#and then they wall walk it off like it's nothing lol WHATever.... only luther crawls out of that in one piece i hate them soooo bad

[greatloss]

even overlooking All That, i'm also just bummed their final season was only six episodes instead of ten. we were robbed. they would have just used the extra four to do more wildly ooc things with these beloved characters but they were episodes we deserved..... all four should have just been the roadtrip extended edition idec

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let’s save the world

season two, episode three

five hargreeves x reader

summary: you find vanya and, once again, luther. you also start to question your feelings as others mention your relationship

trigger warnings: obliviousness, cursing, some violence (not really that bad, honestly lol)

word count: 3k

a/n: i know it’s taking forever, but we’re finally boarding the feelings train 😂

you sigh as you blink back into the apartment, seeing diego passed out on the couch with lila over him, fixing up a wound on his abdomen that you assumed he had gotten when he wasn’t in the building to help the both of you when five got pounced on by a baby monkey.

five looks at the man lying on the couch. “oh. he isn’t dead.” he notices, and you sigh softly as you grab a cloth.

lila looks up at the two of you as you hold the fabric over the scratches on the side of his neck, and you grimace as blood soaks through. “disappointed?” she questions, and you glance over to her.

“to see you? always.” he gives a sarcastic grin, and you see her shoulders slump slightly, seeming surprised.

“so much hostility in such a tiny package.” she comments and you grin slightly.

with a chuckle, you set the cloth down. “you’d be surprised. that’s not even the worst of it.” out of the corner of your eye you see him roll his eyes while you search some cabinets for a first aid kit.

“did you cut yourself shaving?” the woman questions, referring to the scratches. “you know, i could teach you to shave like a big boy.”

you can’t help your laugh, but you quickly cover your mouth to silence it when you find the kit, grabbing the antiseptic inside and dousing a clean part of the cloth. “just ran into a family friend.” five informs, glancing towards you, “is that really necessary?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at the wet cloth.

“if you don’t want it to get infected, yes.” you purse your lips as you press it to the still slightly bloody scratches.

you hear a sigh, “you two are so cute.” turning your head, you look at lila with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. she looks between both of you, “you are together, right?”

you’re both silent for a moment, and you’re frozen for a moment as you process the implication. “no.” you both state at the same time, and you finally tear your gaze away from her as you pull the rag away and throw it to the side onto one of the cluttered tables.

“really?” you’re stunned by how shocked she sounds. you give a slow nod, and she hums. “you guys totally act like a couple. like, it’s obvious how much you care about him.”

you don’t know what to say, so you stay quiet as you bite your cheek. you feel that your heartbeat had increased, and you felt like your skin was tingling with the heat you usually associated with your powers- but somehow it wasn’t the same.

you shake your head and turn when you hear someone snoring, seeing that elliott was still tied to the chair, and apparently he had calmed down quite a bit, considering he had fallen fast asleep.

five looks to lila with an eyebrow raised, “you didn’t untie him?”

her gaze flickers from diego’s wound to the man, before she looks at five. “was i supposed to?”

-

you lay on the floor, your hands resting over your stomach as your fingers slowly tap against your forearm. your gaze focused straight up onto the ceiling that had crumbled slightly from the shot it had taken. lost in thought, everything around you fell away as you repeated what lila had said in your head, over and over and over.

you guys totally act like a couple. like, it’s obvious how much you care about him.

your face scrunches up as you think over it, trying to understand what it meant. of course you care about him. he was your closest- and basically only- friend. how did caring about someone mean you had feelings for them?

you’re unable to come up with an answer to your own question, as one of the many screens that elliott sat in front of started to buzz, a red light flashing in time with the sound and shining onto his face.

“hey, we got one.” you quickly push yourself up from your spot on the floor as elliott speaks, rolling across the floor in his chair to another screen. “one of those machines you asked for is going crazy.”

you move behind him to look at the screen, and five comes rushing into the room to look as well. “which one?”

“the, uh, the atmospheric radar.” the man informs, and you watch as the dot to pin point the location of where it had found something pops up, five mumbling something under his breath. “i don’t get it,” elliott glances back at him for a second, “what are you tracking, a hurricane, storm front?”

“sound waves.” five tells him, and suddenly you understand what all of these machines are for. you hadn’t questioned it when five asked for all of them, as he was most definitely the smart one here and you knew you probably wouldn’t get what it was all for, but now, you got the need for them all.

vanya manipulates sound waves, and this was how you could find her. you smirk as elliott repeats what he said under his breath in amazement, grabbing for five’s hand blindly before the both of you blink away.

-

you had found the woman in the middle of a cornfield, which you didn’t appreciate, because in your search for her you had to push through plants taller than you as they smacked you in the face with their leaves.

it was great when you got out, the feeling that bigs had been crawling over your skin was gone. five decided it would be best to go somewhere and explain everything to vanya, as it seemed she didn’t remember much- or, anything, from before landing here. apparently she had lost her memory.

when he suggested you go to a diner or somewhere similar, you immediately lit up, suggesting the place you worked at up until a day or two ago. you had left some stuff in that old apartment that you needed to get anyways, so he easily agreed.

you practically beamed as you walked in, hearing a loud squeal as the door shut behind you. you’re crushed in a hug almost immediately, and you chuckle as stacy begins to ramble on about how much she missed you.

“it’s only been, like, two days.” you tell her with a grin as she finally pulls away, gripping onto your arms as she smiles brightly at you.

“so what?” she bounces on her toes, “i still missed you.” she glances behind her at five and vanya, who had already taken some stools at the counter, margaret pouring them some coffee. “you have to tell me all about the boy. he must be special if you’re willing to go off with him with no warning.”

you’re reminded of what lila had said at elliott’s and you have to stop yourself from drifting off into your thoughts again.

rolling your eyes, you pull her hands off of you, “he’s my friend, and he needed me. nothing special about it. i need to clean out my stuff from upstairs, so don’t say anything stupid, okay?”

she sighs dramatically, “alright, fine. i still don’t believe what you say about him, though.”

“whatever.” you grin as she reluctantly goes back to doing her job, and you wave to your former manager, who smiles at you before you head into the kitchen, towards the door in the back that lead to the staircase up to your apartment- what had been your apartment.

when you open the door, you look around with a soft sigh. you remembered the day margaret had taken you in clearly, as if it was a movie playing on a screen in front of you.

-

you pull off the uniform jacket that you had been wearing for the past week, tossing it into the dumpster that you had been sitting next to for the past three days, curled up next to the wall as you stared up into the sky that you had fallen from, knowing that if anybody was going to be here, they would arrive the same way.

you gave up on that third day, your throat dry having gone days without water, and your stomach growled, feeling as though it had been curling in on itself without anything to fill it. you couldn’t go any longer like this, but you couldn’t prance around in a school uniform that belonged to an academy that didn’t even exist yet, at least not that you knew of.

you also figured that since you had your pistol tucked into your waistband, it would be a good idea to pull your button-up out to cover the weapon, as it wouldn’t be a normal occurrence for a teenage girl walking around with a gun.

walking out onto the street once again, you look around at the buildings that lined the sidewalk, wondering what your best bet would be. you squint as you focus on a cafe, another grumble of your stomach reminding you of your hunger. maybe you could snag a free meal if someone took pity on you, or you could offer up some work in return for one. if it came down to it, you could snatch someone’s wallet without them noticing and find somewhere else.

taking a deep breath, you quickly cross the road before walking into the cafe, glancing around for a moment at the people that sat in the booths or at the circular tables filling the empty space, you bite your lip.

at the counter, you see a nice old lady fixing up a pot of coffee. only a few people filled the stools, and you sigh softly before walking up to the clean counter. “excuse me, miss?”

the woman turns around with the pot of the warm drink in hand, and you of course think of five. how could you not? he ran on coffee. “yes, dear?” she quickly moves to stand on the other side of the counter, placing the pot next to her as she already grabs the notepad from the pocket in her apron. “can i get you anything.”

clearing your throat quietly, you cross your arms over the countertop, leaning over them. “do you know if there’s anywhere nearby that i can stay at for cheap? i- i, uh, don’t really know the area.”

“well, aren’t your parents in town with you?” she questions, pocketing the pad as she tilts her head to the side.

you gulp as you quickly think up a story, looking to the wall behind her for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “i don’t know where they are.” you tell her, trying to sell the story by looking as upset as possible. you really were lost, so you didn’t need to fake that part of the act.

putting her hand over her heart, the lady frowns. “oh, baby. you don’t have any money, do you?” you shake your head, tapping your fingers against your forearm anxiously, “well, lucky for you, we’re shorthanded here, and there’s a place upstairs in need of someone. if you’d like, you can stay here until you find your parents.”

you smile at the offer, glad that you had managed to find such a kind woman. “that would be wonderful, if it’s no bother.”

“oh, of course not.” her lips pull up into a smile, “you must be hungry, would you like something to eat?”

you nearly drool at the thought of finally getting some food in your stomach, and you nod eagerly. “could i get some of that coffee, as well?” you tilt your head towards the pot, and she chuckles softly.

“whatever you need.” she grabs a mug, placing it in front of you and filling it up. “how about some biscuits and gravy? that’ll fill you up.”

“i’ll take whatever you give me.” you take a sip of the drink, feeling it burn your tongue slightly from the temperature, but you couldn’t care less. it would give you the energy you so desperately needed.

only a little while later, a plate of the promised biscuits was placed in front of you, a side plate of some bacon and eggs to go with it. you thank her before practically inhaling all of it, grateful to finally have something in your stomach.

when you were done, the woman introduced herself to be margaret, the manager of the place, and she even introduced the girl who worked day shifts at the place, stacy, before showing you up the stairs to the apartment.

“it’s not much.” the older woman unlocked the door, swinging it open to show the small, dusty apartment. “and it’s in need of some tlc, but i’m sure you’ll easily make it feel like home until it’s no longer needed.”

you step into the room, a small smile on your face. “it’s all i need. thank you for letting me stay here.”

“it’s the least i can do, dear. i’ll let you get settled in, and stacy can show you the ropes of the job once you’re done.”

-

you leave the door open behind you, going to the dresser by the small twin bed against the wall, opening the top drawer.

you pushed the clothes you had tossed in there (most of them stolen), smiling when you see the metallic glint underneath them. pulling out the pistol, you turn it in your hands, nodding slowly to yourself. “i knew i’d need you again.” you mumble softly, setting it on the bed before crouching down by the bed.

blindly searching beneath the wooden frame, you manage to find the one bag you had and pulled it out, hitting it a few times to shake the dirt and dust off. you open it up, slipping the gun into one of the pockets on the side before throwing a few other things inside that you felt you needed.

zipping the bag back up, you sling it over your shoulder and head back to the door, standing in the doorway for a moment to look back at it, before swinging the door shut and going back downstairs.

you walk out of the kitchen just as vanya gets up from her seat and rushes to the phone that hung on the wall. furrowing your eyebrows, you push past the gate at the counter and take the stool next to five. “did you tell her?”

he nods, taking a sip of his coffee. “i did. just- don’t tell her she caused the apocalypse. that won’t go well.”

biting your lip, you nod your head before grabbing the pot of coffee in front of the both of you, filling the empty mug that margaret had left for you. “my lips are sealed.”

it’s quiet for a moment before five looks to you. “do you know why that girl has been staring at me since we came in?” he questions, motioning towards where stacy took the order of a few people sat at a round table, and you can see her quick glances towards where you sat.

shaking your head, you take a sip of the coffee. “just ignore her. she’s... curious.” you chuckle softly as you look at the steam that floated out of your cup.

“curious?” he raises an eyebrow, “curious about what?”

you sigh softly, not wanting to outright say what she had been implying, because it caused too much to swirl around in your mind from what both she and lila had said. it was confusing. “you.”

he tilts his head in confusion, pursing his lips, before shrugging. “alright.” he looks back at where vanya stood at the phone as he finished the rest of his coffee. “this is taking too long.” he sighs heavily, standing from the seat at the counter and you quickly down the rest of what’s in your mug.

he ends the call without a word, and vanya’s eyes widen as whoever she was talking to had been cut off. “what the hell?”

“we don’t have time for this.” he tells her simply.

she still held the phone in her hand as she looked at him in distress, “that was my friend you just hung up on!”

“listen,” you sigh softly, grabbing her arm, “those people in the field are coming for us, and they’re going to keep coming until we’re dead. we can’t waste time.” you can see how upset she is, but you don’t feel bad. you’re just being honest.

five nods, “we need to stick together, figure out how to stop this doomsday. whoever this person is, they can’t be more important than the end of the world.” you let go of her arm as she breathes shakily, “we need to go.”

it’s quiet for a moment before she finally puts the phone back, taking a deep breath as you all leave the cafe.

-

you walked into an arena that you had found to be where luther had been fighting in for a while now, men surrounding the ring as they roared for their bets to win. some had beers in their hand and others waved their money in the air, and you purse your lips as you follow the other two, pushing past people to get into a good spot to see what happens.

as punches are thrown, cheers accompany them, and you have to cover your ears from the volume of it all. it was certainly overwhelming.

luther was in the ring with another man who, surprisingly, matched his size pretty well. you had always thought that with the whole monkey serum, he would be larger than anyone, no matter how tall or how much they lifted, but you now realized it was perhaps your change in size that made him seem so large.

as you lean against the rails that surround the ring, luther suddenly stops fighting, completely freezing in the center of the circle. the other fighter throws a punch, hitting him right in the jaw, and everyone seems confused as he doesn’t throw one back. “what the hell is he doing?” you lean towards five, having to shout over the others yelling for him to hear you as you watch the fighter throw more punches.

you see five’s shoulders shrug as he looks in confusion at the two, and suddenly, he’s being beaten up with absolutely no retaliation. he’s thrown into one of the walls surrounding them, but he still doesn’t do anything as he’s dragged back up and punched repeatedly. you barely hear five question what he’s doing over the yelling around you.

the fight ends when one of the hits knock him back and he lands on the ground covered in hay, the crowd booing as they had lost their money from him totally throwing the fight.

the three of you all mutter in confusion, looking at the man lying on the ground, blood pouring from his nose and covering his forehead.

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[0004-hargreeves]

Inktober, but With Words, Day 4: Death

I thought I'd join in 4 days late with a story for @totallyevan's TUA thing even though it's the 5th but whatever :) Enjoy!

I'll edit in a 'read more' option later when I'm not on mobile lol.

Summary: The story of the time Klaus first tried drugs to suppress the voices in his head.

Warnings: drugs, drug use, mentions of death, overdose, swearing

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Klaus was...an interesting person, to say the least. He always tried to do the right thing. When he was 5 he stole 3 baby birds and their nest because he believed he could take better care of them than their mother.

Father didn't allow him to keep the babies though, and made him take the nest back where he found it.

He couldn't reach the branch, and being the stubborn child he was, he didnt want to ask Diego or Luther or even Five for help. He didn't need it. He never needed it.

So, he left it at the bottom of the tree, unaware that it wasnt the place for delicate babies, and where they were was only rewarding the predators.

That was his first tango with the dead, finding the dead birds a couple of days later after sneaking out.

The second time was only 5 years later. Klaus was 10, and he'd been locked in the mausoleum by father twice now.

He never truly got over it, no matter how many times he'd been in there. It still scared him shitless.

He'd realized eventually that the door was unlocked the whole time, and that father had been using his fear to make him afraid of trying to escape on his own.

He pushed open the door and slowly walked out, sighing in relief.

He just had to be back before father came back, and he'd be none the wiser.

Klaus took a stroll downtown, keeping his head low so no one would recognize him, eventually ducking in to an alley to circle back to the mausoleum.

"Hey there, kid. You look like you should relax a bit."

Klaus whirled around and saw a man with wild hair and a toothless grin. He was sitting on the ground of the alley, several bags of white power around him. When he didnt reply, the man spoke again.

"I got some magical stuff, boy. All your worries will melt away. No charge for your first time." He smiled, a crazed, stoned look in his eyes.

"W-what kind of stuff?" Klaus asked, his curiosity piqued. He was desperate to get the voices out of his head, if the man was telling some truth.

"All kinds of stuff!" The man laughed, throwing his gloves hands out from his side. "I got heroin, cocaine, weed, ecstasy, acid, you name it! I take it you wanna try?"

Klaus nodded, unsure what all those names were. He stretched out his shaking hand and the man pressed a bag of white powder into it.

"You'll want to snort that one." The man said, pressing one finger to the side of his nose. Klaus walked away, opening the bag.

He noticed it smelled quite bitter, like vinegar, and he reached a hand in and ran it through his fingers.

He grasped the bag shut and took off, running back to the mausoleum for when father returned.

Slipping in the heavy door, Klaus took a seat on the floor, trying to ignore the ghosts screaming his name in horror, begging him to help them.

His hands shook as he emptied the contents on the floor, taking a dollar bill he found on the street and rolled it up. He was terrified, but maybe, just maybe, this stuff could help him.

He bent down and took a quick sniff, wincing as the drugs went through his nose and into his system.

The ghosts were still there.

He decided to try again, this time taking a bigger sniff, and again, and again, getting angrier and angrier that nothing was working.

He started to feel drowsy suddenly, but he could hear the screams of the ghosts fade away into nothing.

He felt happy, excited that it finally worked.

Then, his heart slowed, as did his breathing. He felt sick and lightheaded, and he began coughing uncontrollably. He crawled over to the wall, scared and confused.

What the fuck was happening? He vomited on the floor, leaning heavily on the wall as his eyes drooped and he drifted into darkness, the pain and nausea floating away.

Klaus died for the first time that day. He overdosed on heroin without truly understanding that he did.

But he came back. He came back with a jerk, gasping for air and frantically trying to get his bearings.

He was still in the mausoleum, on the floor with a puddle of his vomit beside him. He didnt understand what happened. He didnt remember everything that happened in the last hour, which is what he guess was the amount of time that passed.

Father hadn't returned, from the look of things, and Klaus was grateful. He could get rid of the drugs on the floor and pretend that he never went out there, he never got any drugs, he never died.

That's when he realized that the voices and the ghosts were gone.

They were silent, they're weren't there. They worked. The drugs actually worked!

Klaus laughed humourlessly. He couldnt believe it! The old man told the truth. All his problems dissapeared.

He told himself than the drugs would wear off though, and he began to feel scared. He didnt want to see them again. He couldn't.

Father came about two hours later and was impressed with how calm Klaus was.

He didn't know that it was only because of the drugs.

After that day, Klaus went out almost every Sunday on their days off from training to go out and buy a weeks worth of drugs from different sellers on the street.

He made sure to only take enough that the ghosts would be gone, to avoid another accidental overdose.

Of course, it happened a couple more times, with him waking up with a start every time.

He wouldn't find out until he was 29 and at a rave that all those times had been God giving him second and third and fifteenth chances to get his life straight.