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Just a kiss | Five Hargreeves

Sumarry → All Five wants is a kiss from your dear Y / n.

Pairing → Five Hargreeves X Reader | Word Count → 614

A/N: Maybe I’m a little out of character, but I’ll get better, I promise.♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Remembering that here the five is 19/20 years old and the reader is also stuck in her younger body.

Five is very intelligent and independent, but if there is one thing that he knows that makes him better and happy, it is his dear Y / n, only her presence makes him so well, imagine how a kiss would make him?

“I don’t understand, I’m not asking you to marry me … not yet.” Five speaks next to Y / n, while she makes a sandwich.

“I already said Five, I already have a boyfriend.” Y / n speaks without looking at him, and Five looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re lying, I never saw you with anyone, even when you go to that strange bakery, you always go alone,” Five says, crossing his arms with a winning smile on his face.

“Wait … are you following me now ?!” Y / n speaks looking at him with wide eyes, and Five looks away, pressing her lips together to hide her smile.

“That doesn’t matter now, Y / n” Five replies by running his hands through his hair, and Y / n punches him in the arm, making Five massage his arm laughing.

“Was that supposed to hurt, honey? I didn’t even feel anything.” Five says with a sly smile, and Y / n shows Five his tongue.

“Whoever shows their tongue asks for a kiss, then …” Five says holding Y / n’s cheek, and approaching, making her eyes widen in surprise.

“Get out of here Five, I already said I’m dating!” Y / n says pushing Five and trying to hide his smile.

“Just a kiss!” Five says pouting while holding Y / n’s face.

“Stop this.” Y / n says laughing, trying to dodge Five’s snogging.

Y / n knew that Five was just kidding and that he would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

“Y / n my love, the boyfriend’s excuse worked-” Klaus says entering the kitchen, and stops when he sees Y / n and Five.

Five looks at Y / n with a mischievous smile, and she squeezes her eyes tight.

“Fuck Klaus!” Y / n says running his hands over his face and Klaus scratches his neck awkwardly when Five laughs.

“Sorry honey, I should have guessed that he would be after you, after all, he is always close to you.” Klaus says, leaning against the wall with a sly smile.

“What do you mean?” Y / n speaks confusedly, and Five sighs with the slowness of Y / n.

“Now you need to give me the real reason why you don’t want to kiss me.” Five says getting close to Y / n again, and she lowers her head trying to hide her shyness.

“Look Five, that would make things weird between us, so please, let me finish my sandwich.” Y / n continuing to make your sandwich.

“I promise things are not going to get weird, let’s go Y / n.” Five speaks, and Klaus smiles, as much as Y / n doesn’t want to admit it, he knew that Y / n liked Five.

“Do you want a kiss? Okay!” Y / n speaks, turning to five and holding his face, Five’s eyes go wide.

Klaus watched the scene with his mouth open, and Five was just as surprised when he was, and even more so when Y / n kissed Five’s lips softly.

“Oh my God, everyone needs to know this!” Klaus says smiling happily as he runs out of the kitchen.

When Y / n walked away from Five, he was still surprised and his cheeks flushed and Y / n smiling with pride at finally making Five blush.

“There, are you happy now?” Y / n asks taking his sandwich, and leaving the kitchen still smiling.

“Wait, I need more of this!” Five says, running after Y / n, after finally coming back to reality.

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My requests are still open!

Anyone: *doing anything*

Five: You fucking ass!

Y/n: *doing anything*

Five: I love everything you do

Am I the only one who thinks Aidan should have more fanfics? I know he's still young, but fuck anything platonic or something? It doesn't need to have smut, because I still don't feel comfortable reading smut with him, but I would really like to read something cuter and more romantic and even platonic.

Maybe I'll start writing him, I think I'll do that

Maybe the 45 with the number 5? Please I need this!!

45. “I need you, don’t you need me?”

Remembering that in all my stories with Five, he is 19/20 years old and the reader is also trapped in her younger body.

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"Please tell me you're not leaving." Five says as he walks into her room and sees you packing.

"Look Five, I'll keep helping you just... away from your brothers and sister."

"They're idiots, I know that but you need to stay." He says sitting on the bed where you are packing up.

"Sorry Five." Y/n says closing the suitcase, but when goes through Five, he holds his wrist

"Please stay, I need you, don't you need me?"

"What question is that? Of course I need you." Y/n says and Five smiles softly stroking Y/n's hand.

"Well I guess I need more" Y/n rolls her eyes and sits next to Five, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"No I need you more than you need me."

"You've never been so wrong" Five says holding Y/n's hand and kissing his head.

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All Five wants is a kiss from your dear Y / n.

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“I need you, don’t you need me?” - ✩

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HEEEEY TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!! ❤️❤️

And I'm thinking about posting some Inaki and Wonka fics, do you want that?

Y/n is Five Hargreaves' real wife, he would give his life for her, and no one will EVER make me change my mind.

Me: Alright Y/n, it's time for you to become a bad bitch.

Y/n: But...why?"

Me: Trust me, it's necessary.

Y/n: Oh... okay!

"Do you regret it?" | Five Hargreaves

Summary: Y/n and Five, drunk at the end of the world .

Pairing: Five Hargreaves X Fem!Reader

A/n: Is this small? Yes, but I decided to post it to ease our broken hearts for five now

"Do you regret it?" Y/n says with her head resting on Five's shoulder.

He was drunk, but not as drunk as she was.

"Of what?" He says trying to sober up so he can understand her.

"Of meeting me." Y/n says and Five laughs at the thought, they grew up together, and after everything they've been through, she asks that kind of question.

"Do you want to know what I regret?" Five says, taking her hand.

"I regret not making you happier, not marrying you, and our retirement not working out." He says and laughs at the end. Y/n lifts her head from Five's shoulder and looks at her upset.

"But you make me happy!" She says with him words a little jumbled and Five smiles softly.

"No, I don't make , I just drag you into every mess I get myself into I'm terrible, grumpy, and I don't understand anything about feelings, I'm sorry." Five says taking Y/n's hand and intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Five?"

"Yes dear?"

"I wish I had married you." She speaks softly and Five smiles closing his eyes.

"I would also love to see you in a white dress." He says imagining her in a beautiful white dress.

"But maybe in another universe... we got married, right?"

"Or maybe you found someone better for you." He says it jokingly, but it hurts to think about love with someone else.

"As if anyone else would put up with me like this."

"You say that as if you weren't the most incredible woman in the world." He gives her a little kiss on the head and keeps his mouth there with his eyes closed.

"Maybe in another universe you would end up with Lila." She says this, and Five frowns.

"I'd rather be killed."

"But if I wasn't in this universe?"

"Well, then my life would be nothing but sadness." Five can't even think about the possibility of living a life without his Y/n by his side, and if there is such a universe, where his Y/n isn't there, he wants to stay far away from it.

They were silent for a while, and Five couldn't help but imagine their wedding, it would be just the way she wanted it.

"Would you prefer to get married in the church or outdoors?" Y/n asks and Five smiles

"She was imagining that too."

"Which do you prefer?" He asks, squeezing her hand tighter.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I would like it to be just the way you dreamed."

"What's your dream wedding Five?" Y/n says with and Five's smile widens.

"One where you're the bride and I'm the groom."

Requests are open, darlings!

Come on, show me what you've got.

Oh, and just so you know, I'm writing for The Last of Us right now.

Who do i write for?

Pick and choose (you can also try luck and ask for someone else and maybe MAYBE i forgot about them and can write you something)

MARVEL AND DC

TV characters (and some films too)

Anime characters

Singers and actors

F1 drivers (ONLY DRIVERS, i see you coming)

TV characters

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Carl Gallagher (Shameless US)

Elliot (Euphoria)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Luke Patterson (Julie and the Phantoms)

JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

Fezco (Euphoria)

Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls)

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

WARNINGS: this is quite angsty...no actual smut happens just a tiny scene. Also I messes around with some scenes so I feel like it doesn't follow the storyline in the series... that's about it... (should a do a part 2?) part 2 here, part 3

He was nursing a long drink of whiskey on ice as he stared at the blank wall. The year was 1963, and he was currently sitting on a lousy couch in Dallas. The apocalypse was going to take place once again mere days away. He felt bone tired, no one around him understood the stakes and the pressure he was under. He got out of his jacket a black and white photo. A young woman in her early twenties had a huge smile plastered on her face, her head was slightly cocked to the side and loose hair from the messy bun that rested at the top of her head framed her beautiful face. She seemed radiant, her eyes were crinkled from her smile and she seemed like a goddess to him. A piece of heaven that he left behind.

“Who's that?” Klaus whispered in his ear and Five jumped from the sudden sound and he glared at his brother. Out of all his siblings, Klaus was the only one who would understand him. “She is beautiful.”

“She is my wife.” Five said quietly. His voice was soft and colored in an emotion that Klaus couldn't recognize.

“Your what?”

“Are you deaf? I said she is my wife, or at least she was.”

“What happened?”

Five had been at the Commission for several years. After a failed experiment he had turned back to his twenty-year-old self. He had heard whispers of the Scarlet Angel all around him, everyone seemed to talk about his rival, especially in his presence. It was supposed to be the deadliest assassin of the Institution besides him. One gray day he was called into the Handlers office. That was when he saw her for the first time. A tall woman was seated on a chair, her beautiful face turned towards him as he entered the room. Five had never been one to find in someone's physical beauty but at the moment their eyes met he could swear that his heart skipped a beat.

Their first assignment together had been such a success, that they were stuck together permanently. Throughout the following years, Five found himself falling for her harder every day, with every word she said, with every laugh she caused from him, the way she always had his back and defended him whether she agreed with his actions or not. Their fights were the best thing that ever happened to him, she always found ways to leave him speechless, with her smart comebacks, the way she was animated when she got angry, her hands flew around her, her face got angry red and her hair bounced with her movements. He had never seen someone look so exquisite when they were yelling at him. She made him feel alive, adrenaline coursed in his veins. She always got the better of him. She was so… infuriating. On one of those occasions he finally had enough.

He grabbed her face and smashed their lips together to silence her. She was breathless when he distanced himself from her. Her eyes were wild and her hand flew to his cheeks, slapping him. Before leaving him frozen on his spot. They were supposed to be undercover as a married couple at the gala of their target. They had been discussing tactics and strategies when things escalated.

With a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down and headed back towards the ballroom, searching for his supposed wife. They stayed together all night, dancing and acting like a couple. It seemed natural to him to be this way with her. Having her in his arms, and showing her off. Finally a few minutes shy of dawn, they tiptoed towards a huge room where their target hid diamonds. Diamonds they were going to steal after killing him, so the crime would seem like a robbery gone wrong. Just at the last corner, they were almost caught. Five quickly hoisted her up before he pinned her to a wall and he placed his face on her neck. Her skin flashed and her heartbeat was rapid beneath his mouth.

“Play along.” He whispered sweetly to her skin but she was shocked by his actions. So he had no choice. He sucked at her pulse point receiving an immediate reaction. Her legs drew back on his hold, her back arched, her eyes closed and her lips released a quiet breathy moan. At that moment he knew he was already addicted to her. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He bit and sucked on her neck and her hands tangled into his hair as she tugged at the short strands on the back of his head. She was moaning in his arms and her hips rolled against his. He raised his knee and she started riding his leg shamelessly. He wanted to be inside of her or he was going to burst. He wanted to shut her smart mouth so it would no longer fire comebacks at him. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants before pushing her underwear to the side and he waited for a confirmation to continue. She could ask him to kneel, to beg and he would gladly do so. Just to steal one moment with her.

A loud bang echoed through the walls and they snapped out of their daze. But the damage had already been done. Their partnership had been blown to proposition forever. And the rest was history.

Several years later, and many happy years together after being married in secret. It happened, their big bang, the thing that embodied the doom of their relationship. Five had always been a pessimist, even in his early childhood. He was a firm believer in Murphy's law, which stated that when something could go wrong in a situation, always expect it to go wrong. They had traveled in Germany during the Second World War. Five posed as one of the ranking officers in Auschwitz as his wife was expected to do the same. Only, she had been compromised and now she was one of the prisoners. The terrible labor that she endured every day was the thing that would plague him for years to come. After completing their mission and several wounds later they managed to get back to the safety of their home.

“Why didn't you listen to me?” Five snap in frustration and terror. His hands shook as he tried to stitch a big guss on her stomach. She looked paper thin, her bones were visible and her veins along with her arteries stood prominent against her pale skin that lost its color.

“I did. I disagreed with your plan either way. And we had to do something drastic. I took a risk and I lost. It happens.”

“And did it have to happen in one of the most terrifying places that ever existed on this Earth?”

“Snap out of it. You would have done the same. And always where we are atrocious things have happened. So you don't get to lecture me. I am my own person. I made a call and it happened to be wrong. But if I hadn't done that we would have eventually failed this mission. And you don't get to lecture me when you have done nothing but be untruthful to me since the moment this started.”

“Wh- what are you talking about?” Five whispered, his voice quivered with unshown emotions. He could see the inevitable impact between them before his eyes, he had just hoped he could have a few more moments with her. A few more minutes, a few more hours, days, or years. Anything really.

Her eyes were hard and full of hatred. She pulled herself to her feet. The pain that consumed her must have been blinding. The open wounds leaked with blood that stained her skin. She moved towards her coat where she retrieved a dark green notebook and she slammed it against their kitchen table, before placing her hands on her hips and firing a challenging look towards him.

“You know I want to get back to my family, sweetheart.”

“Don't sweetheart me. These equations are only for one person. So is there something you want to tell me, dear husband of mine?”

“Please let me explain…”

“Explain what? That this meant nothing to you? You are an egoistic son of a bitch Five. And I am done with you. And you know why? You made the mistake of placing a date when you started. Our wedding date. You have already shown your true colors. You can leave now. And you can take this, I don't need it any longer. Either way, it was fake and it meant nothing to you.” She said before throwing her wedding ring at him. It thudded against his chest and he caught it mid-air, as he watched her walking away from him and slamming the door of their bedroom in her way. He stood frozen in his place. It was done. The one thing that made him feel alive, the one thing that made him happy left him. He lost it under his own hands. The same night, he left a letter behind him before he traveled back in time, back to his family. To them, he seemed a shy seven years older than when he disappeared. But they didn't know about the two things he carried with him from his last life. Her picture in the breast pocket of his smart jacket and her wedding ring on his collarbones as it hung from a golden chain, both hidden from the world.

“Five. That is just … I don't know what to say.”

“Then don't. It is already hard to think about her.”

“How long has it been since -”

“Six years, eight months and twenty days. My early attempts to get back to you weren't really successful.” He whispered as he toying with her ring. It was gold and smooth to touch, his name had been engraved on the inside. It had been a blast to convince the person who made them that his name was actually Five. And he smiled at the fond memory.

“Will you ever see her again?”

“I don't know. The selfish part of me wishes that, but another part of me knows that it is better this way. Because she is free and safe from me. Klaus, if you don't mind … no more talk please.”

Klaus looked at the pained expression on his brother's face. He had never heard him utter the world “please”, at least not to him. So he simply nodded and stayed with him in silence before their peace was disturbed by their reality.

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WARNINGS: sorry this is quite small , so they do have a reunion but I have kind of left their relationship as it was. Angry reader, lovestruck Five. Reader can read minds and direct thoughts...

part 1, part 3

He was laying in stacks of hay. His mind was spinning and a memory resurfaced behind his eyes.

Soft fingers trailed his arms. Deep watchful eyes stared back at him and their foreheads touched. The only thing that covered them was a light gray sheet. His arms were tightly wound around her, his hands either buried in her hair or trailing the arch of her back. They were talking about everything and nothing. She could talk his ears off and he wouldn't care. The sun rays warmed their skins and Five watched as the sunlight adored his wife.

The memory was gone as fast as it appeared to him. The happiness that flowed through his veins left a sour taste in his body. He could hear his siblings arguing around him. He could feel the blood staining his hands hours later after he fled the commission… again. Only this time he took the board with him.

Hoards of assassins appeared in front of the small shed they hid, trying to form some kind of plan. Was she out there?

His hands shook as he tried to keep up his cold uninterested facade. Trying to seem distant when in reality he was frightened to his core. The Handler was standing opposite of him. Sporting that creepy, horrible smile that put him on edge. Next to her is standing Lila, Diego's crazy friend from the asylum. And on the other side, a young woman sat kneeling on the ground. Her hair was cut short just above her shoulders, not in their usual length. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes red, hunted in a faraway look. His wife, his beautiful, strong wife, sat with her hands shackled barely sparing him a glance.

“I believe that you remember her, Five.”

Diego looked at him dazzled, trying to place the pieces of the puzzle together. But Five only had eyes for her.

“She hasn't been of any use to us.”

Her words barely registered to him. She looked broken and yet strong. She held her head high, proudly showing the bruises that adorned her beautiful face. He could feel his heart shatter in his chest because somewhere deep down he knew that he was the reason for the bruises, of the broken look in her eyes. He wanted to destroy the Handler and anyone else who dared to lay a finger on her. Don't.

Her soft voice echoed in his head. She had read his thoughts and probably anyone else's thoughts in the vicinity. Her plan formed into his head and they fell into their familiar rhythm. But something was different. Nothing would be the same. Because even if by law she was his and him hers…. he had lost her, simply as that. Rather was when Vanya showed she was glowing all around and everyone was stunned. But not her, she took the opportunity and struck the Handler behind the neck while rushing towards him and his brother. He worked quickly on her bindings, setting her free. She smiled at him and the breath was cleaned out of him.

That was when she slapped him.

“What the hell?”

She quickly grabbed rocks close to her and started throwing them at him.

“Would you stop? I swear to God-”

“You pretentious fuck. How could you? You, hypocrite. Why must you always plague me?”

“I'm sorry. Please just-”

“He is sorry, he says. Do you ever mean what comes out of your atrocious mouth?”

“Please, sweetheart. Can you -”

“What was that? Huh? You have the audacity to talk to me? After everything you have done?”

Five felt a weird mix of love and irritation. He had missed her. And her yelling at him was a familiar scene. There was something comforting to it, besides the rocks that he dogged. He could hear the faint sound of his brother laughing somewhere behind him as he watched the presumable love of Five's life, giving him an earful.

Suddenly, everything was put to a stop as a scream sounded, and they ran towards the barn, where Lila was fighting with his siblings. And just as he was about to put an end to it, she grabbed the black lathered briefcase, their one way out of this hellhole, and disappeared into a vibrant bright blue light. He quickly grabbed hold of each of his family, and while they argued around him, he drew on his powers, reading himself and the others along him into another time jump. He looked at his wife's face and her eyes and found the remaining strength he needed to gather. Her terrified look was the last thing he saw as blinding light engulfed them. Everything could go wrong, but as long as he was by his side, he felt invincible.

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Thank you for all the requests, please send more they are so fun to write. I have almost finished them but from now on I will have tons of extra free time so sent me prompts or story ideas... I write fluff, angst and smut

Also I have been toying with the idea of writing a theseus scamander story (probably on wattpad and AO3) please tell me if you are interested ... or a oneshot . Plus I have recently released a short zutara story in my accounts on Wattpad and AO3, if you are interested check it out... (you can find them in the link on my bio)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: pretty much all Hatty Potter characters from any era, Star Wars, Five Hargreeves, Tyler Galpin, maybe Formula drivers and possibly more ... and book characters from Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Heroes of Olympus, The Shadowhunter Chronicles and many more ... SPENCER REID or hotch ...

Lastly if anyone wants to be on my TAGLIST please leave a comment or message ...

WARNINGS: stlll angry reader because i am a petty and grudgy (is that a word? I am not sure) queen, death, funny internal monolgue (i am getting good at them) um not exactly smut but suggestive content ... oh and my terrible writing because it has been a while... also how cool is this collage like 🤯

part 1, part 2

The hotel they had been stayed was a little bit dusty and not overcrowded but his family hoarded him like crazy. They were talking his ear of nonstop demanding answers he didn't have once again. His shoulders felt too heavy and he just wanted to sleep. His lovely wife was avoiding him and when she wasn't avoiding him, she glared at him. His heart ached at her presence. How had he screwed up this one lovely thing fate threw in his way?

His family was a calming presence sure. But he didn't crave them the way he needed her, his chosen family. Don't get him wrong he loved his annoying siblings to bits, those little shots were everything he had. But he didn't seek them out the way he did her. He was infuriated with her from day one. He was a trained assassin, a ruthless killer, yet one simple smile from her, as lightly mean teasing comment turned him soft, weak to his knees, ready to do her every bidding. It wasn't healthy ... right?

He was glad she was getting along with his family and overjoyed when she fought by their side in the Sparrow Academy proving to be a valuable asset. He told her as such which resulted in more yelling from her and a fond smirk on his face formed on his lips as he heard his brothers snickering behind his back.

"Asset? You have the nerve to call me an asset?" Her voice could be heard from miles away but his heart flattered at her sight. Her cheeks were read from the fight and a new cut was adorning her right cheekbone and Five couldn't bring himself to care for the scene they were making because she was finally here, next to him, alive and partially unhurt. He would take her anger over her absence. His mind was calmer and he was more rational, less reckless. All he wanted was to grab her angry face and kiss the anger out of her. Was it toxic? Perhaps. Did he need her desperately? Definitely.

The days have gone by with the blink of an eye and as their impending doom approached them he could she her resolve crumbling, she became less harsh with him, tangling their fingers in show of silent support and Five at that moment felt invincible, there was nothing he couldn't do. If he was going to die he was going to die in her arms, he was going to feel her lips against his one last time and he was going to feel her around him again.

The opportunity arised in Luther's crazy wedding. He could understand the sentiment. He had done the same but he thought his marriage was more beautiful than his. His dark green eyes were constantly scanning the room as he consumed one drink after the other. He was going to be hammered beyond recognition and his wife seemed to have the same idea as she mixed drinks and swayed on her feet. She had never looked more beautiful. She had put on a bit weight, yet not enough and all he wanted was to staff her face with her favorite foods to make sure she would stay healthy.

Somehow they had ended up on the dance floor, stumbling over each other's feet as they giggled lightly underneath their breaths. They were watching them closely from the balcony of the room, yet he was so far gone in her that his brain was stuck in that thought as it repeated her name in an endless circle. His fingers ghosted patters in her lower back and he could feel the goosebumps rising at her exposed back. She had been wearing a beautiful dress, the one that resembled THE dress, the one she wore when their relationship started.

Their last night on Earth.

They were going to spend it together.

With a bottle of the strongest whiskey in hand and pulling her by the waist they ended up in an abandoned room as they stumbled and fell on each other. They flopped down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress and the springs groaned from the sudden weight. His jacket had been discarded in a matter of minutes as he pounced on her like an animal would to its prey and kissed her hungrily.

In a matter of minutes their clothes were resting on the carpeted floor and he was inside her moving at a lazy pace, gathering the other in their arms as soft chuckles and moans filled the air between them. For a moment they were back to their weeding night, were they had drunk once again more than it was humanly possible and they recited their vows while they made love. Five had always craved the softeness, the intimacy of this act were you could still be coherent to treasure and worship your other half with receiving and giving pleasure.

"I take you as mine, knowing and loving all of your strengths and faults, just as I offer myself to you as yours with all of my strengths and faults. I will be there for you in your times of need, just as I know I can turn to you when I need a guiding hand."

Tears were slipping past his eyes as he repeated his oath over and over. He had to make her remember just how much he loved her, because if they were going to die, she had to know that she was loved and treasured, and that he would do anything to make thing right once again.

The angry red sky was what greeted them and found them in each other's arms with pounding headaches and disturbed groans. His face was buried in her neck, drawing in her familiar scent, waiting for her wrath to unveil and kick him out. He had stepped over the line last night, they had both been drunk and not clear headed as things went too far. Yet her fingertips drew shaped in his spine and a chill raced in his bones.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft it could have been lost in the mayhem that surrounded them. Five unfurled himself from around her and leaned in his arms staying on top of her, keeping his weight off of her.

"No. Don't do that. I am the one who should be apologizing."

"No... I- look I do not want us to die and still be angry with each other."

"I could never stay angry with you... not for too long at least." He let her startled laugh wash over him and he softly smiled at her as she nuzzled her face on his chest and hugged him close.

"You don't hate me?" She whispered in a defeated voice.

"I could never hate you my love"

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Five, driving Y/N and Klaus: So how was your day?

Y/N: We almost got surprise adopted!

Five: What?

Klaus: We almost got kidnapped.

Five: Oh, okay.

Five: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!