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Looking at the Past

Summary: Loki gets captured by the TVA and gets to see his past were he finds out that he had a lover; you.

A/N: so I watched the first episode of Loki and it inspired me to get out of my writers block and write a story about Loki looking back at his past and sees someone that loved him. So trigger warning VERY EMOTIONAL AND LOKI EPISODE 1 SPOILERS

Loki had never felt so far away from the concept of control until now. He never felt so lost, so helpless and so purposeless until he stepped foot in the TVA. He hated the feeling, he hated feeling this way, he hated the Avengers but most of all, Loki hated himself.

At first, he thought it was a joke. That this place was all a front, that he was a God and a God was the most powerful being. However, after visiting Casey and finding the multitude of infinity stones used as paper weight, he realised that the TVA was no joke. The TVA was in fact the keepers of time and all the choices his made were choices that was already written.

Except him running away of course.

Loki looked at the projector that was playing before, paused on all the Avengers. A thought had slowly crept into his brain. The thought of looking at his whole life. He shuddered at the thought. He was scared. Mobius had told him his life purpose was to create pain and suffering for others so that they can achieve the best version of themselves. Had that been true? Was his whole life just pain and suffering? Had his life been a meaningless void filled to aid others to the betterment of themselves while he crumbled to nothingness?

Loki let out a sigh, thinking to himself how he might as well see how horrible his life was. He sat down on the metal chair, letting out a breath. His shaky hand went to the player, fast forwarding it to his mother’s death. The death that he had caused.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he realised that his mother’s death was on him. He never thought Mobius was telling truth, that he was lying to manipulate Loki. But the infinity stones in Casey’s drawers had reminded him about the awful fact that he did indeed kill his mother. He was the reason why his mother had died. In an effort to gain control of his life, he lost the one thing that mattered to him the most; his mother.

He fast forwarded it but paused when he saw an familiar face, your familiar face. He was confused, you were the one who fought against him with the Avengers, why did you show up again? Did he come back to Earth?

“Loki, you are not responsible for your mother’s death,” you spoke, walking around to face him. He could see the skyline behind you, realising it was the Avenger’s Tower. Apparently he had returned to Earth after his mother’s demise.

“I led them to her!” He heard himself yell, chucking a glass. But you didn’t flinch. “I led them to her! I killed her!”

He watched as you walked closer to him, grabbing his hand. “You were in your lowest state, vulnerable to your weakest intuition. Your father had imprisoned you. Even though someone had been torturing you to do the things you had to do to New York.”

Loki flinched at that. Were you guys that close that he told you his deepest darkest secret? About how Thanos had tortured him and imprisoned him to get the other infinity stones?

“How did you know about that?” Loki yelled at you.

Apparently not.

“Because I can tell when someone has been tortured and manipulated by monsters,” you replied back in a calm voice, your eyes tearing up. “I know Loki. I know how it feels to helpless, to feel lost and unwanted and-“

Loki stopped it, his breath trembling. He fast forwarded it, not wanting to hear anything else as more tears fell down his face. He paused again, seeing a provocative image fill the screen and his veins filled with curiosity.

“Loki,” he heard your voice moan. He watched on as he saw himself not fucking you, but making love to you. He watched himself, his eyes filled with love and adoration at yourself.

He watched as your bodies molded together so perfectly, how you were both moving in synchrony. He watched as none of you broke eye contact, as both of you moaned in pure bliss.

“I love you,” he heard himself tell you. Something he never realised he would ever tell anyone. And by the vulnerability in his eyes, he knew future him had a hard time even saying it. He looked at you as if he was scared he had frightened you, as if those words had pushed you away.

But it didn’t. It had made your bright and beautiful smile broaden even more.

“I love you too.”

He let out a breath, not stopping himself from crying this time. Had he finally found someone who loved him for himself? Had he really been that lucky? He paused it again, looking at you. How your eyes looked at his. How calming and serene you two looked together.

He fast forwarded.

“How could you do that!” He heard himself screaming at you. Your face was in tears, looking back at him. “How could you be so idiotic, I told you to go back!”

“Why are you so mad, I’m still alive aren’t I?” You yelled back, clutching your stomach.

“Barely! God you humans are so daft!” He yelled back at you, his hands brushing his hair back. “Humans are so fucking daft and fucking pathetic!”

“Oh I’m sorry God Almighty, forgot you were immortal!” You yelled back, letting out a groan as your stomach was fighting against your screaming. “I’ll take the thank you later.”

“Thank you? Thank you!” Loki yelled back at you. “That weapon would’ve barely scratched me! You didn’t need to risk your life to stop it! You didn’t need to almost die just so you get to play hero and-“

“Don’t you understand that I can’t lose you!” He heard you scream louder than ever before, making him go silent. You let out a sob, shaking your head. “You’re the only- only good thing that has ever happened to me. And and- fuck, it scares me how much I love you. I love you Loki Laufeyson. I love you so much that I’d go through hell and back just to make you smile even if it meant I wasn’t alive to see it!”

Loki paused the video, letting out a sob before shaking his head. He couldn’t even fathom it. He thought he was an unlovable monster. Yet it seemed that you were blind to all of it.

He fast forward.

“I bought you a house,” Loki heard himself again.

You two were lying on bed, looking like you were in a private room on a spaceship. Both of you cuddling under the the sheets, Loki’s fingers drawing shapes on your skin.

You laughed at him, not taking him serious. But his face didn’t change, stopping your laugh. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Mhmm,” Loki replied back kissing your knuckles. You giggled at him, and Loki’s smile widened at your laugh. Even the Loki who watched on felt himself smiling at the sound of your voice giggling.

“And how did you get the money?”

“A god doesn’t pay.” Loki replied, laughing as you slapped him in the arm.

“Where’s the house? On Asgard?” You replied back jokingly. “How convenient for you, it’s in ashes now.”

“Earth.” Loki pushed your hair back. You looked at him in disbelief.

“Earth?” You questioned him, your face in bewilderment. “I thought you hated Earth, which is why we decided to visit Asgard instead.”

“But you love it,” Loki replied back, kissing your forehead. “And if you love it, then that’s enough for me.”

Loki fast forwarded it, unable to handle it watching it anymore. He needed to see how this played out. So he went to the end.

The hairs in his forearm rose as he stood up from his seat at the site of Thanos. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, your bloodied face in the back.

“Please,” he heard you wheeze out, tears uncontrollably running down your face. You tried crawling over to Thanos, trying to find mercy within the Titan. “Please.”

“I am feeling generous today,” The Titan said with a smile before picking up Loki by the neck.

“No!” He heard you scream. It was as if all the energy in your body came out all at once as you got up to run, only to be locked down by pieces of metal from one of the children of Thanos. “No! Let him go please!”

“So I’ll only kill you, and I’ll spare your brother and the girl,” Thanos said, before snapping his neck.

Loki let out a deep breath, his whole body shaking. He heard you scream in agony, a shriek that can only be described as a mother losing a child to war. He watched as you flung your body on him, trying to protect him from the explosion of the ship. He watched as Thor begged you to leave, but you yelling that you weren’t going to leave him alone, that he was not dying alone. And then he watched on as the words ‘End of File’ were etched on the screen.

Loki shook his head, before he started laughing. Laughing at himself. Laughing at his life. Laughing at how just as life was getting better for himself, just as he started making amends, he died.

“What's so funny?” He heard a voice say behind him. Loki smirked, turning around. The women looked at him weirdly, his face all tear stricken.

“Glorious purpose.”

•

“Loki?” Mobius called out to Loki who was sitting down, his hands on his face with the tesseract next to him. “Nowhere left to run.”

“I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline?” Loki asked, feeling helpless. Feeling sad. Sad because he will never have a story with you, a life with you. “I don't enjoy hurting people. I- I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to.”

Mobius slowly walked over to Loki, feeling a bit more motivated now that Loki was opening up to him more. “Okay, explain that to me.”

“Because it's part of the illusion,” Loki explained, letting out a sigh. “It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.”

“A desperate play for control,” Mobius finished for him, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “You do know yourself.”

“A villain,” Loki scoffed. Mobius shook his head.

“That's not how I see it.” He then looked at the tesseract that was near Loki. “You try to use that?”

“Oh, several times,” Loki laughed, looking at the tesseract with now lost interest. Men and women have died for this. Have started wars for this. Yet compared to the sacred timeline, these stones were toys. “Even an Infinity Stone is useless here. The TVA is formidable.”

“That's been my experience.” Mobius peeked an eye on Loki, feeling sympathetic. He let out a sigh. “Listen, I can't offer you salvation, but maybe I can offer you something better. A fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen.”

“And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?” Loki had asked him.

“That's right.”

“Why me?” Loki asked confusedly, arching an eyebrow.

“Because the Variant we're hunting,” he paused, looking Loki in the eye.

“Is Y/N”

•

You let out a breath, watching the minute men as they walked out of the portal. You hid back in the darkness, looking as the scene played out in front of you.

“I think some jackass found himself a time machine, came back here to get rich,” one of them spoke. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at their laziness. The TVA might be powerful, but god their workers were indolent.

“Should we fan out and look for him, sir?” A smarter minute man asked.

“Nah. It's not worth the paperwork.” The minute man turned around, looking at the other worker. “Just prune it. Let's bail. Set a charge.”

The minuteman was about to set the charge but before he did, he made eye contact with you. You raised a hand up, purple light seeping through your fingers. “Wait. Someone's out there.”

“Who are you!” The minute men spoke, pointing their weapon at you. You know walked towards them, a little coy smile on your lips.

“I’ll make this easy for you guys.” You pointed at the device. “I want that. Give it to me, and I’ll spare you.”

“No you can’t just walk in here and-“

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your finger lit up an even brighter purple spark, before pointing it towards the oil and lighting it up in flames.

You watched as the minute men burned into flames, slight twinge of guilt seeping through your veins. The Avengers would be so disappointed in you. But that thought disappeared as soon as it came to your head. You wanted Loki back, no matter what the cost.

You would walk to hell and back just to see him smile.

So you walked over to the device, picking it up before transforming back into your true form. The form you took after the final battle against Thanos. The form you took after you snapped your fingers, after taking the gauntlet. You didn’t care if you died when you wore the infinity gauntlet, you already lost Loki. But you didn’t died. Instead…

You became the Infinity Witch.

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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER REWRITE (BUCKY BARNES X READER) - SERIES MASTERLIST

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘

glimpses into a (mostly) quiet life with the winter soldier.

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

the world’s a little blurry – bucky is home, and he is yours.

forever is the sweetest con – you hate building furniture. bucky needs a new friend.

your lips, my lips – is there a more divine thought than being kissed by bucky barnes?

the billboard said the end is near – bucky is protective of what has given him solace.

this is me trying – bucky is trying, and you are proud.

steady now – bucky isn’t the only one with amends to make.

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How the Clouds Depart

warnings: abuse and mentions of sexual assault, please read with caution.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: this is an original story I wrote for my creative writing class. it is based off events that happened in my life and I hope you guys enjoy.

I sit in silence. The wind brushed through my hair and the cold bit at my skin. I stay perched on the damp pavement and as I run my hand over the bumps and grooves. A multitude of thoughts plagued my head. How did I get here? How could I let this happen? I was smart, I was cautious, I knew the signs, and yet here I am. This park was always my safe place. It was a place of innocence, a place of laughter, a place of happiness, and then he came. My tears felt frozen as they dripped down my face and the weight of them pulled me down. I can hear him creeping closer. I turn to look at him in those icy, stone-cold eyes. They are unforgiving, and not an ounce of humanity behind them. I know that he’s here to apologize and try to mend what’s been broken. Unfortunately, I know I’ll probably let him. This has happened far too many times because now I know his routine. I watch intently as he fixes his composer, putting on the mask that hides the monster underneath.

“Eliza,” He says, so very gentle.

My name drips from his lips like a song. It's melodic and almost hypnotizing. The way he speaks to me is like magic because he knows which spells to recite and which charms to use. He draws me in just like a snake ready to trap his prey.

“Yes,” I respond meekly.

He slithers in closer to me and he knows what he is doing. He’s clinging on to something that may not even be there anymore. He is mere millimeters away from me and upon closer inspection, I can see everything. Two dead eyes stare into me, while a devilish smile is spayed across his face, and worst of all there isn’t a man sitting next to me but an ungodly beast from the depths of my nightmares.

“You know that I love you right? That everything I do is out of love, you just need to let go. You need to be better, you just need to trust me,” He said with an unwavering voice.

I look up to the sky to be with my thoughts again. There were no stars and the moon was covered by thick black clouds. The dark has absorbed all the light in the sky. There was nothing bright or momentous about this night, all that resides here are gloom and dread.

This was very typical of him. For Midas never blamed himself only the one who gave him the golden touch, the one who did everything to please him. Oh, how I tried to please him. I was everything he needed: a friend, a listener, and a lover. I tried so hard and yet I keep wondering why he could never see that. I was the one who kept gluing the pages back together while he was the one who tore them out. Every move I made was like dancing around eggshells, but regrettably, I am no ballerina. Perhaps this is the breaking point. How many times can I try to make myself whole again only for him to shatter me like a fragile china plate? I will never be perfect, I will never be better, and I will certainly never trust him. Not after all the blackberry bruises, the relentless fighting, and the unwanted desire for my body. He will never change, so I must.

“Do I? I asked solemnly.

“Do you what?” He replied.

“Do I know that you love me?”

“What kind of question is that? You know that I do. You’re everything to me.”

He stares at me quizzically and I know that I’ve struck a nerve, The gears in his brain are turning and it is almost amusing to watch. The damsel never talks back to the monster. The princess doesn’t save herself, but no knight is coming for me. I must hold my own. It is my turn to slay the dragon. I am Beowulf and he is Grendel, it is time for his reign of terror to end.

“How? Is this what love looks like to you? Are you really happy?” I asked desperately.

“Of course I’m happy Eliza!” He yelled.

He towers over me and his eyes are full of anger and rage. I’m afraid of him and of what he could do to me. He’s never hit me, only grabbed or jerked me around. He made sure to point that out. He begins talking about all the good times. It was true when our relationship first started it was beautiful. He was chivalrous, devoted, caring, and more. Everything a Knight in shining armor should be. However eventually that armor turned to rust, and his true colors showed. He continues to yell at me, thrashing about like a wild animal in a trap.

“If you leave me I will die? Do you understand that?” He pleads.

There it was. That was his go-to move, and it has worked without fail so many times. However, if I stay I will surely die. That I understand perfectly. It’s selfish of me, that’s what he continues to tell me. I need to think of others first, and if I just try to see the world through his eyes then maybe I could understand what I was doing wrong. Maybe then I could understand what I did to desire a love so vile as his.

“Why are you just sitting there? Do you even hear what I’m saying?” He yells.

His voice booms like rolling thunder. He takes my hand in his, but it is not a loving touch. It’s rough and coarse, I can feel the pain radiate up my arm and into my teeth.

The wind howls in my ear, it’s screaming at me not to back down this time. The trees tremble and they are waiting anxiously for what I say next. The birds who were once asleep and safely nuzzled in their nest are now wide awake. Their eyes peer on me, for they too wait for a response. In fact, the whole park was screaming at me. The swings screeched to get on with it and the carousel begged me to finish what I had started. They have been with me since I was a child and now they are all yelling at me to take back control- to take back my life. They’ve always looked out for all of my life but now their songs fill my head at once and suddenly it becomes hard for me to think. And then I see it. A single drop of rain lands in a nearby puddle. I watch in amazement as the water ripples out. Incredibly, such a small drop has a lasting impact. Perhaps this was the final push, I needed to be a raindrop. No, I needed to be a tidal wave.

“No,” I said while jerking my hand free.

The rain started pouring at a steady rate, this was my moment. He was in my domain and now I was in control. The thunder rumbled overhead, giving me the strength I needed.

“No?” He asked with anger welling in his voice.

“I’m done being your rag doll. You’re not going to look at me anymore, you’re not going to hurt me anymore, and you certainly will never touch me again,” I retorted.

“You’re nothing without me!”

“Perhaps. But I will never be anything with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, you love me!”

“I loved the idea of you.”

A flash of lightning illuminated his face. He was desperate, clinging on to any ounce of control he had left. I was behind the wheel now, and as long as I’m in the driver's seat he would never have another say again. I backed away slowly, it was finally over. The trapped had been sprung, he was wounded- there was nothing else he could do.

“Eliza, if you walk away now I will never come back,” he said with a shaky voice.

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. It shouldn’t have made me smile but it did. I wiped the rain from my eyes and laughed.

“Perfect,” I smiled cheerfully.

“Fine, if that’s what you really want. If I am so terrible and worthless then I’ll just leave,” He responded.

He began to walk towards his car that was parked a few yards away. He looked back only once to see if I would change my mind. There was a gleam in his eye, a sliver of hope that I would come crawling back like I always did. Not this time, this time I’m triumphant. I’ve won the war. My life is mine again. As he drives away, I feel the rain wash over me. I feel clean. I feel light. I feel free. As quickly as the rain started it came to an abrupt stop and I looked up at the sky to see that the moon shone brightly next to a million stars. The clouds were gone, and I knew that the moon was telling me that brighter days were ahead.

#original writing #original work #original fiction #memoir #short fiction #creative writing

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I had to write a short story for my creative writing class. Would anyone be interested in reading it? I can’t post it until after it’s graded cause my school has a plagiarism scanner but I really want to share my original work with some one 🥺

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Writers are like artists. You wouldn’t trace the Mona Lisa and call it your own.

Writing is a passion, it’s what we love. We take pride in the stories that we create and when they are stolen it is like a deep wound. And hurts far worse than any criticism you could say to us.

So I've noticed recently that there have been a lot of fics being stolen in the Five x Reader tag lately. This is the second time this week and it's INFURIATING!

The first time was someone stealing a fic by @anapocalypseinmymind. Now one of my good friends on here @fiveisnumber1 has also gotten their fic stolen by user @pinkieumbrella. This is APPALLING!

As a creative, a person should understand the toil and emotional labor that goes into crafting a beautiful fic. To steal from someone else is so ethically wrong. Just because something exists in a freely accessible online community space doesn't give you the right to plagiarize it!

Changing a few words, a few settings, a few circumstances and copying the rest of a piece of work word for word without credit IS plagiarism. It's not "creating something new" of however the hell you want to justify it to yourself. Do you even realize how much time and effort and energy goes into producing an original work of art? A writer fights themselves over the tiniest details to get their work to perfection before publishing it! Writing is a piece of yourself that you willingly share and fic writing is the same thing done for FREE!

I know for a fact how much fiveisnumber1 works on her fic. She has created her own version of the TUA universe and has crafted it so meticulously over MONTHS in an effort to make it its own entity while respecting the original source material! It's heartbreaking to see her so sad because someone stole their work! To taint a writer's labor of love in such a way is so disrespectful!

If you're going to steal another person's work, then one writer to another: DON'T WRITE AT ALL! Fandom spaces are better off without your intellectual theft and toxic energy.

Write fic because fandom is a free space. Write fic because you CAN. I am a genuine believer that everyone is able to write with practice and that there is no such thing as "bad" writing to be embarrassed about. @pinkieumbrella I specifically remember I encouraged you to write after you posted your first chapter because I love supporting new writers. But stealing? That is definitely something to be ashamed of. I'm sorry I or anyone else encouraged you if this is your or anyone else's definition of "writing".

It doesn't make you a writer to steal someone else's ideas, make a small change here and there, and claim it as your own. It doesn't make you a writer to spoil someone else's effort and hurt their soul because they kindly shared their time and energy to tell us all a story for our entertainment which they had NO. OBLIGATION. TO. DO.

This goes for all writers who have recently plagiarized fics in this Fandom!

If you're ashamed, you should apologize and take responsibility for this instead of denying it. And I hope you all are ashamed because this is not okay. Write fic! This is by no means an attempt to tell you to stop, but write your OWN fic! Stop stealing from another writer! If you're only gonna do that then don't write and just enjoy reading fics because by stealing you're ruining the experience for everyone else ESPECIALLY the people you're stealing from who don't deserve this kind of bullshit after the time and effort they put into their work.

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So I’m an English major, and this semester I’m in a lot of literature and writing classes so I don’t see myself having a lot of free time to write the things I want to.

I’m going to try to write as much as I can, I just wanted to give you guys a heads up.

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I’m freaking out!!!!

HOLY SHIT LOOK AT WHAT THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY INSTAGRAM POSTED!!!!!

#the umbrella academy #omg i cany handle this #tua #chrispoter!!#umbrella academy

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Thanks for the tag!! @ohmyitsfaith

Last song: Overture - AJR

Last movie: Wonder Woman 1984

Currently watching: The Handmaids Tale, Starwars: the clone wars, Say yes to the dress, and some random things here and there. (I can’t watch one thing for too long or I get bored)

Currently reading: Forgiving what you can’t Forgive- Lysa Terkeurst, reading through Psalms and hopefully I will start a Bible study on Elijah soon

(Let me also say that I am a big supporter of the phrase “love thy neighbor” and am no way supportive of using the Bible to push a bigoted and hateful agenda. So no matter where you are from, who you are, or who you love- I’m here for you and I love you!)

Currently craving: Taco Bell nacho fries

Tagging: @fiveisnumber1 @paperpocalypse

get to know tag!!✨

Last song : willow by taylor

Last movie : corpse bride( the way i cried oof)

Currently watching : none rn(series) although last I watched tailed of the nine tailed (I loved it!)

Currently reading : school textbooks🤡

Currently craving: food that my mum makes

thank you for the tag @studystie 💜✨

tagging: @simposexual @jeonchemstudy @divinity-infinity @ancientmariner13 @ndemic @philology-studies @bulletnotestudies (anyone who wanna do can join)

#tag games!!#obviously no pressure<3

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Accept my love please

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tied up with a perfect bow// five hargreeves

Warnings: none

Summary: You decide to surprise Five with a Christmas gift

Word count: 1172

Requested: no it literally just came to me 30 minutes ago

Author note: check out my master list if you enjoyed this story!

Thank you so much for the support. And no matter what you celebrate, I hope you celebrate this time of year, I hope you have a safe, healthy, and happy holiday!

The cold air whisperer all around you, telling you to turn back, go home, and snuggle up into your warm and plush bed. But this was a very important mission, one you could not turn away from. The steps of the academy were covered in a thick blanket of freshly fallen snow.

No matter, you thought. You didn’t need the front door to enter into the cold and desolate home. You made your way to the alley, peering up you noticed that only one light in the house was on. Perfect.

You grab the rail of the fire escape and made your ascent. The metal was icy and cold, it made your hands burn and then go numb. But this was worth it. You glanced into the window and saw Five quietly reading your Trigonometry book you’d let him borrow. He said that this was math for babies, but it was fun to have some outside material to study. You couldn’t help but laugh at him when he said it was fun.

The beeping of your watch pulled you from your thoughts. It was time. You knocked on the window just loud enough for the boy to hear you, being careful not to cause too much noise in fear of his father. Five looked up from his book, opened the window, and was now face to face with you. You watched in awe as the snowflakes danced around his face.

“What the hell are you doing? Do you know what time it is?” Five whispered in a harsh tone.

It was not unusual for you to stop by after everyone in the house had fallen asleep. You had been doing so ever since that chance meeting at Griddy’s. But with everything going on with your family life, you had very little time to see him as of late.

“It’s Christmas,” you said matter of factly.

“What?” Five replied, with a look of pure confusion on his face.

“It’s exactly 12 am, which means it’s December 25th,” You stated with a cheeky grin.

“Yes, I’m aware of the date, but what does that have to do with anything?” Five asked, clearly unamused with your games.

“Let me in and I’ll explain,” you chided.

Five offered you his hand which you gladly accepted. It was warm and inviting compared to the harshness of the winter. He helped pull you into the room, where once again you were mere inches apart.

“Jesus, (Y/n), you’re freezing! You shouldn’t come all this way,” he scolded.

“As I said before, it’s Christmas. I know that it didn’t fall on a weekend this year so you’ll still have to do your training- I wanted to give you something to make this Christmas special,” you confessed.

Five looked at you in an expression you’d never quite seen before. You swore you saw his eyes welling up with tears, but that could’ve just been a trick of the light. You slowly reached into your coat and pulled out a package that had been hiding there. It was wrapped in the special addition Umbrella Academy wrapping paper and tied up with a perfect bow. Five took it hesitantly and unwrapped it like it was the most delicate thing in the world. It was almost like he was defusing a nuclear bomb set to explode at any moment.

“Advanced Calculus and Linear Algebra,” Five remarked, his eyes never leaving the book.

“I know you like to do that kind of stuff for fun. According to Harvard, this is supposed to be the most advanced math class out there,”

“You shouldn’t have,” Five mumbled in a low tone.

“I wanted to,” you defend.

“No, I mean it. You shouldn’t have gotten me this,” He said a little louder this time.

You stepped back, hurt evident in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he didn’t want it. You’d spent weeks tracking down the newest addition, making sure everything was perfect.

“I’m sorry I just thought that you would enjoy something a little more challenging than my high school trig,” you apologized meekly.

“That’s not what I meant,” Five said a little softer.

He placed the book down on his desk and traced over the letters of the title. You watched intently as he did, wondering what was going on in his head.

“You shouldn’t have gotten me this, because I can't get you anything,” He clarified.

Your heart dropped. You knew that his father rarely let him have anything of his own, how could you be oblivious to the fact that this might upset him. You moved closer and rested your head on his shoulder, you felt him slowly but surely lean into your touch.

“Five, I don’t need anything. You’ve already given me the greatest gift,” you said softly.

“And what’s that? And I swear if you say some bullshit like ‘friendship’, I will be forced to make you leave,” He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I was not going to say friendship,” you scoffed with a slight roll of your eyes.

“You were,” Five confirmed.

“Yeah, you’re totally right,” you laughed.

“You deserve someone who can give you more than just random midnights and occasional Saturdays,” He whispered in your ear.

You pulled away so that you could look him in the eye. They were so full of determination and love that Five felt his heart swell immensely. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in close, so close that the tips of your noses touched.

“I don’t need a present to tell me that you care about me. You risk everything just to see me, you’ve disobeyed direct orders just so you could bring me soup when I was sick, you help me with my ‘math for infants’, you read Shakespeare and Homer to me when I can’t sleep. Five, I love our stolen moments. They are far better than anything you could buy in a store,” You stated.

You watched him carefully. He was eerily quiet, like a computer processing the new program you had just installed. He was still buffering. He stood without saying a word, and then he blinked out of the room. You stood in utter shock, you couldn’t believe he had just left. However, just as quickly as he had gone, he returned. He was covered in melting snowflakes, his cheeks flushed red from the cold.

“Where the hell did you go?” You asked very angrily.

Five held up a bushel of green leaves with white berries scattered throughout. You soon realized that his blush was not from the cold.

“Mistletoe?” You question with a sly smirk.

“You said it didn’t have to come from a store. Merry Christmas, (Y/n),” He replied with a small shrug.

He moved closer and dangled the notorious plant over your head. You let out a small laugh before giving him a small yet passionate kiss.

“Merry Christmas Five.”

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little birdie (5)// five hargreeves

Warnings: very tiny trigger warning for self harm

Summary: When Five lands in the Sparrow Academy, he must convince one of them to help him reset the timeline.

Word count: 1650ish

Author note: finally done with exams and back to writing! it felt good to write something I wanted to, instead of essays for school.

part one, part two, part three, part four

Remember when you said The Umbrellas were not that bad, well most of them weren’t. But they were hesitant to welcome you with open arms. Luther stared at you intently, fire and rage seeping from his demeanor. You tried your best to sink into the burlap couch, the fibers itching away at your skin. You had delivered their brother safely, mostly unharmed but at least he was alive.

“Does anyone else think that this is- I don’t know, dangerous? That thing is a killing machine, she could be raiding our minds,” Luther snarled.

“I have to agree with King-Kong, she could be satelliting our location to Dad as we speak,” Diego, you assumed, spoke.

“That’s not entirely how it works,” you spoke up timidly.

“Oh yeah? Then how come you know everything about Five? Or how about how you tried to kill Klaus? I’m sure you’ve already told your little flock of drones all of our secrets,” Luther yelled.

“First off,” you started, “I am number five. I’m not the ringmaster, I’m not the leader of the group, and I have the body of a teenager. So let’s assume I hold no power when it comes to my family. I am an object to them. If I was in league with them- believe me, pea brain, you’d be dead.”

The room fell silent as you raised your voice, and Five gave you an encouraging smirk. He was going to enjoy you putting his egotistical brother in his place. But boy, did his family make your blood boil.

“And another thing, Mr. Age-of-enlightenment, don’t try to use my ability against me. Because I can bet that you will lose every single time. Brain beats brawn, tough guy,” you spat.

You were in his face now, on your tippy-toes, but still making yourself eye level. You could do it if you wanted to. Take over his mind and make him do unspeakable things, but you decided against it. You needed them to trust you, but more importantly, you needed their help. You took a deep yet shaky breath and backed away from Luther slowly. The anger was suddenly gone and replaced with immense dread. You looked around at your surroundings, they were all staring at you harshly but with fear ever-present on their faces. You knew that all they saw was the beast who stole lives, who knew every secret and thought, the monster who could never be trusted.

“This was a mistake,” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes.

“(Y/n), wait,” Five called. You felt him reach out for you but it was too late, you were already out the door.

You could hear him yelling at his siblings from outside the door. It was strange how much he cared, you’d known him a couple of days- and half of that was fighting with your families. You looked around cautiously, where were you gonna go. You made your way through the old and dusty hallway of the rundown apartment complex. It was a good hiding spot. The other side of town in a secluded and forgotten area, your siblings would never think to look down here. They thought the umbrellas were too egotistical to be smart. The stairwell, you thought, was the only way to rise from rock bottom. You must go up. You run up the stairs as fast as your feet could carry you, hearing the loud boom of your stomps echo off the concrete walls.

You reached the rooftop in a matter of seconds. The chill of the April air lingered around you. You made your way to the edge, the streets were barren and quiet. There was no one to help you escape from this nightmare you had created. What a mess you had managed to create in less than a week. You peered over the edge trying to find any living being to take over so you could be rid of all these conflicting emotions.

You were a member of the Sparrow Academy, and yet here you were fraternizing with the enemy. The Umbrellas would never see you as an equal, just as someone who stole their life. Then there was your family, how would you ever come back from this?

“You really shouldn’t be leaning over the edge like that. You could fall and that would be quite unfortunate for the both of us,” Five’s unempathetic voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Five carefully grabbed your forearm and pulled you away from the edge. Not that he thought that you’d intentionally hurt yourself, but he was not about to lose someone he cared about. Five thought for a moment, did he care about you? Or were you just an important asset to resetting the timeline? He didn’t have time to sort that out at the moment, he had more important matters to attend to. You looked up at him, the tears made your eyes shine more than they usually did. He didn’t know if it was your power drawing him in or if this was just a moment of weakness. He just couldn’t help himself. He wiped a tear that had managed to escape, though he could tell that you were trying your best to keep them in.

“They’re a lot, I know, but they’ve been through hell and back. They’re scared. They’ve lost everything, and they see you as Number Five not as (Y/n). A replacement for us. You’re better and far more powerful than any of us,” He explained.

You liked this version of him. This Five was gentle instead of hostile. You wiped your eyes and nodded, showing him that you understood.

“I can’t believe I let my temper go, I just- it’s been a hard couple of days. I’ve never disobeyed an order, I’ve always done what my father told me, was always there when Number One needed me. Yet here I am, standing in the presence of my most dreaded enemy,” You explained.

“I’ve told you, I didn’t ask you to help me,” He remarked coldly. There he was, there was that hardened exterior. There was a silence for a moment before you decided to continue.

“I’ve heard about you my entire life, the boy who could travel between space and time. I used to be afraid of you, how could I possibly compete with someone who could be anywhere they wanted. I used to have nightmares about the day when you and your family would come,” you finished.

Five cleared his throat with an unreadable expression. You could look into his mind and see what he was thinking, but you did not want to destroy the foundation of trust you had built with him. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Our father really has a special way of sculpting young minds. When we met him in the sixties, I should’ve been more careful...if I had known that’s why he was taking notes at that dinner- I would’ve watched what we said,” Five said solemnly.

He blamed himself for all this, how could he not. Not only had he managed to ruin his entire family’s life, but he had managed to drag someone as good as you down with it. He thought for a moment about where you would be in his timeline. Maybe you had learned to control your powers, and you had grown into a young woman. Maybe you had a life, a job, a family, a house mortgage to pay. But yet his stupidity had cost you everything. Now you were just as broken as he was.

“You’re not stupid,” you spoke up.

Five gave you a quizzical look, and then it dawned on him.

“You were in my head,” He responded in a monotone voice.

“I couldn’t help it, you blanked out. I had to make sure I didn’t say anything wrong. More importantly I had to make sure you were okay,” You said reaching for his hand. To your surprise, he didn’t pull away, and for that you were thankful.

“Why do you care?” He asked sharply. It was meant to hurt you, but you’d faced worse than a moody old man.

“Because you’re my friend. We are friends, right? I mean, I saved your life...twice. You held me while I bled everywhere,” You said with a small yet hopeful smile.

Five cautiously looked at your hand holding his. He wouldn’t let anyone else do this, he really shouldn’t let you do it. Something about it felt right, your touch was comforting. It was like a breath of fresh air and if he concentrated really hard it almost brought a sense of normalcy. He could imagine that there was no danger and definitely no world in need of saving. It was you, he concluded, it had to be. Somehow you must have been drawing him in, making him feel this way. He hadn’t felt like this since he first saw Delores. This had to be one of your mind tricks, and yet he didn’t care. The feeling was worth having.

“Yes, I suppose we are friends,” He confirmed.

That brought a smile to your face. You both liked the sound of that. Five gave your hand a gentle squeeze and you felt your heart melt. Surely this was not the same Five Hargreeves your father had warned you about. You were sure that there was no way you could ever hate him, you just didn’t have it in you.

“Come on,” Five spoke up, “We better get inside before my siblings think you murdered me.”

“You know that I’m not always in your head, or anyone’s for that matter. And I’m not a cell phone tower, I can’t satellite your location,” you explained.

Five gave you a small chuckle, “I know.”

With that he lead you back into the warm and safe, yet slightly smelly, hallway. Having Five by your side made you feel safe and you knew with him there- you could face anything.

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