An Alien Desires To 'court' Another Alien, Of The Race Called Humans. The Human Is Desirable In Every

An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it

The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.

But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.

One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.

"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.

The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"

A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.

Two can play at that game.

Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.

"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."

They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.

"Is that... Cinnamon?"

"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."

A hesitation. "Do you like it?"

The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.

"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.

"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."

The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.

"For that one? It's worth it."

Concept: The reader who gets thrown into Hisui can actually still use apps on their Arcphone, and have internet. But only somewhat. They actually can’t type anything. They can’t posts tweets, make any text posts, send any texts, nothing. However, they find a loophole. They can make and send videos, and take pictures. Then they get the idea to stream being in Hisui. It technically works! They don’t have to type anything, just go live and go from there! Bonus points if they were like, a popular streamer/youtuber, or even the Sinnoh Champion before being yeeted to Hisui.

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Hello (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ here to request some thorin x reader where the reader is a dragon trainer ? She lived with dragons since young and Smaug was actually her familiar/partner before, now she is trying to help the Dwarves get their home

Hello!! This is such a cool idea and it makes me want to watch How to Train Your Dragon...

Edit: I just now realized this was supposed to be a Thorin x reader... And I wrote just a Company x reader.. I’m so sorry!

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it!

“So you work with…Dragons,” Balin was carefully wording his sentences, in hopes of not offending you, nor his kin that he knew were listening very closely as he sat across from you. The fire crackled in the background and it reminded you of teaching the young drakes to control their fire in terms of intensity and range.

You had yet to sign the contract, wanting to read every bit of it thoroughly. As you told Gandalf, if there were any bits of information regarding killing or hurting Smaug, you would not sign it and you wouldn’t join in on their mission. 

Looking up from the parchment, you gave him a smile. “I do,” You encouraged, putting a finger where you were last reading so you could continue in a moment. 

“Do you know of Dragon Trainers, Sir Balin?” You inquired, tilting your head. 

“I’m afraid I do not,” Balin chuckled nervously to which you nodded in understanding. 

“I know Smaug had hurt you all severely, and for that, I am forever sorry,” You began, “But please know, that not all dragons are like him. He lost his way,” You sighed, looking back down at the paper. 

“How do you know he lost his way?” 

“I once worked with him, when he was younger.” You realized you now had an audience. The entire Company now hovering in the doorway, trying to not look so suspicious. 

“His former trainer died from old age, and he was heartbroken, he barely got up to hunt or make a small hoard, so they gave him to me to work with,” You began to tell his story, remembering play fighting with the small drake, taking him to get treats whenever he did exceptionally well during training. 

He transformed in front of your eyes. No longer was he the depressed dragon that he came to you as, he was kind and playful, courteous and passionate. Not this greedy, murderous, vicious beast that the world saw him as.

“And what happened?” Balin seemed very interested, wanting to know how he went from being in something akin to a dragon’s camp to rampaging his home. 

“We aren’t entirely sure,” You shook your head, “But the elder trainers think that it had to do with the unearthing of the Dragon Stone, or what most called it, the Arkenstone.” 

It felt like the world was put on pause as Balin stared at you in horror. 

“It’s a magnificent jewel, yes,” You nodded, “Beautiful and vibrant, glowing on its own. But it also has magic within it,” You explained. Pausing to put the quill where your finger was so you could grab your book out of your bag. 

“See here,” You flipped the pages rapidly to get to where you had put a placeholder before. The Arkenstone was drawn in the center, glowing bright, with dragons lined up behind it. 

“For some reason, the magic within it causes unfathomable greed in mankind, but for dragons, it sparks undeniable rage that is only calmed whenever the dragons are near it. Like some sort of drug,” You explained, “We haven’t ever been able to have a dragon near one without it causing them to go feral.”

“So you think when the Arkenstone was found and put in King Thror’s throne-”

“It was a beacon to dragons to come take it,” You finished Kili’s sentence as he approached the two of you.

“I don’t know if that’s the exact reason he did what he did, and nothing can excuse the hell he rained down on you all,” You looked over to them. 

“What Smaug did was terrible, and I understand that you want his head on a pedestal,” You focused on Thorin, eyes pleading. 

“Just let me help get you your homeland back. I can get him out safely and take him so he can go back to the far north so our elders can work with him.” 

“How do you know he’ll go with you?” Ori piped in, looking concerned. 

“I am a dragon trainer, and since he has left and done this, well, we’ve trained in how to deal with dragons that are falling to Dragon Stone magic.” 

“Bilbo can help me get the stone away from Smaug,” You looked at the newly contracted burglar with a grin, “And once it’s out of sight and covered, the magic effects should wear off and he should come to his senses.” 

Thorin sighed deeply through his nose before approaching. 

“We will trust what you can do, Lady Dragon Trainer.” 

“Thorin-” Dwalin opened his mouth to argue but Thorin shook his head. 

“Gandalf believes in what she can do, and if this can end with little bloodshed…” Thorin paused, recalling all of his kin screaming as dragon-fire exploded through the kingdom walls. Thousands of their military were wiped out within seconds. 

“Then I will gratefully take the opportunity.” 

“You won’t regret it, Thorin,” You bowed your head in thanks before resuming reading the contract, nerves twisting in your stomach. You had a long journey ahead of you. 

If you wanna know what Ive been doing on and off for like 2 months, here ya go.

Unbrideled Chaos, no braincells, just anger.

Also featuring Isla by @faestorian and Lani by @cecilioque

Whispers

Five Hargreeves x f!reader

Blurb • Prologue - 1.0 • Chapter 1 - 1.01 • Chapter 2 - 1.02

Warning: Contains: alcohol, blood, killing, fighting

A hidden motive

Date: 24th of March, 2019

Time: ???

Location: Hargreeves mansion

"Oh my god. We're going to jail." A panicked voice spoke. "We're accomplices."

"No, we're not."

"Yeah, we're not. You are."

"Why don't you save all your whining and shut up for once?"

"Five, I swear to god I will-"

"Hey, shhhhh! I think she's moving." Someone else hushed. "Good morning~"

A pained groan escaped my lips as a sharp pain shot through my body. Slowly, my eyes started to flutter open, wincing at the sudden light being shone in my face. My eyes started to readjust and vision cleared.

I noticed I was in a dimly lit room, a kitchen to be more specific, with a table opposite me which held a total of 6 people who were staring right at me, most of their gazes either sceptical or confused.

"What the..?" As I tried to move, I felt something restricting me from doing so. I furrowed my brows and looked down to see my body duct taped to a wooden chair.

I thrashed my limbs around in the very limited amount of space available to me, the chair legs screeching against the floor.

"It's pointless, y'know." I stopped momentarily, immediately recognising his voice. That same voice that I was forced to grow accustomed to hearing over the span of 3 years. I looked up.

A young boy, 16 years old or so, who was wearing a navy blue school uniform with shorts, was watching me with an annoyingly familiar pair of green eyes.

That's when a dawning realisation came over me. If Five time travelled to 2019, taking me with him and is now aged down 22 years, then that must mean...

My eyes made contact with a small mirror placed on the other side of the kitchen, making my eyes widen in pure shock and lips part in disbelief. I was now 15 years old. My cheeks were chubbier and my features softer, betraying the dangerous reputation I had built for myself after all these years.

I already missed the striking sharpness of my jawline.

I looked down at my clothes that were now too large for my teenage body to host. My white blouse now stretched past my finger tips and black trousers hanged loosely from my legs.

Every little detail suddenly came flooding back.

Fuck. Everything’s ruined. It was all going to plan until this... man child came along. I tried to resist the urge of screaming, screaming until I lost my voice completely. But he was nowhere near worth it so I settled for the next best idea.

"You little pubescent schoolboy looking piece of shit! You drugged me, kidnapped me, and aged me down 20 years!" I barked, my voice dripping with anger.

"Wait, you're 35?"

I averted my glare to who I assumed to be one of Five’s brothers. He had blond hair and a body that resembled one of a gorilla.

Luther Hargreeves.

"So the gorilla can count."

Another brother wearing all leather and playing with a knife in his hand, let out a snort then quickly played it off as him clearing his throat. I didn't miss the brief flash of a smirk on his lips.

Diego Hargreeves.

Five blinked in front of me, brushing his fingers through his hair. "Now that you're up," He said, looking down at my restrained figure. "you can agree to my proposal."

"What makes you think I will?"

The boy leaned down, his face on level with mine. He grinned. "Because you don't have a fucking choice--"

I threw my head back, and slammed it against his face.

I watched in glee as the boy stumbled back, blood dripping down his face and onto the ground. He pinched his nose tightly and spat blood out of his now bleeding gums.

Oh, how much I adored watching Five squirm in pain.

One of Five's sisters with pale skin and brown hair tied into a ponytail, ran towards him with a paper towel, only for him to raise his free hand motioning for her to stop.

Vanya Hargreeves.

“Maybe that’ll help you think a little better.” I smirked.

Another sibling, a brother seated on top of the table wearing a skirt, let out a gasp as he watched the scene unfold with a curious gleam in his eyes. “Why don’t you let her out and treat her like a human being so she won’t be so violent.” He suggested.

Klaus Hargreeves.

I raised an eyebrow at his point.

“Klaus she’s clearly dangerous.” A tall woman wearing an off the shoulder black dress interjected.

Allison Hargreeves.

“Exactly!” He declared. The Hargreeves then faced his teenage brother and said, “You want to get her on your side, treat her like it.”

“Klaus, you don’t know her like I do.” Five replied, gritting his teeth. I responded with an obnoxious grin.

“Oh come on Five. It’s not like I’ll do anything other than kill you.”

“You know what?” The boy faced his siblings, “All of you out. Now.”

Doing the opposite of what he said, they stayed in their positions, their curiosity only growing further. However, even though they did so reluctantly, the Hargreeves finally gave in to their brothers commands and left the room.

The two assassins were left alone once again, the tension impossibly thick.

"You think you're so tough." The boy drawled. He leaned in towards me once again, curling his fingers around each of the taped arm rests of the chair.

“I don’t think. I know.”

He scoffed and cocked his head to the side.

"Now let me give you a taste of the situation we're in. Two teenagers, a 15 and 16 year old, are going to be hunted down mercilessly by the Commission. They will most likely send a total of 10 assassins to try capture us with heavy weapons at their aid while all we have are a few knives, and my power to teleport."

I scoffed, the corners of my lips twitching in annoyance. “Don’t you dare mansplain to me the things I already know. You think I haven’t realised what type of situation you’ve forced me into?” I seethed between my teeth. He had taken everything from me. Robbed me of the hope to see him again. But I couldn't lose my temper, not yet anyways. “There is no us and I haven’t got the slightest interest or leverage in saving your dysfunctional family from their dooms and, not to mention, stopping the apocalypse.”

“So why don’t you let me go and I’ll pinkie swear that I won’t come after you and your weird family, okay?”

A tense silence surrounded us making me aware of how close Five was. His face was mere inches from mine, causing a wave of discomfort to shower over me. Did he not know what personal space was, or was this a sad tactic to intimidate me?

“Let’s say I did let you leave. And in return, I failed to stop the apocalypse. You would be killed in an instant just like the rest of the population. I am offering you freedom, y/n. Something they could never give you. Work with me to stop the apocalypse and I’ll be out of your hair for the rest of your miserable life.”

Five scanned my face, his eyes then finally pausing at mine. After a moment of doing nothing but staring at each other, trying to decipher the others thoughts, a small vent to the right of the kitchens entrance got caught in my line of sight. More specifically, a familiar cylinder container trapped inside said vent.

The Commission.

I bit back a short crazed laugh and quickly painted a fake look of defeat on my features, before saying rather sarcastically, “Fine, I agree to whatever catastrophic plan you’ll lead to stop the apocalypse. But once it’s done, we’re done.”

Five looked at me and I could tell he was confused from my sudden change of heart. But did he really have the time and luxury of questioning my intentions?

No, not at all.

“Good,” His features relaxed slightly as he attempted to hide his relief from his tone of voice.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

————

I threw my head back, chugging down the last remains of my drink in hand before placing it back down against the tables surface.

The sudden burn in my mouth made me grimace slightly, but didn't stop me from pouring another glass of clear liquor. I was currently sitting in the common area of the mansion, by the long island table which held a glorious collection of different alcoholic drinks, whilst the others were out back attending the funeral of their oh so beloved father.

I read the letter I was sent through the vents, nibbling down on my bottom lip each time. God, couldn't The Handler be more irritating. I knew it was intentional, a way of showing who was in power- who held all the cards. I read through the letter once more and scoffed, slightly amused by the fake surname The Handler used to address me with.

Y/n Mallory, aka the Bloodhound,

First of all, kudos to your recent escape with Five Hargreeves to the year 2019. This is only the second time in the Commissions long history that agents have successfully escaped the Temps Commission without means of casualties and being captured within the first hour. However, I doubt this burst of success will be long lived as it is just that- a burst. Although reports say you were just as much involved in the jump to 2019 as Five, I doubt that's the case when our deal that you've been working on for years is just moments away from a close. Somebody as smart as you wouldn't dare jeopardise this once in a life time opportunity, so I have no other choice but to assume you jumped against your will. If this is indeed the case, which I am sure it is, you are to meet me alone at this address [address] in a maximum of two hours. Failure to do so will result in our agreement rendering null, and several run-ins with the Commissions best field agents.

May the most deadly come out victorious.

The Handler

Temps Commission

“May the most deadly come out victorious.” I murmured back under my breath. I scoffed and downed the next shot, slamming it back down on the table. “Don’t worry, I will.”

Folding the letter and placing it in the pocket of my oversized trousers, I let out a sigh and brushed my fingers through the mess of my hair. I suddenly felt myself itch for another shot of liquor and poured a shot glass to the brim and drank.

Dragging my tongue along my lips, I leaned my chin against my palm, feeling the faint affects of the alcohol working its magic. I couldn't help but let myself slip into the many thoughts lurking at the front of my mind.

I had to find a way to slip away unnoticed from a certain Hargreeves and meet with The Handler, which I know was going to be easier said than done. The boy was already watching me as if I was going to stab him in the back at any moment. And I was, but he didn’t need to know that.

My ears perked at the sounds of distant shouts and groans, most likely the siblings fighting about god knows what and footsteps approaching me.

A high pitched screech sounded as a stool beside mine was moved and sat on, followed by a voice asking, "Aren't you too young to drink?"

I looked to my side and watched as Klaus downed one of the shots that sat idly before me in one slick motion.

"I'm older than you."

"Ah, yes. The 35 year old in a 15 year old body. How do you know little number Five?"

I raised a brow and faced the man. "Are we playing 21 questions now?"

"If that means you'll answer the many questions I have on you and Five's obvious romantic relationship, then yes."

I choked on the spit in my mouth, my face warming up from pure embarrassment. How on earth could someone make such an assumption with this much confidence?

I shook my head and denied. "There is no relationship of any kind between me and that dwarf of a man. He repulses me."

"Oh really, now?" The look on the Hargreeves face didn't waver at all from its mischievous stance, instead it only grew as if he knew something I didn't.

"Think of us as two magnets of the same charge. We repel each other. Not attract. Never attract."

Klaus hummed in fake acknowledgement and grabbed a large bottle of what looked to be Gin, hugging it close to his body.

"It was nice talking to you..."

"Y/n." I spoke. More like the alcohol spoke.

"Y/n." He repeated, a soft smile on his lips. "I'll see you later, or maybe I won't. Who knows..."

Klaus trailed off and walked away, most likely going to attempt to drink the whole bottle in one go. I shook my head, both annoyed and entertained by the man.

After a few moments of pondering on what my next move should be, a WHOOSH echoed next to me, followed by a hand harshly gripping my wrist to prevent me from bringing another shot to my lips.

"Are you drinking?" A voice called beside me, a little too close to my liking.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't know whether it was the liquor, but Five's voice had gotten 10x more annoying since our previous encounter. "Take a guess, genius."

Five glared at my slightly tipsy figure. He grabbed my jaw and twisted my head to meet his gaze. He examined my features, just as he did when I was stuck in that pitiful excuse of a trap. I swatted his hand away.

He then snatched the glass from my grip and threw his head back, letting the alcohol run down his throat.

"Get up. We're leaving."

"Where?"

"To get a decent cup of coffee."

"Oh, thank god."

____

"I thought you said we were going to get coffee." My forehead creased as I furrowed my brows, looking up at a large fluorescent sign that read 'Griddys Doughnuts'.

"You think I’d lie about that?"

Upon entering the store, I noticed how empty and run down the place had become. Stains which looked dangerously close to blood were plastered onto the walls, and dust clouded the air almost making me sneeze.

Unlike my quick criticism, Five acknowledged the place with a hint of nostalgia in his gaze. We made our way towards a long table opposite the limited selections of doughnuts that were being showcased, and menus hung up high on display.

I took a seat on one of the stools beside the boy. He rang the bell eagerly, a look of impatience on his face. I let out a sigh and craned my neck, looking for the worker that was nowhere to be seen.

A man then entered, sitting on a stool that was on Five's left.

"Sorry sink was clogged." A woman in her early 50s said, rather out of breath. She was wearing a pink uniform and had her blonde hair tied into a bun.

She held a note pad in hand and asked, "So what'll it be?"

As I was about to open my mouth and ask for their strongest coffee, the balding man quickly cut in.

"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair."

"Mm-hmm, sure."

"Can I get the kid and his girlfriend a glass of milk or something?"

"He's not my boyfriend." "She's not my girlfriend." We both snapped in unison, giving the woman a hostile glare. Five and I then faced each other, disgust present on both of our faces.

This was the second time someone had mistaken our 'relationship' for something more than a forced acquaintance. And each time, I felt like I wanted to vomit and stab both myself and the person who brought the absurd notion forth.

He scoffed and let a fake smile curl threateningly at his lips. "The kid wants coffee, black."

"Make it two." I added, tapping my finger against the table impatiently.

The waitress looked at us as if we were speaking an entirely different language, before facing the man.

"Cute kids."

Expecting a laugh or a simple 'thanks', the man only looked back at the woman, confusion present on his features, further contributing to the already awkward atmosphere.

At last the waitress left to prepare our orders.

"So," I lowered my voice. "What's the plan?

"We'll discus that in due time." He replied.

"Didn't you just tell me that we had no time-?"

"Don't remember this place being such a shithole." Five turned his back to me, speaking to the stranger. "I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts 'till we puked. Simpler times."

I rubbed my forehead in frustration and bounced my leg under the table. I can't lose this deal. I can't lose him. He's the only one that kept me sane. The only on that kept me from losing myself to the words of poison and complete darkness that awaited me with a bloodcurdling desire. I couldn't prove them right.

More importantly, I couldn't prove her right.

Like Five, I'd do anything to reunite with those that hold a special place in my heart.

I looked up at the large antique clock placed on the mustered yellow wall. 30 minutes had passed and here I was, in a dump of a bakery waiting for a cup of watery coffee to arrive.

Five continued to converse with the man as if they were close in age, until the woman came with our orders, placing a mug of coffee in front of me. I took a sip, letting the bitter liquid burn the tip of my tongue.

I looked behind me. It was getting dark, fast. The Handler wasn't well known for waiting around and having a large sum of patience. She might as well send a task force to come for us now, especially with the...

The trackers.

A ring of the bell echoed through the room, making me spin my head to see if my instincts was right. I relaxed as my eyes set on the balding man leaving the store, leaving Five and I alone.

But when has leaving the two of us alone ever gone to plan?

"They're coming. I can feel it." I took a long sip of coffee and watched Five process my words.

"What makes you think that?"

I pointed to the skin of my right arm and gave Five a knowing look. Confirming my theory, the bell of the door rang once more and a squad of Commission field agents poured in, one by one, firearms raised and surrounding us both.

There were 9 of them.

"Huh," The boy hummed. "I thought we'd have more time before they found us."

"Not surprising that you're wrong."

A barrel of a gun was pressed against the back of my head, almost making me laugh. "Okay. So let's all be professional about this, yeah?"

Five and I made eye contact. Even though it was brief, it was enough for us to establish what was going to occur next. As much as I hate to admit, we made a pretty good team.

"Both of you, on your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

"We've got nothing to say." He replied.

"It doesn't have to go this way." The man proceeded. "You think I want to shoot some kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that." I spoke, a grin etched onto my lips.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Five's fingers slowly inch closer to a knife next to him. I wrapped my fingers around the handle of my mug.

"You won't be going home."

Five blinked behind the nearest man, stabbing him in the neck, followed by the gun going off and shooting his nearest partner. I ran up towards another hitman, slamming the mug in his face, it shattering completely. Using the biggest shard, I stabbed his eye, blood spewing out onto my face and snapped his neck.

6 hitmen remaining.

Five grabbed me, blinking me to sit on the counter as he made himself comfortable, laying on top of a table.

"Hey assholes!"

The second they heard his voice, a hail of bullets were shot towards his figure, only for him to blink once more. That's when their concentration was averted to me.

"Shit-" I threw myself behind the counter and found a large cake knife hiding in plain sight. I gripped the rubber handle tightly and once they finished shooting- spending most of their ammo- I jumped over the table, slicing though one of their necks. Just in time, I grabbed the fresh corpses gun, and knocked down a table, shielding myself from the storm of bullets.

I shot two of them in the head, and only wounded the other in the shoulder.

3 hitmen remaining.

The shooting came to an abrupt shot. A faint knocking sound caught the gunmen's attention, including mine, only to see a very cocky Five standing outside, grinning.

He brought his hand to his head, doing a mock salute and blinked before he could get shot.

I shot once more with the gun, only for a faint clicking sound to be the only thing emitted from its barrel. It was out of bullets.

I took the knife in hand once more, and moved from my hidden position. Before one of them could shoot, I kicked his gun out of his hands and stabbed him twice in the kidney.

Five snapped a mop in half and plunged the newly sharp end into someone else's side and used his tie to strangle him. He then used a pencil to stab the last ones crotch then removed it, stabbing his eye.

0 hitmen remaining.

Five removed his tie from the dead body and wrapped it back around his neck. I looked around, spectating the bloodbath we had just created. I brushed my slightly bloodstained hands along my hair, blowing a few loose strands out of the way.

Spotting one of the hitmen still breathing, I leisurely walked towards him as he attempted to drag his injured figure away. I leaned down and swiftly broke his neck, silencing him for eternity.

"That went well." Five panted, catching his breath.

"Yeah, the part where you left me in the middle of the room for dead was really well thought out, asshole."

"You're alive and well, aren't you? Or was that too much for you to handle?" The boy taunted, obviously pushing my buttons. I glared at him and leaned against a table, using a clean knife to cut through my skin, and eventually dug my fingers into the wound to search for the tracker. I bit down harshly on my lip to try concentrate on something other than the excruciating pain in my arm. Finally, my fingers made contact with the chip and I pulled it out.

I ripped off both of my sleeves with the knife and tied them tightly around the wound.

We both walked out of the bakery and threw the both tracking devices in a puddle, looking around the area for anybody that might be either following or merely watching us. I stopped in the middle of the street once I caught sight of a familiar address.

"What are you doing?"

I looked at Five, then to a pharmaceutical store nearby, and back.

“Going to steal some supplies.” As I turned my back to the boy, he appeared in front of me.

“We don’t need them.” He countered, suspicion clouding his judgement. “My sister has plenty of first aid.”

“Are you doubting me, Five? Because if this partnership is going to work, I’m gonna need you to trust me.”

Checkmate.

Five kissed his teeth at my request and scoffed. “3 minutes. Any longer and-"

"Save your threats for later, short stuff." Ignoring the boys face flushing red and eyes widening in what seemed to be rage, I rushed inside the store, immediately earning unwelcome attention from all of the customers and staff. I mean, with the blood smeared on my face and the sleeves of my blouse ripped, what did I expect?

I spotted a back door which led to a secluded alleyway that was used for storage, and snuck out of the store.

I stepped out and sighed a long aggravated sigh once I noticed a familiar woman with short white hair, wearing an eccentric polka dot dress and glossy red heels.

She took out a pocket watch and flicked the case open for a second, before letting it snap shut. “You’re quicker than I thought you'd be.” She hummed. "The task force wasn't too much of a challenge I see."

"Enough with the chit-chat. What do you want?"

"I've always admired that about you, y/n. So eager to get the job done. Just like the little bloodhound you are."

I stiffened at the name, whispers both familiar and new, screaming at me with the same suffocating intent as all those years ago.

"Don't call me that." I swallowed thickly. However, The Handler only smiled and narrowed her eyes in cruelty.

"Down to business then." The woman chimed. "In exchange for our deal to procced as it always has, I want you to work for me as a... double agent of sorts. You keep me up to date with Five's progress of stopping the apocalypse and you will finally receive what you so rightfully deserve."

I looked up at the woman and accepted her terms of conditions. The Handler grinned before clapping loudly and exclaiming, "Perfect!"

"We finally get to see the extents you'll travel just to keep darling Jasper safe."

"What a spectacularly destructive performance that'll be."

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A sensitive child is what your parents described you when people would ask why you were so quiet all the time, not interacting with anyone. You knew there was something wrong with you, a headache formed whenever someone around you would magically agree to what you asked them to do for you.

For years on end, you've hated yourself, hating yourself for why you were different yet you didn't know why. You've learned how to accept but still loathe your powers, as you would call them. You never use them willingly, for the reason that agonizing headaches would come your way. For most of your life, you learned to conceal it.

You've hated yourself for years until a certain someone quite literally walked into your life. The permanent frown on his face intrigued you when he first walked into the cafe doors where you worked at.

Five met you in the cafe he often went to, he took a lunch break while on a mission, and you were the one serving him his usual order, a black coffee. You were new to the job, it was his first time seeing you but he knew then and there that he had to get to know you more. So he did, he went to the cafe more than usual, he made small talk with you; he complimented the coffee you gave him, even though it was regular black coffee. He used his free time to see you.

There was something in you that immediately attracted him. He didn't know what it was, but he enjoyed it. For the first time in years, he let himself choose what's best for him and not what's best for others. What's best for him is you. He made an impact on you, and by the time he went to your workplace daily, you had mustered up enough courage to ask him on a date.

One date turned into a second date and the second date turned into the third, and so on. Those dates were still in routine by the time Five had married you. Five is a romantic at heart, and he won't let you to even lift a pinky. He worships the ground you walk on, he worships everything you have.

Initially, Five thought your powers were shocking, you knew well that he was similar to you. He, himself packed his powers and secrets. He once doubted you, thinking that you'd use your abilities on him, causing him to be extremely affected by you. He brushed those feelings off, knowing that you wouldn't do such things.

A loud noise interrupted the telenovela you were watching on the television. Your eyes glanced over to Five's sleeping frame, his mouth is slightly agape from being tired at his job, and his head laid on your lap. You smiled contently at him, he looked at peace whenever he slept. One of the endless things you loved about him. Five would admit that he slept better when you're near, something he couldn't explain why.

Your mind wandered back to the noise, most likely another mission the Temps Commission gave him. His job wasn't a hindrance to your relationship with him. Sure, it was terrifying that Five went home after killing a person, but it didn't make you love him less. At first, Five tried to keep it a secret from you, but he gave up by the time you had your suspicions about him.

After quietly and carefully slipping out of Five's warmth, you made your way toward the noise. Presumably, the bathroom, where Five would acknowledge his missions that the Commission would give him. It was a daily recurrence, a daily routine if you will. Before he leaves the door, he kisses you goodbye. You decided to reside at home while he works hard outside, the pay was good enough to give you both a comfortable life.

You opened the secret compartment that revealed the pipeline, a sight Five never wanted you to see. His job was difficult and gruesome, he never wanted to involve you in it. That's why he never wore a wedding band whenever he was out. He asked you if you were okay with it, of course. Five never wanted to hurt you in any way. The Temps Commission didn't know he had a partner, let alone Five being married.

Your eyes scanned the small paper over and over again, the words engraved in your head as the tears fell uncontrollably, you tried to stifle your sobs, making it hard for you to breathe.

Eliminate Y/n L/n.

Five was passionate about his job, as gruesome and brutal as it was, he loved the thrill of killing people, their blood splattering his face after he pulled the trigger on his gun. You knew how much his job meant to him, and you weren't about to ruin it for him. It didn't matter if it meant that your life needed to be taken away.

A few minutes after composing yourself and putting the paper back where it was, you made your way toward the wall that was decorated with both of your pictures. One with Five having the widest smile on his face, the day of your wedding day. One with Five's arm wrapped around your body, an adoring glint on his face as he watched you pose for the camera. Lastly, one with Five pressing a kiss to your lips.

All with different locations, all with different memories but they all had one thing in common, love was in Five's eyes in every picture. A hand slapped over your face, attempting to stop your loud sobs from slipping and waking Five from his sleep on the couch, the telenovela you were watching earlier was still playing.

With a shaky hand, you took the pictures with yourself in it, one by one. Leaving the wall empty, only blank picture frames were left, waiting to be filled with new pictures, new memories. The next minutes passed by, consisting of you taking everything that would show signs that Five had a special someone, even going to far lengths such as taking his wedding band that matched yours.

A headache gradually formed as your tears slipped freely, the pain of leaving Five was all too much for you. The moment you got the message, you already knew what you had to do. For you to erase yourself in Five's memories. It was as if you hadn't existed in Five's world, up until he reads the message the Commission gave him.

Your body slowly made its way to the couch Five slept on, still as peaceful as ever. You took a good look at him, the last time you'll see him before you wipe his memories. Your fingers brushed the stray hairs on his face, your index finger planted right in the middle of his forehead, your powers doing their job in wiping what Five remembered you by.

A quiet sob left your lips, careful not to wake Five up. A few seconds passed, and you've done your job, what's left is for Five to do his. You watched him one last time, he stirred in his sleep, muttering words you couldn't hear from where you stood. By the time you've left the front doors and stood still on his porch, you let yourself be free, crying your heart out, using one of the pillars for support.

A sigh left your lips as you glanced over to the watch placed on the counter, 30 minutes left till you were allowed to tidy up and leave the job to go back to the comfort of your home. There were no employees or customers around, your normal work partner had an emergency to tend to, causing you to be alone. It had been days since you left Five, waiting for him to take your life. Normally for Five, he did his job as fast as he got them, but this time, he had an itching feeling that he had to postpone this mission.

The sound of the bell chiming on top of the door interrupted your thoughts, you looked over to the door, a fake smile on your face as a habit. The fake smile on your face faltered quickly as you saw who it was, Five Hargreeves in all his glory. Similarly to the first time, he met you with a scowl on his face, his posture straight as a ruler.

“Hello, Sir. Welcome to Expresso Express, what would you like to order?” A grin on your face, a grin that was too cheery for Five.

His eyes flicked over to your name tag, the words Y/n L/n were engraved in. His hand entered the inside of his suit, obviously taking something out of it, presumably a gun. You weren't afraid to die, you were afraid of who would be the cause of your death. His hand appeared from his suit, sure enough, there was a pistol in his rough, calloused right hand.

Before you could react, a bullet inside the pistol went right through your head. At the same time, as the hot metal pierced your skin, Five was baffled. Memories came rushing through his head, all of them with your body, all of them with your smile, all of them with your laugh, all of them with you. Memories that weren't there before, memories that felt unfamiliar but familiar at the same time.

The moment he realized what he had done, your blood was now splattered on the counter and over his cheeks as well as his newly washed suit. His tears subconsciously rolled down his cheeks, mixing with your crimson-colored blood.

He had killed the very reason he woke up in the morning. He had killed the very reason he slept peacefully after suffering for years with insomnia. He had killed the person he loved more than anyone or anything else. He had killed the person he was willing to be selfless for. He had killed you.

He jumped up the counter to hold you. He didn't care how his newly washed suit got stained with your blood. He didn't care how dirty his skin would feel after you blood had dried up. He didn't care how loud he sounded as he called for you, knowing you wouldn't respond.

Five meant every word he had said at the wedding, till death do us part.

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