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umbrellajackassery2019-03-16 07:20 pm
n5) wrote in umbrellajackassery2019-03-16 07:20 pm
Open | Chose your adventure
1- We're canceling the apocalypse
The world ended.
Twice.
And both times, that wasn't quite right with Five Hargreeves. So he got back in time to change it, taking his family with him. They were, after all, the ones to blame for the long list of mistakes that culminated in their sister blowing up the moon. If Vanya was the bomb and Harold Jenkins was the fuse, Reginald Hargreaves was without a doubt the maker of the explosive. They had to do better this time and they had to do it together.
Time traveling was a messy business, more so when you were doing it in a rush and without the proper calculations. But they made it back in time to the morning of their father's funeral, in one piece against all odds, and after some trouble, their brother Ben was back with them.
His family was alive, hurt but whole.
Five gave a small smile before his eyes rolled back into his head and he promptly passed out from the effort, nose bleeding.
2 - (You Give Me) Fever, In the morning child, Fever all through the night
A few days later, the pain in his body had yet to subside and Five wondered if it could be a permanent effect of time traveling. You could only gamble with time so much until it started getting pissed off at you. His family was still dealing with the last week's events, either mourning, keeping to themselves or thinking about the future, but everything was relatively stress-free.
For the past 40 years, Five has never lived a single day that wasn't pressure-packed. And now, his body has decided that ey, this would be the perfect moment to crash. Bright lights made his eyes burn and increased his headaches, his throat hurt so much that he had stopped eating, his cheeks were constantly flushed and he felt hot a minute and freezing the next.
But the worse of all was that he sneezed.
Actually, the worst of all was that the sneezing made him space jump without intent or control. So far he had accidentally teleported himself to the basement, atop the kitchen's fridge, to the bar -knocking several bottles in the process-, to their mother's lap while she was sitting in front of the paintings, and into the bathtub.
The alarmed and frustrated shriek that Five gave out could be heard all around the house after a sneeze had teleported him to the chandelier, leaving him holding onto it for dear life several feet above the ground.
3- Another One Bites The Dust
When tiredness got too much or he had accidentally teleported himself somewhere, Five gave up and slept. Never in his room, if he could avoid it. He hadn't used it for decades and it was a reminder of the life he had lost, filled with books and toys and memories of a lost innocence that felt unpleasant.
Vanya's room was spartan and clean in all ways Klaus' wasn't but both reflected their owners and brought Five a sense of comfort, familiarity. Allison's bed was the comfiest, a soft mattress and softer pillows, while Luther had the biggest one. Five liked to curl into a ball in the middle of it and let himself feel small for once.
Diego and Ben's rooms hadn't been used in some time but Grace made sure to keep them both clean and they had signs of his sibling's personalities all over the place. A peaceful sleep still didn't come easy, though, with the fever only making his usual nightmares worse.
4- Wildcard
[ Do you want Five anywhere? Feel free to write your own starter, I'll adapt! ]
The world ended.
Twice.
And both times, that wasn't quite right with Five Hargreeves. So he got back in time to change it, taking his family with him. They were, after all, the ones to blame for the long list of mistakes that culminated in their sister blowing up the moon. If Vanya was the bomb and Harold Jenkins was the fuse, Reginald Hargreaves was without a doubt the maker of the explosive. They had to do better this time and they had to do it together.
Time traveling was a messy business, more so when you were doing it in a rush and without the proper calculations. But they made it back in time to the morning of their father's funeral, in one piece against all odds, and after some trouble, their brother Ben was back with them.
His family was alive, hurt but whole.
Five gave a small smile before his eyes rolled back into his head and he promptly passed out from the effort, nose bleeding.
2 - (You Give Me) Fever, In the morning child, Fever all through the night
A few days later, the pain in his body had yet to subside and Five wondered if it could be a permanent effect of time traveling. You could only gamble with time so much until it started getting pissed off at you. His family was still dealing with the last week's events, either mourning, keeping to themselves or thinking about the future, but everything was relatively stress-free.
For the past 40 years, Five has never lived a single day that wasn't pressure-packed. And now, his body has decided that ey, this would be the perfect moment to crash. Bright lights made his eyes burn and increased his headaches, his throat hurt so much that he had stopped eating, his cheeks were constantly flushed and he felt hot a minute and freezing the next.
But the worse of all was that he sneezed.
Actually, the worst of all was that the sneezing made him space jump without intent or control. So far he had accidentally teleported himself to the basement, atop the kitchen's fridge, to the bar -knocking several bottles in the process-, to their mother's lap while she was sitting in front of the paintings, and into the bathtub.
The alarmed and frustrated shriek that Five gave out could be heard all around the house after a sneeze had teleported him to the chandelier, leaving him holding onto it for dear life several feet above the ground.
3- Another One Bites The Dust
When tiredness got too much or he had accidentally teleported himself somewhere, Five gave up and slept. Never in his room, if he could avoid it. He hadn't used it for decades and it was a reminder of the life he had lost, filled with books and toys and memories of a lost innocence that felt unpleasant.
Vanya's room was spartan and clean in all ways Klaus' wasn't but both reflected their owners and brought Five a sense of comfort, familiarity. Allison's bed was the comfiest, a soft mattress and softer pillows, while Luther had the biggest one. Five liked to curl into a ball in the middle of it and let himself feel small for once.
Diego and Ben's rooms hadn't been used in some time but Grace made sure to keep them both clean and they had signs of his sibling's personalities all over the place. A peaceful sleep still didn't come easy, though, with the fever only making his usual nightmares worse.
4- Wildcard
[ Do you want Five anywhere? Feel free to write your own starter, I'll adapt! ]
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"Ah, sorry." He doesn't fault Klaus for being annoyed, his brother most likely heard all this before, it's only that Five honest to god doesn't know better. Doesn't know what to do to make it better and he hates that.
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"I -- appreciate it, Five. I do." He sighs, drops his forehead down against his brother's shoulder. "I just..." What, exactly? Always feel too weak? Don't know what to do? Want to give up so I'll get to see Dave again?
All those things, but what he says is, "Can't deal with the war on top of that."
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He wished he had been, not just because the Apocalypse was a living nightmare on its own, but because living with their dad for so long really ruined his siblings. Reginal and Five already butted heads when he was a kid, it would have only gotten worse with age. Maybe that would have distracted his father from torturing the others, they will never know.
"I know it's a lot." Five tilts his head towards Klaus when the man leans on him, this time not bothered by the contact even if it surprises him. He even leans into it so Klaus' head is resting on him more comfortably.
"You don't have to do anything, Klaus. Just try to be, one day at time." Just survive until tomorrow, that was his short term plan back when he was stuck in the future. "Sometimes we are too powerless to do much more than that, and that's ok. If you need to talk about it, we will listen. If you rather not, we will be here too. I...I will be."
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He notes the way Five settles, the way his brother leans back against him this time. It feels strange in the best way, the easy comfort and the fact that he actually believes him when he says he'll be there. His breath comes out shaky, but he brings a hand up to squeeze Five's shoulder.
"Okay. I hope you're excited to have sympathy nightmares," it's just barely teasing, but at least it's got some of the usual Klaus in those words.
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"I have nightmares when I'm still awake, Klaus." Is the closest Five can get to admit he somewhat forgets where he is and that certain situations trigger his PTSD. But the point is that, yes, he will try his best to help Klaus handle them. "Maybe ours will cancel each other."
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"...yeah." Five isn't the only one with PTSD; at least since he'd been from the future, he'd known what the hell was happening to some of the people around him. He likes to think he helped, just a little. "Weed helps, you know. Just in case ours don't cancel each other out."
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"Alcohol helps too but..." He winces and doesn't finish. He's been trying to make an effort to drink less lately, which mean he's having extra coffee and more irritable on occasion. Less alcohol around means less temptation for both Klaus and him, if his brother is making an effort is only fair that he does it too.
"Exercise should help too, or so I've heard. We could, uhm..." God, he's too tired and too sick to brain anything. "...go to the beach and play volleyball? Ben likes the ocean. And there's very little things there to destroy."
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"Why don't we brainstorm when you're not boiling and I'm not freezing, yeah?" He places the back of his hand against Five's forehead, trying to figure if he's still feverish -- or at least if he's still as clammy as he was before.
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Normally he can’t stand much human contact but tonight having his brother in his personal space it's actually comforting. Klaus doesn't get his hand swatted away, a miracle. Five's still burning up, which is bullshit in his opinion, giving how cold he feels. Looks like his fever still needs to break.
"Ok, we can lie down again, see if you can get some more rest." If not, then Five will make an effort to fight sleep and keep him company.
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"...Yeah, I think I could really use it." Even if he's not going to sleep easily, he has a feeling that Five's going to knock out again pretty quick. He doesn't mind that, either, just being settled close to Five -- his brother's not the only one comforted right now. He stretches an arm out in front of him and tucks the blankets around them a little tighter.
"And...thanks, Five." He mumbles the sentiment -- half into the pillow, half into the back of Five's head.
Maybe we can fade to black here...?
Five lies down and makes a happy sound when the blankets cover them, even if he probably feels like a furnace next to Klaus. Who knows, that might help his brother. He doesn't answer but his hand reaches back until it finds Klaus' and then he gives the man's fingers a comforting squeeze.
"G'night, brother." He tries to stay awake after that, managing to not fall asleep for the next 15 minutes out of stubbornness alone. But his body is tired and the bed is comfy, Klaus presence making him feel safe for once. It's a quiet night once Five falls asleep.