The book perches comfortably on my lap as I lean against the window.
When those who found this skeleton attempted to disengage it from that which it held in its grasp, it crumbled to dust.
I feel a tear drop out of my eyes and I tilt my head back. "Fucking hell this mascara is-" A sound interrupts my angry rant and it takes a while to realize that it came from me.
You what? Just because you're degrading your life doesn't mean that others are!
you're degrading your life
degrading your life...
The thoughts echo around my head like a chain and coils around my head as ridiculous sobs exit my mouth.
Get it over with! I think to myself but tears seem to fall out harder.
Light flashes into my vision and I see Five sitting on the windowsill next to me, his arms crossed. His eyebrows raise and sighs as he scoots closer.
"You're a mess." he remarks.
"No I'm not." I say automatically
He raises an eyebrow. "I have eyes and I can see with them."
I sigh. "Sometimes I wish you didn't."
"What seems to be the problem?" he asks gently.
I show him the cover of my book. The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. "Sad thing."
"Ah." Silence stretches out between us and he scratches the nape of his neck. I pinch myself to another tear rolling out and Five gently pulls my hands away and wraps his arms around my neck, placing his head on top of mine.
I flinch at the sudden embrace but sinks into the warmth.
Suddenly, the curtain rustles and Klaus peeks through the curtain. A sly grin climbs its way up his face and we immediately pull away from each other, bodies pressed against the opposite side of the wall.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asks, his hand going up to his mouth with a false gasp. I roll my eyes.
"It's really not like that."
"Oh, I heard that too many times and, according to very reliable sources, it is 99% of the time like that. Also-" He blinks his eyes slowly and staggers. "Fresh love." he mutters as he walks away.
Five and I glance at each other.
"How much weed do you think he had?"
"Thinking more like heroine."
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"You got the Ricci curvature tensor wrong!" I flick Five's head and he winces and glares at me.
"No, this is-"
"It's really not. You forgot the-" The argument drones on and I barely notice Luther entering the room.
Luther scrunches his nose and looks around the walls full of equations. "What is all this?"
"Probability map."
"Probability of what?" I roll my eyes at Luther's continuous questions.
"Of whose death could save the world." Five impatiently replies "I've narrowed it down to four."
Luther's face scrunches up once more. "Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?"
"No, I'm saying that their death might prevent it." he explains.
"Oh." My chalk continues taps on the wall as I fix the equation.
"I'm not following." Luther says.
Five glares at him. "Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum."
"The butterfly effect." I add.
"So all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the timeline, wherever they may be, and kill them." Five concludes. Luther's face relaxes.
"Oh, yeah..." Luther gets up close to see the names written on the wall. "Milton Greene. So who's he, a terrorist or something?"
"I believe he is a gardener." I reply.
"You can't be serious." Luther says in shock.
I groan internally at his continuous talking as I answer. "It's basic math, Luther. 7 billion versus 4."
Five pulls out a gun from under the bed. I point at the gun and then Five. Then the gun. Then Five.
"You know what, I'm not even going to ask." I say.
Then, Luther, out of nowhere, grabs Delores from the neck. Five immediately points the gun at Luther, his eyes crazed.
"Put...her...down." he seeths.
"Not going to do that. Not unless you put that gun down." I feel a small pang in my chest as the tension grows in the room. It's not...jealousy, is it?
No no no no. Just no. I am not jealous of a freaking mannequin. I do not, under any circumstances, feel anything for Five.
My thoughts distract me as Five blinks across the room. I snap out of it.
"Wait. What happened?" I ask, dazed. They ignore me.
"I can do this all day." Luther says, the gun perched on top of his shoulders.
Five gives him such a look that I take a step back, startled.
Huh. Never noticed that his eyes are that shade of green- Nope. Nope nope nope.
"Fine." he says, drooping. "There is one way."
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How to Kill Time (Reader x Five Hargreeves)
FanfictionIt's the end of the world as they...don't know it. Five Hargreeves is supposedly back from the dead and Y/n Hargreeves, the eighth umbrella, tries together to save the world. Time is never on their side but you can't essentially kill it, or can you...
