RUN BOY RUN- reader x Five Hargreeves

Part One

Y/n stood in her room, the soft light of a desk lamp casting a warm glow over the pages of a worn book about space jumping. Her brow furrowed in concentration, but her focus was not on the subject matter itself; rather, it was a means to an end. She was meticulously gathering details about her siblings' unique abilities, piecing together fragments of their lives as a way to understand the world they inhabited. Time had slowed since Dad's passing—an event that, despite its gravity, had somehow liberated her. The sudden creak of the front door echoed through the house, breaking the stillness. "Party time," she thought, a flicker of "excitement" igniting in her chest. Setting the book aside, she made her way down the stairs, her footsteps soft against the hardwood. As she reached the bottom, she spotted Luther, his tall frame silhouetted in the doorway. "Luther?" she called out, her voice light with surprise. He pivoted, his expression morphing from surprise to a playful grin. "Whoa, Y/n, you're still 13?" he exclaimed, the teasing lilt in his voice familiar and comforting. "Yeah, nothing really has changed," she replied, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. He nodded, an awkward smile lingering as he headed upstairs, leaving her to wonder about the passage of time and its curious ability to freeze certain moments. 

One by one, her siblings trickled in: Diego, with his brooding demeanor; Klaus, ever the chaotic spirit; and finally Allison, radiating warmth. They were all here, save for Vanya, whose presence was eagerly dreaded. Y/n settled onto the couch, her book now forgotten in the rush of familial energy. The sound of the door opening once more drew her attention. She got up and was greeted by the sight of Allison enveloping Vanya in a heartfelt hug. "Hey, Vanya," Y/n called out, her voice bright as she stepped closer. Vanya's smile was tentative but genuine, a flicker of joy amidst the uncertainty. But then Diego's voice sliced through the moment like a knife, cold and accusatory. "Oh, what is she doing here? You shouldn't be here. Not after what you did," he snapped, turning away as he ascended the stairs, leaving a palpable tension in the air. Y/n instinctively placed a reassuring hand on Vanya's shoulder, choosing to ignore the brewing conflict. "Maybe he's right; I should go," Vanya murmured, retreating toward the door, her expression shadowed with uncertainty. "No, don't listen to Diego," Y/n urged, her voice firm. "Yeah, forget him. I'm glad you came," Allison chimed in, her support unwavering. With a shared resolve, Y/n and Vanya moved into the main room, the weight of Diego's words still hanging in the air. 

Y/n returned to her reading nook, her book and notepad waiting patiently. Vanya wandered over to the shelves, her fingers brushing against the spines of various books until she pulled out her autobiography, a flicker of pride crossing her features. "I read it, by the way. It was not bad. You truly have a gift for writing," Y/n said from her perch on the couch, her tone sincere. Vanya's smile widened, a rare spark of happiness igniting her eyes. Just then, Pogo entered, his presence a soothing balm amidst the chaos. "Welcome home, Miss Vanya," he said warmly. "Pogo," Vanya replied, moving to embrace him, the hug a small solace in their shared grief. They parted, Pogo's gaze falling to the book in her hands. "Ah yes, your autobiography." "Do you know, um..." she hesitated, the weight of her question palpable, "did he ever read it?" Pogo's expression turned somber as he shook his head. "Not that I'm aware of." Vanya glanced at the painting of Five above the fireplace, her thoughts drifting. "How long has it been since Five disappeared?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sixteen years, four months—" Pogo began. "And fourteen days," Y/n finished from the couch, her tone reflective. "Pogo kept track, and I asked him so many times that I started counting myself." The ache of longing for Five settled heavily in Y/n chest; she miss him more than anything. Those nights when he would comfort her after nightmares seemed like distant memories now, yet all too vivid. Y/n's powers were an extension of her mind—she was the embodiment of the Scarlet Witch among her siblings, but her abilities surpassed even that. 

She could read minds, catch glimpses of the future, and those visions haunted her relentlessly. Five was often the one who held her through the night, his room adjacent to hers, always alert to her cries. In the depths of her nightmares, Y/n's screams reverberated in Five's mind, pulling him from whatever slumber he was in. He would leap from his bed, racing to her side, where she sat up in bed, tears streaming down her face. "Sh, sh Y/n, I'm here. I'm here," he would whisper, his fingers gently stroking her hair and face. He wouldn't leave until her breath steadied, sometimes staying until sleep claimed him as well. With a determined sigh, Y/n ascended the stairs, heading toward the office. She heard Klaus's unmistakable voice drifting through the air. "Come on, Dad, where's the cash?" "Klaus?" she called, recognizing him instantly. His head popped up, an exaggerated expression of surprise crossing his face. "Oh my god. Is that little Miss Y/n? How are you, girl?" he exclaimed, standing up with a flourish. "I'm doing great, Klaus," she replied, a smile breaking across her face. She had always been closest to Klaus, their bond a lifeline amid the tumult of their family dynamics. Just then, Allison entered, and Klaus's face lit up. "Oh, and Allison! Wow, is that you?" he said, extending his arms for a hug. "Hey, come here. Long time. Too long. Hey, I was hoping to see you actually, because I just wanted to know if I could get your autograph," he added, his hands clasped under his chin in mock reverence. Y/n couldn't help but snort a laugh. "Add it to my collection." The laughter flowed freely now, a welcome reprieve from the heaviness that had settled in the house. But then she noticed the rehab bracelet on Klaus's wrist, and her heart sank.