Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

- Hostility -

He grimaced sheepishly, "Right, my bad."

You shrugged. "Are the others coming too?" you inquired, staring down the towering man once called "Spaceboy."

He shrugged as well, "I wouldn't count on it."

"Hm. Then I will."

Luther blinked. "Huh?"

Your forced smile returned, "You rarely have faith in anyone, let alone the others."

"It's good not to trust people too much," called out a new voice. Both of your heads swiveled towards the door, where a young woman stood. She simply radiated warmth, from her smile, to her eyes, even her caramel skin all made her seem like a gentle fire on a cold winter night.

Allison.

"It's good to see you again, (Y/n)," she smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

"You too," you replied, willing your smile to stay intact. "I would ask how you've been, but I've seen those gossip magazines."

"You do know some of those are just rumors, right?" She giggled a bit.

Smirking at her choice of words, you answered, "Eh, rumors have to start somewhere. You'd know all about that."

Her eyes looked behind you and found your shared mountain of an adopted brother. "Hey," she said, staring at him.

"Hi," he replied, not breaking their connected gaze.

You rolled your eyes at the tension. "Most of the old man's stuff is up for grabs, so maybe check it out before Klaus gets here?"

The two nodded and left the foyer. Luther seemed to be heading for Hargreeves' room, while Allison approached the vast wall of family portraits.

You leaned against a support column as Dzie scurried out from under the table. You scratched under the ferret's chin before he nuzzled into your hand. I thought I'd get a bigger reaction than that, you thought to yourself. It's not like I was expecting a welcome parade or something, but jeez. The front doors opened again, and you slowly straightened.

Slowly in walked a mousy woman with brown hair and fair skin. She seemed unsure of herself, like she didn't belong in the huge house she wandered through. You recognized her face from the back of your favorite novel.

"Vanya!"

Her head whipped around and her eyes landed on you. "(Y-Y/n)?" She seemed genuinely shocked to see you. She smiled. "You're back!" The two of you embraced each other. "When . . . . when did you get back?"

"About two years ago," you replied. "Didn't you know?"

She shook her head. "No one ever told me," she frowned. "If I had known - "

"You'd have shown up," you said, quickly quieting her. "I get it, really." And you really did get it.

"(Y/n)? Do my ears deceive me, or is Vanya down there too?" The both of you turned to see Allison coming back down the stairs.

Vanya glanced at you, a nervous expression taking over her face.

Allison looked at the short woman. "Hi."

She nodded, "It's been a while." The two stared at eachother for a while. Vanya awkwardly shifted before Allison just-as-awkwardly leaned down to hug her, the both of them softly chuckling.

A gruff voice sounded off down the hall. "What do you think you're doing here?"

Diego.

You rolled your eyes as he spat at Vanya, "I'm surprised you'd show your face here after that little book stunt you pulled."

"Nice to see you're still an asshole," you commented dryly.

His did a double-take at the sound of your voice. "(Y/n)?"

"No, it's Pogo," you said flatly. You glanced at his attire, with utility belts and knives. You were a little surprised he didn't clink like a wind chime with every step. "The hell are you wearing?"

"At least I showed up in black," he snarked, throwing a pointed look at Allison's blue top - undoubtedly designer.

"Wow?" You called after him as he went up the stairs, "You really are still a petty little - "

"(Y/n)," Vanya's hand shot out and gripped your wrist. "It-it's not worth it," she mumbled. "He's right anyway. It's not my place to - "

"Well I'm glad you're here," Allison interjected softly.

"Diego's just being pissy. Just like when we were kids," you grumbled.

The corner of her mouth twitched as Allison awkwardly walked away.

You turned back to Vanya. "I'm sure you wanna look around a bit." You nodded to the doorway. "Let's go."