Little Moments I Loved In Tua Pt 2/??

Little moments I loved in tua pt 2/??

- “Did we all… get sexier?”

- “Yeah, you are my ghost bitch”

- “Eat shit, you shit-eater!”

- Just any fight scene of Five vs everyone else bcuz he’s a teleporting badass

- 7: homicidal rage

- “Love shouldn’t have to hurt this much” “🤮”

- Every scene with Ben possessing Klaus because he’s such an adorable dork and I love him

- “My name is Klaus and I’m an alcohoooo… sorry that’s the wrong meeting!”

- Luther just eating his problems away in every scene of season 2

- “*sobbing*like yogurt. How does it know when to stop being milk”

- “My bad” “dipshit”

- “Ugh, Klaus is so dirty!” “Yes you are, daddy”

- “What I am… is sexy trash!”

- When Klaus said “Ben uhh” IT WAS JUST SUCH A SIBLING THING PLS

- yknow what that entire scene of Ben trying to make Klaus let him possess him

- “I have no idea, sorry” “liar” “drop dead.” “Low blow!”

- “Are you really gonna kill him?” “No, I love him” THIS WAS SO CUTE PLS

- “If I were to date a man, you’d be the last man I’d date.” “You’d be lucky to get me”

- “Who in this room knows about love? This one? In secret love with some farm Frau-“ “her name’s sissy” “-which is an improvement from her previous love interest (*allison aggressively shakes her head*) - the serial killer” “what?”

- “Listen up, Casper”

- “Follow my lead” “uh, honey no, I’m the man here” *goes along anyway*

- “Maybe they’re here for Kenny’s birthday party!”

- Luther having to PHYSICALLY RESTRAIN Diego from attacking Five after Five said “well it would if you were smarter”

- “Dad should have left him on the moon”

- “Let’s face it, the healthiest long term relationship in this family was when five was banging that mannequin”

- “What part of the future do you not understand?”

- “I told you I had friends in high places”

- “Anything for family, brother” “well, okay. We are all brothers, beneath the skin” “no. No, literally. You’re my brother in law” “ what?” “Yeah, family barbecues are about to get real weird”

- “First of all, this son of a bitch beams into our living room, with yet another one of your brothers. And he’s talking about stopping one of your sisters from blowing up some buildings?! And I got a dead man wrapped up in my best rug, babe!”

- “Children ride in the back”

- “I heard a rumour that you punched yourself in the face”

- “Where have you been?” “Jail”

- “is there any way that taco are gonna cause the end of the world?” “Well, there’s only one way to find out!”

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FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND DEATH !

A/N: 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !

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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OHH I GOT A GOOD ANGST ONE INSPIRED BY ALL THE KAMADO SLANDER!

What if during their missions the hero befriends this pack of hitsuian zoarks and zoras?

They have helped this pack many times during their missions and the pack has grown to care for their dear human friend.

But when you get banished hell has frozen over and what if you were seriously hurted during the banishment?

On top of the mountain everyone even thoughs who helped you will see an illusion of you dying body as the leader of the pack inches towards kamado scarring him for his actions!

Enjoy my fuckery!

Reader is gender neutral, the only she is the alpha Zoroark. Mentions of blood but nothing descriptive.

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You don’t know what you did to deserve being banished, you only did what you were told.

No matter who stood up for you, they were instantly silenced to threatened with war, and that wasn’t something you wanted for any of those you still care for.

You didn’t know what else to do.

You weren’t given the chance to pack your things, or anything at all really, just whatever you had on you at the time.

The clans nor their leaders could help you.

So you wondered around, trying to find something, anything that could help you prove you innocence.

That drive lead you to the Alabaster Icelands.

Snowpoint temple seemed old enough to carry some secrets, maybe you could find something there?

While you set up your own little campsite in a cave you hear something, a curious sounding whine before it morphs into a happy yip.

Looking behind you, you see a little zoura you helped a while ago, if the cut out of their ear was anything to go by.

“Hey little buddy.”

You coo softly, but the small Pokémon senses something wrong, letting out a small whine, more zouras show up.

Ah, it’s the entire pack you’ve helped over the months.

You remember healing them when you found them and handing them back to a very angry and cautious alpha.

Speaking of, a louder, deeper grumble greets you.

The other zouras and Zoroarks of the pack form a soft circle around you, just as the alpha Zoroark makes her appearance.

“Hello to you too mama.”

The family looks at you, all letting out various sad or comforting sounds. The larger Zoroark curls around you, in an effort to keep you warm.

“Thank you.”

It’s funny being held like this. Your thoughts begin to tumble and before you know you, you’re sobbing into the fluffy mane of the Zoroark around you.

You cried your heart out to the whining pack, venting about all that has happened.

Your banishment.

You betrayal.

Your heartache.

They left it all.

The alpha Zoroark rubbed her cheek against your, wrapping herself up in your scarf before moving away. She stood up, speaking to her children before most of the zoroarks left, not without giving you a nuzzle.

One Zoroark was left to keep watch over you and the zouras.

You cried a little more, hugging and cuddling with your new family before falling asleep, surrounded by their fluffy warmth.

You sleep safe and protected, completely unaware of what is yet to come.

The pack of zoroarks quickly move in towards the village.

The have arrived by the next night.

The alpha looks down at the scarf you have yet to notice she took.

They hurt her pup.

They left her pup abandoned in the wilderness to suffer the same fate as her.

They will not be forgiven.

The meeting between the commander and clan leaders was dragging on.

It was late but no progress was being made.

Kamado sighs at Irida and Adaman’s stubbornness, the two were still upset about his ruling over you.

“It’s been almost a week! No one as heard from them, let alone see them!” Adaman’s patience is wearing thin.

“What if something happened to them? These lands aren’t exactly kind.”

Irida was worried, she heard from Lian that the day of you banishment you asked for her, but due to Kamado’s orders he couldn’t help and you left.

You are her dear friend, she hopes you’re safe.

Adaman’s anger is only to mask his fear, Irida is right, these lands aren’t kind, and with you by yourself, with no guards or professor on the look out for you, who knows what could happen.

The door to the side suddenly flings open.

A powerful burst of malicious pressure forcing it open.

Red claws grip the door frame, the Zoroark lowers herself to enter the office.

Before any made a move the gasp.

That’s your scarf, that’s your galaxy uniform scarf that you never took off.

Slowly the Zoroark morphs into you, a blood stained you.

“…..hero?” Irida’s voice breaks, her hands over he mouth with tears stinging her eyes.

Adaman and Kamado stand shocked and horrified at the realization.

It’s you.

“Why did you do this to me?” It’s your voice, it sounds so uncanny.

Your eyes however stay that stark yellow, glaring down the commander.

“I-I didn’t!- I-“

“I will give you a fate like mine.”

The threes face’s paled, neither clan leader’s teams were strong enough to take on such a strong, angry foe.

A part of them didn’t want to. It was you after all, you had every right to be angry.

They stare at the Zoroark’s illusion. It had to be you, the creature had your scarf after all.

You didn’t seem to have any open injuries, but the blood showed just where you were hit.

Adaman felt like puking at the thought of your pain.

With all the commotion, Cyllene and Laventon burst in.

Laventon’s loud cry startled the Zoroark, bringing her attention toward the other door.

Was that your pack mate you spoke fondly of?

“Everyone get back! Abra!”

Ah these the strict one you spoke of as well.

She lunges, breaking her illusion and going for Kamado’s throat.

But Abra teleports him out of the room just in time.

With a loud snark and howl, the village echoes in several howls.

“If you hadn’t banished them this wouldn’t be happening!”

“How was I suppose to know they’d be killed and turned into THAT!?”

“Are you so closed off you don’t see the world you live in anymore!?”

Kamado argues with Irida and Adman, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Enough! We need to take ever safety precaution we have. Zoroarks are dangerous, we won’t know who’s one until they slip up.”

Cyllene quickly takes over the situation.

“Lock down the village and get everyone inside this building state!”

“Yes ma’am!” Galaxy guards run out to round everyone up, alarms are being signaled and the lock down commences.

Hours into the lock down, well into the next morning, everything seems fine.

Kamado spent most of it dealing with the villagers, ignoring the harsh glares being sent his way by the other leaders, Cyllene, and Laventon.

His mind only replaying what happened yesterday.

You couldn’t be dead…could you? Though why else would a pack of zoroarks come to his village? They always stay in the Icelands.

The realization that he had a hand in your demise, seeing a ghostly you, so angry at him.

It made his heart sink.

The commander does his best to make sure that side door stays locked up tight. He always checks to make sure it stays that way, in fear it’ll open and you’ll be standing there, ready to finish the job.

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With food secured and their mother’s actions done, the pack heads back to their den.

The alpha lets out a soft coo at the sight of you playing with the other pups.

“Oh! Welcome back.”

You holy in surprise when each Zoroark drops human food by you.

“Is that what y’all left for?”

You look at them confused as she nudges you towards it.

“Well, thank you!” You gave some of them some pets before eating some of the food.

Looking over to the mother of the pack you chuckle.

“I was wondering where my scarf went, though you can keep it, it matches you!”

Your chuckle turns into a laugh as she licks your face, fully trying to give you a bath.

Maybe staying here won’t be so bad.

Decided to draw one of my fav pokemon family :)

yes froslass’s face doesn’t work like that but come on, she has the right to be creepy too

Art from the Japanese ending of Hisuian Snow, showing a younger Adaman and Irida!

Also, Laventon just excitedly waving at Cyllene 🥺

I love the idea that the legends Arceus protagonist is just absolutely feral.