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Number 5×♂️

I don't see enough gay fanfiction about this-
So fuck it, imma make my own--

Number Five × Male Reader/ Number Eight

Your power is fragrances. You can make any smell- poisonis, chloroform, etc.
Warning(s): G A Y, very... Very gay. And (kinda) insect..? I guess?(you're part of the forty-three baby's {you're the eighth that he got}) :/
Also!- Five is Ace(Asexual) in this story! Get out of here- you people with sexy imaginations!

The story starts when you are nine years old.

Word count: 1500

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《Eight》

I heard the alarm clock blaring, as it started to force me awake, and I sighed heavily. Sitting up, eyes still closed, I turned off the annoying sound- and after a minute actually got up on my feet, getting dressed in my uniform, going to use the bathroom- for two reasons, one: the toilet. And two: brush my teeth. After I finished those two tasks, I left my room and closed the door behind me, and stood infront of my door. And I waited for two minutes, until I heard the door next to mine open, and out walked Five. And he sighed just like I did.

"It's to early for this shit..." He whispered, rubbing his eyes, I chuckled. "Language~" I purred in a mocking tone, trying to mimic Pogo, I smiled when he chuckled. "Shut up, eight~" He cooed, poking my cheek, I stuck my tongue out and closed my eyes. And then we heard the morning bell, and started to walk down the hall and to where we ate, and we saw that the others were there alot faster then we were this morning. "Well, that's a first..." I thought, going behind my seat, as Five went to his. And soon enough Dad came, stood behind his, and after a few seconds he announced that we should sit.

And the morning dinner went as all the others had, thankfully it was a Saturday- which ment we have our Fun now, even though that was absolutely stupid. But... What am I supposed to do, I can't define dad, I'd get into trouble. But me and Five were in the "library" downstairs, he was sitting up right and I have my legs on his lap, as my back was pressed against the cushion on the edge. We were both reading, and basically cuddling each-other, but what's new? The others were running around, playing. I heard Klaus call Ben "Tentacle-boy", and Ben called him "Death whisperer", and then Klaus started balling his eyes out- and yelling for mom. I rolled my eyes, at that.

I slowly looked up from my book, and watched my brother read, his dark brown hair still, and dark green eyes scanning the paper. It made me feel funny, so I closed my book and adjusted myself, moving my body to cuddle half of him and he looked at me curiously. "Why, all of a sudden, do you wanna cuddle me?" He asked, in a halfhearted tone, obviously enjoying the contact. I didn't respond for a while, after a minute I just quietly whispered: "I really wanted to cuddle, you..." My legs were still on his lap, but my arms are around his waist, and head on his shoulder. He chuckled, one of his arms snaking around my waist, and holding me close- as he started reading again.

We stayed silent and like that for the rest of our "designated fun time", and we enjoyed our time, or well... I at least did, I hope Five did too... But we don't exactly get that much time, for this kind of stuff. So now it's training time again. And once again he pushed us to do our best. And after ten minutes, I was already lightheaded, and the smell I had filled the room with- was lemons- if I try to make it as strong as possible, it can make someones mind go foggy, if it's strong enough... It can make them lightheaded, just like me at the moment, only way worse- because I am kinda use to this.

《Author》

"That's one badass stapler!" Five complimented sarcastically, as he grabbed the mans arm and smashed the stapler on his forehead, causing the man to get knocked out. As Eight was with the hostages, trying to make them calm down with pleasant smells, as the others were looking around. "Is that all of them?" Klaus asked. And Eight smelled the air, and pouted, before sighing and walked over to the vault. "Nope, more inside." He gestures his dominant left hand to the vault beside him, and Klaus whined: "But I wanna go home!" And Five smacked the back of his head, and then looked towards Eight again, and Allison decided to ask.

"How many, are in there?" And Eight smelled the air again, only now closer to the door, and cringed at the smell. "Gross..." He whispered. "There are about six, maybe seven?" He said blankly, and all of them looked towards a small boy. "Ben..." Eight said quietly, knowing that the boy really didn't like using his power, so tried to be gentle. "You have to use your ability." He said quietly, but sternly, making Ben groan out a small protest. "I'll let you pick, whatever smell you want, for the next week." Eight said with a pout, and Ben got a little small smirk, and Luther looked at him and shook his head.

Ben looked over at the door, before sighing. "I didn't sign up, for this..." And slowly went to the door, opened it and closed it, their was some shouting and then things started to smack the blurred windows. And after a few seconds he came out, covered and completely drenched in blood, and the smell to Eight was absolutely revolting. "Can we go home now..?" He asked, as Eight smiled, and changed the smell around the siblings to a calming lavender.

"Yup, les' go." Klaus popped his P and started to hed to the exit, Five got a big coat and wrapped it around Ben, as Eight took off his blazer and used it to get most of the blood off of Ben's face- and hair. And then followed the others to the exit, as Ben looked really uncomfortable, so Eight held his hand. And Ben whispered innocently. "Cinnamon buns." And Eight chuckled, and made the smell of cinnamon buns, making Ben smile a little. "Better?" He asked, and he nodded in response. "A little..." And then the other people started to say things, and their father came and talked, although the kids did not care.

Eight saw Vanya standing to the side, but couldn't say anything.

Soon enough they started to hed home, once home, Reginald was upset by how much blood was on Ben- ordering him to clean up, and give his uniform to mom- to clean. And he told them to get cleaned up, as well, and they did as so. And soon enough they were having dinner, and they started to hed to there their bedrooms after that, but Five and Eight... Had other ideas, for tonight..! And when they and the rest entered their rooms, Five and Eight left theirs. And quickly snuck up the stairs, making sure not to be spotted by Pogo, mom or dad. Didn't want to get in trouble, ya' know?

And headed towards the room with the window, that had an alright look at the night sky, and they got there with relative ease.

《Five》

I sigh out in relief, as we got to the safe spot, and Eight smiled childishly. "Hell yeah!" Eight whispere-yelled, making me softly glare at him, and he quickly pulled his hands up- and put them over his mouth, and nodded slowly, making me roll my eyes. "You need to be quieter, we don't want to get caught now, do we?" I asked, and he nodded slowly, pulling his hands down. We spent a good hour up there, making me alot calmer, we talked about the new books we started reading and discussed them in great detail- and when we finished talking about them, we got up and started sneaking back to our rooms. And right before we went into our rooms, we hugged, not like it was gonna be the last time we'll see eachother tonight.

And I got into my room and quickly changed, into my pajamas and sat on my bed, waiting to be called, to say "Goodnight" to out father. And soon enough I was called, exiting my room, seeing Eight again- he pulled a dumb face, forcing me to keep in my laughter, and we started to go to his office. And as always... He didn't even look up from his work.

"The audacity of that man."

I whispered to Eight, making him nod, very obviously agreeing with me...

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Hope you enjoyed, if you want a part two, I'll make one!
But imma need some ideas- if you want that...