Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

71 | bucket lists and weddings

Number Eight had done so much yet so little all her life. Time traveling, yes, saving the world, yes, falling in love, who knows, but attending a wedding at the end of the world...definite no.

When a normal person usually describes their bucket list, it's the opposite of an normalcy, and they'd opt for doing things like jumping out of a plane, confessing long lived feelings, stealing a gun from a police officer (Y/N has certainly come across a few of those ventures), but when it came to the group of abnormal adults sulking in the lounge, they yearned anything that was just ordinary.

When Luther and Sloane announced their poorly timed wedding, Y/N was couldn't help but admit she felt a twinge of excitement, perhaps puddled with shame. It wasn't ordinary for happiness to come out of tragic circumstances, and the girl hated the unordinary, but she was happy for Luther and his blushing bride-to-be. However, Allison's brooding presence from beside her communicated anything but.

"When did you have time to make these?" Y/N questioned somewhat amusedly as she fiddled with the party favor, shaking it lightly while holding it up to her ear.

"Me and Luther stayed up all night," Sloane giggled, passing out the rest, avoiding eye contact with Allison.

Y/N was about to add to her awe stricken inquiries until two lanky figures rushed up the stairs, gathering in front of the group as a familiar golden framed monocle bended the dim light that seemed in through the hotels rounded windows.

"Dad?" Y/N mumbled, standing up in alarm as Reginald approached, followed by a disheveled Klaus. "Klaus? Where the hell have you been?"

"Oh...we just got tangled up in a whole father-son end of the world road trip kinda thing," he shrugged, making exaggerated hand gestures.

"Oh," she smirked looking between him and the others puzzled expressions. "So you two are hanging now?"

"Yeah!" Klaus exclaimed, ignoring the look of disbelief exchanged between Ben and Diego. "We laughed, we cried, we played in traffic, and long story short, I'm immortal now. HYUUU!" Klaus grunted, flexing dramatically.

Y/N cringed at the awkward silence, looking away from Klaus and back at the tiny container in her hands, shaking it once again in curiosity before opening the lid to look inside, visibly detached from the rest of Klaus' display. Unfortunately, the movement didn't go unnoticed by the looming old man, whose eyes circled the group in distaste.

"Why are you all sitting around playing with jars?"

"They're invitations," Sloane explained softly, anticipation evident in her voice.

Diego scoffed and threw it over his shoulder, ignoring Five's glare as he narrowly dodged the tin can. "Nobody's playing—hey, Y/N stop that—"

"Luther and I are getting married," Sloane interrupted, handing Reginald an extra invitation.

Reginald stared at her for a moment, stumped, before quickly regaining himself, stumbling over his words. "All of space and time is collapsing and you lot are planning a wedding?"

Luther jumped up, placing a hand on Sloane's shoulder as he reached for the invitation, claiming space was limiting while trying to avoid making eye contact with Reginald, whose arm was still outstretched as if he were imagining the entire situation.

"Is this how I raised you?" Reginald snapped just as Luther stuffed the invitation away. "To fiddle while Rome burns?!"

Klaus briskly stood over Reginald's shoulder, reminding him to quiet down and take a breath, which was expected from his hippie nature (he'd been humming quietly in the background only prior to this), but his efforts to calm Dad down were only harshly rejected, making him fall back into his previous spot.