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Untouchable - Five Hargreeves

You can find the 2 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2.

Resume: The villain falls in love with the girl.

Trope: “ Who did this to you?” “Touch her and you are dead.” “i´ll find you in every lifetime”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: A LOT OF ANGST, swearing, mention of death, blood, fight between the Hargreeves and the Sparrows,a little enemies to lovers in the end, fluff, SMUT, degrading talk.

Word count: 15k.

A/N: Spoiler from season 3.

OMG THIS IS HUGE JAHHSHDAHSDJAHDHND it turned out bigger than i expected.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here!! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

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Honor comes from the Latin honoris. Indicating a person who lives with honesty and probity, basing their way of life on the dictates of morality. A principle that leads someone to have a righteous, virtuous conduct, which allows to enjoy a good reputation in society.

Five Hargreeves thought of himself as a callous man with no honor and, somehow, able to drown out the voice of morality in his head. He was very knowledgeable about literature and history, and his physics and math skills could surpass Tesla's, but philosophy for him was a bunch of weak principles and dictated by people who didn't really know the world, who didn't pass 1% of what he passed by, who did not see what he saw. Not even Socrates, Plato or Machiavelli had known the worst of humanity like him, the truth about realities. A big part of his existence came down to surviving, fighting, winning, crushing everything that threatened his life.

His cynical outlook on life led him to pragmatism, and he knows that if he wants something done, he will have to do it himself.

His actions were more about getting things done than about displaying a display of rebellion or power. However, Five was not afraid of pain or even killing. He didn't mind being the author of the worst massacres if it meant going back to his family.

Five Hargreeves don't give a damn about being the villain of the story. He did what had to be done.

It was why, when The Handle ordered him to carry out the death sentence of a Duke and Duchess in 1730, Five did not question or hesitate.

Even though in the back of his mind, in a very small part of his brain, the question arose as to why people from such an old and outdated date, he did nothing about it, much less pulled the thread from the ball of yarn that would trigger a series of questions in a row. His job was not to ask why, to investigate step by step, to go through file by file. Five wasn't on The Commission to know the reason for each death, he was on the execution.

So he went, letting the suitcase unfold before his eyes an ancient era, from a faraway time, introducing him to carriages, flowing dresses, gigantic balls. And, as much as some people considered that era poetic, Five never liked lack of practicality.

So he killed the couple as quickly as possible, determined to escape from the need to spend more hours in that old-fashioned place.

It was like any other murder he had committed over the years on The Commission; he came, killed, and left. No looking back, no questions, no hesitation. Drowning in the deepest wave any second feelings that might have submerged, ensuring his emotions were chained very well at the bottom of the ocean.

It was easy, normal, routine. He was once again the villain, and could sleep very well the night with that.

But something began to change gradually in the atmosphere, in the air.

On some mornings, it was as if Five's hands were tingling for no apparent reason, eager to catch up something he had no idea what it was. On some afternoons, his heart vibrated in his chest, like a ground being punished by an earthquake, shaking his balanced state of mind. And, on some dawns, Five's mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert, thirsty for something that not even the coldest water could appease.

Wherever he was the air stayed suddenly thin, stuffy. And sometimes, in the middle of a mission, the wind seemed to blow in only one direction, hitting Hargreeves' back as if pushing him to go in a path. At those moments, his heart returned fluttered in his chest, as if he knew that one north was calling him and was that where he needed to go.

Everything inside Hargreeves began to be affected by strange reactions, spurred by banal, mundane events.

An in a few seconds, if Five stood completely still, silencing his thoughts and hollowing out any inner voices, he could hear something in the wind calling for him. Small seconds that swept away any balance that one day he ever had.

Five Hargreeves was going through a peripeteia, and he had no idea what was causing it.

What hell is going on?

It was wen, on an afternoon where the sun hid with shame among the dark gray clouds, The Handler gave him another murder.

In 1750.

His soul shuddered inside him in that second, echoing through his bones, keeping Five's egyptian green eyes fixed on the paper in his hands, unable to look away from the bold numbers that indicated the date of his next mission.

The icy breeze ruffled his dark hair, but he didn't move. There seemed to be something important and unspoken in the air, and this time, the voice calling his name on the wind grew softly louder. Now, it didn't seem to come from the back of his mind anymore, but from a place far away.

Five looked around, in an instinctive movement in the pathetic and vain attempt to find the source of that voice.

Nothing. As always.

“Five.” The Handler snapped her fingers in front of his face “May I have your precious attention?" The irony didn't go unnoticed, but his eyes flickered to hers. “As I was saying, the time and place of this mission is strictly important. Viscount Sebastian needs to be killed in his office at midnight, in the middle of his daughter's debut ball, not a minute less and nowhere else.”

Hargreeves gave a nod. Not because he had devoted all of his attention to her, just because he wanted her to stop talking. Much of his concentration was still on the way his body and the hemisphere around him behaved. Mission times and places were standard, no need to focus on this nonsense and listen to someone reiterate the rules as if Five were a child. He was 26 years old, a child was the last thing he was.

Something seemed to be happening, occult like a current that rattles under the sea. And the knowledge that he couldn't see the bottom of the ocean unnerved every cell in his body. Hargreeves couldn't stand things he couldn't perceive, understand how it works, take it apart and put it back together again.

This time, when Five returned to the eighteenth century, with 20 years having passed in that time after his visit and only 2 weeks for him, what hit him first was not the impracticality, the carriages, the big dresses. But the wind. Strong, cold, bringing with it the voice who called his name for weeks, now loud and clear.

The dark strands of his body prickled, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. Suddenly, anxiety snaked through his body like venom, stirring every fiber in his body, pumping something into his veins that made his blood heat like lava. An emotion he couldn't name what it was.

In the last mission, Five had a string of complaints about the way the black waistcoat squeezed the white linen shirt over his abdomen, and how heavy the straight-cut coat felt heavy under his shoulders. But in this time, he wasn't bothered with the clothes he had to wear so as not to attract attention and go unnoticed. Now, with his heart pounding in his chest, his throat dry and the constant feeling that he had to be somewhere urgently, his clothes were the last things on his mind.

It was an emotion that squeezed the pit of his stomach, made his hands itch and his body shot with an adrenaline that screamed that he needed to move. That he had a more important place to be. All the sensations he'd felt leisurely over the weeks now came back with absurd force, as if he were getting close to the source of it all.

What was happening?

The moon in that far away era shone sovereignly in the sky, blessing the houses, carriages and large mansions with cascades of distilled light in the purest color of silver.

Las time, the feeling that came over Five was to get out of there as quickly as possible. But now, looking around in search of the source of the voice calling him in the wind, the last thing on his mind was leaving.

His watch still read eight o'clock, but the sensation was like he was already late.

The most practical plan was to stay hidden somewhere near the mansion where the ball was being held. Avoiding crowds, witnesses, minimizing risk and being a shadow. As always did. The most rational thing to do was to stay away from that place at all costs, until the inevitable arrived and he was forced to enter through one of the windows.

He should have done it. But he didn't.

Just as a sailor follows a siren's song on the high seas, Five followed that voice on the wind. His brain screamed for him to seek a hiding place, but his soul rebelled with an absurd ferocity, ricocheting tremors through all his bones and ordering his legs to follow a path his conscious did not know. His whole mind was confused, but his soul carried a certainty that no other living being had ever had in they life.

With no other option, stunned by the sensations in his own body, he found himself walking towards the front door of the only place he was supposed to avoid until midnight.

If Five Hargreeves had to describe what was happening to his five senses, he would say that his vision was mildly blurred, as if were searching for focus. The smell was of climax and the ambient sounds were drowned out by his own heartbeat. It was like being there in flesh and blood, but not in soul.

He didn't focus on the details of the world around him, but he knew when he finished climbing the front steps. He couldn't focus on the conversation around him, but he knew that a few people were walking beside him.

His mind saw everything, but processed nothing.

It was a mistake not to be 100% aware of the environment, not to study each individual's body language, not to constantly calculate the odds of a move going wrong. But... it was as if something prevented him from emerging to the surface.

Five didn't respond when the butler greeted him at the entrance to the great hall, but looked around as the wind from outside hit his back and his name rang in his ears once more.

It was a female voice. Now he could tell.

Going deeper into the hall, the melody of the orchestra invaded his ears while thousands of people, talking, dancing and drinking, took his view. Everything resembled a blur on a painting, the sounds were still muffled as if Five were at the bottom of the sea, and the smell transitioned between flowers, feminine perfume and poetry.

Five Hargreeves was a pragmatic, cynical and austere man. Everything that made up his being was based on rationality, laws of physics and mathematical concepts, he wasn't oscillated by tender things and he certainly wasn't carried away by things of the heart or soul. He always followed what rationality dictated. Until now.

Until now.

Like a violin string that ruptured, Hargreeves was gripped by the feeling that something very important was about to happen. Something that would not only change his existence forever, but change him for eternity. This fact stared him at back, bold, warm and as inevitable as the setting sun. And very hair on his body stood on end at once while everything inside him pulsed with a brutality that could shake his bones.

Now, the sound of the orchestra was drowned out by the soundtrack of his life, which was coming closer to apex by the second. It was like being submerged in a slow-motion, in a moment that preceded an momentous event.

As magnets are pulled one by the other in an impassable way, his eyes, as if they already knew where to look, were drawn to a figure among the others who danced in the middle of the hall.

You.

Was like an explosion. Loud and brutal. He suddenly submerged from the bottom of the sea, bewildered, desperate, out of breath. The stupor released itself all at once, bringing his mind back to the reality. Instantaneously, nothing was blurred anymore, sounds weren't muffled, and he abruptly returned to his conscious state. But his soul was not so lucky. Like being whipped by live eels, his heart pounded in his chest with such fury that he leaned over forward millimeters, his throat was drier than the Egyptian desert and now his hands itched in a hellish, bestial, uncontrollable way.

Five Hargreeves has released himself from a wave of numbness only to be hit by a tsunami of sensation.

His eyes were seeing everything clearly now, but he couldn't take his attention away from the female figure dancing in the middle of the room, her bouffant gown swirling gracefully across the floor as if deities were blowing the fabrics.

There were a lot of people around him, in front of him, behind him, but Five Hargreeves only had eyes for you.

In an insane, magical and inexplicable logic, Five had the purest certainty that it was your voice that called him in the wind, that was by the desire to touch your skin that his hands itched. Five would never be able to explain it to other people, but at that moment, there was nothing more concrete on Earth, in physics and science, than the certainty that was because of you that his soul felt, so many times, that he should be somewhere else.

Like the indubitability that you need oxygen to breathe, touching your skin has become just as indispensable. It was a matter of needing, something that now not only itched his hands, but corroded the bones in his fingers.

There was no reason for all those absurd feelings, Five had never even seen you before. But rationality had no space in that moment.

There, in that rift between the past, future and parallel realities, there was no discernment, lucidity, judgment. It was a hideaway free of any cohesiveness, with the smell of romance, an atmosphere full of emotion, passion and poetry. A distant era that allowed, for the first time in many years, that the soul of Five Hargreeves to take control of his body.

He moved, one step after another, his focus petrified on you. With each centimeter closer to your body, the more he felt able to breathe again, relieving the brutal anxiety that had been beating him for weeks, giving a truce to the martyrdom that lacerate him day after day without even him even knowing why.

You had finished your dance, clapping along with the other guests for the orchestra that started the new melody, this time more lyrical.

Your hair, the tone of which seemed to be the personification of poetry, of art, was tied in a bun that allowed a few strands to fall under your neck, the skin of your bust was speckled with a few little droplets of sweat, the perfect amount to glisten under the yellowish light of the candles in the chandelier, making a divine, almost celestial aurora radiate from you. The dark blue gown referred back to the night sky in its greatest splendor, highlight your full breasts at the straight neckline and opening at the hips in a skirt that preached the illusion of you being floating across the hall. Your lips were a red that Five had never seen in his life. A red that seemed to exist only to serve you, enhancing the color of your eyes.

You were like a mirage. An oasis in the farthest desert. One of those paintings that people come from all over the world to see in person, capable of sweeping, taking they breath away, making they cry for having to live with the burden of never having the possibility of knowing you in life.

The romantic period was going on in that century, society was tired of trends in intellectual thinking, rationalization, industrialization and the veneration of science. People longed for an escape into emotionally charged images and fantastical fiction in the visual arts and literature. And Five Hargreeves was certain that you were one of the greatest inspirations of this movement. It was so clear that you were the influence of John Waterhouse's paintings, sweeping the hearts of artists and illuminating poets. Lord Byron was thinking of you when he created the short lyric poem “She Walks in Beauty”, completely fascinated by you.

That thought shuddered Five's soul even more. And an acidic emotion rose in his throat and burned his eyes. In his chest was injected the feeling that he was facing one of the greatest beauties in history, the person the poems and paintings were based on, the inspiration for so many names of literature and art that would become renowned.

There, in front of him, was more than a person. It was a piece of history, art, literature, a beauty that was immortalized and that would be admired even after centuries. Five had already gone to different times in the past, but nothing touched his soul as much as now. As much as you.

Five Hargreeves went in your direction like a sailor following a siren's song across the seven seas.

You were relatively distracted when he got to you. Lungs catching breath from the last dance, body preparing for the next, your mind was on that ballroom but your heart was far away. It was universally true that girls your age should revel in balls like this one. Full of potential husbands, dancing and music, governed by a perfect night for falling in love. You came to like it in the past, but now, after so many similar events, everything didn't have the same magic anymore.

You've heard enough stories - filled with adrenaline, pirate ships and dangerous waters - to crave adventure in your life. It was also noticed that you spent too much time with your books, and that the consequence of spending so many hours in the fictional world brought you very high standards for men and love. The whispers through the darkened streets were that you would end up a spinster. Since you took no interest in any gentleman who courted your hand.

In your defense, it wasn't your fault. The men in your reality were terribly...tasteless.

That was until he showed up.

You don't know where he emerged, or what lineage he was from, much less his name. But he came towards you like that was more important than breathing. In a virile, perfect posture. As if he knew all the secrets of the world and was able to show you them.

One of the first things you noticed were the eyes. The room was partially dark, lit only by the flickering candles in the candelabra, but the darkness only made his eyes clearer. Intense greens. Of such a pure emerald tone that it shone like a mystical cat, calling you to sink in his greenish sea. The stranger had hair as black as midnight, which fell softly and romantically over a face with firm features; jaw as sharp as a razor and a nose full of masculine personality. Although was well dressed, all his clothes, with the exception of the white linen shirt, were as dark as the strands of his hair, something unusual among the sophisticated gentlemen who were invited.

Looking at that gorgeous face, you were left speechless. The deities had been generous to this man, gifting him with bold, aristocratic features and iris as green as Egypt's most precious jewels. The mystery and secrets contained within in those eyes were a fascinating contrast.

“Can I have this dance?” Just a sentence.

He didn't introduce himself, he didn't say who he was. He just dropped that sentence as if it was the only thing he really cared to say.

The gravity of his words made your heart flutter. What a beautiful voice that man had. With a provocative huskiness, a touch of superb, as if he were an oracle at his peak in ancient Greece. The sound seemed to seep into your body and run through you like warm honey.

The truth was, you had reserved the dance for another gentleman, but in that second, you couldn't care less.

“Of course, milord.” That's what you said, accepting the hand he extended to you.

Never taking his eyes off yours, an unfamiliar sensation washed over your mortal body and engulfed everyone around you. You wondered if it was just the stuff of your imagination or if he too felt the electricity whip through his body as he positioned you closer to dance.

Single women weren't allowed to touch men's hands if you weren't wearing gloves, and that rule had never bothered you. Until now.

Until be affected by an insane, visceral desire to feel that man's skin. Of experiencing the heat radiating from his hand against yours, of feeling those white fingers, slender and pale, holding your denude skin. You've never been touched by a man without a layer of clothing intervening. No brushing of elbows, no bumped of fingers, no errant caresses. And you wondered what it was about that man that made you aware of this deprivation. That stranger radiated secrets in an inexplicable but extremely palpable way in the air and you wanted to feel the touch of mystery on your skin more than you wanted to breathe. A will as strong as fear, as intense as hunger.

Your soul screamed in frustration because of the dress when his hand cupped your cover waist. In a touch so firm it only existed in the romance novels you read. Your heart raced, your breath disappeared, and you didn't notice when you rested your hand on his shoulder and your feet began to follow the rhythm of the waltz.

It was pathetic the intensity of your emotions for a man you had just met and didn't even know his name. But, it was like you'd found something didn't even know you'd lost.

Well… if it was the lack of knowledge of his name that was making things a little difficult…

“Aren't you going to tell me your name? Mine is Y/n”

Your voice, sweet as molasses, velvety as suede, made the hairs on the back of Five's neck stand on end. He recognized the timbre now, he had already heard you calling for him in the wind, but nothing surpassed hearing you from inches away.

This was one of those moments where, if you asked Five why he was doing this, he couldn't answer. He couldn't find any logical answers to his actions, reactions, thoughts. But, once again, this rift in space and time was an environment free of rationality. He didn't need this here. He felt he didn't need to. Not when had you in his arms.

A name…

Five Hargreeves was the name of a villain. Someone who would carry on his shoulders to the grave the weight of the thousands of souls he killed. Someone whose hands were marked, eternally, with thick, hot blood. A proof that his destiny was traced directly to hell. His name was the personification of a freak created to be a hero, an orphan in the apocalypse, a man who belonged nowhere in the timeline, someone without family for many decades.

He looked at the hands that held you. The hands of a serial killer. And then he looked at you, full of beauty, life, happiness and innocence. It was like committing a crime against nature to hold something so pure in such infamous, disgraced, death-scarred hands. And something inside he twisted with something like pain…disgust, for the fist time.

His soul didn't want to hold you in the hands of Five Hargreeves.

Five Hargreeves was the villain. And he didn't want to be that man right there.

His mouth, which looked so beautiful yet so dangerous, softly approached the foot of your ear, while the body of you two continued to follow the steps of the waltz. "We don't need names here."

A current of electricity slammed into your body like a whiplash from a live eel, raising goose bumps on parts of your skin you didn't even know you had. My goodness, it was a sin for a single man to have that much charm.

Sensible young women would have turned away at once. Practical girls who appreciated rationality, sincerity and transparency, who had no estimate for games, mystery and sensuality, would have rolled their eyes. But you were not sensible, practical or appreciative of the good customs of the epoch.

You were romantic, hungry for a good charade, adventure. And that man seemed to be built by those two things.

The world was just a shapeless blur, other people were no more than wandering silhouettes, and the atmosphere was enraptured by the flickering orange light of the candles in the candelabra. The smell was of poetry, romance and freedom, which intoxicated the brain and alcoholize any common sense. Was like a magical place in the middle of space and time, a rift that allowed just being. Time passed slowly, as if dancing together with you two.

‘One second can change many things...’

Just as Five could hear his father's voice saying 'I told you so' during his years in the apocalypse, he could hear his words now.

‘you can crumble empires, win battles...’

Five swirled you around before pulling you into his arms once more, his heart pounding with each passing moment. Neither of you realized it, but every second you spent together, every step, more messed up the timeline.

You smiled full of romance and magic as he leaned you back, his hand firm on your spine, bringing you to the surface and returning to dance around the hall with the waltz that dandle yours bodies.

‘you can fall in love.’

With every strong step the two of you took on the floor, in an apocalypse dance, realities were immediately misaligned. With each spin, lines of events were exploded into other universes. With each look shared, with each smile, with each heartbeat full of romance, people were erased, born, disappeared.

An apocalypse was brewing somewhere because of his hands on your body. A mystical waltz that brought the ascension of chaos in other timelines.

Neither of you two knew about it. But if Five knew, he wouldn't keep his hands off you anyway. Five Hargreeves was the villain in many realities. And he would accept the burden of being in a few more if it meant having you in his arms.

In an inexplicable and irrational way, what was happening now had more importance than everything he had ever lived and would live through in his entire life.

"You dance very well." You praised him, and his hands on you tighten a little more.

"No more than you". Then he gave that smile.

The half smile that lifted only one corner of his mouth. Malicious, sagacious, sphinx. Who promised to know all the mysteries of the world and show you all the sins of life. What man was that? So full of charm, sensuality, beauty. He seemed out of this world and you found yourself wishing that time would freeze in that moment, that you could hold onto your chest and live in that dance for the rest of your life.

There was something different in the air. A soul-deep feeling that whispered that your life would never be the same again.

Not after this man.

“It is not difficult to find women who dance.” You joked. "You've certainly danced with others to know."

Yes, with his mother and Allison.

But even if he had been dancing with all the women in the world, they would have disappeared in that moment. No memories memory experiences with other women could stand out at that moment.

"If I danced, they all disappeared the moment I waltzed with you." He realized he might have said the right thing, because he could see the breath go out of your lungs and cheekbones flush deliciously.

God in heaven… this girl was breathtakingly beautiful.

Five led you around the hall masterfully, committing your features to his mind like the tattoo on his wrist. Permanently, eternally. Suddenly, he was struck down by the insane desire to know more about you. To hear more of your voice, to taste the way the words flowed from your lips like the purest honey.

You were like a drug, an obsession. An addiction that had stuck with him since the first time he came into that century, since he breathed the same air as you, since he coexisted under the same night sky as you. There was insane logic in the fact that his soul felt your presence without even seeing you on that first mission. He would never be able to explain it, but somehow it made sense inside in him.

Five Hargreeves didn't think about what would happen when he had to leave. He didn't think about the withdrawal his body would suffer when he was away from you. Much less noticed the way there seemed to be something important in the air. If he had been in full intellectual faculties and grounded in rationality, he would have managed to understand that that something was the temporal lines collapsing, an apocalypse forming elsewhere, pure and perfect chaos destroying parallel realities.

But he was not being led by rationality. And even if he was, he wouldn't have minded a few worlds burning if it meant having you next to his body. He didn't care. But The Commission was a different case.

But Five Hargreeves wasn't thinking about any of that.

He conducted a conversation with you the way he conducted that waltz. He discovered that you liked the high seas even though you were never allowed to be on a ship. You loved nature and enjoyed good books. He heard your eagerness to know the world and learn about different cultures, that you wanted to unravel the mysteries of Egypt, see the architecture of Greece, visit Spain and wanted to go swim in the beaches of Brazil. You were an adventurer, and Five's heart skipped a beat for it.

But in a corner of his soul, deep down, he felt an ache reverberate through his bones. The urge to tell you about the world came with overwhelming force, and something inside him died when he realized he could never tell you the truth about the subjects you cared about.

He could never tell all that the world already knew about Egypt, about its tombs and its pharaohs. He could never be able to show the beauty of Brazil's beaches that become famous tourist spots, and he reserved a note in his brain that you would have loved to visit Genipabu in Brazil, a beach with huge sand dunes that seemed to be the junction of a huge desert whit a beach. He could not tell you what science, oceanography and marine biologists already knew about the oceans. He could never say about the cruises that roamed the seas in all the luxury and comfort, much less about the planes.

Five Hargreeves would never be able to show you the world. And his soul decided to torture itself even more thinking about what it would be like if you were from his time. The things you would do, the freedom you could enjoy.

He could show you anything you wanted, tell you the secrets of the universe…His secrets.

When the waltz was over, on a note as dramatic as the situation, you couldn't say goodbye to him. Your soul, enchanted and completely enraptured by the man in front of you, vehemently refused to remove your hand over his. It seemed that every molecule in your body, every corner of your spirit, every fiber of your being, had defined that it was with that man that they wanted to stay. Forever.

What was foolish.

The truth was that the sensation of poetry, romance and magic that surrounded you two throughout the dance, had evaporated from the air like mist in the sun. Now the sure that you two weren't meant to be together hung in the air like a black cloud, thundering and flashing. This feeling oppressed you with an overwhelming force, so tangible it was possible to cut it with a razor.

No words needed to be said, but it was stamped into the environment, filling every millimeter and gap, putting that magical dance into a category that would never go beyond that: a dance.

A feeling of melancholy jabbed your throat like a scorpion's sting, injecting an emotion of sadness and helplessness into your blood like distilled poison. You didn't want that to be the end. You didn't want to say goodbye. Even with everything in the air indicating that whatever existed between the two of you, ended here, now.

Five's eyes seemed to exude the same as you. Feeling the end heavy and resounding in the air, reverberating like thunder, as every corner of his soul roared the opposite. The green sea of his irises looked like it was in the middle of a storm. Full of pain, anger. With colossal waves and revolts, which promised to destroy everything they saw ahead. Just like the oceans did in the apocalyptic events in the era of Younger Dryas.

Somehow, without having to utter a single sentence, you both knew you were feeling the same thing. Wishing, with all their might, that this wasn't the end, that they were able to hold time against their chest in a tight, desperate embrace, an attempt to freeze the pointers.

At that moment, Five clamored, to any god who would listen, that you not be taken from his arms.

However, like the evil joke that was his life, his thoughts were cut short by the chiming of the clock. 11 chimes. That echoed in his soul like the trumpets of hell, laughing at him, mocking him, making fun of a murderer thinking he would be graced with something like you.

Five Hargreeves was a villain. And he was destined to have the things villains deserve. And none of this things included someone like you.

In that sadistic moment, Five finally understood a sentence from one of the books Grace read to them at night; ‘If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.’

Yes. Now he understood. Five Hargreeves leaned in, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, laying a kiss that, however much it was impeded by the muslin layer of your glove, he prayed that this kiss could transmit all the feelings he could never say. This are the only kiss he could give you. That sentence echoed in his head like a fact, as sure as the sky is blue, as true as the salt in the oceans.

And when he went to the core of hell, paying for all his sins, he would brag to the other demons that he had been to heaven without ever having entered it.

You wish you'd said something, asked where he was from, stopped him from going. But none of that happened. This was one of those moments that we regret forever, that are branded in a red-hot iron in the soul, in the mind, in the body. Everything inside you was screaming to go after him when Five turned arund and walked into the sea of guests. But he disappeared in the waves before you could even move your feet.

No one had to tell you, but you knew you'd never see him again. And your heart would never beat for another.

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Five Hargreeves has had to do a lot of horrible things over the years. Actions he wasn't proud of but he knew needed to be done, nights awash in blood and the smell of death.

But nothing has wobble him as much as you have.

His soul, body and mind, trained since he was a child not to develop any weakness that would prevent him from being a perfect hero, then perfected and aggravated by the Commission to be the unbeatable assassin, were rarely stirred by feelings.

He was cynical, hard-nosed, crotchety and arrogant. He never got carried away by emotions and, as much as his desire to save his family is pure, he will cross any ethical lines for the greater good. And all of that made him the Commission's best weapon.

Until now.

Until his emotions messed up not just one, but thousands of timelines. Created catastrophes, formed apocalypses, killed people. Hargreeves meeting you was something that could never have happened. Repudiated not just by nature but by the gods. Having you in his arms was like a crime against the timeline, against the balance of the world.

And heavens and hells would make him pay. With work, blood, or his heart. Promising to take not only the soul, but any hope of laying eyes on you once again. As Icarus had his downfall for the sun, so Hargreeves had for you. In a triumphal ruin.

“Do you have any idea what you caused ?!” It was the first thing The Handler said as soon as Five returned from his mission, seconds after he had killed his target.

Her voice was loud, suffused with anger and rage and… despair. Five frowned, soul still aching from having to leave you, your warmth still in his arms. He didn't have the head to deal with her right now. Not when he had so much to process.

“A death.”

“Don't play smart on me!” Her roar was loud enough for Hargreeves to realize that something really serious was going on. The Handler was many things, but she never got worked up without good reason.

The clatter of her heels echoed through the room as she walked towards him, her eyes full of fierce emotion.

“You had only one job to do! One! Kill the man and get out of there. Like always!" Her voice was as rough as desert sand. “But not only did you mess up entire timelines, but created apocalypses on thousands of worlds that were to happen only thousands of years later!"

Five's mind was racing like a Catarina wheel, spinning at full throttle as it tried to put the pieces together. He blinked once, twice, his heart starting to race with the feeling that something devastating was about to be revealed.

He looked at The Handler, who understood his look. "That's right! Your little feat of dancing with that girl shattered thousands of timelines! People were killed, disappeared, events took a completely different course because of your little impertinence!"

She pulled his arm towards the thousands of screens that monitored infinite realities. And what he saw was chaos. Pure and perfect. Some worlds succumbed to fire, others to water, others to war. But they had devastation as a resemblance.

Five can hear the voices of other Commission workers in the background, in another corridor, other rooms. Some sounded desperate, others irritated, and others helpless, but all seemed concerned. He couldn't even say that he didn't know that little things had chain reactions. Because he knew. There was nothing to justify his actions, for he didn't even have a good reason for himself.

But the truth was, even staring the apocalypse in the face across nine different monitors, he felt no…remorse. There wasn't a part of him that would have done differently, that wouldn't have touched you, that wouldn't have known you. Deep in his soul Hargreeves knew he didn't care how many worlds he had destroyed just by touching you. He was going to hell anyway, it was better to have a memory of you to remember for eternity.

"...we'll have to kill her." It was just that sentence that Five's messed up mind paid attention to.

Then everything stopped.

The weather, the conversations. The world seemed to have held their breath, suspended, staring at Five. Everything inside him fell silent into scary silence, and he turned slowly toward The Handler, all his senses heightened, heart still, mind clear.

She seemed to notice his state. "What did you expect?! You know how things work. Causers of apocalypse get killed, that's our job! And because of that dance of yours, this girl has caused nine different apocalypses.”

There was a kind of insane, evil logic to the situation. The last riddle of gods and life to see Five Hargreeves on his knees. Broken, empty. To punish his sins, taking from him what he took from so many people. They engineered his downfall perfectly, writing with a red-hot iron on his soul the sentence that he could never be happy. His curse, the price to pay. Cosmic fit.

What the fucking hell.

“I'll send some agent to kill her immediately and...”

But Five Hargreeves has never been one to accept sentences imposed on him with his head down. Limitations, rules. He made his own destiny, no matter what he told him, and lived with the consequences. No god, destiny or universe dictated his life.

Everything inside him roared like a beast. Exploding, bursting, sending any control flying away. In an action without any hesitation, delicacy or ambiguities, his hand closed on The Handler's arm. In a firm, strong, tense grip that started hurt her very soon.

She looked at him in a mixture of shock and annoyance. There were very few people in the world willing to face a woman on her level, some too fearful, others who value life too much. But Five Hargreeves was none of those things. He'd never known any predator he should fear, everyone knew he was capable of anything and everything. Maybe there was no line he was able from crossing, or plan he wasn't capable of executing.

Five Hargreeves was the predator she should fear.

And The Handler realized that. For in that pair of eyes she saw danger, rage, pure and perfect hate. His sea of green gave way to red, glittering waves, shining with all the blood he had already spilled. And with a warning that he wouldn't mind spilling more.

“Stay. away. from. her. ” he guided each word with a tighter grip on her delicate arm, sure to leave marks that won't go away anytime soon.

Bewildered, she looked at him like a man possessed, filled with a rage that could fuel hell all by itself. The Handler had never seen him in that state, he was always angry, annoyed, acidic, but that… that was hatred, a bloodthirsty hate.

Five Hargreeves promised to go to hell and drag anyone with him without saying a word.

For the first time in her life, The Handler was afraid.

“Five...you know her need to die...”

"Listen to me" He vociferate, shaking her by the arm. “I don't give a fuck what you have to say. I swear, for all that exists in this world, that if you lay one finger on her, there will be nowhere on earth you can fuck hide from me.”

Five Hargreeves was a tall, masculine man, wrapped in a macabre and sinister aura when he wanted to. He pulled The Handler closer, his face filled with colossal rage being etched like a tattoo into her soul.

“I don't give a fuck about how many worlds are ending, I don't give a fuck if fucking people are dying! You won't touch her until the day I'm dead! And you can bet that, even seven feet under the ground, I'll find a way to take you with me to hell if you do fucking something to her."

You were untouchable.

All of his work on The Commission was about killing a number of people to save even more. But he would never, ever, sacrifice you for the greater good. Not even if it meant millions of dead people.

It didn't matter as long as you weren't one of the dead.

Without waiting for further discussion, he led The Handler towards the exit door, leading her out of the room and locking the door when he returned. Five wasn't stupid or naive to think that she would follow his orders. The handler might be afraid of him, but she knew how to get what she wanted, no matter how long it took. And now that he'd bruised her ego, Five knew she'd make it her primary mission to kill you.

Something he would never let happen.

If someone asked where so much anger, so much sense of protection came from, Five Hargreeves couldn't say. Because he didn't even know. In the same way that he still didn't understand everything that had happened, everything that he had been feeling, he still hadn't reasoned where such primitive, territorialist impulses came from. He had no idea where it all came from, but he was sure he could never let anything bad happen to you.

In a twisted and somewhat obscure way, you had gained a villain as a protector. A fallen angel who didn't promise to do good to people, but only to you. Who swore allegiance not to humanity, but solemnly, exclusively, to you.

It was a sensation that filled his entire body like boiling lava. And Five put his hand in the fire for the certainty that he would never be able to get rid of his feelings for you again.

His soul said that, as long as he was alive, he would be yours.

Making his mind work faster than it ever had before, Five Hargreeves concluded that every record of you had to go. There could no longer be documents proving that you were part of humanity. That once you had a name, a house, a reality. Five would have to erase you from any and all records. Forever. The only way to keep you out of the hands of the people who had access to every form of terrestrial existence, was to erase you from the world. Only then, hidden from the Commission, could you live happily. Fully.

But throwing all your documents away was signing the sentence that he was took the risk of never getting to see you again. Without them, finding someone was nearly impossible, much less accessing their reality. Five could start a calculation to find you one day, but that could take years, ages, and even if he memorized your documents number by number, did the calculations and managed to get to you without any side effects, The Commission could follow him and find you.

And finding a civilian's documents was much easier than finding a special agent like him and throwing them away too.

Once again, his life was a cruel joke of the gods, which served as entertainment for any higher power. Five strongly believed that, if there was anything above or below him, they designed his life for they own amusement.

Five Hargreeves spent hours in the file room, locked in that cubicle, not letting anyone in, not getting out. Once he disappeared with your documents, he would be declared a traitor and deserter, where his punishment would not only be more years of work, but death.

The world was spinning. Head ached. A sound gnawed at his mind, a scratch without melody, like a rustle of paper. Someone had taken a scream, a memory and a fear, crumpled it into a jagged ball, and used it to stuff Five's skull. He need to think of a plan that covered all the rough edges, but his eyes were bombarded with futures he didn't want to think about. Every time he blinked he felt the tragedy lurking in a dark and dismal corner, ready to catch him in their sharp mouths and take him somewhere he feared to go.

A place where the worst had happened to you.

Suddenly, the world was filled with secrets, fears and terror. Just as his soul took control of him in that night, it was the same in this moment. Five Hargreeves wasn't someone to get carried away by anything, but the feeling that something very bad was about to happen to you haunted him to the bone. That would be the perfect ending to his sinful life story; having the one person who touched his feelings so powerfully killed in the same way he killed so many other people.

Life was taking its toll on all the things he had done. For a second, he was afraid of that reckoning. Because the worst is not the bullet hitting yourself, but someone you like.

The feeling outside of being torn apart. All the patches and pieces of what it was to be Five Hargreeves - which he had been painstakingly piecing together throughout his life - were coming loose again, all at once. The clock was ticking, the hours were ticking, and he knew that just as he was coming up with a plan, so was The Handler.

It was a macabre race against time, in which if he lost, he had the feeling he would never fully recover. Not without a part of his soul dying along with you.

When he found your documents, the photo they had of you was a portrait made in that last century, a small painting of your face, eternalizing your smile. Suddenly, the memory of how you'd smiled at him like that gripped him like a demon. And when the memories of you intensified, they brought no comfort, just only fear and dread. Five Hargreeves could not live with himself if those memories were tainted by the knowledge that he was the cause of his tragedy. He would never be able to remember those tender moments again if memories of you were vandalized by images of how you were killed.

It was too late to remedy the consequences of what he had unleashed. The macabre possibilities of what The Handler could do to you were there, tattooed on his brain, as if they would snap open and bolt to reality at any moment. So, as panic rose, Five Hargreeves' mind slammed shut like a heavy book. He wouldn't let any of that happen. Never.

After scheming and checking all the plans in his mind, Five decided that he had already orchestrated the almost perfect scheme. He would destroy all of your documents and, when he had done that, he could no longer remain on the Commission. Thus, he would steal the mission from one of the agents about killing John F. Kennedy, the time that most closely matched his calculations to return to the family in 2019. Then Five Hargreeves would evade The Commission and deal with them without being an employee anymore. And even if they went after him, they would never find you.

Not even Five.

And so it was done.

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Five Hargreeves went through the reunion with his family, faced the commission agents coming after him to kill him, dealt with The Handler and put up with his siblings drama.

In a matter of weeks, he had already gotten himself into so much trouble and confusion that sometimes he didn't even have time to breathe. Processing events and digesting them had become a luxury he no longer had, and saving the world from one apocalypse and falling into another had seemed to become a family pastime.

But there were nights. Cold, when the moon reached its apex in the sky and the rain poured down on the ground, when he was finally able to be alone and clear his mind. In those rare moments, the only thing on his mind was you.

Always you.

His point of peace, his refuge from his constant stress and pressure was in the images of you. In the way your body fit perfectly in his hands, in the way your gaze, enchanted and completely shining, did not leave his. Five Hargreeves felt that, like him at that moment, there was no other place you would rather be.

Twenty years could go by, but he would still feel what it was like to have your warmth in his arms, in the smell that your perfume exhaled and in the way the candles in the candelabra glowed on your skin. You were like a goddess, dancing at that ball as if the world would never be graced with such beauty again.

When Five Hargreeves closed his eyes, he could see you perfectly. Swirling around as if the ground were your clouds and everyone there were mere mortals, watching what the angels in heaven looked like.

It was like a dark paradise. He managed to slake some of that suffocating tightness in his chest whenever he returned to those memories, but it resulted in more flagellations in his poor, tortured soul. The notion that he would never have anything but memories, dreams, and mowed wishes, would skin him alive until his last days. Five would forever be haunted by the notion that, even when he died, you wouldn't be waiting on the other side.

You would be in heaven. And he belonged in hell.

But, it was worth it.

All the pain, all the desperation his soul struggled with, all the shortness of breath that coiled in his lungs, all the feeling of being stabbed with a dagger knowing his would never lay hands on you again, it was all worth it when he reviewed your face in his memories.

Five Hargreeves didn't clamored for relief from his pain, balm for the cuts deep in his soul, a minute's mercy. No, he accepted all of his fate with his head held high. He clamored for you to be okay. Safe, happy. Free from any worries or tribulations. He wished you had forgotten about him, erased that night from your blood, because it would be impossible to live if he knew you were suffering just like him.

Five Hargreeves had never given you a single kiss, tucked your hair in his fingers and tasted your tongue, but he didn't need it. His soul didn't need that to fall madly in love with you.

Yes, pure and perfect passion. It was the only logical explanation for how he felt about you.

Even though he never tasted your skin in his mouth, or touched you without the interference of a piece of clothing, Five Hargreeves was in love with you.

And it would be for the rest of his life.

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All the Hargreeves siblings thought all was well when the Commission was defeated and they got a briefcase to take them back at home. The nightmare of the second apocalypse had already passed and now the feeling that invaded their bodies was one of relief. For a second, Klaus thought that everything would now be back on track; with the family together, stronger ties and improved relationships.

Everyone thought so, actually.

The shimmering blue flash engulfed all the brothers, passing through the barriers of space and time, leaving the Hargreeves in the mansion where they grew up and spent most of their lives. Everyone looked happy, relaxed. And Five also shared the same relief.

Until that fateful moment.

Until a draft of wind enter through the window behind him and hitting his back, bringing a feeling that immediately made every hair on his body stand on end. In a matter of seconds, all sense of relief, calm, and peace were shattered, exploding one by one with the same aggressiveness of a nuclear bomb. The world seemed to stumble and stoped, the colors of the hemisphere fluidized into a vintage orange, flickering, almost as if the lighting came from candles.

As much as his siblings were laughing and making noises, everything for Five was quiet, in a tacit silence. The sound of cars on the streets did not exist anymore, the conversations disappeared, and, little by little, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat. Increasing in tempo gradually, like a soundtrack.

Then, in the apex of silence, when Five could already hear the blood rushing through his veins, he listened.

Five.

Your voice in the wind, almost like a whisper. Calling for him. Just like you did a long time ago.

His soul gave a scream that shook him to the very bones, and he didn't notice when his eyes widened and his breath hitched. Suddenly, his whole body came back to life, being pulled sharply from the bottom of the ocean, submerging, desperately, breathless, astonished. Abruptly, the heat returned to his hands, to his cheeks, to his heart. Five could feel warmth coursing through his body as if they had rekindled the flame of his soul.

Was like resurrect.

He looked back in one jerk, spinning in place, heart pounding in his ribcage, his frantic, frantic eyes darting around every corner.

Nothing.

“Hey, are you okay?” Klaus looked back, focusing on his brother, but Five didn't respond.

He walked past Klaus as if he couldn't hear him, his eyes and hands trembling visibly, his step tight. Five chased the wind current as if he were chased his life, oblivious to anything or anyone.

His siblings, finding the situation strange, followed him without hesitation, accompanying the owner with green eyes entering more in the house. They had no idea what to expect, or what to think, but they stopped behind Five as he froze in the middle of the living room, eyes petrified, wide, fixed on a very specific spot at the top of the stairs.

But nobody noticed what he saw.

While all the Hargreeves were taken aback by Reginald's appearance in the outer corner of the room, stunned and petrified, growing more and more stunned as their father went on to explain the situation, Five couldn't take his eyes off the top of the stairs. Nothing in the world would have made him look elsewhere.

You.

Fucking hell...you.

There, standing next to people he didn't care to find out who they were, looking down, observing at the people who had just entered.

Suddenly, everything inside him was whipped by currents of electricity, as if he'd been struck by lightning. An argument seemed to be brewing in the background, but Five Hargreeves didn't fucking care. May the world explode, may everything end up in dust, fire or water. He didn't want to know.

You were there. With the sunlight coming through the large windows behind your back, and illuminating your silhouette as if you were a deity, a goddess, a muse. You shone. Like the gates of heaven. At that moment, the soul of Five Hargreeves fell to his knees in front of you. For you.

An extremely strong emotion invaded him without asking permission, destroying everything he once was. Five felt like crying.

As a war in the background unfolded, the people who were beside you started to descend the stairs one by one. But he couldn't take his eyes off you.

“Five. Five.” Luther seemed to call out to him in the background, but he didn't care.

You walked down the steps the same way you glided through that ballroom, as if the floor were your clouds. Yours robes were uniform this time, but Five was pretty sure that behind that high collar, your skin harbored a birthmark on your collarbone. Your hair was down, but he knew how you looked with your strands tied up.

With each step you took, more his pulse quickened. It was like a dream, a mirage, his oasis in the scorching desert. At some point in the battle against the Commission he had died, and that was his dream.

However, Luther's hand gripped his arm, forcing his green eyes to meet his brother's.

“Dude, what's wrong with you? Didn't you hear dad saying that we're in another reality?”

“I am not your father.” Reginald countered. “Not in this reality.”

Five frowned, rationality slowly returning to his body, his brain taking over once more. A parallel reality. That explained a lot. A reality where…you existed.

Holy shit.

Someone said the Hargreeves had better go, and Five would have laughed out loud if he hadn't submerged in thoughts. If they really was in a parallel reality, that meant you didn't remember him. You didn't even know him. The version who have danced with him was still in another century, in a timeline far, far away.

But…Five looked up. You radiated the same beauty of the romantic period as before, your skin still looked feather soft, your lips still where able to take away his complete self-control, your eyes still have… the same glow that he remembered so many times during so many nights.

You didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Because Five knew you.

He suffered the worst of martyrdoms all this time, and now that he'd finally, finally found you once more, he wasn't going to leave. Even if it meant having to make you fall in love with him all over again. In fact, Five Hargreeves would dedicate his entire lives to making you fall in love with him all over again in every reality there is. He would have as many times as necessary a first dance with you.

He didn't realize it, but his lips lifted in a smile. In a snap of fingers, everything reached a apex, higher than the buildings, higher even to the clouds. All the problems evaporated like mist in the sun, and being in a parallel reality, with a father that wasn't his, in a house that wasn't the one he grew up in, seemed to be extremely insignificant.

For the first time in a long time, Five Hargreeves was happy. And nothing would change that.

That's when, amidst all the arguing the Hargreeves and Sparrows were having around, your eyes met his. And for him it was like coming home after an excruciating winter.

You cocked your head slightly to the side, intrigued by the way that man was looking at you so…surrendered. You understood the gravity of the situation, of those strangers breaking into your home and trying to claim everything as theirs. You were also irritated just like your siblings.

But... when you looked at that man… with eyes so green and hair so dark, something inside you caught your breath. A shiver went up your spine. And maybe you were crazy, but you can swear that felt your soul heave a sigh of…relief. A strange, emotional feeling reverberated through your spirit as if…somehow you'd just found what you've spent so long waiting to met again.

It don’t make sense.

As the confrontation unfolded between the two families, you couldn't help but notice that, minute by minute, you found yourself wanting to look at this man more. As if it were never going to be enough, as if the second you turned your head, you were overcome with an insane urge to see more. You should be focused on trying to get those strangers out of your house, not admiring one of them.

But Five realized that. A spark inside him vibrated with hope, and he delighted in being able to relive the feeling of what it was like to be looked at by you again.

But before he or you could even do anything, the physical feud between the two families broke out with astonishing speed, spreading like the plague. Diego, as usual, was the first to go into battle, followed by Luther and Allison.

See, you didn't consider yourself a confrontational person. Your peculiarity was to manipulate the natural elements and, although that made you one of the strongest figures among your siblings, you had a more adventurous spirit than a fighter. There was no such homeric thirst in your blood to be the best, the strongest, the most brutal. Ben said that was the most unattractive thing about you, but Sloane saw this feature with good eyes. Like you, she wasn't much inclined to brutality.

The fight drove you and Five away from each other, separated by rooms, siblings and war. You saw your family appeal to brute aggression very quickly, while, if you're honest, you didn't want to hurt anyone. Is trut that you were irritated by the way they claimed your house as theirs, but you didn't think they were bad people.

Or all this bland resolutions were for the fact that you didn't want to hurt him. Because, in some way you couldn't explain, you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

But that's when Alphonso yelled at you from upstairs. “Y/N! Do fucking something too!”

Everyone was scattered around the house, but you still remained downstairs, in the living room, arranging a way to help without being very aggressive like your siblings were being. You had no intention of killing or seriously injuring them, but you also weren't willing to put up with the scolding your brothers would give you if you continued to be omitte.

So, when one of the strangers came running to get away from something, the tail of his dark overcoat dancing in the air and his black hat toppling along the path, your reaction was to do the one thing that couldn't seem to do any real damage. In a wave of the hand, the windows were shattered by large, sprawling tree roots, that came out of the garden earth like thick snakes and entered the house in a steady stream.

The man gave a high-pitched scream, but his feet were already entwined by the roots and he was knocked to the ground. The roots, which spilled earth over the floor and exhaled a forest smell, wrapped themselves around the man's body up to his chest, with the only purpose of immobilizing him.

You weren't putting force or brutality, and you were sure the roots were just putting considerable pressure on, like a bandage around an injured arm. But the man didn't seem to notice this, because he kept screaming.

The fear should still be clouding his senses, and you revealed the situation. For it wasn't often that someone was wrapped around by giant roots that moved of their own accord. In your place, you would have reacted that way too.

“Hey, hey” you tried to get closer “It's ok, they won't hurt you and…”

But your speech was interrupted by shrill hum, which cut through the air with force and passed like a bullet in front of your face, shaking a few locks of your hair. The speed were frightening, and for a second your heart stopped in your chest. The fright made you take two steps back immediately, but in a matter of seconds any feeling was replaced by a very strong burning in your left cheek. In the same second, a hot liquid began to ooze from your injured skin like water in a current, spreading pain wherever went.

Two seconds that were able to put you face to face with death. Because that attack was not joking.

The bearded man ran to help the one who was lying on the ground, forcing his freedom between the roots that were now weak due to your distraction.

Unlike you, Diego didn't care about the things he had to do to save his family. He was willing to injure, inflict permanent damage, even killing if that was the only way out. He would have a guilty conscience later, but in the heat of the moment, he wouldn't hesitate. Diego did this to the Commission agents hours ago, and he would do this to you if he had to. As sure as the sky was blue, the Sparrows were the enemy. And he was the hero. Thats it. Two polar opposites, destined to face each other into the death.

And that was why he didn't hesitate to attack when he saw Klaus lying on the floor, screaming as if he were being killed. After getting a small taste of the kind of things your powers were capable of doing, it was pretty clear that you were one of the first ones that needed to go down. So Diego didn't hesitate either when he pulled Klaus off the ground, and wielded yet another dagger. Aiming not to hurt, but to kill.

But love could drive even the smartest minds crazy.

Because when the dagger was thrown in the air, a blue flash invaded the scene and a male body enveloped yours, pushing both of you aside in a rough, protective, intense gesture.

Five Hargreeves was on the stair railing, fighting Jayme, when Klaus's screams grab his attention. He didn't have much time to process what he was seeing, but the moment one of Diego's daggers slashed across your cheek, the primal, visceral instinct he'd felt so long ago, with The Handler on The Commission, roared through him like an angry beast. So when another dagger was wielded and thrown into the air, he didn't think twice, didn't hesitate, didn't blink.

Dropping everything behind, Five Hargreeves dove into the blue flash, having you as the only focus in mind.

As soon as the crash of his body with yours caused you both to leave the deadly path, the arms, masculine and wide, wrapped around your back as if he were holding the only anchorage on the high seas in the middle of a storm. His heart was pounding in his chest, and as much that adrenaline, primal instinct and rage were bubbling through his body, he still managed to feel his soul sighing in deep relief when felt your warmth again in his arms.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Diego's angry roar seemed to shake the walls, but didn't stop the obstinate, angry look that swallowed Five's expression.

“Diego…” his voice didn't match the situation the Hargreeves found themselves in. His tone was serious, steady, so calm it was terrifying, like the warning of darkness to the light. “Stay away from her.”

His brother's confused and perplexed look couldn't have been more accentuated. And even Klaus, known for being the least serious about situations, looked completely astonished. Five Hargreeves didn't held you like he was preventing a murder. No. He held you like Cerberus should have held the only person he was ever loyal to.

"You are fucking crazy?!" Diego gestured with his hands “Let go the enemy now!”

The Hargreeves have been through a lot, seen a lot. Many of them being absurd, beyond any rationality or law of physics, moments in which they had to deal with situations that were not possible to be of this world. But nothing, and no one, could have prepared Diego and Klaus for what they heard from Five;

"Never."

The moment was dispersed when Viktor appeared in the room, shaking, hurt, out of his mind. His head fell back in a single gesture, his arms opened up and the fists closed, as white lights began to shoot out from within his eyes and chest.

Five Hargreeves knew what that meant.

He didn't think twice before running to the side, hiding you behind the bar counter and lowering you two bodies to the floor. His body in front of yours, blocking access to the roughest impact in you.

You two had three seconds, three seconds to look into each other's eyes before the flash explodes. And in that three seconds, the only thing that passed in the soul of both of you was the feeling of finally being where should be.

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"They're stupid villains who think they're smart!" Ben was furious in the kitchen, pacing back and forth.

The last few days had passed like this. With Ben angry about the invasion, Ben angry about the fight, Ben angry about Marcus disappearing, Ben angry about... well... he was always angry.

Of all your siblings, he had the worst temper. Fei and Christopher were practically his dogs, going along with all of Ben's stupid plans just because... you really didn't know why they followed him so fervently, but had a theory that it was because they both thought they would have more power when Ben's plans came to fruition.

A hierarchical system that filled the family with toxicity.

On the other hand, there were Jayme and Alphonso. You never really understood the two, but you described them as bullies. A duo who liked the power they had and how they managed to exert it over people.

The only one you could relate to more deeply was Sloane.

"It would have been better if Y/n had made an attack." Alphonso brought your name up in conversation, his gaze full of rancor.

"Fuck off, asshole" It was the only thing you deigned to say, because you didn't have the patience to deal with his comments at the time.

The truth is, since the invasion, you couldn't get him out of your mind.

It was like a drug, an addiction, that had seeped into your blood from the first time you laid eyes on him. There was something there, something you could never explain. He should be the enemy. Your enemy. But…

The way he saved you from the knives, the way his arms wrapped around you. Almost like he already knows how to hold you. How to protect you.

Your heart couldn't slow down whenever your thoughts returned to that man. From the memory of him placing his body in front of you, standing at the forefront of the explosion.

He saved you. Everytime. And there was something that told you he would save you every chance he got.

The truth was…you wanted to see him. Know his name. Talk with him. There was no longer a fiber of your being that saw the situation as your siblingsdid, your body was facing the complete opposite north.

You wanted to touch him, not fight with him.

When time passed, and Luther showed up at the mansion as someone who was kidnapped, you, again, did not see the situation as a beneficial opportunity for your family. But for you.

Suddenly, your entire soul was gripped by a completely unsettling anxiety that made your hands itch, stomach churn, and your legs unable to stay still. Then you were swept by a feeling of deep sadness, as if you'd already experienced what it was like to spend your whole life wanting to see that man and never getting.

There was no more logic, rationality or coherence to what you were feeling, but finding him was as indispensable as breathing.

That's why you volunteered - more like an imposition - that you would be the one to escort Luther home the moment Ben said he could leave.

“It was kind of you to accompany me” The blond man smiled at you, as the two of you walked through the night streets.

"It was nothing." You tried to sound casual, but with every step toward your destination, the more your hands itched, the more your heart was racing, and in a moment, you found yourself picking up the pace to get there faster.

“I have to confess that you were a topic of discussion between my brothers.” Luther laughed, his odd way of bringing up the subject and not mincing words.

But that got your attention. "What do you mean?"

“A-ahem…well…from what I understand, Diego wanted to kill you, but Five stopped him and…”

Five…Five

His name was Five.

Something inside you stirred. An unfamiliar emotion, but one that made a smile rise to yourcheeks.

“Five” you tried to say aloud, and his name just… felt right on your lips.

You went the rest of the way not being able to pay attention to a single syllable Luther was saying. You don't wanted to be rude, but you just… couldn't stop thinking about Five.

“How long before we get there?” you cut off something Luther was saying about Sloane, and the blond eyebrows drawing together in strangeness.

“Actually” he looked at the big hotel in front of him “We already arrived and…”

But you couldn't stop yourself. All of your muscles felt like they had undergone countless electrical discharges, your heart was faster than any living soul has ever been, and your blood was rushing through your veins like marathon runners. You increased your pace considerably, quickly climbing the steps and opening the doors of that building as if you had just walked through the gates of paradise.

You needed to see him.

Luther came up behind you, giving you a suspicious look and walking towards a bar, where the outlines of several people were talking.

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"I returned." Luther's voice brought Five out of his thoughts, and a part of her brain tried to remember the time his brother had left.

And he didn't find any answers.

To his defence, Five's mind had been elsewhere these days. Moments when he rewound in his mind once, twice, three times. Not even the impending new apocalypse knocking on the door seemed to have any effect on Five. To be honest, he… saw no point in trying to save the world this time. Meeting you once was a miracle, but meeting you again, in an entirely different reality and without The Commission making things difficult, seemed like too much of a luxury for him to ignore.

The truth was that in the first attempt to escape the apocalypse he ended up sending the family to different times, with intervals of years between each one. And, deep down, he didn't know if he could handle trying to take you with him to another reality and end up losing you too.

Five had been through this once before. He knew pain too well not to be willing to risk it.

“What is the enemy doing here?!"

Diego's voice snapped Five out of his thoughts, and an electric current shot through his head and reverberated down to his toes. Immediately, without any hesitation, his eyes flew away, finding not just Luther - whit several bags in hand - but you beside him.

You.

Something inside him ignited, his heart raced and, for a moment, the whole world around him fell away.

But just for a moment, because Diego was already getting up from his seat.

“Hey. Hey!” Five teleported away, once again placing the body in front of you . “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“What would anyone do to the enemy! What are you doing? Defending a stranger again?!"

“She is not a stranger, Diego. Now be quiet in your place before I have to do it for you.”

"She is not?" Klaus and Viktor said in unison

"I'm not?" Your voice, the only one that mattered to him, came from behind his back, quieter than the others but loud enough for him to hear.

Five turned towards you, turning his back on his siblings. Unlike how he looked at Diego, his eyes held all the softness and attention in the world when they met yours. A small smile appeared at the corner of his left mouth, a secret smile, hidden from the world but revealed only to you.

"It's a long story," he admitted, having no idea how to start. How to tell something that even to him don't make sense.

“I came to see you.” you rewarded his honesty with another truth, a gleam crossing his eyes like shooting stars. “I have time to listen.”

A smile blossomed on his lips, and Five was overcome by the purest feeling of happiness. Without saying anything, or giving anyone satisfaction, his hand laced into yours, and he disappeared with you in the blue flash.

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Any sensible, practical, centered woman, would have laughed at what Five had just told you. Anyone who didn't get carried away by matters of the heart and didn't believe that two people, when destined to be together, are helped even by the wind, would have turned around and walked away.

But you weren't a sensible woman, nor practical, much less centered. Your being was composed of romance, adventure and magic. You fervently believed in destiny, soulmates and that some loves are capable of overcoming the barrier of space and time.

What's more, if all that wasn't enough, you also felt, from your soul to your bones, sensations that couldn't be explained. Feelings he was also saying he felt too. You believed in him. And that fact came as soft as the droplets of dew, as the brightness of the moon.

After his account came to end, with him letting himself be vulnerable in telling all the thoughts that ever crossed his mind about you, the urge to say just one thing screamed your blood rumbling. “You’re no the villain in my story” your words hung in the air.

“I am,” Five's voice brimmed with a liquid honesty that was able to chill your bones, but nothing in his words hinted at remorse for the things he'd already done. “But i'll be the villain for you. Not to you. I'll let worlds burn again if it means keeping you alive. In a problematic way, that I'll never be able to explain, I don't feel guilty about doing something if it means your safety.”

Five Hargreeves expected many things. Many different reactions. Many words of contradiction. But never what happened next.

Your mouth, without any hesitation, joined his in a kiss that was capable of making his world explode. His body was ignited by a fire that swallowed even his soul, washing away all his sins and giving a demon a taste of heaven.

So what was it like to kiss a goddess? An angel, a muse.

If before, without even touching your skin without the interference of clothing, Five would have happily accepted going to hell, now, with your hot mouth melting into his like warm honey, he would accept the torture of eternal fire with a smile on his face.

And when the small kiss intensified into something much bigger, his hands, warm and masculine, wrapped possessively around your waist. There was no going back. There was no turning back. Five would keep you for himself in the same selfishness that a villain steals a princess. And there was no hero in the world capable of pulling you away of his clutches.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He found the last bit of strength to let you know when your hands untied his tie “I could really hurt you.”

But all good intentions evaporated when your eyes, eager and full of desire, blinked at him. There was an addictive sweetness in that look. The way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the way your eyes held tinges of delicious submission but hid an incendiary fire behind them.

Fucking damn. He wanted you so badly.

"I don't care." Your breathless whisper invaded the room. But he didn't know if you understood the seriousness of the situation.

“Y/n.” his hands cupped your face. “I spent a lot of time contenting just for the way you looked at me. Spending sleepless nights reliving what it was like to feel the contour of your waist in my hand.” His voice was serious, deep, rough like sand scraping against stone. “Do you have any idea of the things I'm going to do to you now that I can finally, finally, have you?” his pitch lowered a few notes, like a predator talking to its prey.

You didn't know it, but only imagination made yours thighs tighten.

“I can destroy you.” his lips went to the foot of your ear, down to the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent and tasting you. “I can leave your body purple, your breasts bitten, your hips marked by the aggressiveness of mine whenever I enter on you.”

A moan escaped your mouth, fingers tightening on his arms, head lolling to the side.

Oh lord, please he do that.

Five's hands went up to your shoulders, in a touch that became more and more possessive, gluttonous, as if he wanted to swallow you.

“I can spend hours fucking you.” his fingers lowered the straps of your dress, letting the fabric fall unceremoniously to the floor. Five pulled his face away enough to be able to look at your body fully, and a husky growl followed right away. “I can kill you.”

Here, in that moment, Five Hargreeves was giving you one last chance to give up, to make him tame the villain he was and who would destroy you for any other man.

If you slept with Five Hargreeves, you would never stop being his.

"Do it." but you didn't have an ounce of self-preservation in the inner body "please."

You didn't have to beg twice. His hands pulled your legs up, making you place your feet on his hips and hug him with your legs. Your back hit the closed bedroom door as Hargreeves' mouth claimed all it could of his. Twisting your tongue around his, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, he was beginning to mark you as his in a single kiss.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” his confession was more of a hoarse groan, hands fumbling with his belt and lowering the waistband of his pants.

Under other circumstances, he would have sucked you until drive you unconscious, pushing your walls with his fingers until you begged for his cock. But he didn't have the presence of mind to do that now. Not now. Not today. He warned of the consequences of wanting to continue at that moment. But you wanted, you begged, and now he was no longer afraid of being able to fuck you with all the vehemence he needed.

Your moans invaded the room very quickly, your waist, even if limited by the door, moved in his groin, exorcising any common sense and control that Five once had.

He pushed your panties to the side impolitely and entered you in one single, glorious, primal thrust. His cock slid in with extreme ease, being completely soaked by the way your pussy was so slick.

“Oh fucking hell” his growl sent even more waves of pleasure to your uterus, and you pressed your mouth to his neck to keep from screaming.

That's when he withdrew and pushed himself into you. Strong, brute. Hitting until found the bottom of the well. His thrusts began relentlessly, thrusting in and out of you aggressively, possessively, almost animalistic. Five's hands were all over yourbody, fingerprinting every bit of your flesh. The nails digging into your waist when you contracted and squeezed him within your plush walls.

“Fuck. fuck.” his groans mingled with the attrition of the bodies of you two against the door, which sent loud, telltale noises throughout the hotel.

But you would rather die than stop.

His cock suddenly hit a place that made your moans come out too loud. Tears began to pool in the corner of your eyes, and your toes curled.

“Oh do you feel this, baby?” Five teased you, digging himself as deep as possible anatomically and rubbing the tip of his cock there, eliciting sly, desperate cries from you "That's your cervix."

Then he went back to fucking you aggressively, this time pulling his chest away from you and digging his hands hard into the flesh of your hips, pulling you towards him at a intensity that could only be described as animalistic.

This was better than anything he had ever tasted in his life. Better than any sin. Better than any whiskey.

His cock desecrated your pussy like it was the only thing that mattered in the world, pulling thick liquids out of you that enveloped him in pasty white rings. Five Hargreeves would ensure that whenever you thought of any man, your mind was invaded by the way he fucked you.

"I will… I will…" your tearful voice blended with the noise of the door slamming and your bodies bumping into each other.

“Thats right, baby” his mouth covered your “cum for me. cum so I can fill that gluttonous pussy with my cum.”

If the way he thrust in and out of you wasn't enough to make you come, his lines had done the job. You came in a glorious explosion of stars, colors and sensations. Your body contracted with absurd force and relaxed like the best of massages. Your arms went limp around his neck, and you could feel his cock tremble and the hot, thick liquid fill your entire pussy.

The noise of the door stopped, his moans calmed down and now the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing in the air.

You thought it was over, until Five climbs a hand to your neck and lets out a broken growl "'You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby."

His cock moved inside you, moving in and out smoothly, pushing his cum even deeper inside you. Make sure you gobble it all up.

“Did you think we were done, princess?” he chuckled evilly, his lips moving closer until they were inches from yours. "I'm just getting started. I'm going to show you how much I've wanted you this whole fucking time.”

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Five Hargreeves SFW Alphabet

Five Hargreeves x gn!Reader - 5.6k words

Warnings: general spoilers for season 3, mild violence, food mentions, pretty angsty stuff five went through

Summary: An alphabetic collection of Five Hargreeves headcanons before, during, and after the apocalypse with you.

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A/n: Another work in the same month?? what a shock! This is sort of redemption for the sheer angst of my first five fic; out of time. I had so much fun writing this! But I’m also drained because holy fuck it’s a lot of headcanons. If you do want to know more headcanons though about five, feel free to send a request or an ask in my inbox! I’ll be more than happy to write short Five headcanons because he’s just so fun to write. Anyways, enjoy and please leave comments<3

A – Affection

“how do they give or show affection?”

He would definitely be closed off and distant at first and especially around other people. It would take a long while, possibly even years to gain his affection. But once he does, he shows it through acts of service, small yet still important. Maybe he’d make you another cup of coffee or your preferred beverage, or he’d remember small details and interests about you that he’d bring up later on. He would also bring with souvenirs from wherever he goes, pushing it into your hands and grumbling that he had it and didn’t want it even though he actually bought it specifically for you. Behind doors, he would occasionally show physical affection especially when he’s stressed or jittery and needs someone to ground him to reality.

B – Beauty

“what would they find beautiful in their s/o?”

He would definitely find intellect beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you’re academically gifted or more street smarts, he would just love an s/o that is smart and knowledgeable about their passions even if it didn’t exactly align with his. Although he would appreciate it if he had someone to talk and debate about math equations and physics to, he also appreciates someone who listens to him madly rambling and add input into his ideas, no matter how relevant or not.

C – Comfort

“how would they comfort them? how would they like to be comforted?”

Five spent his entire childhood homeschooled in the academy and his adulthood in the isolating apocalypse so needless to say his empathy and comforting skills aren’t the greatest. He would be a listener, maybe not the best because he would interrupt to give (well-meant) solutions to your problems. He wouldn’t know how to act through physical comfort at first, instead he’d hover around you and sit beside you like a cat. After a long, long while he would be open to hugs but you’d usually have to initiate it. He’d grumble about how your tears would ruin his shirt but he doesn’t move away.

would have a hard time accepting comfort from others at first since he had to basically deal with the apocalypse by himself for more than 40 years and then the whole commission spiel. He gets antsy with any kind acts at first, expecting it to be fueled by a deeper nefarious motive. Once he does actually accept comfort, he’d appreciate someone who listens to him earnestly because most of the things he says sounds surreal to other people and he isn’t often taken seriously. He would be averse to physical comfort at first, nearly going to fight mode the first time he receives a hug, but later on he wouldn’t mind a hand on his shoulder or in his own hand, especially during difficult apocalypse flashbacks because it grounds him to reality.

D - Dance

“do they like to dance? how would they dance?”

Five would absolutely know how to dance, after all, Reginald forced them to learn how to formally dance in their rigorous training. Would he like to dance though? Definitely not sober, he’d have to at least be halfway through blackout drunk to even consider dancing. Or at the end of the world, seeing as how he had both at Sloane and Luther’s wedding. Once he has enough liquor in his system to make a regular person barely upright, he’d be pulling out the moves left and right. 50’s rock n’ roll, salsa, waltz, you call it he’ll dance it. Well, before he throws up from dizziness and passes out in an elevator. Outside of drunk dancing, I think he’d only dance if it’s required in the mission to blend in with the crowd or if he truly feels safe and in a sappy mood, he’d slowly sway with you once the apocalypse is finally over and his family and you are safe.

E - Excitement

“how do they act when they’re excited?”

He would vibrate at a volatile speed and a single poke to him would send him bouncing around the walls—I’m kidding. He would definitely be jittery though, bouncing his leg nonstop and grinning happily that’s slightly also unnerving due to the menacing glint in his eyes. He had lost hope countless of times during the apocalypse so he learned to stop hoping and being excited, but once he could finally be excited about something, he would stop at nothing to achieve it.

F – Future

“what are their plans in the future?”

13-year-old him would have probably planned to successfully implement time travel and become the world’s greatest professor or physicist in a prestigious university but 58-year-old Five wants nothing more than to retire. For the past 41 years, his future plans had just been to survive, figure out the equation, and go back home, he didn’t think about the rest. Now once the apocalypse is finally resolved, he’d plan to retire from it all. He’d love to travel around and do road trips with you while also nagging every time about any inconvenience like an old man (because he is). He doesn’t see himself settling down and having a child, mostly because he think’s he’s quite old to have a child and the unresolved family trauma still haunts him every time. He wouldn’t mind getting married, he’d love the tax benefits. Maybe the two of you would be the constantly traveling relatives of Claire, giving her cool presents and souvenirs from your travels together. And after a year of travelling around the world, he would want a suburban house with a picket fence and a nice wide garden. He’d have a field day gardening, planting flowers, and maybe even building a koi pond in the corner.

G – Gifts

“what gifts would they give you?”

He’d give you things you randomly said you needed or wanted some days ago and hand it over to you without a word. It could be a hobby gift or a handy item for your job or maybe something related to your interests. He’d also give you things that he likes and just pass it off as a gift even though he’d probably use it more than you would. He would also gift you acts of service like teleporting to get an item you missed or doing a chore you’ve been procrastinating to do without you asking.

H – Hold

“how would they hold you? how would they like to be held?”

He usually keeps his distance towards others, respecting their boundaries and at minimum only touching them to push or pull them in a certain direction out of frustration. He had done a lot of fucked up shit with his hands so he isn’t the type to give pats or hugs in affection. Although a scenario where he would be most likely to hold you would be if either of you were in a near-death encounter. It can be almost getting shot by commission agents or the impending apocalypse but he would roam over you with his hands, checking frantically for any injuries before holding you desperately. He’d grasp the back of your shirt tightly and slump over you in relief and desperation that you were alive and whole. After retiring from the apocalypse, there would be more fleeting touches such as a brush of hands or a protective hand on your back.

As to how he would like to be held, he definitely wouldn’t want to be treated like fragile glass. He’s a 58-year-old assassin, he doesn’t need pity or caution (or at least that’s what he’d say). Five would appreciate a solid hold, one that isn’t hesitant or scared that they might break him into pieces. He wants someone to hold him together and tether him to the ground on the occasion he jumps too far. He’d appreciate hand holding and the occasional hug when things get too much. As for cuddling, Five doesn’t have the time to cuddle in the midst of the apocalypse, but after successfully retiring without another apocalypse or the Commission hunting him down he’d be more open to the idea. The years of isolation definitely made him touch starved so the first time the two of you cuddled he’d toss and turn to adjust to the new sensation of being held. He’d like to be the big spoon but when he gets nightmares (which are frequent) he secretly craves to be the little spoon. He’d also cling to your side like a koala in his sleep with his face in the crook of your neck but vehemently denies cuddling you once he wakes up.

I – Ideal

“what’s their ideal date like?”

Due to the apocalypse, he has no time to consider planning any dates with an s/o, but after he retires, he would plan a simple yet cheesy dinner date under candle light. He doesn’t have much ideas about dating and courting due to being stuck in the apocalypse since the start of his teenagerhood but he distantly remembers having small dinner dates with his previous wife Delores whenever he’d scavenged a particularly good wine or food in the rubble. Now that he’s with you, he’d definitely struggle a bit with the whole dating thing but just give him a nudge in the right direction and he would quickly pick it up. He'd like private dates such as dinners or movie marathons at home to catch up on all the media he couldn’t enjoy before. He would be less open to public dates such as museum dates or zoo outings or pottery and painting classes, since he would always be hypervigilant and on the look out for any Commission goons despite being retired, or he’d pick a fight with the museum curator or art instructor. It's a flaw he works to fix but Five feels most at ease with only you in the safety of your home.

J – jealousy

“do they get jealous easily?”

Five would have an immense amount of trust for his s/o to the point where he’d consider you his close confidant, best friend, and partner, so he wouldn’t get jealous easily. He trusts that whoever you interact with that it’s just platonic and just in case the other person did indeed have other motives such as flirting with your or something, he would trust you to put a stop to it or walk away from it. If by chance you were oblivious to the other person’s advances, he would step in civilly and bluntly tell the other person that you’re taken, not out of jealousy but more out of concern for your safety. If by the smallest chances you actually flirt back (which is a dumb decision honestly) he would just immediately cut to the chase and tell you ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ Depending on whether it was just your accidental over friendliness or something other he would either tell you that he didn’t like it and it seemed like you were actually interested in the other person or he would break the relationship with you if you weren’t actually faithful to him.

K – Kisses

“how would they kiss you? how frequently?”

Five isn’t really comfortable with PDA so kisses weren’t frequent, especially with the threat of the apocalypse onto them. At most he’d kiss your temple or forehead quickly as a habit before turning back to whatever equations he’d be solving. Although if Five was drunk, that was a completely different story. Five is an unpredictable drunk, but most often than not he’d toss all of his pride out of the window and show affection openly to you even in front of all of his siblings. Behind closed doors, he would be more comfortable kissing you. He’d be fond of temple and forehead kisses or if you were taller than him, he would do hand kisses, especially on your palms if he was feeling extra sentimental (which was a rare occurrence).

As for you kissing him, he would turn tomato red if you ever tried to kiss him in front of others and grumble or yell in embarrassment. Don’t take it to heart though, as much as he’d love to keep up his cold and unaffectionate act around others, he’d melt into a puddle when no one’s looking.

L - Love language

“how would they show that they love you? what love language do they enjoy to receive?”

Five’s language would be acts of service. Usually, he considers his time very precious and he always tries to make the most out of everything, discarding anything else that wasn’t relevant to his mission. For you though he would take time out of his day to check up on you and your well-being, especially in grueling times like running from an apocalypse. He’d also use his powers to fetch items for you and always arrive on time whenever you asked.

For receiving love language, he likes it when you spend quality time with him. It doesn’t matter if its brainstorming the next plan or frantically scribbling formulas on walls or drinking coffee in the morning in the kitchen. Five really treasures small quiet moments where there is nothing he can do but sit down with you and accompany each other in silence or soft conversation. It’s a rare break from the bumbling chaotic tornado that was his family.

M - Melt

“what are the things you do that makes them melt?”

He’s a tough person to get through and crack, but one thing that makes him melt every time is watching you fight. The reason why he would have you as an s/o in the first place is because he trusts you enough with his secrets, his heart, and his mind. He is constantly worrying about whether his family was alive or not and whether they could live beyond a few days, so seeing you fight and defend yourself puts his mind at ease and reassures him that he chose the right person to trust. Five also melts whenever he sees you interact with anyone of his siblings, whether you’re entertaining Klaus’ insane tangents, bond with Luther over his records collection or softly chatting with Viktor about anything, he adores it when you get along with his siblings and he definitely sees you as a part of the umbrella family now.

Another much more niche sight that makes his cold walls fall down and his insides uncharacteristically gooey is watching you stand in front a wall full of complex equations with your back turned from him. He doesn’t know specifically why the sight of you frowning in confusion at the lines of numbers affected him much but it took him a while to recover and stop looking at you with adoration. Although you might have not understood the complex formulas he’s written out, you try as you roam your eyes throughout the whole surface. It was like as if he exposed his entire heart and mind to you in a tangled-up ball of equations and you’re trying to untangle it, which made it even more complicated and caught you within the threads. Five often thinks back to it with a fond smile before frowning again once Klaus asks him what he’s smiling about.

N – Nickname

“what would they call you? what would they like to be called?”

Five has always been blunt in refusing any other name ever since Grace gave them ‘regular’ names when they were children. For some reason Five sticked to him and he refused to change it. He wasn’t even that hung up on the whole ranking system either, he couldn’t care less who was the leader or number 1 among them. Five just had a certain ring to it. So, he’d be generally opposed to any over-the-top nicknames like ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ and hearing ‘darling’ gives him flashbacks to the Handler and he’d rather not relive the things that woman did to him. He unwillingly has nicknames from Klaus, always unamused at whatever new name the séance would create for him. Although after a long time of being with him and possibly in retirement he wouldn’t mind ‘honey’ or ‘hon’. It was sweet but not overly and he responded to it whenever you say it from a room in your shared home. Once though when you accidentally slipped up and called him honey in front of his siblings his ears turned firetruck red in embarrassment but teleported to you nevertheless. Allison and Lila never let him live it down.

O – Obvious

“how obvious would they make their love for you?”

To the untrained eye, it was subtle, almost silent. He’d casually brush arms with you or hand you an item when you asked. He’d steal glances at you but he was a trained assassin so he was sneaky. To his siblings who know him and his habits well though, it is more obvious than Five would like it to be. Diego would catch Five’s eyes sometimes lingering a bit longer than usual on you. Viktor often saw Five prepare coffee exactly for two people. Lila once barged in a room searching for Stanley to catch the two of you talking in soft voices and softer looks, she had never once seen Five so un-hostile before. The entire family watched in a mix of fondness, shock, and slight disgust (lovingly) as Five became softer and more considerate around you.

P – Pets

“would they want pets? what pets would they have?”

Five hasn’t really though about adopting a pet before because he was so preoccupied with apocalypse after apocalypse after another apocalypse. When he finally retires though, having a pet wouldn’t be his top priority but he wouldn’t be entirely against it either. He would be the type to have unusual pets such as reptiles or maybe fish (although with Carmichael, maybe not fish). In the comics, Five has a small dog named Mr. Pennycrumb so he would most likely adopt a small dog, maybe a senior dog, and it would be the exact opposite of Five. There’s just something about seeing Five, the greatest assassin in the entire timeline, with a tiny hyperactive dog that couldn’t weigh more than 18 pounds. He is neutral towards animals but he would absolutely have a soft spot for Mr. Pennycrumb and let him run around his garden even though a flower will be uprooted by the excited tornado that is Mr. Pennycrumb. Five would carry Mr. Pennycrumb often and reluctantly let him back to the ground once he realized he needed his hands to do something. A favorite past time of Mr. Pennycrumb and Five is teleport-chase where Mr. Pennycrumb would chase Five as he teleports around the house until the both of them wear each other out.

The Hargreeves family would definitely get whiplash when you bring Mr. Pennycrumb to any holiday family gatherings. Klaus would rub his eyes repeatedly, questioning whether the dog was real or another hallucination, Luther first thought it was a stray dog that randomly waltzed into the mansion and try to adopt Mr. Pennycrumb before being heavily threatened by Five. Allison would just stare in shock while Claire would adore Mr. Pennycrumb, spoiling the dog with endless pets and belly rubs.

Q – Quiet

“how are quiet moments with them?”

Quiet moments are rare when all Hargreeves siblings are gathered together, some mischief or argument would always spiral into a rambunctious event. Fortunately, Five had the power to teleport anywhere he pleases which made it much easier to sneak away from Diego and Klaus fighting over a donut and into a much calmer place. If it was outside, you and Five would sit beside each other in silence, he would drink in his surroundings, bask at the intact buildings and sulfur-free blue sky, and mostly you, alive and breathing. Indoors, he would have some sort of physical contact with you, whether it be a hug, holding hands, or laying his head on your lap. Your presence away from other prying eyes made Five more relaxed and less likely to bounce around and wear himself out by thinking too much about everything. Your scent and your touch would silence every anxious intrusive thought that dared to interrupt his moment of peace.

R – Romantic

“how romantic are they?”

Five isn’t a romantic, he doesn’t know shit about modern dating and pet names and PDA, the closest he’s ever had to romance was his previous wife Delores but she was a coping mechanism he formed to keep himself from going insane in the apocalypse, and she was a mannequin. So, Five isn’t the most romantic, sappy, sentimental person, that title goes to Luther, but he when he loves, he loves the deepest and most intensely. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone for you, hell he won’t hesitate to die for you. When Five Hargreeves loves, he loves them with everything he has, even if it meant little to nothing but himself and his weary hands. He would risk everything to make sure you’re alive and safe and he wouldn’t know how to function if something happened to you. Although he isn’t the most perfect romantic partner, he would get the sun and moon and every star in the sky for the person he loves.

S – Safe

“how safe would they feel around you?”

Five was overly cautious to the point of being almost paranoid constantly and for a good reason. He had to fight ever since he was a child and endure the tortuous training from Reginald, survive by himself in an apocalypse for the other half of his life, then kill for a shady organization he had no choice but to join in. Now he was back with his family but constantly under threat of some sort of apocalypse and the Commission at the same time, he hadn’t had a second to relax and feel safe. Whenever Five was around you, as much as he’d like to say he’s comfortable around you, there is always a part of his mind overworking in the background for any threats or surprises. It would take him a while after the apocalypse to fully relax, but luckily with you by his side, he willed himself to ease into life without constantly looking behind him for a bullet or a knife. He would feel safe whenever your hand is in his, giving him comfort despite running away from enemies. He would feel safe when your arms are around him, fully trusting you not to stab him in the back like so many others did before. He would feel safe together with you in your shared home with Mr. Pennycrumb after the apocalypse. It almost felt too good to be true, almost like a dream or a figment of his imagination before you’d show him it was reality by squeezing his hand and pecking his cheek.

T – Take care

“how would they take care of you if you’re injured or sick? how would you take care of them?”

He’d immediately nag you about not taking care of yourself, which is bold considering he has been running for 45 years on nothing but caffeine, adrenaline, and sheer spite. He’d immediately wrestle you to bed, confining you until you get better and you know that there’s no way you could sneak out of the door without him immediately teleporting in front of you and bringing you back to bed arrest. Five would rush immediately to patch you up or place a cooling towel on your forehead. Even though his actions might be a bit rough, the concern and care bleeds through his actions and you don’t mind if he dabs antiseptic a little bit too hard or if he covers you with a blanket a little bit too tightly.

Due to the Hargreeves’ enhanced physiology, they rarely get sick. Oftentimes it would only be a small cough that would last less than a day but once a year they fall with the worst cold known to man. Five has it the worst, especially with how the stubbornly pushes himself to the limit until his eventual crash and burn. It would be difficult to take care of Five, he constantly tries to teleport himself out of bed until he falls from exhaustion. Luckily in retirement he has all the time in the world to recover and heal, even though you have to remind him more often than not. As a child he was picky with food whenever he was sick, often being forced to eat Grace’s chicken soup after numerous futile attempts to reject it. Now with you, Five eats whatever soup you make without hesitation, thankful that he had you to take care of himself even though he found it hard sometimes to accept it. Five would be torn in being extra clingy and wanting to cuddle with you and wanting to stay 50 miles away from you because he’d be scared that you’d catch the cold that he had and also become sick because of him. Until eventually he gives in and surrenders to the cuddling (you fall ill after a few days like how he predicted and he returns the favor of nursing you back to health).

U – Unique

“what is a trait that is unique to them?”

He is an absolute neat freak. He loves having all of his items in order and would dust everything until not a single spec of dust was left. When the Hargreeves’ visited your shared home (much to Five’s dismay), they were impressed by the sheer cleanliness and organization of the place, almost resembling an Ikea display house more than an actual lived-in home. Ever since Five was a child he was one if not the most organized of the umbrella children. His childhood room was immaculate every time, not even a single physics text book out of place. You would have assumed for it to be an adult’s room if it weren’t for the toy airplane model hung on the ceiling and the small twin sized bed. Since the apocalypse, his cleaning habits have gone to possibly concerning levels. He had to survive in a desolate apocalypse, anything sanitary or clean of rubble was a luxury Five rarely encountered. So, once he was able to retire with you and have his own home, he made sure to take care of everything and never once take the intact house for granted. The only times Five would be caught with scattered items or a messy environment was when he was under extreme stress. Five would be too preoccupied in stopping the apocalypse to care about cleaning any mess and would just start scribbling on the walls frantically. Luckily you picked up on the habit and only stocked up on washable or whiteboard markers in your home, just in case Five needed to go on another math marathon.

W – Wish

“what is their greatest wish?”

Five’s greatest wish is for his family to live long, healthy, and happy lives. It was what kept him going through all those years, to have the opportunity to warn his siblings about the future and save them from their deaths. As much as he loves to complain about his brothers or roll his eyes at his sister, he would sacrifice anything for them, and he technically already did. Five’s survival instincts were held together by the glue that was the thoughts of his family, it had been a long 41 years and it would be more than impressive if he hadn’t thought about giving up at least once, but he kept on running back against the tide of time to save the ones he loves.

X – Xmas

“how would they spend their holidays with you?”

Five’s memory of his childhood was foggy, it was impressive he even remembered bits and pieces of it considering his age and the trauma from his childhood, but Five never once remembered celebrating Christmas as a child in the Umbrella Academy. Reginald was a man (or monster) of logic and thought that holidays based off of religion and culture was unnecessary and stupid so he just remembered spending Decembers with his siblings looking wistfully at strangers decorating across the street or walking with gifts in hand.

In the apocalypse, Five had no reason to celebrate holidays, he barely even knew what day it was half of the time. He tried to keep track of time through clocks and calendars but no other calendars went beyond 2019 and most clocks were broken or eventually stopped working. Five didn’t want to waste resources celebrating alone in the apocalypse, so he eventually forgot of it entirely.

After retiring, Five had to adjust to normal life again, but not alone. You had introduced him to celebrating milestones and holidays. You made hot coco (although Five found it too sweet and swapped it out with coffee with a festive whipped cream), you watched cheesy hallmark movies, and you decorated your home. You had also convinced the Hargreeves siblings to arrange another gathering despite the horrors that might unleash having all Hargreeves siblings in the same place once more. Five and you were finally the ones decorating their house across the street and walking home with heavy bags filled to the brim with gifts. Five surprisingly was an amazing gift giver. He had a talent in knowing exactly what the other person wished for, whether the gift was an item said in a passing conversation or something useful to them. In the celebration Five was lovingly suffocated (Five’s wording) by his siblings for his gifts and most importantly his presence that brought the group together as a family.

Y – Yearn

“what do they do when they miss you?”

Five was bitterly familiar with the feeling of yearning, he had a whole 45 years to be friends with it in the apocalypse and in the Commission. He had a love-hate relationship with it, if you will. With that many years of yearning for his family and his past, Five had developed a system to overcome it. Was it a healthy one? Probably not. He would toss himself into his work, figuring out equations or assassinating targets to distract himself from the aching pain of longing. For you, Five surprisingly hasn’t had much opportunities to yearn yet. Although Five doesn’t look like he’s clingy, he most definitely is. Wherever you are, he also appears. He cannot be further than a 4-meter distance away from you. When in the rare case that he is, he tosses his entire focus onto his work and his mission again, frantically finding the quickest way back to you. Once you finally return from what you had to go to, he’d visibly slump in relief. He would casually ask you how it went before checking if you had been injured in any way, but internally he would be so relieved that he wouldn’t have to yearn for you to come back because you were back and you were with him.

Z – Zzz

“how do they sleep?”

He has two sleep modes, A. He sleeps with basically his eyes open and even the smallest noise will immediately send him to fight or flight mode, or B. He sleeps like an old man and is dead to the world until 6am when he punctually wakes up every single time.

The first sleeping habit wasn’t fully there during his academy training childhood but it fully hammered into him once he worked as the Commission’s temporal assassin. He had to be ready at any moment and never let his guard slip, but if often lead him to be more worn out and tired. In his more youthful days, he would’ve turned sloppy and could have been almost overpowered by his opponent, but now he has trained himself to work with even the smallest amount of energy just for survival.

The second sleeping habit was from when he was truly a child, before the grueling missions and training. He was always the last of the siblings to wake up and would have been the last ones to arrive at the table if it wasn’t for his teleportation abilities. After retiring it would take him a while but eventually, he started sleeping like that again. He could finally rest easy with him clinging onto you like a koala and not be woken even by Luther’s heavy footsteps. His habit of waking up precisely at 6am came from his age, (well mental not physical) he woke up exactly at the same time the sun rose.

Although he was an insomniac due to going for days without sleep to try and stop the apocalypse, now that he was retired, he had no reason to skip sleep, he had all the time in the world. He also surprisingly isn’t a night person despite his insomnia, he would much rather sleep at 9pm after reading for a bit and wake up bright and early (which is very old man of him). If you were a morning person, he’d spend a few minutes in bed with you, basking at the new sunshine before shuffling the both of you to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. If you weren’t a morning person, he would wake up first and stare at your sleeping self with so much love and adoration that Five would rather die than be caught in the act. You would wake up to an empty bed in slight panic but the smell of pancakes and the clanking of pans in the kitchen would quell your anxieties as you go to the kitchen to greet a cooking Five good morning. :)

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Stitching Him Up.

Hiya!! This is my first fic so bare with me- Also it's really short so sorry about that! when i was writing it i was expecting it to be longer than it was- Anyway I don't really know what else to say so...Enjoy!

P.S: Remember you can give requests whenever you want, im sure i will get round to them!

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are sitting in the academy with a nice book when five walks in obviously hurt, you help him get cleaned up and he confesses to you after thanking you for helping him

Warnings: blood, needles, injury, my writing

You were sitting in the living room of the academy, quietly reading a book when Five stumbled in, clutching his side. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him with a concerned stare, squinting your eyes a little when he waved you off, hobbling over to you.

“I’m fine, what were you reading?” he asked. You knew there was something wrong, but you told yourself to leave it. If Five didn’t want you to know, then you weren’t going to pry, if he needed help he would come to you, you thought.

You looked at him wearily but answered his question none the less. “oh! its just this book ben was talking to me about, he said I would like it and let me borrow it! How nice is that?” you smile, holding out the book to Five.

Five took the book out of your hands, taking a look at both covers and flicking through the first few pages, nodding along to what you were saying. “Hm, that is nice of him.”, he said, thinking to himself and wincing as he sat down on the sofa opposite you clutching his side.

“Okay, are you hurt or something? I can tell there’s something wrong!”

“I’ll live, it’s fine.” he grunted, but you could see the pain etched on his face. You got up off the sofa and moved to his before you gently lifted up his shirt to see what was wrong. A nasty cut ran across his side, and you could tell it was deep. “I need to stitch this up,” you said, looking at it while softly running your fingers across his skin, getting a hiss from Five. “Sorry! Sorry, one sec’ I’ll get the first aid kit.” you said, standing up and walking into the kitchen to get the kit from under the sink.

When you get back to the sitting room, you find five with his head back against the sofa, clearly in pain. You wished he would tell you when he was hurt, but you knew he never would. It would hurt his ego. “you ready? This might hurt a little.” you, told him, with the reply of a nod yes.

You set to work, carefully cleaning and sterilizing the wound before threading a needle. Five hissed in pain as you started to stitch, but he didn’t complain. You worked quickly and efficiently, making sure to close the wound tight. “There,” you said, tying off the last knot. “All done.”

“Thanks,” Five said, breathing a little easier now that the wound was closed. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

You smiled at him, feeling a little warmth in your chest. Despite his gruff exterior, Five had a vulnerable side that only a select few were allowed to see. You were grateful to be one of those people. “Anytime,” you said, packing up the first aid kit. “Just don’t make a habit of getting hurt, okay?”

Five chuckled, wincing a little at the pain. “I’ll try not to,” he said, leaning back on the couch. “But you know how it is.”

You nodded, knowing all too well the dangers of their world. You had stopped the apocalypse three times now, and you were relieved to have a bit of a break for a while. But with each passing day, you were glad to have the Hargreeves by your side. And you were especially grateful for Five. He could be a dick sometimes, but he would always look out for you and his family.

“So, what happened? Not another apocalypse, I hope.” You joked before shaking your head and muttering “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” Five looked over at you as you packed away the first aid equipment. “I ran into a few men from the commission. Guess they had a sort of problem with me. Anyway, one of them had a knife i didn’t know about and cut me. I got them back for it though.” Five stated, sounding pretty proud of himself despite getting hurt in the process.

“Just..be carful, okay? I don’t know what I- we would do if something happened to you” you told him quickly correcting yourself hoping he wasn’t listening and didn’t catch it but oh of course he did, he always listened when you talked, it was like your the only person in the world and he just had to listen to you.

“i will.” he said. He seemed to be thinking of something before he finally spoke up. “I really care about you, you know. More than most people and I know it’s not just because of how much we’ve been through together, though that does help.” Five nodded along with himself almost like he was agreeing to what he was saying.

You look up at him, feeling yourself freeze as his eyes meet yours, feeling your heart start to race. Was he really saying what you think he was saying? What you had been wanting him to say for years now?

He took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to touch yours. “Well, what I’m trying to say is that I love you. That I’ve loved you for a long time, ever since we got partnered up together in the commission, but I was too afraid to tell you. And I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had always suspected that there was something more between you two, but to hear him say it out loud was almost too much to handle. “I love you too, Five,” you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. “Good,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of all the love and tenderness that had been building between you two for so long.

As you broke apart, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more missions, more battles to fight, but you were ready for them all as long as you had Five by your side. Together, you were unstoppable. You always had been.

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

Angst, Jealousy, **requested: "You should do more five ones :)" @boisboysboisboys

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There was no way this could be happening right now. The world could be fucking ending at your dressed like this- so promiscuous, dazzling, and entrancing... Five couldn't contain himself, he fixed his posture, taking a gulp of the harsh liquor.

He didn't like you, he couldn't like you even though his heart pounded everytime you came into view and he even thought about living in the apocalypse ruins only with you.

He was practically an old man trapped in an young body, he wasn't emotional stable neither available. Five swore you deserved better, someone who could caress your smooth skin, kiss you goodnight, and tell you how beautiful you were everyday.

Five would do all of those things till the day he dies but it just couldn't be him. He pushed your flirty comments away, ignoring your presence when you hang out with the family.

You assumed he didn't like you...at all. You even tried changing up your advances, seeing if there was a sliver of chance he could see you the way you saw him. You felt head over heel, the book type of romance, or the late at night crying love.

You decided maybe Five wasn't the one but you never lost your burning feelings for him. Attending this party, the commission was holding, with Clint was an example of you trying to shove your feelings away.

You bit your tongue, eyes seraching for an escape. "So how about after this-" "I should go get a drink, I'm a little parched" You chuckled, pulling your wrist from his grasp. "Okay" Clint nodded, his eyebrows furrowed.

You quickly walked, trying to wrap your head around some sort of emotion you might have for the male. "A Blue Lagoon please" You spoke to the bartender, not noticing Five walking beside you.

"Another one" Five muttered, his eyes trained on you. Your ears perked to the sound of his voice, your stomach cringed at the proximity. "You enjoying the party?" You reached for your cocktail.

"Eh not really my style" He smoothed out his shirt, watching you intensely as you sucked on the blue liquid. "However you seem to be enjoying this...with Clint" Five added the last part with a strong amount of venom.

You would start banter about he seemed jealous but you refrained from it. "Yeah I am. He's...unique" You tried faking a smile. To be honest, all you could imagine while being with Clint was Five, every physical trait shifting into a version of Five's.

"Huh.." Five hummed, intrigued. He has studied Clint before, average looks, average fighting, average grades, good dental records (maybe a cavity or two when he was young). Clint definitely didn't deserve to be with you who excelled at everything.

"What" You smiled, looking at his concentrated face on Clint. "He's doesn't seem like your type" "Whats my type?" "Someone who can fulfill your needs properly" Five eyes narrowed, turning back to you.

"Someone like you" You quirked, nudging his arm. Five froze for a moment, eyes locking deeply with you. "Anyone but me" His mouth moved slowly. You shook your head, squeezing the lemon slice into your drink.

You glanced at him through your eye lashes, furrowing your eye brows. "Five Hargreeves. You're everything I need" You snickered, brushing your fingers against his skin. "Don't" Five hissed but he allowed his arm to rest on the counter.

"I'm not right for you" His eyes squeezed shut. "No one seems to be" You sighed, eyes flickering to Clint who obviously found another attraction. Five clicked his tongue, bringing your gaze to him.

"Someone who deserves you will come, that's a fact" Five placed down his whiskey. He didn't mean the shitty hookups or deceiving boyfriends. A part of him even wanted to talk about himself but he knew you were made for something way better than a crippling 60 year old in a teenager's body.

You pinched your temple, blinking furiously at the burning feeling nudging your eyes. "Yeah whatever" You scoffed, setting down your drink. His eyes flickered to ground as you walked away.

A gut twisting feeling pulling at his intestines.

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blackch-rry · 2 years

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Afraid of Change

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, cheating, reader is an angel, a lot of relationship stuff is left out, (he really really loves you, he’s just stupid), this is just a snippet of the toughest part of their relationship.

Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: My very first five fic! I haven’t written in a while so keep that in mind lol.

Afraid of Change Alternative Ending

***

It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.

The thought of being fine has always been empty words to you, not meaning the most. But as you step into the elevator and press the worn down button of the fifteenth floor all you can do is pray. Pray to whoever will listen that, yes, you will be fine.

You’re not sure when the suspicion rose within your mind, but recently it’s been all your thoughts. When you’re falling asleep and right when you’re waking up. As you walk down the hallway, twenty steps until the door, you hold onto the ring that rests on your right middle finger. You never had the confidence to put it on your left hand or even your ring finger, in case he’ll notice. It’s a constant reminder of what was and what should’ve been.

“It’s a placeholder for the real thing. One day, I promise…”

You’ve never been one for confrontation and honestly the second you unlock the door you might not dive into it. And that’s what happens when you close the door and put your belongings on the dining table. The urge to say something about what you are so sure of dissipates the longer you stand in place. I have to hear him say it…a slip up. And then I’ll find the courage. Is what you say to yourself to fight back your nerves.

You quickly go for the cabinet and fill a cup of water for yourself. As you sip you can hear rustling of paper down the hall, near the bedroom. In his study as always. You’re sure that he knows your home, but despite that you stand near the doorframe. You see his back and the rapid scribbling he’s doing. Your eyes immediately drift to the glass of whiskey to his left. And then the bottle, half empty, close by.

Always drinking. Always tipsy.

You clear your throat. “Have you had dinner?”

Without a flinch to your voice, seeing as he could hear your breathing from behind him since you got there, he raises the glass. “It’s right here.”

Jesus.

You’ve never liked staying in his study. (Not like he also enjoyed it…since he’s a workaholic and needs absolute silence.) You can’t help but step inside and stand near the bookcase and distract yourself with not really reading the titles. You distract yourself with the differentiating heights of the books. You picked up on distracting yourself a lot these days.

He sighs. “I’m working on something very important here and I need you to-” another sigh, “Did you want something?”

This makes you turn your head towards him. He’s not even looking at you. Still making markings on countless papers.

“No, not really.”

With that you make your way back into the hall, towards the bedroom. The first thing you notice is that your side of the bed is still unmade. Something about waking up by yourself this morning made you rush to get to work earlier than usual. You distract yourself with getting ready for bed. It’s not even late, barely past eight, but you have to do something. You think taking a shower first is better. As you undress and dip your hand into the rushing water to test the temperature, your eyes find their way to all his things in the bathroom. To his toothbrush, his pair of glasses lying on the porcelain of the sink, and to his towel hanging next to yours.

God, I’ve never been good with distractions when it comes to him.

And as if the shower isn’t the best place to get lost within yourself.

While you stand under the downpour you think of three months ago.

“I’ve always liked you best this way.” Five said from his place by the dresser. Hands in both of his pant pockets. Glasses on the bridge of his nose and hair in disarray.

“What way?” You glanced curiously up from your spot in bed, back against the headboard, and a small book with collections of poems in your hands.

“Like this,” he made his way to you, “Wearing just a comfy t-shirt, in bed, and focused on something you like.” As he sat by your feet your cat jumped up from the other end and came to stay right by your side. “I guess he likes it too.” He said, resting a hand on your leg that was under the blanket.

A playful grin makes its way on your face. “Why is the lack of clothes I’m wearing the first thing you mention?”

His hand continued to move up your body and you finally noticed how close he had gotten. He leaned to kiss you before leaning dangerously closer besides your ear.

“You better get the cat off the bed.”

Your brought back by the sound of a shampoo bottle slipping off the edge of the tub, sliding by your feet. You bend to pick it up and put it back. You think nothing else as you continue to shower.

After about ten more minutes your wrap a towel around yourself. The mirror is quite fogged up but you don’t wish to see yourself anyways. The clothes you change into are cozy and entirely your own. (You used to have a habit of stealing Five’s shirts…but is it technically stealing if you buy them for him since he can’t be bothered?) You do what you need to do to finish getting ready for bed and you finally step back into the bedroom. You see your cat is already curled up sleeping but instantly comes to when you get in.

You instinctively run a hand over him and find yourself smiling as he purrs. “How was your day Cat? Hope you did a lot of people watching from the window. I know you love that.” You whisper in case Five can hear you and interrupt his work. You sink deeper into the sheets and rest your head on the pillow. As you stare another memory floods over you.

“Five, I’m giving you the responsibility of naming him.”

He grunted in protest from the dining table. He watched you on the couch holding the rescue in your arms. You looked up from rubbing the cat’s belly and waited. Nodding your head in confirmation that he has to name him. Swinging one leg over the other, he said, “Cat.”

You laughed, “Yes, Five, I know he’s a cat.”

“No, silly. I’m naming him Cat.”

You gave an incredulous look in reply. With that he got up and before entering the kitchen he said, “You know I like to keep things simple. Cat is the simplest.”

You looked down to Cat while you heard Five opening the fridge. You weren’t even mad, in fact you found it funny. “Cat you’ll be then.”

After that you fell asleep with your hand resting on Cat’s back.

***

In the morning you wake up later than you normally allow yourself to. Cat is nowhere in sight, so you assume he’s in the living room waiting for breakfast. You look over and the other side of the bed is exactly how you found it yesterday. This annoys you slightly. You stand up and stretch your back out before heading to feed Cat. You hear Five talking to himself as you pass the study. He definitely didn’t get any sleep. You ignore this and focus on Cat. He’s exactly where you thought you’d find him, waiting by the window in the living room.

After two minutes, you gently place his new food on the floor and start making yourself breakfast. You need something comforting right now, so you make your favorite blueberry pancakes. After you’ve set your plate you take in that you made enough for two. Despite all your worry and suspicions you grab another plate.

You walk plate in hand and you’ve even got a smaller dish with syrup in the other. You knock, even though the door was already somewhat open, and wait for his response. He doesn’t and you can’t take standing out there any longer so you push inside. He doesn’t say anything in protest so you continue. You’re already annoyed with him for not sleeping so you don’t say a word as you place the food down on the emptiest part of the desk. You leave as quietly as you came in.

You don’t have to be at work today so you contemplate what your supposed to do all day. Being home doesn’t feel inviting, even if Cat’s there. He probably doesn’t need something from you for a while anyways since he already ate. You’ve come to the decision to get yourself coffee first, not Five’s coffee, so you quickly change and say goodbye to Cat before heading out.

There’s a quaint café a couple blocks from your apartment and it happens to be the only place that you can get a decent drink without regretting it after a few sips. You hear the bell above you and the friendly getting from the young barista behind the counter. You and a few other people, studious college students, contain the café. Which you appreciate because a rowdy coffee shop doesn’t sound pleasing right now. You greet back, order your usual, and take a seat at an empty table for two. Observing the table next to yours you realize it’s the same spot you met up with a college friend at weeks ago. You sigh at the memory.

“So, I’ve been dying to hear all about this boyfriend of three years.” She exclaimed full of excitement at the thought of your love life. The pastry she ordered left to cool in front of her.

“You wasted no time, Caroline.”

“Of course not! All I’ve gotten is a couple posts on Instagram about you two. And those don’t provide the details I’m looking for!”

You grin, “And what details are you looking for exactly?”

“Your sex life. Obviously.”

You snap your head around the café and feel a tad bit relieved nobody cared enough to eavesdrop. “Jesus, Caroline, my sex life?” You whisper the last part, embarrassed.

“Yes, I’ll tell you all about mine but you need to go first.”

“Why must I go first?” You mutter, but ultimately give up. It’s not something you want to share but maybe you’ll feel lighter. “Actually, it hasn’t been as good as it used to be.”

She reached a hand across the table, not grabbing yours, but it’s a sign she’s there and listening.

You noticed this and prepared yourself. “It’s been a little over two months since the last time.”

“Seriously? Is it you, or…”

“It’s him. I mean I’m not a prude and I’m up for it, but he’s been especially busy with his job recently, taking business trips, and whenever we’re at home it’s not like he’s shown any sign of wanting to.” You found your empty cup the thing you decided to stare at, not wanting to see the look on Caroline’s face.

She called you by your nickname, voice with concern. “So, you’ve been just left to your own devices?”

“God! I am not going to talk about that, Caroline.” You shift in your seat uncomfortably.

“Okay, okay. But I can’t help but think…” She glances down at her uneaten pastry before meeting your eyes again. So she’s thinking the same thing that’s been clouding your brain.

“I don’t know, but everything was fine a couple months ago and suddenly he’s different. Not as affectionate, even though he barely was in the beginning anyways, and I just feel like an afterthought to him lately.” You take a deep breath. “I don’t want to even fathom the idea that he’s cheating on me, but those business trips? He’s particularly distant and snappy when he’s back. I mean he’s always had a temper but he would apologize to me after. Now when he lashes out on me, for stupid things by the way, he just locks himself in his study. We barely talk.” You felt on the verge of tearing up, but you just breathed out shakily.

Caroline went to hold your hand this time. “Anything else you noticed?”

You nodded. “One time when I did the laundry, his suit jacket smelled like perfume. It was faint and I caught a whiff when I went to put it in, but I smelled it again and it wasn’t mine. I swear to God, I know every perfume I have and nothing comes close.” You felt this striking warmth in the middle of your chest. You just kept breathing in hope it went away.

“You have to ask him. I’ve dealt with cheaters before and you have to get his ass for it. Now.”

You cry, “Caroline, it’s not easy for me! I want to, I really do, but I’m so scared. If it’s true I don’t know what I’ll do. I love him. He’s…he’s the only one I’ve ever given all my love to.”

She gives your hand a quick squeeze.

“But if he’s cheating, you’ll leave him right?”

You’re back at the almost empty café. You get up, deciding that drinking your coffee is better off anywhere but here.

***

Afternoon is when you get back to the apartment. Your legs tired of aimlessly walking for hours. Stopping here and there at stores and the park, but nevertheless tired. Putting your jacket on the hook and not forgetting to give some attention to Cat, you hesitantly walk down the hall. Peaking into his study you find it empty. Confused, you ears pick up the noise coming from the bedroom. You enter and see Five packing a small suitcase.

“Where are you going?” You lean on one side of your body, anxious.

He looks briefly at you before putting more of his things together. “Business trip.”

That warmth from weeks ago creeps back in your chest.

“Again? But you had one last week.” You can’t help the small amount of bite that goes with what you said. Five stops and turns to face you. “It’s work. I have to go.”

“It’s just that they’ve never been this close to each other.”

He scoffs, “Well if you have so much of a problem with it then call and complain to them. Not me.” He zips the suitcase and walks past you. He’s wearing the same suit you smelled perfume on. You stand there, taking your deep breaths, before following after him.

“Five.”

He’s in the study, putting paperwork together in a briefcase. You’re going to pretend that he didn’t hear you, so you call again. “Five.”

“What.” He sounds uninterested and that damn striking warmth won’t leave you. You want to ask. You want to blurt it out and demand an answer. He’s still moving about with determination and the question almost, almost, goes back inside of you. But you don’t want to be the girl that doesn’t even bother. The girl that ignores it.

“Are you cheating on me, Five?” You don’t say it with much confidence, but you still say it. He pauses for a moment, jaw tight, before zipping the briefcase and standing before you.

“What makes you come to that conclusion?” He’s looking down on you, and god, it makes you angry.

“That’s not a denial, Five.”

“Christ. I’m not having this conversation because I’m not cheating on you.” He looks antsy, like he wants to leave this apartment this second, but he makes no moves. He’s not looking at you anymore and you stay silent. What can you say? All you think about is why didn’t he say that in the first place? Why not deny it the second after you said it?

Why isn’t he angry you even accused him?

“I’m running late. We’ll talk when I get back.”

With that, he goes past you yet again and you stand in the study even after you hear the door close.

You think that it’s all the pent up frustration from all this that you release your tears. You don’t make a big fuss, not a sound, just noiseless crying. You hug yourself while you return to the bedroom. You curl up in bed facing away from everything that reminds you of Five.

You stare at the wall ahead and it’s when you hear Cat coming and jump up to lay by you that your crying becomes noiseless.

***

His business trips typically last three to four days, but what makes you flinch is when you hear the apartment door open. It’s only been one day since he left. You’ve stayed in bed, on your side, the whole time. Only getting up to feed Cat and take a long shower. You don’t bother moving. Only listening to the footsteps and the creaking of the bedroom door being pushed open. He wordlessly sits by your feet near the edge of the bed. It’s all so familiar and it makes you feel sick. He doesn’t say anything.

“Why are you here?” You break the silence first.

“I’ve done some thinking. I thought it would be best to come back.” He sits not facing you, elbows on his knees. You really can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“What have you been thinking?”

“Her name is Nora. She works in another department.” You find his words have guilt clinging onto them.

“Did you meet her while you were away?”

You’re still staring at the wall. Too calm for his liking.

“Yes. A long time ago, but things…escalated a few months ago.”

You shut your dried out eyes and sniffle. That anger came back within you instantly. “Months? Did you ever think to stop? That you have a girlfriend at home?”

“Of course, I never wanted it to happen for this long. Or at all, but work has been insanely stressful-”

You sit up, in complete disbelief, and you ignore the way your body hurts from being in the same position for hours. “For fucks sake, Five! You think that’s an excuse? I’m right here, always have been for you!”

He snaps his head towards you. “No, I know it’s not an excuse! And I’ve always thought about you and guilt has been eating away at me. I just…I can’t justify what I did, but I have no plans on seeing her ever again. I love you, I always will. I’m just always jumping way too far into things and I lost my way.”

He inches closer not sure how you’d feel, so he still gives space. “All I can hope is that you forgive me. It’s the worst thing I could’ve done and I did it. I’m sorry.”

You hear his apology, but it remains unimportant right now. “Am I not enough? You say you love me and that you wanted to stop but when you’re here I don’t feel loved, Five. We don’t even act like a couple anymore. I’m a roommate basically. I do things for you and get shit in return.”

He shut his eyes in shame before focusing back on you and running a hand through his hair. God, you hate him.

“I know. I know I’ve been terrible but it’s because I’m so mad with myself. I’m mad I didn’t ignore her like how I do to everyone else. I’m angry I didn’t come to you. I hate that I made you feel unloved, but you’re the first relationship I’ve had that I wanted to hold onto forever. I’m so sorry.”

It’s then that he takes attention to the fact that your ring is no longer on your finger, but on the bedside table instead.

His eyes widen slightly before his entire being just goes slack. “Are you going to leave me?”

You don’t answer and lie back down. He doesn’t urge a response from you, assuming you’ve heard enough and need space. Five watches you reach for Cat before making his way to his study, closing the door behind him.

You just need to think.

***

It takes you approximately two hours to come to an answer. You know you’re better than this. Deserve more than this. But you’ve never had luck with boyfriends, they never felt right to you. There’s just something about him that makes you not want to imagine a future that doesn’t have him in it.

You’ve always been afraid of change.

And leaving him would change the entire world.

You didn’t talk to him the rest of the night and fell asleep alone, but when you wake up the next morning he’s there sleeping on his side. That’s what seals the deal. The way the morning sun peaks through the curtains, leaving a glow around him. To his long eyelashes, his messy bed head, the way he grumbles in his sleep…you’re suddenly reminded of all the good in your relationship. The time spent before this obstacle.

That’s all it is. An obstacle. And you want to get through this. You won’t leave unless he tells you to. You hope that he’s just as afraid of change as you.

Because you think to yourself that there’s probably no one who will love him the way you do. Nobody who will love him enough to forgive a slip up. God, you’re so in love with him. You’re love is what makes you stay.

Quietly, you get out of bed. There’s still some coffee in the pot when you arrive in the kitchen. You’re not sure how old it is so you pour it down the sink and make a new one. After you pour yourself a mug you’re sitting at the dining table hoping the smell of coffee will wake him up. It does. A couple minutes pass and he’s sauntering down the hall. He catches you sitting and forgoes the coffee and rests across from you.

“I’m not leaving, Five,” you say gently, “I never deserved this and I don’t want to be in a relationship where I ever felt so betrayed. But right now I don’t want to leave, I want to resolve this. With you.”

His eyes are glossy and you notice this. You’ve seen Five cry once before and it’s on the edge of happening again. His voice is low and meek.

“You’re so good. You always have been and who am I to take that for granted. I’ve done the worst to you and you forgive me. You want to fix this,” a tear descends, “There’s something wrong with me but you see right passed that. I will do anything to make this better. I swear to God I never want you to feel less than, not enough.”

He tentatively places his hand on the table, silently begging you take it. When you do he continues. “She never meant a thing, it was an emotionless act, and I will repay you like my life depends on it. I love you. I’d save the fucking world over and over again just so I don’t lose you. I will never do this to you again.”

He’s full on crying and witnessing it causes you to tear up. You’ve never heard him so serious and you know he means everything. You’re so weak for him it breaks your heart.

He shakily takes a breath, trying to calm himself, and reaches into his pocket. Not letting go of your hand. If anything he’s gripping onto it for dear life. With his other hand he opens his palm to reveal your promise ring. He meets your eyes and silently asks. Can I? You nod. He grabs your hand, reluctantly letting go of the other, and puts it on your ring finger. You take awareness of the matching on he wears.

He stands and tenderly pulls you to your feet as well. He’s wrapping himself around you, one hand on the back your head, stroking your hair. His head rests on top of yours.

“I promise to never take you for granted ever again. I promise to be better. And I promise you are the only one I’ll ever look at, I’ll ever love.”

His shirt has become wet and you glance down to see Cat waiting patiently for his food.

You pull away and reach up to look at him. He waits no longer to kiss you. He’s holding you tight.

You’re afraid of change and you know now that he is too.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

You both went silent.

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

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

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

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

Five sighed. "I know."

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

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

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Five dating someone who's insomnia is always kicking their ass so he pops up at night to make sure they're in bed and asleep and when he sees they arent he lovingly threatens them to go to bed lmao

He would so do that too I love him sm I swear

Late Bedtime (Five Hargreeves x reader)

Warnings: reader suffers from insomnia, swearing, references to assasin! Five, slight sexual innuendo, slight angst maybe I guess?? Idk, better safe than sorry

It was late at night, and you were curled up on the couch flipping through the channels to see what was on the television. There wasn't much worth watching, just infomercials and reruns of old sitcoms. Sighing, you settled on some random trashy reality show as you wrapped your blanket tigheter around you.

"Darling, why are you still up? You're supposed to be in bed," you heard a voice suddenly ask.

Normally, a random voice talking to you in the middle of the night would have given you cause for concern and understandably freaked you out, but you knew your boyfriend well enough at this point to know he didn't care too much about using doors. You'd tried to introduce him to the concept of knocking before in the past, but after awhile you figured it wasn't worth the fight and gave up.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied, turning to face him. He was in his usual Umbrella Academy uniform, one that you often teased him for, saying that he looked like he went to a private school for rich kids. He detested it, though he agreed you weren't far off the mark. "What are you doing here?"

"I just thought I'd pop in to make sure you were asleep, which you clearly are not," he said accusingly, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I told you already, I'm not tired," you said, the ending of your sentence cut off by a sudden yawn.

He raised his eyebrows at you in an "I told you so" fashion.

"Alright, that's it. Bed, now."

"But Fiveee," you whined.

"No buts. Now, go get ready for bed, unless you want me to use some of my knowledge in disabling targets to get you there."

You gasped mockingly. "Five, are you threatening me? Your loving partner, who would do anything for you?"

He smirked. "Isn't it obvious?"

You put your hand over your heart, and began to fake cry for good measure. "How could you? Just when you think you know a person."

"I used to kill people for a living. It's pretty naive of you to think I wouldn't threaten you with acts of physical violence just to get you in bed."

Perking up, you gave him a knowing look. "Oh, so you're trying to get me in bed now, are you? In what ways?"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay, look, first off, you know that's not what I meant, and second, I'm just trying to make sure you don't wake up tomorrow morning utterly sleep deprived."

"You wake up every morning utterly sleep deprived, so I really don't see what the big deal is here. In fact, I'm quite certain you've never actually gotten a full night's worth of sleep before, have you?"

You questioned him with such certainty because you knew it was true. Five did as well, even if he didn't want to admit it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, knowing he'd been beat. "That's... not the point. If you don't go to bed soon, you're not going to get enough sleep, which means you're going to be really pissy when you wake up; and I, for one, hate when that happens, so would you please just go to bed?"

The last part came out as less of a question and more of a plea, which caused you to realize that, as much as he loved staying up late with you, trash talking his family and drinking coffee as the sun came up, he valued your mental health and stability more.

Obviously, it wouldn't do anything to help his agenda in stopping the apocalypse and saving the world if you were constantly dozing off from lack of sleep; but more than that, he cared. He cared about your general wellbeing, far more than you ever did. It wouldn't do you any good in the long run if he let this behavior continue, and he knew that.

You knew that too, as much as you hated to admit it. Which is why you gave in to his requests, surprising him in the process.

"Okay, fine."

He appeared to be in shock, as it took him a couple minutes to process what you'd said and a few more to actually respond. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said fine. It's over, Hargreeves; you win," you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. "I guess I'll just go to bed, like you wanted."

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. "That's it? You're not going to protest anymore, or give me a hard time?"

"Yup."

"You're going to go to bed, just like that?"

"Just like that." You nodded your head in agreement, turning off the television while you got up and stretched. "It's just not worth it to argue about, y'know? Especially since you're right."

"Um, do you think you could repeat that?" He asked, a smirk appearing on his face. "Because it sounded to me like you just said I was right."

You groaned. "God, you're such an asshole. Yes, you were right, okay? Can I please just go to bed now?"

He shrugged his shoulders, still giving you a cocky look. "Go right ahead, I'm not stopping you."

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you made your way into the bedroom. He followed you, watching as you got ready to go to sleep. Once you'd finished your nightly routine, you climbed into bed, slipping under the blanket.

Finally satisfied, Five turned to leave, but not before you spoke.

"Five?"

He turned back around, raising his eyebrows as he silently urged you to continue.

"Will you stay? Please?"

Letting out a soft sigh, he walked back over to the bed. "Scoot," he commanded, gesturing for you to move over.

You did, making sure he'd have plenty of room as he laid down next to you.

"Is it okay if I cuddle with you?" You softly asked, knowing how unfamiliar he was with physical intimacy and not wanting to make him uncomfortable by accident.

He didn't say anything at first, but when he patted the space beside him, you took it as an invitation to move closer.

You cuddled up beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him close as you buried your face in his chest. "I love you," you sleepily mumbled, causing him to smile.

Once he was sure you were asleep, he responded. "I love you, too," he whispered into the dark of your room. "So much."

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silky-slinky · 2 years

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A GLIMPSE OF US !

FIVE HARGREEVES X FEM!READER PAIRING !

DIALOGUE PROMPT/S:

31. “It's very rude to stare.”

33. “Don't you remember anything?”

34. “I don't know how to love you.”

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

You weren't there with him. You weren't there with him when he left the elevator doors alongside his family. You weren't there. The person who he woke up to every day, the person who he'd never get tired of, the person who he was selfless for. The person who he had married many years ago, still felt like it was yesterday.

You were there with him. You were there with him when he finally met his family after getting stuck in the apocalypse, for so many years. You were there. The person who he would automatically go to when he had a problem. The person who understood him better than anyone else. The person who knew him like the back of her hand. The person who he had fallen in love with, for years on end, and he wasn't planning to stop.

Night after night, you haunted him. Your laugh that he could listen to for hours, your lips that he could kiss for eternity, your voice that he considered a lullaby, and your face, he would argue with everyone that you had the most beautiful face known to mankind. These were only a small part of the neverending list of Five's reasons why he loved you in the first place.

He sometimes hallucinated. He sometimes heard your voice around his lonesome home. He always did say that a house isn't a home if you're not with him in it.

Five's siblings noticed, they noticed every little thing Five did after you were nowhere to be found. They noticed him calling out for your name in his sleep. They noticed him get increasingly grumpy, cold, and mean if that was even possible. Ever since your disappearance, he never smiled again.

As time passed on, he came to terms with it. Getting a fresh start in life, his powers were no longer there, and he got accustomed to the life he now had without you. He knew he had to move on. The ghost of your frame no longer haunted him. They no longer showed up in his dreams. Even if he wanted to see you again, he couldn't.

The air blew in Five's face, his hair flowing in different directions, the warm sunlight kissing his facial features as he walked down the sidewalks of the new world he lived in. He came to terms with the new world and got familiar with it day by day as he lived there. He looked down at his moving feet that were clad in brown leather-covered shoes, the aglets hitting the front of the shoe every time he took a step.

Suddenly, a pair of heels collided with his pair of shoes, taking him out of the trance he was in. He got ready to scold the person who bumped into him, even though he was the one who wasn't paying attention. Five's gaze shifted from his shoes to the person in front of him. Her back turned toward him, her hair disheveled from the wild wind and a phone in her hand, right next to her ear, talking to someone.

Five only coughed at the woman in front of him, oblivious to her environment. The woman then turned around, getting to see who coughed. Five couldn't breathe. Five couldn't breathe the moment he saw you again. Five was a confident man, an egotistical one at that, but when he saw your face for the first time again, you took his breath away.

He stared at her with his mouth agape, his body frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. His lungs were starting to hurt from how long he didn't take a breath. “Hello?” Her velvety voice made him fall in love with you, how every word that slipped from your tongue made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

“Hello? Is there a problem?” She knits her brows in confusion at the look he was giving her, waving her hand in front of his face, wanting to know what was wrong. The phone call she made was now long gone, figuring that it was a call that she'd make later.

His lungs hurt from not breathing, and his eyes hurt from tears wanting to leave. Her face was still as ethereal as before, her lips still looked kissable, and her eyes that he could still get lost in. He brought a hand up to her face, and she quickly backed away from the stranger wanting to touch her.

His face scrunched up in confusion at her actions. After many years of not seeing each other, she'd push him aside? He tried once more to touch her, but, alas, she pushed him away yet again.

“C'mon man, I don't know you. I don't think you should be touching me in any way whatsoever.” A confused expression decorated his face once more at her words. She couldn't forget him, after all she had been through with him, right?

Surely she wouldn't forget the times you were stuck with him and his dysfunctional family, saving the world from an inevitable apocalypse. Surely she wouldn't forget the times you, yourself, had to save his family members from trouble. Surely she wouldn't forget the neverending bickering he had with his family.

“You don't know me?” He slurred over his words, feeling his heart breaking into a million different pieces. If there was anything left.

“I don't know you at all. This is the first time I've seen you.” A hand on her hip, annoyed at the young-looking man in front of her.

His breathing was ragged, yet again, he couldn't breathe. He tried his best to not have a breakdown in public, in the middle of the sidewalk, in the busy streets that were filled with people. He brought his hands on the inside of his pockets as he looked down at his shoes, thinking of ways how this had happened. He also did not want you to see his disheveled state.

She looked at him in anticipation, wanting to see how this plays out. A stranger claimed that he knew you. Both hands were on her hip, glancing down to her watch if it was time for her meeting.

“Don't you remember anything?” A sorrowful expression adorned his face. She wanted to sympathize with him, she figured that she looked uncanny to the person he was referring to.

Her eyes glanced over his features, feeling slightly hurt for this man. “Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know you.” Her face mustered up a concerned expression.

His eyes wandered over to her face, then down to her body, observing what was new. He noticed how her hair color turned into a different shade, that was why he couldn't recognize her from the back. He noticed her attire, looking as if she was about to go to work or about to go back to work after a lunch break.

Extremely different from your style before, the last time he saw you. One of the happiest moments he had with you was on the very night Luther and Sloane had eloped. He could still recall the giggles that erupted from your mouth that night, laughing at everyone and everything after getting too much to drink.

“Where do you work?” He asks suddenly, after observing you.

“Excuse me?” She scoffed at his words.

“Where do you work?” He repeats once more, his tone much more intimidating.

She contemplated on whether to tell this stranger where she worked, where she was almost one forth of her day. “Why should I tell you? I don't even know your name.” Five sighed, she truly did not have any kind of memory with him whatsoever.

He wanted to scream, cry his heart out, but he couldn't. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. It was as if you were only a figment of his imagination, his existence wasn't known to her up until she met him for the first time. “Five.” As expected, a confused face adorned her face at the peculiar name.

“What a peculiar name.” He noticed her eyes glancing over to the wristwatch she had on, seeing as she was conscious of her time, presumably, she had a meeting of some sort.

“Where are you off to?” His head tilted over to the direction of the wristwatch.

“A meeting.” She took his hint, answering his question.

“May I join you?” It was unusual for a person she barely knew to come along with her. It was unusual for someone to come along. Five knew he was asking too much, but he wanted to, he needed to fill the emptiness he felt whenever he would look over to your side of the bed, empty and cold, waiting to be laid down on.

She paused for a moment, her eyes dancing along his features to see if there were any signs of seriousness, and there were. He was adamant and sincere about his request, you must've meant a lot to the man. If only she knew.

She sighed for a moment. “Okay.”

The first few moments of the trip to her workplace were awkward. It consisted of Five staring at her with evident love in his eyes and him making small talk or gushing about the love of his life that coincidentally had her name, face, and personality. He was certain that you and her were the same person, but if it was true, why did she have no memory of the life she had before?

His hand would occasionally brush on hers, and he has to remind himself that she was not the one he loved, even if it hurt to swallow. He wasn't used to her, at all. He was used to you clinging onto his arm for dear life just because you loved the warmth his body gave.

“It's very rude to stare.” Her voice slightly startled him, interrupting him from gazing at her face.

His eyes went back to the sidewalk in from of him, both of his hands pushing their way to his pockets. “Sorry. Force of habit. She looks just like you.” She pitied him. She pitied him for losing the love of his life at such a young age. Judging by his age, he was about a teenager. Who knew teenagers acted so grown up nowadays.

“Tell me about her.” She egged him on to continue. For some reason, he felt at ease when he was with her. It may be the fact that she looked identical to his past lover or the fact that he was still clinging onto that last piece of hope he had for her, praying that she'll stop and say that it was all just a prank.

“Well, for starters, she looks like you and acts like you.” Five looked at her up and down, she only nodded along at his words, showing him that even though she was walking, she was still listening to him. “Even the mannerisms, she used to put her hands on her hips a lot.” It baffled Five's mind as to why he was so open with her, not hesitating to talk about his lover.

“Sounds like a keeper.” She humorously winked toward his way. A blush quickly formed on Five's cheeks, he turned in the other direction so that she wouldn't see how flustered she made him. He still wasn't used to her being familiar but unfamiliar at the same time.

“She is.” He smiled at her, while she returned one. Even though it was strange for a person to claim that she looked and acted like their past lover, she can't help but sympathize with the young man.

Her eyes glanced over to the wristwatch, seeing as there's some time to spare to slow down a bit, she chit-chatted with him further. “How old are you anyway? You look young.” She asked him once she had seen the time on her watch.

A sigh left his lips. Whenever someone would ask him how old he was, he would answer the same thing every time. “A little over the legal age.” It was difficult to explain to people how he was a 50-year-old stuck inside a 13-year-old's body. They simply won't comprehend it.

“How many years you've been together?” By now, she was genuinely curious about the sappy love story, wanting to know more about him and his mystery wife that was identical to her.

“Many years. That's what I'll tell 'ya.” They did spend many years together, with each other through thick and thin, throughout the ruthless job they had. They were each other's anchors, in a way, they couldn't live without each other. Yet there he was, living without you.

One thing she noticed, is that he acted rather mature for his age. Her eyes panned over to the tall building in front of them, the building that she dedicated her life to for so many years. Five observed the building quietly, the letter 'H' in big bold lettering was plastered right across the very top.

“Here we are.” Her hands pointed over to the building, starting to walk up the countless stairs that were placed at the entrance. She conspired that it was for the employees of the building, to wake them up before going to work, being a form torture for them.

Five followed suit, also cursing the numerous flight of stared sprawled out in front of them. The cold air hit Five's face after pushing the doors open with his lanky arms, goosebumps traveled all across his body at the new temperature, contradicting the warm sunny air outside. He stopped a few steps inside the building lobby, observing it.

The yellow warm lighting hit the furniture perfectly, with not a single cold toned of furniture in sight. It was modern but homey and cozy at the same time. The lobby was filled with people, all in suits or dresses, ranging from short to long. It was evident that this company knew what they were doing. There wasn't a child in sight, all their parents were, of course.

There were hushed voices, a mere whisper if he'd get too far away from where the sound was coming from. Rich people adorned the place, with diamond necklaces hanging from their necks, expensive champagne in wine glasses in their hands, and their teeth as white as the pearls they bought for fun. Five didn't know exactly what her company did, but he was sure that people inside the building were as egotistical as him.

She looked over at Five who observed the place, then back to her wristwatch. “Actually, nice knowing you, Five. I need to go for that meeting.” She was already starting to walk away from the boy, not giving him time to answer as she was running late for the important, but boring meeting.

Five simply shrugged at the girl, making his way to one of the sofa chairs that was scattered all around the lobby. He sat down, hearing a few of his bones cracking at the action. He took one of the magazines that were placed on the coffee table in front of him, reading his heart away.

Nightfall came, more and more people left the lobby, and only a few employees were left inside the building. Five was still on the sofa chair he sat in earlier, waiting for her. He was sure that the meeting was already done, and she was only fixing up a few things but he was persistent. He wanted to see her before he left to go back into his lonely home.

A ding of the elevators interrupted his thoughts, causing him to look at where the sound came from. It was like this for many hours on end, his stomach rumbling as he hadn't eaten anything yet except for the meal he had earlier at Diego and Lila's place. Then came out her frame, her head lodged into her shoulder bag as she checked if there was something she accidentally left.

“Y/n.” Five called out to her. It was weird for him to call your name to another girl. He had always felt that your name only suited you. It rolled off his tongue perfectly in a way that he was bound to say it.

The girl named Y/n, who wasn't Five's Y/n, looked up to his voice. She was surprised to see him, after all, she'd already said her goodbyes to him earlier on. She figured Five had gone home after she said her goodbye. “Five? What are you doing here?” She stopped right in her tracks, in the middle of the lobby, halfway to where Five sat rather uncomfortably in his chair.

“I wanted to see you before you left.” His face softened at her state. She knew what he was doing. He was being in denial of the fact that his wife had already passed away. He was being in denial of the fact that she was not you.

Five is an intelligent man. More intelligent than all his siblings combined, but when it came to you, he was the dumbest man alive. If you asked him to do anything, he would do it in a heartbeat. He loved you, he loved you more than any word in the dictionary could describe.

Five used her as an escape from the sad reality he now lived in. He used the person who looked exactly like you and acted exactly like you, to fill the empty feeling in his heart that could only be filled by you. Yet even with her standing in front of him, with your face and all, she didn't exactly fill anything. She was only a vessel, a body that wasn't occupied with your memories.

Five understood that fact. That she can never be you, and that she will never be you. Five understood everything, but he had a hard time swallowing. Whenever she stared at her face, all he could think of was you. Whenever he gazed into her eyes, all he could think of was you.

He watched as she slowly walked toward him, a gentle expression on her face. Once she was faced to face with him, she brought a hand to his face. The first time he ever touched her. He leaned more into her touch, closing his eyes as he imagined that the person in front of him was you. Another hand was brought up to his face, her fingertips brushing across his forehead, combing the few stray hairs on his face.

He let his tears slip quietly, he finally let himself go, letting his tears flow down. The tears he tried his best to not slip ever since he saw her on the sidewalk. His hands wrapped around her hands tightly. She let him do whatever he wanted, it was the least she could do for her grieving acquaintance.

He felt his fingers brush over the tears, wiping them away as he opened his eyes. Revealing his green eyes that were as vibrant as an oak tree's leaves, they were slightly turning red due to the tears he let out. He watched her sympathetic expression as the tears poured out once more, not once had he made a sound, they poured out quietly.

“I'm not her, Five.” She took a pause, her hands warming up his face. “I will never be her.”

She pushed him toward the sofa chair he sat on earlier, placing her shoulder bag on the coffee table in front of them as she placed herself in front of Five's body that was now sitting down. Her hands made their way back to his face, the other employees and clients looking at them with judgmental looks.

“I don't know how to love you.” He pushed his face more into her hands as he listened to her speak. “It's not right for me to push myself onto you. It's disrespectful for her.” One of her hands raked along his black hair.

“Me and her, we're different people, Five. As much as I know you don't like hearing it.” By now, he leaned his head on her stomach, getting the comfort he needed. She didn't care if he stained her clothes that were all too expensive for her wallet, she wanted to help him as much as she possibly could.

Suddenly, Five stood up, embracing her in a tight hug. A hug that he longed for, a hug that he needed. And she let him, she let him do whatever that worked out for him. God knows he needed it.

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Seventeen Years

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five finds something in the back of his closet. Warnings: Canon trauma and PTSD Word Count: 1,014 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves & The Umbrella Academy

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A/N: So I got this off of a tumblr post I saw from @frozenwafflesagain and she very graciously allowed me to write a fanfiction about it! I just got this idea of Five in my head and then it wouldn't leave me alone. I hope that you all enjoy this little drabble and please remember, like all these fics, there's no editing! Thank you all for reading. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Five was sticky with blood as he stomped into his bedroom. He was pissed that he had to change again after trying so hard to just get what he needed figured out done so he could move onto the next step of his self-assigned plan. He didn’t want the Commission sticking their nose where it didn’t belong and yet they just couldn’t seem to help themselves.

He rucked off the vest and tossed in vaguely in the direction of his hamper as he made his way over to the wardrobe. He threw open the doors so that he could get another one of the infernal uniforms that he had had to wear now because it was the only thing he could find that would fit him. They were still hanging there like they had been a few hours prior, pressed and perfectly stitched by the robotic hand of their mother.

He grabbed one of them from the hanger, yanking it forward with the kind of petulant attitude that could only be created by an adolescent body and brain that was pumped full of hormones it didn’t understand yet. The anger that boiled inside of him was almost indescribable as he realized that he was yanking without it coming anywhere because it was stuck.

He threw the hanger down onto the ground and then dug into the back of his wardrobe to figure out what it was that was preventing him to get ready for his mission this time. He paused when he caught sight of the first shimmery piece of paper though, his hand fluttering in the air.

Five reached down and carefully picked up the item that the pantleg had been stuck on, settling back on his haunches. He lowered the box down into his lap as he processed what it was.

The wrapping paper was folded with perfect creases and the ribbon was still curled, though he could see where the scissors had caught on an uneven polymer. The little tag hanging off of the center where the ribbon met together underneath a bow said: To 5, From 2

This was purchased from before Diego had chosen, he realized as the air was stollen from his lungs. This was the present that he was supposed to get when they turned fourteen, the first October that he had spent in the apocalypse.

He collapsed on the baseboard of his wardrobe, pushing some of his shoes aside in the process so that he could fit. His fingers slipped underneath the tape that held the wrapping paper together, which was holding only because it had been shut out from the outside world for nearly seventeen years.

Inside was a plain looking book. When Five flipped it open, he saw that it was full of high quality graph paper that was all completely unmarked. The bottom even held a couple of lines in a square where notes about the day the equations were made and what they were could be written.

He turned around so that he was looking back into his wardrobe and noticed several more presents laid out. There were far more than there should have been for just the one year that he had been gone, but they were all wrapped with the signature traits that his siblings always wrapped things with and untouched.

He pulled them all out of the stack that they had been left in and tore them all open one by one. His arms couldn’t move fast enough as he reached for each new box and bag.

He didn’t notice the way that the pads of his fingers hurt from prying open taped shut cardboard boxes or running his fingers over the wrapping ribbon to get them off when he couldn’t figure out where they had been taped down. He didn’t notice the way that sobs forced their way out of his throat and into the open air of his ever unchanging bedroom with each gift that he pulled out and opened. He didn’t notice the way that tears streaked down his face and stained the front of a stuffed bear holding a knife or the front of a book by his favorite philosopher.

By the time that he finished opening each of the gifts that he had been squirreled away in the back of his closet, he had a mountain of wrapping paper, bows, ribbons, and tissue paper next to him along with an assortment of gifts to go along with them. There was a good deal of nice notebooks, ranging from the graph paper one he had opened from Diego to a set of six spiral bound ones in each of the siblings’ favorite colors. There was a handful of stuffed animals that were all strange enough that Five would have found them amusing enough to keep around. There was a set of beautiful fountain pens, as well as a thick block of chalk that he could use on his walls. He also had several books full of his favorite type of stories and studies, something that his siblings all knew he would enjoy.

They had intended to give him these gifts when he came back. They had been counting on the fact that he was still out there somewhere, waiting to make a big entrance and prove their father wrong. They had wanted him back every single birthday that they had lived at the house. That much he knew without reading the books. The existence of the books in general was enough to strip him of all the weariness that the apocalypse had caused him to gain, to make him feel rubbed raw.

He loved his siblings more than the entire world. He had dedicated his entire life to getting back to them so that he could save them, after all. They had all seemed so apathetic and wary towards him when he came back that he had resigned himself to doing it without their help or support. After finding this cache of love and loyalty, though, one thing was perfectly clear.

They had missed him.

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Closed Eyes (Please Open Them)

Five Hargreeves x GN!Comatose!Reader

Part Two of One Mistake (is All it Takes)

Summary: After Cha-Cha's attempt on your life, you are admitted to the hospital. You are alive, but you are far from okay. Five sits with you, refusing to leave. His only company is his own regrets.

Warnings: Angst, HEAVY angst, injuries, hospital and medical equipment, Five being sad

READER AND FIVE ARE 18+

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Five was shaking.

He was sitting in his room, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. A mug of something hot in between his numb fingers. He hasn't moved. Not since Diego had dragged him out of your apartment building a few hours ago.

Five was still in his bloody clothes, he was looking at the blood on his pants. It's yours. Your blood...you're blood on his clothes....your blood staining his skin....your blood all over the floor...all over you...everywhere....everywhere.....EVERYWHERE!!!

Five gasps as he finally snaps himself out of his shock-induced trance. He pants, letting the mug slip through his fingers, crashing onto the floor.

Someone comes rushing into the room. It's Vicktor, he gasps softly and kneels in front of Five.

"Five, hey look at me," he gently takes Five's hands, "Hey, it's Vicktor, can you hear me?"

Five slowly focuses on Vicktor, sighing, "Yeah,"

Vicktor looks at Five in sympathy, "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

Five nods numbly. Vicktor leads him to the bathroom.

"How is..." Five's voice cracks. He's scared to ask the question, "Are they...?"

Vicktor nods, "They're alive. Last we heard from the hospital, they went into surgery. We have to wait until they're done before we see them,"

Five nods, his breathing slowed a bit. You were alive. You were alive.

The relief slowly fades when the second part of Vicktor's sentence clicks into his mind.

Five swallows. You were not out of the danger zone yet.

Vicktor helps Five clean up and change clothes. After that, the family drives to the hospital.

Allison walks up to the desk, her brothers trailing behind her.

"Hey, we're looking for Y/N L/N,"

The nurse nods, "They just got out of surgery, it went well," The umbrella academy sighs in relief but the nurse looks at them sadly.

"Oh no, I know that look," Klaus says,

"What's wrong?" Luther asks,

The nurse sighs, she gesture for the family to follow them as they walk down the hallway.

"Y/N was brought to us in critical condition," she states, "Several stab wounds to the stomach and sides, bruised ribs, a bruised lung, and some trauma from being attacked or hit. They're body showed us signs of torture as well,"

Five's blood was boiling. The quick death he gave Cha-Cha was a reward compared to what he wished to do now.

The nurse stops at the door, "They lost too much blood on the way here and during surgery. They...fell into a coma,"

The Umbrella Academy gasped in horror. Ben and Allison cover their mouths with their hands. Luther and Klaus look down. Diego curses before putting a hand on Five's shoulder.

Five...looked crushed. The mask he normally wore around others shattered into pieces at those words. Tears filled his eyes as he gasps a bit.

"When will..." he takes a breath, "When will they wake up?"

The nurse shrugs, "We don't know. It's possible that they won't,"

Five chokes on a sob and blinks into the room. The nurse is startled but the others slowly open the door to peak inside.

Five is staring at your broken and battered body. Bandages were wrapped around your arms and fingers. Five could assume there were more covering your chest and legs. There was a few tan bandages on your face, covering smaller cuts.

There were so many different IVs and wires connected to you, each hooked up to a liquid or machine keeping you alive. You were on life support; a tube was down your throat, peaking out of the side of your mouth. You lips were closed limply around it. There oxygen tubes in your nose, helping you breath.

For a heart stopping moment Five realized those tubes could be the only thing making you breath. He stands, frozen, breathes coming quicker and quicker.

Then, to the shock of his family (sans Diego, who'd had seen Five earlier), Five bursts into sobs, rushing over to you.

He doesn't say anything at first. He just grabs your free hand and sobs loudly, gently moving some hair out of your face with a trembling hand.

"No..." He pleads, "No....please...."

Five collapses into a chair next to you. His legs no longer able to hold him. He buries his face into your stomach, gently wrapping his arms around you, and wails. Screaming his sorrow and pain into your hospital gown.

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Days ticked by, slowly turning into weeks. The doctors were loosing hope for your recovery, saying you most likely have gone brain dead.

Five wouldn't listen, he was by your side every hour. The doctors stopped trying to kick him out after he'd blinked into the room after visiting hours multiple times.

The doctors told him that talking to you might help. So, as he sits next to you, on day 18, he mumbles to you.

"Hey, baby. It's me. It's Five," he says, "I...I um...I hope you can hear me," Five sniffs, taking a pause, "I really do. So, whatever your dreaming about, I can be there with you,"

Five slowly covers your hand with his, "I have some good news," he laughs a little, "I should have told you ages ago...but...um...it's past April 1st.....we've stopped Doomsday,"

Five swallows, his throat was dry, "We learned about Viktor's powers. Apparently he was the bomb to end the world. But, uh, he's to worried about you right now,"

Five laughs humorlessly, "You've saved the world," he says, voice choked, "By nearly dying," he lets out another laugh, "You're a goddamn hero, Y/N,"

Five's laughter slowly dissolves into sobs, "God...I miss you so much," he murmurs, "So...so...fucking much! So much it hurts!"

Five tries to wipe his eyes, but the tears keep falling, "You've needed this rest, though," he admits, "You've been so overworked since I came back,"

Five buries his face in his free hand, "It's all my fault! I dragged you into this! I wasn't there for you when you needed it! I pushed you away! I said those horrible things to you!"

Five sobs brokenly, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Five desperately but gently squeezes your hand, "I've got you, I'm not letting go! I have your hand, your small lifeless hand," he hiccups slightly, "Oh god why is so lifeless!?"

He brushes some hair out of your face, sobbing and looking into your closed eyes, "Please wake up....please wake up,"

He lets his head drop onto your chest as he weeps. His hand ever letting go of yours.

The sound of your heart monitor beeping faster catches his attention, he gasps softly as he looks up.

"Baby?" he cups your face, "Y/N?"

You slowly wince due to the harsh light as it slowly filters into your awareness. Your eyes are not open yet but you can sense the brightness behind your closed lids,

You try to speak around the tube in your mouth, and then sigh in defeat when you can't. One would expect that you'd be panicking, but you had hear (most of) everything while unconscious. You had been aware that you were in a coma, and you had been aware of the tubes and wires attached to you (it caused a LOT of discomfort, thank you very much).

Five was in disbelief, gasping as he gently cups your face, "Y/N?"

Despite the harsh light, you slowly crack open your eyes to look at him. You smile as best you can.

Five laughs, this time it's a happy sound, and rushes forward to kiss your forehead, "Hey," he says, more tears coming to his eyes. You slowly reach up your heavy arm to brush the tears away and he cradles your arm against his face.

"You're okay, you're okay," he mumbles like a mantra, "I'm here...and you're here with me," he half sob, half laughs and looks up at you.

"Morning sleeping beauty," you give him a deadpan look at that line and he snickers wetly.

The doctors come rushing in a moment later. Once they get the tube out you turn to Five and breath,

"...bright," your voice is cracked and dry due the tube and lack of use. Five blinks to the light switch and flicks it off, earning a few glares from the doctors, he just maintains eye-contact until they turn back to you.

Once the doctors clear out, Five sits down next to you again, smiling from ear to ear. You try to sit up to hug him but he puts a hand on your shoulder,

"No, no, stay down. Stay down,"

You wince in pain and nod, laying back down. You cough a bit,

"...water?"

Five nods quickly, overwhelmed, and blinks to the cafeteria. He comes back with a water bottle. You hold out your hands for it and he reluctantly hands the bottle over,

"....bed,"

Five nods again and helps you raise the bed so you're sitting up more without moving your body. When if was safe to drink, you gulp down half the bottle before sighing.

With your throat feeling less like that The Atacama Desert, you turn to Five.

"Hey, baby," your voice was clearer but still weak, "Did you miss me?"

Five laughs brokenly, "Yes, yes I did," he leans forward and kisses you, "I'm so so sorry,"

You look at him, confused, "For what?"

Five looks at you in disbelief, "For everything!" he shouts, "Dragging you into my mess, not being there, pushing you away, saying those horrible things,"

"Five..." you try, but he isn't listening.

"For not protecting you, for letting my selfishness get the better of me. It's my fault your like this!"

"FIVE!" You cough roughly at raising your voice and Five feels another pang of guilt.

"What...happened....wasn't your fault," you say between pants, "We have a fight, yes. But who knew that Cha-Cha was going to be there? Not me, and certainly not you!"

"But..."

"No buts!" You snap, "I don't want to hear you wallow in self pity! I want you to be here with me, dammit! Okay?"

Five laughs, seeing that you were taking a page from his book with the harsh words, "Okay,"

He leans in again and you kiss. He holds you gently. You were here, in his arms, awake and alert. He was never letting you go again, not in a million years.

"So...I saved the world,"

"Oh, shut up,"

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HELLO EVERYONE! I hope you enjoyed this part two! There might be a very short, fluffy part three if anyone wants to see it! Again, hope you enjoyed.

Also, requests are still open! If you want you can send some ideas to me and I'll write them for ya!

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Venom — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Five and the Reader have hated each other for many years and nothing has ever changed that, but since Five has been spending so much time with Lila, the Reader are is extremely jealous. She always tries to ruin every time the two meet, but after a while, Five comes to understand where this anger that is bigger than usual comes from. And as much as the Reader is proud and would rather die than admit something, Five knows put she in her place.

Angst Prompts:

8. “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”

10. “Don’t touch me!”

12. “why do you keep bringing it up?”

15. “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.’’

21. “i can’t deal with you right now.”

29. “I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

36. “you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too.”

39. “i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”.

45. “Can you quit being emotional for five seconds?”

Smut Prompts:

17. “After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

20. “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

42. “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”

51. “What did you just say?’’

72. “Fuck you.”

Fluff Prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”,

21. “you’re not very intimidating.”

28. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Not.”

33. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

46. “it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “ i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.”,

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mention of murder/blood, angst, really jealousy, anger issues, REALLY HEAVY/ANGER smut, NSFW, dirty talk, degradation, but fluff and soft in the end.

Word count: 10K

A/N: omg that's a LOT of prompts and this fic is BIG GOSH HJDBJHDV. I merged the request since they had the same prompts and the same plot, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here !! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you ❤️

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Some people are born with a kind of savagery ingrained in their bloodstream. Something that makes you chase your goals with the tenacity and ferocity of a Lion. Something that pumps adrenaline into your veins faster than other people, almost like a powder keg always ready to explode, to destroy anything that stands between you and your purpose.

It was dangerous to have a temper ever so subtly balanced, constantly at peace armed just waiting for the first sign to unlock the gates of hell.

Five and you could very well be fitted into the profile of people who are born with this natural aggression. Five Hargreeves was no prince charming, loving and upstanding, and neither were you a maiden who needed to be saved by a man. In a fairy tale, you will be the fire-breathing dragon and Five would be the dark sorcerer.

You two were the villains of many stories. And neither both of you give a damn about it.

That must be why the Commission the two of you to work together. Because two killing machines cause more slaughter together than they do separately. And since they joined you two, the numbers of cases solved with a one-shot accuracy of 38 have increased by a number that left all the bosses with their jaws dropped.

Nobody was a match for the duo that everyone started to call “Death and Chaos”. Nobody got out alive if not to live, a trail was aways wiped out if you two were ordered to disappear with the bodies. All the most difficult and obscure cases were passed to the you two, and there was not one that not be resolved.

But such success at work didn't guarantee a good relationship between Hargreeves and you. Two extremely similar geniuses could result in nothing less that anarchy.

Five's plans were always very precise but your inability to resolve anything other than not on the basis of improvisation was an annoyance none of you could bear. Hargreeves thought before acted and you acted before thought. And that always resulted in endless fights and loud screams with curses and insults.

“Can't you just shut your fucking mouth before I rip your tongue out?!” Five spat out the words, green eyes blazing in a fiery rage that was aimed completely at you.

It wasn't your fault that you two be with a car broken down in the middle of nowhere. Torrential rain cascading furiously outside, the cold ricocheting off the shuttered windows, the furious splash of water splashing onto the bodywork.

“Are you forgetting that you were the one who crashed the car into that pole and this must have damaged the engine, asshole?!'' You growled.

“Chasing the target you missed!”

You wanted to scream that he only escaped because Five interfered in your fight with the target and you ended up missing the shot, just hitting the man's shoulder who immediately started running. In that second, you looked at Hargreeves in shock and anger, and Five snapped indignantly at your ingratitude.

“I didn't need your fucking help! I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.” Your voice was starting to rise in volume.

“The dude was triple your size, Y/N!” Five was extremely angry “If you ended up with any broken bones or dead, I would have to carry or bury your carcass, and I don't need your dirty, disgusting blood on my suit!''

“Fuck you!” You exploded, your gunpowder barrel destroying for the seventh time today. You were extremely exhausted, your body aching, your head throbbing. The moon found the peak in the sky and brought with it a heavy wave of weariness. There was no battery left in your system to deal with Five Fucking Hargreeves. "I can't deal with you right now!"

The gaze in his depths emerald green eyes changed from explosive annoyance to a visceral fury filled with hate and indignation.

“You know what?!” His voice was rough as sand in a wound. "You are right! I don't need to deal with you. I don't have to deal with all that fucking shit." He picked up the suitcase that was lying on the back seat of the car.“This shit is your fault so fix your mess youself! ”

Then, in a sour magic trick, the blue flash of his powers engulfed his enraged figure, vanishing any trace that would reveal the Five Hargreeves were once there. It took a second for you to convince yourself that he actually did it. But reality fell on your shoulders like a piano falling on top of someone in a cartoon.

“SON OF A BITCH.” You kicked the dashboard of the car, outrage coursing through your veins, the pain in your body crushing the muscles once more.

Your head fell into your blood-stained and rainwater hands, the light of the moon and stars being the only thing illuminating the darkness outside. In that moment, your hatred for Five was as palpable as the bruises on your dirty skin, your anger being the only thing keeping you conscious and away from the abyss of exhaustion. It wasn't like you expected anything different from a guy like him, you'd do the same yourself if you had that kind of power, but that didn't assuage your hatred for the whole situation he put you in.

However, after a few minutes, the adrenaline began to subside and the tiredness increased. The sound of the rain outside was now just a sound in the background, the furious whistling of the wind was no more than a breath to your blurry consciousness, and the abyss of exhaustion engulfed you like a rattlesnake in its final pounce. You passed out, deeply.

Maybe it took a few minutes, or a few hours, but you didn't notice when a blue flash materialized beside you, or notice the bright lights of the headlights of other cars advanced towards you.

Five Hargreeves hated you. With every cell in his body and whit every milliliter of warm blood coursing through his veins. He could be cruel, atrocious and selfish, but there was loyalty within his body scarred by so many fights. And as much as you had the ability to bring out the worst in him, Hargreeves wouldn't abandon a partner

There was a limit of anger and exasperation he could handle in a day, and you'd reached his quota. Five could have taken you with him when he disappeared in the flash to seek reinforcement from the Commission, but he was on edge and couldn't look at you anymore without a very strong feeling, that burn his throat from the inside out, come to the surface.

And, the truth was Hargreeves was afraid to find out what would happen if this mysterious feeling surfaced and took control, taking away all the self-control he'd built up his entire life.

There was something about you that scared him.

Something in the abyss of the depths of anger, hate and tantrum. There was something there, in the darkest corner of the dungeon of his soul, something that always flared up whenever Five looked at you.

And he didn't want to find out what it was.

The seasons changing whit time. In the blink of an eye, winter was already autumn, the snow was replaced by heat and, just like flowers bloomed with spring, something in your dynamic with Five also bloomed with each season. The weeks ranig fast and the years passed even more faster. And, as much as the hatred of each other, the screams and the anger, were still very present factors in the coexistence between the two of you, your strange relationship established itself in a routine that perpetuated itself with each change of season.

The job required you to be together twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, and this became more than just work. The coexistence forced by the missions for so long planted roots and bore fruit, always being with one person meant that there was no one else to talk to, spend time with, reveal secrets and... know like the back of your hand every alley of each other's souls.

There was no one else to talk to when a case stole the best of you, when killing a child was what made you cry in the car, with Five sitting next to you and his male hand resting gently on your back, in a gesture of solidarity.

There was no one else to drink with when exhaustion washed over Five and his powers needed time to recharge. There was no one else to comment on sarcastic observations of situations that only the two of you lived in missions.

So the coexistence between two arch-enemies became the coexistence of two colleagues who knew each other very well, and passed on to two friends who understood how the other worked. Soon, it was no longer difficult to be in the same environment. In fact, whenever one of you had to do something separate, deep down in the soul you two felt like getting back to your normal routine soon, for to be with someone who understood how each of you two work out.

That's how more years went by, the routine now as solid as the mountains on the horizon. And this remained in that way until one day. Until that fateful day.

You don't really know how it happened. You don't know if this was something you've been feeling for a long time. It was hard to connect with emotions when your job was to kill without scruples. But in anyway, when your bullet pierced another skull, when you sat in the same seat, in the same car, and wiped the blood off your hands like you always had for so many years, with Five in the same driver's seat, something inside of you changed.

You didn't want that job anymore. And it hit you like a hot desert wind.

You no longer wanted to kill, torture, bury bodies at four in the morning, leave one slaughter only to go to another the next day.

There would always be a new target to scratch off the map.There would always be more hot blood to be wiped off your hands. Was this how your whole life would be summed up? Killing? At that point, after so many years, you couldn't remember why you got into this job. Maybe it had to do with the money, maybe it had to do with the anger and hatred that a horrible childhood had resulted in, but whatever it was, it no longer made sense to you.

"What's it?" Five's voice, as intense as hot coffee, snapped you out of your reverie. "You seem very lost in thought."

You were no longer surprised at how easily he could unravel you. You did the same thing with him too. At this stage of coexistence, it no longer made sense to lie and hide things from Five. Not only would he know you're lying, but he'd know how to get the truth out of you without even asking this time. And, most of all, you trust him.

"I'm thinking about retiring." What an ironic phrase for a 27 year old girl to say.

It was in that second that you lifted your attention in Five's direction, finding the wide, breathtaking green eyes staring at you. Something very intense and conflicted was thundering in that sea of emeralds. As if a gray storm had chased away all the sun and light from the ocean.

Are something that, as much as you tried and as much as you knew he for so many years, you didn't know how to unravel what it was. Without you realizing it, your heart was racing, your breathing was blocked and now your hands were no longer cleaning the blood from your fingers.

Five Hargreeves said nothing. He just turned toward the steering wheel, started the ignition, and set the car in motion, heading toward the commission once more. Normally, at this point of conviviality, it was almost routine for the two of you to talking post-mission, sarcastic and witty remarks on the way to the Commission.

But this time there was no one voice for the entire ride. Silence reigned like an omen, hanging heavy in the air like a gray and black funeral, charged with very deep emotions. The intensity was tangible and could have been cut with a dagger, but you were focused on keeping your eyes on the landscape in your window to see his fingers gripping the steering wheel, the white color already taking over his slender fingertips.

And Five Hargreeves was too focused on looking at the road to notice your shaky breathing. Not realizing how much force he was puttin on the steering wheel, how much his heart was quivering in a way he'd never felt before. Even though he'd already taken this same route to the Commission dozens of times, this time something tasted different. The air felt different. This is the end.

The clouds outside began to close in a obscure shade of gray. The noise of the wheels running along the road was the only sound that hovered inside the four doors, for him it was like a chorus that precedes the condemned man's path to the gallows. A funeral orchestra of ruin. Five can't say why but, in that moment, as the world outside exploded in the same funereal colors that were painting his soul, he remembered his father's words: “Hold your breath and count to ten”.

In that very second, just as his father's hoarse, raspy voice evaporated into the air like mist in the sun, the clouds gave way to their weight, pouring a furious torrent of water into the world. The droplets fell onto the car like infinite marbles, and the color of the horizon became even darker. Maybe the color of the future too. As the sky's appearance turned almost apocalyptic with each car's advance, Five found no motivation in the whole body to care, to care if the storm would knock down trees in its path, blow off the roofs of houses, become a tornado. He didn't care.

Let the sky fall.

Not a word was said when the car parked at the commission, not a word was said as each went to their apartment, and not a word was said as night fell and the rain grew heavier. It was like a wall had gone up between Five and you all over again. Like the same as years ago. But now loaded with more emotions, not just hate.

You couldn't tell how you were. Not whit what you was felling. Is been so long that you have a routine that you couldn't say how to live your life without Five. You didn't want to live life without him. That was the only certainty you had.

The next day, while you were in the commission's file room looking for the profile of a possible target your boss asked you for, the retirement request still forming in your brain, the noise of a familiar blue flash echoed beside you.

“Five!’’ You gasp in shock, your suit tie now feeling too tight. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be picking up the new briefcase in the construction sector?''

“Y/n.” Only this. Just the way your name left his red lips like an incantation, the key to your secrets. No matter how many years passed, the way he said your name always made you feel strange things. “Are you still going to retire?”

That caught you off guard. Almost as if the sky turned red. You didn't expect him to broach the subject. You knew the guy, maybe at most he would give you god with a pat on the back and slam the door behind you as soon as you left the commission.

“I…” you took a deeper breath, letting your shoulders slump. “Yes, I think so.”

How would you live if you never heard that voice say your name again?

Five was silent once more. This time, his gaze was lost somewhere in the room. The six-foot-tall perfectly straight stance, the body of a guy 28-year-old's body exuding that cologne that always made your breath miss somewhere. His hands were tucked into the bottom of his dress pants, so you didn't know his fingers were squeezing his palms tightly.

It was then that he lowered his eyes in your direction. That sea of green deeply staring into every corner of your soul. There were secrets in that look. Secrets you want him to tell you.

Something inside you snapped at that moment. An electric current invading your body from head to toe. You'd already done a lot of things in your life, many of them devastated you, but in that little second, you knew that, whatever he was going to tell you, this is gonna take your down.

You were afraid that Five could hear your heartbeat. Because you could hear.

But as much as Five was feeling his throat on fire, his hands itching and something screaming that he might die if he didn't do anything, he couldn't find the words to tell you what was on his soul. He didn't know how to say that he couldn't imagine days when he didn't get mad at you, nights when you didn't complain about the cold and how annoying he was.

Hargreeves would rather you yell at him than never hear your voice again. You were a drug that, after so many years, he couldn't let go.

It was inconceivable to drive that car if you weren't in the passenger seat. He always knew there was the possibility for you to leave this life. Leave that job. Leave him. But the truth was he wasn't ready for that to happen. Maybe he never was.

Five didn't know how to tell that he spent the night awake doing math equations to find the coordinates to get back to his reality. Not for him. But because…maybe, just maybe, if he showed you a new adventure, you'd agree to go with him.

Stay a few more years by his side. Maybe enough years until when you realize that you're already old and that you can't remember a life when the two of you weren't together.

Hargreeves would never make you stay in a job you were unhappy in, let alone one that requires killing. But he could give you a new offer. And maybe he could mask the need to have you on his side with the excuse that he would be leaving anyway. And if he wasn't by your side too, you could end up dead in any ditch, and he wouldn't soil his suit with your blood carrying your body or spend time going to your funeral.

When Five finally managed to tell you that he was leaving and that you could go with him - in a very not a eloquent way, that didn't show any romantic connotation or intentions at all - he was surprised when you accepted.

You didn't show any sentimentality either, saying that even if the downside of the situation was having to to deal with him any longer, you couldn't deny one adventure. Even more if it meant becoming a rebel and turning your back on the commission in a very disreputable way, since you couldn't ask for retirement now that Five was leaving tomorrow.

Hargreeves knew you liked reckless and orchestrated things right away, and maybe he was also counting on that motivating you to agree to go with him.

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” you barked at him.

"I say this. And i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive."

That moment in the file room was one of the few situations where the two of you were soft on each other. And as soon as the chance of separation didn't hover over yours heads, the fights, anger and irritation returned with overwhelming force. Maybe because, in a very strange way, that was the normal for the two of you. That was you two comfort zone.

And that's how things unfolded. That's how you followed Five through dimensions, through his family dramas, through the second apocalypse. And that's how you ended up here, arms folded on the Elliot´s couch, which you've recently begun to think is stupid, imprisoned in 1963 - a stupid time when it really always pissed you off more than usual. - Having to face Lila's stupid face because she was sitting on the other stupid couch in front of you

It didn't help that stupid Five was too busy explaining his plan to Lila one more time.

What a fucking stupid situation.

You don't know why you were in such a bad mood. And you've always been known to have an explosive personality, so being angrier than usual meant you was unbearable now.

Everything in your temper started to get worse the second Five returned to Morty's television with Diego and Lila. His brother didn't bother you, in fact you even found him pleasant. What got on your nerves was that girl who made you want to commit a murder all over again. Her voice irritated you, her big eyes made you want to break something, and the way she paid so much attention to Five, as if he were an heady snake enchanted by a skilled sorcerer, awakened a destructive sense you thought you didn't have more.

This situation was so fucking ridiculous. For God's sake, you were a grown woman. Extremely dangerous, categorized as the Commission's top assassin. How the hell were you in such a childish position? Seething whenever that girl silently looked at Five.

God, you wanted to gouge out those eyes.

It didn't help that she looked like an princess. And, as much as you look at yourself and brag about having boobs so much bigger than hers, she is very pretty and you can't help but be annoyed that you're giving vent to the female rivalry you've always hated.

What the fucking damn hell. You hated that girl.

"But what if your guys can't find your dad or if he doesn't help solve this crazy timeline you just said?" Her voice asking the same question again was the trigger.

“Can't you think for yourself or do you just like to have everything in hand?” You said, arms crossed, one leg on top of the other and the look on fire.

Five looked at you. “It’s a valid question.”

Oh he wouldn't defend her.

“For those who don’t have half a brain, that’s for sure.”

Now you had his full attention. “I've gotten used to your damn bad mood, but you're an extremely pain in the ass these days. Have you ever tried passion fruit juice?"

“Have you tried to go fuck yourself?” You retorted.

“Sure would be better than fucking you”

“I don’t know, Five, that friend of yours on the Commission seemed to like it a lot”

You can tell when his eyes were bloodshot with liquid anger, and it got even worse when Diego tried to stifle his laughter. As much as you were bluffing, Five didn't know that, and that's why things was so more interesting.

“Can you quit being emotional for five seconds? and stop to disturb my fucking explanation?”

Oh you who was in his way? Not the dumb girl in front of him? If he was so stupid that he realized that girl was wanting his attention, you weren't going to be like a fucking audience watching that.

“Fuck you.” You got up from the couch, grabbing your jacket from the chair and walking past Elliot as he came back with some snacks.

You slammed the door behind you, leaving four people silent in the room.

“Is the pretty girl leaving already?” Elliot asked in all his innocence, his pure intention just an annoyance to Five more.

The green-eyed Hargreeves stood up, huffing a curse as he disappeared in the blue flash, going to look for you. He found coming down the last flight of stairs, stopping on a step below you.

“What the fuck was that?!”

"What?!"

"Don't play dumb whit me, you know I'm referring to that little tantrum scene upstairs!"

“I didn't throw a tantrum, your asshole! Only that girl's stupidity was driving me crazy!'' You gestured with your hands, and when he went to retort you cut him off immediately "You feel the same as I know! I worked for years by your side, I've seen you yelling at someone for less than what she were doing."

“And what the fuck does it matter now?! I don't have TIME to deal with her mistakes if she don't understand the fucking plan. This time it's not targets or a stupid mission at stake, Y/N, it's the fucking end of the world! So if I have to answer a stupid question twice just to avoid a catastrophe, I'm fucking fine with that!''

Was an understatement to say that this time your entire body burned with rage. Your eyes fluttered slightly in an uncontrollable tic that came whenever you were extremely angry. And Five was surprised by the magnitude of your reaction. Of course he knew you had a quick temper, he had the same thing himself, but it wasn't normal for you to get so annoyed over some girl's questions.

“Don't raise your fucking voice at me! I'm not that girl upstairs who will be silent and listening everything you have to say!"

“Why do you keep bringing it up? You never did it anyway! If I remember correctly, the last few years have been full of fights because you don't listen to me!" His voice didn't lower, but you expected it to happen anyway. “If only you were like her and listened to me, things would be so much easier!”

That was like a slap. Burning, right in the center of the cheek, the type that burns from the inside out. And Five realized he'd gone to far.

Anger easily turned to hate in your eyes, and something inside of you exploded into a mixture of hurt, rancor and sadness. Who was he thinking he was?! Did he think he was going to say any shit to you and you'd be quiet like a dog?! You didn't need him, you didn't need him in your timeline, and you didn't need him in this one either.

"So why don't you go make plans with your new toy and stay the fuck away from me?!" You cleared space between his body and the wall to pass, but the male hand gripped your wrist with the same precision he used to hold a gun.

‘Y/n, i…”

“Don't touch me! Fuck!” You pulled hard on your wrist, releasing any skin contact that connects the two of you. “If you value someone as much as she does, why don't you go there and enjoy it?! Do you think I need to stay here?! Whit you?! Seeing that damn scene?!'' You slashed with the same venom he poured on you, both blinded by rage. “I don't fucking need you! I got by just fine before you came along and I'll get by without you!"

"For God's sake! You know that's not what fucking I meant!" The glint of regret on the green sea gave way once more to angry waves. “And you can stop acting like you don't want to be here, because we both know you came here of your own free will fuck! I swear to god sometimes you are worse than any drama my brothers cause, i can barely think when you have your explosions!"

“You just go back upstairs damn! What the hell are you doing here then?!” You made a rude gesture with your hand to indicate upstairs. “Go back to your new toy!”

“ I swear to god you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too! I can't believe I actually asked you to come with me! I should have let you have your fucking retirement.”

Your air is gone. And if you had been slapped before, that was a punch in the stomach. “You're not worth my time, Hargreeves.” Was the only thing you managed to say, because the burning in your eyes was starting to be impossible to contain.

“Y/n…''

"No" Your voice was filled with a seriousness that made you shiver. “I can’t have this argument with you again”

"but-"

"No. i'm done."

You walked the rest of the steps down the stairs in a rage, swearing you'd kill that son of a bitch if he came after you one more time. There was a limit to your patience, and you'd already maxed out that day. But somehow, deep down, you knew he wouldn't come back.

You knew him too well to know that, and he knew you too well to know when you'd really reached the edge.

Neither of you two knew how this situation got this far. Nor at what moment did the normal of you two dynamics pass into the realm of real anger and discussion. The words came out as quickly as two gunpowder bombs explode on contact with the fire.

But, whether in hate or love, Five Hargreeves cared about you. Even knowing that you killed countless really dangerous figures, whole groups of big men, he couldn't help but feel a huge discomfort for you walking the streets alone at night, even more so in the year 1963. A time full of homophobia, machismo, racism, persecution and oppression. Full of shitty people with even more shitty principles who were willing to get into a fight if they didn't have their opinions accepted, and you weren't the type to shut up.

Not to mention the end of the world hitting the 10-day hourglass.

So when three days had passed and he hadn't heard from you, Five's feelings and worries spoke louder than any resentment or rancor over some stupid fight.

That was always one of the beauties of his strange relationship with you. It didn't matter how bad each other's tempers were, how shitty a situation or a fight. You two was always accepted by each other. Without requiring changes. You accepted his mood and he accepted yours. Nobody demanded anything, because nobody saw fault with each other. That was who you two were, and the truth was that you loved and accepted each other in any form. Fights have always been normal, even more so with the two of you, but no one has ever demanded that one change his essence, be more sympathetic or less sarcastic.

Five Hargreeves didn't have time to take care of any situation Lila would ruin if she didn't understand the plan, but he did have time to look for you from corner to corner of that town. It doesn't matter how many days it took. In his weird way, Five put you in a very different kind of priority than anything he'd ever been through in his life. Family, work, obligations.

It wasn't the first time he'd dropped everything to go after you. And he prayed it wouldn't be the last.

But ,somehow this situation felt different. The air looked the same way in the car that day you said you were going to retire. That realization raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

In the end, was a gift from some deity or fate, Five didn't take long to find you. In a hotel. A long way from where Elliot's house was. He didn't even have to ask which room you were in.

You always picked number five, ironically.

A blue flash flashed inside your room, materializing the man you'd been thinking about so much the last few days.

'Five!' Your heart leapt in your chest, your hands gripping the towel in front of your naked bodie.

To you, it seemed more like a diabolical trick of fate.

If honesty was needed at this point, you'd have to confirm that you were getting ready to find Five. The emotions inside you being clouded by the oppressive weight of missing. In those three days, you remembered why you agreed to follow Five. Why did you give up retirement. Why you became a defector.

Because it was no longer possible to live without him.

And that made you even more miserable and unhappy. Because, for the first time, you were truly sorry for all the horrible things you'd said to him. Because most of what you said was a lie.

You regretted freaking out like that just because was jealous. Jealous that that girl was looking at him with… with the same look you looked at him. And if you need to be honest one more time, you were terrified of him looking at her the same way —or rather— that he looked at you.

Of course all that didn't justify your freak out, and as much as you'd never been so jealous before in so many years, it still wasn't something to accept. But regardless of what part of you is regretting, things wouldn't be decided if he wasn't regretting the things he said too.

Five Hargreeves liked to think he was always ready for anything. For any situation. But nothing could have prepared him for the way relief and missing exploded through his shoulders the second he laid eyes on you. He had forgotten how your image was the only thing that brought him peace. Hargreeves said nothing as he closed the distance between the two of you, letting the relief in his eyes say the words he couldn't say.

The masculine arms, chilled by the cold out side, enfolded you in an urgent hug. Desperate, sloppy. The type that tightens rather than comforts. Five held you like you were going to disappear. And maybe the fear of losing you was still hovering in his head since you announced your retirement.

"I don't regret anything involving you." It was the only thing his voice, rough as crushed coffee beans, could manage to say. His nose sunk into your wet hair, that smelled like lavender, happiness and home.

The chaos in his mind made him not realize the state you were in. The heat of the hot water on your skin, your hands still holding the towel or else you'd end up naked. But even if that cloth obstructed your actions, there was nothing to stop your words.

"It was a lie when I said I didn't need you"

His elegant face, with strands of midnight black falling lightly through his brows, came out of hiding to look into your eyes. Those deep green irises that made you forget your own name, but you would never forget his name.

This time, there was something new in the green expanse, something…overwhelming. Hot, needy, dangerous. There was a heat inside his eyes that you could feel on your skin. Like an omen. here was something different in the air in that second. Some unspoken confession, some invisible boundary crossed. Something that made the atmosphere more muffled, the breathing heavier.

It had been so many years that something hungry had been lurking, like a demon in the dark, at the very core of both of your souls. The same visceral thing Five always felt every time he looked at you. And that over the years that thing only become more hungry, anxious, selfish and angry.

There were days when Five wondered if could touch your skin gently, lovingly. Because that sensation was gaining a lot of space in his body and now, if he touched you, he didn't know if he wouldn't devour you aggressively instead of tasting you masterfully.

Staying away has always been the best option. Especially when you irritated Five to the point where he wanted to punish you in a variety of different ways and positions. Shut your mouth in many ways.

But this time, instead of controlling the leering eyes in your direction, nothing stopped Five from looking down your nearly naked body, devouring every line that existed in you, every drop of water that marked your hot skin. He always knew you were a temptation to his sanity. Your body always made him want to teach you different lessons than fighting and arguin.

He blew it out through his nose, hot, heavy, full of troubled emotions, and that air hit his steam-moistened lips.

There's always been an unspoken air between the two of you, an unspoken mutual lust, almost as if you two've spent all those years playing cat and mouse. Seeing who is won first.

Hargreeves wanna touch you so fucking much that itched his bones.

"You are so quiet." You whispered, that low, devilish voice that always made him bite his teeth. " What you thinking?"

It was always so wrong. So tempting. You were his partner. His enemy.

"I can scare you if I talk."

It sent a shiver down your spine and spread between your legs, making your thighs warm and the air more heavier.

“Try me.” You have decided to break a line that has long existed between you. "I don't scare easily."

Five was tired of your smart mouth. Your biting answers, your wit, and your constant need to always act like a brat. You'd been teasing him for years, pushing him to the edge, to the end of the parapet. And he's been imagining a thousand different ways to enforce control over you for years.

He still felt himself holding onto something. Perhaps on the same thread of sanity he'd been holding onto for so many years, which was growing thinner, more fragile.

But it was at that exact moment that you smiled.

Not the same smile you gave so often. Not an ironic, happy, mocking, or wistful.

It was a fiery smile, full of hellfire. A smile that made your features darken, your lips more sinful, and lust could be seen burning like a blazing fire in the world of your eyes.

At that moment, the wire snapped.

Hargreeves took your chin between his fingers in a tight grip, lifting your gaze until met his appositely. He brought your lips to his, with a hunter's slowness.

“I wanna to break you.” His words blew into your parted mouth, like cigarette smoke. “I wanna to hurt you. I wanna to hear my name from your fucking mouth. In screams so loud the neighbors will wonder if you're okay."

The only sound in the room was your intense heartbeat. You could no longer tell if you were still breathing. But you can said that the bedroom light has dimmed to a sultry, warm red.

Your lips trembled in a silent plea to be kissed. Tamed, broken.

“I wanna fuck you.” Five pulled you more closer to him, the grip on your chin still tight as iron. “but if i do it, i'm gonna kill you.”

It was at that moment that your hands turned to jelly, the towel dropping to the floor, the heat in your body exploding like fireworks. You could feel the arousal oozing from your pussy, staining inner thighs. Five growled loudly as he lowered his eyes, capturing your big boobs,your hard, prickly nipples for him. His gaze darted to your tiny waist, and stopped at the wetness that pooled at the tops of your thighs.

“Are you dripping already?” He returned his attention to your eyes, his body coming closer until the material of his shirt prickled your hot skin. “Just imagining how aggressively I can fuck you?”

His grip on your chin tightened, and you couldn't take your eyes off him, even as one of his hands went to your left breast, squeezing the flesh with a force that would have left the imprint of his fingers.

“I won't be gentle with you. “He warned. "Not when you've been teasing me for so many years, not when I've fucked so many whores thinking about fucking you."

You moaned this time. "I dont care."

“How are you behaving.” Five scoffed, the hot flesh of his lips brushing yours. “Did it take a fucking girl to flirt with me for you to be so obedient?”

He saw the lust mix with the anger in yours eyes. Eyes that aways drove him insane.

“What did you just say? Did you know then you motherfucker.”

“Of course, i not stupid.” He smirked mockingly.

“Then why the hell…”

“Because I wanted to see you confess.”

Hargreeves kissed you. Deeply. The kind of kiss a man shouldn't give a woman. The kind that ravages yours every thought, that annihilates all notions of pleasure, of desire, of lust. Five didn't kiss you, he stole your soul, swallowed your reasoning, nailed his name to your chest. Everything in the room exploded in shades of red, crimson. In muffled sensations, broken moans, heavy breaths.

Suddenly, Five's hands were all over the place. Exploring, squeezing, marking as property. He devoured you. And you wanted to be devoured.

“F-five” you whimpered as he slapped your ass, climbing onto your back in territorial grips.

"I'm always so damn busy dealing with you, lusting you, arguing with you, for to care about some girl's flirtation." His sharp teeth nibbled your bottom lip, both breaths heavy. “I’ve waited for this moment for a fucking long time.”

Your hands went to the back of his neck, squeezing the blacks hair, shutting his mouth with a kiss that was so desperate it was pitiful. Begging him to claim you, mark you, break you. You were offering everything to Five on a golden platter. Your body, your heart, your soul. Every bit of what it meant to be you. And he would welcome everything.

Hargreeves parted yours lips, a thread of hot saliva connecting the two of you for a second before disappearing into the void, only for him to plunge his mouth into yours breasts. His tongue licking each piece of flesh, sucking on the hardened nipple, moving on to the next and leaving a trail of bites and dark hickeys. Trademarks, property signs.

Five could no longer control himself. He lowered his hands to your legs, hooking and pulling you up. Your thighs hugged his waist, pulling him as close as possible. The room was filled with moans, gasps and growls, sounds that sent waves of arousal to your pussy and made your core throb with more and more desperation.

He turned you around in the bedroom, refusing to lift his face from your breasts even as he headed toward the bed, sucking the battered nipple like it was a fucking good toy. You mind whirled, clouded by sensations you never thought possible, sending any other priority into space.

Five slapped your back on the soft mattress, disconnecting his mouth from you and taking a full look at your entire body. His breathing was loud and aggressive, his clothes rumpled and his dark hair a complete mess. You weren't intimidated by his gaze in your naked body. In fact, you felt powerful like a goddess, sensual like a sin. And Five bit his lip at this, his arousal increasing aggressively.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" He slammed his open palm against the side of your thigh, taking the time to rip off his suit, shirt, and tie until he reconnected yours lips in an even fiercer kiss.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice came out as a broken whimper, a mixture of pleading, crying, and groaning.

Five Hargreeves were too much for your nervous system.

“Oh you poor thing” He scoffed, analyzing your hair. “Do you so badly need my cock like that?”

You squirmed on the bed, his hot body pressed against yours, his very masculine chest pressed to your breasts full of marks, hickeys and spiky spittle. Five had barely touched you and you were already a crying mess.

“Y-yes” you cried as he shifted his pelvis into yours, just a millimeter, a taste of his size. "please. I ne-need you to fuck me so badly!”

“You want that i fuck you stupid?” over a busy pelvis, hands having squeezing everywhere.

“Ye-yes!”

Hargreeves took the time to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. But this time, when he came back to you, he didn't bring his lips to yours.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

He ordered. And as soon as you did the ordering, Five tucked the belt into your mouth, making sure the material stood in horizontal between yours teeth, like a gag.

"If that damn thing falls out of your mouth while I fuck you, I swear I'll stop in the same fucking second."

You ground your teeth hard against the leather, your eyes flecked with tears of agony and anticipation, your body shifting impatiently. Five aggressively opened yours knees, growling loudly when he saw your soaking pussy, the sound only making your core throb even more.

“I want to eat you so bad. “He wouldn't look into your eyes. "But I need to get inside you today."

This time the green irises, now completely dark, looked deep into yours eyes. Making sure left a tattoo of his name on your soul. “The only thing you'll feel in that dirty pussy is my cock. After so many years of teasing, you don't deserve my fingers or my mouth to prepare you today.”

He leaned under you once more, wrapping his arm around your waist and squeezing you tightly, the other hand went to his own cock, using the red, swollen head and leaking, in yours weeping lips.

You let out a loud groan, throwing your head back and grinding your hips against his cock.

“I know, little thing. You really need me to fuck you stupid” He teased, the cretin, establishing his eternal dominance in you. Letting out all the frustration of years.

Five raised her eyes to yours, his face completely serious and contorted from the Herculean effort he was making not to get into you.

“Do you know how much I've been imagining this?” He breathed against you “Wanting to see you like this, completely desperate and silent and perfect for me. A dirty fucking mess just because you want my cock so badly.”

A plea came from yours lips, yours hands digging their nails into his toned, ample back, scarred from struggles and missions that took work. Marks that you were together he won each one.

“You better tighten that belt tight.” his mouth lowered to your ear "Because I'm going to break you."

Then Hargreeves entered you. Completely. In one move. Making you swallow every inch of him, drooling around his fat cock. Just like he warned you before, you loud his name. Your head thrown back, nails digging into his broad shoulders, your legs too wobbly to wrap around his waist. Five moan in a very high volume, bringing his mouth to your shoulder to discount the insane pleasure that he was feeling, biting you so hard it might make you scar. But the only thing you could think of was that he was too thick, too fat, filling every space in you and still fighting for more.

Hargreeves began to fuck you at an aggressive, raw, savage, primal. He fucked you with the hunger of a beast, of an enraged man. With each thrust, his head slammed deeper into you, as if trying to carve his own way, demanding more.

Screams, groans and the raw sounds of bodies colliding invaded the room, perhaps the entire floor. You tightened the belt like your life depended on it, and Five fucked you like the bottom of you could contain the absorption for all his sins. He tightened his arm around you, using his free hand to find balance on the mattress and momentum to increase the force of the thrusts even more. Beating inside you with force, hunger and urgency. It was as if Five wanted to devour you.

He connected his lips to yours, prevented from fully kissing only because of the belt. But that didn't stop Five from pulling his lips even more, mumbling against your mouth, cursing that you had such damn fucking good a pussy, who sucked he so desperately. With each degradation the knot inside you grew bigger, your mind became more cloudy, your reason was lost, and the only thing you could feel was his cock thrusting hard.

“Oh, are you going to cum yet?” He scoffed cruelly, only for his mocking tone to fade and give way to a serious, aggressive, bossy intonation.“You. fucking. not.”

That was enough to snap you out of your trance, looking at him in a mixture of bewilderment, desperation and pleasure. You cried a completely messed up please, your breasts bouncing with the force he buried his cock deep into you.

“Fucking not” Five growled once more. “After that little stunt? you're not getting off that easy”

You closed your eyes in utter annoyance, the moans still coming out as pathetic whimpers, the pussy drooling and forming a fat white ring around his cock, his swollen head always hitting just the right spot.

“Hold the belt tighter.” He ordered, bringing your body up with his arm closer to him, pulling her waist back toward him, biting his teeth with a force he barely knew he had.

You made a muttering that sounded like mockery, and he knew you too well to not have to hear a phase clearly to know what you meant. Always a brat who gets annoyed when you doesn't get what you wants. But this time, you'd given Five free rein to take out his annoyance on you. And he would use that.

His free palm landed on your left cheek in a smacking slap. You let out a loud groan, your hands going up his arms, holding on to Five like a mooring at sea.

“You'd better watch your fucking mouth. Did I Stutter? Do as you’re told!”

You obeyed without hesitation. Gritting yours teeth into the now completely ruined leather with bites and drool. It was getting harder and harder to hold the orgasm, and Five's slap only served as fuel to take you to the edge of pleasure, of delirium.

You had lusted after that for so many years, dreamed of him fucking you with the aggression you knew he had.

Five rewarded your obedience with his mouth returning to your nipple, sucking on the battered nipple and drawing a cry of over-stimulation from you.

"You can cum now."

He allowed, his own movements becoming sloppy, his moans and gasps getting louder. He wasn't going to last that long anymore, the insane pleasure crushing whatever train of thought he had, sending any phrase to hell. The moment Five felt your walls tighten absurdly around his cock, sending maddening waves through his nervous system, he cum with you, unable to stop it any longer. Hargreeves came in long, hot jets, filling every inch of you. The fat head sunk perfectly into your cervix, the sperm spurting right at the entrance to your uterus. The sensation made you feel extremely full, stuffed and totally satisfied.

Five gave you a few minutes to come down from the climax, removing the belt from your mouth, now with tender, loving touches.

"You did so well, babe." He praised you, his thumb brushing your cheek, yours eyes barely able to stay open.

You don't remember very well the seconds that passed, but you felt like Five gave you another hot bath, tucked you into his shirt and lay down beside you on the bed. Bringing your body close to his, massaging your neck with his thumb.

“That was wild” You finally felt more refreshed to speak again.

Five pulling you closer. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you."

"I liked." You whispered, your face buried in his warm, strong chest that made you feel like nothing bad could get you there. Not even the apocalypse. “Of course this isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you that day.”

This time his laugh was loud, half hoarse and. Your sense of humor was always a delight to Five, you always found the weirdest things to say and the weirdest comments, and he loved it. The truth was, you were an aphrodisiac for Five Hargreeves.

“Are you still mad at me?” your head didn't leave his chest.

"I've never really been." Five wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket closer to you, snuggling you. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

You pressing yourself closer to him.

"I shouldn't have said those things to you." His voice was soft and loving and caring. "I'm really sorry."

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass…” your voice whispered softly, muffled by his chest.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

You both laughed, hugging each other even more. Five lowered his mouth to your forehead, placing a soft kiss on your warm skin.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you let go, and Five agreed.

“You're not very intimidating. Even when was screaming. It's actually quite funny.”

“Oh God, what am I going to do with you, little thing?” He gently pulled your head out of hiding, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Bear me. Just like I've put up with you for years. Cute."

“Are you flirting with me?” Hargreeves eyed you suspiciously.

“You noticed finally?”

You two lost yourself in laughter. And Five whispered an 'I love you too' into your ear before the two of you fell into a deep sleep.

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Out of Time

Five Hargreeves x gn!Reader - 8.7k words

Warnings: season 3 episode 4 spoilers, death, swearing, five breaking down

Summary: Five was familiar with the merciless pace time kept, and he could only run that far until his past and future catches up to him, threatening to break him into irreparable pieces.

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A/n: yeah, this is basically just a rewrite of episode 4 with added commission lore and a ton of angst<3 reader here is a former assassin of the commission who was partnered up with Five for the years he worked there. I also didn’t plan it to be this long my god- but the episode was really fun and I just loved the dynamic of Five meeting himself and how the reader could possibly alter or affect it. Enjoy and please leave comments<3

Cold. That was all you felt as you felt your atoms materialize into reality. It was akin to being dumped with a bucket of ice water, which wasn’t far off from falling face first into a pile of snow. You stumbled into the fresh snow, hitting the ground underneath with your knees as you quickly pulled yourself up to be greeted with a field of snow. You squinted your eyes, trying to shield them from the harsh merciless blizzard. Where the fuck were you?

Through the frigid air blowing through your hair and into your ears, you heard the soft crunch of snow behind you, two sets of feet, two people. You forced yourself to turn around and meet Five and Lila, the former clutching the suitcase disoriented.

Beside you, Five and Lila fell into the snow with as much grace as a newborn giraffe. Five opened his eyes to his surroundings and anger flooded his veins, a stark contrast to the cold snowflakes on his suit. He knew this was a bad idea, first getting electrocuted and losing the first suitcase and now teleporting to the middle of the arctic with the second? Not even to mention that he brought you into this entire mess, guaranteeing your death in this frozen wasteland.

“Oh, brilliant idea, Lila, welcome to the Ice Age!” Five exclaimed sarcastically, his hands motioned to the snow-capped trees in the distance.

Lila ignored Five and wrapped her olive-green jacket around her tighter to preserve warmth. She turned to lean over her shoulder, finding the grand commission building frozen and crumbling. The woman smiled a toothy grin at the sight of it, rejoicing that her plan worked.

Your own eyes trailed to follow her gaze, but instead of finding happiness at the organization that caused all three of you pain, your heart dropped to your feet as you stared at the sight in horror. The perpetually neutral sunshine was replaced with an unforgiving blizzard, tearing the Commission, your former home, apart by its seams.

“Five.” You mumbled in shock, eyes wide and unmoving.

The person in question immediately turned to you, wrapping his free arm around you to shield you from the cold, but you couldn’t bring your arms to return the embrace. Five mumbled your name in concern, he never should have brought you with him.

“Five, the Commission.” You repeated in the crook of his neck, eyes never leaving the building.

He reluctantly loosened his grasp around you to turn around and faced the Commission. “Shit.” He muttered quietly at the sight.

Alarm bells immediately rang in his mind at the state of the once timeless bubble that contained the Commission. He already had an inkling as to what could have caused the unending snow storm but held his tongue, afraid of drawing conclusions prematurely.

Lila skipped towards the building, not waiting for the two of you to end your little to catch up. Her boots crunched with her steps, leaving imprints in the previously perfect blanket of snow. She giggled childishly against the freezing blizzard.

You and Five weren’t far behind, approaching the commission with less enthusiasm and more dread. You tried your hardest to break your trance away from the Commission building, instead focusing on the footprints of Lila’s boots. Five adjusted the suitcase in his hand and kept an arm around you protectively not only from the storm but from the Commission and whatever ghosts were left to haunt you.

The broken halls of the Commission headquarters gave the three of you no shelter from the freezing temperatures. The shattered windows let in the cold draft and the tattered furniture made it look like a long-abandoned building, which might as well have been, time was fickle in the Commission bubble.

“Holy shit.” Lila muttered; eyes wide in amazement. She turned and took in the state of the place, curious of each tattered file and shattered debris in the room.

Your eyes trailed from the familiar spiral staircase to the star in the center of the floor, still in shock of the disarray. It was an empty husk of familiarity, blanketed by an unforgiving blanket of snow. Or perhaps the storm revealed the Commission’s true colors, as it was nothing but a cold and empty office, relentless on ‘protecting the timeline’. All your nostalgia clung on the 1950’s façade that eventually disappeared.

“I was just here. How long was I bloody gone?” Lila asked in disbelief.

Five sat the suitcase down and adjusted his watch. “It seems the grandfather paradox is affecting everything.”

“Even places out of time.” You murmured uneasily.

“The Commission was supposed to be in a perfect bubble outside of the time continuum. It would even survive the supposed 2019 and accidental 1963 apocalypse. But instead, it..” You paused.

“Went to shit.” Lila continued for you.

“Yeah.” Your voice was winded, almost struggling to get out another word.

“It should be impossible.” Lila said.

“We stopped tracking what was possible a long time ago.” Five smiled knowingly at you.

You mustered a small smile back to him. Your feelings lifted up slightly knowing how much you and Five had gone through and survived. Two whole apocalypses were quite an achievement, what’s a third one to add to the list?

Suddenly rubble fell from above, landing right in front as the three of you stepped back in shock. You winced in pain, chalking it up to a small chunk of cracked concrete hitting you. Debris filled the air once more, blending into Lila’s platinum white hair. Five took the suitcase in front, preventing it from being damaged by the broken tiles and cement. You tilted your head up towards the ceiling, noticing a large crack forming in the concrete and brick.

“We have to go before the building collapses any further.” You said with urgency.

“You’re right, let’s go check the Infinite Switchboard.” Five moved towards the central stairs leading to the second floor.

“And I'll check Herb's office. Little cockroach would survive anything.” Lila said, distantly recalling the short man and his stubbornly bright attitude and perseverance.

You wringed your hands together nervously and shuffled towards Lila. “I’ll go with Lila and check on the others.”

“What? No, we should stick together,” Five argued. “Who knows what will happen in this building.”

“I can protect myself, Five. I wasn’t your partner for 5 years just for you to protect me like a porcelain doll.” You retorted. “Besides, Lila will be there.”

“Not for long if you two will keep this up.” Lila said bluntly. “I can’t handle your bickering any longer, I’m going ahead.”

You and Five watched as she disappeared into the Commission hallway, her boots softly echoing against the rubble.

“There’s nothing left here anymore,” Five pleaded your name, “The kugelblitz most likely destroyed everything already.”

Your brows knitted together at his words. A part of you was in denial, like you were expecting to see your friends and co-workers under the rubble, shaken up but safe and alive. But you knew he was right, just the state of the Commission building screamed abandoned for years. Yet the part that screamed that your friends were smart enough to survive the wreckage was stronger.

“I need to go Five, at least I’ll have closure that they’re actually gone.”

Five still looked reluctant to let you out of his sight. He knew that you were capable of defending yourself, he was familiar with your fighting skills after the years of working together under the now broken Commission and the years after, running to solve apocalypse after apocalypse, but no matter how skilled any person was, you couldn’t fight the unpredictable effects of the apocalypse. Five was terrified that even a minute away from you could tear you away from him without hesitation.

He searched in your eyes for any hint of doubt but found nothing except for a stubborn plea. Five sighed in defeat and decided against his better judgement to trust you. It’s what you deserved instead of being towed with him against your will. He knew how much the Commission and the people in it meant to you despite working with him against it to prevent the apocalypse. It’s what you needed.

“Fine.” He softly agreed. “But be quick and come immediately back to me to the Infinite Switchboard.”

You smiled at Five but he watched as it didn’t reach your eyes. You were thankful for Five understanding your mixed emotions for the ruined Commission even though you haven’t fully grasped it yourself.

“I won’t be gone longer than 5 minutes tops.” You said casually, trying to ease his concern.

You headed towards the same doorway Lila walked through. “See you.” You said, looking at Five one last time before finally entering the office corridor.

Five watched you turn and disappear from the first two steps of the staircase. He could already taste the oncoming regret. Every cell in his body screamed to run after her and forget the reason why they were here in the first place, but he fought to keep his feet planted and to trust you. Five raked his free hand through his hair in distress and exhaled.

His mind’s first instinct is to calculate the intervals of the kugelblitz waves through a period of time. It wasn’t sporadic, it had a rhythm of every few hours with the latest being at a 10-hour interval. You had to have ample enough time to come back to him and return together back to the hotel. Five ignored the nagging voice in his head that it could be a fluke and the waves in this location would arrive faster than usual. He ignored the urge to sprint away from the staircase.

He put his faith into the universe, and subsequently the paradox, and ascended up the staircase.

You stumbled through the collapsed table in the hallway and followed the noise of Lila’s footsteps. Almost tripping on a piece of debris, you called out to her.

“Lila, wait!”

Lila, a bit farther ahead, turned around and saw you make your way through the corridor. “Oh great,” She said with not as much sarcasm as you expected, “Thought that little shit would cling on to you forever.”

You furrowed your brows at her insult at Five. “He trusts me enough to let go for a few minutes at least.”

The two of you continued walking once you finally reached where Lila was. “Although he usually isn’t this clingy, or at least doesn’t like to admit it in front of others.” You trailed off, questioning his odd behavior recently.

“How do you even deal with that grumpy menace?” Lila asked you.

You shrugged in reply. “After a few years you learn to tolerate him.”

Tolerate was an understatement for what you felt for Five. Although you never said it outright, you knew that you had created a deep bond with him and you trusted him with all your being, just as much as he trusted you. You learned his quirks and flaws and your admiration and affection grew further despite the tumultuous journey to save the world over and over, and over again.

Lila grimaced at your smile and love-stricken expression, visibly shivering in disgust at the idea of love, especially with a nutcase like Five. But inside, a small part of her being ached at the notion of loving someone. She wondered if Diego smiled like that thinking about her, despite all the times she lied and ran away out of fear. Lila wondered if love is what made her return so quickly to Diego with a child, despite having all of time at the flick of a suitcase.

After rifling through Herb’s office which was the Handler’s previous, you and Lila concluded that there was nothing except for scattered paper and even more debris. There wasn’t even anything missing or out of place, it was unlikely that Herb ran away without taking at least something from his office.

“You found anything?” Lila asked you while crouching over a fallen bookshelf, keeping an eye out for any suspicious hints to the disappearance of the entire Commission staff or possibly a short man hidden under the bookshelf.

“Nope.” You plainly stated while rifling through the drawers of his desk.

You pulled the lowest drawer open, revealing a stack of papers protected against the harsh blizzard in the Commission and a small black velvet box nestled in the left corner. You pried it open and revealed a delicate diamond ring glimmering in the dim light from outside.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

You knew what this was. It wasn’t a secret that Dot and Herb harbored feelings for each other, even in the earliest phase of them pining for the other made its rounds in the cafeteria gossip. You assumed after the revolution and the restructuring of the Commission board that they had gotten together.

You still remembered the aftermath of the fight in Sissy’s farm in ’63 when Dot and Herb arrived hand in hand to announce to you and Five that they would be taking over the Commission. You recalled the beaming smile the both of them gave you and how proud you felt for them. It was an amusing parallel, two pairs formed by the Commission one way or another. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you clutched the box in your hand. He must have wanted to take it the next step before the kugelblitz arrived.

Lila’s head perked up from the pile of fallen books. “What did you find?”

You wordlessly showed her the diamond ring and Lila’s face fell, presumably thinking the same thing as you.

“Oh.” She said as she stood up an approached you. Lila’s expression was uncharacteristically hesitant and solemn.

“Who’d you think it’s for?” She asked.

You looked at her in confusion. “You haven’t heard of Dot and Herb?”

Lila shook her head, her short platinum hair swishing. “Nope, never been the one for office gossip.”

You nodded, suddenly remembering how the Handler forced her to hide inconspicuously among the other Commission employees as her spy. “Right.”

“Well, let’s head up and ask Five if he found anything, it doesn’t seem like anyone’s here.” Lila made her way back out of the office.

You hesitated; you didn’t know why. “Uh, I just have one thing to check on. You know, might find my old gun here or something.”

Lila raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re gonna shoot someone?”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry.” You shrugged. “I swear I won’t take long; I’ll be right behind you.”

Lila reluctantly walked through the busted office door, still not fully convinced by your words. “You sure Five won’t chop my head off for leaving you out of sight?”

“He won’t chop your head off,” You scoffed, “He has nothing to chop it with. The worst he could do is break your neck.”

“Y’know he almost did crush my windpipe once.” Lila pointed at you, recalling their fight in a warehouse in 1963.

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement. “Sounds like him. Tell me all about your fight once we’re out of this shithole.”

“You could say that again.” Lila muttered, looking at the decrepit state of the place.

Lila made her way through the corridor, hopping over the broken table once more. In the distance she shouted, “Miss ya!”

You rolled your eyes at her antics but decided to play into it. “Miss you too! Even though I’ll literally be there in a few minutes.”

You could hear Lila’s laugh echo in the distance, somehow making the Commission brighter through it, almost like an image of what it used to be.

You shook your head at the thought, nostalgia would just get you distracted. You sighed and closed the ring box, pocketing it in your pants. You didn’t know why you took it, but it felt wrong to leave it to crumble along with the rest of the office. You wanted to find out more about the office, maybe discover a remnant of Dot and bring it together with the ring as a sort of memorial of them. It was the least you could do for your friends.

Upstairs, Five fumbled with the knobs of the Infinite Switchboard, trying to make the grey screen function. He tapped the glass screen before flipping a few switches. “That’s good.” Five muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the grey screen warbled to a visible video of Herb talking to the camera, clearly in distress. Five’s eyes widened at the sight of the man clearly in a panic, mouth slightly agape.

“There's been a rip in the space-time continuum. It's swallowing everything.” Herb quaked. “Oh, my sweet Dot, Iris, Josh from accounting, they're all gone!”

Five turned a knob, speeding the video recording forward. He skipped parts to frantically find out more about the paradox. Herb’s voice distorted in a sped-up pace before stopping again.

“I've tried everything! I don't know what else to do. The timeline is collapsing.” Herb frantically stated.

In the distance, screams from other Commission employees were heard and the screens of the past Infinite Switchboard in the background sparked and flickered.

“This is… the end.” Herb quietly said, accepting his fate, before being taken by the kugelblitz.

Five watched in horror as the cells of Herb were seemingly stripped away by the kugelblitz wave, leaving nothing of the man behind. As the recording flickered, showing only the Infinite Switchboard of the past ablaze, Five’s eyes flicked downwards solemnly to the controls that Herb used to leave one last message, jaw clenched briefly.

“I could kill for some scrambled eggs right now.” Lila thought verbally while entering the room, unknowingly cutting through Five’s mourning.

“This is bigger than the timeline, Lila.” Five shoved his hands in his pockets as he stared at the screen.

Lila looked at the grey screen alongside him, curious to what he witnessed that made him so on edge, but instead static greeted her eyes.

“What’s bigger than the timeline?” She asked, looking back at him.

“The entire universe. The grandfather paradox is collapsing in on the entire universe.” Five stated plainly.

“The missing dogs, missing people…” He trailed off. Five’s eyes flickered to the empty space beside Lila, where you were supposed to be.

“Where are they?” Five asked abruptly, glaring at Lila who looked back at him confused.

“They said they just had something to get downstairs.” Lila shrugged nonchalantly which fueled Five’s anger even more.

“You left them alone?!” Five shouted, fully panicked and furious at this point.

“Why are you so pressed about leaving them alone for a second?!” Lila shouted back in defense. “It’s like you’ll explode if you’re not in a six-centimeter radius near them!”

Five ran a hand through his face in frustration. “Lila you don’t fucking get it.” He emphasized sharply.

“Get what?! They’re their own fucking person. You don’t get to order them around!”

“Lila, use your brain for one fucking moment and think! Everyone has been disappearing because of the kugelblitz. Every living animal and human in the whole goddamn universe except for us and them.”

“Yeah and? Get to the point!” Lila frustratedly shouted.

“The only difference we have from others is that we have powers, and something that makes those powers tick. We are one of the last people to survive the kugelblitz waves because we have something in us that gives a temporary immunity to the kugelblitz but they don’t! They’re a regular human and I’ve been biding my time trying to figure out how to save them from it!”

Lila scoffed in disbelief at his rant, she knew he had more than a few screws loose but didn’t expect it to be this severe, he might even be crazier than herself. “You’re insane.” She laughed.

“I’m not!” Five scrambled to get the suitcase. “And if I was then- then it would be fine and they’d be here,” He stumbled over words in a panic, “If I wasn’t then I’d lose them.”

Five’s face paled at his own words as Lila watched his ramblings hesitantly. His chest tightened at the thought of losing you, a familiar feeling he hasn’t felt since the first apocalypse, when he watched the Meritech laboratory blow up. He fought the urge to gasp for air in his lungs. He couldn’t drown in his thoughts right now, so he clung to the chance of catching you fast enough before the kugelblitz could.

“I have to go.” Five ran out of the room, leaving the suitcase and Lila standing in the middle of the Infinite Switchboard.

Lila huffed and looked around in disbelief. She couldn’t understand why he was that frantic to always keep you in eyesight at all times. Sure, there were a few missing animals here and there but no one had gone missing yet under her radar except for the entire Commission, which was a whole different can of worms. Okay, maybe he was slightly correct, but it was still weird.

Lila shook her head and searched for clues on the grandfather paradox. A thick light blue and gold embossed book caught her brown eyes. The master handbook. She opened the heavy book and quickly flipped through the pages, searching for any protocol for the grandfather paradox.

‘In the unlikely case of the grandfather paradox, the founder and any essential personnel should be immediately remanded to the operations bunker.’

Bingo. The bunker was the best chance she had to finding more answers to the never-ending questions. But the founder? Lila furrowed her brows at the mysterious founder, whoever they were. In the years she grew up and worked in the Commission, never once had she heard of a founder of any kind.

Her confusion was interrupted as the room and the Commission building shook. Debris from the ceiling fell onto Lila as the last screen of the Infinite Switchboard flickered into static and finally shut down. Lila ducked at the rumble, using the heavy handbook to protect her from the chips of concrete falling. She didn’t have much time left.

Lila slammed the book shut and decided to run after Five to tell him about the secret bunker and the biggest clue they had yet. If the founder was that well-hidden to nearly everyone in the Commission, then there was a high likelihood that they had secrets and answers valuable enough to be protected in a secret bunker, hopefully the answers to solving the paradox.

You carefully treaded the uneven terrain, stepping over scattered files and broken chairs until you reached the case management office. Although you worked as a field agent for the Commission, you were familiar with the case management department and the people inside of it. You worked closely with them, executing their decisions in unison to protect what was once your one and only goal, to protect the timeline.

After the revelation that the Commission wanted the 2019 apocalypse to happen, subsequently ordering the deaths of everyone on Earth, your friendship with the case management people and your friend Dot specifically took a turn for the worse. You couldn’t believe that they could sit back and watch the world explode with not even an ounce of guilt in the conscience. It was as if they were oblivious to the apocalypse which they obviously weren’t, seeing as how Dot directly managed apocalypse affairs.

You hated how you worked for the Commission for countless of years as a mindless soldier, unaware of the end goal until Five’s arrival turned your entire worldview upside down. You simply wanted to bond with a colleague but the downtime in between missions led to stories of his experience in the apocalypse. You remember the haunted look in his eyes when he recalled the burnt orange sky and the perpetual dust that clung in the air. You heard about how as a child he discovered the endless corpses of his family members, friends, and even strangers that went on with their lives, unaware that it would all end in a single day with the Commission watching behind the curtains.

You wanted to change the Commission, to work against the monotonous flow of the rigid protocols and maybe build a future that went beyond 2019, a continuous timeline that wasn’t constricted by the Commission’s rigid rules and protocols, where Five’s family could live on and grow old. You naively dreamed of growing old years past 2019, with no apocalypses to fear, only warm coffee and your partner beside you.

That was your motivation when you joined Diego and Lila back to the Commission, and soon enough a coup d'état was staged. All it took was Diego’s stubbornness and your knowledge on the other employees to strike a match in the gasoline. The people were sick of the budget cuts from the previous board, and the Handler’s iron-first grip after the board was mysteriously assassinated broke their patience. You thought the war in Sissy’s farm could be the turning point of the Commission to become better, you were even open to talk to Herb for plans in preventing the 2019 apocalypse, but what had been probably months of recovery and preparation here in the Commission, had only been a few days for you before another apocalypse nipped at your heels. The Hargreeves family was far too intertwined with the timeline to the point of bringing chaos wherever they went. They were the apocalypse every time.

Yet why were you here? You asked yourself as you sat on a desk that didn’t collapse under the rubble, the black velvet box sitting next to you as accompaniment. You felt like you betrayed the Commission despite the atrocities they made you do. You abandoned them in the hopes of solving the end of the world, unknowingly becoming friends with the apocalypse themselves.

You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to blame the Hargreeves family for the catastrophes, just as much as you couldn’t bring yourself to hate the Commission for letting it happen, it was a tragic cycle you were stuck on, like a never-ending carousel. It costed you your home, your friends, and your identity to forge a new one with a new set of family and a new home. All you could do now is to try your best to survive another.

Something silver caught your eye while you fiddled with your hands in thought. It was faint and covered in dust but as you brushed it away you realized it was the broken frame of Dot’s glasses. It always suited her along with her pearl earrings and uniform. You imagined her wearing it with the silver ring, grinning happily with Herb as they announce their engagement to the office.

The image of Herb and Dot being so happy broke the dam you’ve been trying the hardest to keep sealed. The past week of trying to stop the first apocalypse and the two months trying to survive with Diego in Dallas felt suffocating in the destroyed office. What felt like years of grief and sadness and anger at it all burst all at once at the sight of your best friend’s crooked glasses. You couldn’t stop the tears as you finally crumbled in exhaustion and grief, crying for what could have been and what wasn’t supposed to happen.

Rubble fell as the building shook again, seemingly even stronger than before. Dust covered your hunched back as you keeled in agony over the friends you lost. You couldn’t bring yourself to care over the way the ceiling cracked over you, too rooted in grief to move. Not once in the months you have been running from the apocalypse have you had the chance to feel what was actually happening to you and now that it all came out you didn’t know how to stop it.

Five vaulted over the rubble the best he could, teleporting short distances to run to wherever you were. The ground shook below him but he couldn’t let himself become unsteady for even a moment, too preoccupied to find you. In the disarray, a curled-up figure caught his eyes before he could run past the office room. It was you in the wreck that was the case management office.

Five shouted your name, panic and concern filling his voice. He watched you glance up at him, eyes wet with tears that tore his heart out painfully. He was in agony watching you drown in emotions you should have felt a long time ago.

Five croaked out your name once more, his resolve crumbling like the walls of the building. “We have to go!”

Five witnessed your being melt into nothingness, eyes unblinking. He helplessly watched you fade as the paradox mercilessly tore away at your core until nothing was left. His mind yelled at him to move even an inch, to run and pull you away from the invisible force that swallowed every other living being whole. His cells screamed at him to turn back time and cheat death, defy life for you. They didn’t care if it would’ve burned his powers up, it would’ve been a measly sacrifice for you.

Yet it didn’t matter as you were already gone. He had space and time at the tips of his fingers and let it slip. In a blink of his glassy green eyes, there was nothing left except a black velvet box and the empty space where you once were. The paradox was even cruel enough to leave your warmth linger to mock Five.

As the shaking of the building came to a halt, dust settled around Five’s form. He couldn’t bring himself to move, the same grief that held you in place slowly crept to his ankles, holding him like ivy.

“Five!” Lila’s voice echoed in the distance. She saw a silhouette standing at the doorway to the torn case management office and ran to the familiar figure. “Five I found where to get answers!”

As Lila approached him, she noticed the haunted look in his eyes as he stared at the empty room. “Five, where are they?”

She glanced around nervously again, hoping to see you rummaging in the corner while Five waits. “They’re gone.” He states hollowly.

Lila almost smiles in disbelief, an ill-fitting habit she formed when faced with seriousness. “What do you mean..? She went to another room?”

The trance that Five was in finally cracked as he turned to her, expression blank but eyes nearly spilling over. “I meant that I was right and the kugelblitz took them and,” He choked up for a moment, “They’re gone.” His voice weakened at the words.

He turned lean on the wall of the room, tempted to spiral then and there into the hurricane of grief and misery that had been chasing him for a long time. “They’re gone and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

He cursed as he roughly wiped a tear with his sleeve. He cursed as he allowed himself to crack in front of Lila. He cursed as he felt himself crumble in hopelessness and despair like all those years ago in a wasted apocalypse.

Lila’s eyes widened as she saw him exhibit more emotion than he had in the short but hectic times she spent with him. She internally panicked, knowing that emotional comfort and empathy weren’t either of their strong suits.

“Five, are you—” She asks before stopping herself to continue any further. It was a dumb question to ask if he was alright when he most certainly wasn’t.

Walls were built up again behind his green eyes, made of fragile stone that he mustered to carry. He couldn’t afford to waste time to cry and give up with the limited amount they had, as much as he wanted to.

“Did you find anything?” He asked, voice void of emotion, brushing off the moment ago like a speck of dust on his shoulder.

Five approached the desk, his hand hesitating for a moment over the small box, before wordlessly placing it in his jacket. He didn’t know why exactly he pocketed the unfamiliar box, but he needed something to ground himself to the fact that you were gone, that if he turned around to ask you a question you wouldn’t be there. He couldn’t handle his mind to shatter his expectations again and again, so he did what he knew to do and anchored himself to the only thing you left behind.

Lila opened her mouth, wanting to ask about the incident earlier, but eventually decided against it. She didn’t know how or where to start, so she decided to shove it away for later, just as Five did. “We need to find the operations bunker containing the founder of the Commission. They’re the one to most likely have the answers we need.”

Lila and Five ascended up the staircase, the latter flipping through the master handbook. Five skimmed through the words but the more he read about pointless protocols, the more he hated the entire Commission.

“Don’t bother, it’s all just bureaucratic bullshit.” Lila drawled, hands brushing the blue staircase.

“You know, Lila, I shouldn't even be here. I was… We were out.” Five solemnly said, slamming the book shut.

“And yet here I am, alone.”

“Hey!” Lila shouted indignantly at the word, slightly offended that he wouldn’t count her.

Five laughed bitterly. “The Commission always wanted the upper hand, targeting my every weakness, even in its very last hours.”

The woman raised a brow at his wording. “You consider them a weakness?”

“Love is a weakness, Lila. It makes empires and the strongest men fall. That’s why people like us fear from it, run away from it.”

Five didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to admit the truth, maybe it was his weariness from keeping any and every emotion locked in a chest in the deepest parts of his being, maybe it was the limited time of the apocalypse. Whatever it was, he simply accepted it, too tired to fight it.

Five scratched his neck awkwardly, suddenly feeling an itchiness throughout his body. “Why can't I just escape this hellhole?” He complained, grimacing at the wrecked observatory.

Lila looked at him with a seriousness that unnerved him, as if she was staring at his soul with ease. “Because you love it. You love them.”

“Face it, Five, all that the time you’ve been running from apocalypses, you’ve also been running from them, until it was too late—”

Five interrupted Lila, “Like how you’ve been running away from Diego?” He bit back.

Lila glared at Five, irritated that he would bring up her and Diego’s complicated relationship, if it could be even called that.

“All I wanted was to retire with them. After I fixed this mess, I could finally sit down and rest, but now that they’re gone, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

Lila sighed, leaning against a railing of the observatory. “I guess it isn’t in the cards for people like us to, y’know, stop running.”

“It could be.” Five placed his hands in his pockets, leaning back on his heals.

“What do you mean?” Lila raised a brow at Five.

“Don’t run away from him, Lila.”

As much as Five showed how much he was irritated by his siblings, he knew that his only driving force in stopping the apocalypse in the first place was you and now just his family. Five constantly gave snide remarks and sarcastic comments but with another apocalypse nipping at his weary feet, he gave into the urge of helping his family be happy despite the limited time of the apocalypse. At least they could still have time together, no matter how short.

The woman scoffed at Five’s words, taken aback by how uncharacteristically sincere the old man was. “Don’t tell me what to do grandpa. I’m not cut out for retirement like you, I’ll never be.”

Five simply gave an unimpressed look at Lila’s weak rebuttal. “Listen kid, whatever denial shit you’re trying to do won’t work. We only have a few days before we all die from this fucking paradox.” Five tiredly said.

The man sighed and pinched his nose bridge before heading to the door. “Note to never fucking try to be nice and help others again.”

Lila followed him, holding the door open before Five slammed it in front of her. “That was you trying to be nice?” She asked incredulously.

The two walked through a darker corridor, the light of the open observatory slowly fading behind them.

“You could really work on, like, the way you speak.” Lila stated bluntly.

“I mean, maybe it's a tone thing? Maybe try to change your tone? Because that was a really pathetic attempt to being nice.” Lila emphasized the last word.

Five looked unimpressed at her ramblings and attempts to discard the topic of her running away from Diego.

“I'm just saying it's something you can work on, you know? Take some classes, counselling, for the future in your retirement.” Lila shrugged.

“I’m glad you’re still concerned about my future retirement.” Five smiled bittersweetly.

Lila grimaced at Five’s saccharine smile. “Yup, you also gotta work on your smile.”

“That was out of sarcasm you idiot.” Five scowled at Lila before his eyes flitted to the front, catching the faint label of the operations bunker in dim lights.

Lila caught his line of vision and spotted the door placed ominously at the very end of the hallway, as if knowing it was the end goal of the two. She raised her brows in surprise, slightly unnerved at what could meet them behind the door.

“Well, here we are.” Lila muttered, before looking beside her and noticing Five already approaching it. She lightly jogged the distance between them as Five opened up the door to reveal a narrower hallway with brick walls.

“Exsqueeze me.” Lila pushed through Five, eager to view the operations bunker first.

“You're excused.” Five let go of the metal door, moving to the side in irritation of the god-awful itch he was suddenly having.

Lila approached the almost vault-like entrance, mumbling the name under her breath. She spotted the circular glass screen in front of the entrance. It seemed to be an eye-scanner. Harmlessly, she leaned into the screen, letting the device scan her eyes before huffing as the alarm buzzed in decline, ‘unauthorized access’.

“We’re screwed.”

Lila turned to look at Five frantically itching himself. His once pristine hair was in disarray, sticking onto his forehead with sweat. “Jesus. You're sweating like a dodgy shrimp on ice. What's wrong?”

Five didn’t respond, cogs whirring in his mind as he recognized the familiar symptoms that he had experienced before. It was paradox psychosis. He, or a version of himself, was in the same vicinity, possibly even through that very vault.

He approached the screen cautiously, letting the scanner whirr before granting access to Lila and Five to the bunker.

“I guess you're essential personnel.” Lila commented, dejected at the fact that never once did the Handler tell her about the bunker, nor did she make her own daughter essential personnel.

As the heavy metal door slid open, a medical contraption laid in the center of a room covered in padded white walls and illuminated in a futuristic way. To the near left corner were two round chairs and a coffee table holding various glasses of liquor and a small worn-out box in the center, the edges frayed by age. Five reached into his pocket and touched the box he currently had, staring at the one on the table in suspicion. He laid the thick handbook on the glass coffee table next to the box, taking one more look at it before approaching the metal contraption in the middle and the man it contained.

“Wow.” Lila chuckled at the sight of the founder all old and frail. She didn’t know what to expect of someone who created an organization like the Commission, but her expectations were definitely defied as she stared him down.

The soft noise of the machine and the founder’s breathing echoed through the room. “That's him, huh? The founder.” Five stated, acknowledging the man that created the organization that made his life a living hell.

“Looks like tinned beef. I was expecting more man and less,” Lila patted the edge of the contraption, “can.”

As Five approached closer, the more clues clicked into place in his mind. The uncontrollable itching and sweating in front of the vault, the paranoia he felt ever since he stepped foot in the ruined Commission, the familiar box on top of the coffee table. The founder’s green eyes and those familiar features warped in age was only the final nail in the coffin.

“It can't be.” Five breathed out in disbelief.

“What's wrong?” Lila asked.

“It’s me.”

Lila burst out in laughter, keeling over the machine as she giggled at the hilarity of it all. She had the privilege of witnessing first hand a tragic comedy. “No way!”

“This whole time you've been complaining about the Commission, and you're the one who founded it. Classic!” Lila exclaimed through her laughing fit.

“If I did, I have no memory of it.” Five stressed, glaring at his future self.

“What are the odds.” Lila said amused, “This whole time you’ve been complaining and fighting against the company that you founded.”

Lila crossed her hands in contemplation. “It’s also kinda sad really, seeing as the company you created technically killed them.”

The founder perked up at the mention of you, his eyes moving to Five and Lila instead of the blindingly white ceiling. “The kugelblitz took them.” He faintly murmured.

“What?” Five leaned closer to his head, listening to whatever the properly old man wanted to say.

“There was nothing I could do. I’ve made peace with that.”

Five gritted his teeth at the founder’s words. Rage filled him at the idea of even moving on from you. How dare he even think that it was all that he could do. How dare he settle for it and continue living without guilt.

“You know nothing!” Five seethed at his future self.

“I do, I’m your future.” The founder responded back.

Five felt nothing but burning rage at his future self, no itchiness, no paranoia, no increased sweating. All he felt was rage and confusion and disappointment at himself and his future.

“How is this even possible?” Five asked him.

“The operations bunker is paradox-proof,” The founder wheezed. “I constructed it as a panic room in case of a collapse in the time continuum. In this room, all permutations of yourself can exist.”

Five looked around the bunker, taking note of the white panels and the smoke coming out of ventilation above.

“You must be here because of a kugelblitz.” The founder continued.

Lila looked the founder in a questioning manner. “Lightning ball in German?”

Five answered for himself, “It's an extra kinky kind of black hole. The kind that can suck up entire timelines.”

“Bingo.” The founder replied.

Lila grimaced at the founder replying back to Five in a weird doppelgänger brain wave unison that she wasn’t privy to. “So, how do we fix it?” She asked the both of them with arms crossed.

The founder let out a raspy chuckle before dissolving into a coughing fit. “You don’t.” He wheezed.

“You created all of this, this company, this bunker. You’re clearly some sort of future version of myself so you must know the answer.” Five stressed, glaring in anger at the founder.

He coughed in reply, struggling to breathe even through the whirring apparatus. The founder struggled through his coughs to speak. “All that will be left is oblivion.”

“Oblivion?” Lila asks the founder, leaning on the edge of the machine once he didn’t respond.

Her hands suddenly pushed the locks open, causing the bed that the founder laid on to slide out. The old man struggled to breathe even more after being exposed to the air outside of the machine. Five and Lila noticed the missing limb of the founder and the strange tattoo he had on his chest.

“This is what you have coming.”

“Listen to me, you ass,” Five seethed, leaning over his future-self’s head, “I just spent the last 20 days running around, saving the world from apocalypses, only keep trying to save the world.”

“Now I’ve lost the most important person in my life in an attempt to solve another apocalypse and you tell me this?!” Five’s voice escalated to a shout.

“You’re tell me I couldn’t have done anything for them?! We have powers, I can bend time at will! Yet you attempted nothing.”

The lines between Five and his future-self blurred as he could feel his anger slip away from his grasp. He couldn’t tell anymore where he ended and where the founder began. Maybe they were both the same person, simply himself screaming in an echo-chamber of blame, self-loathing, and grief.

“Take it easy on him, Five.” Lila placed a cautious hand on him, afraid he might cause himself—the founder, a heart attack.

Five shrugged Lila’s hand off. “Lila, this is between me and myself,” He angrily pointed at the founder, “so stay out of it.”

“This kugelblitz isn’t just something our family can escape out of in the nick of time, It is a giant trash compactor which is grinding up the universe, every single timeline, until nothing is left.”

“So, tell me how to stop it!” Five shouted at himself, knuckles turning white as he gripped the railings of the bed in fury.

The faint whirring of the machine picked up as the founder gasped for breath, “Whatever you do,” He choked, “Don’t save the world.”

The heart monitor beat faster and faster until it finally gave out, echoing a resounding ‘beep’ throughout the bunker. The founder’s eyes fluttered shut as he finally left existence. Somewhere in the fall from life to death, he is greeted by an open sea, warm sand, and you, a version of you. As he lifted his arms to embrace death, he had no regrets, he could finally just be.

In the reality that slowly crumbled from the pressure of the paradox, Five watched in horror, panic, and a sliver of envy as he died. He left himself with more questions and more problems than he could possibly carry, already buckling under the weight of losing you and potentially losing his entire family.

“Five!” He exclaimed, hoping that the sheer urgency and fury in his voice would wake him back up. His voice betrayed him by cracking in grief as he witnessed another death today.

Lila put a finger to the neck of the man, searching around for a pulse that already faded. “He’s dead Five.” She stated.

Five closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tightening the metaphorical reins around his emotions further. He just needed to control it for a second more, just a second.

“Can I have the room?” Five quietly asked Lila.

She shook her head reluctantly in reply, “I don't think I should leave you two alone.” Lila knew that whatever emotional state Five was in was at a tipping point. Although he was rational and cold, almost to the point of psychopathy, every man had a limit, and she did not want to test out Five’s.

“Lila, I need the room.” Five begged, head hung low in defeat.

Lila looked at him one more time before stepping out of the bunker. Five was stubborn in his beliefs and action. Maybe she could afford to trust him a little bit and give him some space. If worst came to worst, the suitcase was still outside waiting for her.

Five sighed as he stared at the founder, his peaceful expression staring back at him like a warped mirror. Was this really his future? Was this his last apocalypse? Did he even want to end up here, dependent on machinery and this hollow empty bunker? Maybe he went mad somewhere in the future, maybe he ready went mad with the unlucky hand of cards god gave him.

Five felt ready to collapse in a heap, crumbling to the point of dust and ash just like humanity in the first apocalypse he saw, but his feet betrayed there as he still stood. He was cursed with near-immortality, fated to witness everyone he loves die in his hands before he dies with no one but himself and Lila in an empty bunker.

A part of Five wanted to fight back with the eagerness of 13-year-old him sprinting to the future. He wanted to recklessly defy any orders elderly gave him and reach for the endless skies, uncaring to whatever repercussions it might bring. He wanted to try and run through time and space, blissfully unaware that he’d never come back unscathed for dinner. He wanted to save the world again for his family, for you.

Another part of Five was so, so tired. With the weariness of a 58-year-old man he wanted nothing but to lie down and rest. He felt like Atlas, forced to carry the weight of the world on his weary shoulders. As blisters formed on his feet and dents formed on his shoulders, he wanted nothing more than to stop running, stop moving, and finally collapse. He couldn’t care less if his end was graceful or not, all he wanted was silence from the world and from himself. He wanted to be selfish for once and finally rest.

Two parts of himself fought in Five’s inner turmoil, almost tearing him apart. He could feel himself slipping away and falling back to his own personal hell, an exact recreation of the apocalypse 45 years ago made by his own mind. The ash almost felt suffocating as his naïve lungs inhaled the smoke in a panic. The concrete felt harsh on his uncalloused hands as he dug through the ruins of his home.

Five didn’t realize he was moving until his back hit the wall. The soft impact on his back grounded a segment of him but it wasn’t enough, his hands still clambered through his jacket. He gasped and focused on the square tile of the wall in front of him, quickly discarding his jacket and loosening his tie to breathe. He focused on the dents of the panel that were painted in white, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth.

He discarded all of his thoughts, clinging onto the white paneled wall, until the box that was in his jacket hit the floor in a clatter. He forced himself to look away from the wall and look at the box on the floor. It wasn’t covered in soot and rubble, it was fine. He was fine.

He kneeled over and picked up the box, gently tracing the soft velvet edges of the last thing you left him with. He rolled it with his hands, inspecting the front and back of it. Five had never seen it with you before and deducted that it must have been something you found in the ruins of the commission. Five gently pried it open, revealing the glimmering silver ring nestled inside, protected from the harm of the universe collapsing in on itself.

The shining reflection of the diamond ring lit something inside of him, perhaps an ember of perseverance, and as much as a part of him wanted to give up, he raised his tired arms to protect the ember to let it become a flame, it didn’t matter if it would burn through him.

He flipped the box shut before approaching the founder with a new-found determination.

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