i'm a sucker for you

This was requested by anon who wanted Diego x Eudora and it’s definitely one of the shortest ones I have ever written and posted but I hope you will still enjoy it? Both of my competition went well but I can’t exactly say the same for my body: a bruised knee, a swollen and scratched cheek, sprained ankle lol but enough about me, thank you for sending in this request!

Closing the door behind him, Diego places the food he had bought on the counter, smiling when he sees that pair of shoes beside his older boots. He looks around the living room and when he finds no one, Diego moves over to the dining hall and a smile appears on his face when he sees his girlfriend of one year, Eudora Patch. However, she has yet to see him and Diego has had enough missions to learn how to sneak around without anyone hearing him, so he does what he is best: sneak towards her and ends up wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Rock melons?” Diego whispers in her ears, catching Eudora by surprise and she almost drops the fruit she had been cutting. Eudora lets out a small yelp and narrows her eyes at him.

“I could have cut myself, Diego!” She hisses as she places the knife on the cutting board, pushing it far away from the two of them as possible. The frown on her face falls, replaced with a smile and she turns her entire body to face Diego, wrapping her own arms around his neck. “How was work today?” She runs her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and Diego smirks as he wraps his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“It’s better now.” Diego murmurs as he leans down, lifting a hand up to Eudora’s chin, pushing her face up so that he can plant his lips on her. Eudora could not even reply as her words are swallowed by Diego’s mouth. She pulls him down and Diego grips her waist, groaning when Eudora tugged on his hair lightly. Diego pulls away, breathing slightly heavily and the smirk on his face widens as he takes in Eudora’s slightly swollen lips, flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. “It’s definitely better now that I have you here with me.”

Eudora chuckles as she shakes her head, dropping her hands to place them on Diego’s waist. “Smooth talker.” She pinches Diego’s side and he rolls his eyes at her, knowing full well that Eudora knows he is not ticklish at all. “You are no fun.”

Diego scoffs playfully. “We have been together for a year and you still think I am ticklish, Eudora. When will you learn?” Diego teases her and Eudora rolls her eyes at his jab.

“Never because everyone has a weak spot and I just have yet to find yours, Diego Hargreeves.” Eudora tells him pointedly and Diego chuckles, lifting a hand to cup her face. He uses his thumb to gently caress her cheek and Diego gives her a small smile, one that never fails to make Eudora’s heart beat wildly.

This was requested by an anon who wanted a FIve soulmate AU and I might make a part two to this because Five doesn’t actually appear in the beginning and I’m quite sorry about that! Thank you for sending in this request!

p/s: I was supposed to post this on Saturday but I forgot so now I’m quickly doing this from my phone! Regular posting starts next week! Thank you!

“Ouch.” Your friend, Vanya, winces when you step into the auditorium and you nod your head, pulling your sweater tighter around you, shivering slightly despite the rather warm air in the auditorium. She wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to her as the two of you head towards the stage. “On a scale of one to ten, how cold are you today?”

You furrow your eyebrows at her question, holding on to your violin case tightly. “About an 8.” You tell her flatly and Vanya shakes her head. The pity looks you have been getting while on your way to college almost made you want to turn around and go back home but as much as you would love to do just that, you absolutely could not. Today is the last day of rehearsals and you really cannot afford to miss this lest you want to mess up your performance tomorrow.

“That’s really bad.” Vanya agrees; she knew how that felt. She had been in the exact situation before she had stumbled upon Leonard, literally (however this is a different story altogether) and Vanya was always seen wearing very, very thick clothes due to how cold she felt all the time. “I hope you can meet your soulmate soon.” Vanya whispers as she releases you from her hold and you smile at her, reaching over to squeeze her hand appreciatively. Vanya smiles back at you and you drop her hand, moving over to where your seat is.

You often wonder where and when you will be able to meet your soulmate. It was not always a guaranteed happy ending (take your mum for example; ever since your dad passed away, she is always feeling a tad bit too warm or a tad bit too cold – there was no in between for her) but despite that, you still want to find out who your soulmate is: mostly because you want to give him or her an earful for always leaving you feeling extremely cold!

There was an instance where you had felt that warmth from being in the same vicinity as you but unfortunately, that day had been one of the very first times you had performed with the team and there was a huge audience. So, you really could not tell where he or she had been at that time. A smile appears on your face as you recall back your first day; that had been where you met Vanya Hargreeves – your best friend forever.

Vanya had been a quiet teen back then but because the two of you played the violin, the both of you always end up staying back together to do more practice and that soon turned in to eating lunch together and occasionally dinner at Griddy’s or at your house. You rarely ever get the chance to go to her house – on the account that Vanya thinks her siblings will scare you away, which you laugh off because Vanya is the sweetest person you have ever met and sure, she has her issues – because honestly you would too if your older sister is a well-known rising actress – but so do you.

Once rehearsal is done, you begin to pack up your violin, feeling less nervous after the satisfying runs the entire team did. Vanya taps you on the shoulder and you smile at her. “I know I promised that we would go out for dinner tonight, but my brother just came back, and can we take a rain check?” She asks you apologetically, bringing her two hands together.

The smile falters from your face and you nod your head, turning to face her. “Which brother?” You ask her; you know Vanya has a few brothers, an older sister and a fraternal twin. “And of course, Vanya; I don’t mind. Family is much more important.” You assure her and Vanya shakes her head, reaching over to hold your hand.

“You are family too, Y/N.” Vanya emphasizes, and you smile at her words. “Five!” She tells you and you nod your head; out of all of her siblings, the only ones you have yet to meet were Luther (because he is an astronaut and is working with NASA) and Five (who never seems to be in the country whenever you happen to be free). “My entire family will be here tomorrow, maybe you can meet them tomorrow.”

You nod your head. “I wouldn’t hold you onto that.” You point out and Vanya chuckles under her breath. “By entire family… you mean?”

“Allison’s here with her family – Patrick and Claire – and Luther is on leave! Five had gone with Mum to visit our grandfather, Pogo in Manchester.” Vanya explains and you nod your head. You have always admired Vanya’s love for her family; whenever she talks about them, you cannot help but feel happy too. You were an only child and only had your mum, so you never really had the privilege of knowing what it feels like to be in a big family. Vanya’s phone beeps a few times and she pick up her phone, looking through the messages. “Oh, Leonard’s here. Do you want Leonard and I to drop you off?”

You nod your head and Vanya smiles at you before she went back to her seat to pick up her violin case. She walks back over to you and you hook your arm around hers and the two of you walk out of the auditorium.

Your cheeks are starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you have been doing the entire time. Your first solo performance had ended, and you were grateful everything had gone smoothly, even the team performance as well. Even if you had placed second (Vanya placed first for the solo performance), you were really happy. Today was different; you had woken up that morning feeling slightly warmer than you had the day before and as the day progresses, you were starting to feel toasty and you had been nervous with anticipation and dread. Pulling back from the hug, you smile at Vanya. “I am so happy for you, V. You deserved that first place!”

Vanya chuckles under her breath, thanking you profusely; she hadn’t exactly expected to win because your performance had been impeccable as always. “Come, meet my family!” Without even waiting for your reply, Vanya pulls your hand and drags you out of the room and in to the hallway where there is a group of people chatting among themselves. The chattering stop the moment Vanya approaches them with you in tow and suddenly, you start to sweat, feeling the temperature rise like crazy and your eyes immediately seek out the two members of Vanya’s family that you have to meet: Luther and Five and your mouth suddenly feels dry. “Everyone, this is my best friend, Y/N and Y/N, you have heard about most of them! This is Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five and Ben.” Vanya introduces and you give them a small smile, before excusing yourself and dragging Vanya with you.

“V, he’s here!” You tell her, eyes wide as you try to ignore the confused looks burning at the back of your head. Now that you are a bit further away, you don’t feel as hot and Vanya takes out her handkerchief, handing it to you upon seeing the sweat on your forehead. “Literally – it’s either Luther or Five!” You hiss at her, starting to panic and Vanya’s eyes widen when she finally registers what you have just said. She looks at her brothers and look at you.

“You did say you’ve been feeling hot too.” Vanya reaches for your hand and she frowns when she realizes just how hot you were. It must have been hard on you to be near her family. “I think you should probably get some rest; you’re looking a tad bit too pale.” Vanya informs you but before you could even say anything, your vision starts to blur, and you are feeling very light-headed and the next thing you know is Vanya screaming your name as you fall.

You wake up to the sound of someone scribbling something and you wince as you try to move your body, slowly opening your eyes. You glance around and realize that you are not in the hospital – like you initially thought – but that you were in someone’s room. “Where am I?” You murmur and turn to look at the person who had been scribbling earlier. To your immense surprise, it is none other than Vanya’s brother, Five.

Five abruptly stops writing and looks at you – his stare so intense you almost forgot about the fact that he might possibly be your soulmate. “I have had people throwing themselves at me but never falling at my feet.” He tells you with a straight face and you furrow your eyebrows but just as you are about to open your mouth to refute, Five speaks once more. “You must be my soulmate.”

This was one of the earlier requests that I actually received and I am sorry it took me a long time to write this because I really had a hard time trying to write it. I hope this was sort of what you wanted? I tried looking up some of the things you mentioned and I just couldn’t fit much of it in the imagine so I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to represent you enough :( but thank you for sending this request in and I hope you enjoy it.

Five had not been expecting anyone to be awake that morning when he went to the kitchen. To his surprise, Diego is actually sitting in the kitchen, reading through the newspaper and if Five was not in a hurry, he probably would have questioned why his brother was awake this early.

Grace turns away from the stove, a smile plastered on her face. “Coffee is ready for you, dear.” She informs him as she hands over the packed lunches that she made prior to Five. Five thank her and Diego places down the newspaper, furrowing his eyebrows at Five.

“Where are you heading off to in that attire?” Diego raises an eyebrow as he scrutinizes Five’s outfit. This is the first time Diego has seen Five in anything that’s not his pressed suits or uniforms. In fact, this is probably the first time Diego has seen Five wearing a hoodie – that looks a tad bit too much like Ben’s – and a cap on top of his head, holding on to his shades and the packed lunches Grace has just given him and Diego looks at his shoes. “What are you up to now?”

Five scoffs as he places the lunches on the table, grabbing a cup to pour coffee in. He thought if he had left early enough, no one (except for Grace and Pogo that is) would be awake but clearly, he had miscalculated. He takes a sip of the coffee and sighs; Grace always makes the best coffee – in fact, Grace is probably the only one who knows how to make a decent cup of coffee in this household.

“If you must know,” Five places the cup down as he stares at his brother. “I am going to watch a game.” He glances at his watch and downs his entire coffee. “And if I stay any longer, I am going to be late.” Five grabs the lunches and nods his head at Grace and Diego before leaving the kitchen, heading upstairs.

Diego looks at Grace who still has the smile on her face. “What game?”

The smile on her face grows the tiniest bit as she turns to look at Diego. “Oh, Five’s girlfriend is playing in a Gaelic football match, so he is off to support Y/N.” Grace had the chance to meet Y/N when Five had made her pick the both of them up from a Cultural Event – there was a lot of traditional Irish music and dancing and Five has never danced so much in his entire life either – (when your car happened to break down) and to her surprise, you had been such a delight to talk to. Grace finds it utterly adorable how when you get nervous or excited, your accent just gets too strong and she just finds it adorable how comfortable Five is with you.

Diego sputters as he sits up straight, staring at his step-mother. “Five has a girlfriend?” He asks incredulously and Grace simply smiles in response and Diego blinks a few times, shaking his head. “I leave this house for a week and I come back to news about Five having a girlfriend.”

“Would you like some breakfast? You seem upset.” Grace offers and Diego huffs before he nods his head. Grace turns back to the stove and Diego picks up the newspaper once more, his mind still reeling over how his younger brother already has a girlfriend and he is still pinning after Eudora Patch.

Five, on the other, cannot believe he is doing this: waking up early in the morning – on a Saturday morning, nonetheless – just so he can support you. But at the same time, Five never once thought he would have an Irish girlfriend so he reckons there’s always a first for everything. In all honesty, Five is really just here to support you because he is after all the world’s best boyfriend TM.

“Five, you actually manage to wake up early!” You call out as soon as you see Five walking in a distance and Five rolls his eyes at your loudness but the smile on his face tells you that he isn’t annoyed, so you meet him halfway, dropping the round ball behind you. You wrap an arm around your boyfriend and Five tenses briefly before he relaxes, hugging you back. (You find it adorable how Five is still slightly uncomfortable with PDA but tries his hardest to get used to it). “I’m surprise you’re here.”

Five shrugs his shoulders as he pulls back, looking at your uniform. He finds it endearing really that all of you are dressed in the colour of Ireland’s flags. Five lifts a hand to brush your baby hair away from your forehead. “It is your first game of the season.” He points out and you grin at him.

When you had mentioned in passing about how you wanted Five to come and support you, you hadn’t actually expected your boyfriend to show up. On top of that, you had not expected him to come along bringing a banner – Five had stayed up to make a banner for you the previous night – and you can feel your heart swelling with too much love for your boyfriend.

“Are you ready?” Five asks you as he drops his hand from your face, and you shrug your shoulders. Half of you is ready while the other half is just filled with nervous jitters. Five lightly knocks his forehead against yours, causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him and Five smirks. “You’ll do well, Y/N. I believe in you.”

The grin on your face was worth saying the cheesy words. Five places a kiss on your temple and the smile on your face simply widens. “You’re awfully affectionate this morning, love.” You tease him and Five rolls his eyes at your jab, causing you to giggle before you press your lips on his cheek. “See you after the game, okay?”

this was definitely inspired by the dream that @lunar-pains had and I decided to pair this up with another request that was sent by anon that wanted a platonic relationship between Five and reader. Hope you enjoy reading this! Thank you for sharing this with me, lunar-pains and thank you anon for sending in the request!

“I think I want the glazed doughnut.” You mutter to yourself as you stare at the doughnuts on display and you can literally feel Five rolling his eyes at you as he leans down beside you to look at the doughnuts on display. “What are you having?”

Five scoffs haughtily, scrunching his nose at your choice. “Certainly not the glazed doughnuts, Y/N.” He tells you pointedly as he scans through the doughnuts; banana crème, apple fritter, Boston crème and there was just so many choices on display and you opted with an extra ordinary doughnut; one that you can get from Griddy’s. “I think I’ll try the Dutch Crumb.” Five tells you and you stick your tongue out at your best friend who merely clicks his tongue in response. “Stop acting like a five-year-old, Y/N.”

You shake your head at his response and glance at the doughnuts once more. There were just too many choices to pick from and you were feeling overwhelmed; if you had all the money in the world and probably the stomach, you would have gotten every single one of these doughnuts but unfortunately, you don’t have the money nor the space for every doughnut. “Okay, fine.” You huff as you straighten, crossing your arms. “I’ll get the vanilla fruity pebbles and since you were harping about my choice, you’re paying for mine, Five.”

Five chuckles under his breath. “Like I was going to ask to you to pay? I was the one who dragged you all the way here.” He points out and you nod your head. He did after all drag you out of bed on a Saturday morning – when the both of you know that the two of you had stayed up until 4AM the previous night, watching movies. Five moves over to the counter, asking for both of your doughnuts and his to be packed into a box. “Keep the change.” He drops a twenty-dollar bill and move over to you. “I have both good and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?”

You look up at Five and furrow your eyebrows. “All that in a few minutes?” You murmur under your breath and Five rolls his eyes and clears his throat. You huff indignantly. “Bad news first and then the good one, please and thank you, kind Sir.” You made a move to grab the doughnuts and Five moves the bag away, grabbing your hand instead and you give him a pointed look.

“Bad news is that we can’t eat here in the embassy – it’s not allowed. Hence, why these doughnuts were only for take-aways.” He explains and you furrow your eyebrows at his explanation. “Good news is I know just the place.” Without waiting for your reply, Five pulls you closer and spatial-jumps. Honestly, if you hadn’t love Five like the brother he is, you probably would have screamed bloody Mary because you really hate it when he brings you along on his spatial jumps.

You drop on your ass, groaning at how disoriented you feel after that jump. You haven’t the faintest idea how Five can do this and make it look very easy. “Sorry about that.” Five looks at you unapologetically as he moves to sit at the stairs. The two of you are currently on the rooftop – of said embassy – and the sun is almost setting as well.

You groan and stand up, glaring at your best friend. “Honestly, you only probably brought us up here because you want to flex at how amazing you look during Golden Hour.” You tease and Five scoffs as he throws the bag of doughnuts that he bought to you, after taking out his own doughnut. Thankfully, you were so used to Five throwing things at you – he says it helps with your reflexes and to be honest, you are winning most of your games because of his crazy idea so you really cannot complain. “Five, you didn’t!!” You squeal when you realize despite harping on your initial choice of getting the glazed doughnut, Five actually bought the doughnut for you.

“I call dibs on being your future child’s godfather.” Five sits down on the stairs and you laugh at his response as you move to sit beside Five. He lightly kicks your back with his foot, and you glare at him but Five merely smirks at you as he begins eating his doughnut.

“Sometimes, I don’t even know why I am friends with you, Five. You are so mean.” You whine as you take out your vanilla fruity pebble doughnut, opting to save the glazed doughnut for last. “Like are you alright, Five? Does your family not give you enough love?”

“Eat your doughnut before I throw it in the bin.” Five orders as he ruffles your hair, messing it up some more. He chuckles at the indignant look you shoot him and smirks. Most people would not understand how the two of you are friends – mostly because the two of you are the exact opposite – but Five finds you very enjoyable and your reaction to most of his actions are often questionable (because instead of getting mad, you just take it all in stride with your occasional kitten-like glares and you are a nice break from his family. “We’re missing something.” Five tells you once he’s done with his doughnut and you look back at him.

“Coffee?” You raise one of your eyebrows – you have yet to see Five drink any coffee today and you are surprised he has gone this long without it. Five shakes his head and stands up but when you made the move to stand up, Five shakes his head once more. “What are you up to now?”

“We’re missing something so stay there. I’ll be back.” Five does not even wait for your reply as he spatial jumps, leaving you on the rooftop with a bag of doughnuts and no idea how to get down. You grumble under your breath as you move up the stairs so that you can see the view even better; might as well enjoy the view while you are up here. You could barely see the sunsets from your apartment, so this was really nice.

True to his words, Five comes back a minute later holding two cones filled with your favourite ice-cream and your eyes widen. “Wow, you are really spoiling me today, Five. What gives? Is the world going to end or something?”

Five shrugs his shoulders as he hands your ice-cream to you. You thank him once more and watch Five He glances at you. “It’s a thanks for putting up with me.” He tells you casually and you laugh as you stand up, throwing an arm over his shoulder and Five narrows his eyes at you. You rub your cheek against him and Five nudges you, causing you to laugh. “Honestly, Y/N, you act more like a child than your actual age, please.”

You laugh and lean back, keeping your arm over his shoulders – Five hates the fact that you are just a few centimetres taller than him. “It’s alright, Five. I love you regardless, bro.” You pat his shoulder and Five sighs, shaking his head at you.

This was requested by anon who wanted reader to comfort Five when he’s upset and I don’t know what happened there. I swear it was supposed to be nice and sweet and short and well, I hope you will still enjoy this regardless! thank you for sending the request.

p/s: sorry if you are still waiting for your requests to be written and posted! i can assure you I will write all of your requests and post them up as soon as I can. thank you for being patient with me!

and thank you so much for the 700 followers! you’re all amazing!!

Everyone who is anyone knows that when Five gets really upset, he is like a walking time-bomb that is seconds away from erupting and every little thing has the potential to set him off and it is really hard to get Five to calm down. He also tends to go on a tangent about every single thing (although fortunately, this only happens every once in a blue moon). Despite that, Five likes to think that he has a very good grip on his own emotions – often bottling it up so he can go through them at a later date – but he also often forgets that he lives in a house full of dysfunctional family members. He hates and loves them and Five can only take so much of them in a day.

Which is why to no one’s surprise but yours, when Five knocks on your bedroom door – you actually expected Five to just climb up the tree and go in through the window because he has done it too many times – you were very surprised. You had been attempting to read some of the poetry you needed to analyse for your assignment the sharp knocks on your door alerted you to your guest. So, you really think your surprise was justified when you open the door to see a tense and fuming Five.

Five is standing in front of you, jaw locked, shoulders tense and you can see the rise and fall of his chest from how quick his breathing is. You immediately scan him, hoping that he did not get dragged into yet another meaningless fight and when you find no injuries on him, you furrow your eyebrows as Five looks at everywhere but you. “Come in, Five.” You step aside, letting your friendwalk in your bedroom and he immediately heads straight to your bed, flopping on his back roughly. “Okay.” You murmur under your breath as you close your bedroom door and slowly turn to look at Five. “Do you want to talk about it or?”

Five only exhales loudly in response as he drops his arm over his eyes and a frown appears on your face as you slowly head over to where your best friend is sprawled on your bed. You sit down beside him and that is when you realize just how upset Five is because he did not even flinch or glare at you when you place your hand on his thigh – Five has this thing weird thing about not wanting people to touch him unless he makes the first move. So, you simply leave your hand there as you try to figure out what you need to do to get Five to feel less upset.

Your eyes fall on your guitar and you look over at Five. You can still see how tense he is and you really hate seeing Five upset. It makes you sad and upset too seeing him act like this – the only other time you had seen him upset had been that time where his adoptive father, Reginald, banned him from travelling for over two weeks and it hadn’t been pretty then either. Your eyes widen when you realize what you had done back then, and you look at your guitar before reaching for it.

Tuning your guitar, you immediately start strumming the strings; you aren’t that good with the guitar just yet, but you aren’t too bad either. So, you decide to play him a song you had just written and begin humming under your breath. Since your song was new, you hadn’t the time yet to actually write the lyrics to your song.

Five drops his arm from his face and he lifts his head slightly to stare at your back. He hadn’t realized just how close you had been sitting – but Five will forgive you just this once because he needed the closeness, the comfort. He had just broken up with his girlfriend – ex-girlfriend, he reminds himself – and his mind had been a mess and their breakup had not been on good terms either. There was a lot of things being mentioned, a lot of youbeing mentioned too and Five just doesn’t understand why almost all of his ex-girlfriends tend to think that he has feelings for you. He rolls his eyes at that and slowly sits up as he listens to the melody; you are humming softly, and a small smile appears on his face. Five finds it adorable how you actually picked up the guitar because he couldn’t – Reginald Hargreeves does not believe in playing instruments that are not part of the orchestra.

A minute later, you finally finish humming and Five lets out a sigh as he continues to stare at you. You place your guitar back to its stand and turn to look at Five. “Do you want to talk about it now?” You ask him as you made yourself very comfortable on your bed and Five shrugs his shoulders.

“There’s nothing much to talk about.” Five mutters but moves his eyes away to look at your pin board. The smile on his face grows slightly bigger when he realizes just how many photos included his face. “We broke up – Delores and me.” Five doesn’t know why he felt the need to clarify it; you had been there when Delores had approached him and asked him out on a date, you had been there too when Five finally asked Delores to be his official girlfriend. In fact, you had been there too when Five couldn’t figure out what he should get for Delores’ birthday (it was always easier when it comes to buying gifts for you because Five pays attention to the things you mention in passing). His eyes widen when he realizes just how involved you are in his life and Five turns to look at you.

Your jaw drops upon hearing the news and you open and close your mouth a few times as you try to figure out how to formulate a response. (Deep down inside, you cannot help but feel happy that Five is single once again but at the same time, you feel sad because you have been pinning after him for the longest time and he has never seen you as anything more than a friend). “Oh.”

The smile drops from his face when he hears your response; Five isn’t sure why he is disappointed to hear your response – he knows that was not what he had wanted to hear from you either. “We didn’t part on good terms.” Five mentions, his fingers twitching slightly, and he looks at his own hands. “Delores made some off-handed comments about you and that just didn’t sit well with me, Y/N.”

“Five… Why would you do that? I thought you liked Delores.” As much as it pained you to say those words, you genuinely thought Five had liked Delores – she had been his longest girlfriend too: they would have had their one-year anniversary in two months. “You should have just ignored what she said about me.” The only person who is not aware of your mutual dislike towards each other is Five. Delores had found out earlier on about you harbouring feelings for Five (although it was bold of her to assume that Five would actually believe anything, she said about you liking him in that way). “Maybe it’s not too late to apologize?”

Five rolls his eyes as he reaches for your hand. He never realizes just how soft your hand feels against his; how come he never notice how both of your hands fit each other? “Yeah, I rather not apologize. What she said was uncalled for, Y/N. It’s fine. I don’t think I was ever in love with Delores anyway. I could have been in love with the idea of being in love with Delores.” He tells you casually as he squeezes your hand.

You furrow your eyebrows at his response and shake your head. Sometimes, the things Five say flies over your head. “I’m not sure what to say to that.” You tell him earnestly, causing Five to chuckle under his breath and he shakes his head.

I’m forever thankful that you guys showed interest in a part two and i wasn’t actually going to write until i rewatched this episode and i hope it’s interesting enough and hope you enjoy it! 

PART ONE

“Harold Jenkins?” Five drops your hand and looks over at his siblings, nodding his head. Allison furrows her eyebrows as she stares down at the sentence on the paper. “Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?” Diego asks, looking over Allison’s shoulders.

You take that chance to stand beside Five as he gulps the remaining drink and throws the cup over his shoulder, wincing slightly when he brings his hand down to his side. “That name sounds oddly familiar.” You murmur to yourself, racking your brain from any information. Five’s siblings are all gathered around Allison as they look at the paper with various different emotions on their faces. So, you lean over towards Five. “Are you alright?”

Five jumps slightly, not expecting to hear a voice in his brain and the frown on his face deepens as he turns to narrow his eyes at you, finally realizing just how close you are standing to him. “How are you doing this?” He mutters quietly, as to not attract his siblings’ attention and you bring a finger up to tap your own forehead.

“I suppose it’s just one of the many side-effects of my advanced telekinesis.” You give him a small smile before looking away from him. Five finds that unfamiliar tug at the back of his head dissipating and his mind is racing a mile a minute – it feels familiar, eerily familiar but it is impossible – it shouldn’t be.

“I don’t know… yet.” Five mutters, still staring at you before turning to look at Diego. “But I do know whoever this Harold Jenkins is – he is responsible for the apocalypse. So, we have to find him, and we have to do it now.”

“How is he connected to what’s going to happen?” Luther asks, looking a tad bit sceptical at the information Five is providing them. Diego steps forward from where he had been standing behind Allison and Klaus.

“Wait, so, you just know his name? That’s it? There’s probably a lot of Jenkinses here.” Diego points out.

Allison shakes her head. “Am I the only one that’s sceptical here?” Allison asks incredulously; not only did Five reappear with you in tow, he also supposedly has a name for whoever’s responsible for the incoming apocalypse. She has better things to do than being here, especially if the world is ending in three days. “I mean, how exactly do you know all about what’s his name?”

“Harold Jenkins.” You speak up, drawing everyone’s attention to you. “That mission was supposed to be sent to Hazel and Cha-Cha, the lunatics that came after Five but Five managed to intercept it before Gloria could send – there are no time for questions right now.” You explain, fingers twitching, and you turn to look at Five when he grunts in pain. You touch his elbow and he shake his head at you, letting you in his mind briefly to let you know that he is fine. “Long story short, they were sent by the Temps Commission to stop Five from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth.”

“The Temps is my former employer.” Five cuts in before anyone else can say anything. “They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen… happens.” Five explains impatiently. “They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days.”

You wished you had the power to rewind back time because after Five’s explanation, his siblings exploded with too many questions. Five grunts under his breath as he lifts his hand up to his lower right abdomen, grimacing in pain. Feeling a little bit irritated at the questions his siblings are throwing out, you lift your fingers to your mouth, letting out the sharpest whistle ever, catching everyone by surprise.

“Look, it’s either we waste time here by answering your questions or we can go find this Harold Jenkins who is responsible for the apocalypse! You want to go back to your daughter, Claire, don’t you?” You narrow your eyes at Allison, causing her to stare at you in surprise. “Five knows about her too and he wants to live long enough to meet her so maybe, we can all do something about the incoming apocalypse instead of panicking.”

“Feisty.” Klaus murmurs weakly as he sits on the sofa. His body doesn’t feel so good and it also feels like it’s on fire too. You shoot him a look and he wave his hand at you weakly, turning over so that he is now laying on his stomach, staring at Five and you. You look away from him to stare at Allison, Diego and Luther.

“Okay, let’s get this bastard.”

“I should have just blink in there and take the file myself.” Five grumbles as he crosses his arms, leaning against the building. You turn to your left and stare at Five who is starting to sweat slightly. “It would have been much quicker.”

You smile slightly, nodding your head in agreement. What Five had said was true – he would have been much faster. Even you would be faster at this point and you weren’t exactly trained in stealth either. “Your family is interesting.”

Five looks up from the ground to stare at you, catching your gaze on him. You simply smile at the look on his face. “Despite the craziness, it’s really nice to have a family to return to.” You tell him earnestly and your conversation with Five is cut short when Allison steps away from the payphone and Diego reappears with a file in hand. Just as Five is about to grab the file from him, Allison takes it from Diego, flipping through the pages. He limps toward Allison, keeping his arms crossed.

“Holy shit.” Allison stares at the photo in disbelief. She knew she should have trusted her gut feeling! Allison lifts up the file and turns it over to show Diego, Five and you. “Harold Jenkins is Leonard Peabody.”

“You know what? It would be nice for people to stick to-“ Five did not even wait for Diego to finish talking as he blinks away and left you standing there, staring at Diego who is clearly annoyed at everybody’s lack of plans. He narrows his eyes at you. “I’m just going to burst through the door.” He mutters under his breath but before you can even refute, Diego smashes through the glass, dropping on his front.

You sigh and lift a hand up, motioning towards the door. You hear the familiar click and Five and Allison appears, staring at Diego. “I was going to tell you I can unlock the door. Jumping through was not necessary.” You point out as Five opens the door for you. You step in and Five closes the door behind you.

“Spread out.” Diego groans as he stands up, brushing off the glass and wood off of his body. “Yell if you, uh… you know, you’re in trouble.” He sighs as he walks away from the three of you, heading in to the living room. “Pipsqueak, you’re with me.” He calls out and you look at Five and Allison who shook their heads and you groan, as you follow after him, grumbling his choice of nickname for you.

You glance around the place, trying to feel the remaining energy that had been in this room and frown. “He was here earlier – seemed like he left in a rush.” You inform Diego who raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’d gladly explain to you just how advanced my telekinesis is but even I don’t know the entire details.” You tell him dryly and this is really one of your biggest regrets ever. Not knowing the full extent of your potentials. Diego shrugs his shoulders and heads over to the kitchen, scrutinizing the poster placed on the fridge. Just as you made the move to follow after him, you hear Allison calling out for everyone.

You walk out of the living room, feeling for Allison’s energy when you realize that she is in the attic. So, you walk up the stairs, Diego behind you and head for the attic, meeting Five who is staring at something with Allison. Your nose scrunches upon smelling something rotten and you step up behind Five. “What are you guys – holy shit.”

There were figurines with their faces burnt off, pop-arts of the entire Hargreeves family with their faces scratched off and some of the things that were pasted on the wall sent shivers down your spine and you nod your head in agreement when Diego mentioned about Harold Jenkins having serious issues. However, because you were standing right behind Five, you heard him gasp and you turn to look at him sharply, seeing him swaying and a second later, Five falls on you, causing you to land on your ass as Five lands on your lap, groaning.

“Five!”

Allison and Diego rushes to the two of you and Allison’s eyes widen when she finally notices the blood seeping through Five’s sweater. “Blood – “ You immediately straighten up when Allison kneels beside you and your eyes zeroed in on the blood.

“His abdomen.” You point out, making sure you don’t shift too much as worry and guilt starts to slowly consume you. You had an inkling that Five had been injured earlier but when he had shrugged you off, you simply put that thought at the back of your head and your heart twinges in pain when Allison lifts up his sweater and you see a shrapnel lodged at his abdomen, oozing blood. “You’re losing far too much blood, Five.” You murmur out loud and Five gasps, eyes losing focus and his head almost slips off of your lap until you used one of your hands to keep him still on your lap.

“Jesus, Five. Why didn’t you say anything?” Diego looks away from Five’s injury to stare at his brother’s face and Five’s breathing is starting to get heavy as he begins to pant from the pain.

“So close.” He groans and all you can do at that time is caress his cheek, trying to take away his pain from him. “You need to keep going…” Five trails off, hand brushing against yours. You swallow the lump in your throat and grab his hand.

“Five?” Allison calls out, shaking his body.

I love you @aliaisreal for this request because i never knew how much i wanted to write a Hogwarts AU until I received your request and I’m not sure if this was what you pictured when you requested it but I hope you still enjoy because I had a lot of fun writing this! 

Everyone that knows you know just how much you adore and love Five Hargreeves, the fifth year Ravenclaw prefect that loves to sit in some secluded corner of the library – also known as your boyfriend of two years. What they didn’t know is just how much Five loves you too – in his own way that is.

Unlike you, the very outspoken and talkative Slytherin, who loves to show your affection to everyone you deem as your close friends, Five is the opposite of you. Growing up in a very dysfunctional family, Five is better at showing his love and affection through his actions, rather than his words. If words were his forte, you probably would have never gotten together with Five because of his very, very sharp words but fortunately, you were able to look past his words and came to adore him just for him.

“Would you look at that?” You speak up over Five’s DADA books and he narrows his eyes at you. You simply give him a cheeky smile as you rest your elbow on the table, with your chin on your hand. “You just made me swoon.” You tell him cheekily and Five’s initial response is to roll his eyes and you probably would have been offended had you not seen the blush creeping on his cheeks, and you giggle into your hand. “Cute.”

Five clicks his tongue, closing his book. “And you’re noisy; you said you wanted to do your Astronomy essay.” He taps his quill on your parchment and you blow a raspberry at him before looking at your own empty paper. Your assignment was due in two days and you barely even started writing. Seeing your lack of motivation, Five sighs and clears his throat. When you didn’t even look at him – lost in your own thoughts – Five reaches over to hook his fingers with yours, causing you to startle out of your train of thoughts and you look at your boyfriend. “Do you want me to help you with your essay?”

You give him a small smile and shake your head; your Professor was very particular, and he will probably give you a Troll the moment he reads it because he hates Slytherins and it also didn’t help that Five is very, very smart. “I’m trying to get a Exceeds Expectations in this class, Five.” You tell him jokingly – getting an Outstanding for Astronomy was not going to happen ever – and Five rolls his eyes before squeezing your fingers.

Five looks at you with a look so soft you often wonder why people never paid attention to how he looks at you; despite being together with Five for two years, people often wonder why you are still together with him and sometimes you wish you can just tell them to wonder why Five would even want to stay with you in the first place but looking at the look of adoration and love in Five’s eyes – they are enough to destroy any doubts you ever had.

“So, next week is the Hogsmeade trip.” Five doesn’t really need to ask you – you loved going to Hogsmeade – because he knows you would have asked him instead, but he really wants to do something for you. “Do you want to go together?”

Your jaw drops slightly and Five flushes as you stare at him unabashedly; this is actually the first time Five has asked you out to Hogsmeade – it’s not that he hasn’t asked you before because he did, multiple of times but it was never the right timing: the first time Five had asked you out to Hogsmeade, you had fallen off of your broom during quidditch and therefore was hospitalized, the second time Five asked you, you were so swamped with assignment, Five ended up staying in and helping you through your assignment, and the list goes on.

“Yes?” You answer him incredulously and Five gives you a small smile, flipping your hand over so that he can actually intertwine his fingers with you and your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling too much. “No quidditch practice next week too!” You tell him, excited to go out on a date with your boyfriend, finally. (Disclaimer: you have gone on multiple dates with Five, just not in Hogsmeade. In fact, when you were hospitalized the first time, Five decided to have a picnic with you and charmed your bed so that the two of you were not disturbed, asked the House Elves to help him prepare some of your favourite comfort food and spent the remaining of the day, trying to cheer you up the best he could).

Five nods his head, caressing your fingers. “Finish your essay then. I heard from Klaus that there is this new café that just recently opened, and I know you love your coffees and desserts.” He informs you as he pushes your parchment towards you. “Let’s start with the fundamentality of the stars – you ought to remember some of these stars or otherwise, I am revoking our star-gazing nights.” Five narrows his eyes at you as he gives you a pointed look.

You chuckle and stick your tongue out at your boyfriend. If people can actually see or hear him right now, they would not be telling you things about how someone else can treat you better because you honestly do not think anyone else can treat you as good as Five does. “Five Hargreeves, who do you take me for? Despite my cunningness, I am actually an intellectual and you better not revoke our star-gazing nights or I’m telling on you to Professor Grace.”

Five rolls his eyes at your answer before he uses his free hand to pinch your nose. “Five!” You hiss and Five smirks at you before he drops his hand from your face. “You are such a meanie sometimes.”

“Don’t make me take 10 points off, Y/N.”