Sleeplessness

AuNote // hi guys, this will be updated as I post more. Happy reading!

Short reads // The short read, Some things never change, Endearing, Boyfriend tax, Setting in a honeymoon

Long reads // Do you think they know?, You’ve changed, He’s definitely mad, You deserve better

The one with // The one with the bloody nose, The one with the accident, The one with the train station

Headcanon // Five Hargreeves in a relationship, Five Hargreeves in a relationship NSFW edition

Requests //

(The other, other short read)

Masterlist

Summary // you fall asleep as Five reads to you.

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As the wind shakes the trees planted outside and droplets of rain patter on your window you stand in front of your small collection of books, skimming over the spines as you decide which one to read, too lost in thought to notice your boyfriend Five stepping behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Can’t decide?” He mumbles, snapping you out of your trance, almost jumping at the sudden sound. Turning your head lightly, you sigh, turning back to the books with a look of frustration “no” you mumble, a small laugh leaving your lips before turning around and resting your head on his chest. Five chuckles at your frustration, tightening his grip around you and kissing you softly on the forehead “okay, do you want me to read to you instead?” He asks, rubbing your waist lightly, you nod softly, a smile prevalent.

Grabbing a blanket you watch as Five sits down on the couch, adjusting before tapping his lap, inviting you to join. You happily sit down, making sure to get comfortable before resting your head on his chest. Giving Five a small nod and smile, he clears his throat and begins to read a book about quantum mechanics, listening careful as his smooth voice and soft heartbeat lull you to sleep.

It’s not long before Five notices you’re asleep, the sounds of your breathing softening. He stops reading out loud, smiling to himself as he shakes his head, pulling the blanket over you more and kissing your forehead. Silently going back to reading he can’t help but think about how cute you look when you sleep.

(That short read)

Masterlist

Summary // Five loves the boyfriend tax.

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You’re all too familiar with the boyfriend tax, the second you have any kind of food in hand it’s as if Five can smell it, he comes straight over and takes a bite as he mumbles “boyfriend tax” with a grin.

There was a time where you tried to protest, you were standing in the kitchen, just finished making a sandwich but before you do anything Five stood in front of you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. You knew what was about to happen, trying moving the plate but it was too late, he took it, took a bite and gave you a kiss, trying not to laugh as he ate. All you could do was stand there in disbelief, how did he even do that? “Love you” he chuckles, pulling you in for a hug as you can’t help but laugh. After a moment you ask “why do you always do that?” A small laugh following as you pull away from Five to look at his face, watching as he thought about it, reaching his hand for the plate again. You playfully slap his hand away, laughing as he pouts.

“I do it because of the boyfriend tax” he states proudly “what the fuck is the boyfriend tax?” You ask, more confused than before, Five shrugs “you make food, I test it for you” he smirks, giving you a small kiss catching your laugh. “So the boyfriend tax is you testing my food?” Laughing as the silliness of it all, he nods “yeah, pretty much” a grin still present on his face. You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head lightly as you grab the plate and head to the island, watching as your boyfriend saunters back off into your bedroom, disappearing as fast as he appeared.

You never really mind the boyfriend tax, it was now quick he was to claim it that amazed you, that and the cheek of him.

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That’s all :)

NSFW edition

(Also just for fun)

Masterlist

- the man’s touch starved so you know he’d have his hands all over you, gripping and pulling you as close as physically possible.

- so much kissing. So fucking much. Lips, face, body doesn’t matter, he’ll kiss you all over repeatedly as he grips parts of your body.

- he would moan so fucking much and you can’t convince me otherwise. Even if it’s just a small moan, he’s making noise and you know it sounds so good.

- adding on to the kissing he would absolutely love eating you out, like love it. He’d be like a man stuck in desert finding water for the first time in days. Moaning the entire time too.

- he definitely loves getting his dick sucked but he’d never force it, asking you repeatedly if you’re sure you want too. But when you do? He’d melt, slipping his hands in your hair and pulling lightly. More moaning of course.

- “You’re such a good girl” enough said.

- loves it slow and soft, he just wants to enjoy the physical contact. Lots of kissing and eye contact when he does, he wants to see you enjoying it.

- will do it rough if you ask but he’s constantly checking if you’re okay and making sure he’s not hurting you. You know he feels guilty afterwards, checking and double checking you’re okay.

- loves dirty talk. You know he loves that shit, you whispering in his ear will always send a shiver down his spine. Nothing gets him harder faster than you whispering in his ear.

- you know he loves to make you moan, he knows all the best ways to get you to. It’s his favourite sound other than your laugh.

- to go with the dirty talk you know this man will fold if you lick his ear or bite it. Same with neck kisses/bites, you know he goes crazy over it.

- daddy issues. Without a doubt this man has major daddy issues. He absolutely loses his fucking mind when you call him daddy. Definitely loves being the dominant one. He is daddy to be fair.

(Just for fun)

Masterlist

- extremely clingy but only behind closed doors. Will absolutely latch himself onto you and refuse to let go because he missed you.

- always smiling/staring at you. Always. To the point his siblings make fun of how much he stares but he just snaps back and carries on.

- head over heels in love but will never admit it to anyone (except you oc).

- he’d be such a gentleman! Opening doors for you, pulling out your chair etc. he’ll do it all with a smile.

- makes little half hearted jabs at you when you’re winding him up but then begs for forgiveness when you sulk because you made him feel bad.

- loves to lay in bed with you on his chest as he plays with your hair and reads to you.

- will lose his shit when someone upsets you, regardless of who. He’s out for blood.

- in constant anxiety that you’ll leave him, he won’t say it but you can tell when he’s following you around and wanting to be close to you.

- jealous as hell. Another man giving you attention? He’s so jealous and he’s terrible at hiding it. You’re his and no one else’s.

- like a true gentleman, he’s very romantic but not in a big expensive restaurants kind of way. In a sets up a picnic to surprise you in the park because he knows you like it kind way.

Part one

Masterlist

Summary // your the sister Five never knew he had, home from the apocalypse he starts to fall for you.

Context // you’re both young teenagers

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“Who’s that?” Five whispers to his six other siblings as they all sit around the kitchen table, unable to peel his eyes away from you as you stand at the counter making the boy’s sandwiches, they all shoot him a confused look, glancing at your back as you hum quietly to yourself. “That- that’s Y/N, Five” Allison answers, pointing in your direction. “That’s your sister”, Five stays silent, watching as you place sandwiches in front of your brothers, almost flustered when you place a peanut butter sandwich in front of him. Unsure if he’s in the right timeline or if he made another miscalculation. He almost looks at you with love in his eyes as you offer him a cup of freshly pressed coffee, clearing his throat he mumbles“thanks” watching as you nod and smile in acknowledgement.

After handing all your brothers their drinks you turn your attention back to the counter, cleaning up the mess that was made. Five took a bite of his sandwich as his siblings sat staring at him, waiting for him to explain where he’s been. “So Five…” Luther speaks, clearly getting frustrated at his brother’s nonchalant attitude, Five puts his sandwich down, taking a sip of coffee and nodding lightly too himself. Allison asks the question you’ve all had since he came home, “Five where have you been?” Looking around at his siblings, he lets out a small sigh “well, I’ve been stuck in the apocalypse for 45 years”. 

You listen as Five explains how made it back, not fully understanding what he’s saying but you understand enough. Your siblings sit silent for a moment, trying to process what has just been said to them before Diego chooses to speak up “that doesn’t make sense” a puzzled and slightly pissed off look on his face, Five is quick to snap back “well, it would make sense if you were smart Diego” you can’t help but giggle at quick remark, turning away so your siblings don’t see, Five saw you, smiling a little wider, happy you enjoyed his remark.

“I’m heading up” you speak, momentarily breaking the tension in the room as Diego loses his temper at his brother. “Okay sweetheart” Klaus coos as you stroll past them, unable to deal with anymore arguments after your fathers funereal.

Sitting on the fire escape you sing softly to yourself, carefully placing a cigarette between your teeth and raising your light. Sparking, you take a long drag, filling your lungs with smoke, tilting your head back and taking it all in. Unable to hear your brother Five climbing out his window and onto the fire escape, a duffle bag on his shoulder, he stops, taking you in for a moment. He can’t help it, you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. “You shouldn’t smoke, your too young” he speaks, startling you, you chuckle at his words. Five smiles to himself, the sound of your laughter sending waves through his body, you watch him, unable to help but notice his outfit change. An oversized suit to his old school uniform, the two of you match. He notices you looking after a moment, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he blushes. Without another word Five steps over you, continuing his journey down the fire escape, you watch him go, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

As the night crept in, you sit on the fire escape once again, cigarette in hand, taking long deep drags as you lose yourself in thought. The sound of a bag falling to the floor brings you back. Startled, you turn your to Fives window, hearing faint heavy breathing, quickly putting out your cigarette you stand, walking over to his window and crouching down. Watching him jumping around his room, a bloody stained uniform temporarily flashing into view, he’s been shot. You tap lightly on his window, a small chuckle leaves your lips as he jumps at the sound. Five sighs, walking towards the window and opening it, clearly stressed.

“Are you okay?” You ask, climbing inside and trailing behind the boy, trying to look at his wound “yeah” he mumbles, picking up a needle and thread. Quickly taking them from his hands and ignoring his protests you usher him to the bed, watching as he begrudgingly complies.

Five watches as you prepare the needle and take a wipe from the first aid kit sat on his desk, you motion for him remove his jacket, watching closely as he does “is it still in there?” You mumble, gently taking his lower arm to look closer, he doesn’t reply for a moment, admiring your soft features and kind nature. “Five?” You ask tilting your head up to look at the flustered boy, he clears his throat and shakes his head “no I took it out” he points to the bedside table, blood soaked bullet fragments laying in a ball of tissue.

You watch closely as Five sighs before nodding, signalling you to begin stitching him up, jerking as you push the needle in. Finishing up the last stitch you mumble “almost done” he nods in acknowledgment, silently celebrating to himself. Cutting the thread you drop the needle on the side table, standing and turning to the first aid kid, grabbing a bandage for Five’s arm, he watches you intently, you’re hypnotic. He feels almost drunk in your presence. You snap him back to reality with a smile, bandage in hand “are you okay?” You ask, noticing him zoning out. He nods, watching as you place the bandage on his arm “thanks for your help princess” you freeze for a moment, sure, your other siblings call you ‘sweetheart’ but you didn’t expect Five to call you that. “No problem” you mumble, stepping back and offering the cute boy a smile “goodnight” you say, turning to the door “goodnight princess.” He says it again, sending waves through your body, you silently leave and head for your room, blushing lightly at the nickname. “Princess”. It sounds so sweet when he says it.

(That other short read)

Masterlist

Summary // Five offers you his hand when you can’t stop fidgeting.

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One thing about Five is that he’s not one for being touched, he’d much rather be left alone, except for you. He’d never admit it or even show it but he loves it when you do, the feeling of your soft warm skin pressed against his, even if only temporary, was heaven to Five. Your touch sent waves through him.

It became a routine for you two, he’d notice you picking at your skin and offer his hand, no words needed. Knowing it’s better for you to mess with his hand then make yourself bleed. You always take it with a smile, almost spacing out as you rub your fingers over his, it was the easiest way to distract you.

It wasn’t always like this, at first he would simply move your hand and give you a look, you’d stop for a while but you’d soon find yourself doing it again, picking even past the point of bleeding, especially when you were anxious. He’d try other things to distract you, from getting your attention to giving you things to fiddle with but it never helped for long. You’d always lose focus and start picking.

It wasn’t until one day when you were both sat in the kitchen, two cups of coffee in front of you as Five reads the newspaper, the radio playing softly in the background. He noticed the picking again, reaching his arm across the table and taking your hand in his. “Don’t do that” he said softly, you sighed, noticing his hand still holding yours, almost immediately messing with his fingers, twisting and bending them lightly, running your fingers up and down his knuckles. He sat silently watching you, smiling to himself, no intention of taking his hand back.

From that day on he always offered his hand when he noticed, a small smile prevalent on his lips. Who knew a deadly assassin had a soft side.

Masterlist

TW // mention of DV

Summary // you spend two weeks aimlessly walking around the academy halls after your fiancé calls off your wedding, Five has enough of your moping around.

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It’s been two weeks since your fiancé called off the wedding, two weeks you moping around the walls of the academy. Refusing to eat or even sleep, all you can do is think about him. Five watches you pass his door for the third time in ten minutes, his frustration growing as he tries to concentrate on his book, “Y/N” you snap back into reality, poking your head back around the door. He sighs, brushing his hair out of his face and leaning back into the chair “please stop pacing” he sounds tired, you feel guilty stressing him out but you can’t help it, the wound is still fresh.

“Sorry” you mumble quietly, scurrying back down the corridor and away from Five’s door, not wanting to bother him anymore. “Y/N, come back” he calls, you stop, freezing for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Y/N?” He calls your name again, making you jump lightly. Running back to his room, you poke your head around his door, a guilty but quizzical look on your face. Five smiles softly “sit down” he mumbles, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitantly comply.

Once you sit down he asks you the question you’ve been dreading for the past two weeks, “is it because of him?” He turns in his chair to face you, resting his hand against his temple, a sympathetic but fed up look on his face. You can barely look in his direction, unable to speak, you nod, feeling the built up emotions finally bubbling over. Unable to stop yourself from crying, you throw your head in your hands and let it out. Crying harder and harder the longer you thought of him, thought of what he’s done to you.

Five let’s out a heavy sigh, standing from his chair and removing his suit jacket. Shaking his head as he walks towards you, you take a deep breath, temporarily stopping the tears and brace for one of his infamous lectures. To your surprise, he doesn’t speak, pulling you into for a silent hug instead. His touch is soft but firm, you almost melt into him, letting the tears stream. He lets you cry it out, unable to ignore his white button up shirt getting wet, “I’m gonna need a new shirt” he mumbles to himself, resting his chin on your head, lightly stroking your back as he does.

One thing about Five is that he hates being touched and touching other people.

You can’t help but let out a small giggle at his comment, sniffling as the tears dry up. Neither of you make an effort to move, Five slowly moves his hand up your back and to your head, lightly stroking your hair as he pulls you in tighter. “You feel better now?” He asks after a moment, slowly loosening his grip and pulling away to face you. You sniff, rubbing the tears from your cheeks as you nod, forcing a small smile “th- thanks Five” you mumble, choking on your words.

Taking a deep breath you turn to face you brother, he’s watching you, a small smile present on his lips but clear sadness in his eyes. “No problem Y/N” he speaks slowly and quietly, sending a small shiver down your spine. “You deserve better, you know that right?” You furrow your brows at his words, to you, your ex was the best, right? “What do you mean?” You ask softly, confused by his words.

Five pulls away from you, turning away and sighing softly “I know Y/N” his words are firm “know what?” You ask, getting more frustrated as your confusion only grows. “I saw him put his hands on you Y/N” you freeze at his sharp words, you were so careful not to let your family know what he did to you. “Remember last month when you two were stood in the foyer arguing?” You nod lightly, your body filling with dread at each word “yeah, I saw everything Y/N”.

“He- he’s not like that, it was a one off” your voice quiet but sad, barely able to find the energy to defend your ex, Five stays silent for a moment, opting to flash you a knowing look, causing you to sink down into yourself, he knows. You didn’t want anyone to know. “Do- do the” he cuts you off, shaking his head “no and I’m not going to tell them” you can’t help but sigh in relief, Five might know but at least the others don’t. “But” he turns to face you once more, a menacing look on his face and a twisted smile “if I ever see that asshole again, I’ll kill him myself” you gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat, knowing he’s not kidding. You smile softly at your sweet but disturbing big brother “thanks Five” you mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder as a laugh escapes your lips. At least he would never hurt you, right?

(the other short read)

Masterlist

Summary // you have another nightmare and go into Five’s room.

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“Five, are you still awake?” You mumble poking your head through Five’s door, he’s sat at his desk, nose deep in a book. He can barely peel his eyes away from the pages to look your way “yeah, you have another nightmare?” He knows you too well.

Ever since you were kids you’d have nightmares and run to Five’s room looking for the comfort of your big brother, he’d always let you in, he’d never admit it but he loved it. “How did you know?” You ask, a small yawn escaping your soft lips, Five smiles to himself, closing his book and turning his attention to you “good guess” he mumbles, a soft chuckle following closely behind.

Five gestures for you to get in his bed, standing from his chair, he watches as you eagerly climb into bed, unable to help but yawn as you do. Five can’t help but smile at your excitement, shaking his head lightly as he follows suit, climbing into bed next to you and laying on his back. You move closer to him, closing the gap as you put your head on his chest, adjusting as he wraps his arm around you, you melt into his warm touch. Listening to his soft heart beat as you slowly drift to sleep. “Some things never change” Five mumbles, leaning over to kiss your forehead, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

Masterlist

NSFW // mention of sex

Summary // Luther catches you and Five as you’re on the way to shower.

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Five stumbles out of your room, his head spinning as he tries to comprehend what just happened. You cheerful skip to the bathroom to shower smiling as you lick your lips, the look on Five’s face as he finished still fresh in your mind. It was so fucking hot. Too engrossed in your own thoughts you don’t even notice Luther walking towards you, a quizzical look on his face as his eyes dart between you and Five, noticing the lipstick marks all over his face, neck and chest.

“What are you guys doing?” Luther asks, snapping you back into reality with a jump, Five breaths deeply “she- she just sucked the life out of me” you can’t help but laugh, you’re not that good, are you? Luther didn’t see the humour in his brothers comment “what does that mean?” He asked, more confused than before, “it means they fucked” Diego pipes up from behind Luther, scaring you all. “Not fucked but she-“ Five stumbles to find the right words, opting to gesture to the previous events, you stand there for a moment in horror, embarrassment hitting you like a truck.

“I’m gonna go shower” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up as you scurry to the bathroom, avoiding eye contract with Diego and Luther, “yeah, I think I’ll join you” Five hums, a grin plastered across his face, you laugh as the others scold him, knowing he wasn’t kidding. “I’ll see you soon” you coo, shooting a wink Five’s way as you shut the bathroom door, ignoring the insuring argument.

//

Masterlist

Summary // it’s your best friends birthday and you decide to celebrate it in the club. Five isn’t a fan of this idea.

//

“Nice dress” Five says, looking you up and down, trying not to show his irritation at the situation. “Thanks Five” you smile, fixing your dress lightly and checking your bag. Keys, phone, purse, lipstick. All there. Letting out a light sigh you give Five one last smile, not noticing him staring, before heading for the door. Ready for a drink.

Bright lights flash in your face, momentarily lighting up the packed dance floor. The birthday girl hands you the 4th shot in the 10 minutes you’ve been there, you chuckle lightly, turning to your friend “again?” The exhaustion evident in your voice. She gives you a bright smile “it’s my birthday, no excuses!” You roll your eyes at the comment, she’s right but that doesn’t mean you can stomach another.

“Come on, let’s dance” you chirp, grabbing your friend by the arm and taking her to the dance floor. You let the music take over, swinging your hips left to right with ease, lowering your body as you do. Rising to your feet, you turn, arms swaying above you as the sound of the bass charges through your body. Completely unaware Five is watching you. As the song comes to an end you begin the slow, feeling your heart beating out of your chest as the bass leaves your body. Letting out a light chuckle you open your eyes, meeting Five’s gaze, your smile drops. He’s definitely mad.

You’ve seen Five angry before, plenty of times, but it was never at you. That’s what scared you the most. He starts to walk towards you, refusing to break eye contact, the panic sets in as you force a smile. “Hey Five, what are you doing here?” You ask sheepishly, like a child in trouble, he chuckles “keeping an eye on you” his words are sweet, even if his tone isn’t. “And for good reason, clearly” he adds, looking around the club. Turning to the birthday girl you flash her a sorry look, preparing to go home and listen to one of Five’s many lectures.

To your surprise, Five doesn’t try to take you home, instead heading to the bar for a drink. You watch as he weaves through the crowd before disappearing entirely. You turn back to your friend, throwing your arms up and jumping in excitement, “can baby stay out for longer?” Your friend mocks you, wrapping her arms around you as she does. “Baby can stay out all night” you laugh, watching her squeal with excitement before demanding more shots. Rolling your eyes, you let her drag you back to the bar, smiling to yourself as you go.

“Happy birthday beautiful” you cheer, raising your shot in the air, clinking cups with your best friend before taking the shot with ease, all the vodka you drank suddenly hitting you like a truck. The room begins the spin, your eyes fluttering. Resting your elbows on the bar you put your head in your hands, taking a deep breath and trying to collect yourself. “Are you okay Y/N?” The birthday girl asks, you nod, lifting yourself back up and facing her “all good, let’s dance” you say with a smile, taking her by the hand and heading back to the dance floor.

Five watches you all night, making sure to remove any unwanted male attention.

The night finally comes to an end, the club is closing and the sun is coming up. All you can think about it food as your friend leads you outside, flinching at the bright sun piercing down on you. “Fuck, how long were we in their?” You ask, not really wanting to know the answer, she laughs, shaking her head “I don’t know and I don’t want to know babe” her words slurred but sweet, you chuckle to yourself. “Where should we go now? I think the bar down the streets still open!” Your friend cheered, taking your hand and pulling you down the street, you stop her and remove her hand “no babe, we should go home” you say, yawning soon after, she gives you a sad nod. You know she’s going to stay out but are thankful you get to go home at least.

The birthday girl leads you to a near by taxi, ushering you in before poking her head in the door “you go home, I’m gonna stay out. Love you!” She cooes, shutting the door before you can protest.

Stumbling through the halls of the academy you try to be as quiet as you can, not wanting to wake your siblings. Turning the corner, you almost jump out of your skin, Five’s stood at the other end of the corridor. You freeze, quickly sobering up, unable look at him. “You’re in big trouble princess” Five’s words are harsh, he’s definitely mad. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, already knowing what the punishment is going to be. Was it worth it?

Masterlist

SPOILER // S4

Summary // you follow Five down the train station but get lost looking for him and stumble across his diner. Will you find your Five or a new one?

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Stepping into the seemingly abandoned train station sent a chill down your spine, the underground is cold and eerie, no one’s around, except for a cockroach scuttling through rubble splayed across the walkway. You’re hesitant to step on the train, unaware of where it might lead but you need to find Five, he can fix the mess, he always does. Sitting down on the cold plastic chairs of the train you anxiously wait, taking a deep breath as the train begins to raw, grey smoke emerging from the tracks. Maybe this was a mistake, you think to yourself staring at the slowly closing train doors but before you could change your mind the doors closed, forcing you to stay sat, watching as the flickering light of the train station flashes brighter and quicker. Surely this will take you to Five.

3 hours and countless, never ending trains later and you were no closer to finding him, only being chased back onto the train by a rat charging straight for you as you step off the platform. You’re starting to lose hope or finding Five, he could be anywhere. That’s when you spot him. Carelessly strolling through the station, blissfully unaware of your presence. “FIVE!” You shout, standing to your feet and running to the train doors, managing to slip through just before they closed again. Five turns to face you, he looks different, he offers you a small smile “Five?” You ask, sadness prevalent in your voice, he silently shakes his head before turning back and walking further into the station.

You stand there in disbelief, you’ve got yourself stranded in a time travelling train station looking for you boyfriend only for him to dismiss and ditch you immediately after. What the fuck Five? You think to yourself, looking around the dusty station.

Heading in the same direction you watched Five go down you soon stumble across a diner “Max’s Delicatessen” the sign is big and bright, you stand there was a moment, trying to come to terms with what you’re seeing. Is this Five’s diner? That is his name. Deciding not to waste another second you walk up to the door and step inside, unable to stop your jaw from dropping as you look around, greeted by a room full of Five’s. These Five’s weren’t yours, although they’re all identical you knew none of them was yours. “What the fuck” you mumble to yourself, ignoring at the Five’s collectively chuckle at your disbelief. “Hey beautiful” one of the many Five’s chirps, stepping towards you with a smile, you watch as the other Five’s scold him, shoo-ing him back to his booth.

Another Five, this one wearing a uniform, carefully approaches you “hi Y/N, we didn’t think you’d ever find this place” he chuckles softly, the other Five’s agree, clearly listening. “Where the fuck am I?” You ask, looking around at all the pictures hanging on the walls, depicting different ways Five’s have tried to stop the apocalypse, “you might want to sit down for this Y/N” his words soft and inviting, you comply, sitting down in a near by booth, watching as he sits across from you. “This diner was built by all the different Five’s from all the different timelines” his words go straight through you, this many Five’s was already enough for you but the idea of the apocalypse being inevitable was too much. Standing from the booth, the Five’s watch, “I- I’m sorry, I can do this. I just want to go home” you turn and head for the door, you’ll find your Five and he’ll know what to do.

You were too caught up in thought to even notice the other Five following you, insuring you don’t get hurt or lost. “Y/N” you jump at the sudden sound of a voice, turning to find him standing in front of you, hands on his pockets and a somber look on his face. “Don’t go, your Five will come here eventually, it’s safer if you wait with us” he’s right, it would be safer but what if Five doesn’t find this place?

Before you have time to react the other Five steps towards you, those sweet eyes making you melt, “I-“ you try to speak but closes the gap between you both and presses his lips to yours, kissing you softly, slowly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling tightly. Stumbling slightly, your lips part, both letting out a small laugh. “Sorry” you mumble after a moment, looking away from the other Five and removing your torso from his. He can’t help but watch you wipe your mouth, biting your lip lightly as you do.

The comfortable silence is cut short when you hear someone clear their throat, looking over you find your Five standing there, disappointed by what he saw, “Five?” You ask, your eyes tearing up “Five I- I didn’t-“ he cuts you off, shaking his head “don’t Y/N” his words full of anger, you step towards him but he put he puts his hand up, stepping back as he does. All you can do is watch as he turns around, heading straight for the train, knowing you’ve just lost your Five forever.

Masterlist

Summary // Five returns from the future apocalypse, you’re happy to see him but he seems different now. What happened to him?

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“Y/N, stop it” Five demands as you storm down the halls of the academy, Five’s been home for a week and all the two of you can do is butt heads. Your once cheeky but sweet brother is now somber and angry, willingly taking his rage out on you at any moment. Brushing off his words you continue to your room, the anger inside you threatening to boil over “just leave me alone, you’re an asshole” you snap back, his cold cruel words still echoing through your mind. He stops following you, silently admitting defeat and watching as you go into your childhood bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

You want to scream and cry. Why is so cruel now? That’s not the Five you know. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you put your head in your hands and let the tears fall down your cheeks, unable to control it.

Knock knock. The sound echoes through your room, stopping silent cries. “What the fuck do you want?” You snap, lifting your head lightly to see Five stood in the doorway, his big doe eyes piercing into you “I- I just wanted to say, I’m sorry Y/N” he words are soft and slow, “you’re right, I am an asshole and I’m sorry” the sweet boy sighs, taking his right hand and rubbing his face. Five was never one for apologising, that would mean admitting he was wrong but he hated to see you cry, especially by his own words. You sigh, tilting your head back lightly as you do, are you still upset? Of course but his sincerity sways you.

Standing from the bed, you push the damp hair out of your face, revealing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. Five apprehensively steps closer, carefully watching you. Taking a deep breath you step forward, raising your arms for a hug, he smiles, pulling his hands from out his pockets and wrapping them around your waist, pulling you in tight. You’ve missed his hugs.

“Stop being such a dick” you mumble after a moment of silence, arms still tightly locked around your brother, he chuckles “I’ll stop but only for you” a grin present across his face. You shake your head and laugh, this is your brother. After a moment of comfortable silence, you reluctantly release your grip. Five grips tighter, confused you look up at your brother, a sweet smile on his face as he scans your face, slowly lifting his hands up from your waist to your face. “Five what are-“ before you could finish that sentence Five kisses you, soft and slowly, you could help but kiss back. It felt too good to stop.

After what felt like forever, your lips part, unable to control the small whimper from escaping your lips. Five chuckles at the sound, watching as you turn away, too embarrassed to look at him. Gently cupping your cheek with his hand Five turns your head back towards him, a soft smile on his sweet lips. “Do you forgive me?” He asks, tilting his head to the side and pouting, you smirk and shake your head. “This time” you mumble, watching as he silently celebrates, “good, you know I hate it when you’re mad”.

The two of you stay silent for a moment, hearing the footsteps of your siblings walking around the halls, your eyes glued to the door as his are glued to you. Once the footsteps disappear you let out a sigh, being too fearful to breath. Five gives you one last kiss, softer than before, you almost melt under his touch as he lets out a breathy laugh. Loosening his grip around your waist you take a step back, putting your hand to your lips as you smile, the taste still lingering. “I should go” Five sighs, clearly wanting to stay, you watch as he turns around and heads for your door. “I’ll see you soon princess” he winks, sending butterflies through you before disappearing back into the halls, all you can do is stand there and count down the minutes till you can do that again. He might be an asshole but he’s your asshole, right?

Masterlist

TW // mention of blood and death

Summary // your boyfriend of 3 years breaks up with you on the evening of your anniversary, you’re devastated, Five is angry.

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You finish up your makeup, dusting powder lightly across your cheeks, singing along to your favourite song. Tonight’s your 3 year anniversary to your boyfriend Mark, he’s taking you to your favourite restaurant. Just the thought alone excites you. Standing from your desk you walk to the closet, almost throwing the doors open as a small squeal leaves your lips. Scanning through the clothes, you find your little black dress, a staple in any woman’s wardrobe. It’s a little short for how nice the restaurant is but it’s your best dress.

Throwing the dress on you quickly start looking for shoes, you know, the ones that match? Before you could find them you noticed your phone going off across the room. It’s probably Mark, you think to yourself, heading the vanity. Looking down at the screen you see your favourite picture of him, smiling up at you, you smile back for a second before picking up the phone. “Hey babe” you chirp eager to hear his voice. “Hey hun” he sounds somber, you frown at the phone “we need to talk” he continues, you furrow your brows, turning and heading to your bedroom window “about tonight?” You ask, starting to lightly bite your nails, Mike stayed silent for a moment before answering “I’m-“ he stutters, trying to catch his breath. “I’m breaking up with you” those 4 little words managed to shatter your entire world in seconds. You stand there, stunned, using all your strength to stay stood, unable to hear his apologies. You manage to mutter a “what?” Just before he hangs up on you, the words still echoing in your mind. How could he do this on your anniversary?

A moment of silence passed as you stay still, staring out of the window, phone still up to your ear. Left with your own thoughts you begin to breakdown, dropping your phone and falling to your knees, tears begin to fall. You don’t care. You sit there and quietly sob, unable to process what just happened.

Knock knock. The sound echoes through your room, the sadness you felt being replaced by anger “FUCK OFF” you scream, hoping whoever it is will take the hint, they did not. Knock knock. There it is again. You quickly stand, ready to rip someone’s head off. Using your telekinetic powers you slam the bedroom door open with ease, revealing a startled Five, the anger in your body quickly disappearing at the sight of your brother.

“What do you want Five?” You ask, tiredness prevalent in your voice. He scans your face, watching as you wipe the tears from your cheeks, smearing your makeup as you do. “I just wanted to say happy anniversary to you and Mark” he forced a smile, you scoffed, fucking Mark. Five steps closer to you, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a small sigh. “What did that asshole do?” He asked, already knowing the answer, you looked at him for a moment, your eyes meeting. Taking a deep breath you try to speak, your words are shaky as the tears begin to fall again, “he- he just broke up with me” you sob, throwing yourself down on the foot of your bed. Five looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger, he hates seeing you cry. Moving closer to the bed, Five pulls you in for a hug, you wrap your arms around him as you cry into his suit jacket, he hugs you tight, gently rubbing your back.

Five stands there, letting you cry it out, trying to ignore your tears seeping into his shirt. He wouldn’t do this for anyone else, he can’t help but fall soft with you. Once the crying subsides you slowly move away from one another, letting out a heavy sigh as you push your now damp hair from your face, done with this night. “Are you alright?” Five asks, startling you slightly, “oh, yeah. I’m fine” you reply looking around the room. He nods knowing you’re lying but nows not the time to argue.

“Hey Y/N” Luther calls you from down the hall, blissfully unaware of what just happened “yeah?” You call back, not wanting to step out your room in this state. He can’t hear you, you try again but to no avail. You stand to your feet with a huff, feeling defeated by the nights events, you drag yourself down the hall as Five follows.

Walking to the top of the stairs that’s when you see him, stood there in the foyer, chatting to Luther with a smug look on his face. “What the fuck do you want Mark?” You ask, anger prevalent in your voice, “I came to tell you that I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean-“ before he could finish the sentence Five appeared behind him, axe in hand. He drove it straight into the back of Marks head. You watched in horror as your brother forcefully pulls the axe out of your ex boyfriends head, watching with glee as the body falls to the floor, bloody beginning to pour out of the open wound. You knew Five didn’t have the best temperament, especially when it came to you but you didn’t he’d go this far.

“What the fuck Five?” You mumble, making your way downstairs and towards the body, watching as the blood pouring out of Mike’s head begins to pool. “What did you do?” You ask more clearly this time, Five stays silent, breathing deeply as he looks down at his prey. Kneeling down in front of your now dead ex, you gently place a hand on his chest. “Five!” Luther finally speaks up, clearly still in shock. “It was an accident” Five mumbles, straightening his blood soaked jacket and lowering the axe. You and Luther watch your brother in disbelief, “this- Five, this is not an accident” Luther stumbles over his words, pointing at the body, you slowly stand to your feet. Stepping over Mike as you go to stand by Five, “it was am accident Luther” you mumble, looking up at him, “Y/N…” he says, unable to understand why you’d go along with something like this, “it was an accident Luther” you snap “help us move him, please” the anger in your voice now gone, you almost plead with your brother. Luther looks back at you, angry at the situation you two got him involved with but hey, that’s what families for, right?

Masterlist

Summary // you’ve been secretly dating Five for a month without suspicion but one morning could change everything.

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Five groans lightly, using his free hand to rub his eyes as his other hand wraps tighter around your waist, the sun seeping through the curtains waking you both. There was nothing you loved more than spending the morning cuddling in bed with Five, it was the only time you two can really be together. No one else in the family knows what you two have been doing, you’ve become so good at hiding it they think the two of you hate each other. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

“We should get up princess” Five mumbles, his voice deep and rough, you loved his morning voice. “No” you mumble back, letting out a chuckle as you bury your head further into his chest. “Yes princess” he chuckles to himself, preparing to get out of bed, you hold onto him tighter moaning at the idea of leaving the bed. He sighs, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, “I know, I’m sorry but at least one of us has to get up” he’s right. You know he’s right. You loosen your grip with a huff, watching as he stands from the bed. Throwing his shirt on and buttoning it up, he turns to you, giving you a soft smile “I know princess but you know what will happen if we stay in bed all day”. One thing about Five is that he’s always right. You hate it. “Fine” you say defeated “I’ll see you tonight?” You ask, looking up at the sweet boy “of course” he coes, turning to face the door as he puts his pants back on. “I’ll see you soon princess” he winks, sending flutters through you, before heading to the door and for the kitchen. You watch him leave, carefully closing the door behind him.

Walking down the hall you start to hear your siblings arguing, you stop, trying to find out what they’re saying. “Just admit it Five, we all know” know what? You think, carefully stepping closer as the argument continues, “I’m not going to admit to anything Allison because there is nothing to admit” Five fires back, you can feel his frustration, “nothing’s going on huh?” Diego pipes up, your interest only increasing “then explain why Klaus saw you two this morning” your heart stopped at his words, you’ve been caught. It was nice whilst it lasted, you thought. “I don’t know what Klaus thinks he saw but he’s high right now” Five snaps back “he doesn’t even know what he saw” he’s mad. Really mad. Klaus scoffs in protest, he is high but he knows what he saw.

The bickering continues some more before you decide you’ve heard enough, you decide to walk in like nothing happened, watching as your family all fall silent and stare as you make your entrance. “Morning” you coo, heading to the coffee maker “what are you all arguing about?” You ask, already knowing the answer, watching as they all become flustered at the question. Silence quickly filling the room, you let out a soft sigh as you pour your coffee. “Well” Luther clears his throat, ignoring Diego’s attempts to silence him “we we’re talking about how…” his words drift off. “Are you two fucking?” Allison asks, folding her arms over her chest as both you and Five choke on your drinks, “Allison!” Diego scolds his sister, you can’t help but chuckle.

“No, we’re not fucking Allison” you snapped back after a moment, shaking your head at the idea. “Is that what you were all arguing about?” You add, looking around the room, no one can make eye contact with you, not even Five. “Maybe” Luther mumbles, looking around at his siblings, you laugh in response, it was the only thing you could think to do. “Why would you all care anyway?” You ask, instantly regretting your choice of words, your siblings all look around before looking to you “because” Allison sighs “because?” You ask, pushing for an answer “because you’re brother and sister, that’s weird!” She shouts, clearly forgetting. You turn to her, a smile prominent on your face. “Oh hunny” you chuckle “those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones” you were right but it was kind of harsh. You watch as the others try not to laugh, holding in your own.

You finish the last of your coffee, taking it in one swig before placing the empty cup in the sink and standing straight. Clearing your throat you wrap your hands around your chest “well” you speak, grabbing everyone’s attention, “since you all think we’re fucking, I guess we might as well do just that”. Allison scoffs as the rest of your family look at you with wide eyes, Five can’t wipe the smug grin off his face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right princess, might as well” his words were like hunny, your body fluttered at the idea. Taking Five’s hand you cheerfully walk to your room, leaving your family pick their jaws up off the floor. Guess there’s no point in hiding it anymore, right?