I love the scene in which Five has just come back to the academy and asks what day it is because he obviously doesn’t know how much time he has before the apocalypse; the world could have ended the day after but he’s just like “FIRST let’s make my beloved peanut butter and marshmallows sandwich”
I was thinking about the scene in which Five finds out that the handler had put a detector inside one of the chocolates he took from her office. But how could she know that he would have taken it?
we haven’t officially been shown our Netflix Geeked stuff but thanks to leakers we’re going feral love that for us
Okay so I just talked with @thehargreevesfam but if this is Dolores then Christopher is most likely doing something to Five to make him see her as a real person I can’t-
A/N:Yes, I stole the title from the movie Silver Lining’s Playbook (an enjoyable movie by the way) and yes this can be viewed as platonic or romantic. I’m not writing a minor a fucking grandeur love story.
Summary:In which, Five Hargreeves didn’t see the silver lining and one day you point it out to him.
Despite the sun’s menacing glare, you couldn’t help but find it beautiful.
On the contrary, Five Hargreeves resolutely disagreed.
In his mind, there was nothing redeeming or remotely beautiful about the apocalyptic ruins in which you two walked. Survival was his main focus although what drove him, he didn’t know. Maybe it was in hopes of seeing his family again. In hopes that he could get you back to yours. These were the few miniscule ideas that kept him going despite the sun’s heat and the intense growl in his stomach.
“Today’s a nice day.” you say, pulling the sheet that clothed your hair down further.
“I think we have two very different definitions of nice.” he sighed, kicking the rocks that lay in his path.
You shake your head, taking a small swig of your water. “No. I just think you’re choosing not to stop and take a look.”
“At what?”
“The world.”
“I can see the world, Y/N. It’s shit.”
That was the thing about you that Five found odd. He had found you on his twelfth day in the future sitting in the ruins of a building with an expired can of fruit and a book in your hand. A pathetic picture to come across if you asked him. You had no recollection of how you survived or where you were from. Five had almost made the decision of leaving you but the small sliver of humanity that was left had won the mental debate and here he was.
You had an unique optimism and with anyone else it would have bothered him. The attitude typically followed with a bubbly personality and Five had little to no patience with most people but bubbly people especially. However, you talked of the silly, somewhat romantic, ideas in a serene tone that reminded him of his brother, Klaus. It was that peaceful aura of yours that kept him company through the rougher days. He wouldn’t ever admit it but you kept him from falling off the deep end.
He would say sanity but he figured he was far past gone in that department.
“I mean the good stuff. It may be hard to see from where we stand but there’s some good.”
He bit back a sarcastic laugh. “Like what?”
You fell into step with him, squinting in the shine of the sun. “Well, I finally took the time to read. I didn’t know I would enjoy it this much.”
Five scoffs. “That’s nice.”
You sigh at his sarcastic remark, though you were used to them by now. The sun was setting now similar to the hue of an egg yolk. Heat still lingered on your skin as you looked at him with a smile. “Come on. There has to be something that you’re grateful for. Something that keeps you going.”
His façade seemed to glitch for a mere second before he recollected himself once more. One thing came to his mind. Something was more along the lines of someone, that someone being you. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that. There was no need to be vulnerable and make matters more complicated than they already were.
“Yeah. Your pestering.” he jokes with a smirk. His eyes fall on some ruins with odd books sticking out and astray. He nodded to the hideaway, lugging the small collection of necessities he had brought with him.
“Nice to know my voice keeps us alive. That’s very sweet of you, Five.” you tease, collapsing against the wall.
He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his water. You pick up the stack of books that lay by your side, flipping the pages with a sigh. Five watches as you toss it aside, flipping through another only to do the same. “They’re in Greek.”
“Hand me those.” he calls. You lift the book to him, his fingers lightly grazing yours during the exchange. Five flips the book to its title. “Oedipus Rex.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You read Greek?”
He nods, turning the page. “η σκηνή”
Your eyes light up with curiosity. “What does that mean?”
Five looks up, your eyes the brightest he’d seen them in a while despite the need for sleep that lingered in them. He sighed, clearing his throat as you smiled. “The Scene. Before the palace of Oedipus, King of Thebes. A central door and two lateral doors open onto a platform which runs the length of the façade…”
You watched Five as he read, noticing the miniscule changes in his demeanor. The stern countenance in his eyes dimmed to a soft curiosity, similar to a small child’s. His face relaxed and his voice no longer scolded but flowed gently as he read. In his peace, you found sweet lullabies that drew your eyes closed as the journeys of Oedipus faded from your mind.
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You and Five decided on staying at the ruins for a bit. Enough food and accessible water was around to make camp for a few days. When the sun shone the two of you worked making little to no conversation. Five preferred to scavenge in silence and you didn’t mind obliging to his few demands. It was mainly at night in which the two of you conversed, when the air was cooler and the day at an end.
“Hey, Five.” you mumble.
Both of you laid with your backs on the ground. Your eyes were gazing upwards as were Five’s. “Yeah, Y/N?”
“Isn’t it odd that the one thing that stayed the same in the world were the stars?”
He nodded. “If anything they got brighter.” he added.
“Yeah. It’s like we’re looking at one big storybook.” you say, pointing out lines of stars. “Leo, Ursa, Sextans.” Five follows your finger, a bright star lying under the tip. “That bright star right there is Regulus. Each constellation has a myth.”
“Myths by the Greeks. And the Greeks loved their tragedies.” he tapped the book that lay by his side. “Look at old Oedipus here. He’s suffering a pretty bad fate I’d say.”
“Not all stories are tragic. Actually most stories have happy endings I would say. If I were in a story this would all be so easy.”
Five shakes his head. “I disagree. Technically we’ll be a story and our ending isn’t happy at all.”
You turn to him. “You think so?”
He turns to you with a smirk. “Sure. An untold one. But I don’t see a happy ending in sight for us.”
“Now I’m going to have to disagree.” you say quietly. “There’s always a silver lining.”
A silver lining. It was something so common yet so uniquely you. Of course you believed in them. After all you still had hope despite Five’s persistent effort to get your head out of the clouds and your feet back on the ground. He had never believed in silver linings but he liked the idea when you said it. It seemed real. Genuine.
Your eyes wander to the stars once more with a smile. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I think the best stories are the saddest ones. They’re the most real, right?”
He nods, fighting the soft smile on his lips. “Right.”
“So maybe our story is sad. But you can only know what’s sad if you know what’s good in this world.” you turned over, your head resting against your backpack and your eyes beginning to sink. “There’s a silver lining in this somewhere. Maybe you just haven’t found it yet.”
Your eyes fluttered close and your breathing came to a steady pace as Five looked up at the stars. His own open storybook clouded with your silver linings. Five’s story was a tragic one. His opinion would never change on that. It belonged to be painted in the sky for eternity, one of the many tales in your storybook. But perhaps there was a silver lining to it all.
Yours was the stars.
His was the person who pointed them out.
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In celebration of Season 2 just being days away, here’s my favorite time travelling 58 year old man stuck in a 13 year old’s body and his mannequin wife
Someone please give me some UA imagine/oneshot requests! I’m really in the mood to write but have terrible writers block right now, it would be appreciated! I’ll do any character but no smuts :)
