✧ NUMBER FIVE ✧

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(Y/N) Hargreeves

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗. Slacking-off. When we were 13, he trained me to be productive. He molded me into a dynamic human-machine. Five was such a strange yet mature kid and wanted me to be like him.

The sound of the chalk striking against the wall was the only sound filling the uncomfortable silence we rarely get. An hour has passed with this intolerable atmosphere. Me, being an overthinking Lil' bitch, I still couldn't get over the fact that Five just kissed me. Even if it was just on the cheek, it totally means something to me at least.

"You know it is actually easier if you told me what's wrong with you." Five spoke as he lets the chalk onto his bed and then clapping his finger together to remove dust.

"What do you mean?" I asked despite me also knowing I was being rather cold to him when the day began.

"Your awful mouth is not blabbering insignificant things since morning began."

"Excuse me? You're not initiating conversation yourself too. You're one to talk, old man."

"Don't call me that."

"You hated 'young man' I have to come up with somethin' else—I don't know if you realized but you literally doodled every inch of your wall in your room like some kindergarten explain to me why that seems to be okay?!"

"While your mind is sitting there thinking of dumb crap of you doing dumb things wasting your dumb time, I use my brain to find a way to stop the apocalypse."

"Get off your high horse! We literally made 0 progress, maybe what you're doing is useless!"

"You think I haven't gotten through shit? I've been to all sorts of crap you could think of."

"Oh, is that supposed to prove anything?"

"Agh, whatever. Just nevermind. Shut that mouth of yours again please."

"Oh, so now you want me to stay silent? You've been giving me attitude the whole time since you were back and I'm not even complaining! Do you think I enjoy dealing with your shit every time?"

"Didn't I told you to shut it?"

"NO! And it's always your way! You never really asked for my opinions or idea! It's always about you ever since we were kids! Old man!" I ranted loudly, muttering the last word, not really knowing where this quarrel was going.

"That's it."

"Wha—" Five, who was standing on the edge of his pillows, lowers his stance to pin me down to his bed.

His gripped fell securely to my wrist as he pulled it above my head, letting all his emotions tick off. He glowered at me. His warm breath that is hitting my nose felt intense from being enraged with the little argument we went through.

"Now tell me... How do you want it to be done?"

He maintained the death stare with his light menacing emerald eyes while I was still baffled by his actions, trying to comprehend what hell is happening.

"Oh, the things I'm gonna do to you."

"W-W-What are you talking about? G-Get off me, Five!" After a few more seconds of gazing into each other's eyes with our intimate position, he sat up and pulls my collar forcefully while giving a scowl, looking much angrier than before. The tenseness runs back down my veins and was replaced with agitation.

"If I hear that roll out of your tongue one more time, I'm gonna shove that whole book down your throat so that it'll digest through your organs in exchange with brain cells you lost. That's what I'm gonna do. Got that?"

I gulped and nodded rapidly. "O-Okay, whatever, just c-chill down."

"Um... Am I bothering something...?" We turned our heads by the door to see Luther with an uncomfortable expression plastered to his features. Why do I feel so pissed that Luther just disturbed us?

He raises a brow, walking inside with hesitation. Clearly, this was rather awkward, but thankfully Five already switched his positions. I'd literally jump off the window if he saw Five pinning me down. It's like a dad walking into his daughter's room making out with her boyfriend.

He pushes me back harshly, leaving my top part to be unkempt. I continue to stare at him while slumping myself on the bed in an awkward pose.

I'm convincing myself that Five was just being Five and there was nothing between the two of us. It may look like something else, but maybe he's just really angry at me? Oh God Five, you're hard to read.

"A-Anyway, what is all this?" The gigantic man eyes every corner trying to make out of what was written, but it was all far too confounding. "It's a probability map." Five answers back going back to his work as if nothing ever happened. "Probability of what?"

"Of whose death could save the world. I've narrowed it down to four."

"Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?"

"No, I'm saying their death might prevent it."

"I'm not following..." Luther taps my shoulder with a small whisper, like some kid asking for an explanation in Math discussion. "Me neither." I didn't know what he was talking about since I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing.

Apparently, our 'Professor' heard him disconcert. "Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum; The butterfly effect. 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."

'Death? Five mentioned nothing about killing?'

Luther comes closer to the wall, making out of what names were written. "Milton Greene. So who's he a terrorist or something?"

"I believe he is a gardener."

"You can't be serious."

"Wait, this is madness, Five. You—"

"Where d'you get that?" I cut off Luther as I saw Five pulling out a big ass gun.

"In dad's room. I think he used it to shoot a rhinoceros. It's similar to the model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit and highly reliable."

"But you can't—This guy Milton is just an innocent man," Luther argues, in which for the first time I'm actually taking his side. "Luther's right, Five. You can't just kill anyone, every lives matter."

"its basic math. His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing, he'd be dead in four days, anyway. The apocalypse won't spare anyone."

"We don't do this kind of thing."

"We are not doing anything. I am."

"I can't let you go and kill innocent people. No matter how many lives you'll save."

"Well, good luck stopping me."

"You're not going anywhere." Luther nagged suddenly grabbing Delores by the throat.

'As if that would actually work—'

"Put. Her. Down."

'Oh woah, okay.'

Five was now pointing his gun at Luther, becoming heated with the current situation we are all in. "Put the gun down. You're not killing anyone today. I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this." Luther threatens, positioning further Delores outside the vacant.

"(Y/N)..." Five furrowed his eyebrows, asking that I should stop Luther from whatever he was about to do to the love of his life. I looked away, trying to stay out of the drama. "S-Sorry Five, but I agree with Luther."

But to be honest, I just wanna see that mannequin drop dead; So that's like a plus 20 on Luther.

Luther gives a sigh of relief after he realizes that I was at his side, no matter how annoying he was. "It's either her or the gun. You decide." Five's hands began to shake out of wrath, not knowing what will he choose.

Finally, he lets go of the plastic while Five immediately spatial jumps onto his spot. He successfully caught Delores giving her a dramatic look. "I can keep doin' this all day."

"God, Five, you're the last person I'd think to fall for a mannequin," Five gave me a glare as I gulped, trying to contain my laughter. I cleared my throat and approached the troubled teen as I hold on to his shoulder. "You're a good person, Five. You risked everything to get back in to save the world. No man would risk that." I let out a sheepish small smile.

Five sighs from the statement I gave. He knows both Luther and I are right. "There is one way. But it's just about impossible."

"More impossible than what brought you back here?"

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Fun Fact: (Y/N) forced herself to be the same level of intelligence with Five so she could join writing equations. It paid off.

A/N: idk why the fandom hates luther like yeah he's annoying but like he's like an ok character to me 😂

QOTD: Which superhero do you most relate to?

well peter parker, not only that he's hot but he's also a high school student like me yk. he worries about everything and anxious about little things 🧍🏻‍♀️

speaking of spiderman should i write a peter parker fanfic? 😳