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"the kind of smile
that would be cruel not to kiss"

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WHEN ONE THOUGHT OF THE FUTURE THEY TENDED to think of it quite futuristically with assets such as aliens or robots (the particularly imaginative individuals would think of alien robots) some people when asked of the future would say something utterly disgusting about how they hoped their ancestors would be happy. When Five used to think about the future it normally ended with him achieving world domination. Perhaps popping in to say hello to his siblings (if klaus hadn't died from liver failure)

Never once did he even think of being domestic. Was domesticated even a word for the Hargreaves? You would think not, but here he was at 25 years of age living a disgustingly domesticated life (well as domestic as one may be at the end of the world) like usual he arose from his bed and made his way into the kitchen, where he was blessed with a familiar redhead.

The time traveler pecked his girlfriend on her cheek "I'm off to work." The redheaded raised an eyebrow from where she was perched, her eyes moving towards the piece of plastic that laid under his arm "And you're bringing Doleres?"

Five couldn't help the grin that took over his lips, who wouldn't grin at the image before them. His girlfriend was sat on a stool, her glowing hands around a pot containing.... something (god knows what she attempted to make this time.) her lower lip unconsciously jutted out as she stared at the their plastic friend with subliminal jealousy.

"She's my best friend." Her lip jutted out farther and Five wanted to scream at her to stop being so adorable (it scared him how fast she could attack his cold exterior by putting on some puppy eyes) a small whine escaped her "But I'm your girlfriend! Look I love D but she's been following you to work for the past week."

He rolled his eyes playfully placing a lingering kiss on her red mane before exiting the makeshift home on his way to 'work' (if one would call rummaging through trash in hopes to aid their survival)

Upon reaching the site, he placed his friend on the floor and rolled up his sleeves. A deep sigh escaped through his lips as he gazed at the mess before him, it was going to take a while before he found what he was looking for.

Five reached inside his pocket, his hand retrieving what seemed to be like a gold band. He looked at it briefly before tossing it back into his pocket and settling his determined gaze on the mass amount of useless items before him.

He had better hurry, he had a girlfriend to propose to.

A CONFUSED WHINE ESCAPED HER LIPS AS SHE LOOKED AROUND her, Five was no where to be seen and Leighton was sure he had been holding here through out the night.

"He left."

The redhead jumped upon the sudden arrival of the pale woman. Vanya sighed softly patting the girls short hair and placing a cup of chocolate milk in front of her "Don't take it personally. He's used to be being by himself... I think?"

The dazed younger paid no attention to the second sentence and instead focused on the original "He left? Forever?" And for some unknown reason her heart dropped to the pits of her stomach. Leighton could feel her eyes moisten and she couldn't comprehend the sudden overwhelming feeling to wail until he came back (although she recognised this feeling as sadness, she was confused as to why it had hit her this hard)

Vanya's eyes widened comically as she gaped in utter fear. Fuck fuck fuck she was absolutely clueless as to what to do, she was a musician and not a child minder and her interactions with children were zero to none. So in a sad attempt to stop the tears that threatened to spill, the elder woman patted the younger girls head "There there, he's not gone forever he just went back to the house. Don't cry... no seriously..please don't cry."

Deciding to listen the awkward elder, Leighton ceased before whimpering turning to stare at the woman, who weirdly seemed even more awkward with the intense eye contact "You promise? You're not lying right? I don't like lies." Leighton's voice loosing the childish edge that it normally had and dropping an octave.

Vanya shifted uncomfortably (mostly caused by the shift in personality that the redhead had just went through) her eyes avoiding her gaze as she spoke "I promise." Leighton watched her unblinking for a second longer before moving her gaze to the chocolate milk in front of her.

Curiously she grasped it, gasping when realising it was cold "Princess Vanya? What's this?" Vanya pale skin paled even more, she sweared to any higher power that this girl would be the death of her (wether it was due to the redheads adorableness or her apparent multiple personality disorder, would remain unknown) clearing her throat, she grabbed from the girl "It's like hot chocolate but cold."

She heard the girl awe loudly and soon the cold drink was snatched out of her hands. Leighton timidly took a sip of the small drink before making a funny face and sipping it again, this time when she pulled away from the cup a blissful sigh escaped "This is the best thing ever!"

Vanya wanted to disagree, she was pretty sure it was a really cheap brand and not only that but a day before it's expiration date, but she decided explaining that would be too much work and just sipped on her coffee while letting the girl next to her chat idly about how amazing chocolate milk was.

WHEN LEIGHTON HAD ARRIVED AT THE HARGREAVES COMPOUND she had been immediately swooped up by her guardian for the week. Diego has spent at least five minutes, cuddling her and telling her how worried he was (in the safety of his room of course, like hell would he let his siblings see him committing such acts) currently he had resorted to scolding the girl.

"Do you know your mother called last night? It was a whole trip in half to convince her you were sleeping heavily. If it weren't for Klaus's surprisingly good voice acting, I would be dead." He ranted angrily while pacing across the carpet with Leighton watching him curiously. Although she didn't know what she did wrong, her days at the lab had taught her that the body language expressed by Diego showed he was angry with her. Yet he hadn't struck her yet instead walking up and down the floor? It was puzzling.

The sound of Diego's phone snapped the two out of their individual thoughts. The man paling upon seeing the caller ID "Ah fuck." He muttered as Dora's number flashed on the screen. He answered it, hesitation clear in his actions, he was totally unaware of the young girl perched on the bed who had taken to mouthing 'fuck' repeatedly.

"Hi Dora."

"Diego. I would like to speak to my daughter now and if she's still 'sleeping' I'll put you to sleep." Now Diego was a pretty well built badass man who was capable of killing men in a heartbeat but in the presence of Eudora Patch he was putty. He gulped recognising from her tone that she wasn't convinced from their little act last night. With a shaky hand he shoved the phone into the younger girls hand, praying to god she'll leave out the part of her being part of the shooting at the cafe.

"Lei?"

The redhead chirped a hello and began telling her mother animatedly about the princesses and her new friend Five. Diego released a thankful sigh when she didn't mention anything that would damage his health.

"That's nice, sweetheart. Did you learn any new words."

Leighton paused for a second before speaking into the receiver with utmost excitement "Fuck!" Diego screamed internally, Fuck indeed. Perhaps it wasn't too late to move to Antarctica. Or maybe Patch would be in a good mood and understood it wasn't his fault that he had developed a bad habit of cursing in almost every sentence. Right?

".....sweetie, place Dee on the phone now okay?" The redhead hummed as she attempted to put the phone in the elders hands only for him to dodge it with a shake of his head. And so she tried again. And so he dodged again. The makeshift game of tag finally ended when Leighton through the phone at him and due to his quick reflexes he had no choice but to catch it.

Upon hearing her mother's loud screeches, Leighton decided to make her exit. She walked out of the room making sure to slowly close the door behind her (Leighton may have been naive but even she knew no one should have to hear that) she walked around aimlessly until she arrived in a room.

She blinked owlishly at the sight of Five standing far from happy and Klaus clambering out of a closet. She dismissed the weird sight (perhaps it was a normal thing to come out of closets. She wasn't quite aware with the times so she couldn't judge) and skipped to her new, and only friend, embracing him tightly "I thought you left me." She muttered into his suit jacket.

Five felt his cheeks heat but paid no mind as he hugged the girl closer, his cheek laying on his hair and he sniffed the familiar scent of vanilla she always carried with her—how he had missed that.

The eccentric dressed Klaus proceeded to wipe a fake tear of his face "Aw, isn't that cute. Who needs Jack and Rose when the world has got you two."

Five sent the (physically) elder man a glare, vexatious intent clearly visible in his narrowed slits "Shut up." He hissed only to feel a small hand hit his chest weekly, he looked down to find the love- the girl he was holding sport her adorable pout "Mom says that's a bad word."

He wanted to point out that 'shit' wasn't exactly the nicest word either but decided against it, not ready to have that conversation. Instead he turned to the intoxicated man "I told you to put on something professional." He grumbled indignation seeping through every syllable.

"What? This is my nicest outfit." Klaus deadpanned not understanding Five's dislike for it. "I like it, Mr. Klaus" Leighton chirped up from Fives embrace (keeping individuals in five minute hugs was pretty normal right?) Said man released a giggle, sending the girl a wink "And that's why your my favourite friend." He said before looking off into the distance "What do you mean she's the only friend I'll ever have?"

Five took no acknowledgement of their conversation and simply insisted on his own plan "We'll raid the old man's closet." The freckled girl perked up slightly "Are you playing dress up, can I play?"

Five opened his mouth to refuse but instead he found himself unable to say no to the puppy eyes she was unconsciously using. How unfair, he thought, that god could create somebody that could hold that much power over him just by looking at him!

He sighed out a yes and Leighton and Klaus (being the man child that he was) cheered loudly, the man grabbing her hand and pulling her into Allison's room insistent that he would turn her into the nose beautiful thirteen-year old to walk the earth since Maddie Ziegler.

Five rubbed his temples already feeling the headache occurring. Nothing too bad could happen right?

Right?

HAMEEDA SAYS 💅🏾
[somebody call corona and tell her world tour is cancelled we don't want her anymore 😤]