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lahotelbellamuerte · 2 years

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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 - episode 00. daddy's little girl

series masterlist ! current: daddy's little girl ! next: you fucked up

paring; five x eight warnings; none ! word count; 4.6k notes; again this was on wattpad, so it might be wonky lmao.

2001

EIGHT sat on her bed quietly enjoying the silence of her and the book in her hands. Not often did the blonde girl get to sit down and do what she wanted. Since the moment she was able to speak, walk, and learn, Reginald Hargreeves had made sure she was always learning something new.

On this fairly quiet day, she was able to do as she, pleaseD. Of course,W knowing her family—it wouldn't last. It wasn't in their blood to just "leave" things alone. Not that she minded, but when it was a few days that she could relax and not worry about anything—that's where the problem began. Her eyes moved across the words that littered the page, the soft texture under her thumb and forefinger, ready to flip to another page. A luxury she didn't get to indulge in.

As soon as her ears picked up the loud 'woosh' sounded in the room. The blonde could only sigh inwardly and blink slowly, knowing very well who it was. "You do realize there are doors?" she asked without looking from her book, still hoping it would detour them to go away.

The boy rolled his eyes and snatched the book from her hands, throwing it across the room. Eight sat up and whined, "Five! I was reading that!"

Stuffing his hands in his shorts he nodded, "You were reading that, and now you're not. Come on we're going somewhere," he said taking out a hand from his pocket and offering it over to her.

Eight again sighed but got off her bed, brushing down her skirt and adjusting her blazer. Then placing her hand on his. Soon after another 'woosh' came through the air and they were gone from the blonde's room.

As the two appeared in a new sight, the girl rose a brow at the area. She turned to face the black-haired boy, "Griddy's?"

Five smiled and nodded, "Yes, but this time no Klaus or Ben—"

"—Or so you thought, Little Five!" yelled out a voice from behind them, interrupting Five.

The duo turned around, to see the walking forms of Klaus and Ben. Big smiles all over their faces. Eight smiled at the two and placed her hand in Five's pulling him into the store without waiting for their siblings. Five looked down at their hands and smiled a little. Even though his two idiot siblings had crashed his hopeful date, he just gripped her hand a little tighter.

The siblings all entered the store as the door gave off a small ring. Taking a seat by the counter the quartet watched as a young blonde woman walked up to them with a pen and notepad. She was a new waiter, none that the siblings had met before.

"Oh well would you look at here, aren't you out a little late?" the woman asked the group.

Eight smiled warmly at the woman, her dimple showing, "Our dad was nice enough to let us come in for a couple of donuts."

The woman "Agnes" as her name said laughed at how adorable they all looked in their school uniform, "Well alright, just tell me what you want," she said looking at the four teens before her.

Klaus raised his hand excitedly, "Oh, I want jelly-filled please!"

"Jelly-filled, okay got it, you dear?" she said writing it down on her notepad and then looking at Ben who blushed in embarrassment.

"I would like a chocolate glaze please," Said Ben shyly looking down at the counter, not wanting to meet the eyes of the youthful blonde lady.

The woman hummed and scribbled it down on her notepad, then looked at Five who met her eye contact. The boy resembled so much a grown-up. The way his hair was brushed to perfection, without a single hair out of place. She almost felt embarrassed to be near him.

"Sugar donut, please," Five said plainly, watching her also scribble it down.

"And for you?" Agnes asked the blonde girl, wanting to move on from the serious boy.

"Just glazed for me, thank you," Eight said with a small smile, one that Agnes couldn't help but return. With the young blonde girl, it felt like she was smiling at the sun.

"Okay, anything to drink?"

Eight was the first to nod and raise a finger, "The two of us will be getting black coffee," she said motioning to Five and herself, then moved to point at her brother, "They'll be getting hot chocolate."

Ben and Klaus gave each other a smile as their sister ordered exactly what they wanted. She didn't have to be a mind reader to know her siblings.

The woman nodded and scribbled it down, "Okay I'll be back with your drinks and donuts." and then left the group alone.

Five Couldn't be more annoyed at the sight of Klaus and Ben, "Why did you two idiots come here, I didn't invite you," the boy said not hiding his glare one bit.

Klaus only shrugged, "Well Little Five, you must understand, we like Ellie, while none of us like you, but we have to deal with you because of Ellie," the Séance finished not backing down from Five's annoyed glare.

"Now, now Klaus calm down, both of you," she paused to glance at the two dark-haired brothers, that looked similar, "They're here already so let's deal with it, plus I'll make it up to you," the girl finished off with a smile towards the boy beside her.

Five raised an eyebrow now intrigued about where this was going, "How?" he asked.

The blonde only smirked, causing the boy to blush slightly his brain running straight to the gutter, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Before Five could reply Agnes had come back with a tray filled with their drinks. Putting down the steaming cups for each of them. She followed with small plates along with their donuts.

"Thank you," said Eight as she and her siblings were handed their donuts.

The woman nodded and headed towards the back where she was no longer seen. Eight leaned forward and her eyes met Klaus who also knew what to do. The duo got up from the seats and headed to the back and grabbed a box, grabbing as many donuts as they could.

"What are you two idiots now doing?" Five hissed out to the two who were placing donuts in the bag, worried that Agnes the waiter would catch them in the act.

"Five, what does it look like I'm doing?" she answered with a smile. The boy groaned and slammed his head on the table, not minding the pain that occurred.

"Ellie~now is your time to shine," Klaus said in a sing-song voice.

The blonde lifted her hands to crack her knuckles, she loved using her powers. Lifting her arms she faces her palms towards one another, opening up a glowing portal. The iridescent blue with slight purple glowed as Klaus shoved the filled box into. Not waiting another moment the two watched the portal close and ran back to the seats as if nothing had happened.

"You two are idiots," Five said as he drank some of his coffee in hand, shaking his head at his stupid siblings.

Following in suit, she took a sip of her coffee, but not without giving him a smile, "But you love me, darling, don't deny it."

Five couldn't help but blush at her words. That's true he couldn't deny it, but he also couldn't say anything due to embarrassment. He was whipped and everyone knew it.

Agnes had returned with a wet rag and was wiping down the tables around them, as she hummed quietly. Eventually reaching the counter where the four siblings had finished their drinks and donuts.

"How much do we owe you?" Five asked as he searched his pocket for money he saved for the trip, unfortunately having to pay for Klaus and Ben.

The woman shook her head and smiled, "It's alright. It's in the house, enjoy your night!"

Five nodded and thanked her, grabbing Eight's hand and pulling her out of the store with Ben and Klaus following. As soon as they were far enough from the diner, Ben pulled on Eight's free hand, stopping everyone from moving. His eyes were wide in eagerness, "Can we eat them now?"

Eight smiled too, "Oh! Yes, I forgot about them," she replied, bringing her hands up again, and the box of donuts fell to her hands. The box of glory she thought to herself.

Klaus clapped and patted his sister's back, "Thank god your Daddy's favorite, if you weren't Ben and I would be running for the hills with this box," the boy laughed staring at the box.

Eight rolled her eyes, "Just eat your donuts, Klaus," she said as she picked up one and began eating it.

The only sane one in the group could explain what happened, but he hated the fact that he had to witness it. In no less than fifteen minutes, Eight and Ben had shoveled down more donuts than a normal person should have. The time manipulator had his arm around the girl's waist, while her arm wrapped around his shoulder.

The blonde slurred her words, "I hate life, why do I feel like this," somehow sounding like a drunken college girl after a break-up.

"Because you ate more donuts than you should've," Five said reminding her of her choices.

She only groaned but paused to gag on the thought of the donuts in her stomach, The sharp sweetness taste still lingering on her tongue every time she swallowed. Making a promise to herself that she would never in her life eat another donut again.

The duo moved only slightly before Eight started gagging and dry heaving, Five paused and began to cringe at the sounds, "Eight I swear to everything in existence if you puke on me..." he threatened but was too late—She had hunched over and began puking all that she ate in the past few minutes.

Now it wasn't only Five who was cringing and groaning in disgust, but Klaus who was holding Ben in his arms. Who has also puked onto his shoes.

"We should take them home now," Klaus said rubbing circles on the boy who didn't look all that well.

The time manipulator couldn't help but nod in agreement, "Yeah, I know. Hold on to my shoulder."

Klaus did as he was told and felt as the world swirled passed them and landed softly in Ben's room. Klaus nodded and began helping a groaning Ben to bed.

Five grabbed ahold of Eight and once more the world swirled past him into Eight's room. As she reached the familiarity of her room she groaned and rushed to the bathroom and began puking again. Her stomach churned as she felt as if she was puking her stomach. Tears brimmed her eyes as she gripped the toilet seat.

Five walked over and moved out of the way, "Why did you accept Ben's challenge?"

"Because I thought I would win, and I did!" she said celebrating, but quickly heaving and clutching the pearly white toilet.

Eventually, she stopped vomiting and finally had the energy to brush her teeth and walk back to her bed. Five placed a small furry blanket over her making sure she was okay. As he was about to leave, Eight's hand shot forward and grabbed his wrist.

"Stay, please..." she whispered towards him, her eyes blinking slowly as drowsiness finally hit her.

The boy tried to fight against her wishes, "Eight you don't want me here," he sighed squeezing her hand slightly, before letting go completely. Not waiting for a response he walked closer to the door, reaching for the doorknob. Before he could open the door and leave the door ceased to appear. His eyes widened and turned to face the sleepy blonde.

Her arm was sticking out and her flowing warm energy was lit ablaze, "Please..." she whispered one more time, her blue eyes teary and tired.

This time he sighed and nodded, removing his shoes and blazer, and neatly placing them on a nearby chair. Lifting the blanket he slid onto the bed. The two faced each other with small smiles. He couldn't help but move a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Five..." she whispered fingers tracing over his face and poking the beauty marks that lined his face.

"Yes?" he whispered back, his face warm from her fingers brushing his face, his lips with her fingertips.

"Please go brush your teeth with an extra toothbrush and then come lay with me," she said softly, eyes slowly blinking.

Five chuckled, only Eight would ruin the moment by telling him to brush his teeth. Removing himself from the bed, he headed towards her bathroom, and true to her word an extra toothbrush was under the sink. Quickly brushing and rinsing his mouth he made his way back to the bed. His eyes softened at the sight of the sleeping girl.

Pulling the blanket he made his way towards the other end of the bed, facing away from her. Not wanting to scare her if she were to wake suddenly with the sight of his face. Getting comfortable, he sighed and shut his eyes. Just before slumber took over his hazy mind, he felt small arms wrap around his torso, while her face snuggled into his back. Smiling to himself he put his hand over hers, finally allowing himself to fully knock out.

As the morning began to hit Eight's room, the boy's eyes darted open. Especially when he felt something warm pressed on his back. Looking around the room, he noticed the fairy lights around the room. Right...he had slept with Eight last night, after her puking debacle. Slowly he pulled himself from her arms, getting up from the bed. Turning he smiled at the sight. Eight's mouth was slightly open as her blonde hair frizzy against the pillow. Right now the blonde look like a hot mess, not her usual perfect brushed hair. Strands poked around her pillow and fell over her face slightly.

As quietly as he could he got off the bed and gathered his shoes and blazer, knowing Reginald's bell would ring soon. He spatial-jumped back to his room. Hoping he didn't wake up the sleeping girl in the process.

Mere minutes after the boy had left, Eight's alarm rang and she was up in an instant. Even if she had felt like a hungover college girl, all those years of waking up to her alarm, quickly brought her up. In her groggy state, she forced herself to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. Changing into a new clean set of her uniform. Drying and brushing her hair, she walked out and gasped.

Eight then remembered that Five had stayed with her the night before. Something that Reginald didn't like his children doing. There was once Klaus, Ben, and herself wanted to have a sleepover in her room, and the Hargreeves man didn't let it happen. Punishing all three for disobeying his rules, and for disturbing his golden child. While he wanted all children to succeed, he wanted Eight to be the best.

The blonde girl blushed at the feeling of being pressed against his warm body. Shaking her head, she tried to get it out of her head. The sharp echo of Grace's bell rang through the empty halls of the Hargreeves Mansion. Breakfast. Placing a headband to remove her hair from her face, she opened her door. Blue meeting blue.

The two teens looked away and missed the blush that rose to each of their cheeks.

Not wasting any more time, Eight stepped through a portal and arrived at the dining room. It was partially to avoid any contact with Five. She obviously wasn't in her right mind last night. But things never go according to plan. Near her was no other than Five who had jumped next to her. The rest of the teens followed quickly standing behind their chairs waiting for their father.

Small clicking was heard as Reginald's dress shoes tapped on the ground. He stood behind his chair and looked around, "Sit," and so everyone did and began eating in silence. Under the table where the two sat, the boy continuing to eat, moved his foot and brushed it against her.

Eight moved her head to look at Five, but he didn't move to look at her. So the girl warm in cheeks, bumped her shoe into his. It was their way of subtle affection.

The only sound that could be heard was their forks scraping the plate, of course, she didn't miss the looks between Luther and Allison. Those two weren't as subtle as they thought they were. She was surprised that Reginald hadn't caught the two giving each other lovey looks.

Now let us set a record straight. Yes, the group of eight children wasn't siblings. They all came from different women from around the world. So it's not incest. But it is odd that they were raised as siblings and share the same last name, and call Grace mother.

That's why Eight and Five tried their best to distance themselves from ever being in that sibling hold. Yes, the blonde girl called everyone else brother or sister. Refused to call Grace mother, as the others had done, and did her best to see Reginald as a caregiver than a father. Maybe she did it to make the relationship between Five and herself explainable. Or she knew deep down inside these children weren't her family.

Snapping out of her deep odd thought, she listened to the voice coming from the record player. The inspirational talk felt like white noise in the room. She hated the recording, she hated learning and training. For as long as she could remember, Eight wanted to know her real mother. To be a child and not a hero.

Eight enjoyed the white noise-filled silence, it made sure no one spoke to her. It was a headache enough with the talk. It wasn't long before everyone was sent back to their rooms to change into training gear. It was Eight's favorite part of the training they had to do. Beat your opponent with only powers, and boy was it fun.

"Eight and Two," Reginald called out, as he looked down at his clipboard.

The blonde stepped forward smirking, she knew she was good and so did everyone else. Unlike Diego who groaned inwardly knowing this was going to end badly for him.

The two stepped onto the mat, and shook hands, "Nice to know you'll be losing dear brother," she mocked.

"Always the confident one are you?" he muttered towards her, but before any other words could be said Reginald had blown his whistle, and Eight had disappeared. The girl hated wasting sweet time.

Diego turned his body in hopes of spotting the blonde, but everywhere his eyes went. The girl ceased to exist. Gripping his knife in hand he did his best to heighten his senses for any movement.

Like always luck never won against the blonde girl. Eight had used her lasso and grabbed onto his foot, pulling on the glowing rope. Diego was face-planting on the mat.

"Come on Diego I know you can do better than that..." she called out, as she walked circles around him, her teasing laugh ringing in his ears.

Number Two groaned and got up, quickly throwing a knife in her direction, but not before she stretched out an arm to stop it. Curse your fucking powers, El. The boy muttered in his head, rolling out of the way when she flung the sharp weapon right back at him.

Plucking it from the ground he ran towards her, hoping his plan would work. Before he could reach the blonde girl, he ran through a colorful portal. But he wasn't worried for a bit, only about how he would land.

As Eight smirked outsmarting her brother, it was a moment after he had disappeared that she yelped. Looking down at her arm where she had felt a stinging pain, there was a deep cut on her arm. Her training suit was clouded with a wet red stain. Diego had thrown the knife before he had entered the portal. He had predicted her move and made his knife curve towards her as he was gone.

In anger, she re-opened the portal above her. Letting him fall onto the ground with a loud thud. The young teen groaned in pain, but smirked when he noticed her bloodied arm, "Not so invisible are we El?"

The girl glared at the boy, her hands began glowing in annoyance, "We'll find out now, brother," she hissed.

Diego shivered at the way she spoke the word, something about it seemed to yell in alert for him to run. But being the masochist he was, he shrugged, "Give it to me, El."

Oh, the famous last words. The lights all flickered to a dim causing everyone to look around in worry. The older Reginald only hummed and squinted his eyes to see how this would end.

Looking all around him he tried to find the girl, but all he felt was the wind of every time she appeared and kicked or punched him. The flickering lights not letting him see didn't help that much either. It was almost like a horror movie, seeing her appear and whisper into his ear.

It wasn't long before he fell flat on his back and Eight was straddling his stomach and one of his own knives on his throat. "Do you give up dear brother?" she giggled looking back at her father who simply nodded and wrote stuff down on his clipboard.

While all the Hargreeves were as talented as they come. Smart, strong, and had extraordinary skills. It was always more or less the same result when it came to training with Eight. There was no doubt Reginald had a bias towards the blonde girl. It was notoriously known that she had extra training just for being a favorite. She may not have been named Number One, but everyone knew who truly was number one.

It had been later in the evening after training and lunch when Reginald Hargreeves walked up to Eight's bedroom. He knocked on the plain wood door and walked in.

"Eight, pack things for five days, we will be doing business overseas. You are coming along," he told her and then walked out, closing the door.

She sighed closing her book, never a day she could just sit and have peace. Putting her book down, she walked to her closet where she was able to grab her suitcase. Unzipping it, she threw several of her uniform sets, and other clothes she would need. As she walked towards the bathroom, a crack in the air sounded.

"You're leaving," he stated more than asked, looking at her back as she faced the bathroom.

The blonde nodded, "Seems so," she replied as she sent her suitcase floating, along with her small travel pack with her toiletries. During these times, she favored her abilities. Flicking her hand, the case zipped closed.

"And you're just going to let him?" he asked, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched her clothes neatly land in the case. He was a hypocrite asking this of her. Five for the longest time didn't have the backbone to confront his adopted father. The man was all too serious and frightening to be asked anything. Yet, here he stood telling the blonde off for not standing her ground.

"Five I don't have much choice in what I do," she said as she walked to place the suitcase on the floor with a slight thud.

"We all have a choice," he said, stepping closer to her.

Eight scoffed at his words, "Not me, and you should know this," she sighed walking closer to him with the case in hand, "I'll be back before you know it," she added leaning forward and kissed his cheek. Then she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

It had been two weeks since Reginald and Eight had left the mansion. The trip seemed to last a lot longer than intended, but the blonde didn't mind as training for her was cut to none. Training of course went on for hours for the siblings. It was much easier now since Pogo wasn't as harsh to them as their father was. The house seemed a little dull without the presence of floating things throughout the house. The wild chaos that Klaus and Eight would create.

It was late in the day after everyone was in their own rooms doing their own thing. Below in the front was the fancy car arriving at the front of the Hargreeves Manor. From it stepped out Reginald and Eight conversing in light conversation about their trip.

"Lovely daughter Mr. Hargreeves," an older lady said while walking her dog past the two.

The older man nodded, "Thank you, indeed she is," was all he said, and ushered the blonde inside.

Eight went forward inside the manor and waited for her Reginald. She didn't know what to feel after the woman had called his daughter. She may be the one who was treated and catered to the most, but in no way did she feel that Reginald treated her like a daughter. More like a trophy that could bring him closer to glory.

"I have nothing else planned for you. You may ask Grace for any food if you feel the need to. Good night Number Eight," he said to the smaller girl, not talking about what had been said to her.

Eight nodded, "Alright, thank you, father. Good night," she said nodding and disappearing to her room. Not wanting to walk up the stairs and disturb her siblings who were probably asleep. Reaching her room, it was what she least expected.

Five who had been in her room for the past two weeks sat on a chair. Idly reading a book, keep an ear out for her footsteps to when she would be coming back. What he didn't see coming was the blonde's portal appearing in the middle of the room. The sudden noise caused Five to jump from the chair he was sitting on and fell to the floor with a thud.

"Oh! Five are you alright?" she gasped walking over to help the groaning boy on the floor.

"I'm alright, how was your trip?" he asked, now sitting back on the chair, waving his hand not caring about his injury.

"Oh amazing, I got to meet so many new people and try so many different things," she gushed and jumped on her bed gazing at her black ceiling glittered with fake stars. "I learned how to wield a sword! Isn't that amazing?" she gasped towards Five.

"Sure is," he commented watching as she talked about her trip with a large smile on her face. Even though no other sibling ever got any special treatment as she did, not even him. He couldn't say anything as her large smile said more than anything.

Reginald Hargreeves was not a father to most of the teens in the house, but to Eight Hargreeves, he was the father everyone wished they had. He was supportive and tough when he needed to be with her. He made sure she knew how to defend herself if she didn't have any use for her powers. And prepared she would always be, Eight Hargreeves was Daddy's Little Girl.

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tooinlovewithfictionalpeople · 4 years

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The Five times She met the Hargreeves- Five Hargreeves

Plot: Fives wife has been looking for him for ages, and she is not so happy about it, although she meets his fellow siblings along the way (Fluff and cuteness mainly)

Cammie was dangerous. In-fact she was well known for being the most ruthless assassin the commission has. Her abilities made her quick, her training made her agile, he mind made her strong. She never played by the rules. But if you saw under the fact she could kill you within the blink of an eye, she was a sweetheart. Her heart was made of gold, she was soft and kind the kind of girl thought to be made of honey and glass.

However, not playing by the rules, lead the Handler to become fed up with the bright bubbly girl so she threw her to the end of the world with nothing to ‘harden’ her up. Unfortunately for the Handler that is how Camille Winters met Five Hargreeves and the two became inseparable - unstoppable - the perfect duo.

There were moments where Cammie was willing to murder Five Hargreeves, and that was the day he got the equations wrong.

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It was a cold Thursday night when Allison Hargreeves was talking with her friends about the revolution in the hair salon. It was like any other day.

Until - with a loud crash, the door was thrust open. Everyone jumped to their feet, standing in a defensive position.

In the door frame stood a girl, who looked to be in her teens. Her face was unreadable as she spoke in a clear commanding voice.

“I’m Cammie. Man over the road called the cops on ya love. I’d disperse the mothers meeting”

Allison never got to thank her, she was gone as quick as she came.

***

Klaus as never one for constant socialising, which is why he was sat in an empty coffee shop with Ben sat opposite him. He didn’t notice the girl in a waitress uniform stand next to him until she spoke.

“Im Cammie, you want anything else Mister?”

Klaus looked up, to see a teen girl staring back at him with an unreadable expression.

“Are you not a little young to be of the working class my dear?” he asked absentmindedly. Ben rolled his eyes.

The girl smiled. “Im way older then you would believe darling,” she turned to where Ben was sat, seemingly invisible to anyone but Klaus. “And what about you hot stuff?” she smirked.

Klaus lifted his head from his arms “You can see him?” he asked

“No one ever comes in here darling, I think I’d notice not one but two cuties when they walk in,”

Ben sent an awkward smile “No thank you.” he said.

Cammie sent a sweet smile before walking off. She was gone before they could say anything else.

***

Cammie was furious. And that was an understatement. Five had gone through the portal, taking her with him to get back to his family but somehow she was thrown away and separated from him thrown back into the 60′s where she tried desperately to find him. Then, when she awoke to the grimy alleyway she had been chucked into she realised that she was stuck in her teenage body.

She told Five. She told him the equations were wrong but did he listen? Nope.

And now she was stuck god knows where.

Now, Cammie like Five had extraordinary powers. Although there lines of what she could do were blurred she could see flashes of events that happened in the past, present and future. In other words, time was her bitch. But when she saw the flash of Five being threatened by the Handler her blood boiled.

The only issue with Five is that the little shit couldn't seem to stay in the right timeline so Cammie didn’t know when he would be experiencing what she thought he was going through.

Needless to say all thoughts of common sense went out the window when she saw the Handler pointing a gun at her teenage husband. So naturally she teleported to the commission.

When she arrived the Handler was sitting at her office with an unpleasant smirk on her face. In-front of her were two people whom Cammie did not recognise. The first was a man, with long Jesus style hair and tan skin. He had tan skin and wore a shocked expression. The other was a woman with shoulder length dark hair and wide brown eyes. The Handler did not seem even slightly surprised and Cammie’s sudden appearance.

“Cammie dear, to what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked smiling.

“Why the HELL is my husband?” She growled, eyes narrowing into slits. The Handler rolled her eyes.

“Ah yes. Don’t worry he’s a free man, still trying to stop what cannot be stopped..I must say you do look better at this age than you did two weeks ago”

Cammie rolled her eyes, looking at the two people next to her, who were staring in shock.

“I told him.” Cammie said angrily. “I told him the equations were wrong. But my husband thought he was right.”

Cammie picked up a Vase and threw it against the bookshelf so it shattered into a million pieces. “BECAUSE FIVE HARGREEVES NEVER FUCKING LISTENS”

The Handler didn’t even blink, but the man in the chair with the Jesus hair spoke up “Hold on a minuet, Five Hargreeves is your husband? The bastard managed to get married??”

Cammie laughed. “And how would you know him?”

The man paused for a moment, “Im his brother, Deigo”

Cammie rolled her eyes, “Tell me, was he always a little shit?”

“Yes,”

The Handler stood up, picking up a gun and pointing it at Cammie who didn’t seem even slightly fazed at the fact her life was being threatened. By now it was a common occurrence. “What do you want Cammie?” she said

“Where. Is. My. Husband.” she seethed

Diego spoke up “Last I heard he was with a Man called Elliot, down an alleyway”

Cammie turned to face him “How come your’e more helpful in a second than Five has been his entire life?”

“Tell me, do you flirt with all the Haregreeve siblings?” The Handler sneered.

Cammie laughed “She’s just salty Five chose me and not her.”

The Handler raised her weapon firing multiple times but it was too late. In a flash of blue light Cammie was gone.

“Five got Married?”

***

Five and Luther were having a nice little conversation about the poor dead Elliot in the chair when they saw a flash of blue light which seemed to be emitting a lot of crashing sounds and swearing coming from the balcony below them.

“Shit. Its the commission get down.” Five whispered to Luther who decided to do as he was told.

“How have they found us?”

Five sighed running his hands through his hair in frustration as he peeked behind the sofa. “I don’t know, but they are dangerous so be careful.”

“FIVE HARGREEVES I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU ARE HERE I AM GOING TO WRING YOUR NECK AND STAB YOUR EYES OUT WITH SPOONS”

“How many enemies do you have??” asked Luther eyes wide in shock.

However Five was staring at where the sound was coming from with a slight smile on his face. Luther was more shocked that Five was producing a genuine smile than anything else.

“She’s not an enemy” he said standing up and walking to the stairs.

“FIVE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL YOU”

Luther looked at him incredulously “Well she sure sounds like it.”

When Five got to the stairs, he was relieved to see Cammie, standing hands on hips glaring at him with the angriest stare she could muster. He merely smiled back, finding it slightly amusing how angry she was. (And slightly scary but he would never admit that)

As soon as it clicked that Five was in fact okay, Cammie marched up the staircase yelling how much she was going to absolutely slaughter him, her speed not slowing down as she drew nearer

“Er - Five? Are you sure she is not the enemy because she looks -”

Luther watched as Cammie came nearer to his brother unsure of what to do until she ...kissed Five?

The girl had ran to Five and placed her hands firmly on the sides of his face pulling him down to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. Her hands travelled to his hair, running her hands through it.

Luther just stood there mouth open, trying to comprehend what was happening in front of him.

The kiss broke, leaving Cammie still on her toes, face buried in the crook of Fives neck as he had one arm still wrapped around her waist and the other stroking her hair.

“W h a t?” Luther finally managed to get out

The pair separated looking up at the bigger man, who was staring between the two blankly. first of all he was shocked that Cammie hadn’t tried to kill them, but also the fact that his annoying, self centred arsehole of a brother actually found love - and not to mention the fact he had never seen Five as happy as he looked right now.

“Cammie, this is my brother Luther, Luther this is my wife Cammie.”

“Im sorry you are married?”

Five rolled his eyes so Luther turned to Cammie.

“You actually like him?”

At this Cammie laughed, brushing hair out of Five’s face “Surprisingly I do - even if he never listens to me.”

Five turned to her “I do listen to you!”

“Erm no you don’t. I told you the calculations were off but you didn’t listen to me”

Five open and closed his mouth but no words came out, so he turned to Luther.

“We carry on with the plan, but this time we have her. She is so much better.”

“I still can’t get over the fact that you are married,”

***

Cammie was laid in bed. Her head was on Fives chest, her arms wrapped around him, her leg hooked up on his waist. He was snuggled into her, burying his face in her hair as she slept, his arms tightly wrapped around her

The Hargreeve siblings were stood around around them, each with their mouth open slightly in shock.

“Can anyone else not get over the fact Five is Married?” Luther asked

“To a reasonable person no doubt,” Allison continued.

“And a baddass. The commission adore and are terrified by her.” Diego added

“Ben and I would like to point out she clearly makes Five happy. That’s a yay right?”

“Vanya nodded her head. “He looks at peace for once.”

And he did. For the first time in years the siblings saw their grumpy, annoying, pessimistic brother smile, a real genuine smile.

“If you guys don’t stop staring he will kill you,”

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allisoooon · 3 years

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I really wish we could get more scenes with Allison and Five interacting as a duo, but I don't know if that's going to ever happen :(

Last season made a point of everyone interacting a lot with someone they hadn't interacted with much in season one--Diego and Five, Luther and Vanya, Klaus and Allison. Hell, even Ben got a couple of scenes with non-Klaus siblings, and they couldn't even see or hear him under normal circumstances. I think season three will do the same.

I also think I've heard at least Emmy Raver-Lampman express the same thing you have, and Blackman tends to give the actors what they want when it makes sense for the story. Same thing that gives me hope for Luther and Klaus teaming up at some point--the actors have been vocal about wanting it.

Actually, I think some of the team-ups we really need from the next couple seasons would be Allison and Five, Klaus and Luther, and Vanya with literally everyone except probably Allison but especially Diego and Klaus. It's a huge shame we didn't get to see much of Ben with his other siblings, but I think that's just part of his tragedy. You don't generally get a farewell tour before you go, and no one is really prepared to lose someone.

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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A Very Merry Mikaelson Christmas | Rebekah & Kol #15

Request: @hellotvshowtrash “I can’t stop thinking about holiday prompt 15 said by Rebekah to Kol during Mikaelson family tree decoration” GIRL-

Prompt: “I love you but if you drop another ornament I will maim you.”

Word Count: 900ish

Christmas Master List

Decorating the Mikaelson compound is always a feat, to say the very least. There are railings that need garland, doorways that need mistletoe, and about twenty wreaths that need to be placed on every door. Every single door. Kol insists on it. Every year. It’s almost easier to just nod and smile and pray that the week-- yes it takes an entire week to decorate and that’s with five people --goes by smoothly. It takes a whole day alone to decorate the tree.

That day is today.

You shake your head, padding barefoot down the hallway with a bag of popcorn and a plate of cookies in one hand and a couple cans of soda tucked precariously under your other arm. You snuck out of the room twenty minutes ago when the yelling started, something about using the wrong tinsel, and you have been mulling around the kitchen in search of snacks. You’re almost certain the outbursts are only going to increase if you don’t get some food into these Mikaelsons.

“Kol,” you hear Rebekah’s voice, loud and full of venom, “I love you but if you drop another ornament I will maim you!”

You quicken your pace, hurrying faster to the courtyard before you hear any bones snapping. You can never be too safe when it comes to them.

You round the corner and almost drop the plate in your hand, your mouth falling open at the sight in front of you. There, right in front of the tree, are Rebekah and Kol in full vampire mode, their fangs bared at each other and their eyes pure black. At their feet is a sea of smashed Christmas ornaments and various strings of lights, all tangled together. Behind them, doing absolutely nothing about the scene in front of them, are Elijah and Klaus, each with a glass of honey coloured liquid. Something tells you whatever they’re drinking is less than sweet.

You set your treats down quickly, catching their eyes and motioning to the vamped out siblings who keep taking steps towards each other. Each time they do you can hear the glass of the ornaments crunching under their shoes. You widen your eyes at Elijah who only shrugs, his t-shirt a clear indication of his thoughts. He’s off babysitting duty today. You huff, glaring at him before turning back to the destructive duo.

You slip on your shoes quickly, thankful that you left a pair of chucks out here a few days ago when you were anticipating something like this. You tie the laces, not ready to tempt the fates by leaving yourself open to being tripped into a pile of broken glass, and jump to your feet, shoving a bite of cookie in your mouth for good measure.

You swallow before you get to Kol and Rebekah, who are now less than three feet apart, also not ready to succumb to death by Christmas cookie. You swallow back a laugh that bubbles up when you truly take in the scene before you. Bekah is staring at Kol, her eyes fiery and glued to his hand which is above his head. Upon closer inspection you see that he’s taunting her, holding a ballerina ornament as if he’s going to let it fall at any moment. What the fuck?

You step quickly between them, the ornaments crunching under your converse, and look rapidly between them a few times while you try to figure out a way to de-escalate the situation. To be completely honest, you’re at a loss.

“Can someone please explain what exactly is happening right now?” You put your hands on your hips, raising your eyebrows and waiting.

Kol’s cheeks flood red instantly, sheepishly hiding the ornament he was ready to forcibly end behind his back, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, darling.”

You roll your eyes at him, holding your hand out and tapping your foot, the glass crunching once more, “hand it over, Mikaelson. There will be no bloodshed over a ballerina slipper today.”

He huffs but gives it to you anyway, his mouth half curved in a grin. You scrunch your nose at him before turning to Rebekah, trying not to laugh at her pout. You pass her the ornament, careful not to accidentally let it fall after all your hard work.

“Thank you, lovely,” Bekah coos sweetly before growling over your shoulder, “that heathen over there doesn’t know how to handle breakable things with care.”

She carefully hangs the ornament on an empty branch, easily falling back into her rhythm of decorating. You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that the Christmas bloodshed has been avoided. For now. It’s been postponed, at least.

“Not true,” Kol calls back, his voice muffled, no doubt from one of the cookies you supplied, “I was careful last night, isn’t that right darling?”

This time your cheeks heat, your face burning as you pick up a tangled string of lights, doing your best to ignore him. You can hear someone choke on their drink, probably Elijah, and the warmth creeps down your neck. Perhaps the bloodshed hasn’t been postponed all that long after all. Kol just laughs, munching away on more cookies. You can’t help but smile lightly to yourself, your fingers working mindlessly at the lights. Would it truly be a Mikaelson Christmas without the wanting to rip one of their heads off?

You turn, smiling sweetly at the grinning vampire, “Just come untangle these lights before I strangle you with them.”

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zontiky · 3 years

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okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream

this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd

pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh

The Hargreeves siblings are dead.

Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.

When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.

He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.

Anyway.

Klaus.

He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.

Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.

“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.

His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”

Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.

Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”

Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.

Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry.

And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)

The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.

righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol

five shows up

he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts

god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk

somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober

or maybe hes high for all eternity?

for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober

so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers

asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry

he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,

if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,

ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless

and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge

five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him

dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse

OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along

i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((

for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist

IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK

okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.

1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves

after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit

which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse

bc theyd:

trust each other more

already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge

are working as a team from the very beginning

have open lines of communication

yeah uh. so there

vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen

oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf

there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar

so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise

okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd

2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist

this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on

subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk

aaaaaa

five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd

is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting

either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train

3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back

this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO

basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk

4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist

five with a gun but hes sad now

i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different

and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??

SCREAMS

i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)

subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something

yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd

subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind

i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa

okay jesus christ i think that’s all

I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3

#didnt proofread this at all 💀 fhsdfks #tua #the umbrella academy #pls dont let this flop i spent like an hour on it hfjksd #aus #team zero #ben hargreeves #wip #I GUESS #misc #ghosting au

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sunsummonerswhore · 10 months

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Five is 99% sass and 1% I NEED TO SAVE MY DUMBASS FAMILY

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letbenfuck2021 · 3 years

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be the thing that buries me (ao3)

For the last four years, Vanya finds herself both prison and prisoner. She doesn’t have super powers. She isn’t physically strong or a tactical genius. But ordinary and helpless as she is, Vanya is determined to find a way to save her brother. She doesn’t want her body to be a cage anymore.

sequel to “inside your head the sound of glass”

rating. explicit. warnings/tags. pseudo/sibling-incest, dub-con, dead dove: do not eat, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, dark fic.

chapter 1:

It’s cold in the city. Winter came early this year, a brutal cold snap billowing in about a week or so after the Academy turned eighteen and it showed no signs of letting up. And it is this frigid autumn that finds Vanya nearly freezing at the kitchen table, attempting to cut carrots into somewhat bite-sized pieces. She is, so far, mostly failing.

“Vanya darling,” Grace calls from across the room where she is preparing cornish hens for roasting. “Why don’t you head to the drawing room? It’s much warmer up there.”

This was the third time Grace had made this exact suggestion in the past hour. Vanya’s clacking teeth and the precarious way her hands shake as she presses the blade of her knife down is agitating Grace’s programming. Each heavy thunk against the cutting board causes Grace to twitch, an electrical impulse in her software reacting to the quickly climbing probability of injury occurring.

“I’m okay, mom,” Vanya replies under her breath before lifting the butt of the knife once more and wrestling the carrot into place under the blade.

It’s a little past four in the afternoon and already dark, a cold blue light washes the room and leeches all the warmth from the air. A few moments, Grace will reach for the light switch on the far wall and plunge them into the dingy orange light of the fluorescents overhead. But for now, Vanya sits at the kitchen table, shivering under a large sweater, a hoodie and two thermals and narrowly fails to slice open her own hand as she cuts away another jagged, ugly piece of carrot.

“What the fuck? Watch what you’re doing, Al! You almost took my fucking head off!”

“Don’t be a bitch, Diego.”

The echo of Allison and Diego’s bickering wafts in through the open window above the kitchen sink from outside in the courtyard. They’re running drills practically in the dark and it is only growing darker, but her siblings still have another thirty minutes to go before they can venture indoors. When their father took Ben, Luther, and Five on mission three week ago, Reginald had given strict instructions for all of those left behind. Her own orders had been sparse but from what she could tell, her siblings’ regimen was rigorous and immensely detailed. When they aren’t training, they are out patrolling and running other smaller missions. in the last ten days much to her dismay. Vanya sees her siblings more in the paper than in person, but she’s been waiting, planning for her moment and now, it’s almost here. So, despite the cold, despite the blade that veers too close for comfort to her left hand and the damn carrot that rolls once again beneath her knife, Vanya is determined to wait.

“Yeah! Duuun’t be a beeotch, Deeeeee-yego!” Klaus calls from somewhere else in the courtyard before bursting into a shriek of laughter.

Even his laugh sounds slurred. His voice is quite a bit more muffled than either Allison or Diego’s, as though he’d tucked himself into the far corner of the yard and it was really a miracle that he was awake at all. The night before, Klaus had slipped out sometime around midnight and hadn’t returned until that afternoon. No one said a thing when he’d stumbled into the dining room in the middle of lunch and draped himself casually across his seat across from Diego. These days, no one saw virtue in commenting on Klaus’ perpetual lack of sobriety. In the same way that no one said anything about what was going on between her and Five or the horizontal scars littering Ben’s forearms. They’ve all quietly decided that it’s easier to turn a blind eye to all these things. They’ve all agreed that Klaus’ slurred speech sounds better than his screams in the middle of the night.

“Let’s go again, Diego,” Allison called out. “Start from the top.”

If Diego had any reservations about running through another set in the dark freezing cold, he made no audible dispute. Instead, the courtyard went silent again except for the occasional grunt or shout from either of her siblings. Though it didn’t always seem like it, Diego and Allison were a pretty dynamic duo in hand to hand, at least that’s what she’d heard from Five. When he ran missions, Five would often pair them together despite Allison’s protests. Keeping Allison and Luther apart was perhaps a petty move on Five’s part but it was also a strategic one. Five often talked about their siblings to Vanya, his dissatisfaction with them, his begrudging affection all tied up in his keen observation. It’s a little like listening to a story, a novel on audiobook about people in a far away land. After what happened to Five, the line in the sand that was between Vanya and her siblings was now drawn in concrete. Reginald had always done his best to keep her separated from the others. She wasn’t a complete fool. Having her hold blank clipboards, blow whistles, and stand beside him during training were all his not-so-subtle ways of indicating to them all that Vanya was not like them. And if that message wasn’t clear enough then the slow building resentment towards her would surely do the job. Though her mundanity had damned her, it had saved her as well from the brutal, violent reality that her siblings inhabited. They all begrudged her, her normal and therefore privileged existence. What happened to Five was just the final nail in the coffin. Not even Ben would acknowledge her these days.

“Ah!”

The knife slips in her grasp too far for her to recover in time before the blade cuts a line across her thumb, from the edge of her nail to the first knuckle. The wound looks, at first, completely innocuous. Bright red across her pale, clammy skin but thin and strangely static as though someone had drawn on her in red ink. Then, the wound unfolds. Her skin unfurling like a curtain as the blood begins to pour and the sting turns into intense pain.

“Oh dear,” Grace suddenly at Vanya’s side.

Before she bleeds all over the table, Grace reaches out and grips Vanya’s thumb with a kitchen towel. Her mother squeezes tightly, the pressure stopping the sharp pain but it’s replaced with a throbbing ache that is just as intense and leaves Vanya breathless.

“Sorry, mom,” Vanya murmurs, finding the words difficult to form.

Grace crouches down, her other hand deftly fishing a small tin box from the pocket of her apron. She releases Vanya’s wounded thumb for a second to open the little box. The aching pressure on her thumb releases for just a second before a sharp burning pain floods her senses. The world seems to shrink to her bleeding digit and Vanya blanches when she sees something white peeking out of the mess of blood and tissue. As soon as the box is opened and placed on the table, Grace’s hand moves to cover her thumb again, her steady fingers putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure over the wound.

"Is it bad?”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,“ she says though Grace has yet to actually inspect the injury.

They wait like that for a few moments. The pain in her hand is making Vanya’s head spin while Grace begins to hum. Vanya looks up from her finger and finds her mother’s face turned towards the open window over the sink.

"Your brothers and sister should be coming in soon. They’ve been playing all day. I hope they won’t be too tired for dinner.”

She still spoke about them all as though they were children. Breakfasts were still happy faces made of fried eggs and bacon, pancakes with shapes made of chocolate chips. What she must think of them all, her children. Though she made no comment on it, Grace left Vanya’s clean and folded clothes in Five’s room now and left her daily meds there as well. After another moment of looking out into the dark, Grace turns her attention back to Vanya’s thumb and uncovers it. Her face is a portrait of bland concern.

“Hm, we may need stitches,” she says, pinching at the wound and pushing the disparate edges together and letting them fall apart again. “Why don’t we just patch it up for now and we’ll see from there?”

Grace smiles and it’s beautiful. Of course it is, she’d been made to be that way. Vanya often wondered if her mother had once been a real woman, someone with real feelings, with thoughts and desires that existed beyond whatever Reginald had coded into her. Grace stands from her crouched position, easily keeping her balance despite her tasteful, four-inch pumps. She instructs Vanya to replace the towel and put pressure on the wound while she goes to wash her hands at the sink.

“Your brothers and sister should be coming in soon,” she says with her back turned to Vanya. “They’ve been playing all day. I hope they won’t be too tired for dinner.”

The old pipes groan as the faucet sputters, at first there’s barely a trickle but Grace’s hands are poised and moving as though through a steady stream.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, mom.”

This earns Vanya another wide, blank-eyed smile when Grace turns around wiping her hands on her apron. It takes a few minutes for Grace to clean and bandage Vanya’s thumb. The sharpness of the initial pain has faded and is replaced by deeper ache that makes her head spin and stomach turn ever so slightly. Grace admires her handy work then lets out a small gasp as though she’s just realized something.

“Vanya darling,” she says standing to her full height. “Why don’t you head to the drawing room? It’s much warmer up there.”

Vanya shakes her head, eyes still glued to her injured thumb trying but failing to will the pain away.

“It’s okay,” Vanya implores.

Grace tilts her head to the side, the large curls in her blonde hair shift like water sloshing. She looks troubled, her programming stumped. The girl is clearly half-freezing and now injured as well. She should be someplace warmer, perhaps even in bed. Vanya is fragile, ordinary, and largely incapable of contributing to the household. This all information that has been coded into Grace as truths. Vanya should be out of the way as much as possible but heavily supervised. Quickly, her mechanics run through the options and settle on this.

A wide smile and “maybe some hot chocolate instead. Warm you up a little.”

Before Vanya can decline, Grace sets to work. First she covers the Cornish hens in foil, they’ll need to sit for another half an hour before they’ll be ready for roasting and the stove will need at least half that time to finish rising to temperature. The air in the kitchen is cold enough that she doesn’t need to put birds back in the refrigerator. Instead, she leaves them sitting on the counter when she goes to fetch milk and a saucepan.

“Why don’t you sit closer to the stove, dear? It’s much warmer there.”

Vanya glances out at the window over the sink. She thinks she can just make out the sounds of labored breathing but all she can see is darkness. They’ll be finished soon and she doesn’t want to miss her chance but Vanya is also freezing and the painful throbbing in her thumb is making her dizzy so she relents and slinks across the room to the stove. She bypasses the chair at the end of the table and opts instead to squat down beside the old rusting appliance. Grace had been right; it’s infinitely warmer in her new location, though Vanya already knew it would be. This isn’t the first winter evening that she’s spent crouched at Grace’s feet beside the stove waiting just to catch a glimpse of her siblings.

“Did you remember to take your vitamins today?” Grace says from above her.

Vanya nods, doing her best to balance on her heels and stay clear of the heated metal beside her. How could she ever forget? Her “vitamins” are actually a cocktail of different medications that she takes on a daily basis. Recently, she’d noticed the arrival of a new pill, round, pale and though she’d been given no explanation for its sudden appearance the timing of its addition suggests that it was some kind of contraceptive. It had been Five who offered that particular hypothesis about the new pill’s purpose. And despite being somewhat relieved that she had one less thing to worry about, Vanya had been downright scandalized and denied even the possibility. Instead she had insisted that there must have been a new development in her condition.

The smell of milk heating wafts through the air, cutting through the cold and making Vanya’s stomach churn. Her thumb still hurts, the pain seems to be growing as more time passes but she tries not to think about it. Instead, she focuses on Grace humming a song that sounds simultaneously familiar and alien as the warm smell of milk and chocolate hangs in the air.

Vanya considers asking Grace now about the new pill. It isn’t uncommon for pills to appear and disappear according to what her condition required. When she was four, Vanya had contracted a highly contagious illness and had to be quarantined away from the rest of her siblings for months. She’d undergone multiple treatments and a couple surgeries, and even now she required vigilance and a strict adherence to a daily chemical regimen prescribed by her father.

Vanya could remember practically nothing of her illness and the resulting treatments. Most of early childhood is a vague smudge for Vanya and what she knows of her condition is a patchwork of bits and pieces she’s overheard or been told. Nothing from that time of her life feels real, except for Five of course. He’s the only thing that she can remember with any sort of clarity from her childhood. There is of course the rejection, the loneliness, the utter desolation of being an ordinary child in a clutch of extraordinary ones, but those things are more like a murky lake of misery. Five stands out like a raging flame. She remembers him dogging her relentlessly, always seeking her company, rooting out her little hiding spots in the house. At first, it had been painfully awkward to be under the weight of his attention but it wasn’t long before painful awkwardness became desperate craving. Now, Vanya can’t imagine who she could possibly be without Five.

The stove steadily grows hotter and Grace’s humming begins to skew atonal. Five and the others are scheduled to return that night though. Reginald had called earlier in the day but, according to Pogo, he didn’t give a specific time. The thought of Five’s impending return sets Vanya’s teeth on edge, with both eagerness and apprehension. Pogo had been tight lipped about the progress of their mission and so she had no ability to tell what mood her brother would be in when he returned. Every mission took a toll on him, truthfully on all her siblings and Vanya worries what state Five will return to her in but she wants Five home, whatever state he’s in.

“Oh my dears! You’re practically popsicles!”

Grace’s exclamation jostles Vanya awake. At some point, she’d managed to drift off with her back pressed against the wall and balanced on her heels. She’s sweating beneath her layers, the stove’s oven is nearly to temperature.

“We’re fine, mom,“ Diego replies, his voice is labored and when Vanya peeks up over the table, she notices that he has Klaus on his back.

“Why don’t you all have a seat, you’re just in time for hot chocolate!”

There’s a shuffle of feet and the sound of a chair legs screeching across the floor. Vanya rises to her feet just in time to watch Diego dump Klaus unceremoniously into an empty chair.

”Ow, Didi,“ Klaus whines. "Try a little tenderness wouldya? I’m precious cargo.”

His speech is still slurred but there’s a clarity to his words that wasn’t quite there earlier when Vanya had overheard him in the courtyard. Besides his griping, the room falls silent as soon as Diego and Allison spot Vanya. They both tense up as though they’ve seen a wild animal.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Diego snarls.

His animosity is nothing new but Vanya winces regardless and tries to focus her attention on her sister.

“She lives here, genius,” Allison retorts glibly but the tension doesn’t leave her body.

Grace, seemingly unaware of the uncomfortable strain between her children, moves throughout the kitchen gathering mugs and setting them out on the table.With a mechanical poise, she divides up the hot chocolate into four perfectly even portions. Klaus doesn’t seem to notice what’s happening either. He’s opted to bury his face into his crossed arms resting on the table in front of him and doze off.

“I need to talk to you,” Vanya says, trying her best not to look at her brother.

“Like hell you do,“ Diego barks.

Vanya almost loses her nerve. Of all her siblings, Diego despises her the most or it may just be that he has the hardest time hiding it.

“Relax, Two. Drink your cocoa.”

Despite being Number Three, Allison is the unquestionable superior. Diego could never quite convince himself that he was or could ever be better than his sister. Allison easily outdid all her brothers in almost all things and where she was found lacking, she found ways to make up the difference. Diego respected Allison and so he usually deferred to her and this time is no different. He doesn’t stop glaring at Vanya but he takes a seat beside Klaus.

“Let’s talk upstairs, Vanya,” Allison says evenly. “It’ll be warmer up there.”

Vanya nods in reply and follows her sister out of the kitchen. Diego watches her leave with a hostile glare and kicks Klaus’ chair so hard that it jostles him awake. Behind her, Vanya hears them bicker.

"Get up asshole and drink your cocoa.”

“It’s hot chocolate.”

“Same thing.”

“What? No it’s not!”

Their voices grow vague as Vanya and Allison ascend. Vanya’s heart is fluttering in her chest and her stomach, which has been in knots all day, only gets worse. Vanya is afraid of Allison. Not in the way she fears Luther. She still has nightmares of the sound of her own fingers snapping, joints popping out of place and searing pain of skin ripping. She isn’t scared of Allison like she’s scared of Diego who took every opportunity to verbally berate her. Vanya has no memory of Allison ever being especially cruel to her or physically harming her but she knows what Allison can do and that’s more than enough reason to fear her.

“H-how was training?” Vanya asks hesitantly.

As much as she fears her sister, Vanya admires her more. Allison was everything that Vanya wishes she could be. Beautiful, strong, confident and most importantly, Allison is special. She’s extraordinary. And even if she’s scared of her, Vanya wants so badly for Allison to like her.

“It was like negative twenty out there,” Allison replies without turning around. “It sucked.”

Vanya nods even though Allison can’t see her. She doesn’t know how to reply to that. It had been years since she’s been allowed to participate, even in a spectator position, in training.

Allison leads her to the main parlor where a fire’s been lit. It’s exponentially warmer here and Vanya finally feels as though she can think straight. She watches as Allison makes a beeline for one of the ornate couches and lays herself out with a huff. Vanya opts to stand off to the side, nearer to the fireplace.

“Um..thanks fo-

“Just tell me what you want.”

Vanya’s throat suddenly feels dry. She can’t see Allison’s face from where she’s standing but she can hear the cold annoyance in her voice. It makes her feel small but she shoves the feeling down.

“I…I want you to undo the rumor you used on Five.”

Allison sighs heavily from her lounging position.

“Vanya. Really? This shit again?”

“Please, Allison. If you could just try, I know yo-“”

“I’ve already told you. I’m not doing that,“ she says sitting up. "Why don’t you just accept that he’s obsessed with you and take the win?”

“It’s not a win!” Vanya shouts, her voice cracks.

Allison looks genuinely startled by the outburst and it emboldens Vanya. She takes a step closer and continues.

“It hurts him. He’s not even himself anymore and he’s trapped here because of it. Because of me .”

What Vanya isn’t saying is, because of you. Allison hears it anyway.

“You can do it,” Vanya implores. “If you would just try.”

“I can’t,“ Allison says, punctuating her assertion by standing.

Allison is fairly tall for a girl her age and she certainly dwarfs Vanya’s miniscule five feet. She’s an intimidating figure but Vanya won’t back down.

"Yes you can. You’re the only one who can help us.”

“This is getting old. And a little pathetic. Enough already.”

With that, Allison turns and makes for the door but Vanya rushes forward. Before she can stop herself, Vanya reaches out and grabs Allison by the wrist.

“I’m just trying to help our brother! Why won’t you help me?”

As soon as Vanya touches her skin, Allison recoils pulling her wrist from her sister’s grasp. The force causes Vanya to stumble and Allison feels sorry for it. In all honesty, she has nothing personal against her sister. She doesn’t particularly like Vanya but she doesn’t hate her the way Diego does and she isn’t scared of her like Klaus and Ben seem to be. Truthfully, Allison doesn’t know Vanya. They’d lived practically their entire lives under the same roof, grew up together, shared meals, slept in rooms barely twenty feet apart but Allison had never felt any closer to Vanya than she felt to any given stranger off the street.

“Stop, Vanya. Just stop. You’re not helping, you’re just trying to make me feel guilty.”

“I’m no-”

“Yes. You are. And you know what? I am guilty. I made the rumor. I agreed to say it. I’m guilty. But that hasn’t changed anything for the last four years. It isn’t gonna change anything now. If you really wanna help Five, maybe you should stop blaming everyone else and figure out how to do it on your own.“

"Well you let Dad treat Luther like a tool all he wants,” Vanya says and she knows she should stop but the bitter words spilling out of her like vomit. “I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that you won’t help us.”

Vanya knows she made a mistake. Allison watches as her sister’s expression changes from resentful anger to utter fear and she wants to laugh. Allison had always pitied Vanya for her weakness and they both knew it. But for the first time, Allison is beginning to realize that she doesn’t just pity Vanya, she resents her. She had never once in her life been allowed to even seem weak but her sister wallowed in her frailty, relied on it even. Some dark, nasty part of Allison wonders if that’s why Five was attracted to Vanya so much in the first place. Five like little else more than feeling superior.

“I-I’m sorry,” Vanya stuttered, her eyes wide with fear. “I didn’t mean…”

Her trembling lip, Vanya’s little body shrinking away with anticipation. Terror slinks off of her like a rotten stench. Allison takes it all in and she feels terribly powerful. This isn’t a new experience for her. Allison had often stood above opponents, criminals, vandals, sometimes even her own brothers, and she loved being above them. She liked to savor the intoxicating feeling of being the winner, the victor because that was the Hargreeves way. Do whatever it takes to get on top and stay there. Even if you have to cheat and Allison had no qualms about playing dirty and yet, for some reason, the sight of her sister, trembling before doesn’t make her feel triumphant, it makes her feel sick.

“I’m sorry, Allison. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Vanya barely manages to choke the words out, her teeth are nearly chattering with how sacred she is. Looking at her makes Allison feel sick. Her shoulders suddenly feel too heavy, they slump as she sighs. She’s so tired that it nearly brings her to tears. But she doesn’t cry. Allison doesn’t get to cry, no matter how much she wants to.

"You’re right. You shouldn’t say that. Even if I wanted to, I don’t know if I could undo the rumor. They just have to run their course.”

\\\\

She wakes into the dark with a crick in her neck. She’d fallen asleep with her head at the foot of Five’s bed again, staring out at the snow falling against the darkness. It’s a bad habit but she’d always liked Five’s windows. Vanya isn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep but after her encounter with Allison, she’d dragged herself up to Five’s room, buried herself under his comforter and tried to find some solace in the snowfall outside his window. She must have succeeded because when she wakes, it’s nearly midnight and there’s someone with her in the dark.

“When did you get back?” she murmurs apologetically.

It’s become an unspoken ritual that Vanya waits up for Five when he comes back from a longer mission. It wasn’t always possible, but Vanya tried her best to be there for him whenever he got back. She attempts to turn her head to see his face but the muscles in her neck spasm. She can hear the sound of her own groan entering into the cold silence, jostling the air and she thinks she also hears a laugh. Just a small huff of air really, beside her ear all warm and soft in a way that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand.

His thumb finds the tight muscle in her neck, massaging circles into her flesh. It hurts at first, the sudden pressure makes her gasp and the flush of blood back into the area makes her a little dizzy. He curls his fingers under her neck, arching it upward so that he can suck hickeys into the skin he’d just massaged. She’ll be peppered with purple marks, too high above her collar and plentiful to cover but even so, she cranes her neck and lifts her chin exposing more skin for him to mark. Ever since the Paris job, they had settled into a kind of uneasy armistice. There had been no explicit discussion, no bargaining or clear transaction but something of a conclusion had been reached.

"Fi-ah!”

His teeth find the sensitive spot where her neck curves into her shoulder. Five bites down, hard enough to make her jump but not enough to break the skin. It’s both agonizing and thrilling the way it hurts.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, it’s the first words he’s spoken to her in almost three weeks.

He, Ben, and Luther had been running some kind of reconnaissance mission where secrecy was of the utmost importance and there had been no chance for the odd phone call home. His mouth is hot and wet over her skin as he trails languid kisses along her collar bone then back up to where he’s no doubt left teeth marks in her skin. His breath is warm, ghosting over the sensitive skin.

“Did you miss me?” Five murmurs, hovering over her aching skin.

At first, Vanya can only manage a sigh. He feels good, there’s no denying it. As much effort she puts into keeping the lines drawn between what is real and what is the rumor, Vanya can’t lie about how he makes her feel. Five would have been a talented lover under any circumstance. Vanya is certain of that though she tries not to think of it much. Even if she believes that had he been given the vast wealth of opportunity that freedom would have afforded him, Five would never have chosen her, it still stings to think of him with others.

Before she manages to answer him in any sort of comprehensible way, Five laves his tongue, wide and flat, over his bite mark. Vanya lets loose a sound that is half whimper and half moan but entirely mortifying. But Five seems to appreciate it, an appreciative hum rumbles across her skin as she tries to catch her breath. It could feel humiliating sometimes, the level of intimacy he demands from her. Five is always struggling closer, ripping through the carefully constructed barriers she’s set between them for their own protection. He wants everything from her, every sound, every reaction and sensation. And had she been more of a fool, Vanya would give it to him freely but she knows that had it not been for the rumor, he would have never wanted it any of this. He may want every single bit of her now, but Vanya knows that when the rumor wears off, he’ll resent for every little inch she gives.

“Five, maybe we shouldn’t-” she begins to say, her nerves outweighing her desires.

But before she can finish her phrase, he bites down again. This time is harder than before, not enough to break the skin but enough to make Vanya yelps. Desperate to find anything to hang on to, she reaches for him, her fingers desperately scrambling across his face, over the shell of his ear, before settling and tangling into his hair. Though her nails are short and dull, there is no doubt that in her frenzy she left behind some damage but Five doesn’t seem to notice or care.

The pain only lasts a moment before he drags his tongue over the new bite dissolving the tension and rendering her a shivering mess. She lets out a low, guttural moan as he continues to mouth at her neck, sucking hickeys into her skin. Something stirs in her belly, a searing, aching need unfurls as his kisses shift downward. The comforter slides off of her body as he draws the middle line of her body. The frigid air is an assault on her body but it only makes her lean into him. Her shoulders rise from the mattress and the hand that had been at her neck trails down between her shoulder blades, propping her up.

She wants to put her arms around him, feel him closer. As terrified as Vanya is of the day when this all comes crashing down, it doesn’t change that she wants Five. Ever since they were kids, Vanya has ached and longed for him, even when he was right beside her. Wanting Five, wanting to be with him, wanting to love him in every way that has, does and will exist is not a new desire for Vanya. Sometimes, she thinks she was born that way. But despite all this, she hesitates as Vanya always does. So cautious, so careful, Vanya loves like a kicked dog. She flinches back before a fist is ever even raised, before he can even think of rejecting her, Vanya has already bowed out in repose.

Vanya is lost to herself, the torrent of desire and fear inside her when she feels the sudden shifting of weight as Five leans back. His hands are gone, the cold crowds in and she loses him in the dark. Turning on to her side, the weight of her raised torso resting on one elbow, Vanya squints into the darkness before her and finds her brother all cast in shadow. He’s not that far from her, his face still level with her own. There’s just enough distance, a few feet maybe, that the darkness leaves his face almost completely obscured. She can make out the curve of his ears, the corners of his jaw but his eyes are lost. He is just a shape, the suggestion of a man but not one entirely. He is some spectre made of stuff darker than the pitch darkness around them. For a second, she’s afraid. She doesn’t recognize him, even when she sits up on her knees, leans in closer. She can’t see him. Her blood pounds in her ears as the fear twists into something else, something more.

“Five?”

“I always forget,” he mumbles but she cannot see his mouth moving. “When I’m away, I always forget. Just how good this feels.”

His voice shakes as he says this, like he’s scared too. Five and Vanya had always shared so much, sweets, sweaters, kisses, why not share their fear as well? Vanya is aware of the phenomenon he’s referring to. It was Diego who had been so kind as to inform her that when Five is far enough away from her, the effects of the rumor lessen and what’s left in its place is a dull ache. A week, maybe a little more and Five starts to act like his old self again.

Hey, Seven. What do you think would happen if you just fucked off for good?

Though it hurt when Diego spit that particular possibility at her, she had to admit, it’s a fair question. Five always espoused how much he missed her while he was away, how desperately he craved her the whole time but she wonders how much of that was actually true. What if he’d been happy while he was away? What if he’d been free? Or at least close enough.

“Did you miss me, Vanya?” he asks once again, this time he sounds unsteady, unsure.

It breaks her heart to hear her brother so degraded, but she can’t answer him. The words just won’t come as she stares back at him across the darkness, his features bleeding into view as her eyes adjust. He looks young. In the dark, he looks like her brother. The brother that had held her fevered hand when they were all ten and a bout of the flu had ripped through the entire academy but had settled on Vanya for nearly a month. This was her brother, who had kissed her on the mouth with sugar glazed lips and fed her so many doughnuts that she thought she would puke.

This is her brother. And she can’t even bring herself to tell him that she misses him. So Vanya takes off her shirt instead. Five waits in the darkness, watching her strip down to her bra. Vanya can feel his eyes on her as she slides her sweater and shirt off together. Her skin is a shock of goosebumps as her hands, already shaking with the cold, reach back to undo the hooks.

“Let me,” she hears him murmur.

He shuffles forward, even on his knees, he’s still level with her eye line. His long arms reach up and close the distance between them as finds the center of the band. It will only take him a few seconds to undo the hooks. Embarrassingly, Five is better at undressing her than she is but for these scant seconds, Vanya allows herself to rest her cheek upon his chest. It’s a small sin, to give herself this bit of comfort but she still feels the weight of it when Five’s hands slowly trail down her arms, taking the straps of her bra with them. She hears Five take a breath, holds it for a few seconds as he drinks in her body.

“You have no idea, Vanya,” he murmurs. “You can’t even imagine what it’s like for me to miss you.”

It’s true and the guilt she feels because of that makes her want to disappear. He skates his hands up her sides, sighing with relief at just being able to touch her skin. He puts his face into the crook of her neck to breathe in deeply.

“You smell like home,” he says into her skin. “You’re everything to me, Vanya. You know that don’t you? I need you with me.”

She nods slowly. It’s true. It’s all true but none of it’s real. His hands drop down to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button as he places kisses along her shoulder, then her clavicle. The click of her zipper coming undone is loud in the silent, dark room. Five pushes them over her hips and down to her knees. Vanya sinks down, laying herself out on her back so that he can free her from her pants completely. He moves quickly from there. His fingers are already curling at the elastic band of her underwear when she stops him.

“Wait,” Vanya says, her hands falling over his own to stop their movement.

Five flinches as though she’s burned him. Under her breath, she murmurs an apology. It’s easy to forget just how brittle the rumor has made him. Her brother has always been such a large, looming figure in her mind, confident, strong, intelligent. Even after four years, Vanya forgets just how easily he breaks. With one hand, she laces her fingers through his own, an act meant to reassure him though he doesn’t seem moved. His eyes are hard as he watches her rise from his bed.

“What are y-” he begins to ask when she detangles her hand from his.

But he falls silent as soon as she turns her back to him, falling to her elbows and knees on his mattress. Behind her, Five takes in a sharp breath.

Then she hears, “fuck.”

Her heart is a sharp staccato in her ears as she feels him lay his hands over her hips, slowly, with near reverence. His hands are cold on her skin, colder even than the air around them. And not for the first time, Vanya wonders where he’s been. Part of her wants to ask him, wants to ask him what he’s done and what he’s given up to be here with her again. He pulls her back, pressing his hips into her ass. Through the fabric of their clothes, she can feel the hardness of his cock and it sends a shiver down her spine. He moans as he rocks his hips and Vanya gasps as he squeezes her buttocks. He leans back just far enough to slide his thumb down and press up against her pussy, feeling her through the fabric. Embarrassingly she can feel the cool dampness that’s spread into the fabric.

“You’re so wet, sis. You must have missed me.”

He nudges into her further, the fabric feels almost coarse on the sensitive flesh but Vanya leans back. There’s no point in playing coy now. Five hums appreciatively, massaging slow circles into her through the fabric in a way that makes her head spin. She’s panting like a dog in heat by the time she feels him push her damp panties aside.

He pushes into her without preamble. It’s rough and Vanya lets out a low sob as the pleasure of him filling her flushes up her spine like a fever. He loops an arm under her belly to hold her in place as he shifts his hips back and thrusts into her again. Five grunts, the heat of his breath fans out across her frigid skin making her shiver. A few more slow, languid strokes before he begins to pick up his pace. Tears bud at the corners of her eyes. Her elbows slide out from under her. The sheets come up to meet her face but his arm is still around her waist, keeping her ass up as he pounds into her so hard that her knees nearly give out.

It’s too much. It’s always too much. She’s all but lost in a haze of pleasure, trying to meet each of his thrusts. It feels good just to be with him, to have him in her and yet, she can’t let go. In the back of her head, she can’t forget that this isn’t real. And the guilt roils in her gut. She suddenly feels sick, her throat tightening until she chokes.

"Fi-Five-ah!” she gasps out.

Her face is pressed into the mattress, fingers grasping at the cotton sheets. The wet slap of flesh against flesh becomes erratic and behind she hears Five groan. His fingers at her waist dig into her flesh. He’s close. Vanya knows it, with each swing of his hips, he grinds into her harder, deeper. Then with a guttural moan, he thrusts one last time and spills into her.

“Sorry,” he gasps. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

His hips are still pressed up against her ass, rocking slowly into her as he rides out his orgasm. It takes a few moments before his breathing evens out, his cock softening within her. He slides out of her gingerly, careful to keep his arm around her waist. Vanya can feel the warm dribble of his cum sliding down her thigh as he gently lowers her to the bed. Sluggishly, she turns over onto her back.

“Lemme finish you,” he mumbles, dropping to his knees and spreading her thighs.

“It’s okay, Five,” she says dazedly. “You’re tired.”

He laughs a little into her skin as he plants kisses up the length of her inner thigh. Five sometimes jokes that she’s a little too polite, especially considering the things they’d done together. It’s cute though, he’d usually say with that too-wide grin of his and she’d blush and try to remember how to breathe. But tonight Five seems unwilling to indulge her impulsive niceties.

It’s still a little uncomfortable for Vanya to let Five eat her out. It’s embarrassing, of course but it’s all a little embarrassing. Sex is a mortifying, uncomfortable ordeal but what isn’t for Vanya? She’s lived her life feeling like an exposed nerve, both acutely vivid and devastatingly deadening. Mostly, it’s the intensity that scares her when he climbs between her thighs with greedy mouth and fingers and extracts from her a feeling that goes beyond pleasure or pain. She can feel it building now as he slides two fingers into her cunt.

He lifts one of her thighs and rests it on his shoulder, the other he pushes back, opening her wider for him. His free arm wraps up under her thigh, looping around and across her hip bone. Sufficiently locking her in place, Five puts his mouth to the top of her pussy. His tongue finds the sensitive spot to the right of her clit, pressing into it, hesitant at first, and when she begins to squirm, he goes harder. He knows her too well, knows that he needs to build up to her clit. The little engorged nub is far too sensitive, so he works around it.

He’s set a languid pace inside her, straying so very close to that erogenous spot. When gets close, brushing just shy of her g spot, it sends a jolt through her and Vanya yelps. She’s so dazed, her body is so warm, unbearably warm but also freezing. The room seems to have gotten colder and it makes every sensation that much sharper. Her nipples are so tight now that it’s almost painful. Five suddenly wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, not hard but it earns him a grunt. Her pleasure crests so suddenly that it leaves her literally breathless. For a second, everything stops, she loses track of herself as she hangs in the balance.

Then, she comes crashing down. Distantly, she feels him inside her, his mouth still on her clit. It takes her a few moments to hear her own squealing, feel her own body scrambling against Five’s grip on her hips. There’s a wet pop and suddenly there’s Five, grinning up at her from between her own thighs. She realizes she’s still breathing as he draws a line of wet, sloppy kisses up her body, to place a sweet peck on the corner of her mouth.

“Sorry,” he says again, then stands.

Vanya dizzily notes that he is still mostly dressed while she lies a complete mess and naked as the day she was born. It somehow always comes to that and Vanya cannot quite make any heads or tails of it. She feels both wound up and completely undone as she watches him undress and toss his clothes on the floor.

“We can go again in a bit,” he maneuvers her body easily, ushering her further on to the bed.

There’s a kind of wired energy to his words but even through hooded, heavy eyes, Vanya can see the sluggishness in him. He climbs in besides her, pulling his comforter over them in one fluid motion. Under the covers, he entangles their bodies, nudging her knees apart and hooking his leg through. He wraps her up in a tight embrace, he’s so much larger than her and she feels completely enveloped, the cold melting away with the heat of his body. Vanya is still too dazed to try to put up any kind of fight. She lets the pleasure of his kisses, peppered erratically over her face, wash over her. His hands wander and grope at her body as he pulls her even closer. Five has a habit of becoming hyper just before he crashes, one last burst of energy before the sudden stop like he’s on a sugar rush.

“I just…I need so-ome shut eye…” he trails off.

His hands still, his mouth is at her hairline, murmuring what sounds like nonsense. As he’s pulled under by exhaustion, Vanya feels herself returning to the surface. She feels both comfortable and uneasy in his arms. Nothing ever feels as good as being with Five but nothing hurts as much either. She’s caught between memorizing this exact moment, locking it away in the deepest, most secret part of her mind and guarding herself against it. It isn’t real. No matter how good it feels, no matter how much she wants it, it isn’t real. She chants this in her head even as she presses her nose into his chest and breathes in deeply. The salt and musky of his damp skin mingles with the brand of mild soap they use at the Academy. She doesn’t know how long she lingers awake, listening to the twin sounds of his heart beating and his slow, even breathing.

None of it can ever be real, she reminds herself. It isn’t her, it isn’t love. It’s the rumor and she can’t ever let herself want more than that. And yet. She feels the words well up inside her, a truth too big to hide in her throat.

"I missed you,” she whispers hoarsely. “I miss you so much it’s killing me.”

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Part 3 of Incorrect Eroica Quotes

Klaus: *holds a gun out to Dorian* Dorian: I-I don't believe in guns. Klaus: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

James: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public. Dorian: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

Dorian: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. James: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Dorian: Seize the dick.

Klaus: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. Because that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Dorian: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

James: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Dorian: We could attack them with hummus. James: I stand corrected. Dorian: Just keeping things in perspective.

James: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Dorian: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. James: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Dorian: Is it working?

Dorian: Am I in trouble? Klaus: Take a guess. Dorian: No? Klaus: Take another guess.

Dorian: Do you take constructive criticism? James: Not without crying.

Dorian: Are you a masochist or a sadist? Klaus, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

Dorian: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? James: Not by the law!

Klaus: Dorian, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement- Dorian: Aww, thanks- Klaus: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

Dorian: I am going to need you to swear- Klaus: Fuck. Dorian: Dorian: ...swear as in promise.

James: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Dorian: You and me! James: *tearing up* Ok.

Dorian: Bonjour, Klaus. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi? Klaus: No, I don't want to sleep with you. Dorian: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

Klaus: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

James: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

Dorian: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed. Klaus: But you do know better.

Dorian: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Klaus: No, we are mad. Dorian: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Klaus: No, we’re not! Dorian: I am not a mind reader, Klaus!

Klaus: What's this? Dorian, hugging Klaus: Affection! Klaus: Disgusting. Klaus: ...Do it again.

James: What are your three best qualities? Dorian: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

Klaus: Start talking! Dorian: Well, I- Klaus: Shut up!

Dorian: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

James: How would you like your coffee? Dorian: As dark and as bitter as my soul. James, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Dorian: When do you usually go to sleep? Klaus: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

Dorian, skipping rocks on a lake with James: It’s such a beautiful evening. James: Yeah, it is. James: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

James: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Dorian: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Klaus: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Dorian.

Klaus: What happened?! Dorian: Do you want the long version or the short version? Klaus: Short?? Dorian: Shit's fucked. Klaus: Okay, long. Dorian: Shit's very fucked.

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Every The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and Legacies Ship Ranked

53. Daroline (Damon Salvatore and Caroline Forbes)

Our first ship is our worst ship because we can't find literally anything nice to say about Daroline. Consent issues, mind-control, and death threats are not exactly the stuff of great romance, and Damon should thank his lucky stars Caroline forgave him for this abominable period when they were together.

52. Calaric (Caroline Forbes and Alaric Saltzman)

Ew. Gross. No. Kill it with fire. We've got no idea what The Vampire Diaries was trying to do with this ship, but we hated every second of it, and we're not ashamed to say it. We don't care that years had passed since Caroline was his student or that there were weirder ages gaps on the show, trying to ship a student-teacher relationship feels wrong no matter which way you slice it.

51. Klenevieve (Klaus Mikaelson and Genevieve)

Klenevieve was a blink and you'll miss it kind of ship on The Originals, but it still technically counts. Ultimately though, Klaus and Genevieve's connection was mostly physical, and there were far too many double-crosses and manipulations on both sides of this relationship to give it much credit.

50. Parkwood (Liv Park and Tyler Lockwood)

Liv and Tyler's love story kind of flew under the radar on The Vampire Diaries, but that's probably just because there were like 18 insane storylines happening at once in Season 6. This ship was actually pretty cute, and the only thing keeping it from a better ranking is the fact that Tyler, you know, killed her with his bare hands to activate his werewolf curse.

49. Malaric (Meredith Fell and Alaric Saltzman)

Talk about ships that flew under the radar. Alaric and Meredith Fell shared a brief tryst in Seasons 3 and 4 of The Vampire Diaries, but this relationship always felt like it was built to move the plot forward instead of the other way around. Kind of too snooze-worthy to deserve a good ranking.

48. Menny (Matt Donovan and Penny Ares)

We're not going to pretend like we cared even a little about Matt and Penny's romance on The Vampire Diaries. However, we're also not going to pretend like the scene where Matt hallucinates her ghost and begs her to take him with her after his car crash was anything other than devastating emotional torture that came out of nowhere and has stayed with us to this day.

47. Jolaric (Jo Parker and Alaric Saltzman)

Jo and Alaric really got the rough end of the stick as far as TVD ships go. They'd only just started to find their groove when Jo found out she was pregnant with twins, forcing them into a shotgun wedding that ended in tragedy. If these two had been given the time to start their family together the way they should have, we have no doubt they could have become one of the show's best duos ever. We'll have to settle for them creating one of the best duos ever -- Josie and Lizzie Saltzman!

46. Rizzie (Rafael Waithe and Lizzie Saltzman)

It's hard not to ship all of the Legacies kids with each other considering the great chemistry that cast has, but Rizzie is one we just never loved. Lizzie seems too intense for Rafael, and Raf doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy that would give her the level of attention and devotion she requires. This ship was kind of a flop in Sesason 1, and we'd prefer it stay that way.

45. Debekah (Damon Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson)

Damon and Rebekah shared one night of tearing ballgowns and tuxes off each other, and then it was never really spoken of again. It's hard to properly rank a ship that basically came down to "that one time we had hate sex," but hookups like this were what The Vampire Diaries was built on.

44. Haylijah (Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson)

We really wanted to rank Haylijah higher on this list, but all the passion and angst in the world can't distract us from the cold hard truth: Hayley and Elijah had issues. Major issues. Not the least of which being that he killed her in the final season of the show. Whether you consider their love story to be one of the best or worst this shared universe ever created, at least you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that they gave it all they had.

43. Klaurora (Klaus Mikaelson and Aurora de Martel)

For as long as we've known Klaus, he was always teetering on the brink of insanity, which is kind of what we loved most about him. Aurora, on the other hand, has been batshit crazy her whole life and it's so not a good look on her. This weird, obsessive, "let's see who can out-crazy the other" romance was not to our taste at all.

42. KymG (Kym and MG)

We can't claim to be huge fans of the romance between Kim and MG on Legacies, though their names fit together so perfectly for a ship name that we almost demand they be endgame based only on that. Unfortunately, the show never really gave them the screen time they needed to get us invested in their love story before Kym decided she'd had enough superantural shenanigans and left Mystic Falls.

41. Elijah Mikaelson and Antoinette Sienna

On every TV show, there are ships that just make us shrug, and Elijah and Antoniette are definitely one of those. They don't even have a ship name, that's forgettable this tryst was. Even with memory loss, hidden pasts, and romantic pinao duets, this couple was kind of just meh.

40. Sizzie (Sebastian and Lizzie Saltzman)

Sebastian and Lizzie may have had potential, but in the end it turned out to be wasted. Their chemistry was off the charts, but like many teenagers swept up in romance, they never really took the time to connect or learn about each other. Maybe that's why they ended on such a sour note. Still, at least Sebastian went out a hero?

39. Jicki (Jeremy Gilbert and Vicki Donovan)

You know, we were really rooting for Jeremy and Vicki when The Vampire Diaries first started. They had that whole, rebels who are too cool for school, but not too cool for love thing going on. Ultimately though, we don't think Vicki would have ever calmed down enough for Jeremy, who was really only pretending to be a wild child to deal with his parents' deaths. This ship just wasn't to be.

38. Maroline (Matt Donovan and Caroline Forbes)

You know those Season 1 ships that you know are never going to make it, but every time you look back on them they make you nostalgic? That's what Maroline is for us. A cute relationship between two characters we love dearly that just never quite fit perfectly together. That being said, if there had been no vampires or life-or-death scenarios in Mystic Falls, Maroline absolutely would have been endgame material.

37. Stalerie (Stefan Salvatore and Valerie Tulle)

Stefan and Valerie had one of the weirdest love stories we've ever seen, but there was still a small part of us that was rooting for them. In a world not besieged by curses and vampire hunters and prison worlds, these two could have really been something! Sadly, Stefan has like five more appealing ships, which is probably why they never really made it that far.

36. Hafael (Hope Mikaelson and Rafael Waithe)

Legacies made a solid attempt to recreate another brotherly love triangle, but we weren't really feeling it with Rafael, Hope, and Landon. Raf and Hope have a great friendship going, but it's probably best left there considering how much more fans seem to prefer her relationship with Landon.

35. Marcille (Marcel Gerard and Camille O'Connell)

Remember when Marcel and Camille were a thing for a hot minute? Neither do we! Sorry to Marcille fans, but though these two had decent chemistry, they just never got a lot of attention as a couple, and so their love story kind of faded into obscurity.

34. Jasie (Jade and Josie Saltzman)

The Vampire Diaries universe sure does love its enemies to lovers ships, doesn't it? Josie and Jade started off on opposing sides in Kai's prison world, but after Jade turned her humanity back on, things started to change between them. At least the sex dreams they started having about each other did. Jade and Josie might be perfect for one another, seeing as they both understand having a dark side that's hard to deny.

33. Carenzo (Caroline Forbes and Enzo St. John)

While Caroline and Enzo never made it past the friendzone, we wouldn't have hated it if they'd had a thing. There was a lack of "epic love story" vibes between them, and when Enzo was at his worst, Caroline brought out the light-hearted, carefree side of him. Plus, all things considered, he really was her type - morally scrupulous Brit, who would burn the world down for the people he loves -- why does that sound familiar?

32. Mizzie (M.G. and Lizzie Saltzman)

Every day we go back and forth on whether MG and Lizzie are soulmates or whether they're the perfect best friend duo of all time. Could they possibly be both? Sure, Lizzie takes MG for granted sometimes, and MG can be a little thoughtless sometimes, but that doesn't mean these two aren't connected in a deep, meaningful way that most people can only dream of.

31. Noralise (Nora and Mary-Louise)

Though we only got them for one season, Nora and Mary-Louise had us from the moment they said hello. We do love a bad girl, and two bad girls together? We're toast! Our favorite thing about this ship is that while it was clear Nora and Mary-Louise didn't care about much in this world, they cared about each other, and that was more than enough for them.

30. Klayley (Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall)

When The Originals first premiered, we were sure Klaus and Hayley would eventually fall in love and live happily ever after with their precious loophole baby, but ultimately these two just weren't meant to be anything more than one really hot night. That being said, watching them as co-parents just proves that not all ships need to be romantic to work.

29. Rope (Roman Sienna and Hope Mikaelson)

Roman and Hope's sweet, timid flirtation on The Originals was like a breath of fresh air after some of the intense, life-changing, epic love stories we'd been getting for five straight years. Rope -- whoever came up with that ship name was having too much fun that day -- would have ranked higher if the whole relationship wasn't just Roman's ploy to get close to Hope's family.

28. Stebekah (Stefan Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson)

The Vampire Diaries had the best flashbacks on TV, hands down, partially because when your characters have lived for centuries, you can really mix things up. One of said mix-ups was the revelation that Stefan and Rebekah had been an item back in the 1920s, and while their romance is probably best left in the age of prohibition, it was always one of our favorites.

27. Hizzie (Hope Mikaelson and Lizzie Saltzman)

Hope and Lizzie would definitely have that whole "enemies to lovers" thing going for them if they ever decided to take the plunge together. The bond we've seen these two develop over the course of Legacies has been so wonderful to watch, and while at the moment we prefer them as badass besties, we wouldn't hate to see them head towards romantic territory someday.

26. Janna (Jeremy Gilbert and Anna Zhu)

When The Vampire Diaries first paired Jeremy and Anna together, we thought our little vampire-loving hearts would give out. They were both so damaged and dark and alone in the world that they somehow fit perfectly together. Not even multiple deaths could keep them apart! Losing this one was hard, but at least ghost Anna came back to hang out occasionally.

25. Datherine (Damon Salvatore and Katherine Pierce)

Call us crazy, but even through all the craziness and manipulation, there seemed to be a spark of something between Damon and Katherine that was just undeniable. Maybe it was the fact that they both put up a dark and diabolical front to mask their real feelings about the way their lives turned out. This wasn't a ship for the ages, but it certainly was a pairing we'll remember forever.

24. Kennett (Kol Mikaelson and Bonnie Bennett)

You know a fandom is strong when it can build a ship of dreams out of like 2 episodes and 10 lines of dialogue, but that's about all Bonnie Bennett and Kol Mikaelson ever shared. And yet somehow, Kennett is always going to feel like the one that got away in terms of ships that totally should've happened but never did.

23. Klamille (Klaus Mikaelson and Camille O'Connell)

Despite their messy ending, Klaus and Camille's relationship showed us sides of each character that we otherwise would never have seen. Though it was missing some of the passion usually found in The Vampire Diaries and The Originals ships, it was still absolutely heartbreaking to watch Klaus lose a woman who meant so much to him when Cami died.

22. Jandon (Josie Saltzman and Landon Kirby)

This short-lived romance between Josie and Landon may not have been super popular with fans, but it was perfectly in character for both these self-sacrificing loners to find their way to one another. It may not have been a romance for the ages, but it was an age-appropriate and utterly endearing one, and that's good enough for us!

21. Kolvina (Kol Mikaelson and Davina Claire)

As one of the few ships that managed to make it out of The Originals series finale alive, we have to give Kol and Davina props. Their love story survived multiple deaths, body-swaps, and that pesky problem of Kol accidentally murdering Davina that one time. We want nothing more than peace and happiness for eternity for these two crazy kids.

20. Jalaric (Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman)

While some believe Alaric's love life is cursed, those of us who watched the early years of The Vampire Diaries know better. Alaric will simply never find someone as perfect for him as Jenna Sommers, which means he's destined to fall in and out of subpar ships forever. Poor guy, it's rough when your soulmate dies so early on in the first of three sequential shows.

19. Klefan (Klaus Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore)

This one's another ship was never technically canon, but as far as we're concerned that was a GRAVE mistake. Klaus and Stefan had chemistry coming out of their ears, and you're seriously trying to tell us that nothing happened between these two during their days of debauchery in the 1920s? Yeah right, you're not fooling us!

18. Jayley (Jackson Kenner and Hayley Marshall)

Jackson and Hayley may not have had the passion and the fire that some of the best TVD ships boasted, but they had something that very few other pairings had: A rock-solid friendship built on trust and understanding that grew organically into true love. Considering how crazy their world was, they both needed a relationship like this to keep them sane, which is maybe why we ended up loving it so much?

17. Kalijah (Katherine Pierce and Elijah Mikaelson)

Katherine and Elijah only shared maybe a handful of scenes together over the entire course of The Vampire Diaries, but they're somehow one of three ships we would have watched an entire spin-off about. Their love stood the test of time and somehow overcame hybrid-sized grudges, and that's about as romantic as it gets.

16. Rebel (Rebekah Mikaelson and Marcel Gerard)

Though we love Marcel and Rebekah (especially when we think about the day they both take the cure and grow old together), this couple had one major problem... One of them wasn't on the show all that often, which meant their romance faded to the background every time Rebekah left town -- which was a lot. We'll put this in the category of ships that were done dirty by logistical, behind-the-scenes stuff.

15. Bamon (Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore)

The Bamon saga was one of the most topsy-turvey things to follow on The Vampire Diaries, but we loved every minute of it. From shipping them a little bit in Season 1 to hating everything about it in Season 3, to watching them grow into best buds in Season 6, Bonnie and Damon went on a journey unparalleled by any other ship in the TVDu. Do we kind of wish they'd given romance a try? Sure. Are we going to let that invalidate how awesome their story was? No way.

14. Gialijah (Gia and Elijah Mikaelson

We're probably going to get some hate for this, but if we had to pick between all of Elijah's ships, Gialijah would probably win out. Sure, they weren't star-crossed lovers or centuries-old flames, but if you're looking for a healthy dynamic (of which Elijah was sorely lacking) with great chemistry and some awesome scenes, Gialijah is the ship for you.

13. Handon (Hope Mikaelson and Landon Kirby)

Hope and Landon are kind of the Stelena of Legacies. Not a pairing that we think will be endgame (no matter how heartbroken that will leave us), but integral to the DNA of the series nonetheless. We're content to enjoy this sweet couple strive for their happy ending, and we'll even root for them most of the time as they grow up together and figure out this crazy supernatural world.

12. Jaiden (Josh Rosza and Aiden)

Oh, Josh and Aiden... the ship that was too pure for this world. Literally. Though both these characters bit the dust before all was said and done on The Originals, their love story was super sweet, and, hey, at least we got to see them reunite in the afterlife!

11. Beremy (Bonnie and Jeremy)

If any of you ever had a crush on your older brother or sister's friends, you'll understand our undying love for Beremy. There was something so cathartic about watching Bonnie realize that Jeremy had grown up to be a sweet, sexy, utterly dateable guy instead of Elena's annoying little brother. Even though the didn't end up together, they deserve a high ranking in this list of epic ships.

10. Posie (Penelope Park and Josie Saltzman)

Considering how few episodes of Legacies Penelope was in before she bounced, it's remarkable that so many people fell so deep in love with the Posie ship. We guess there's just something intoxicating about a bad girl who will do bad things for the girl she loves. If you come for Josie, Penelope will come for you!

9. Steferine (Stefan Salvatore and Katherine Pierce)

Is it weird that we always kind of thought Stefan and Katherine would end up together when all was said and done? Don't get us wrong, that relationship was toxic at best, but when they were on screen together, you just couldn't pull your eyes away from them. It was like watching a really sexy, complicated train wreck in action.

8. Forwood (Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood)

Considering how often Caroline and Tyler were separated (by distance, evil hybrids, or opposing loyalties), it's pretty impressive that they were still one of the most memorable ships from The Vampire Diaries. It some mixed the sweetness of Maroline with the passion of Klaroline, creating a happy middle ground for fans to enjoy.

7. Freelin (Freya Mikaelson and Keelin Malraux)

Did we really understand the term OTP before Freelin existed? We doubt it. Freya and Keelin had their ups and downs on The Originals, to be sure, but through it all, there was never a doubt in our minds that these two strong, smart, sexy women were absolutely made for one another. Knowing they're living out their happily ever after in New Orleans with a cute little baby named Nik is the only thing that gets us through the day sometimes.

6. Steroline (Stefan Salvatore and Caroline Forbes)

Considering how many ships exist in this universe, it's shocking that Steroline is one of only a handful to make it down the aisle. Poor Stefan seemed doomed to be forever locked in a love triangle with his brother until Caroline Forbes entered his life. Not only did he no longer have to deal with love triangle BS, he got to marry his best friend, who he knew would support him through thick and thin. If only it hadn't taken them so long to figure out how awesome they could be together.

5. Benzo (Bonnie Bennett and Enzo St. John)

Sometimes it's hard to ship characters that are thrown together at the end of a series as opposed to the beginning, but that was not the case with Bonnie and Enzo. One minute they were two characters who'd never really interacted much, and the next they were epic loves who built a strong relationship built on trust, compassion, and a lot of laughter. Honestly, they fit so well together even we were surprised by it!

4. Stelena (Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)

Of all the ships to ever grace our screens over the years, there was something truly special about Stefan and Elena. Maybe it's because we associate their love story with some of the best years The Vampire Diaries ever had, or maybe their connection really was just too epic for words. Whatever the case, Stelena was one for the history books, and we dare you to say different.

3. Hosie (Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltman)

It might seem weird to put a ship that's not, technically speaking, canon (yet!) so high on our list, but we absolutely won't apologize for it. Putting aside the obvious fact that these girls are definitely, majorly, into each other, Hope and Josie have proven over and over again that they not only understand each other on a deep, intimate level, they also care enough about one another to go to the ends of the earth to keep each other safe and happy. That kind of devotion when paired with a healthy, supportive dynamic is a killer combination.

2. Klaroline (Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes)

Klaus and Caroline never really got the timing right, but maybe that's what makes this ship one of the best in the history of The Vampire Diaries universe. They were enemies, they were lovers, and they were kind of even friends for a minute there, and the fact that they never really got a chance to be together only makes this ship more EPIC. Plus, it's kind of impossible not to swoon when a guy declares he'll be your last love.

1. Delena (Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)

Was there ever any doubt that this list would end here? Whether you loved Delena or not, there's no denying this couple was iconic, and a large part of The Vampire Diaries' success was built on their love story. Sure, we would have preferred for them to not have different versions of the same fight for four seasons in a row, but that doesn't mean we don't still get major chills whenever we rewatch their first kiss or their series finale happily ever after.

#Legacies #TheOriginals #TheVampireDiaries #TVD #Hosie #Posie #Handon #Delena #Stelena #Haylijah #Klaroline #Klamille #Freelin #JuliePlec #TheCW

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Leverage AU ideas

Submission (Hey, it looked like tumblr sent this to me under your real name, so I’m not gonna say who submitted it just in case that was an accident, but @ submitter if you want credit feel free to hit me up with a URL or something, or reblog this and @ me or whatever!):

Idrk how tumblr works but, for your leverage au: Vanya is Reggie’s real daughter which is why she has the violin but she was neglected bc reggie was obsessed with the others. The others are jealous of Vanya for her normal life/being Reggie’s real kid.

Eventually however she comes to the for help (probably bc of Lenard) and she helps them and they become a real family.

Maybe at some point she gets infected with a bio weapon that could kill everyone (maybe lenard tries to sell it to the commission) or learns dangerous information and they all have to save Vanya!

Oh God. (Presuming these are about the Reginald-As-Archie-Raises-The-Kids-As-Criminals AU.) These are so good.

The others are all homeless kids or kids from the system that Reggie plucked out and adopted because he saw tendencies in them that he believed, with training, could make them the best team of criminals around.

And this all translates so well to the canon dynamic where Vanya/the rest of the family both don’t really process the abuse endured by the other party.

Reginald neglects Vanya in favor of the others; tells them they have potential. And when Vanya asks to join in on the lessons he tells her that she has no talent at all. He tells her again and again how he chose the others, and the implication is clear. That if it had been up to him, he never would have chosen her at all.

Meanwhile, the others are jealous of Vanya, Reginald’s biological kid. They’re always aware, on some level, that he only took them in because he thought they might be useful--that it was money and power that brought them into his care, as if he’d bought them. That he could always just...put them back, in a way they feel he can’t do with Vanya. They look at Vanya, who spends her days practicing the violin and studying normal school subjects while they have to devote their days to things like disabling laser grids, swindling people out of their funds, and getting beaten into the ground in martial arts training, and they’re--they’re jealous. Of course they are, even if they don’t know it.

It takes them a long time (though not as long as in canon, I think) to realize they never should have blamed each other. It was always their father.

Instead of writing a tell-all book, Vanya turns over a bunch of information to the FBI. Their father gets arrested, a handful of the siblings get their covers blown on an important job and almost get killed by the mark’s henchman. It’s a shitshow all around. Their dad’s the only one to go to jail, though before he serves any real time a sniper takes him out through a courthouse window. They can’t figure out who did it; the mystery haunts them all for years. The others don’t get caught, but they’re still furious that Vanya almost got them killed.

(And later, much later, Vanya will join up with her family to run a con. Some of them haven’t let go of their suspicion and hurt yet. She doesn’t quite blame them, but it still stings. But here’s the thing. There are always people out there looking to exploit weakness. And Vanya will argue with her siblings. Diego will snap: don’t pretend like you care, you almost got us killed!

And Harold Jenkins will be waiting. Once a young homeless thief and grifter himself, Harold heard of Reginald Hargreeves collecting prodigious young criminals off the street and begged, begged Hargreeves to take him in. Hargreeves had sniffed, shouldered the child out of the way. If you really had any talent, Hargreeves had said, you would have conned me into it.

But Reginald Hargreeves’ vision had always been flawed. Harold is no perfect criminal, but he’s a dangerous one. And when Vanya storms out of the team’s homebase in the torrential rain, Harold pops his hood up, plasters the gentle, personable smile of Leonard Peabody onto his face, and sets his con into motion.)

They all split ways for a while, the way I described in my other post. Allison keeps grifting. Falls in love with a mark, Patrick, at one point. It ends badly. Ben and Klaus are a hacker/thief duo, except Ben has more scruples about who they victimize than Klaus, and it makes things tense as hell between them sometimes. Diego is working as a ‘retrieval specialist’ with an intense moral code and a willingness to turn on anyone that hires him if they prove themselves shitty enough. Luther gets out of the life and goes to live in the same apartment complex as Vanya. They end up staying close the whole time, with Vanya giving music lessons out of her apartment and Luther teaching martial arts classes.

And then they all get a missive. An invitation, a promise of a job. Luther almost throws it away, but Vanya stops him. We should check it out, she says. And so they do. And there they find all the others: Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Ben.

And Five. Five, the brother they’ve long thought dead. He looks tired. And after he fields their frantic embraces, their questions, and even lets them cry on him a bit (though he doesn’t look very happy about it), he leans back, and he tells them he has a job to offer them all.

He gets a chorus of rejections almost immediately. Vanya presumes she isn’t invited. Luther says he’s out of the game, and Allison says she’s trying to get out. Diego mainly seems skeptical that Five has anything worth offering. Klaus wants to go back to his apartment and not take jobs that are like, hard, or anything. Low risk only, please. Come on, Ben, let’s go.

Ben shoots Klaus a furious glare. Actually, he says. I can make my own decisions, Klaus. I want to hear what Five has to say.

Five has to repress a grin. Ben has always been Five’s favorite brother.

Five puts a manila folder on the table. His siblings pick it up, start passing it around. It’s not long before they’re frowning, clearly distressed by what they’re reading.

“His name is James Moore,” Five says. “He’s seven years old. He has a rare blood disease, but there’s a new experimental treatment that his doctors believe could save his life. His insurance company is refusing to pay for his treatment; they keep forcing the family to jump through loopholes. It’s a, uh, company policy that they didn’t include in the contract. Stall paying for treatment until it’s too late. Commit a moral atrocity, let innocents die, profit. Y’know how it goes. Age old story, really.”

“I don’t con sick people,” Diego says, and Five rolls his eyes.

“Good, because that’s not what I’m suggesting.”

“The insurance company?” Allison catches on first. Ben follows suit, eyebrows shooting up as he realizes what Five is saying. “You’re suggesting we con Perseus Insurance? Owned by one of the most powerful men in the world? That Perseus Insurance?”

Five leans forward, rests his elbows on his knees. He’s planned this speech. He has a plan to take down the Commission, but it involves moving a lot of pieces very, very slowly. And if he can take down some other bad people along the way? Good. But he needs a team he can trust. He needs his family, which means this pitch needs to work.

“The rich and powerful take what they want,” Five says slowly. “Right now, James and his family,” he gestures to the Moore file, “are suffering under an enormous weight. I’m suggesting that we provide...leverage.”

#long post #tua #the umbrella academy #leverage AU #WHOOPS #i want to say the vanya situation doesn't get that far? theyre closer in this verse #but harold very much is trying to destroy their family #luckily the others catch on and wreck his shit first #is five the sniper that killed their dad?#[sips tea] PERHAPS #submission

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Five and Allison for the character ask thingie!

five:

favorite thing about them: his unconditional love for his family

least favorite thing about them: almost all of the bad things about him add complexity to his character, so i can’t really say that i have a least favorite thing about him. however, i will say that flirting with autumn (the woman at the bar(?) luther worked at) was out of character for him. that has more to do with the writing but it still kinda bothered me

favorite line: “all those years in the apocalypse, we never stopped worrying about our family.”

brOTP: five and vanya!! they are the best brother-sister duo and i absolutely love them

OTP: five and dolores. i think what’s interesting about their relationship is how five’s level of dedication towards dolores conveys that he isn’t completely ignoring the more vulnerable part of himself but rather projecting it onto something (or someone?) else.

nOTP: i’ve seen that a few people ship five and the handler while he’s still in his 13 year old body and like... no?? it irks me and i hate it so much. she’s very creepy with him and i 100% do not support it. also, five and any of his siblings, obviously. especially five and vanya because it’s been becoming more popular (i think?) after season 2 aired.

random headcanon: he’s asexual. this headcanon is very near and dear to my heart as is hufflepuff!five

unpopular opinion: the outburst of five attacking the vending machine should’ve happened after he fails to get his siblings back together in season two. of course, there’s no vending machine for him to yell at, but if he’s going to loose it, i feel like he should have a specific reason to get angry. while he was under a lot of stress when he kicked the vending machine, the stress is more of an underlying factor because there wasn’t a specific catalyst to his rage. this is a juxtaposition to the blatant frustration in the alleyway with luther and klaus when half of his siblings are not there in time.

song i associate with them: i have so many songs that fit his character so well and a few of them are dead hearts by stars, new person, same old mistakes by tame impala and down to the second by zach berkman

favorite picture of them: the sheer heartbreak and realization on his face here is incredibly raw here and i really love it!!

allison:

favorite thing about them: her compassion for her family, how she truly wants to be a good person and live a life separated from her powers. also, the fact that she opens up to ray about her powers was something i really liked!!

least favorite thing about them: i’ll have to put more thought into this because i cannot think of anything that i don’t like about her at the moment haha

favorite line: “everything i have i've earned, and it feels really good.”

brOTP: i cannot decide between allison and vanya, allison and diego and allison and klaus. i also really liked the pool scene when her and klaus reunited, it was really sweet

OTP: almond!! i didn’t expect to love them as much as i do, yet here we are

nOTP: allison and luther or allison with any of her siblings. i’m 100% here for her and luther as best friends, but not as a romantic relationship

random headcanon: whenever any of her siblings are having a bad day, allison always brings them to a cafe and buys them their favorite drink/pastry and listens to what’s bothering them.

unpopular opinion: i don’t really have any unpopular opinions about her that i can think of

song i associate with them: not what i meant by dodie reminds me SO MUCH of allison.

favorite picture of them: this is less of a picture and more of a scene but this moment really stuck with me

thanks for the ask!!

#ask 🍂

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2019 In TV - My Top 10 Shows

This past year may have sucked balls in a lot of ways, but we certainly never got short-changed when it came to our TV. There was an absolute WEALTH of truly cracking TV around, both on regular networks and on the various on-demand platforms, and so here is my pick of the best, my absolute favourites of 2019.

10. WATCHMEN

Lost co-creator Damon Lindelof brings us a blinding sequel to comic book legend Alan Moore’s legendary graphic novel with a delightfully trippy, ruthlessly efficient rug-puller that seems pretty tailor-made for HBO. Old faces return in interesting ways, while there are some cracking new “masks” on offer, particularly Regina King’s Sister Night and the always-brilliant Tim Blake Nelson as morally complex antihero Looking Glass (in some ways very much the show’s own answer to Rorschach). It never goes where you expect it to go, and refuses to give easy answers to the questions it raises, effortlessly paving the way for more next year ...

9. THE BOYS

Amazon offers up its own edgy, thoroughly adult superhero property with this darkly funny antiheroic gem based on the cult Garth Ennis comic, expertly adapted by Supernatural creator Eric Kripke. Karl Urban dominates as Billy Butcher, the foul-mouthed, morally bankrupt “leader” of a makeshift crew of mercenaries, hitmen and psycho killers devoted to “taking care of” superheroes when they inevitably go bad. Season 1 ultimately serves as an origin story, showing how the team come together, laying quality groundwork for the incoming sophomore tour that promises to open the already fascinating world out significantly.

8. PREACHER (SEASON 4)

More Garth Ennis, namely this blinder of a closing season for AMC’s consistently impressive adaptation of his best known series for Vertigo comics. Surprisingly epic, deliciously subversive and constantly, darkly hilarious, this thoroughly non-PC series from showrunners Sam Catlin, Evan Goldberg and Seth Rogen (yes! I Know!) certainly went out on a high note, providing its loyal followers with perfectly-pitched bow-outs and sometimes heartbreaking goodbyes for all its players, especially its dynamite leads, Dominic Cooper, Ruth Negga and, in particular, Joe Gilgun as unapologetic bad boy vampire Cassidy. A worthy end to one of my all-time favourite TV shows.

7. THE WITCHER

While it’s clearly taken its look from the wildly successful video games, Netflix’s second most ambitious long-form offering of the year takes its lead from the fantasy book series by Polish author Andrzej Sapkowski that started it all. With its somewhat episodic set-up and decidedly twisted narrative timelines, it take a few chapters to get the hang of it, but there’s plenty to draw you in, from the exotic world-building to the frenetic action and compelling collection of richly crafted characters. Henry Cavill is the titular hero, lovably grouchy mutant monster-hunter Geralt of Rivia, but the real scene-stealer is co-star Anya Chalotra as roguishly self-serving mage Yennefer of Vengenberg.

6. CARNIVAL ROW

One of the year’s two big sleeper hit TV surprises for me was this inventively offbeat allegorical Amazon fantasy series from The 4400 creator René Echevarria and screenwriter Travis Beacham. Orlando Bloom and Cara Delevigne are the star-crossed lovers at the heart of this intriguingly dark and dirty murder mystery thriller set in Victorian London-esque city-state the Burgue, in which humans struggle to co-exist alongside a struggling disenfranchised underclass of fae (fairies, fawns, centaurs and the like). The racial turmoil undertones are writ large throughout, but this is far more well-written and lavishly appointed than you might expect on first glance, and almost ridiculously addictive viewing.

5. LOVE, DEATH + ROBOTS

My other big TV surprise was this wonderfully bizarre sci-fi anthology series of animated shorts from Netflix, mostly adapted from an eclectic selection of short stories from a wide range of top-notch literary talent including Peter F. Hamilton, John Scalzi, Marko Kloos and Alastair Reynolds (a particular favourite of mine). As you’d expect from the brainchild of Deadpool director Tim Miller and producer David Fincher, this is edgy, leftfield stuff, frequently ultra-violent and decidedly adult, and the wildly varied nature of the material on offer makes for a decidedly uneven tone, but there are some absolute gems on offer here, my favourite being Suits, an enjoyably simple tale of salt-of-the-earth farmers on an alien world utilising clunky mech suits to protect their settlement from rampaging giant xeno-bugs.

4. THE DARK CRYSTAL: AGE OF RESISTANCE

The show with the biggest cinematic wow factor in 2019 had to be this long-awaited prequel series to Jim Henson’s classic fantasy movie masterpiece, created for Netflix by, of all people, Louis Leterrier (yes, the director of The Transporter, Now You See Me and Clash of the Titans, if you can believe it). The technology may have evolved in leaps and bounds, but there’s a wonderfully old school vibe in the delightfully physical puppet effects used to bring the fantastical world of Thra and its denizens to life, so that it truly does feel like it’s based in the same world as the film. This was EASILY the most visually arresting show of 2019, packed with exquisite character, creature and set design that perfectly complements the awesome work done by Henson and Brian Froud on the original, while the writers have created a darkly rich narrative tapestry that makes Thra seem a more dangerous place than ever.

3. THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

I was a HUGE fan of My Chemical Romance frontman Gerard Way’s magnificently oddball alternative superhero comic, so when I learned that Netflix were adapting it I was a little wary because I knew how spectacularly hard it would be for ANY showrunners to get right. Thankfully Steve Blackman (Fargo season 2) and Jeremy Slater (The Exorcist TV series) were the right choice, because this perfectly captured the outsider nature of the characters and their endearingly dysfunctional family dynamic. Ellen Page, Tom Hopper (Black Sails, Merlin), David Castañeda and Emmy Raver-Lampman are all excellent as the more “functional” Hargreeves siblings, but the show is roundly stolen by Misfits star Robert Sheehan and Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn’s Aidan Gallagher as nihilistic clairvoyant Klaus and the old-man-in-a-child’s-body sociopath known only as Number Five. Consistently surprising and brilliantly bonkers, this was definitely the year’s most wonderfully WEIRD show.

2. STRANGER THINGS (SEASON 3)

Writer-director duo the Duffer Brothers’ ultra-nostalgic 80s-set coming-of-age sci-fi horror series remains the undisputed jewel in Netflix’s long-form crown with this consistently top-drawer third season expertly maintaining the blockbuster-level standards we’ve come to expect. This year the cross-dimensional shenanigans have largely been jettisoned, replaced by a gleefully nasty through-line of icky body horror that would make major influences like David Cronenberg and Stuart Gordon proud, as perennial teenage bad boy Billy Hargrove (the fantastically menacing Dacre Montgomery) becomes the leader of an army of psychic slaves under the control of the Upside Down’s monstrous Mind Flayer. The kids are all brilliant as always, Winona Ryder and David Harbour really get to build on their strong-yet-spiky chemistry, and the show is almost effortlessly stolen by Joe Keery as one-time golden boy Steve Harrington and series-newcomer Maya Hawke as his nerdy new foil Robin Buckley, who were very nearly the cutest couple on TV in 2019. Another gold standard season for a true gold standard show.

1. GOOD OMENS

Sadly, legendary author Terry Pratchett died before he could see the adaptation of one of his most beloved novels (and one of my all-time literary favourites too) see the light of day, but at least his co-author Neil Gaiman was around to bring it to fruition with the aid of seasoned TV director David Mckinnon (Jekyll, Doctor Who, Sherlock), and the end result sure did him proud, perfectly capturing the deeply satirical voice and winningly anarchic, gleefully offbeat and gently subversive humour of the original novel. David Tennant and Michael Sheen could both have been born to play Crowley and Aziraphale, the angel and demon nominally charged with watching over the young Antichrist in preparation for his role in the End Times, even though they would both much rather the world just went on quite happily the way it is, thanks very much. This is about as perfect an adaptation as you can get, the six hour-long episodes giving the surprisingly complex story time to breathe and grow organically, and the result is the most fun I spent in front of my TV this year.

#best TV 2019 #watchmen #the boys #preacher #the witcher #carnival row #love death + robots #love death & robots #the dark crystal age of resistance #The Umbrella Academy #stranger things 3 #good omens

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A Powerful Duo: Chapter 1

We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, forty-three women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

A young woman, in her early thirties, walked across a stage carrying a violin case. She made her way to the center of the stage where a stool sat and placed the instrument case down onto it. She then took a moment to open the case to pull out said instrument before tucking the violin under her chin. She took a deep breath before picking up her bow and begun to play, Phantom of the Opera.

Elsewhere, an alarm clock began to blare at twenty-three, twenty-eight…eleven twenty-eight p.m. A hand hit the clock, silencing it before groaning and getting out of bed. The person that was in the bed, took a moment to scratch an itch before leaving his bedroom, tiredly walking down a narrow hallway and bumping his head, causing him to groan again. He flipped two switches on a machine as he passed by it before checking on his little potted plant, watering it. Then, he took a moment to put on his space suit before exiting the space station he resided in, with a plastic bag in his hand.

Number One: Luther

Luther made his way across the moon to a pod filled to the brim with bags with some resting on the ground beside it. He placed the bag in his hand in the pile of bags that were on the ground.

(The violinist begins to speed up her playing a little)

A man with a bandana covering the lower half of his face shoves another guy into a wall, knocking over a lamp and causing a picture to become crooked before the masked guy brought the other guy to his bound family.

"Show me where the safe is or your family is dead!" the robber threatens the man.

The robber's partner shone his flashlight on the three family members and placed his hand on the grandmother's shoulder. The three bounded family members screamed in fear but, it was muffled due to the duct tape over their mouths.

"Where's the safe?" the robber asked again, leading the father into another room.

"Just leave us alone!" he pleads.

Another robber follows his partner into the other room with the father, a shadowed figured stood outside the now unguarded window. He made his way into the building, taking out one guy by snapping his neck before appearing from out behind a wall. He had a domino mask on and was dressed in black leather with a knife sheath across his chest.

Number Two: Diego

Diego began to attack the robbers, there were at least five of them.

"Who is this guy?" one managed to ask before he was knocked unconscious.

Diego continued to fight off the other robbers, sending a knife at one of them that ended with their hand impaled to the wall. Diego then broke another guys' arm before sending him into the wall, his face hitting a family portrait before he crashed to he ground.

(The violin music continues to speed up)

A multitude of cameras are flashing at a red carpet event as a woman of color in a maroon dress makes her way across the carpet. She's temporarily stopped as someone whispers into her ear before she continues walking to stand in front of the set-up backdrop.

Number Three: Allison

The paparazzi talks over themselves as they take rapid fired shots of Allison who gives them a smile. She pauses in front of the back drop and strikes a pose, going with resting her right hand on her hip before switching hands.

(The violinist then switches songs, beginning to play Angel of Music)

A man dressed in all black slides out of the top bunk and sighs.

Number Four: Klaus

"Hey, you…stay strong. I believe in you." he tells an older man that was resting on the top bunk of another bed in the room he was in as he made his way out.

"You, not so much." he tells another person in passing, this guy was on the lower bunk.

He chuckles as he walks out of the room.

"Bye Klaus," a man says.

Klaus raises his right hand, which had the word Hello tattooed on it, to the man standing behind a counter. The man places down a small Ziploc bag onto the counter that Klaus grabs and shoves into his pocket.

"We'll see you soon, Klaus," the man behind the counter says before flicking a sobriety coin at him which he was quick to catch.

"Stay sober." the man reminds him as Klaus walks out of the rehabilitation center.

(The violinist continues with her solo)

Luther makes his way across the moon to watch as the sun peeks out from behind the Earth, when a radio beeps.

"Incoming transmission," the automated voice states.

He flips open a flap to read the transmission. He can't believe what he's read, the information sending him into slight shock before his attention returns back to Earth.

Diego picks up his bloody knife off the ground.

(The song switches to Think of Me)

He goes to walk out of the house when he hears fanfare coming from the tv. Diego peers around the wall before walking into the living room, curious.

"We're going now live to a breaking story." a newscast man said on the tv.

Diego couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"One more!" a man shouts.

"Allison, here!" another man shouts.

Cameras continue to flash at Allison but, one guy stops as someone talks to him. More photographers call out Allison's name to get her to look in their direction.

"Allison! Have you heard the news? When was the last time you saw your father?" the one photographer asked.

Allison's expression changed then at the mention of her father.

"Have you heard from your brothers or sisters?" one woman asks.

A woman walks up to Allison on the carpet, talking indistinctively to her before leading her off the carpet.

"Allison, will you wear Valentino to the funeral?" a woman asks.

A police car drives by causing Klaus to look behind him for a moment before carrying on down the alleyway. He greets a hooded man, discretely trading off the sobriety coin for drugs before he exits the alley. Sirens begin to wail.

(A rock version of The Music of the Night begins to play)

Klaus sits up with a gasp, an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. He was in the back of an ambulance and had just been revived. He takes the mask off before beginning to laugh, shaking his head wildly before letting out a groan and falling back onto a cabinet behind him. He high fives the EMT, letting out a whoop before a news fanfare from the small tv in the back of the truck played. He turns his attention to the screen, wondering what was being reported.

"Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire." the news reporter stated.

The violinist begins to finish up her solo, the lights in the theater coming on. It was empty, save for one chair in the front. In the chair sat a girl that looked identical to the violinist on the stage, she was just dressed differently. She enjoyed the performance her twin put on for her.

Number Seven and Number Eight: Vanya and Ivanna

Vanya packed up her violin and hopped off the stage, walking up to her sister. Ivanna gave her sister a smile before wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulders as they walked out of the Icarus theater. The twins stuck close together as they walked down the sidewalk, past bustling people. They walked by a tv store when Vanya stopped. Ivanna looked at her twin sister in confusion before turning to look at the tv screens, watching the news that was being shown.

"Dad…" Vanya said, trailing off.

The two of them got lost in thought for a moment as the picture being displayed switched from a picture of Reginald to a picture of the young Umbrella Academy kids except for the two of them.

"Come on, let's go home." Ivanna says.

The two of them turn away from the tv before continuing on down the sidewalk until they stopped and signaled for a cab. When one stopped, the twins climbed into the backseat and Vanya gave the driver the address to the Umbrella Academy mansion. The twins stared out of their windows as they attempted to process what had happened while also remembering the past, remembering Five's disappearance and Ben's death. When the taxi stops, Vanya pulls open the sliding door of the vehicle before stepping out, Ivanna exiting right behind her. The two of them stared up at their old home before walking across the street and up the front stairs before they each opened a door before walking into their old home. They looked around the foyer upon entering, not surprised to see that nothing had changed.

"Hi mom," Ivanna greets once she saw their mother sitting in the living room.

But, their mother never gave any sign that she heard them come in.

"Mom?" Vanya called out in confusion.

The twins could hear someone's footsteps walking down the large case of stairs.

"Vanya? Ivanna?" a familiar voice asks.

The twins turned to the steps to see their sister approaching them.

"You guys are actually here," she says as if she couldn't believe it.

"Hi Allison," they greeted.

"Hello sisters." Allison returned the greeting, approaching them.

She stopped before the twins and they were uncertain about what was going to happen next. But then Allison embraced the both of them in a hug. Footsteps approached their direction.

"Ah, what are they doing here? You don't belong here, not after what you did and neither do you, you're probably the one who convinced her to write the book in the first place." It was Diego who had walked in.

The three sisters separated from their hug and the twins looked down in guilt.

"You're seriously going to do this today?" Allison asked him.

"Way to dress for the occasion, by the way." she adds.

"At least I'm wearing black," Diego responds as he headed up the stairs.

"You know what? I-we…maybe he's right." Ivanna says.

"And we shouldn't…" Vanya adds.

"Forget about him, I'm glad you're both here." Allison tells them.

The twins give Allison small smiles each. The three of them stood there for a moment before going their separate ways. The twins walked into the living room and Allison headed upstairs. Ivanna paused to stare up at the portrait of their missing brother, Five, while Vanya walked over to the bookshelf. She searched the shelves for a moment before grabbing a familiar book.

Extra Ordinary: Our Lives as Number Seven and Number Eight. Written by: Vanya Hargreeves

Vanya flipped the book over to the back to read her little autobiography that was there before turning it back over and opening the cover. She flipped the first page to get to the blank page where the note she left their father.

Dad,

Figured, why not.

"Welcome home Ms. Vanya. And you as well Ms. Ivanna." a male voice spoke up as he walked into the room.

Vanya looked up from her book and Ivanna turned her head to look at the Chimpanzee that had walked into the room.

"Pogo, so good to see you." Vanya tells him, giving him a hug.

"Ah yes, your autobiography." Pogo says, referencing the book.

"Do you know um…did he ever read it?" Vanya asks.

"Hmm…not that I'm aware of." Pogo tells her.

"How long has it been since Five disappeared?" Ivanna piped up.

Vanya and Pogo walked over to where Ivanna stood and looked up at the portrait of the missing boy.

"It's been sixteen years, four months and fourteen days." Pogo answered.

The twins gave the chimpanzee a look of surprise, not expecting an exact answer.

"Your father insisted I keep track." he tells them.

"You wanna know something stupid? I always used to leave the lights on for him. I was scared that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again. So, every night I'd make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on." Vanya says, remembering the fond memory.

"Oh, I remember your snacks. I'm pretty sure I stepped in half of those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." Pogo recalls.

Pogo then sighed, "Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope." he tells them.

"And look at where that got him." Ivanna said.

Pogo gave a slight nod of his head before he walked out of the room. The twins took a seat on the couch and eventually the rest of their siblings joined them.

"Um…" Luther starts.

Klaus pours himself a drink at the bar in the back.

"I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have sort of a memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot." Luther continued.

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison asked him.

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther asked them.

Klaus rounded the side of the couch, "Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." he says, standing beside Ivanna who was seated on the couch.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here." Luther chastises him.

"Is that my skirt?" Allison asks Klaus, noticing what he was wearing.

"What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits." Klaus tells her, gesturing to his pelvis at the last part.

Allison made a face of disgust at what Klaus had suggested and Ivanna let out a chuckle at her brother's antics.

"Listen up. There are still some important things that we need to discuss, alright?" Luther says.

"Like what?" Diego asks in confusion.

"Like the way he died." Luther says as if it was obvious.

"And here we go." Diego says with a roll of his eyes.

The twins shared a look before looking back at their brother and Klaus plopped down on the couch beside Ivanna.

"I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack." Vanya said.

"Yeah, according to the coroner." Luther says.

"Well, wouldn't they know?" Ivanna asked in partial confusion.

"Theoretically." Luther said.

"Theoretically?" Allison asked in disbelief, not believing her brother would doubt the professionals.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, that something happened. The last time I spoke to dad, he sounded strange." Luther says.

"Oh, quelle surprise!" Klaus said with his mouth full of his drink.

"Strange how?" Allison asks.

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust." Luther tells her.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles." Diego says as he got out of his seat and approached his brother.

"No. He must've known something was going to happen." Luther argued.

He then turned his attention to Klaus, "Look, I know you don't like to do it but, I need you to talk to dad." he tells him.

Allison scoffed.

"I can't just call on dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just…stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"" Klaus says.

"Since when? That's your thing." Luther reminded him.

"I'm not in…the right frame of mind." Klaus says.

"You're high?" Allison asked him.

"Yeah! Yeah!" he says with a laugh.

"I mean, how are you not, listening to all this nonsense?" he questioned.

"Well, sober up. This is important." Luther tells him.

Klaus sighs.

"Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." Luther continued on.

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego asked.

"Exactly. Its worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge." Luther says.

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked him in suspicion.

"Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad." Diego tells him.

Klaus looks at Luther when he didn't protest the claim.

"You do?" He asked in disbelief.

"How could you think that?" The twins asked at the same time.

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." Diego tells him with sarcasm in his tone, walking past him.

"That's not what I'm saying." Luther says.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy." Klaus says as he gets up from the couch.

He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table beside the couch and the twins stood up from the couch too.

"I'm not finished." Luther states.

"Sorry, I'm just gonna go murder mom. Be right back." Klaus says sarcastically as he walked out the living room.

The twins followed him out and then went separate ways. Ivanna went upstairs and down the hall to her old room that she shared with her twin sister. It still looked the same as when they left it. She had begun to go through her old things that remained in the room, her old uniform in the closet when Tiffany's I Think We're Alone Now began playing from Luther's room. She closed the door to the closet and moved to go through Vanya's sheet music before allowing the melody of the song to move her, dancing in the room. She was enjoying herself when thunder rumbled and the music suddenly stopped. Ivanna stopped dancing when things began to break and some metal objects flew from where they sat to stick to an opposing wall. She left the room and dashed downstairs to join her siblings in the kitchen before walking out into the backyard with her siblings.

"What is it?" Vanya asked, looking up at the sky.

There was some kind of weird disturbance in the sky.

"Don't get too close!" Allison warns, pulling her twin sisters back by their arms.

"Yeah, no shit." Diego says.

"Looks like some kind of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two." Luther says.

"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan." Diego tells him.

"Out of the way!" Klaus shouts as he shoved his way between his siblings.

"What are you-?" Luther began to question.

Klaus was carrying a fire extinguisher in his hands. He attempted to use it to extinguish the anomaly before he threw it at it, which made it disappear.

"What is that going to do?" Allison asked him.

"I don't know. Do you have a better idea?" Klaus asks her.

Some electricity crackled from the anomaly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Everyone get behind me," Luther said, stretching his arms out in an attempt to shield his siblings.

"Yeah, get behind us." Diego says, pushing Klaus back.

"I vote for running, c'mon!" Klaus says.

Vanya held onto her sister's hand, looking at Ivanna with fear in her eyes but, they remained. She turned back to the blue anomaly in the sky and watched as some old guy seemingly became younger before he fell to the ground and the anomaly vanished. The six Hargreeves siblings approached the child on the ground and were surprised when he stood up.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus asks.

Five looks down at himself, taking in his own appearance.

"Shit." he says to himself.

The rest of the siblings stared at him in shock before they followed him back inside when he made his way past them. Five grabbed a butter knife and a cutting board that he sat down on the table in the kitchen.

“What’s the date? The exact date,” he asks, going to grab the remaining bread in its bag.

“The twenty-fourth.” Vanya answered him.

“Of what?” Five asked.

“March.” Ivanna tells him.

Five took a moment to look at his twin sisters, he would never admit it aloud but, he missed them.

“Good.” he says, setting the bag of bread down on the cutting board.

“So, are we going to talk about what just happened?” Luther asks him.

Five ignored his brother, pulling out two slices of bread and setting it down on the wooden cutting board. Klaus and Allison shared a look and Ivanna stared at her returned brother who looked the same as when he disappeared.

“It’s been seventeen years.” Luther says, getting up from the table.

Five scoffs, “Its been a lot longer than that.” he says before teleporting behind Luther.

“I haven’t missed that.” Luther said to himself.

“Where’d you go?” Diego asks.

Five picked up a bag of mini marshmallows of the shelf, “The future,” he answers before teleporting back over to the end of the table where he was going to make a sandwich.

“It’s shit, by the way.” he adds.

“Called it.” Klaus says.

“I should’ve listened to the old man.” Five started, walking over to the fridge.

“You know, jumping through space is one thing…” he trailed off, grabbing the jar of peanut butter and walking back over to the cutting board.

“Jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” he finished.

He unscrewed the peanut butter jar before setting it down and then he looked up at Klaus.

“Nice dress.” he tells him.

“Oh, well, danke.” Klaus says.

“Wait, how did you get back?” Vanya asks.

“In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Five explained.

The five Hargreeves siblings shared a look of confusion with each other except for Ivanna who had spent some time doing research on the likes of time traveling and other things when Five had vanished.

“That makes no sense,” Diego said.

“Well it would if you were smarter,” Five remarks as he began to make his sandwich.

Diego immediately stands up but, Luther puts an arm out to stop him.

“How long were you there?” Luther asked.

“Forty-five years. Give or take.” Five answers.

Luther and Diego both sit back down in shock of the revelation.

“So what are you saying? That you’re fifty-eight?” Luther asks.

“No, my consciousness is fifty-eight. Apparently, my body is now thirteen again.” Five tells him.

“Wait, how does that even work?” Vanya asked in confusion.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh.” Five says before taking a bite out of his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich.

He turned back around to face his family, “Bet she’s laughing now.” he says to himself.

“Delores?” Ivanna asked in confusion.

Five hummed in thoughtfulness before picking up the newspaper on the table with the article in the front talking about the death of Reginald Hargreeves.

“Guess I missed the funeral.” he says.

“How’d you know about that?” Luther asks.

Five makes a face at Luther, “What part of the future do you not understand?” he asked him.

“Heart failure, huh?” he then asks.

“Yeah,” Diego said.

“No,” Luther says immediately after.

“Hmm. Nice to see nothing’s changed.” Five says before going to leave the kitchen.

“Uh, that’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Allison calls after him.

“What else is there to say? Circle of life.” Five responded before walking out of the kitchen.

“Well…that was interesting.” Luther says.

The six siblings all got up from the table and parted ways again. The twins headed to the living room where they found Five, staring up at his portrait over the fireplace.

“Nice to know dad didn’t forget me.” he said, turning to the twins.

“Read your book, by the way. Found it in a library that was still standing.” he tells Vanya.

He walks around his twin sisters, taking in the grandness of the living room before turning back to them again.

“I thought it was pretty good, all things considered.” he tells her.

“Yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. I’m sure it wasn’t that hard to do when you had a good motivator by your side. I’m sure that went over well.” he continued.

“They hate us.” Vanya told him.

“Oh, there are worse things that can happen.” Five says.

“You mean, like what happened to Ben?” Ivanna asked him.

“Was it bad?” Five asks.

The twins only nodded their heads at the same time in silence, hating to remember that day. Five felt a bit guilty for having to bring up that bad memory for his siblings. The three of them eventually joined the rest of the siblings, as well as Grace and Pogo, to head back into the courtyard, everyone, but Luther and Diego, opened an umbrella to shield themselves from the rain.

“Did something happen?” Grace asks.

The siblings all looked to their mother, confused by her question.

“Dad died, remember?” Allison said.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Grace then said sadly.

“Is mom okay?” Allison asked Diego.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Diego tells her.

Pogo took his place on the left side of Vanya, Ivanna standing on her right.

“Whenever you’re ready, dear boy.” he tells Luther.

Luther nodded his head before opening the urn that contained Reginald’s ashes. He poured it out and they all watched as it just fell to the ground in a pile.

“Probably would’ve been better with some wind.” Luther says.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” Pogo asks.

Nobody said anything, its not really like any of them had anything nice to say about the man except for Luther probably, who always tried to see the good in their father. But, he didn’t want to say anything.

“Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master…and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy…” Pogo spoke.

“He was a monster.” Diego interrupted him.

Klaus laughs at his brother’s input.

“He was a bad person and a worse father. The world’s better off without him.” Diego continued.

“Diego,” Allison called his name in an attempt to chastise him.

“My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn’t be bothered to give us actual names. He had mom do it.” Diego says.

“Would anyone like something to eat?” Grace spoke up.

“No, it’s okay mom.” Vanya tells her.

“Oh okay.” Grace says.

“Look, you want to pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.” Diego says, stepping out of the line his siblings had formed and turned to look at all of them.

“You should stop talking now.” Luther tells him.

Diego turned around to face him, “You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One.” he says to him.

“I’m warning you.” Luther states.

“After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away.” Diego reminds him.

“Diego, stop talking.” Luther said firmly.

“That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you!” Diego tells him.

The two of them began fighting, swinging punches at the other. Vanya pulls Grace back and Ivanna follows her.

“Boys, stop this at once!” Pogo commanded.

Klaus put his arm out and pushed Five back, only for the younger boy to slap his arm away. Luther managed to land a punch on one of Diego’s arms.

“Come on, big boy!” Diego taunted.

He dodged Luther’s swing and punched him in the stomach before repeatedly hit Luther’s back when he was bent over.

“Stop it!” Vanya called out.

“Hit him. Hit him.” Klaus cheered them on.

Diego and Luther continued to fight each other. They landed punches every now and then before Luther threw Diego to the ground. Diego immediately got up and went to swing at Luther who had caught his arm.

“Get off me!” Diego says, managing to pry his arm out of Luther’s grip by dodging when Luther attempted to bring his free hand down on his outstretched arm.

They continued to fight, panting from the energy they were using.

“We don’t have time for this.” Five says before walking away, to head back inside.

“Come here, big boy!” Diego taunts again.

He stood in front of Ben’s statue and Ivanna knew that wouldn’t end well. Luther let out a shout before going to swing at Diego, who dodged his punch. Luther’s fist was heading right for the statue when Ivanna stepped in the middle, attempting to block the attack and save Ben’s memorial. The force of the punch sent the girl to the ground, rendering her unconscious.

“Ivanna!” Vanya said in alarm as she dropped her umbrella and raced over to her twin sister, kneeling beside her unconscious form.

Luther looked down at his twin sisters, surprised that Ivanna had stepped in front of him when he swung before he turned to Diego. He began to approach his brother when Diego pulled out one of his knives.

“Diego, no!” Vanya yelled.

Ignoring her, Diego threw his knife at Luther, which he redirected to cut his arm through the coat he was wearing. Luther let out a gasp before quickly covering the wound, he was panting as he made his way inside. Allison helped Vanya get her twin sister off the ground before making their way inside too.

“You never know when to stop, do you?” Vanya asked Diego.

“You got enough material for your sequel yet?” Diego asks her.

“He was my father too.” Vanya reminds him.

She walked away with Allison as the two of them supported Ivanna’s unconscious weight together and back into the house. Allison helped Vanya get their sister on the couch before she left the two of them. Vanya waited by her twin’s side until she regained consciousness.

“Ugh…what happened? I feel like I got hit by a truck.” Ivanna said when she finally came to.

“I suppose you did in a way. What were you thinking? Getting in front of Luther like that? He could have seriously injured you.” Vanya tells her.

“I couldn’t let him smash Ben’s statue. Even if it is a poor resemblance of him.” Ivanna says.

Vanya helps her twin sister get up off the couch, “Well come on then. I called us a taxi. It’s time for us to return to our apartment.” she tells her.

The twins walk out of the living room and go to stand in the foyer as they waited for the taxi to arrive. Vanya popped one of her pills into her mouth and Ivanna tugged up the ends of her gloves. Footsteps approached them from behind and they turned around to face Pogo.

“Don’t waste your time. Diego’s right, we shouldn’t have come.” Vanya tells him.

“This is your home and always will be. Should I get you both a taxi?” Pogo reminds them before asking his question.

“I already called one, but thanks.” Vanya tells them.

A horn honks from outside.

“I guess that’s us.” Ivanna says.

“Uh…I hope you know your father loved the both of you very much. In his own way.” Pogo tells them.

“Yeah, well, that’s kind of the problem, isn’t it?” Vanya asked.

“Take care of yourself,” Ivanna tells Pogo as she turns to head out the door.

“You as well Miss Ivanna, and you too Miss Vanya.” Pogo calls out.

Vanya turned and followed her sister out of the house and into the taxi. Ivanna gave the directions to their apartment complex and the taxi set off. Once they arrived at the complex, the twins split the fare and paid the driver before exiting the vehicle and headed inside. The two of them headed up the stairs and through a door that opened up to a hallway. Their apartment was the first door on the right. Vanya pulled out the keys and unlocked the door before pushing it open. She goes to flick on the lights when the lamp was turned on.

“Jesus!” Vanya exclaimed in surprise.

Ivanna pushed past her twin to see Five sitting in one of their chairs.

“You should have locks on your windows.” Five says.

“We live on the second floor.” Vanya points out, setting the keys down.

“Rapists can climb,” Five comments off-handedly.

“You are so weird,” Vanya tells him, turning to shut the door behind her.

The twins move to take a seat on their couch, across from Five.

“Is that blood?” Ivanna asks, seeing a red smudge on the white collar of the shirt Five was wearing.

“It’s nothing.” he says dismissively.

“Why are you here?” Vanya asks him.

Five let out a sigh, “Because, I’ve decided that you are the only ones that I can trust.” he says.

“Why us?” Ivanna asks.

“Because you’re ordinary.” he answered.

The twins said nothing, hating to be reminded that they weren’t like their other siblings. Five felt a pang of guilt at the looks on their faces.

“Because you’ll listen.” he tells them.

“Okay,” Vanya said.

Ivanna got up from her place on the couch and walked into the bathroom. She opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed gauze, medical tape and hydrogen peroxide. She returned to the living room and sat on the opposite side of Vanya, closer to Five. Said boy pulled up his right sleeve of the blazer to reveal a piece of bloody gauze and blood on his skin surrounding the bandage. Five removed the bloodied gauze and Ivanna wet a clean one with some hydrogen peroxide before carefully dabbing the wound.

“When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?” he asks them.

“No,” Ivanna answered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out, what killed the human race but,…I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days and I have no idea how to stop it.” Five tells them.

“I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” Vanya says, getting up from the couch.

Ivanna continued to clean up Five’s wound before getting another piece of gauze and placing it over the wound before using the medical tape to keep the gauze down. Five then pulled the sleeve of the blazer back down and looked at his sister with gratefulness in his eyes.

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