goldman's detective agency / Five Hargreeves x gn!reader

Revelations

‟𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 / 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚! „
goldman's detective agency, martha

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It was a little past nine-thirty in the morning and you had just located Viktor's exact flat. You hadn't seen him at any point on your journey and hoped that this was perfect timing. As it happened, it was about two minutes later than perfect, because the flat door swung open just as you were convincing yourself to knock.

"Oh! Uh, Y/n, right?" Viktor blinked, jumping a little in surprise. He gave an awkward smile, "I'm, uh, Vanya, I don't think we were properly introduced."

"Vanya." You repeated, more as a reminder to yourself that he hadn't yet figured his identity out. You nodded, "Yeah, uh, bang on. Y/n."

"So, um, did you... need something, or...? Why are you- why are you here?" He stumbled over the words and gave you an apologetic expression.

You paused, before nodding, "Yeah, um, a few things, are you busy?"

"Just heading over to the academy." He pulled his door closed and stepped out into the hallway as he turned to lock it behind him, "You can come with me, um, if you want. And talk then?"

"Sure."

Neither really talked on the way back downstairs, not until you were both comfortably seated in the back of a taxi to take you straight there.

You looked down at your slightly-sweaty palms as you spoke, "So, um, first question. Do you know anywhere good to get, like, the tapes that you put in a Walkman?"

A small frown of confusion made its way onto his face, "You're using a cassette-tape Walkman?"

"Yeah. Pogo gave it to me." You paused, looking over at him, "Don't tell me you have more recent tech than that."

"We do, yes." Viktor gave a small chuckle, "Have you never heard of an iPod?"

You sank into your seat slightly with a small groan, "You have iPods and I've been hunting down cassette tapes?"

"I might have an old one in my room at the academy, if you want it?" Viktor offered.

Your eyes lit up in relief at the prospect of being able to listen to more than the few songs that were on cassette. Maybe you could actually listen to more of the music that you'd enjoyed in your other reality. Maybe. "Yes, please."

"I'll have a look." He nodded and there was a brief silence in the taxi. He glanced out of the window and looked back at you, "What was the other thing?"

You did your best to find the right way to sort the words, "What did Reginald say about me? When you guys were kids? Uh, if you can remember." You gave a strange sort of half-frown, a small smile on your lips.

"Oh. Uh..." Viktor blinked, "Not much from what I remember, I'm sorry. We all thought he was just trying to adopt another kid, not..." he trailed off, casting a glance at the taxi driver as if wanting to avoid being thought of as insane. He bit his lip and drifted from the sentence slightly, "Well, another two kids."

You hummed, a little disappointed you hadn't been able to get many answers from this as you'd hoped. "Yeah, I wonder what happened to Eight."

The remaining three minutes of the taxi ride occurred in an awkward silence.