Lovers || Five x Female Reader

1.5

"True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love doesn't end..."

"And that's how Phil determined that the archduke just had to go. Care for dessert?" The Handler sips on her meal. "Uh no thanks." Y/n eyes the bowl of candy. "Uh we had a bad Twinkie in the apocalypse once. Put us off desserts." Five says but y/n still eyes it. 'Something is off about those candies. But what' she thought. "Please. Indulge me." The handler scoffs. Five takes a candy and eats it. "I- nevermind." Y/n was about to stop five but realized that nothing happened.

"What's that taste like?" The handler smokes a cigarette. "The 1950's?" Five days causing y/n to turn her head slowly. "Precisely right. Our clever metaphysics division concocted a way to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy. This ones modeled after the Fudge Mutt, America's favorite in 1955." The Handler raises her voice. "Remarkable." "You'll be happy to know it's the very division that's building your new bodies. Oh that reminds me I have something for the 2 of you. Carla? Would you bring the boxes in please?" The handler says on the speaker thing.

"Clothes make yourself you. Won't it be nice to actually wear it? Very soon. I assure you. They're perfecting your bodies as we speak." The handler says as they look at the box with adult clothes. "Thank you. It's a very kind gift." Five says as y/n looks at something. "Is that a Chinese flamethrower?" She says. "Good eye. War. Such a fascinating concept. A temporary salve for a permanent human flaw. Course it's a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet. These are just some of the things I've collected in my travels. M26 grenades from the Vietnam War. And this, the most noteworthy, perhaps. My Walther Pistol. The very one Hitler used to kill himself. We're not supposed to take these kinds of things but he wasn't gonna use it anymore. Feel. How perfectly balanced that is. Hm?" The Handler passes the gun. Y/n grabs the gun and raises her eyebrows. "i have some thoughts i want to run by you." five said grabbing the gun and putting it back.

"Mm! Shaking things up already. I admire that." the handler says caressing fives jaw. "Bleh." Y/n groaned at the sight. "Go on. Do tell." the handler says ignoring y/n scold and walking back to her desk.

"Gloria." Y/n looks at five then walks to the handler. "The tube operator. Wouldn't it be simpler if case managers were to send their own messages?" Five says leaning on the table. "I appreciate the thought i really do. But everyone loves gloria. i would never hear the end of it! She's been with the commission family for years and she's this close to making pension." the handler says holding out her thumb and finger with a little gap in between. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Sorry to interrupt. May i have a moment alone?" A woman asked the Handler. "of course.Duty calls. we'll continue this discussion later." The handler says taking a puff of her pipe. "Sure. May I?" Five says at the candy. "Please" The Handler shrugs. Five and Y/n walk out.

"Gloria. The Handler knows that Five and Y/n are up to something. Get this to Hazel and Cha Cha immediately ." The woman from earlier tells Gloria as Five and Y/n teleport to the tube room. Gloria walks to the tubes but five teleports behind her and knocks her out. "Careful she's an old lady." y/n whisper yells. Five chuckles and grabs the tube in Gloria's hand.

The Commission

to Hazel and Cha Cha
Reassignment:Protect Harold Jenkins

The paper read. Five makes a new task. For both Cha Cha and Hazel.

The Commission

To Hazel
Eliminate Cha Cha
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The Commission

To Cha Cha
Eliminate Hazel
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"you know that's not how we do things here. Where's Gloria." the handler says from the end of the door way. "don't know couldn't find her." Y/n shrugged. Gloria groans on the floor behind the desk. "You're a great disappointment to me. You can't change what's to come Hargreeves'. I truly find it so odd that you can't shed this. You belong here. with us." the handler shakes her head. "I don't belong anywhere, thanks to you. You made me a killer." Five says causing y/n to get a little teary eyed. "You were always a killer. I just pointed you in a direction."

The handler reaches for a gun but Five and Y/n teleport away. "you owe me." the handler gasps. "We do owe a debt." Five says smirking at me. "But not to you." y/n says throwing a grenade to the handler. Five grabs y/n and they leave the room. Five holds y/n to his chest as there was a big loud explosion. "stay here and pass me a grenade." five says and y/n tosses him a grenade. Five teleports away. After hearing a loud boom five teleports to y/n with a briefcase. "smart thinking." y/n pecks fives lips causing him to blush. "cmon." y/n drags him.