Fighting Fate ~ Five H. x Reader ⚠️ DISCONTINUED ⚠️

S1 E2-

When we reach the house we find Klaus.

"Klaus come here for a second." I say

"Whatcha guys need?" Klaus asks with his regular smile

"I'm gonna cut straight to the point." Five starts, "we need you to pretend that your our father so we could get information on something." Klaus frowned. "... we'll give you 20 bucks" I bribe 

"Sold!"

"Five? Eight?" We hear Vanya, "are you guys upstairs?"

"Klaus get in the closet, go-go-go" I push him in

Vanya then finds us. "Oh thank god, I was worried sick"

"Sorry we left without a goodbye" Five says 

"No, look, I'm the one that should be sorry. Yeah, I was dismissive, and... I... I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't, to be honest."

"Maybe you were right to be dismissive." The boy scoffs, "Maybe it wasn't real after all. It felt real. Well... like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind." I kind of felt sympathy for him. It must've been hard

"Then maybe I'm not the right person for you to be talking to. Look, I used to see someone. A therapist. I could give you her information."

"Thanks, but... I think I'm just gonna get some rest. It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep." Five sighs

"Okay." With that she leaves

"That's so...touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow!" He says coming out of the closet. kinda ironic

"Would you shut up? She'll hear you." Five sneered. they should've called him the manipulator

"I'm moist."

"Ew, didn't need to know that" I scrunched up my nose

"I told you to put on something professional." Five rolled his eyes

"What? This is my nicest outfit."

"it's fine Klaus, we'll raid the old man's closet." I scoffed at five

"As long as I get paid."
"When the job is done."

"Okay, but just so we're clear on the finer details, I just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?" He looks at us

"Yeah."  "Something like that."

"What's our cover story?"

"What?" Five said, "What are you talking about?" I finished

"I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and... terribly misguided?"

"Sure." We both said

But he just continued, "Your mother, that slut. Whoever she was. We met at..." He pauses, "the disco. Okay? Remember that. Oh, my God, the sex was amazing."

"What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain." Five shakes his head

"Don't make me put you in time-out."

"Like I said to you son and... his girlfriend. any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you." He merely explained

"How are we supposed to get consent if you don't have a name?" I knitted my eyebrows

"That's not my problem" He looks at us and exhales, "Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so..."