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faithbetryin · 4 years ago

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Five Hargreeves X Reader | 3

(from my Wattpad: @FaithBeLovly)

Part 3

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Reader

Word Count: 2,269

You only assume that the obviously gay & depressed Jack Sparrow Five is chasing is his brother. If this is his home, who knows where the rest of his family members are. You feel a bit awkward being by yourself in his house, so you decide to walk down the hallway and down the stairs where Five went after his brother. You can't understand what that blue light was. It was like Five was right in front of you in one moment and then down the hallway in the next. You aren't sure if you should ask about it, but it was so strange to even try and think of it logically. It was easier to just accept that that was a thing with Five. You walk down the steps and make it back to the lobby. You walk into the living room with the exotic head mounts. You stand in there, just observing the room while you wait for Five to get done beating his brother. You did like being called his girlfriend, even though it wasn't even close to true.

"Owww! Heeeeeyyyyy, I was just pulling your leg, lil' broooo!" You turn to see Five dragging his tall, skinny brother by the ear into the room. He talked slowly as if his voice was slurred. You raise your eyebrows in amusement, trying to keep yourself from smiling. Five lets him go, tapping his foot in anticipation. He looks like he's ready to fight with his brother again. His brother stands up straight and rubs his ear with his hand, tucking his long brown hair behind his ears. His bright hazel-green eyes looking at you with joy. He seemed to smile about everything just from how his wrinkles curled around his lips when he gives you that wide smile. You feel yourself smile too, the joy he spreads quite contagious. Five sees the way he smiles at you and elbows him in the side. He wheezes a little and laughs after groaning, "Augh! Fiiiiiive!" He makes a face and pushes Five's face away from him with his large hand, Five making a funny, uncomfortable face as he stumbles backwards from his size compared to his brother's. His brows arch downwards as he squints his eyes in irritation, swatting Klaus' hand away from him.

"Y/N, this is my idiotic brother, Klaus." Five introduces you and suddenly you feel socially awkward. Klaus raises his brows in interest as he learns your name, his hands reaching out to yours. You notice his ambitious "hello" and "goodbye" tattoos on his hands. You let him take your hands as he holds them and shakes them in a kind manner.

"Heyyy! Guten tag! You have such a lovely name. Is that German? You know, I'm kind of German. You know what they say about Germans," He starts to chuckle by himself, for neither of you got what was humorous about that sentence. You nod awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you. Are you his oldest brother?" You assume so from how much older he appeared compared to Five with his stubbly goatee. A pair of men walk into the room abruptly, arguing about something. One was shorter, wearing all black and a pair of straps around his waist holstering a series of knives. His hair was shaved down around the sides, his hair spiked up a bit towards the front, a large scar along the side of his head. He looked Hispanic and not at all like Five or Klaus. You find yourself coming up with more and more questions the longer you're here. The other man was HUGE. Not only was he tall, but his upper chest and arms seemingly had a deformity of overly large muscles barely fitting in the large trench coat he wore. He had blonde hair and large ears, his face clearly stressed as he was arguing with the man in black next to him. Five stands next to you, almost defensively.

"No, Diego. You can't just tell everyone what to do. I'm Number One, not you."

"Yeah, and you're still just as much of a disappointment as the rest of us, Number One." They get in each other's faces. The ape in reading glasses raises his voice from across the room.

"That's enough, boys!" The two of them retreat from the battle and step away from each other, the shorter one crossing his arms while the larger of the two rolls his shoulders. They both finally notice you and Five. Klaus swipes his hands against each other, dusting imaginary dust off of them.

"Someone's scrote's in a twist..." He says, making a dramatic face by curling the corners of his lips downward. Five tilts his head and squints at Klaus in a judgmental way, seeming to find his comment very dumb. Well, he found everything about Klaus dumb. Diego looks at you and then Five.

"Oh shit, who's the kid?" Diego says, adjusting his stance and crossed arms.

"I'm 17-" You start to say.

"She's too young for you," Number One says to Five, making a face. Five squints his eyes the way he does and grins sarcastically at him. You find it a weird thing to say. Five looked a touch younger than you, if you were being honest. Diego laughs with the big dude on that one, grinning a little.

"Y/N, these are my other brothers. Ricky Retardo and Batman's buttplug." Five smirks as he makes his stab back at his brothers. You try to contain your laughter.

"Luther and Diego," Klaus whispers to you. You nod to him as you start to understand better. Well, the names part. That was pretty much all you understood about this entire situation though. Diego rolls his eyes at Five, Luther making a very hilariously offended face.

"What are they doing in our house?" Diego says, being a bit defensive. You then are reminded how unwelcome you feel being in someone elses' family home. You hold your arm as it tenses up by your side. Five looks at you and then Diego, his arm moving in front of you for a moment in a protective motion.

"They are here under my protection and if any of you even look at them wrong, you will have to deal with me, so I suggest you get used to them being here, Diego. Luther. Klaus." He looks at each and every one of them with a threatening glare to make his point known between the three of them. You feel like a fragile flower behind Five, but you kind of like feeling small and protected. Even if Five was the same height as you, given a few inches taller. Diego gives Five a defensive look. He clearly didn't like anyone telling him what to do. Luther looks rather understanding, and Klaus? He stood next to you and nodded at the two other brothers, showing his support for you. You liked Klaus. He was nice. Five starts to walk away, taking your arm and bringing you with him. You follow and as soon as you both get away from his siblings, he lets go of your arm and turns to you.

"I apologize for my brothers. They're not the sharpest tools in the box." He says as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. You shake your head and reassure him.

"No, it's okay. I'm used to it. Why did Luther say you were too old for me? He has a dry sense of humor." You look at Five as he looks down a bit and then looks back up at you.

"Because I'm actually 58 years old." You just stare at him, waiting for him to laugh at his own joke. Then you recognize that Five hardly says things he doesn't mean. He nods at your confused look and tries to explain it to you, his hands making a reappearance as they move with his explanation. "I got trapped in the apocalypse-" You shut your eyes immediately after hearing the word apocalypse, rejecting the concept. Five stops talking and scratches the back of his head again, a reoccurring phenomenon, as he tries not to make you freak out again. "How can I explain this.." He looks down as he thinks and then shakes his head, deciding on an explanation that might accommodate for your level of understanding.

"You saw me jump, right? The blue light?" You nod as you get that part. "That's my power. I can jump through time and space. All of us have them- powers, I mean. Well, once upon a terrible time, I didn't take Dad's advice and jumped too far forward. I ended up trapped in an apocalypse- the end of everything as we know it. I grew old there, and when I jumped back to this timeline, my body reversed back to my 16 year old self while my conscious remains 58 years old." You feel weird hearing all of this. It was a lot to take in. You weren't sure what to think about him. Was it weird? It shouldn't be right? He looked and sounded your age. You weren't certain of anything anymore. Five can see the distress in your face. He reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder. You turn away from him and walk out the door, quickly making your way down the short concrete steps. You stand on the sidewalk, taking a few deep breaths. Five warps out of the house next to you, the sudden winded warp making you jump.

"What the hell, Five!" You shout at him. You look away and then look back at him in complete overwhelming stress. Five comes closer to you, looking at you with upward angled brows. He looked worried.

"Y/N, wait-" He gets himself together as his clothes and hair was messed up from the jump. You give him a chance and listen to him. "I know all of this is very hard for you to understand, but you aren't safe out here. Look, I'm sorry I got you into my mess, but let me protect you, I can keep you safe. Please." You look at him and shake your head.

"Why? Because you're just such a good person?" You say, doubting that anybody was truly good. You've been through too much shit to believe that anymore. Five presses his lips inward, his dimples popping out a bit. He exhales as he comes up with an answer.

"No, because..." He bobs his head anxiously, lifting his shoulders and letting them drop again. His behavior was either collected or antsy, no in between it seemed. "Because I can't lose anyone else." Your face fills with sympathy, your eyes looking at him with sincerity. You look at each other in silence for a moment before you nod your head.

"Okay," you say, moving a bit closer to him, "We stick together." Five's brows churn upwards slightly as he gives you a slight, relieved smile. "But," He squints his eyes a little and lifts his chin in proposition. "Let's keep the explanations minimal." He nods understandingly and blinks softly before offering his arm to you. You look at him and try not to laugh, a little "pfft?" slipping out from your lips. He bobs his head to the side and widens his eyes in offense.

"My father made manners our first lesson. Called us gentlemen." He says, still offering his arm. You assume his father wasn't around from how he talked about him. You smile and take his arm, moving your hands from his arm to his hand, bringing it down to your sides as you hold it gently. His skin was soft and his hands were warm. It was comforting to know someone had your hand. Literally. He double takes and looks down at your hand holding his and then looks over at you. He smiles warmly with both his lips and eyes. You smile back at him a little as your cheeks get warmer.

"Ready?" He asks, making you confused.

"Ready for wh-" His hand squeezes yours as he pulls you forward with him into a sprint, but as you lunge forward, his bright blue light surrounds you, the world as you see it warping into shifting waves. You feel your stomach drop like when you go down on a roller coaster, and turn your head in slow motion it felt like, to look at Five. His eyes look to you as he then winks. You look around in amazement, seeing a deep blue void of light and warped space around you. You see the door of the academy pinch into a tiny area in front of you before it jumps out through you, zooming in with a bright light. You blink instinctively as you stumble into the lobby from a Five's space warp. You shut your eyes tight as you feel immense jet lag. Five seems unaffected. He pulls you into him after pulling your hand a little too hard, your chests bumping into each other. His other hand catches your back and supports it as you recover from the collision. You blush hard as you realize how close you are to him. His chin presses down against his neck, looking down at you. You look up at him, locking eyes with his beautiful blue pair. He smiles widely before you pull away in embarrassment. He adjusts his school jacket and wipes his chin with his sleeve to try and wipe away his smile. You stand there in front of him, wondering when you'll be that close to him again.

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