And you think of all of the things you’ve seen, and you wish that you could live in between, and you’re back again, only different than before. After the sky.
Five Hargreeves knew that you were clumsier than average the moment he saw you. He didn't know what made him automatically think that you were clumsy. Maybe it was the way you'd stumble a few times whenever you had too many things in your hands or the way you'd do things more carefully than normal but still end up messing some things up.
Yet either way, he didn't care. He loved you regardless of those little things. In his eyes, you were perfectly imperfect. In his words, “I don't believe in God but I do believe that you were made perfectly.”
He was always alert and cautious, given his work, but his senses heightened up when you came along. He was always on the lookout for things that could potentially hurt you, his hand always covering the part of the table when you'd get something you dropped or his hand automatically on the small of your back so that he'll be ready to catch you whenever you'd stumble.
It was these little things he subconsciously did that made you fall in love with him even more. But with your clumsiness, he never left you alone with Klaus, afraid that you'd accidentally kill his brother or worse, start another cult with Klaus.
“Holy fucking shit.” A mere whisper left your mouth but was still audible from Stan's position in the room, a few feet away from where you were, lungs out of breath as your eyes scanned Klaus' body gushing out spurts of blood, seemingly never-ending.
Your cold hands gripped the very crossbow that killed your partner's brother, and your knuckles almost turned white at the sensation.
“Five is going to fucking kill me, dude.” Thoughts ran through your head as you tried your best to think of what to do in this gruesome scene. Stan stood frozen, much like you, also thinking of something to do.
Finally, almost like a light bulb had lit up in your head, you finally thought of something. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the most doable at the moment.
“Stan, get some cleaning shit. We need to clean this up.”
The elevator rang, and the Hargreeves siblings fixed their eyes on the door, waiting for someone to step outside the box. They were relieved to see the four people that were missing, Klaus, Stan, Diego, and you.
A sigh left Five's mouth as he conspired about what you did while you were with Klaus and his knife-throwing brother with his son that definitely did not look like him. He regretted his decision to leave you in the hands of Klaus the moment he went with Lila to try and fix this upcoming apocalypse yet again.
“Don't be mad at me but I accidentally killed Klaus.” You said in a hushed tone after sitting next to Five for a few minutes, itching to get the truth out of your mouth.
Five simply looked at you with a blank stare, and your eyes searched all around his face for something, but there was nothing, merely a blank stare is what he gave you. “It was bound to happen anyway.” A shrug of his shoulders was all he gave you and a sip of his glass, looking as if it was normal for his brother to accidentally be killed and be brought to life.
“Wait, what?” You paused for a moment, straightening up your posture at what he said. “You're not mad, at all?”
“Well, he's alive right now, isn't he?” He tilted his head in the direction of his brother who chugged down the bottle of who knows what, just whatever he first saw.
“But-”
“He's alive. You're alive, that's all that matters.” He interrupted what you were about to say before sipping his drink and kissing you on the top of your head. An action that doesn't go unnoticed by his siblings. After all, Five was never one for public displays of affection, most especially in front of his siblings.
“I can't leave you for a minute, can't I?” A chuckle left his lips at the pout you formed on your lips, your mind recalling the memory when you begged for him to let you come along with him and Lila, but still left you to be babysat by Klaus.
“Damn right you can't. That's why you're stuck with me forever.”
“If forever means what time we still have on this Earth because of that apocalypse, then I'd gladly be stuck with you.”
A scoff left your lips after scanning the words the file displayed, the Handler had a slight smile on hers. Five's name in full bold letters, as if to tease you. The Handler knew that you despised Five, and Five couldn't stand you.
“I'm not doing it.” Your hands made their way inside the pockets of your trousers. The Handler could drag you through filth and mud but you weren't going out of your way to pair up with the boy you've tried your best to compete with, but failing miserably. For some reason, even with your great efforts, you've never topped Five when it came to skills.
The Handler simply gave you a smirk, a knowing smirk. “He already agreed.” She watched as the surprised expression adorned your face in a heartbeat. Who would've thought that the Number Five would agree to partner up with someone? Let alone agreeing to be your partner.
Five worked alone, he never needed someone to accompany him. All his life, isolation was all he knew. Even back then in the academy, he liked to do everything alone. He could count all the times he spent time with his siblings in his fingers.
“Well, I don't.” There was no use in being stubborn. You already knew that one way or another you'd be on the mission with Five. You've never had it your way the moment you stepped into the building.
“Am I that bad of a partner?” Five called out, leaning on the doorframe of the Handler's office. Normally, she would've scolded him for barging into her office, but this time, she let it slide because she wanted to see how this one would play out.
He stepped closer toward you, he watched you with careful eyes as you stepped back, afraid that he would get too close. The hatred you had for the boy grew as his kills increased. You watched his hand inching toward the file, his eyes looking for the words that caught his attention earlier while he read the file.
“Number Five and Y/n L/n are needed to be lovers-” he starts, teasing you even further. But before he could finish the sentence, he was cut off by the Handler's sultry voice.
“C'mon now, move along!” She ushered for you and Five to leave, seeing that she had more important things to do than to watch the two assassins argue.
The mission needed two lovers. Unluckily for both of you, the only couple that worked in the Temps Commission was currently on vacation. They were the first ones in line for the mission, but you were left with no choice and you needed to cooperate.
“There's no need to be stubborn, Y/n.” Your legs move forward quickly, trying to get rid of the man babbling beside you. He despised you, that's for sure, but he loved teasing you in a way that you'd get annoyed at him.
He viewed you as a distraction from his cruel reality. He never liked the killing, the blood splattering on his face, the sound of the bullet leaving the gun and in between the eyebrows of the victim. He was forced into this field, he only ever agreed because he wanted his family back.
You, on the other hand, loved the thrill. You loved the adrenaline coursing in your veins as you chase after your target, knowing that you couldn't get enough of the feeling. You loved the smell of the crimson blood as it dripped from the wound you made on the targets. It was exhilarating.
Some would say that it was the root of your success. The root of why you were one of the top assassins on the field. It would be egotistical for some, but with your life, there really wasn't much to brag about.
A sigh left your lips, sinking into defeat. “What exactly are we going to do?”
You marveled at the venue in front of you. The walls are decorated with intricate details, the tiled floor polished until light reflected on it, tables filled with food and alcoholic drinks alike, and finally, rich people laughing and chit-chatting amongst themselves. It was a sight to remember, despite the assignment both of you were destined to do.
Five reacted on his own, quietly observing the place, getting himself an alcoholic drink from the waiter's silver tray. Much to your dismay, Five quickly put a hand on the small of your back. It snapped you out of your thoughts, reminding you that you had a person you committed to.
“Where is he?” You asked, Five still beside you as both of your bodies slithered through the wave of people that we're powerful enough to solve any problem in the world.
Five took a sip of his drink, grimacing at the bitter taste before placing it on another waiter's silver tray, placing his attention back to looking for the host.
“Open your eyes better.” He says with a click of his tongue, a venomous tone to his words. He spoke as if he already found the guy, but in fact, couldn't spot where he was, his eyes scanning the place.
You paid no mind to his attitude, you were used to it anyway. From the corner of your eye, a good-looking man sat on one of the bar stools, sipping his drink while a few men and women tried to get his attention. Your mind automatically recognized the person, the very target.
Without a word spoken, you left Five's grasp, confusing him entirely before following your gaze. He spotted the man that needed to be eliminated. The Commission never told their employees the exact reason as to why a person is needed to be killed off, lies on top of lies, stacking until it eventually falls.
Leo, the target, placed all his attention on you as you tried your best to earn his trust, and of course, to kill him later on.
“What are you thinking about?” Charm was one of your specialties. In the field, you were known to somewhat entertain them before killing them off.
Your head tilted to the bartender, gesturing for him to give you anything. For a moment, you forgot about the mission, forgot about Five who only stood within a 6-ft radius.
He watched as you conversed with the attractive man. He was furious. Whether it was the fact that you forgot about the mission or that you were laughing slightly too hard at Leo's jokes. Seemingly as he had enough, he walked toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing you on the cheek to remind you that in the meantime, you were his.
“Darling, I've been looking for you all over the place.” It was then that you were snapped back to the reality that you had a mission to accomplish. With his actions, you topped it off with a kiss on his lips.
A smile made its way on your face as you could see the faint blush that formed on Five's cheeks. “Ah, I was just having a fun time with Leo here.” Your hand gestured to the boy in front of you.
He only sheepishly smiled in response, intimidated by Five's hard gaze. He awkwardly laughed, setting his half-empty drink down on the marble countertop.
“Well, have fun! Both of you.” He announces as a good host, before disappearing into the crowd.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “You blew it.”
“What?” He sits down on the stool in front of you. “You're the one who got sidetracked here. Not me.”
“He was about to show me around!” You reply in defense. “I was going to kill the man one way or another.” Right before Five approached you, Leo wanted to show you around the venue, and introduce you to his fellow rich people.
Five abruptly stood up, scanning the crowded place. “I'll beat you to it.”
The next hours passed by, consisting of competing with Five to see who gets the fish. It was a lengthy process. There were many times that you bumped into each other, and the glint of competitiveness never faded away from his eyes. By the time most people had gone home to their lavish homes, it was then that you got privacy with Leo.
Your heels clicked on the tiled floor, and your eyes furiously scanned the almost empty place. You weren't about to lose to Five. Just as you took a turn, you saw the familiar brown hair that belonged to the man that made you laugh harder than ever earlier.
“Hi.” You nervously spoke. You watched as he turned around to see who made the noise. He showed you a grin, revealing his pearly whites. “Hi.” He replied. He wasn't sure why, but he was captivated by you. Even if he knew that you had a ‘partner’ of your own.
“Good. You have him.” You rolled your eyes yet again at the noise coming from Five's mouth who was now beside you, ready to take the credits after everything is said and done. Your dominant hand fetching the freshly honed knife strapped on the side of your thigh. You figured that a knife would be better than a heavy and loud gun.
At the glint of the silver knife, Leo immediately was confused and scared. You pitied him, but it was still your job. Such a shame he would mess up the timeline one way or another.
“What is this?” He asked, particularly to you as he wasn't fond of Five.
“Y/n, kill him already.”
A few grunts left your lips as you made your way to the room the Handler gave you, your luggage is too heavy as you overestimated the days of how long this mission would take, with Five beside you, twirling the keys in his finger.
Fortunately, after the whole situation with Leo, Five warmed up to you and you warmed up to him. Granted, there were still competition and tension in the air, but there was progress. He no longer went alone on missions, he would sometimes beg the Handler to pair you up with him.
Five watched you struggle with the luggage. “Here.” He gave you the keys and grabbed the heaviest bag from your hands.
“Thanks.” Giving him a grateful smile.
A few moments passed, and finally in front of the room. It was by no means a five-star hotel, it was just a cheap hotel that the Commission gave to their employees while they get the most luxurious ones anyone had seen.
You wandered around, it was small, enough to fit 1 to 2 people. As you wandered, Five had set down yours and his belongings, then went back to you to discuss what would be the plan for this mission.
Lila was neither an enemy nor a friend. Although you hoped to be more than just acquaintances, Five hindered whatever bond you were planning to form with her. Up until the Kugelblitz rolled around. Despite the inevitable end of the world, yet again, it made you feel much closer to the people around you, especially Lila.
While you were working in the Temps Commission, you had seen Lila around a couple of times, but of course, you were too busy to greet her. She intrigued you, getting your attention very quickly with her loud and carefree personality. A complete opposite to your partner, Five.
Five had his reasons as to hate her, while Lila had her reasons to hate him as well. While on a mission alone, The Handler instructed Five to eliminate Lila's parents. Without his knowledge, knowing that he only did his job, not thinking about what'll be the outcome of his actions.
He hated your newfound bond with Lila. You'd catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes sassily whenever you'd talk to Lila. He'd pull you away from whatever conversation you were having with her, his hand firmly intertwined with your hands as you protested to him.
“I don't know what you see in her, Y/n.” Your head lay on his chest, his steady breathing making you sleepy. His hand was brushing through your hair, something he loved to do.
You yawned in response to the old man. “Give her a chance, Five. It's the end of the world.” Your eyes finally closed shut. Too tired to continue the conversation you've had with him many times now, and every single time, you'd say the same answers to his repetitive questions. He just couldn't understand why you'd willingly be around the loud mouth and actually enjoy it.
He loved you, that was for sure. He wouldn't have married you if he didn't, nor would he protect you from everything if he didn't. He loved you with every fiber in his body, every atom, every vein. But no matter how hard he tried to accept Lila, she was just as unbearable as her mother.
And then there he was, pulling your drunken state from Lila on the dancefloor, despite him being as equally drunk as you. Maybe even more.
“You're no fun, old man!” Lila exclaims from where she previously danced, her voice louder than the music blasting from the speakers.
You looked back at her, a few giggles erupting from your mouth as Five had a scowl on his face.
A/N: VIKTOR HASN'T TRANSITIONED AT THE FIRST POINT SO HE WILL BE VANYA. I AM NOT DEAD NAMING HIM IN ANY WAY !
Comfortable silence lay steadily inside your room, the sound of the paintbrush gliding across the easel was slightly heard, along with your steady breathing. Rich colors decorated the canvas, ranging from bright yellows to dark blues, covering the white part of the material. The calm atmosphere makes you sigh in contentment.
Painting made you feel at ease, your coping mechanism if you will. A calm mind is what you adored, your powers could be overwhelming if it wanted to. It made you uncomfortable at some times, giving you a glimpse of what you didn't want to see from a person's mind. Yet it was also incredibly useful for villains, barging into their minds to see what their weaknesses are. It was horrible to come in uninvited in a person's mind, but it did the job.
Marcus was extremely fond of your powers, while Ben used you for his much dirtier deeds, forcing you to walk in a person's mind to cheat his way through. Much like when he was arguing with Marcus, he wanted to know what his weaknesses are, so, he forced you to do it for him. It made you uncomfortable after using your powers, knowing as you're prying into their privacy. It's a curse and a blessing all in one.
A loud sound slightly startled you, causing your brush to glide in a way it wasn't supposed to, the red light outside your door catching your attention. “Fuck.” Muttering softly, being frustrated before fixing everything up and seeing what's a big enough problem for Marcus to push the emergency button. It was only pushed whenever it was urgent, much like the time when Marcus frantically pushed it after coming home with Ben in his arms after the Jennifer incident.
The soles of your dirty shoes brushed against the floor as you made your way to the balcony, hearing loud voices from below. Your eyes caught Jayme's, and you rushed over to her side, causing you to be in the middle of the balcony. “Huh, weird. Didn't expect guests today.” You commented, which earned only a soft chuckle from her. Your eyes scanned everyone, taking your time to observe everyone.
They were all dressed in black, except for the boy who had school shorts on that displayed his pasty knees. One had a cape on, a dramatic hero outfit. One had a cowboy hat, a stylish man. One had knives all over him, guessing that it had something to do with his powers. One had a black coat on, she was shorter than most of them. One had regular clothing on, a bulky person. While lastly, a boy who had school shorts on.
Five's lungs stopped working completely when he caught a glimpse of you. The sight of your body swimming in your blood flooded his thoughts immediately, making it hard for him to breathe. It messed Five up, mentally and physically after your death. His body gave up on making precise sniper shots, and his mental health deteriorated day by day. Everyone at Commission noticed, he was almost fired for it, but ultimately pushed away the idea as he was the best assassin they had and will ever have.
His heart clenched painfully, he looked down at his right hand, the very hand he used to shoot you with. He was incredibly hurt, too hurt to notice that you were staring right at him. It pained him to see you, knowing the last time he saw you traumatized him. His breathing was erratic, and beads of sweat formed on his face.
Your brows knit together in confusion at the boy who looked uneasy and uncomfortable as if he wanted to leave right at that moment. An idea popped into your mind, waving a hand his way, the boy with school shorts. Trying to get in his head as much as you hated to. Before you could continue, Reginald's voice interrupted you.
“They are the sparrows. My children.” Five's whole body tensed at Reginald's loud voice. Clearly proud of his adopted children, knowing their capabilities.
The Sparrows were strong, but they didn't have what The Umbrellas had. The Sparrows sure outplaced them in terms of how convenient their powers were, but The Umbrella had a bond that only they could form. A chaotic mess but they loved each other in a way that they'd put their lives at stake to save another one's life. It's what made them siblings, hell, Five tried everything just to go back to his family.
Five's stare was fixated on you, his eyes never leaving yours. To be quite honest, it made you uncomfortable, seeing a stranger stare right into your soul. He couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't even acknowledge the fact that his dead brother was there in front of him. All he could think of was you.
The feelings Five felt were surreal, it felt as if you had punched him so hard, that he couldn't compose himself. He wanted you, needed you to remember him, no matter what it takes.
“I'm sorry. What do you mean, your children?” The man with knives says, inching toward Reginald in a taunting matter.
While Five was stuck in time, staring at you. He stared at you while you made your way down the stairs, whispering something to the girl beside you that made the girl laugh while looking at him. All of these things happening all at once but all he could do was stare.
“That isn't possible, old man.” The man with knives taunts even further, taking one of his knives, and playing with it, attempting to intimidate Reginald.
“Of course it is! I'd think I'd know, would I?” Your feet are planted right beside Ben, and your posture is straight, trying to show who's in control. Ben simply shoved you aside softly, careful not to push too hard that you'd fall over. Once you've composed yourself next to Ben, your eyes panned back to the boy.
“Everybody else can see Ben, right?” The one with the cowboy hat asks his siblings, who looked as confused as the one who asked.
“Y/n.” Five's whole mouth was dry, your name was merely a whisper, barely audible for others to hear. His face was defeated at the sight of you, who was closer than earlier when you were on the balcony. He was extremely, overwhelmed. All five stages of grief came at him all at once.
“Wait, you know them?” The bulky man points over to you while glancing at Five. It was a surprise for them for someone in their team knew someone from the enemy team. Considering everything, they didn't know Five up to an extent. Their lives were restless, from one apocalypse to another, from one problem to another. They never had time to sit down for a moment and get to know each other on a deeper level.
Your face scrunched up at the boy who knew your name. “Who even are you?” You asked no one in particular, generalizing all of them. By now, your other siblings were behind you and Ben. Marcus standing on the other side of Ben, taking up the responsibility of being Number One.
“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claimed to be my spawn.” Reginald's loud voice echoed around the living room. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jayme subtly snickering at the last part of what Reginald had said.
The girl with a cape stepped one step closer to Reginald, in disbelief at what he said. “Claim? Look, Five, what the hell is going on?” She gestured over to the boy in short shorts who used his time to watch you. What a peculiar name, given, that they are a peculiar family. It made you feel slightly uncomfortable with his intense stare.
“I don't know yet, but it's concerning.” Five's eyes panned over to you and Ben, his expression both mixed with confusion and surprise.
“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus spoke out from beside Ben.
“Not the part about us being perfidious.” The short girl replied, clearly bothered by Reginald's words and how he spoke it.
“No, we're amateur-fidious, at best.” The boy with the cowboy hat on says, showing his hand that had the words ‘Goodbye’ written on it. If he was on your team, you would've laughed.
His siblings paid no mind to the silly boy, the short girl continuing. “But we are his children. This is our house.” Ben nudged you slightly, telling you that you should use your powers.
You obliged, moving behind Ben to hide, subtly bringing up a hand and pointing it at the girl's head to barge into her memories. Five watched you do your work, much like what he watched a million times by now. Memories flooded your brain the moment your powers worked on the short girl. Memories of some with the boy with schoolboy shorts. Memories of some with the bulky man. Memories of all of them. You used her memories to know all of them even further.
Klaus was the one with the ‘Goodbye’ tattoo, Allison was the one with the cape, Luther was the bulky man, Diego was the one with knives, and Vanya was the one you barged into. You stumbled back from using your powers, it was something that overwhelmed you at times. Jayme caught you before you could fall, the Umbrellas watching you but didn't say anything.
“You okay?” Jayme whispers, helping you compose yourself.
“I'm okay, thanks.” You made your way back beside Ben, being faced to face with Klaus.
“Okay. None of you belong here." Allison says from her side of the room. Her eyes panning over to every single one of you and your siblings.
“Let's move out everyone, ordered by Ms. Allison.” A few scattered laughs from your siblings as Christopher spoke out his opinion. The Umbrella's expression was clearly confused, not knowing how you knew their sibling's name.
“How-” Allison started. Presumably was about to ask how you knew her name. Before being interrupted by Grace who had a tray of cookies in hand. They had several questions for Five.
“I wasn't expecting company.” Diego started to walk toward the robot, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched the robot's slight malfunction. “This is the best I could do on short notice.” You pitied Grace, you really did. Your siblings treated her like what she was, a robot. She often got mistreated by everyone in your family.
“Mom,” Diego whispered. It was true, Grace being their mom in their memories. What scared you the most was the fact that they did live here, Vanya's memories were full of it. Some being with a blonde woman who if you could recall was named Sissy. Some being in this house, with Grace and Reginald. Pogo was even there.
“Mom? She's a robot, you perv.” Jayme comments, causing your siblings to snicker.
“It's not a robot.” Diego was quick to reply.
“Hey, don't you call him that.” Luther defends Diego from where he stood. Guessing from Vanya's memories, Luther had a character development.
“Or what?” Ben taunts. He could get annoying at times. Voices were overlapping, filled with both The Umbrellas and The Sparrows, teasing each other, provoking one another. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jayme getting ready to use her powers, before launching at it on Diego. His siblings paid no mind to him, too engrossed with threatening one another.
Your eyes watched the man be confused before smiling to himself at what he saw. “Can I see?” You asked Jayme, replying with a soft ‘sure.’ Using your powers, you delve into his mind, watching his hallucinations. Revealing both The Umbrellas and The Sparrows dancing with each other, what a weird desire.
It was another thing that bonded you and Jayme. It was part of your power to see Jayme's hallucinations, causing her to be one of your closest siblings. Along with Ben, who at times, could be an asshole. You snapped back into reality once the hallucination ended, seeing a smirk on Jayme's face as she watched Diego's reaction after.
“You got 30 seconds to get out the house.” Marcus' deep voice resonated around the living room. You sympathized with The Umbrellas. Although you did know the full truth, you couldn't say anything since you still sided with your family. After all, they were the ones you originally went with.
“And if we don't?” Allison replied. She still gave you hard glances every once in a while, confused why you knew her name and confused why Five knew your name.
“Then we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.” You rolled your eyes at Marcus and his corny sayings before he took down an enemy. You wondered if it was engraved in each leader's mind to be corny.
“Look, we just fought a literal army.” You nodded along, one of Vanya's memories. Ben watched you, wanting to know what you saw, but had to push it aside for later. You watched Marcus' face fall, somewhat believing the girl. “Okay? This doesn't need to get ugly. Let's all just calm down, and let's talk.” She ushered once more. She had the loudest voice earlier when she tried to calm down the others.
“Pst. Ben-er-rino.” Klaus called out to him. “You look so much better alive than you do dead.” Ben wasn't in any of Vanya's memories, only his younger version. Presuming that he did die in their memories. You didn't know what to call their version of your lives yet.
“Am I right?” He questioned his siblings, only to be ignored once again. A recurring matter in Vanya's memories, along with the present. “Except for that haircut.” Ben did have a horrible haircut.
“What the hell did you just say?” Clearly offended at Klaus' comment.
“Come on, come on. Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants.” He took steps forward to be close to Ben, observing his face. “Oh wow. Nice scar. Muy Macho.” Your eyes scanned the room, confused as to why Klaus wasn't stopped. Only to have eye contact with both Five and Allison.
“Shut your mouth!” Ben's tone much like venom.
“You shut your mouth and just hug your brother-” Klaus starts but gets interrupted by Ben's fist colliding with his face, causing Klaus to quite dramatically stumble back and plop his body down the floor. Ben had a short temper, and he could get mean at times.
Another fit of arguments started before Marcus was the first one to take a blow on The Umbrellas, pushing Luther away from Ben who punched his brother. Loud bickering and taunting were the only things heard inside the living room, along with occasional grunting from Marcus and Luther as they fought.
Marcus kicked Luther right in the abdomen, causing him to fly onto Klaus who had just stood up. Each sibling picked their prey to fight. As you picked the most interesting one, Five. Diego taunted Christopher with names. Klaus faded away, getting away from all the chaos. Marcus and Luther throw and dodge punches as best as they could. The others going onto their agendas.
You sat on one of the bar stools, watching and waiting for Ben to finish his part with Five. The boy would sometimes get distracted as you watched him, getting a few cuts and bruises from not focusing, nothing he couldn't handle. Ben put him in a choke hold, before blinking away to the nearest pillars.
“Want me to cover for you, Ben?” Already standing up before being interrupted by Ben's irritated voice.
“Go help Jayme or something.” Rolling your eyes, but obeying nonetheless, already looking for Jayme.
Five's eyes watched your figure fade away, being distracted yet again causing him to take another blow from Ben. Your feet wandered off, planting them right next to Alphonso, leaning your body on one of the pillars as you waited for Vanya and Jayme to finish. Although you were a part of the unnatural and super-powered team, fighting wasn't your forte. They only ever used you if intelligence was needed, knowing that fighting wasn't your strong suit.
“Who says I'm blind, asshole.” Fei replied to Allison. Alphonso offered you the bag of popcorn, gesturing you to take some, and you happily obliged. He was also one of the people you had a close bond with. When both of you were children, he used you to experiment with his powers as you did the same to him.
Your eyes scanned the place, watching every Umbrella use their powers. You had already known and studied all of their powers thanks to Vanya's memories, but it was fun seeing them in action.
A wave of light emitted from Vanya. You feared her, and everyone should, too. She ended the world two times, what else was there to do? Sloane stepped in, using her abilities to make Vanya float and throwing her body to the wall that hung several paintings. You would lie and say that Sloane wasn't the most powerful one among all of you. Granted, there was Christopher who for some reason was a cube, but Sloane did things that would blow anyone's mind.
“Art snob, huh?” Sloane shouted from her place, making sure that Vanya heard her. Your eyes watched Diego following Christopher all the while throwing knives at him, failing miserably. You heard Klaus shout something that you couldn't quite make out due to the fact that Ben's tentacles were suffocating him.
Alphonso cheered Fei on while she was giving her all into fighting Allison. Diego passed by your side quickly, still running after Christopher who toyed with him. Just as Fei was about to strike Allison with her weapon of choice, she was stopped by Allison's manipulating words. “By the way, I heard a rumor you can't move.” Causing Fei to be stuck right where she was.
Alphonso handed over the bag of popcorn to you, taking Fei's defeat as a cue to step in and for you to step out. Your eyes scanned the place, looking for Jayme. Finally catching her frame, you jogged over to her, curious as to who was her next opponent.
A defeated sigh left your lips the moment you saw those uncovered knees. His gaze was right on yours as he helped Allison up. “Hey, short pants. What's up?” Jayme started, earning a scowl from Five, clearly uninterested in what she had to say.
Allison stood beside Five, before being ushered away. “Go help the others. I'll handle this one.” He referred to only Jayme, knowing that he had no intention of hurting you in any way. It still hurt him just by looking in your direction.
Five used his powers, blinking away behind Jayme to punch her, careful not to lay a finger on you. “More like their ringer.”
His eyes were on yours, distracted yet again, not noticing how Jayme spat on him with her venom. You leaned back on the wall, waiting for Jayme's powers to do their job and for yours to do its job.
“Hey, gross, all right?” His hand attempted to wipe away the venom, but before he could do so, his skin already absorbed the substance. Jayme simply smirked all the while raising her eyebrows in his direction, waiting for his reaction.
Not a moment later, his expression was confused. Seeing as this was your cue to jump in, you were taken aback by the scene in front of you. The vision included you by the top of the staircase. It took you a while to process everything. How Five knew your name, how Five saw you in his deepest desires, what Five uttered as he talked to you in his hallucination.
“I'm sorry, my love.” Tears already sliding down his face as he talked to the version he had of you. His body slowly inching toward you, feeling as if he was pulled in. “I didn't know, I'm sorry. I missed you, more than words can say.” He felt guilty and relieved all at once. Guilty that his hands were the same hands he used to pull the trigger on the gun, and relieved because even for a moment, he had a chance to see you.
You pulled away from his mind, being overwhelmed yet again. Once you pulled away from Five, Jayme was quick to catch you. Looking up, you saw him kissing the air, where you stood earlier in his vision. “Are they all perverts?” Jayme exclaimed. Seeing as you've had enough of the boy in school shorts, you left Jayme to deal with him alone.
Grace stood by the entryway of the living room, a plate of cookies in hand. It had been days since Jayme and Alphonso had passed away due to The Umbrella's ally. It nearly tore you to shreds, their death taking a toll on your mental health. Ben, Fei, and Christopher left you at the hotel along with The Umbrellas and Sloane, seeing as you weren't ready to stand up for a long time due to wailing your heart out.
As much as it surprised everyone, including The Umbrellas, you had formed a bond with them in the time you've been mourning your deceased siblings. They weren't as bad as your siblings told you in their stories, most especially Ben. They were surprisingly fun, chaotic, but fun.
For those days, you've made it your mission to avoid Five at all costs. Frankly speaking, Five had been on your tail, watching your every move at all times. It was the grief that drove him to do so, he had the urge to protect you from everything. It annoyed you how he would be next to you at every chance he could get. He annoyed you.
“Lovely to meet you,” Lila stated as she took a handful of cookies.
Diego gestured to Grace's nonexistent right eye, looking uneasy. “She stabbed herself in the eye.” Luther whisper-shouted right back to Diego to answer his confusion, Sloane standing right next to the bulky man as you sat on the large couch, next to the armrest.
“Welcome,” Fei started, one of her Ravens trailing right behind her along with Ben. “Please make yourselves at home.” She gestured to the different seats scattered all around the room as if this wasn't their home. It baffled you as to how Ben and Fei looked like Jayme and Alphonso's death didn't affect them one bit.
“Bitch, this is our home.” Allison commented. It was true, but you had yet to find the right moment to tell them the truth no matter how hard it was for you and your remaining siblings. However, you had also yet to know how Five knew your name or how Five saw you in the vision and why was he apologizing. Many questions are unanswered, and all it takes to know it all was to dive into his mind.
“Uh, excuse me?” Fei questioned Allison, and Allison only rolled her eyes as a reply.
“Jellybean?” Luther offered the bowl to everyone, attempting to ease the tension the two families had. Five watched you stand up from your seat, taking the bowl of jelly beans from Luther, then going back to where you were originally.
“Where the hell is Viktor and Klaus?” Diego asks no one in particular.
“With our luck, probably Kugelblitzed by now.” Five answers for him, sitting down on the armrest next to you. Normally, you would've pushed him off, but you were too tired to make a fuss, and so, you let him. Even resting your head softly on his arm, his heart rapidly beating at your actions.
“You're a dark little dude sometimes.” Five paid Diego no mind as he watched you eat your different colored jelly beans in peace.
“Ooh, what happened to your hand?” Fei asks, but before Diego could answer, he was interrupted by Ben.
Ben clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. “We don't have time for idle chitchat. Everyone, sit down.” Everyone obeying Ben's order.
The moments that passed by consisted of an unexpected fight between Allison and Viktor as the others watched with snacks in their hands and mouths, entertained by the heated argument. It was something serious that you didn't recall, something about their mothers? But either way, there was something strange that happened with Allison. Her powers worked on Viktor even without using the words 'I heard a rumor.'
The next hour or so passed by, and Sloane, Viktor, and Lila used their abilities to contain the Kugelblitz inside Christopher, which scarily enough, it worked. With Sloane's perfect calculations, it went smoothly, or as everyone had thought it did.
You watched everyone with a slight smile on your face as they danced, drank, and chit-chatted, a glass of champagne in your hand. The song Another One Bites the Dust plays loudly, yet even with Queen being one of your favorite bands, you couldn't get yourself to be fully happy despite saving the world successfully.
“Hey.” Five stood in front of you, taking you by surprise. The alcohol coursing through his veins gave him a sudden burst of energy and courage.
He sat down next to you on the couch, his eyes darting to your eyes and then down to your lips. “Five, I don't want to talk to anyone at the moment.” It was true, you had no energy at the moment to speak with anyone other than your mind.
“Can't I spend time with my spouse that isn't my spouse?” You simply rolled your eyes at him, leaving the living room and heading toward your room. His footsteps trailed closely, getting louder by the second as he followed you throughout the house.
Before you could slam the door on his face, he caught it just in time. He didn't know why he was pushy. He didn't even know why he followed you into your room. He understood that you weren't his Y/n, the one who he loved and the one who loved him back. He understood everything, perhaps it was the grief that was talking.
“Leave me alone!” You shout. Suddenly, a burst of energy filled the room, knocking some little things in the process, and resulting in accidentally jumping into Five's mind. You caught a glimpse of you and Five on your wedding day, the widest smile you've seen on Five. All memories of you and Five came at you all at once, making you stumble back, drowning in memories.
Five was caught by surprise, not catching you in time. “What the fuck?” He heard you mutter under your breath. He felt the burst of energy as well, it nearly knocked him over. With your distressed state, he assumed that you did accidentally get a glimpse of his memories.
“You weren't joking. Holy shit.” You were in denial even after he said your name, even after seeing yourself in his vision. It scared you to know that a completely different version of you existed in someone else's life.
From what you saw, Five had lived a comfortable and peaceful life with you. Apart from him killing people every time he had to. His memories were full of you, full of him being stressed as he thought of ways to solve the apocalypse, and a reoccurring memory of him pulling the trigger causing a bullet to go straight through your head.
“Did I? They? Gave you anything special?” Not knowing what version of yourself were you using. His eyes darted down to the wristwatch he had on. It was your wristwatch that he took right after you died.
“Here.” Five gave you the wristwatch. “Why do you need it?”
“I can bring their memories back, but it's risky.” Five helped you stand up, a hand on your forearm.
“Risky? How?” He asks.
“I could lose my current memories.”
You didn't exactly know what led you to helping him that night, but you were sure that it was one of the best decisions you've made. He was ecstatic the moment you came back to him. Although it was selfish, but he knew that even if you refused, he would've accepted you either way.
It took a long time before the others had adjusted to your new personality and new traits. Ben also stirred an argument with Five about how he took you away from them. It was amusing to all of them, most importantly to Five. He loved seeing his Y/n interact with his family, much like what he dreamt of.
Five didn't show it, but he was deeply affected when he had a wedding without his family members attending. He dreamt of the day that he'd remarry you, but this time, with his family by his side.
Sloane and Luther you and Five slowly swaying on the dance floor, with the soft instrumental in the background, your head rested on Five's chest as his head was rested on yours. Despite the very evident gossiping from Klaus, Ben, Lila, and Diego, the both of you paid no mind to them. Only caring about each other.
Five was a romantic, a sappy old man. Despite his background as an assassin, he loved corny and cheesy things that would either make your heart melt or make you gag. Yet he'd only do these things with you, no one else could.
“They really are an old couple.” Sloane comments, taking a bite out of her vanilla cake.
You both often flirted with each other even before when you were out doing missions.
But, the moment you both accidentally touch each other's hands, it would be awkward.
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
“No, you're good.” And the silence after just adds everything to it.
Hugs are awkward.
Any form of touch is awkward.
Both of you are touched starved but the moment you both touch each other it becomes awkward.
You both want it, but aren't sure if the other wants it.
After his disappearance in Dallas, and after coming back, he gave you the longest hug he gave anybody.
And after is like, “wow you're here."
“Yeah.” He clicks his tongue. “I'm here.”
That was the first and last time you both hugged.
Also, you have a cat that Five named. Much to your dismay, he called him Bob.
“Five, that is so common.”
He simply looks at you and the cat. “Bob, the cat.”
You wake up earlier than everyone to feed Bob.
Five also wakes up early, just to keep you company while waiting for his siblings to wake up.
Sometimes, if you still haven't woken up, he will take his time to feed Bob.
And when he's done feeding Bob, he'll make coffee for you and himself, since he knew that you didn't like his way of making coffee, he memorized your way.
“That's disgusting, Five.”
“Your coffee tastes horrible, Y/n.”
“Yet you still make it for me.”
You tease him for everything, and he lets you because he has a soft spot for you.
No matter what insult there was that left your mouth, he allows it. But the moment his siblings tease him, he gets angry.
He watches you with Bob in your arms with a smile on his face.
Hi !! I was wondering if you could write hc platonic five x reader where they were partners in the commission and now they're best friends? I see a lot of romantic ones but im lesbian and i literally just need platonic headcanons where they maybe dump ice over eachothers heads idk 😭 I have this personal hc of how five is ace so yk ace and lesbian solidarity I suppose
ANYWAYS sorry for my little ramble </3 but yeah you can ignore or write this, ty tho and have a good day/night !!
FIVE AND THE READER ARE WORK PARTNERS !
FIVE HARGREEVES X PLATONIC!GN!READER PAIRING !
FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !
You'd both constantly try to one-up each other.
The smirk on his face when he was renowned as the top assassin in the Commission and you came close to a second.
“Still not good enough, huh?”
“You just got lucky I called in sick one time.”
Although you both got on each other's nerves, you both wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for one another.
And he also didn't want any other partner, only you, but he wouldn't admit that to your face.
He'd laugh straight in your face if you miss a shot or mess up a mission.
COMPETITIVE.
You'd both constantly bicker, but when it was time for work, you'd both be serious all of a sudden.
You would help him with his math equations whenever he was stuck on one.
You are the first person he showed the book filled with equations.
You are the only person he told about how he'd go back to his family.
The first time you both saw each other's younger bodies, you both laughed.
“You're still hideous even with your teenage body.”
He dragged you along whenever he'd be doing his little trips to save the world, even if you so badly wanted to get to know his family.
“Do it alone, Five.”
“Would you rather hang out with my junkie brother who's high all the time?”
A/N: SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP ME FROM PUTTING THE WEDDING SCENE IN EVERY FIC !
Five knew exactly where and when the moment was when he fell in love with you. A wide grin on your face as you laughed at your fellow assassin's corny joke. You looked at them while he looked at you with a smile on his face. He didn't know why he was attracted to you, but one thing was sure, he loved your smile.
It lit up his gory day, it brightened every room you walked in on. Normally, for a person with your personality, he would've chopped their heads off in an instant, but with you, he'd be willing to make an exception. His demeanor contradicted your beaming attitude. The sunshine to his sunflower.
It wasn't easy to fall in love with you. A simple smile his way would make his knees give out and his heart beat vigorously. He wasn't obvious to it either and for years of loving you, you had yet to know about his attraction.
He admired your duality, killing people during the night, but making people laugh during the day. He admired your passion for the gruesome work you had to do. He admired your smile. He admired your ability to make people laugh quickly. He admired you.
He loved everything about you. From the way you talked, to the way you'd laugh whenever you were nervous or if you were in an awkward situation. He wasn't new to his feelings he embraced them, accepted them. He loved you and why should he hide that?
Five was incredibly grateful for you. He watched you with a smile on his face whenever you interacted with any of his siblings. He watched you with a smile on his face while you played with Diego's knives and often had to step in to pry you away from him.
He simply couldn't get enough of you. He knew your every part like the back of his hand. You were there when you comforted him about his painful breakup with Dolores. You were with him throughout it all, even the times he broke down from being tired.
Yet you were so oblivious. So oblivious to his clear feelings. It was as if you both were waiting for someone to make a move, the pride eating up your insides. It was a simple answer, you didn't know. Five wasn't clear about his feelings, he always would say his flirtatious comments toward you in a joking manner.
You saw it all with Five, from his teenage body to his older body. You both would often share one bed whenever there wasn't any left, would you still call that friends? You both acted as if you were a couple, would you still call that friends? You both would finish each other's sentences when someone couldn't find the right words to say, would you still call that as friends?
You chose to be that way. Oblivious until he confessed.
The Hargreeves siblings loved you, so far as to call you a new addition to their family, a new sibling. Five would immediately turn them down, offering a new way to call you their own.
“Ooh! What about a new sibling?” Klaus suggested from the couch, as he played with your hair that was sprawled out all across his lap. A wide smile immediately makes its way onto your face. “I like the sound of that.”
Five watched the whole interaction from the pillar his whole body leaned on, both of his hands in his pockets. He made his way in front of you and Klaus, a scowl on his face. “I don't like the sound of that. Absolutely not!” His hand already pulling you away from Klaus' warm body.
The others watched with a smile on their faces it was obvious to everyone but you that Five had some sort of attraction to you one way or another. “Why? Does it bother you?” Allison spoke out, pouring herself an alcoholic drink.
Five looked over to you, then to his hand that was intertwined with yours as you watched his every move. “Who would want to have Y/n as a sibling?” His hand immediately dropped next to his shorts that displayed his pasty knees as you happily made your way back to Klaus. Five, on the other hand, wasn't pleased.
A chorus of “I do's” filled the living room, answering Five's question. They really did, and they would have you as a part of their family in no time. They weren't perfect, but that was what made them interesting.
Five was frustrated with you. Even though he knew it was his fault that there wasn't something happening between the two of you.
And the moment you stepped out of that elevator, with your best attire, he lost it. You looked so amazing and he couldn't quite literally take his hands off you. His hands were all over the place. It didn't matter if it was on your thigh, on your head, or whether it was snaked around your waist. He couldn't get enough of you.
Five were intoxicated by both the alcoholic drink and your scent. He watched you with a smile on his face as you drunkenly danced on the slippery dance floor with his enemy that he grew to love, Lila. He watched you with a smile on his face as he watched you give out your speech to the newlyweds, but he couldn't hear anything that you said on that stage, because all he could stare at was you.
“Dance with me.” Five brought out a hand for you to take. It wasn't a question for you to answer, it was him forcing you to do it with him. He had enough alcohol in his body to make a move on you.
With a nod, you do as he pleases. Both hands wrapped around his nape while his both hands wrapped around your waist. Your mind thought back to the times you had to pretend and be a couple with Five while on a mission, and some even led to both of you swaying to the music, forgetting about the task at hand for a moment.
“Who knew Luther was the first one to get married out of all of us?” A laugh left your lips. The laugh he could never get tired of hearing.
“I thought I'd be the first one, with Dolores and all.” He rolled his eyes with a slight smile on his lips.
“I love weddings, but I'm the one always attending y'know?” It was a dream of yours. To be wedded at a beach or a garden with only a few family members and friends invited.
Comfortable silence lay steadily between the both of you, soft murmurs of people gossiping and the soft instrumental was the only music heard. It didn't occur to you that you and Five were the only ones on the dance floor. Not that you and Five cared. Time went incredibly slow when you were with him. You somehow wired your brain into thinking that he slows it down for you.
“Can I tell you something?” Five nervously tapped his foot on the floor, completely halting his movements.
“Of course, you can! I'm your friend, what happened?” A slight pang was delivered to his heart at your words. A friend is what you viewed him. Nothing more, nothing less.
He quickly blinked your body in a more secluded area, away from all the stares his siblings gave him that made him uncomfortable. He swore that he could hear Klaus shout a “They're finally doing it. Took them long enough.” before he blinked.
“Could never get used to that.” You could feel the food you ate earlier traveling up to your esophagus as you gagged.
“Did it ever occur to you that I'm more than just your friend?” He leaned back on the wallpaper covered with gorgeous leaves as he stared at you for what felt like an eternity.
Of course, you did. You never accepted your feelings, as opposed to Five who did. You never accepted any kind of romantic love that was thrown at you. Genuinely thinking that you weren't deserving of such type of love.
With your silence, Five continued. “We both know it.”
You sighed, sitting down on the floor in front of him, parallel to his position. “Know what?”
“Don't act so innocent.” He scoffed in disbelief at your words.
He mirrored your actions, the tip of his shoes touching the tip of yours. “I'm not, Five.”
“Bullshit.”
“I'm saying, there's nothing there.” Lies.
“That wouldn't explain anything.”
“Why do you care so much?” By now, both of you were standing up, faces mere inches from each other. His hot breath with a tinge of alcohol fanning your cheeks.
“Because I love you.” He took a pause. “Isn't that hard to understand?” He let out a sigh of relief from his confession, a weight instantly leaving his chest as he looked at your face for hints.
“Why would I even ask that question in the first place?” His voice a whisper, only for you to hear.
“Why would you think that I was dumb enough to not realize?” A wide smile breaking onto your face.
Five scanned your face once more, before mirroring the wide smile you had on yours. Your hands gently cupping his face, a thumb gliding across his cheek. “Dumbass.” Your voice high-pitched at the excitement.
“Your dumbass.” His voice slightly muffled from the kiss you gave him.
A/N: HELLO, I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON PART 2 OF FORGET ME NOT, SO I WON'T BE ABLE TO TEND TO YOUR REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT. ALSO, HAPPY 400 FOLLOWERS !
In a world where the way to find your soulmate is if they feel themselves getting warmer, their other pair was near. It was a frantic world, with people searching for their partners left and right. The people got great exercise, for sure, but it was chaotic, to say the least.
Unfortunately, some people didn't get to see their partners. All sense of cold or warmth would be erased if a person's pair had already died. It was a cruel world that everyone lived in. A sense of warmth and cold was given to everyone by the time they reach the legal age.
Some people simply did not dwell on the whole soulmate thing. Believing that if it was their soulmate, they wouldn't have to force themselves and find each other, they will find each other at the right time. One of those people was you, not actively trying to find them.
For years on end, you've never felt the feeling of warmth, only the cold. You went through a phase of doing everything to find your soulmate, walking to every corner of the city, but there was nothing. Up until you moved to a different town, a different environment, with different people. And for the first time in 5 years, you felt a tingling sense of warmth.
“And that is all for today, class.” Five put down the long piece of chalk on his table, his eyes observing the high school students he taught, get their things packed up after a long day.
Five Hargreeves was well known in the school, a genius at 23 years old, fresh out of college. He was incredibly respected, he was good in his craft, and he was also very strict. He's popular among the students, not only because of being amazing at teaching but also for his good looks.
Although his students were afraid of him, some also admired him. Many people often asked him whether or not he had found a soulmate, but he hasn't felt a sense of warmth ever since he was 18. Given, that he didn't actively partake in such, he couldn't help but think that he was destined to not have a soulmate, or that they simply died even before he was 18. Yet one thing was for sure, he felt a glimmer of hope and warmth on the day you arrived.
“Please be sure to give that back, okay?” Your hands gave the history book back to the young girl with glasses, looking as if she was studying for an incredibly hard test. With a nod and a grateful smile, she left your sight
Y/n L/n was new to the town, a sweet woman who handled books for a living. You were quite loved in your job and your co-workers were bearable, contrary to the job you had before. You couldn't help but notice, that the warm feeling truly never faded away. Some days, it was stronger and some days, it was colder but the warmth was still there.
Five's slender right hand pushed the glass doors open, his left hand in his pocket. He was itchy and sticky all over, for some reason, whenever he would pass by the library, the warm feeling would be stronger than ever. Perhaps his soulmate was still in college, studying for their test, or perhaps his soulmate worked there. He didn't know, and he was dying to know.
“Cover for me, will you?” Your palms are sweaty, beads of sweat form all over your body, your clothes sticking on your skin, and the heat becomes unbearable.
Five itched all over his body, his suit becoming unbearable from the heat. He looked around the place, the air conditioning working perfectly fine. He was sure they were close, it was a new feeling.
Deanna, the other librarian glanced toward your state, your hand frantically fanning your face in an attempt to stop the heat. She was excited for you, it clearly meant that your soulmate was near, one way or another. “Of course, why?” a cheeky smile on her face, knowing her friends antics.
“No reason.” Your legs already making their way to the nearest comfort room, just then, the warm feeling died down a little bit.
Deanna laughed to herself quietly, as a man approached her with a math book in hand. Five had probably read every math book there was, the math book in his hand was the book he had read 5 times now, he just wanted an excuse to get closer to where the warmth originated from. Yet he couldn't help but notice the fact that the warmth slightly faded away.
A frown made its way on his face, while a wide smile on her face was plastered. His hands handed over the book, letting her do what she had to do. It was as if his soulmate was scared enough to get as far away from him as possible.
You were scared, it wasn't normal for the heat to get this hot. Deep down you knew, they were inside the library, and you weren't ready to face whoever it was.
The heels of your shoe clinked as your feet walked across the school's tiled floors, nervously tapping your fingers on the skirt that you wore. It was time to know whether the first choice you had in mind was cut out for you.
Five doodled on his paper, already finished grading his student's test papers. He dwelled in their confused and sometimes focused faces as they aimlessly wrote whatever they had in mind.
With your name being called, it was your time to know if you were the new librarian.
With Five's name being called, it was his time to go inside the principal's office.
You sat down.
Five sat down.
“I'm sorry to inform you, but we think you're not cut out for this position.”
“I'm pleased with your performance. Keep it up.
Five simply nods at the principal.
“Oh, and by the way, there's a new librarian. She's coming next Monday.”
Monday rolled around, and the heat became unbearable ever since you stepped foot into the school that you applied for. You were sure, they were here. Somewhere around here was a math teacher sweating buckets. Of course, you were scared.
Five pieced everything all together the moment you walked in on Monday. A new person coming in, coincidentally making the atmosphere hotter than it usually was for him. He knew it all, but he didn't dare to even look in your eyes. He, too, was scared.
He often glanced for a millisecond, before turning away before you could catch him. There were small interactions, all of which became overwhelming for him.
The moment someone touches their soulmate, it would become scorching hot, before stopping completely and making them feel at ease. Some people said it was the best feeling there was, finally being with their partners. Yet some people also said that it was terrifying.
Your hands skillfully fixed all the books in order, something you've done in the past 10 minutes or so. You loved your job, but it could also get boring at times. Just then, your senses were off the roof, warmth enveloping your whole body.
“I want to borrow this book.” His voice intimidating as his whole body itched and burned. Five was taking the risk. If someone had to do it, he'd have the pleasure.
Your eyes glanced over to the man, a scowl on his face as he scratched the exposed skin on his wrist while you did the same. It burned everywhere. Just as he was giving you the book, your hands brushed against each other, the burning feeling fading away.
The feeling of relief that washed over the both of you was indescribable. Your head spinning. You had finally found him, and he finally found you. After so many years of hope, many years of disappointment. You finally found him. It felt surreal, it felt as if you were on cloud nine.
He smirked as he watched your face contort into different expressions. He watched your every move in anticipation, wanting to know what you'd say next. Your mind racked with different ways to greet the said man that was looking at you with a soft expression on his face.
May I request Five from tua angst with fluff hcs of what he would do when he accidentally snapped at his fem s/o (even tho she didn’t do anything) because he was really mad about smth else?
FIVE ACCIDENTALLY SNAPS AT THE READER !
FIVE HARGREEVES X FEM!READER PAIRING !
FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !
Five's mind was constantly filled with you, and ways to solve the new apocalypse.
Five also became meaner than usual, if that was possible.
And so he was restless, tired from all the traveling he did to find answers.
He shuts you out completely, claiming that he wanted to be alone to think.
Of course, you let him.
He accidentally snaps at you after he couldn't find answers as to who owned the glass eye.
The moment he sees your face he is absolutely mortified.
He will do anything to win you back.
He would say so many sorry's until you forgive him.
