Even in your Commission days.

You'd tricked yourself into thinking that maybe he thought you were special, or that you were at least his friend. His confidant.

You look at him with eyes full of hurt, which Five has never seen from you. He almost feels something bubbling up his throat, but the feeling dissipates quickly. "Have I made myself clear?" He says evenly.

You only nod, turning away so he doesn't see the tears prick at your eyes.

Five's siblings come inside and you two don't speak to each other again.

A year and seven months later (for you, at least.)

1963, Dallas Texas:

Five anxiously pulls at his tie after narrowly escaping three armed Swedish men. He had just watched his siblings, along with you, blow up in yet another nuclear explosion. It's left him oddly shaken up about how he treated you back in 2019.

He's pacing down the alley-way between the Commerse and Knox when he notices a flash atop the roof. A large camera of some sort.

A brown haired man closes his window briskly. That's strange.

Five teleports inside, scaling up a flight of stairs with cat-like agility. When he knocks on a door, the one beside him answers, revealing a mouse-y looking man in his early thirties. He looks at him with big, expectant eyes.

"What do you want." His tone is dripping with suspicion.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if-" Five gets a door to the face. He huffs, blinking inside after him.

The man, Elliot, jumps, yelping in fear and pulling out a butter-knife from his drawer of kitchen utensils. "H-how did you do that?" He hesitates, astonished.

Five looks at him with amusement. "Don't really have time to explain."

Elliot runs a hand through his unkempt brown hair, gripping the butter-knife in a feeble attempt to protect himself. "You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not."

"CIA? FBI? KGB?"

Five eyes up the kitchen, noticing a coffee pot on the other side of the room. "Is that fresh?" He uses his powers again, blinking himself right in front of the coffee pot.

Elliot screams, whipping his head back and forth between the place Five just was and the place he appeared. "What..." He pants, eyes wide.

"Elliot? You okay?" Five hears a faraway voice from another room. A familiar voice. "Who's with you?" It asks.

You appear from around the corner, presumably from Elliot's bedroom, looking almost two years older.

Five furrows his eyebrows and so do you. He breathes out your name is what you almost register as relief. But, you know better then to think that.

"Oh, Five. You're back." You say casually, nodding and crossing your arms. Five sets the coffee down, unwillingly noticing how you didn't call him by his nickname.

"How long have you been here?" He walks towards you, looking at your slightly different features. You changed your hair, he observes. He says nothing about it.

"A year and a half, I believe." You tap your chin in thought. Elliot glances between you two with interest or surprise.

"You two know each-other?" He puts the butter-knife back onto the counter with a small clatter.

You nod, shrugging. "We were co-workers." You send Elliot a reassuring, genuine smile.

Co-workers. Five doesn't like how the word rolled off your tongue.

He licks his lips, looking away. "You live here?" He asks you, though it was a silly question considering its obvious answer.

You nod with tight lipped smile, approaching Elliot. You fix his hair with your fingers and flip the collar of his flannel back down. "Did he scare you? I told you he could be a bit much."

Elliot exhales a shaky laugh at your words and actions as Five begins to feel a hot, frothy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He changes the subject. "Are my siblings here too?"

Elliot answers for you, looking back towards the teen again. "The other six anomalys- The power surges." He begins to look excited at this new discovery. "They're your siblings?"

Five ticks his jaw, ignoring him. "So they're alive..." He begins to pace around. "I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me..."

"Elliot." You tell him his name.

"Whatever, alright? I got ten days to find them and save the world." He points to you and Elliot. "Now, I need your help to do that."

Elliot is just so happy to be involved, his three year long project finally achieving some major development. He scrambles to find a certain newspaper scrap from his desk drawer. "You know what? I, uh..." He fumbles with it, handing it to Five.

"I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four."

"Diego." Five reads softly, then he twists around to face you. "You're coming with me." He states.

You hiss awkwardly through your teeth, avoiding his eyes. "Ohh, about that... Actually, Elliot and I were about to play scrabble."

Five narrows his eyes at you, barking your name. "The world is ending and you're just gonna play scrabble with this homebody?"

Elliot looks at his dusty wooden floors with a look of dejection.

"Uh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do." You lean against the door-frame with a bored expression. "I thought you wanted me to stop following you around like a lost puppy."

Five feels strange. "You know what? I don't need this." He blinks away to search for Diego.

When Five returns from the strip club, after a failed attempt of recruiting both Luther and Diego, he decides to test something. His fingers reach for his tie, pulling at it and skewing it. Perfectly crooked.

You couldn't resist fixing his tie, he knew this.

So why didn't you? He finds himself uncharacteristically frustrated about unresponsiveness.

As he demands that Elliot develop his Frankel Footage, his eyes trail to you occasionally, silently tempting you to straighten his tie.

Your eyes flicked to it once. However, you made no move to adjust it.

Five heaves a dramatic sigh, angrily fixes it, and leaves to look for Vanya.

He messed up before, he realizes. He feels like shit.

[ourgoddessathena]

Five : *Accidentally hits Y/N in the face*

Five : *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Five : "ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!"

Y/N : "What’s wrong with you?!"

[froggoon]

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She's my Angel I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! pt.2

WC: ~3,258 Warnings/Tags: Sexual Tension, Mentions of Abuse, Agedup!Five, Mentions of previous trauma, 18+

Summary: The Umbrella Academy saved the world, the Commission is no longer after them, the moon is in one piece and everyone’s lives start to fall back into place. Five attempts to start his life over again when Klaus brings home a girl with unusual shadow powers. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡

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The Apocalypse was over and Five Hargreaves did what he did best, drink and cope. The first few weeks of freedom he tried things he had missed early on in his childhood. It started when Viktor took him shopping for a new, more appropriate wardrobe, that someone who looked his age would wear. Then he would often visit the park just to admire the beauty of places that were once a baron landscape. And sometimes he just spent his time reading catching up on what he missed in the last few years.

But old habits die hard when you spend 54 years alone and the next 2 weeks desperate to save yourself and save your family. Maybe Klaus was right when he called the apocalypse his drug because, for a while, it was all he’d ever know.

Five hadn’t slept well in a long time and despite his newfound freedom without the looming feeling of impending doom. He would find himself waking up at 4 am to check his window and just to see if everything was real.

The Academy had been empty for a bit, the first week his family had stayed back to collect themselves, celebrate, and appreciate one another but slowly their lives fell back into place. Allison went back to Claire wanting to get back her career and her daughter back. Luther wanted to find his independence and took a small helping from his inheritance to live on his own. Diego and Lila had also moved out in hopes of continuing to grow their relationship and perhaps find happiness in normalcy. Viktor, now confident in himself wanting to explore the world more began traveling and meeting new people. To Five it felt like everyone had moved on, except him. He had been the one to jump through time, and now he felt like he was stuck in it.

However this morning, his silent coffee and breakfast time was interrupted but a surprisingly sober Klaus barging through the door with a girl no taller than 5’3 who looked as if she had been dragged through the mud and a forest in his arms.

“I didn’t know where to bring her she ran into me frantic and couldn’t speak much,”

“There wasn’t anyone chasing her so I have no idea where she came from and she’s in pretty bad shape.”

Klaus looked panicked, he felt bad for the beat-up girl in his arms but what could he do besides bring her to the place he knew could help her best.

Grace and Pogo immediately took action, bringing the girl into the spare room to care for her wounds.

“What makes you think you can just bring random people in here? She could be dangerous?”

Five arched his eyebrow at Klaus’s behavior. He wasn’t a trusting man but he trusted his brother’s intuition and the girl genuinely looked like she needed help.

“I couldn’t just leave her on the road. I’m not a bad person Five. There’s something different about her I swear.”

Five looked distrustful at what his brother was saying.

“Well, we’ll just have to see when she wakes up.”

The two went back to doing their own things in the Academy waiting for you to wake up.

————————-3 days later————————

The sun shone brightly in the room you stayed at. Your eyes slowly opened, blinking harshly to adjust to the shining light. You had no idea where you were, this new place was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Warm wood furniture decorated the walls, and the mattress you slept on seemed more comfy, soft, and warmer than your old hay-filled cot. Unsurprisingly your wounds ached but were clean nevertheless. You jumped when the door swung open to reveal a monkey? no an ape? in a suit. "Ah you're finally awake, Ill let the others know"

"I am Pogo by the way, please rest, we don't want your stitches reopening." Maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to you, but you listened to his words and laid back, staring at the large high ceilings waiting to see if whoever brought you here would be your like your old doctors. Back downstairs Pogo noticed Five pacing around in the living room. "Any troubles worrying you?" "Yes that girl, I can't find any information about her, she had no ID, no name card, I even looked around the area trying to track back where she came from, and nothing." Five glanced around, more cautious of his surroundings

"What if the commission sent her?" "This is not good, not good at all"

And with a quick turn, he teleported to the room of which his unwelcome guest occupied. A flash of blue interrupted your daydreams when a boy about your age in a green flannel, cargo pants, with slightly long side parted hair entered your space. Besides appearing out of nowhere he looked almost normal, but that didn't stop you from being scared. Shivering you pushed yourself back on the bed as far as you could to try to get away from him. Sensing your fear Five held out his hands as a way to show you some form of peace. Lowering one hand he slowly approached you. But the closer he came the farther back you shuffled. Something wasn't right Five thought. You were terrified of him, what had happened to you to cause you to be in such a state.

Hey Im not going to hurt you, I don't know who you are but Im not going to hurt you." Five could see that you weren't budging so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hazelnut toffee-flavored candy. He wasn't a big fan of sweets but had kept some from his last visit to a local coffee shop. "Here you must be a little hungry, it's good to see." He popped it in his mouth to show her that it was safe, not a trick. Slowly you reached out and touched his hand, grabbing the little treat, unwrapping it before letting the gooey sweet melt on your tongue. Five smiled at your reaction. "See? It was good." He thought you looked adorable with big doe eyes waiting to see if he had any more. He reached into his right pocket and pulled out another handle full of candies. "Ill give you one each time you answer a question. Can you do that for me?" You nodded slowly. "Okay, can you tell me your name?" "Angel" you pointed to yourself "Five" you pointed to him. You had heard Klaus shouting his name when you entered the house. "Angel? Do you have a last time?" "Five. Five Hargreeves" He pointed to himself. "Angel" You repeated. Okay maybe you didn't have a last name that was fine, at least he had gotten a name. He gave you another candy and watched you excitedly open it. "Okay Angel, another question where did you come from? Who or what were you running from?" "Doctor" you responded looking down. "What Doctor? What did he do to you." You felt like you should have known better than to trust the boy in front of you, but he looked so earnest so sweet, that you decided to show him your secret. Opening your fist a ball of shadows appeared in your hand before you tossed it into the air letting whatever light was in the room dissipate. Five knew what this had suggested. Whoever took you, held you captive, and experimented on you. Perhaps they were trying to make you into one of the unlucky 43. Another candy was handed to you.

“Show me more” Five demanded. You blinked at him slowly before he put another candy in your hand. “Show me.”

You looked at him and brought both your hands up into the air. He watched shadows run from the ground into the room and swirl around you. It appeared you could summon shadows at your will and control them.

“Good girl” and another candy as placed in your hand. "Tell me, Angel, do you know where or who it was? Do you know the name of the commission?" You stared at him blankly not understanding what he said. Before Five could ask any more questions Klaus had burst through the door. "My Angel! You are okay !" As he rushed towards you to grab your face. Stunned you jolted back from his presence. "Angel, that's why she called herself that, it's not her name, it’s what you called her!" Five went to smack Klaus in the back of the head when his hand was stopped by a shadow. "No hurt, Klaus friend" With heart eyes, Klaus dove into Angel's arms "LOOK AT MY ANGEL PROTECTING ME!!" With the gentleness of a newborn deer, Angel reached out to Klaus with a small sweet in her hand. "Candy?" "For me? Of course, Angel thank you!" Rolling his eyes at the scene Five teleported to his room to think. Where had this girl come from she had no name could barely speak and had a dark power with unknown consequences. Angel clad in Umbrella Academy uniform, and Klaus were in the living room when a flash appeared in the doorway. "Cinco! Where are you off to?" "Library I need to do some research." But just before he would reach for the doorknob a body was flung into his back. "Here take Angel with you, she needs a new set of clothes, can't have her wearing this uniform, you know all about that wouldn't you?" Klaus said as he shoved Angel forward. "I don't have time, I'm not a babysitter." Five expressed as he grabbed your arms and pushed you back. "Five...mad?" You looked up at Five with tears in your eyes. Reaching out to his face with his hand you softly pet his cheek. "Five...happy. Happy"

The time travelers face softened at the kindness you showed while trying to console him.

“I’m sorry Angel, yes Five is happy. Come on let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand ignoring the feeling of his heart when your soft skin wrapped around his.

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“Alright Angel, as cute as you look in the uniform we have to get you some normal clothes.”

Five looked over at you, but you were looking out the window. His green eyes passed over the cuts on your legs and the faint but visible bruises on your neck. It wondered him how someone could do this to you, turn a girl who seemed like an Angel into a shadow user. He parked the car at Gimble's before flashing to your side of the door to open it, Five was still a gentleman after all. "Okay now Angel, we're here to buy you some new clothes." You nodded your head to show you understood him and hopped out of the car excited to see the world around you. Being locked up for so long you had forgotten what the outside world looked like. Today the sky was blue with warm gusts of winds filling the air. People and families were seen chattering about. You reached out to grab Five's arm and pulled him closer to the store. Five chucked at your childlike antics, letting himself be whisked away by you. You dragged him to the dress section; some of the kinder doctors had given you books to look at to pass the time, many of them being princess books. There were cute frilly dresses that caught your eye immediately. Rushing forward you grabbed 3 dresses that might have suited you. With a sigh Five grabbed your shoulders wanting to tell you to go find some more practical everyday clothes. But after seeing the glimmer in your eye as if you found the most priceless thing...he couldn't bear take that away from you. "Come on Princess, let's go try them on." He ushered you to the changing room and waited outside. As he turned his back you grabbed his hand, but Five had yanked it back at the unexpected contact. He wasn't completely used to physical touch yet.

Ignoring this you grabbed his hand once more and tried to take him into the dressing room with you. "No Angel I can't go with you, just put on the dresses inside and Ill wait out here."

You had refused to let go of his hand. With another sign he allowed himself to be pulled into the confined space of the changing room. You quickly shimmied out of the uniform skirt and tie throwing it into a random corner. Five's face turned a deep scarlet red, although he was an older man the sight of your small and barely clothes body was enough to make him shift in his pants. Before he could embarrass himself any further he blinked out into the waiting room fanning his face as if he ran a marathon. There were small warning signs in his brain, don't get too attached, she doesn't know better, please don't get a boner right now. Trying to collect himself he put his hands in his face wanting to be anywhere but here right now. You interrupted his train of thought when you came out bouncing with a big smile on your face. The dress you picked out was a cute white summer dress that was white had thick straps tied on your shoulders. The skirt part stopped right above your knees and flared out with a twirl. You looked absolutely adorable, an Angel who wielded the power of a devil. "You look...beautiful" Five muffled through his hand. "Beautiful?" You questioned. "Yes you, Angel, you are beautiful." And as if your smile couldn't get any bigger, you ran and jumped into Five, his arms slowly wrapping around your frame to prevent you from falling.

"Five! Beautiful!" You smiled and pointed at him. Your fingers had graced his cheeks into a smile. Pointing at his dimple "Five! Beautiful" you repeated. "Oh, you think I'm beautiful Angel?" Five couldn't help but also feel happy and continue smiling, something about you felt like a breath of fresh air. His last few weeks had been nonstop paranoia and feeling the effects of an identity crisis, but hearing your laughter and seeing you call him beautiful, it felt as if he was actually living again. However, that didn't stop the nagging fear in the back of his mind of where you came from and what had happened to you. Perhaps it was the assassin in him that just couldn't let him...enjoy a moment. "Come on Angel, let’s get the rest of the dresses and pay. We need to head to the library before it closes." You nodded your head and skipped off to grab the rest of your dresses and clothes. You and Five stood at the cashier waiting to pay. "That will be 45.78." Five pulled out a 50 and felt your head lean on his shoulder. "Five, thank you." You looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in your eye. As he was retrieving his change you leaned up and placed your soft lips on the corner of his mouth. "Five happy?" He looked down at you and blushed "Yes Five is very happy." ————————The Library—————————- You were sat in Five's lap flipping through a picture book while he was doing research. Unfortunately, there was almost no information about any kind of suspicious activities in the area where they had found you or even how you even got to the city. Five had to expand his research on places that might have to do with experimental tests but with so little access he was found himself at a dead end. "Nothing! Absolutely Nothing!" Five yelled before slamming his notebook on the table. You jumped in his lap and covered your ears, eyes filling with heavy teardrops waiting to fall. "Shit Angel Im sorry come here." He cooed wrapping his arms around you for the fourth time today. Five pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and inhaled slowly. You smelt like a blooming meadow and a hint of cinnamon. Closing his eyes he rested his head on yours. It wasn't been often when he felt a peace like this, heck he didn’t even remember the last time he felt calm, other than when he was drinking or passed out after a mission. Your eyelashes fluttered on his neck as you began to press small kisses on his jawline. "Come on Angel what are you doing?" "Make Five happy. Kiss you" You mumbled and continued leaving marks on his neck and jaw. Five clenched his fists around you "Angel if you keep this us I'm not going to be able to hold back." Five groaned as he pulled you closer into his lap. And with his last bit of resolve, he blinked you guys back into the car. "Come on Angel let's go home." He kissed your cheek slightly to assure you he wasn't mad and drove the two of you back. ————————the academy———————--- "Mi hermano and Angel ! You guys are back" Klaus shouted from the couch he was currently lying on. You ran into the living room jumping in front of Klaus to show off your dress.

"My cutie Angel! You look so pretty!"

Klaus then swept you off your feet and into a fit of giggles. Five, who had been observing the scene from the bar was actively trying to fight off the green monster that was creeping up his heart. "Leave her alone Klaus we had a long day. Come on Angel let's have your shower and get ready for bed." It was obvious you needed to be cared for and Five had already begun to assume the role. Pulling out some extra pajamas Five had in his wardrobe he handed them to you before showing you the bathroom. "Shower here and come back to my room when you are done okay?" You nodded back and went into the bathroom. With a sign Five flopped on his back in bed wondering more about you. How could someone he just met cause him to feel such a way? Maybe it was his messed up time-traveling brain that was causing these emotions but deep down he knew he had a hidden attraction to you. He began to think more about your powers. You couldn't be part of the 43 because you were too young but you also showed an understanding of your abilities and more control than Viktor did when he first found out about his. Five would have to talk to you after you shower about your abilities. Small footsteps padded outside his room before stopping. The door swung open and there you stood wrapped in only a small towel Grace had given you. Five green eyes turned wide as you skipped into his room.. You had turned to grab the pajamas he had left you on the bed and dropped your towel. Five sat up instantly, his eyes wandered over the curve of your breasts and the plumpness of your backside. Being in the apocalypse and focused on getting back home to his family never allowed him much time for romance or women, besides Delores. You stood up as bare as the day you were born, nipples perked up at the cold air and you put the silk top and bottom on. Now properly clothed you turned to Five who was staring at you with eyes that rivaled a burning sun. In a blink, he was in front of you grabbing your waist with such a force it felt like you would disappear if he let go. Bringing his lips to your neck he kissed gently and dragged his face to meet your eyes. Soft despreate lips met plump shy ones as you and Five melted into each other. The kiss grew hungry, more desperate, both parties missing the feel of one another. The two of you fell back onto the bed with Five on top of you. Two souls both isolated from the world finally finding solstice in one another. All the questions Five had for you were gone from his mind, the only thing replacing it was the thought of how your body felt against his. A small hand reached into the front of Five's pants. "I want to help Five" You had whispered into his ear. It was going to be a long night.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ Authors note : I kinda of wrote this on a whim in the middle of the night. I’d want to make this into a full series although and go really in depth about Angel who she is and how she got her powers and I defiantly want to bring back the rest of the Hargreaves but I'm not sure when Ill have another creative burst.

[messers-moony]

FRIENDS | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five doesn’t like the relationship the reader has with Diego.

It was no secret Diego, and Y/n had a close relationship. The two had been practically inseparable since they were adopted. Admittedly it made all their siblings jealous with how close they were. 

Once Five disappeared, Y/n stayed thirteen, and Diego still stood by his sister's side. He even took her away from the horrid house they lived in since she couldn’t leave due to her young age. 

Throughout everything, the apocalypse and the doomsday, they stuck together. They even ended up in Dallas together. What a coincidence. 

Afterward, their relationship never faded, still the same old same old. All the Hargreeves lived in the house they resided in their entire childhood. 

“ Hey, babe. “ Diego commented as Y/n walked into the kitchen, “ Hey. “ Y/n yawned. 

However, the secret of the house was the young teenagers had a crush on each other. Five Hargreeves and Y/n Hargreeves had a crush on each other. But both teenagers were utterly oblivious. 

Five was sitting at the end of the kitchen table as he drank his coffee, watching the two bluntly flirt with each other. 

Diego smirked, “ Lookin good. “ Diego complimented, “ Shut up. “ Y/n replied. 

The girl grabbed herself a cup of coffee and sat herself down at the table. Laying her arms down and she laid her head down, still exhausted. 

“ You okay, doll? “ Diego asked as he continued cooking, and Y/n let out an incomprehensible groan.

Diego walked over and gently kissed her head, making Five growl. The boy spatial jumped away, annoyed the to brim. Y/n lifted her head to look at Diego, and they both shrugged. 

Later on in the day, when Y/n was actually awake and living, she checked on Five. Knocking on his door and heard no response until the door flew open. Five was mad, possibly even envious. Who is he kidding? He was jealous above all bars. 

Y/n coughed awkwardly, “ H- Hey Five. “ 

“ What are you and Diego? “ Five snapped at the nervous female, “ We’re friends. That’s all. “ Y/n responded hesitantly. 

Then a gasp was heard it was Diego, “ Y- You don’t like me? “ Diego joked, but Five obviously wasn’t taking it that way, “ We’re friends, Dee. “ Y/n replied, trying to hold her laughs. 

“ That isn’t what you told me last night! “ Diego yelled as he walked off, making Y/n scoff, “ You dickwad! “ Y/n shouted, smiling gleefully at her playful best friend. 

“ S- So it is true then. You and Diego are together? “ Five stuttered, “ No! “ Y/n yelled. 

Quickly she fixed her tone, “ No. He was being a dickhead and joking around. Plus, I’ve got my eyes on someone else. “ Y/n sheepishly admitted. 

“ Who? “ Five queried, and Y/n giggled, walking past him to sit on his bed. 

Five took a seat on his desk chair as Y/n looked around at the brilliant equations in a chalk font around the room. Five loved the way her face lit up when he spoke intelligently. 

“ Well, the guy I like is obviously my age, physically that is. It would be weird if he weren’t, even if I am thirty years old. “ Y/n began to ramble, making Five subconsciously smile and fiddle with a pencil, “ He’s like really brilliant. I’ve never met a guy with a mind like him. “ 

The girl laid back on his bed, gushing about her crush on him without him knowing, “ Five when I tell you he’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, I mean it. I mean, honestly, they’re my favorite feature about him. They’re so cute. “ Y/n continued, “ What color are they? “ Five inquired, trying to hide his smirk 

“ They’re like this really pretty greenish blue shade. In some lights, they look blue, but in most lights, they look green, and in others, they look like both. It’s the perfect amount of each color to make up the ideal hex code for an aquamarine color. “ Y/n answered, “ Oh! Not to mention his very dark brunette hair. Very cute and always soft. “ 

“ Do you have a crush on anyone? “ Y/n questioned, turning to the male sitting at the desk chair, “ Indeed I do. “ Five smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes lit up, “ I wanna hear about who’s got Five going soft! “ 

Five chuckled as he tapped his pencil, “ Well, she’s very playful, which kinda contradicts who I am, but she gets me to loosen up. I mean, she contradicts me in every way. It’s rather funny. “ Five explained with a breathy chuckle as Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

“ I mean, she’s my complete opposite. She’s caring, understanding, and happy. Meanwhile, I’m quite inconsiderate at times. I do care; I just don’t know how to show it, and most of the time, I’m serious or stern. “ Five elaborated, making Y/n nod her head, “ But she, she shows me how to change myself. Every day I’m around her, I feel like I’m growing more considerate, I’m learning how to show I care, and she teaches me how to be happy. “ Five said as a gorgeous smile graced his features. 

Y/n sighed, “ She sounds lovely. “ Y/n smiled. 

“ Oh, she is. “ Five boasted, “ Except there’s one guy that always gets in my way. “ Five almost sneered. 

Y/n sat up and tilted her head, “ He always flirts with her, and it drives me up the wall. “ Five confessed. 

“ Does this male happen to go by the name Diego Hargreeves? “ Y/n smirked, “ Ye- “ Five began until he realized he fell into her trap. 

The male blushed furiously as he looked down at his lap, fiddling his pencil, and Y/n chuckled, “ You’re so stupid. “ Y/n spoke. 

Five stood up from his chair and walked over to the female sitting on his bed. Gently he lifted her chin to meet his gaze and leaned down to kiss her. The girl instantly responded, and he laid her down as he climbed onto her. 

Finally, once he released the female from the long kiss, “ You’re mine. “ Five whispered, looking into her e/c eyes, “ I’m yours. “ Y/n smiled in response. 

Five let his arms go and just laid on top of her, his head in the crook of her neck, and both of the lovers just laid there. 

“ No more flirting with Diego. “ Five’s voice came out muffled from it being buried in her neck; Y/n giggled, “ Okay. “

Then the next morning, Five woke up holding a familiar female in his arms. Gently he kissed her forehead and walked downstairs to make coffee. Y/n came downstairs and sat on the counter beside the coffee pot, making Five smile. 

“ Good morning, doll. How’d you sleep? “ Diego smirked, expecting a flirtatious replied in response, “ She's mine. “ Five replied, kissing her cheek making Y/n blush. 

Diego’s jaw dropped to the floor, “ Finally! “ 

“ See Five, told you we were just friends. “ Y/n giggled, jumping off the counter. 

“ Yeah, just friends. “ 

[m4nd0l0r]

CHAPTER 2 - FLUORESCENTS

FIC MASTERLIST - PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Description: Artificial lights shone through all, each one laid out for the eyes to marvel upon. 

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s note: WARNING! non-sexual intimacy, non-graphic mention of child murder (for a mission) and a slightly graphic description of a decomposing corpse (im so sorry)

SWITCHBOARD TAPE 1: 11:37PM. August 21st, 1986. Brno, The Czech Republic. 

A strung out chord rang empty similar to a dislocated consciousness in the light. 

Water flows through your skin and down the drain, shaking the faucet weakly. The house’s bathroom light- fluorescent colors blear right through Five’s eyes as he scrubbed off vermillion from your skin. A stain to your existence; a mere blemish to a clean slate. 

It was vigorous work, the towel in his hand was wet and soapy, he scrubs the space between your brows, and the plumpness of your cheeks. He was more gentle- as if you were weakened clay- with the crook of your neck, the bone of your collar that stuck out, the flesh by your shoulders were covered by bubbles. 

If this were on a normal date however, you might have spread a few bits of soap foam right on his nose— he would have had to remove it with his own growing grin. You wouldn’t be spared of his petty antics, consisting of him blowing bubbles right on your face to tick you off. 

But you didn’t speak, nor did you even smile from his gesture. He didn’t- try to- care much, his concern showing everywhere else but his own face. The quiet wasn’t something he was fond of, he hated it. How it seemed deathly; a moment in time locked with the chains of other forces, and it serves to torture the ones who pass. 

His finger trails to your face, you don’t move from it, a small quirk in your lips was the only thing he received. He doesn’t push you to speak, he never did. In your time and in your own volition, maybe you will tell him— or, he hopes you do. His lips find their way to your forehead, a fleeting warmth on your damp skin. You merely lean in quietly, eyes peeled open and your palms on his. 

You weakly try to hike up the sleeves of the bloodied blazer from his forearms — and he knows what you’re trying to do. His eyes merely gave you a look, and he was about to open his mouth before he felt the wet patchy texture of the towel, and you trying to scrub off the caking blood. 

Not just me. You mouthed. 

He sighs almost begrudgingly. Angel. 

Please. I’m getting you wet anyway.

Silence. It ticks like a cog in a broken clock. And it was like his mind was one with the machine’s ticking- He shrugs off his coat first, with his tie— your fingers making their way to the knot, somewhat untangling with a few tugs. He then works on the buttons of his dress shirt. You only watch him, your lips pursed shut. He couldn’t tell again— if you were thinking- regretting even maybe. 

Most was already discarded, his belt already looped off from his grasp- his slacks were tossed to the pile of your own uniform like the rest of his own. 

He submerges right next to you. Shuttering the drain, the faucet was tinkered open. Another soft kiss on the crook of your hair, the beads of soap melt, water flooding. He merely leans you both further unto the cold porcelain of the tub, skin on skin sinking in the warm water— both your hands interlocked, resembling ribbons tied to a blissful knot. 

Your body comes closer to him, letting him lean onto you, shoulders bumping. You burrow your own body closer to his and he almost felt a sense of dumbfoundedness. As if he were struck with the blooming of florets; fondness seeped into him. 

Your forehead finds it way right next to his neck, his palms bury into your own hands, tangling itself to your fingers. You let out a weighted sigh right by the curve of his ear— and it shakes his entire being. It wretches something in him that he can’t possibly take out of himself, as if it was rotting and molding itself deep in his own gut, trapped underneath with each and everything else that has burrowed its way inside him. 

Fatigue was waiting to bite its teeth in, he felt the weariness of his own eyes— sinking into him. His head tilts, resting further by your head, breathing in deeply. Your heart beats, he only feels, listens— takes it in as his hands slid to your sides, as if it was the first ever thing he’s ever heard in this world: the first sound of life given to man. 

He tries to let out something first, but his throat does not budge. His voice had dissipated, the same way if he were to go numb— or if he were stabbed harshly with needles filled with poison that threatens to spread in his veins. It was excruciating, all he wanted was to speak- to tell you things you needed to here but alas he could not, or does he dare not to?

But that small quiet was always breakable; temporary. 

I’m sorry. You started, a feather touch was left on his nape. His own forehead creases from your words, slightly pulling away. His eyelids peeling carefully, and as he did, your finger pushed strands of his hair away; a heated breeze to a cold. 

What for?

I made you do it— the killing on your own. I shouldn’t have. 

It’s okay. That was always his answer. 

Every time. 

I did it wrong. 

It’s okay. 

I should’ve done something else. 

It’s okay. 

I was supposed to do it. 

It’s okay. 

It was a cycle, churning and caving— Sometimes, he doesn’t understand why it infuriates you. 

Five. Your eyebrows scrunch in a way that has him weak— it has him falter from what he should say. That it was alright for him to do himself so that you didn’t need to. That he can take the burden himself, so you can stay unscathed. It’s my job too. 

And those words of yours— that truth is what he hates the most. On how it was also your responsibility with him. Despite that he loves working with you in the abysses of cold nights- or travelling through the endless veins of the streams of time itself with his hand on yours— There was something that he hates, the bloodshed you have been dragged into its depths- the murder of the supposed insignificant. 

However- as horrible as it may seem, no one is truly useless. In a large hourglass filled with sand, each grain counts itself as people or even seconds— and both will always be significant. 

But he bites his own tongue, he was in no mood to argue with you out of all people. He wouldn’t dare— he couldn’t- And what has happened already did. An assignment can’t ever be taken lightly- nor can it be disregarded for a sick stomach. 

Killing a family man and his wife wasn’t as easy as being typed on paper— but still, one would not expect children to be involved. A young baby boy, John, six years old, who dreamed of being a builder of some sort- or at least, the drawings of him building a house for his parents deemed it that way.

It torments him- A small but an obvious tremor once you aimed at the kid’s innocence. Your index finger is unmoving, even if it was inches away from the trigger. You were like a puppet waiting, pondering on its next strike with apprehension. 

What would have been the child’s faith if he were not in this situation? You might have asked yourself. If John was fortunate enough to get himself out of this moment- to live properly— would he have followed his dreams of creating with his mind and his own hands? Or would he have succumbed to the terrors that may plague his days? The blood that he sees as streams from the lifeless bodies of his own parents- the first ever people who ever cared for his existence rather than the fate of time itself. 

Your hesitation was digression, a difference that shouldn’t be upheld. Because there was no point in seeing other possibilities— there was none for this boy, and you should not give him a single chance, for he's a danger to the Temps’ eyes. Even if he were a child, what he will grow up as will determine the fate he will bring.

But Five could care less of what could happen— He only dared to notice the look in your eyes. It had a small, underlying guilt that was so easily concealed with your arched brows. It was remorse waiting to eat you alive, provoking you to succumb- to fall to your heart's vulnerability so it could tear you apart only for the sake of it.

Yet he noticed— of course he did- his eyes flickering from you then to your gun. And he realized, he had never seen you don such a face. It was foreign, unknown to him. It felt as if he hadn't truly seen it all, and that fright was the last true one he’ll be able to lay his eyes upon. Your terror scorched its way to his insides; fire unto coal, incinerating everything else— he was yet drawn to it out of a horrid twist in his gut; a moth to the firey pits of light. 

He will never get to erase this, that privilege was dampened like a wisp. This will pave ways in his every waking moment, and every dream will find no peace from it. 

And so, he was the one who shot the kid. He was the one who watched the boy slump to the ground, his head bleeding out. You needn't be the person who had to memorize John’s youthful face retain the smile he wore as he played with his crayons before crimson takes him for itself. Nor the one who had to wear his blood as if it were thorns, and Five was the carmine rose; rigged and stained. 

You merely needed to look away, and right after- as if it were compensation- try to wipe off what has splattered onto his cheek with your own palm. At that cracked space in time- He could only press his own face further to your hand, in the undeserved solitude.

And that, again, was okay. It will always be alright to Five. If it meant you will sleep easier than him tonight, he would do it- take your place again— that he was sure of. 

-x-

MAIN BROADCAST: October 5, 1963. 6:57AM. Seven Days Before the End of the World. 

One wouldn’t dare to enter the bloody hallway. Nowhere ever dared to.

It was chosen to be unwise, stupid, and well, naive. Who enters a murder’s cave anyway? Only ones who would want to taste a killer’s steel at the buds of their flesh would. Only those who have a death wish. 

But Axel entered first, like a madman. That’s the perks of working with dead bodies scrambled out here in this life one by one, like some sort of butcher’s aisle. 

He felt his face cringe at the pungent smell that lingered in the air. Roaming, he walked around this whole mess, his boots cake through the carpet, the depths of mud and rain water that accumulated from yesterday’s rain sticking through the material.

An expression on his face forms into a frown. At this point he learns not to question, sometimes being dimmed off with many things is the best option one could ever have. 

However- other times, it’s best to go straight on, and know it yourself. 

Leaving Otto to his own business, he further walked up into the house, the stench was sour, and as bitter as iron. 

It was as if he were really at the market back in the farmlands— either seeing fresh slaughtered animals hooked by their necks up high for money. But as he opened a lamp just so he could see, his eyes took in a canvas of dread. 

Superficial light drowned the sight in orange. Blood caked in the seams of the wounds, drying right by the deteriorating flesh. The face of the man was almost unrecognizable, resembling a poorly fixed puzzle. His face was mangled, torn and ripped from straight slashes. With how it looked, it was from the blades right below his corpse. Notably, his face looked as if it were ripped out, coarse fluid seeped out from hours earlier— leaving it appearing as an empty bleeding sack left on the side by thieves alike. 

His throat swallowed thickly, it was obvious the killer truly wanted his own brother dead to the brim. 

“Vem fan kunde ha gjort detta?” (Who the hell could’ve done this?) Otto asks his brother, horror coats his words. 

He wants guidance, and Axel, for once, had no concrete response. It was static, empty, nothing. 

His eyes trace the wooden floors, the cream white sofa sheets flood his eyes. And the sheer smell of cold tea and iron swarms his nose like a mist— he thinks and searches. 

What could have been their motive for such slaughter? Why would they even bother? 

Could have this been the work of a target’s family member? Öga för Öga? An eye for an eye? Or was it more on jealous co-workers? They were always the best suspects when he thinks about it. But even if he tried to rack his head with that possibility, that couldn’t be so. Usually- wouldn’t they wanted a more… subtle approach? 

And— What could have possibly gone wrong for him? For his poor younger brother, Oscar? Who had so many aspirations in his life that it couldn’t fit a simple milk carton? As if it were bottled just so that it would overflow like it wanted to mimic a fountain- filled with bounties of wonder and hope to have a life better than plucking out vegetables before winter. 

Otto was merely petrified, like stone in a garden. His little brother, who he had helped raise with his own hands and Axel’s, especially when their mother could not as she tended to the market. Who he had cultivated to be a fine fighter, to be a kind brother, and to not falter in the job. 

It was all for nothing, he realized. What they both feared the most still has happened; the loss of a loved one. The one they had shared linens and cottons with. The one they fed the same fruits they would pluck out from their trees with. The youngest they had cherished deeply, their mother would adore the sight. 

But from the flesh and gore— the destruction that lays in Axel’s eyes, the scent of metal wafting through his senses- underneath it was lavender. 

The exact damned lavender from the lady in the sauna. 

A sweet— flowery smell, it was light, it took him into the faint memories of the fields back home. But- that beautiful picture was tarnished by this fakely-lipped woman with her own bloody hands, and by her own deceit. 

Axel- like the good brother he is, already tinkering in his mind. It would be a breach of their contracts. Though Oscar would think the same maybe. 

He wouldn’t want his own brothers to be terminated whilst the killer slipped out to freedom- For they shouldn’t dare mourn the dead as the culprit lives thinking she has gotten away with it.

Otto seemed to keep up, realizing what the other was already thinking, a perpetual sneer written on his own face.

As the eldest would think the phrase, Öga för Öga, again. This time, he was aiming for her own head as compensation.

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Author’s note 2: and five is FINALLY properly part of the story!— and with some plot, a bit of angst here and there and of course- lavender from a dear familiar lady….. updates will take a while since i’ll be trying to outline each chapter, kudos & etc. is always appreciated!!

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[cannibalizedyke]

Forever

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Mentions of Reggie again 😒, mild angst ig but like not really

Summary: You and Five realize you're quite a bit more than best friends.

General Taglist: @caladrius103

Five Hargreeves Taglist: @dragon-master-kai, @justbookworm

Moots: @iheardarumorthings (who gave me the idea for this hehe), @thewritingbabe, @scandalous-chaos, @ddejavvu

Five Hargreeves is not an easy person to win the favor of. He’s pretentious, disagreeable, and overall seems to rather dislike everyone he lays eyes on. Everyone, it seems, but you.

You don’t know how you did it, really. You don’t know what it was about you that so struck Five Hargreeves’ fancy, to such an extent that he took you with him everywhere, even when he traveled to the future. You’re clumsy, and impulsive, and disorganized and inattentive and anxious - all qualities that when you first met Five, seemed quite the type of traits that would make him immediately dislike you. But somehow, things happened the opposite.

Five was not turned off by your chaos, but rather intrigued by it; he found himself wanting desperately to be around your cheerful carelessness, and it confused him as much as it did you. Perhaps it was your similarities to his brother Klaus, and the astonishingly different way you handled your shortcomings, or just how sheerly you contradicted his very being, with your bouncy, bubbly way of living and his surly, cynical, irritable manner. He couldn’t spend a day without you.

And so, that’s why you are where you are now, 58 years old and stuck in your 15-year-old body with the only man you’ve ever loved, trying desperately to stop an apocalypse that your former employers are determined to make happen. Typical best friend shenanigans, right?

“Five?” you say, lying on your back on Five’s bed and blowing a frustratingly stubborn strand of hair away from your face.

“Mhm?” He hums in response, as he so often does when preoccupied with something else. He keeps his eyes on his chalkboard of a wall and continues scribbling furiously, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“How did we end up here?” you ask, sighing out a bit of a sad laugh.

Five lets out a sigh of his own, setting down his piece of chalk - which is beginning to look more like a stub - and leaning his forehead against the faded black porcelain. “I don’t know.” He laughs bitterly. “I suppose it’s because I’m too foolish to see past my own hubris.”

“No, Five.” You walk over to him, gently pulling him away from the board and into your arms. “No, no,  Five, no. You were a child, okay? You were curious and stubborn just like all children are. Your father treated you like you were older than you were, so you felt like you could do anything at far too young an age. And when he told you you couldn’t, he acted as if it was a failure on your part rather than a natural part of being a child. Don’t blame his shortcomings on yourself.”

You hear a whimpering sort of gasp, and with a mild sense of alarm, you realize Five is crying, that the wetness gathering on your shoulder is coming from his tears. You push down your shock and run your fingers through his hair, stroking him softly till the whimpering quiets to a quiet, uneven sort of breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I know how much you like this sweater.”

You let out a watery laugh, realizing you’re crying yourself. “It’ll wash out.”

“Lord, (Y/N),” he says, sounding almost in amazement. “I’ve known you since… forever. I genuinely can’t even begin to imagine my life without you.”

“Well, I feel the same way about you,” you reply. “You’re my best friend.” Somehow, though, that label doesn’t feel quite right.

“No,” he murmurs, pulling away to cup your chin in his hand. “We’re much more than best friends.”

And suddenly his lips are on yours, softly moving until neither of you can take it any longer and it becomes desperate, for nothing and everything all at once. Your hands find their way into his hair, and his curl around your waist, and you no longer feel like a person who’s kissing their best friend. You feel like one half of a whole, finally complete in the arms of your soulmate. You kiss until your chest burns from a lack of oxygen, and then when you pull away for air you hold him in your arms, unwilling to let go until you have no other choice.

“I love you,” you tell him, quietly like a secret only he’s allowed to hear. “I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you.”

“We’re idiots, that’s why,” he cracks, a small smile on his face, and you can’t help but laugh in response.

“You aren’t wrong.” You kiss him softly again, savoring the feel of his lips against yours.

“I love you too,” he says softly as you part once again. “Forever.”

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destined or doomed? (2)

( pairing ) : five hargreeves x reader

( about ) : inspired by s3ep10 ; five suffers a loss greater than anything he could have ever imagined — part 2 of this but reading both isn’t necessary. you can still enjoy (or suffer through) either one individually

( warnings ) : death trope, descriptions of blood and injury

( words ) : 2000

( note ) : my ideas aren’t getting any happier, i fear. blame s4 of stranger things. anyway i’m sorry this is so short i just wanted to write something sad 

Somewhere along the line, something went wrong. Something always goes wrong.

“There were never seven bells or horsemen. You brought us here to die!”

“There were never seven bells or horsemen. You brought us here to die!”

Shock lays thick in the air, a palpable wave of rage annihilating any previous trace of fear. After Klaus’ fortunate return from the dead and the revelation that Reginald had, in fact, collectively betrayed what remains of either Academies, the tension is so intense it could be worthy of giving the Kugelblitz a run for its money.

Then, again, that might have been the whole point. Reginald and his meticulous plans couldn’t have been made on a whim. Who’s to say this moment wasn’t anticipated?

Following a similar conclusion, Five racks his brain for a plan. Silently, he runs through the situation at hand: 

First, there’s the significance of the number seven — seven bells, seven kids, Number Seven being the most powerful of each batch. It’s unbelievable that he’s only putting them together now. It’s outrageous. Even as children, they were being raised like pigs for slaughter. In the grand scheme of things, they were nothing but collateral damage in the great mission to save the universe. They were the keys, melted and reformed for their father’s ridiculous purpose.

“That’s not so.” Reginald’s response is immediate, defensive, only enforcing your assumptions. “Somewhere in this hotel is the key to resetting the universe. We just need to find the sigil!”

“I don't care about your sigil! None of us do.” There’s something gut-wrenching about the way Sloane screams, the soft-spoken woman long-gone. Instead, here stands a person struck by unimaginable grief, a widow and the only remaining half of a freshly-wedded couple bloomed from tragedy.

Second, Five continues, if they were the keys, somewhere in the hotel must be the locks. But, of course, they’re guarded by blood-thirsty samurais because when have they ever been given an easy task?

He takes a step forward.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you whisper, stopping him when you see the determination etched on his face. It’s a dangerous look — a sign of impulsivity that could get you all killed.

“I need to talk with the Old Man. I think it’s time to start asking the important questions, don’t you?” Someone else might believe it. After all, what’s so strange about needing to talk? 

Only that Five has a bad tendency to strike before asking questions.

“You can’t kill him!”

“If he starts talking, I won’t need to kill him.” You hold a firm gaze, trying to match the unbeatable stubbornness in Five. It isn’t easy. Natural rigidity and an additional lifetime to enhance it isn’t an advantage you have, neither is it something you ever particularly wished for.

“I mean it, Five. He’s the only one here who knows anything about this place. If he dies, we’re stuck here.”

“Well, we’re going to die, anyway.” He says it so calmly that it makes your blood boil. Here you are, trying to save his life, and what do you have to show for it? Does he even care to start over? Would he want to grow older with his newfound freedom with you? It definitely doesn’t seem like it right now. You don’t understand this new recklessness, only that it seems to be a common phenomenon for people who have accepted death. Is that what’s going on here?

The next time you take a step forward to stop him, your foot catches his. Having overestimated your distance, the contact throws you off-guard and you lose your balance. Five, attentive despite his apparent impulsiveness, catches you by the arm with another hand supporting your waist.

As he leans forward, he finds himself looking at the ground. He glances at the spot where your feet have landed and the solid shape of a six-pointed star, sliver against the varied tiles of black, brown, and white. Then, he raises his head to get a better view of the pattern. From a distance, two tiles of the same color — two white, two brown, two black — all placed vertically from one another, make a larger six-pointed star.

Confused as to why he hasn’t let go, you try to catch his attention.

“What is it?” There’s a second where he doesn’t seem so sure, either.

“I think… I think I might have something.” He takes your arm, the one he’d caught to stop your fall, and tears you away from the group, leading you up the stairs. The tension amongst the group is still so overwhelming that nobody notices you leave. 

You watch Five, still and calculating. “Seven bells,” he breathes. “You were standing on it!” Staring at the same view, the entirely of the hotel lobby, you’re hit with realization.

“The stars. Seven stars, seven Academy kids.” Five leans forward over the railing, calling to everyone’s attention.

“Hey, I found the sigil! It’s on the–” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence.

To your left, the ceiling shatters, glass flying everywhere. Instinctively, you rush to push Five out of the way.

It all happens so quickly that the shock doesn’t set in until you’re staring at the blurred ceiling, Five’s face blinking in and out of your vision. You don’t hear him scream for a long time until your senses come back, gradually. First, your hearing, then your sight. Finally, a sharp pain strikes your back.

“No,” Five whispers, breaths ragged. “No! No!” It takes a little longer, in the midst of pain and temporary unconsciousness, to notice the blood soaking into your clothes. You can’t tell whether it’s that or Five’s embrace radiating heat through your body.

He managed to catch you again. He always does. He presses his blazer against your back, hands shaking as he tries to stop the bleeding. Judging based on the point of pressure, the cut ranges through your lower back, all the way to the top of your spine, just inches away from your shoulders. At this point, the best case scenario would be permanent paralysis — spending the rest of your life almost entirely paralyzed. You might have minutes or hours until you lose all motion or feeling below your shoulder. That is, of course, if blood loss doesn’t kill you first.

You want to laugh. Or cry. As your luck would have it, of course you’d die just as you find a way to save everyone else. 

“Go,” you manage to whisper. Selfishly, a part of you would prefer to die in Five’s arms, his eyes the last thing you see before taking your final breath. But your better judgment would hate to watch him in agony as you leave. So, you decide that you wouldn’t make him wait and watch. You couldn’t.

“No… I won’t… I’m not leaving you here to die!” he stutters. “We can still get out of here. We’ll get you help, alright?” His voice is desperate, one the verge of breaking. You’ve never heard that before. Not from him.

You know, realistically, as the adrenaline wears off and you feel the torn flesh of your back like a fire ablaze, that this isn’t a tragedy that a person can survive. That a fate like this isn’t placed on a person who might live to see another day.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it this time, Five.” You try not to let your emotions get the best of you, the mortification on his face tugging at your heart. “And I won’t let you risk everyone else for a chance that I might live. We don’t know what will happen next.”

You want to ask him to be strong, but it’s an unfair demand to make in the face of grief. It doesn’t feel right to ask him to turn a blind eye to death when he has witnessed so much of it… when he has lost so much to it.

“I don’t care about what happens next,” he tells her, his voice turbulent. “Not if you won’t be there.”

“Five—”

“No! I was supposed to die with you!” There’s a hint of anger that shatters something in you because the thought of dying whilst Five despised you seems like a nightmare. It would condemn you to a fate worse than Hell. “I didn’t want to reset the world in the first place. We agreed, Y/N. We were supposed to stay, the two of us.”

Unspoken, he thinks, you aren’t supposed to leave me.

You shut your eyes because you can’t stand to look at him like this. He was right. You did promise to wait out the end of the world with him. But not like this. You had made that promise under the impression that there was no other choice. That Five couldn’t be saved. That, at some point, he would suffer a fate worse than this one. But, now, there’s a way for him to survive… even at the cost of accepting that you can’t.

“You’re running out of time, Five. Seven bells, remember? You can start over. Go on that road trip, like you always dreamed about. There’s still so much of the world to see.”

“But you won’t be there.”

“Then do it for me. Please, Five,” you sob. “I don’t want this to be my fault.”

“Don’t even think that. This isn’t your fault. You were just trying to save me, remember? I’m not upset with you. I just… I can’t do this without you, Y/N. Please.”

The last thing you want to do is to go. You hate the thought of leaving Five. How is it fair that you’ll have to part just as you’ve finally found your way to each other? 

“Please,” he says again. “I can’t lose you.”

Lose.

You’re hit with the realization that, at the Commission, Five hadn’t been talking to you. He was talking about you.

Don’t save the world, he had said. Or lose everything that matters. And here you all are, trying to save the world. Apparently, that effort comes with the price of losing you. Everything. Moments before his death, a life lived almost twice as long, and he had called you his everything. 

It’s kind of poetic, isn’t it?

You stifle a laugh. First, because nothing should be comedic in the slightest right now. Second, because you’re scared to drown in your own blood as it climbs your throat.

“Can you still feel me?” he asks, pressing his thumb against the palm of your hand.

No, you can’t. You nod, anyway.

Somewhere downstairs, you hear Reginald call for Five.

He shakes his head like he might be trying to drown it out. But you know, somewhere inside him, his conscience urges him to go — to fight for the greater good because that’s just how he is. That’s how great of a person Five Hargreeves is.

“I’m coming back, alright?” He lifts you as he tries to kneel, setting you back down as gently as he can. He rests a hand to your cheek, coated in crimson, and places a kiss to the crown of your head before standing. He moves like it hurts him to go.

It might hurt worse to see him stay.

“I’m going to figure this out, and I’m coming back for you. I promise, I’ll come back for you.”

“Okay,” you whimper despite the pain because he looks like he needs it. He needs to hear a verbal confirmation that you’ll be alright and that you’ll see each other again and that, miraculously, this won’t be the end.

But it is. It will be.

“I love you,” he whispers into your skin, sounding all too similar to I’m sorry.

When he leaves, he takes the light with him and all you’re left with is the dark.

tags (i’ll try to include everyone if i write another multi-part fic and you guys want me to remind you when the next part is posted. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy!) : @reinaeru

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Flustered | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc: 903

warnings: sexual innuendo?

synopsis: ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 043: “Your hands are really soft.” 054: “They have everyone.” “Not you.” “I’m the exception.” 067: “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

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“Hi, Luther, Klaus, Diego!” You greet happily. Five doesn’t bother and just pulls out his chair.

“What’s wrong?” Later said through a mouthful of Chinese takeout. “You look happy.”

You come up next to Five, and he pulls a chair out for you, making your cheeks heat up at the small action. “Why can’t he be happy?”

“Well, he’s Five. Always so… bitter.”

You shrug. “They hate everyone.”

“Not you.”

“I’m the exception.”

“I am plenty happy,” Five spoke, taking a seat. “Had a nap and shvitz, what does a man need?”

“Brother’s who don’t eat like barn animals?” Klaus suggests.

Both Diego and Luther look to Klaus, mouths full of noodles, proving his point.

You sit down, smiling at the three brothers. You're dressed in the same thing as Five, a soft bathrobe that says “Hotel Obsidian.”

Klaus grins at you, and you raise a brow. “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

“What?” You practically scream, pulling back the collar of your bathrobe.

Diego snickers, “Seems like Five got a little more than a Shvitz.”

Luther nods. “Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Klaus claps. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you two! How was it?”

Five blinked at his brother. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, why not? We’re bros!”

Five sighs, looking at you, then back to Klaus. “It was… nice.” You basically die in your seat at his choice of wording. He notices and chuckles, grabbing your hand in his. The three brothers whistle, and you shrink further into your seat.

“Your hands are really soft,” He whispers in your ear.

“Five!” You whine, feeling like you might explode at all the attention and affection. You and Five mostly kept your relationship on the down-low, seeming it was the most concerning issue the past month.

“So I’ve been thinking through our little timeline snafu, and I’m pleased to report that in my professional, expert opinion: we are totally in the clear.”

“Awesome!”

“Huh.”

“Great! So everything’s totally fine?” Luther asked.

“More or less. I mean,” Five hesitates, smiling. “There is one small thing. But it’s nothing we can’t manage.”

Five hands you one of the carry-out boxes, “Choi mein, your favorite.” And you smile softly, mumbling a thanks to him. He just smiles back, “Anytime.” And your stomach flips when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You actually think you might die this time.

“So, spit it out, boomer!” Diego mumbles through his noodles.

“Fine, Diego, it’s like this. Dad didn’t adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here,” Five explained as you take a bite of your own meal.

Klaus frowns. “Awww.”

“We just grew up in different places with different people.”

“So?” Diego questions.

“So where are they now? Odds are we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there living completely different lives.”

Luter gasps excitedly. “Our doppelgängers!”

“That’s a made-up word,” Klaus dismisses.

“No, no, I learned all about this in Texas. Tell them about the paranoid psychosis, Five!”

“It’s paradox,” You correct.

“Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought you said this wasn’t a problem?”

“Okay, yes,” Five admits. “Technically, if you’re near your Doppel for too long, you’ll go insane. So if you ever see your other self—”

“Kill them.”

“Sleep with them.”

“… avoid them."

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Luther asked, giving both his brothers a skeptical look.

“Oh, come on, as if you wouldn’t climb Luther mountain,” Klaus teases. The look on Luther’s face tells you enough about what he’s thinking.

“Wait, how are we supposed to guarantee we don’t cross paths with ourselves?”

“Easy. I mean, we’re the Benetton of superheroes, born all around the world until dad brought us here, which he no longer did. Doppel’s probably aren’t even in the same time zone as us.”

“That’s true,” Luther mumbles.

Diego nods. “Yeah.”

“Would you pass the moo shu?” Five asked, reaching across the table, and Luther does so. Suddenly, Diego leaves in a rush, and you shrug it off.

“So how long have you two been…” Klaus trails off, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Gross, Klaus,” Five said, before adding. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus sighs. “That’s so cute. I mean, (Y/N) is so sweet, and you’re so… you!”

You giggle at that, and Five rolls his eyes, “Thanks, Klaus.” Five grabs his takeout and a pair of chopsticks before taking your hand and helping you off your seat.

“You didn’t have to do that, Five,” You mumble, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know, darling, but I wanted to,” He replies, and you swear you’re gonna pass out.

Five must notice because he waves his brothers goodbye and leads you back to the hotel room. His hand intertwines with yours, and your face is even hotter now.

“You’re easily flustered, darling,” Five said, opening the door to his room.

“You’re not usually so forward, that’s all,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m retired, so I get to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

You hide your face in your hands at his comment. “Five!”

He chuckles, peeling your hands away carefully. “There you are, pretty girl.” Five cups your face in his hands, pressing a tender kiss to your lips that has you internally screaming.

“The rest of our lives is just gonna be this,” He promises.

“Really?”

“Really.”

— END —

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alright bitches which one of yall wants a sneak peak of the five fan fiction im writing????