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Weakness of Love | Tom Hiddleston Part I

"The feelings I had for that girl were so intense that my dark soul, completely sunk in sin, never stopped longing for her."

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**Warnings**: Age Gap (17/late 30s, Trauma, The Idea of ​​Sexuality, Family Issues, MDNI, Sinful Thoughts, Obsession, Defamation, Manupilation, Toxic Relationship, Language!

Comparing: Tom Hiddleston (a little different from real life) x Reader

A/N: It is a psychological book experiment. It was inspired by the book Lolita and started to be written. Although there will be no +18 parts, I recommend that adults read it.

Although I find this situation very strange, the story contains my own fantasy. In order not to be a bad example and to ease my conscience, I want to tell you why I wrote this story.

Some girls cannot fill the fatherly love in their hearts because they have not received the necessary attention, affection and love from their fathers since they were little. There is always a void inside them. Therefore, as they get older, the men they like are at least 12 years older than them. They are interested in men who they can see as the perfect father figure. I am one of them, unfortunately. If the story I wrote will inspire you in your love life, do not read it, and if you do, know that what I have written should only remain in your imagination. My purpose in writing is only to fill the void inside me by writing. To pour my heart out, to relax in this way. You will notice as you read, the character in the story will do whatever a parent should do.

A/N 2: English is not my native language. I am just trying to improve my writing skills. So I apologize for any mistakes I made.

London, the elegant city where I was born and which taught me life. Elegant; is the most beautiful adjective I can attribute to London streets because they are afraid of ostentation and build walls between themselves and people. The woman who appeared as if she wanted to cause mischief to this elegance appeared before me in such a perfection that no literary term could help me describe her.

I was walking quickly along the pavements of Dorset Street when my phone rang. It was my friend Hadley Fraser, who would be my partner in my new play. I would never answer that phone. He was talking about a change to the script, which was directly related to the character I would be playing. I was about to meet the love of my life in the bakery I was about to enter. Damn my luck! When I opened the French blue door of the bakery and walked in, she was sitting at one of the tables sipping her tea. Then she tucked a strand of her short, ombred brown hair behind her ear; as she did so, I witnessed her rosy rose lipstick smirking at me. I don't even want to think about how I looked from the outside, looking at her like a curious child. Still, this had laid the groundwork for the step I was about to take to meet the woman.

Everything happened so quickly. I was ordering from the man behind the counter to grab a quick bite to eat on my way to the opera house. Meanwhile, my friend behind the phone, who was trying to keep me informed, was talking snarkily at me for interrupting him. He was one of my close friends. Even though I didn't like people, I patiently tolerated what they said because it all came down to money. After all, as an experienced artist who had become famous with the character of Loki, I would receive a good fee for my art that I would exhibit in the theater. But as they say; "All's fair in love and war." Here I experienced the meaning of this saying concretely.

When I caught a glimpse of Dreamgirl, I saw her push the back of her leg out of the chair she was sitting in, stand up, and head for the door. At that moment, I realized my heart was beating so hard it was breaking my ribcage. Hadley’s voice carried the titillating melody of the bagpipes to my ears. I hung up the phone, grimacing. I didn’t care about the order anyway. As soon as My Dreamgirl left the bakery, I followed her. I started following her in Sherlock's style, when she turned around unexpectedly. Her eyes were looking at me with concern, as if they belied the grin on her lips. That's how I met my beautiful Tiffany.

When a relationship takes place, the side that is afraid of losing and tries to find as convincing excuses as possible for the dark nature of their lover is the side that loves hopelessly. When a lover realizes that the other party has a weakness, they start using it. I was the one with the weakness in the passionate relationship I had with Tiffany. When I realized this, we were six months into our relationship; that's the period when you get an idea of ​​where the relationship is going. What I'm really interested in here is not the course of our relationship, but how it helped me see how the traumas I've experienced over time affected my pleasures. I slowly and unconsciously started doing everything I said I would never do. The first step towards this was taken with my sexual desires for a girl who was as old as her father.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, I remember. Tiffany and I just passed our sixth month. That's when it all started.

I was madly in love with her. Beautiful women like her, who know what they want, are every man's dream.

I was proud of her for the art exhibitions she organized. Prominent people from all over England would come from all over the country just to buy her paintings. Her works were priceless and even put up for auction. As a famous actor, it would be fitting for me to be with such a wonderful woman. When we entered a place, I knew that all eyes were on us. Usually, there were shapeless beauties who gave the impression of the famous bell-ringer Quasimodo character next to women as beautiful as her. Frankly, I cannot be modest about this. I am 1.87 m tall compared to Tiffany's 1.75 m tall; I have broad shoulders compared to her round and elegant features; I have bony, elegant features. The bony features of my face and body perfectly match the qualities that men desire from women. Of course, all these observations come from being the spokesperson for so many beautiful women I have been with.

Speaking of women; it turns out Tiffany can't see the miraculous harmony I see in us. The only reason she's with me is because she can't get rid of her ex. If she can convince him that she has a perfect relationship physically and mentally and prove that she's over him, then she'll let him go. So my place in this relationship hasn't gone beyond being his savior, unfortunately. I couldn't go any further than that in people's lives anyway. Adult people's emotions polluted by logic were the ultimate level of unscrupulousness. Sometimes I gave them my money, sometimes I let them steal my valuable time and abuse my feelings. But when it was my turn to ask for a favor, I was always left alone. I wish I had the power to change a person. But how do you place love in a heart covered in tar? There is no reason for heart and tar to be in the same sentence; unless someone came and smeared that tar there. So when does the heart exist in its pure and clean, unblemished state? Of course, in childhood and adolescence. No matter how cruel the evils we encounter as children are, we continue to hope until adulthood, and hope begins to disappear after adolescence; tar begins to multiply and occupy the place of the wall of love.

The love trilogy that Tiffany had created and 'really' built in her own mind had created irreversible cracks in our relationship. It was nothing new for a woman I loved and cared for so much to disappoint me; I was used to it. I had developed a defense mechanism against such situations in my youth. While I thought that my love injuries improved people, I also assumed that it was a twist of life. But as someone who has just turned forty, such excitements have become stale. As a person matures, they get tired; the lessons of life appear as badges of pride around the forehead and the corners of the eyes; I wear them proudly. Of course, it is my duty to apply what I have learned from life as the reason for earning this badge.

Tiffany's faceless attitude left the same old coin aroma in my mouth that I had tasted when I was little. I was regretted being with her. My apparent loneliness had arrogantly confronted me and wrapped its suction-cup arms around my neck again. It was whispering the truth of death into my ear, wanting me to retreat into the void with the despair of my life ending in disappointment, and it was making me do it. However, as I always do, I would rise from the ashes again, and I would reunite with my mental self in a renewed way. I have never been someone who has friends. Instead of taking solace in the lives of others, I found a treasure that would grieve with my grief. Tiffany kept apologizing to me and following me around like a tail. She kept telling me how much she loved me and that she couldn't live without me. I left the kitchen with the dullness of my expressions reflecting my weariness. I nearly spilled the tea in the cup I was holding because of her ridiculous behavior.

When I entered the living room, I headed toward the record player cabinet that was adjacent to the wall where the door was. This was the chest of my treasure that I had mentioned earlier. After I took my treasure out of the chest and placed it on the record player, hearing the sound of the first instrument that played - the church organ - served as a branch to hold on to in the emptiness I had fallen into. And I didn't know yet that when I sat on the couch and looked outside, the person whose shadow I only saw was waiting for me, extending his hand from above the branch, to prevent me from falling off the cliff.

I woke up in the morning to the sound of a truck coming from the window. Tiffany wouldn't leave the house no matter how much I chased her away, so I was lying on the couch (I turned my other rooms into a library, office, or hobby room so I wouldn't have guests over). It was quite painful to get up. I went to the window and stuck my head out. I was trying to wake up and understand what was going on around me when I heard a shrill girl's voice. She was carrying a box almost bigger than herself, and was grumbling to the woman I thought was her mother. Well, she was right, of course. The weight of the parcel was unfair to the skinny arms of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl. Well, I couldn't say that the woman looked pleased while carrying the parcel either. Her face was tired, as if she had been running for hours. Her lips were in a line from the pain, her teeth were showing. Finally, they both went into their house and disappeared from sight.

As I was praying that the people moving in next door weren't some ill-mannered nouveau riche, I heard a voice behind me.

"What are those noises? Is someone moving?"

When I turned back and looked in the doorway, there stood Tiffany, with all her shamelessness.

Section note: Since I discuss human psychology and what goes through one's mind in detail and sincerely, you should not expect me to be sensitive.

I knocked on the door, tired of being greeted at the door by a slut who had just returned from the office and thought she was my lover. While I was waiting, I was looking at our new neighbor's house. There was no light in the house except for a dimly lit night lamp in the living room. When my eyes caught the small shadow behind the white curtain, I saw the shadow disappear after the fabric moved sharply. I guess an agent was staying in that house; a high school-aged agent. I grinned to myself and turned my head towards the opened door. My face, which had not grinned inwardly for a long time, returned to its old frown.

I kept telling myself that I had to put an end to this, no matter what. But as soon as I opened the door, she would throw her arms around my neck and greet me cheerfully. Since this echoed throughout the street, I thought she wanted to put pressure on me against our neighbors. When we broke up - and I had already broken up - I would be the bad guy. In such cases, it is easier for men to be blamed in society.

After the show was over quickly and we went inside, Tiffany walked to the dresser in the hallway. The item I had brought from Cairo, worth a fortune, had lost its value as soon as she touched it.

Frowning, I glanced at the envelope she was holding between her freshly manicured fingers. As she handed me the envelope, she said it was an invitation from our new neighbors. I opened the envelope.

"Hello New Life Party!"

Although I'm not someone who normally accepts every invitation - as I said - I was curious about my new neighbors.

The next evening - Saturday - I went with Tiffany to the house where the party was being held. We had a reputation in the business world and in society. I can't describe the attention we got. I felt like Marlon Brando. I can't lie; it flattered me that people were fawning over me. After all, I was the leading actor in world-famous theater plays.

I, who socialized with the grace befitting an English man, could manipulate arrogant businessmen into turning them into my flatterers. So the woman who hosted the party came to greet me with all her affectation. She was asking how I was, talking about how well Tiffany and I got along, and how well I did my job. Suddenly she turned around and pulled her daughter's arm, practically forcing her to meet me. I was so used to people humoring me that this question, indirectly posed to me by her daughter, upset my ego.

"I remember the last time we watched you was in Hamlet, right?"

The girl - unlike the others - was looking me in the eyes boldly. Her mother - I learned her name was Victoria- told her daughter who I was she still staring at me, her eyes never leaving mine. No one could see her, but even though we had just met for the first time, I could feel the coldness of the ego war between us. Still, I admired her courage to not compromise her character; even though I didn't notice it.

As I said, the girl was still a high school student and she was treating the man who was many times older than her and who played the character her peers loved the most like an ordinary person. She didn't change this attitude throughout the party. Moreover, this attitude of the girl seemed very close to me. You know, when a familiar, pleasant smell comes to your nose and you don't smell the same thing next to you. And you try to tell her about your 'experience' but you can't remember what the smell was like. That was it. I couldn't remember who the girl looked like. Until I saw her standing in front of me, offering me types of canapés.

Oh, I remember the dress she wore like it was yesterday. White, satin fabric with floral patterns - that would make you think of heaven when you saw it. It was the lightest shade of pink and it shone brightly on her sun-tanned skin. On the one hand, the trace of her swimsuit trying to hide behind the thin strap of her dress... Her white skin, occupied by her bronze color, left the taste of melting vanilla ice cream on my tongue, and the taste I got still makes a mischievous grin bloom on my lips. That night, I grinned at her involuntarily. Although she was still a young girl, her physique belied my words and was above the elegance of a Renaissance painting.

Although my little darling couldn't understand why I was smiling, his rude attitude disappeared from his face in an instant. He narrowed his eyes and gave me his sincere grin. Then he held out the tray he was holding.

"More crab meat?" she asked. The crab meat was nothing more than a cocktail snack with a toothpick stuck in it. My hand reached for the tray involuntarily, because I was suddenly surprised to realize who she reminded me of.

This person was my childhood sweetheart. We were only thirteen or fourteen when we embarked on a passionate love affair. I was a child of a good family. She was staying in an orphanage. Although we didn’t go to the same schools, our paths would always cross. However, she betrayed me when in our university age and disappeared, disregarding our love. No matter how much I searched, I could never find her. The pain I felt was indescribable. My beautiful Samantha. When I looked at her, I saw the same thing in this girl’s eyes. The same definite expression, the same flirty look, the same sincerity. If I believed in reincarnation, I would have long been convinced that the girl standing in front of me was my Samantha. Fortunately, my real profession was theater. Our most distinctive feature is that we are good talkers. So I had the chance to have a short talk with my little Samanta. Nostalgia surrounded me all over, making me return to my fourteenth year.

I don't know why it took so long, but I finally learned her name. "Lorna!" I repeated her name after she said it, and as it started to leave my throat, I realized how well it suited my tone of voice. Lorna, my Lorna, beautiful Lorna... I felt ridiculously proud to have officially met her. Our bond was established from that moment on.

After the party was over and we returned home, Tiffany, who was feeling empowered by this night - thinking that we were back to our old selves - entered my dressing room while I was changing. The fact that she entered a place that belonged to me like she was stepping on me was the last straw. Especially after Lorna's impulsive behavior, I was inspired and grabbed Tiffany's arms that were hugging me and pushed her body to put her in her place.

It was perhaps the biggest couple fight this neighborhood had ever seen. Tiffany was screaming that she wouldn't leave me as I told her I didn't want her. All I wanted from her was to get the fuck out of here. But she was stubborn and couldn't stomach being left. She was always the one who left.

I never treated her disrespectfully, which she deserved, even though she tested my patience with her impudent behavior. She stormed out of the dressing room in a fit of rage. She went into the living room and started throwing my vases and statues, worth at least twenty thousand dollars, at the wall. I had to restrain myself from physically showing off while every piece of porcelain was shattered into pieces. What was that, was she testing my patience considering my calm personality?

I grabbed her wrist as she was about to throw a figurine I had bought at an auction. I had given her one last chance. I gritted my teeth and locked eyes with her.

"Tiffany, if you're taking your anger out on me over my stuff, go away."

As I acted calmly and understandingly, she continued to come at me. After I freed her wrist from my hand and put the figurine in her hand on the table, she asked me what I meant, pretending not to understand the sentences I had been saying for an hour to leave her. I waited a little longer; then I thought. Why was it me who should pay the price as if I were at fault? I was the one who loved and learned that she was being used! I took a deep breath and shouted with all my might.

"IT MEANS FUCK OFF!"

Saliva was coming out of my lips. I became a monster like a vicious wolf in a power struggle.

I don't understand why people don't take into consideration those who speak respectfully. While I was ashamed of insulting and shouting at a woman, Tiffany had only calmed down this way and left the house without saying anything.

At the end of the beautiful night I had spent, my disgrace had come out, and perhaps my reputation among people had been damaged. Not to mention being the talk of people who are unnecessarily sensitive on social media. After taking a deep breath and calming down, I poured red wine into a glass and went to my bedroom.

As I lay on the white duvet, I still hadn't taken off my pants and shirt that the same color as my duvet.

What I had experienced in one night, and how it brought my past to my mind, had bothered me so much that I had resorted to unbuttoning my shirt to breathe and relax a little. I had brought the glass to my lips, sipped my wine, and unbuttoned it at the same time.

I left my wine glass on the nightstand and turned my attention to the wind that was coming in through the window. At that moment I realized that my window overlooked Lorna's room. That's how I started watching her. Her window was wide and floor-length. It had a French-style balcony. Her desk was on the opposite wall from the window and she was looking at something on the computer. I knew what I was doing was wrong. But I can't describe the emotional relief I felt from being able to watch her. It was like watching Samantha. Her youth and freshness were on Lorna.

After a while, her phone rang. She stood up immediately after answering and started pacing around her room while talking excitedly. She was also looking at her hair, which she had wrapped around her index finger, wondering if it had gotten curly. When she suddenly turned towards the window, our eyes locked. I was so excited that it was hard to decide what to do. I didn't want her to think I was watching her. Well, I was clearly watching her if she hadn't noticed me.

Thinking that the idea of being watched would not please my beauty, I got out of bed as if trying to prove that there was no such thing. My eyes were looking down, trying to prove that I wasn't watching until I got closer to the curtain. Finally, I grabbed the edge of the curtain and involuntarily lifted my head to drag it, but she was still watching me, talking on the phone.

I could vaguely see her leaning on the window railing with her arms, grinning at me through the shadow of her face. I didn't know how to react. A forty-year-old man was taken aback by a young girl; it was unthinkable.

As I drew the curtain completely, ignoring my Lorna, I felt a burning sense of conscience in my heart. It was obvious that she wanted to communicate with me. Yet I somehow felt that it would be wrong to communicate with her. Of course, I knew the reason for this, but at the time it seemed so base that when my mind wanted to bring it to light, I used it in my arrogant spirit to cover up the truth.

I had taken off my clothes and climbed into bed wearing only my underwear. With the cold blanket hugging my warm skin, I was hoping to finally get a good night's sleep when I was startled by a tapping coming from the window sill. Although I didn't pay much attention at first, I lifted my head from the pillow when I heard the tapping a second time. This time, the sound had come from the wall. I frowned suspiciously, waiting for the third tapping, which happened shortly after. The sound had come from the wall again. But whoever caused it didn't hit the same spot on the wall.

Hoping to catch the person who threw rocks at my house, I immediately got out of bed and ran to the window. I thought maybe Tiffany was doing it to bother me. I quickly pulled the curtain aside and let my body hang. But there was no sign. No shadow, no movement. Before I closed the curtain and went to bed, I looked at Lorna's window one last time when the light in her room was turned off. I guess she fell asleep.

Good night, my beauty; good night...

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i rewatched angels of death with friends the other day so i blame that

also this is, like, five pages. 2,659 words. so it’s a long ride. enjoy <3

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Her eyes twitch as she keeps from them from rolling, face blank as she stares at the smug bastard in front of her. For the past… whatever time, he’s been standing in front of her and babbling about some kind of bullshit she totally wasn’t paying attention to. She just wanted to take the stuff she bought and go home, where her psycho waits.

While it would be so easy to just shut him down and walk out, everytime she tries to back out of the conversation he just keeps bringing up more questions and random shit. It’s when he tries to pull off what he thinks as a sly move that she finally was done with that and everything to do with this.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees his hand move, realizing what he wanted to try and do when it slid closer to hers. In one swift move, she pulls her hand from the counter and shoves them into her shorts pockets, giving the guy a disgruntled look. Her shopping bag dangles from one wrist, crinkling as it taps against her thigh.

“Even though this was so ‘fun’, I got better things to do than this.” She says, turning on her heel to walk away- only to be stopped when she sees a familiar man waiting across the street.

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Your stomach feels as if it’s tied into a million knots, and you can’t bring yourself to even touch the plate of fruit Klaus had fetched for you to nibble on as you got ready for the big day. Allison works diligently to perfect your look despite her insistence that you should have just let her hire a professional to get the job done, but you were adamant about keeping everything as simple as possible. Neither you nor Five wanted some big extravagant mess when it came to your ceremony, and if it had been up to you both you would have just settled for a courthouse marriage, but his family wouldn’t have it. You were finally becoming an official Hargreeves, and they deemed it necessary to celebrate with a proper wedding and reception despite the fact that there really would only be about ten guests at most.

You met Five in the apocalyptic ruins of the world while scavenging for food. Despite everyone you knew and cared about perishing in the gale of fire that blanketed the earth, you had miraculously survived. Call it pure luck for being at the right place at the right time, but you had been searching for a flashlight in your underground basement when the moon had been struck, and the reinforced steel structure of the room had kept you from suffering the same fate as everyone around you.

Neither of you trusted each other in the beginning, but you both were smart enough to realize that sticking together was necessary for your survival, and so you put aside your differences to travel the apocalyptic wasteland together. That’s not to say there weren’t times when you got on each others nerves or wanted to strangle him with your bare hands, but with time your partnership evolved into an actual friendship, and perhaps it could have evolved into more if not for the constant distractions that arose during your fight for survival.

Allison accidentally poking your eye with a mascara wand interrupts your moment of reminiscing, and she merely gives you an apologetic smile when you shoot her a look of annoyance in return.

“I told you we should have hired a professional,” she reminds you matter of factly only for you to lightly swat her hand away.

“And I told you I wanted to go down to the courthouse and pick up a sheet cake at the grocery store,” you counter with a raised brow. Sensing defeat, Allison relents with a small sigh and takes a step back to look at her masterpiece.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just our family doesn’t get to do these sorts of things very often, and it’s not every day I get a new sister.”

Your shoulders slump guilty at her admission, and you find yourself now feeling less combative against her than you initially were. Though you mentally are in your 50’s and no longer see a need to have a big wedding to marry a man you’ve known for basically your whole life, you still physically look like a young bride, so it’s only natural for Allison and the rest of Five’s siblings to want to treat you as such. From what Five has told you along with the stories that have been recounted in your presence, their lives have always been less than normal. You of all people can relate to that- growing up in an apocalypse, becoming a glorified secretary for a time-ordinance bureau while your only friend is out on assignments, risking your life to save the world, ending multiple apocalypses. The list could go on forever. They’re only trying to experience normal family milestones, so who are you to get in the way of that.

“No, I’m sorry,” you relent with a remorseful sigh. “I know you’re just trying to be nice, and I’m grateful for how quickly you and your siblings have welcomed me into the family despite how unconventional this all is. I really appreciate it.”

“Good, I’m glad you see it my way,” Allison teases playfully before finishing up the final touches on her masterpiece.

“Knock, knock,” Klaus singsongs from outside your dressing room before letting himself in. Proudly holding up the plastic wrap bag from its hanger, he announces, “Here I am with the dress, and as promised, nothing happened to it under my watch.”

“Thank you, Klaus,” you smile gratefully only for him to return the gesture with an affectionate pinch of your cheek.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I’m just so excited to finally have a little sister!”

“You know I’m technically older than you right?” You retort with a raised brow only for him to press a finger to your lips.

“Shh, don’t ruin this for me,” he gently corrects you before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You don’t miss the way his eyes begin to water at the sight of you with your hair and makeup done, but you’re kind enough not to point it out. Klaus had been the easiest of Five’s siblings to warm up to, always treating you like one of his own and roping you into his mischief despite your fiancé’s protests. The Seance couldn’t even count on one hand how many times you had been there to lend a shoulder for him to cry on when his addiction became too much or offer a supportive hand when his siblings had been less than eager to do so. He adored you, and he could nearly burst with pride at finally being able to call himself your brother.

“Alright, we have thirty minutes left to get you into that dress and down that isle,” Allison announces with a determined clap of her hands before snatching the dress from Klaus. “Are you ready to officially become Mrs. Hargreeves?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you announce with a resigned sigh before immediately being pulled every which way by the two siblings to finish your ensamble.

You can’t wait to get this over with.

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“You nervous?” Viktor whispers with a gentle nudge to Five’s side. Quiet chatter drifts through the air as the handful of guests that are present make conversation to pass the time before the ceremony begins. Neither of you exactly have big families; Five has only ever had his siblings, and your family isn’t exactly supportive of your choice of groom. It’s an intimate affair, but you both prefer it that way.

“Hardly,” he scoffs indignantly, though his need to readjust his tie for the millionth time says otherwise. Five knows that this probably should have happened sooner and promoting you from his partner to his wife has been long overdue. He was honestly surprised you had said yes when he’d finally bit the bullet and asked the question. He loved you, cared for you in a way he never thought possible and in a way that honestly wasn’t quite like him. But you were different, and he hadn’t risked it all trying to end multiple apocalypses just to not marry you once the world was finally safe.

“I’m glad you’re happy, we all are,” his brother notes with a kind smile. “She’s good for you, and she’ll be a good addition to the family.”

Five can’t argue with that. It honestly pains him to think about just how many times you’ve thrown your own life on the line for not just him but his siblings as well. You’ve been there for them even when it wasn’t your responsibility, when they technically weren’t your family yet, even when Five himself wasn’t the best brother to them all. While Five could at times be brash or crude, you were patient and understanding, and this balance helped make their team stronger. You’d make a fine Hargreeves; he wouldn’t be standing here today if that weren’t the case.

Behind the wooden double doors you nervously readjust your veil as you wait for your cue to enter the room. Diego holds your bouquet patiently on your left while Luther fluffs out the skirt of your dress for you on your right. Having no real family present for your big day, you were left without anyone to give you away to your new husband. Diego and Luther had both been eager to throw themselves at the chance to be at your side down the aisle, constantly at each other’s necks arguing over who deserved the right more. Of course, as the bride it was you who got the final say, and the choice couldn’t have been more obvious. You picked them both.

Both men had been put through a lot by your fiancé, from having to carry his drunken form out of a library to dealing with his fits of rage at their inability to meet his deadlines for important tasks, but they had always been kind to you despite the unorthodox nature of your relationship with their brother. Luther had taken several bullets for you before, and Diego hadn’t shied away from being a supportive shoulder to cry on whenever you and Five couldn’t see eye-to-eye. It would feel wrong not to have them both by your side, and they were honored.

“You scared?” Diego questions after noticing your tight grip on his bicep when the music begins. He has to hold back a wince from the way your manicured nails dig into his arm and distracts himself by handing you your bouquet.

“A little,” you answer honestly, harshly swallowing down your nerves when Luther opens the doors for you to walk through.

“You’ve got this,” Diego encourages after pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “If anyone is brave enough to marry my brother, it’s you.”

“Brave or maybe a little insane,” Luther adds under his breath.

You can’t help the small huff of air that pushes past your lips in response to his quip, but you’re given no time to respond as your soon-to-be brother-in-laws escort you to your awaiting husband.

No one can deny how absolutely breath taking you look in your elegantly simple wedding gown, your smile nervous as you make your way towards Five who looks so handsome in his perfectly tailored suit. All day you’ve wanted nothing more than to see him, but now that you’re here you find yourself full of nerves and anxiety.

Luther and Diego give you away at the end of the isle (not without sternly warning Five to take good care of their new sister), and you finally find yourself face-to-face with the man you’ve loved for years.

“You ready for this?” He whispers under his breath as Viktor begins his officiant speech, subtly reaching for your hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

“This won’t be the worst thing we’ve done together,” you note cheekily with a shrug as you hide your smile behind your bouquet, and Five can’t argue with that.

Though his siblings have been better at showing their excitement for this day than you or Five combined, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy to finally be marrying the boy who had been by your side through thick and thin, good and bad, and life and death. Perhaps your love story was a bit unconventional, but unconventionality is a Hargreeves speciality.

You’re going to fit right in.

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Wedding at the End of the World | Five Hargeeves \ F!Reader

Word Count : 3.3k Summary : A reader insert for the episode Wedding at the End of the World. You and Five reminisce on your wedding/proposal before going to Luther and Sloanes wedding. You both go to the wedding with high hopes of a good evening. ( I do not own the Umbrella Academy or any of their characters) Warnings/Tags : Cursing, fluff, alcohol, allusions to sex, mentions of death, use of y/n, Aged up!Five. Not requested.

“How was the bachelor party?” You asked as Five walked into your shared hotel room. He walked over to the bed.

“Wasn’t half bad.” He said with a smug smile. He sunk down onto the mattress untying his shoes. You set your book down on the side table, it wasn’t that interesting anyway. But after stopping the apocalypse twice in the last month you were due some down time. He crawled onto the bed and you accepted him with open arms. At this point in your marriage everything was muscle memory, the way you two always came together. His head rested on your chest, while his arms wrapped around your waist. He relaxed, his whole weight on top of you. Your hand stroked his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

“You know, I don’t regret anything about our wedding day.” He said looking up at you, “but it was nice to have all my brothers together before Luther’s.” He smiled, kissing your wedding ring. A beautiful art deco style band.

“Five Hargreeves,” You said a smile creeping onto your face, “are you going soft on me?” You chuckled as he scoffed.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy spending time with my brothers?” He rolled his eyes, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Whatever you say, old man.” You kissed his head, closing your eyes.

-

“Where are we going?” You giggled as Five pulled you through the outskirts of a vineyard, circa 1972

“You’ll see.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You rolled your eyes following him blindly. He turned through a stone doorway, letting go of your hand. 

You followed him, walking down sandstone steps onto the lawn. The sun was setting, causing an orange glow to reflect on everything. Lavender bushes lined the lawn, Five stood in the middle, a picnic set out before you. You smiled, racing to meet him. He grinned as you threw yourself into his arms, he spun you lightly, your cream sundress flowing around you.

“What is all this?” You asked, your smile all but splitting your face. 

“Happy anniversary,” he said looking down at you through his lashes. You cocked your head to the side.

“You little,” you hit his shoulder softly, “I thought you forgot.” You shook your head.

“I could never.” He said, a hand resting over his heart. You shoved him, he exaggerated his movements, falling to the ground. You tackled him, straddling him between your legs. “The food is going to get cold.” He said in between your kisses.

“Is that really what you’re thinking about?” You laughed pulling your hair away from your face. You sat up, removing yourself from his lap. You kneel in front of the food display, two glasses with a bottle of champagne, a charcuterie board, and for dessert different fruit tarts. Five began to pour you a glass of champagne as you dug in. From the lawn you could see the sun set over the ocean. The bright turquoise waves crashing against each other. 

“You know,” Five started, you turned to look at him, the golden rays shining on him, “you are the best thing to ever happen to me.” He grinned at you, chuckling to himself. 

“Same here,” you grinned, laying your head on his shoulder, “I wish everyday could be like this.” You sighed contentedly watching the sun disappear into the horizon.

“I can’t promise that, but I can promise to love you everyday with no conditions, if you’ll have me.” He said kissing your head. He moved slightly, slipping his hand behind him to pull a box out of his pocket. 

“Five are you?” You asked sitting up.

“Will you marry me, Y/n?” He asked with a nervous smile on his face, you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” You laughed, throwing yourself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you, laughing with you. He put the ring on your finger, tears slipping past his lashes. You cupped his face, kissing him sweetly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running across your lower lip.

“You know, I reserved this villa for two more hours.” He whispered, pulling away from you, a lick of fire behind his eyes.

-

“This is officially worse than the apocalypse.” Five mumbles next to you. You hit him softly, grinning. 

“Oh hush.” You say turning back to Sloane and Luther. Sloane looked breathtaking, they both glided on the dance floor. Drawn to each other like magnets. Unable to be apart, always connected to each other in some way.

“Were we ever like that?” Five asked his nose wrinkling in disgust as his arm snuck around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Who says we aren’t?” You laughed leaning into him, your head resting on his shoulder. He kissed your head, sighing as he watched his brother dance with his bride. 

There was no denying how deeply he felt for you. It was no use, he had tried to bottle up the love he felt for you for years! And yet here you were, nestled in his arms. He still couldn’t quite understand how you had fallen for him. You were heaven on earth, a cool drop of water in the apocalypse. You were nothing like him, pure, kind, empathetic, any man's dream girl.

And you had chosen him. A stubborn, egotistical old man who had (at first) brushed you off without a second glance.

You worked hard, breaking down his walls brick by brick. Like those bricks Five had fallen for you, and hard. His heart had long ago been branded yours with a hot iron. He was only so lucky that you had fallen for him just as hard as he had fallen for you. 

“C'mon Mr. Hargreeves,” you said, detaching yourself from his side, “dance with me.” You asked, reaching your hand out. He smiled softly, taking your hand in his. You could ask him to cut out his heart and give it to you on a silver platter and he would do it. 

“How could I resist Mrs. Hargreeves?” He asked his hand returning to its rightful place at your hip, his other hand holding yours. You both swayed gently to the music, your nose nestled into his neck breathing in his aftershave. You never thought your life would be like this, after all the torture and pain you had been through. You never thought you would have a normal life after that. Well, your life with Five wasn’t exactly normal. You were both stuck in your 20 year old bodies after a mishap time traveling, a couple apocalypses under your belts, and a crazy family to boot. 

But it was your life, he was yours, and you were his. You were happy, content, even if the world was going to end. As long as Five was by your side you could face anything, even the end of it all.

“Oh what am I going to do with you?” You chuckle looking into his green eyes. A smile split his face, creeping all the way to his eyes.

“Anything.” He replied simply before capturing your lips against his. You hummed softly, closing your eyes. The song slowly came to an end, and you both retired to your table. 

There, Five made it very clear that he had one goal for the night. He poured a concoction of alcohol into glasses for the both of you, trying to get you as drunk as he was. You were giddy, the booze making you tingly all over. Every time Five would catch your eye you would giggle and shy away from his gaze. He put his hand on your leg, his fingers slowly inching up your thigh. He was trying to find an excuse to get you both out of this reception and back up into your room. He knew in a blink he could get you back in bed, but how to do it without 1. Drawing suspicion and 2. Without having to hear about how rude it was for you both to leave and effectively killing the mood. Unfortunately for Five, his brother had to cock block him.

"Cinco!" Klaus exclaimed as the two looked over. "Mi hermano! And hermana-in-law.” He lowered his voice smiling at you.

"Oh, god," Five said, chewing loudly. "What do you want?" You giggled while sipping your champagne.

"Listen to me," Klaus said, sitting in front of you, "Dad is upstairs right now with a plan to save everything. So what say you and I pop up to the suite for a little chit chat?"

"Are you like Frick and Frack with the old man now?" Five asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at Klaus.

"Y/n help me out! This dad's different," Klaus defended him. "He's a turtle. Hard on the outside, but all cute and wrinkly and occasionally delicious on the inside." Five took a drink of his champagne 

"Klaus?" Five asked.

"Yeah?"

"Old dogs like me and him never change," Five told him. You rolled your eyes, lightly hitting his shoulder. "It’s true! He has never had our best interests at heart. So, my only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition."

"Sure. Have at it," Klaus said, getting up as Five placed a shot inside another drink.

"I shall!" Five exclaimed taking a shot.

“Y/n what do you think?” After not making any leeway with Five, Klaus turned to you.

“Klaus, can’t you just enjoy the party? No apocalypse talk for one night, please.” You smiled lazily, resting your hand on his velvet suit.

“You’re only getting away with this cause you’re cute, you know that right?” He groaned, rolling his eyes. Five recoiled, a disgusted expression on his face.

“Oh please, it’s not like I’m gonna jump your wife’s bones.” He smirked, “Although Y/n….” He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Klaus, if you would so kindly walk away before I break your arm.” Five clenched his jaw, Klaus recoiled before walking away. “Why do you humor him?” Five asked as you turned to face him.

“Because he’s your brother, and for the most part he’s a good brother.” You said putting your hand on his shoulder looking into his eyes. He avoided your gaze. You smiled before leaning forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, over his two freckles.

“He better not sit here.” Diego said quite loudly drawing your attention away from Five, which he responded with a whine when your lips left his cheek. “I swear to god he better not sit here.”

“What is he doing here?” Ben added, “Who invited him?” Your eyes caught the elephant in the room. Reginald Hargreeves, your father in law. He gave a weird smile which just made the awkward tension in the room ten times worse. You looked back at Five, who gave you a knowing look before shrugging and taking another shot.

Lila and Diego made their way over him, Lilia apparently looking for an introduction.

“You won’t make me do that, right?” Five asked, taking your hand as you watched the somewhat pleasant interaction.

“Small talk with my in-laws is not on my apocalypse bucket list.” You reassured him, laughing. He smiled, “But if you wanted to go over and talk to him, I wouldn’t make you go alone.” He rolled his eyes staring at you.

“I’d rather lick a cheese grater.” You snickered before stealing one of his champagne flutes and downing it.

-

“What is he doing?” You asked as Reginald got up with a flute and a microphone, “oh my god is he going to give a speech?”

“Dear god, let’s hope the kugelblitz takes us before he starts.” Five mumbled before drinking another flute of champagne. You reached out blindly hitting him on his shoulder, you couldn’t look away from the anticipated train wreck in front of you.

“Sloane ever since you were a little girl, I’ve always known you were exceptionally bright. And although I can’t say I know Luther all that well, from the few moments we have shared, it seems you have found yourself an adequate partner.”

“He just called Luther adequate.” Five snickered a grin plastered on his face, you shushed him not wanting to miss any part of the speech. 

“I acknowledge that as a father I was not without my faults. I hope these shortcomings will be seen as only a rough patch on an otherwise verdant lawn.”

You took Five’s hand, giving him a smile. 

“You know for the most part this isn’t a bad speech.” You whispered, “Remember that wedding we went to in 1986?” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“How could I forget? We killed the groom's uncle after the reception.” He said meeting your eyes, a lick of fire in them.

“See! No one has died at this wedding!” You said the alcohol giving you a false sense of confidence.

“Yet.” He reminded you by holding up his flute for you, you raised your own clinking the two glasses. 

“I’m proud to call you my children. Even those whom I raised in a revenant version of myself.” Five leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. You rubbed his back lightly, gauging his reaction. “I hope that tonight we can create a few special memories, in whatever precious little time we have left.” You looked back over at Five, biting your lip slightly. You had a good run, but like Five you were so tired of running.

“So in closing, the sun rises over a lily field. A mother veiled her lips concealed.” Alison stormed off toward the elevator, “the mourners come in droves of black. To bury what their hearts unpack, with shallow breath and time eclipsed.” You looked over at Viktor who was pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. A pain shot through you at his expression. “I pray you miss death's gentle kiss.” He raised his flute to Luther and Sloane.

You sat in silence for a minute, turning your attention back to Five. He had the same pained expression, you grabbed his hand squeezing it. He turned to you, offering you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Diego and Klaus started clapping, “Bravo! Bravo dad!” Klaus said.

“I didn’t think the old man had it in him.” Five whispered to you.

“Guess some old dogs can change.” You offered wrapping your hand around his bicep, pulling yourself closer to him.

“My wife, always the optimist.” He smirked, taking another sip of champagne.

“You love it.” You said resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“That I do.”

You watched as Lila, Diego and Klaus all made their way to the dance floor, Luther and Sloane joining them.

“Come on mister,” you said, pulling yourself to your feet. He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance before taking your hand as you pulled him onto the dance floor. 

-

Slowly you all made your way out to the courtyard. Five draped his suit jacket over your shoulders as you led him to two chairs. He had definitely met his goal for the night. He was fucked up beyond all recognition. You sat next to him, pulling him back into your chest. His cheeks were rosy, a side effect of all the alcohol. His warm hand rested on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your skin. While the bottle he had been nursing was clutched tightly against his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder as you looked up at your impending doom. Was it wrong to say it was beautiful? The swirling reds that danced in the dark sky. The orange string lights casted a glow on all of you, illuminating the otherwise dark courtyard. You pulled the bottle away from Five's lips, taking a drink for yourself. He let out a whine as you pulled it towards your lips.

“Hey guys.” Luther said as Sloane and him sat down. You waved to them as Luther leaned over to say something to Viktor. He put a hand on his back before Diego piped up.

“Oh no, no, no, no!” He said as Ben and Klaus walked over to where you were all seated. 

“Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here!” Five said with a slight crack in his voice gesturing at Ben.

“Hear me out!” Klaus said as a very drunk Ben leaned on him adding a little word here and there.

“The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not- I don’t mean our Ben the nice Ben.” He clarified, “I mean this Ben.” He said pointing back to Ben as he put a bottle to his lips. “The asshole he’s gone now.” 

“Klaus what are you talking about?” Luther asked, looking around at all of you.

“And the man that stands in front of you is new, new Ben.” You watched as Klaus shook Ben, Five winced slightly looking at his two brothers. “And he’s one of us, and he’s a member of the team.” Klaus started chuckling, “and he’s part of the family!”

“Part of the family!” Ben yelled in unison

“And as a welcome gift I suggest we throw him off the roof.” Five smirked before you hit his chest. “What was that for?” He asked, dazed looking up at you.

“Five.” You deadpanned 

“Yeah I’ll help.” Diego said, looking at you two.

“Come on!” Klaus said both of them were hanging off each other.

“You know what, you know what.” Luther said pointing at the two men, “He can stay. He can stay.”

“Why?” Diego asked looking up at Luther

“Cause it’s my wedding day, man. Come on, he can stay.” You giggled as Ben and Klaus stumbled over to you all.

“How many times can he pull the ‘It’s my wedding card’” Five asked, rolling his eyes. 

“As many times as he wants babe” You said kissing his head.

“Barf,” Lilia said looking over at you two, “not you love, just the general idea of anyone finding that little turd attractive.” She said pointing at Five.

You shook your head trying to hide your smile. Five recoiled before looking back at you.

“Stop smiling!” He groaned, his brows furrowed, he looked like an angry toddler. At that you could help laughing, you held his face in your hands.

“Oh baby, don't be upset.” You kissed him before kissing all over his face, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose.

“Ooh woah, holy smokes.” Klaus said, looking up at your impending doom. Five reached for the bottle taking another swig.

“Hey you know something?” Luther said, breaking the silence, “tonight is all I ever really wanted.” A smile spread across your face as you looked at your brother in law.

“To get hitched?” Diego asked 

“Just… everybody coming together when it really matters.” He said, you grabbed Five's hand lightly squeezing it, “one big real family.” He kissed your hair, you all knew that Luther was the only one out of the siblings to have the guts to say what he felt. Suddenly Five moved off of you trying to get to his feet, clutching his stomach. He dry heaved as he almost fell onto his face, barely catching himself.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Everyone yelled leaning away from your stumbling husband.

“Oh I think I’m gonna hurl,” he muttered to himself. 

“Go get your man Y/n.” Diego said as you walked over to Five rubbing his back.

“Actually uh,” Five said, breaking away from your grasp, “I think I’m hungry, see ya guys I’m gonna hit the buffet.” He said stretching out his arms before gesturing inside. You sighed as he stumbled toward the building.

“Is he gonna be ok?” Viktor asked, pointing toward Five with his bottle.

You turned back to find all your siblings chuckling softly.

“I better go after him.” You said pointing behind you, “good night guys.” You waved before following Five inside.

“Night y/n.” Diego said, waving at you.

“We know who isn’t getting screwed tonight!” Klaus said loudly, you only flipped him off before heading inside. After your lovely drunk husband. You wouldn’t trade your family for the world.

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