Five/Nicky/Aidan Preferences || Imagines

Faking It - Part I |f.h|

A/n - I didn't make this I got this from Tumblr because I'm hella bad at writing Imagines.

Pretty sure this one was by imaginedisish on Tumblr ,, all credit goes to them

Summary: You and Five have obvious chemistry, but you're both oblivious to the fact that you're in love with each other. It takes a life threatening fight with The Handler and The Commission to make Five realize he needs to tell you how he really feels.

⚠️Warnings: LaNgUAgE, murder, guns, and maybe fLuFf ⚠️

A warm breeze swirls around you, capturing you in the tight embrace of the sweet summer air. Birds sing happily throughout the courtyard, gossiping to each other as they carefully watch your chess game. Maybe they were pondering your next move, or maybe they had recognized the obvious feelings you had for the midnight-brown haired boy sitting in front of you, and felt the need to chirp loudly on and on about it.

His eyes catch each individual ray of light that extended itself down to the courtyard, the rays transforming into sparkles, glimmering in his ocean eyes. You knew there was no chance of winning this game, you were far too distracted by the way Five casually basked in the sun.

You move your king up a spot, hoping for a chance to possibly take the game once and for all. To your dismay, a smirk slowly but surely spreads across Five's face. He stares down at the board picks up his black queen from her spot. Your eyes widen. You saw his perfect move. It was like witchcraft.

"Check mate," Five says, his queen knocking over your final king, his piercing blue eyes peering up into yours. "Should've kept that king in the back row there," He states matter of factly, pointing to your now fallen king. Five's smirk widens as he crosses his right ankle over his left knee, his arms folding nonchalantly against his chest.

Diego or Luther would have reacted by throwing the board across the room in a fit of anger. Allison would have scoffed, secretly upset by her brother's win. Klaus would've won by default, simply through the method of pestering Five with far too many questions, driving Five to the brink of insanity. But you? You weren't bothered by the loss at all. You didn't care what you were doing with Five, as long as you got to spend time with him.

He could beat you at chess every day for the rest of your life, and it wouldn't matter to you, all because it was him, and only him that you were sitting here with.

"Maybe I let you win," you joke, shooting a smile in Five's direction. For the record, you most definitely did not let him win. Chess was in no way, shape or form your strong suit. Five on the other hand, was a master.

Five giggles a bit, his smirk turning into a wide smile, highlighting the dimples in his cheeks. "Oh really now?" He questions, arching his eyebrows as he leans back in the black, wrought iron garden chair he was sitting in. "I beg to differ."

Then, Five pushes himself out of his chair, and with an abrupt flash of bright blue light, he had disappeared. You felt your heart involuntarily sink to the bottom of your chest. Where did he go? Why did he leave? You think to yourself, a small frown making its way across your face.

"Surprise!" You hear a voice shout from behind you as two hands grab onto your shoulders forcefully. You let out a screech, freaked out by the unexpected "surprise". You instantly whip your head around.

There was Five, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his hands on his knees, his bangs bouncing against his forehead. His laughter only grew by the second, changing into what sounded like a hyaena cackling. You try your very best to suppress the smile that was slowly stretching across your face, not wanting Five to know you're entertained by his hijinks.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You try to shout, but it comes out as more of a heavy laugh. You jokingly punch Five in the shoulder.

He pretends to wince, and grabs at the "wounded" area in response. "I didn't know you were so violent, (Y/N)," Five says, his jaw dropping as he acts as though he's in pain. "I guess I'll just have to get my revenge!" Five leaps towards you, picking you up, lifting you high enough that your stomach is pressing against his shoulder, and your upper body drapes against his back.

"Put me down!" You laugh loudly, lightly drumming your fists rhythmically against Five's back.

"No way," He chuckles, walking around the courtyard now. "This is payback." You didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling widely, his eyebrows arched up, his ego shining through his blue eyes.

"Well, what's going on here?" A new voice chimes in from the opposite side of the courtyard. Five quickly turns around, and within seconds you're put back down on the ground. You turn around as well, to see the face of the familiar voice.

Merely feet away stood Klaus, decked out in a flowy, navy blue skirt that you instantly recognized was your own. Klaus, however, some how pulled it off way better than you ever could have.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Five says, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he lifts his chin up a bit, almost to assert dominance over his brother. The word nothing repeats in your head over and over again. The moment you and Five had just shared did not feel like nothing to you. It felt like a million butterflies flying around in your stomach. It felt like your heart had made a new home in your throat. The feeling was intense, and it hurt a bit to hear Five call what he felt in that moment, "nothing."
Klaus looks to you, his black-lined eyes searching yours for some sort of explanation as to what was happening, but you give none. You look to Five, who's eyes are menacingly fixed on Klaus, and then down to the ground.

You hear Klaus hum a bit, almost as if he's studying the situation in his head, taking mental notes as he stares at you and Five. "Well," Klaus says finally, "I'd like to talk to (Y/N)," Klaus pauses a second, "Alone, brother, if you wouldn't mind." Klaus finishes, holding up his right hand in a fist. He opens up his palm towards Five, revealing his message: "Goodbye".
Five scoffs. "Fine then," He rolls his eyes to Klaus before turning to you. "I'll be in the library when you're done talking to the ouija board, okay?" You nod, and Five smiles. He turns around and starts to walk away.

"I find that extremely offensive, dear brother. Especially after all I've done for you. World peace? Snow Globe? Remember?" Klaus shouts sarcastically at Five.

Five doesn't bother to turn around. Instead, he simply flips Klaus off, and slips through one of the French doors that lead back into the Academy. You can't help but let out a small giggle at Five's response.

"Alright, enough of the secret chess games! Tell me what's going on between you and the resident asswipe!" Klaus sings, a wide, toothy smile spreading across his face. You shake your head in reply.

"There's nothing going on, Klaus," You sigh, walking back over to where you and Five had been playing your game. You pull out the garden chair you had been sitting on from under the table, and plop yourself down. "I thought...maybe..." You trail off, looking down at the chess board. "No, never mind. There is no maybe. It's a no, the biggest no on the planet."

Klaus pulls out the chair across from you, and sits down. "I really don't think that's the case here, (Y/N)," Klaus says, shaking his head in disagreement. "Five doesn't act like that with just anyone. I've known him for years, and I can tell you're special to him. You've been special to him from the very minute we all met you."

You smile a bit, thinking back to the day when you met the Hargreeves. It was a crisp fall day, and you sat in a booth at your favorite diner. Five, Klaus and Diego walked in, and Five had immediately caught your eye. There was just something so special about him.

However, things seemingly took a turn for the worse when the Commission appeared at the diner.

Part 2 maybeeee tomorrow 💕

~ Lizzy