A request from Tumblr: "Hi! Today I'm feeling very angsty (which is not usual) and I was wondering if you could write a fic where Five got injured and there's a lot of blood and Reader is holding the wound and shouting for help and just like a miracle, one of Five's siblings come just in the right moment. If it would've been one minute too long, he would've died. And then R is waiting for him to wake up and it has like a fluffy ending? I don't know.
If it's too much info or you just don't feel comfortable with writing it or anything, please feel free to ignore this. Your health and mental health is more important than anything. Thank you if you just consider it! Have a great day, love!💜"
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Who would have thought that Five would find himself in this scenario? When he was working in the Commission, he was considered as the best assassin. He can complete his missions right away with no problem.
And who would have thought the Handler has friends? Friends that would like to avenge her death. It has been a year ever since he, his siblings and his friend came back from 1963 after all.
He tried to chuckle despite his blurry vision. His chuckle turned into fits of cough. He ended up spitting blood as he felt it rose into his mouth.
He leaned back on an abandoned building with ten dead bodies lying on the ground in front of him. Five thought it would be easy to kill them. But he was wrong. He was lucky he was able to kill the last one before he bleeds to death.
He had been trying to teleport back to his house but he cannot. He was too tired. He was in pain.
Y/N will not be happy about this.
He looked at the night sky above him. It was your thing to gaze at the stars every night. You know nothing about constellations. You just find them really pretty and relaxing.
When he was stuck in the post-apocalyptic world, he realized that you were right. It gave him hope that he will go back to his family and best friend. Even after he came back to 2019, he would still gaze at them if he can.
He tried to think of something else to remove the thought of pain coursing through his entire body. He then remembered his conversation with you before he went out to seek The Handler's friends.
"Let's go."
"What? No, you're not coming with me, Y/N."
You grabbed Five's right shoulder to stop him from walking further away from you, "Five—"
He removed your hand from his shoulder as if it burnt him, "No means no, Y/N."
When the two of you came back from a cafe, you found a weird-looking paper on the floor outside his house. Upon seeing this, Five hurriedly grabbed it out of your hands and read it. It turned out that he can recognize the paper. It was the same paper he was always receiving when he was working for the Commission.
Five told you everything he did in the Commission. Until this very day, it still brings chills to your spine. Who knew your best friend would turn out to be a deadly assassin in his forties?
And now, the two of you are in an alleyway, a few miles from his house, arguing. "But you said we're partners, remember? And partners stick with each other."
He rolled his eyes, "We were ten when I said that."
"Still!" You tried to force him to let you come with him. But knowing Five, he would not back down easily.
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Fanfiction(Five Hargreeves x Reader) (Diego Hargreeves x Reader) Just sets of requests, one-shots, and mini part series which are originally posted in Tumblr. I decided to post it here in Wattpad so that the people who have no Tumblr account can read this. En...
