rubs hands together mischievously... riding five SUIT ON on the subway train thing?? long ass journey..what other way to pass time?
A Bit Distracted
Not once did it ever cross your mind that, one day, you’d be lost in a subway that travelled between timelines, with Five Hargreeves. Even thinking about it now, sat next to him, your head resting on his shoulder, his laying on top of yours comfortingly, you thought it sounded insane and you couldn’t stop the small giggle from escaping your lips.
‘What are you laughing at?’ Five asked softly, his voice tired.
‘Nothing, just how mad this whole situation is,’ you replied, laughing again, feeling Five chuckle lightly with you. ‘If you’d told me that we would be stuck together, visiting different timelines,’ you trailed off, adjusting your head on his shoulder, unconsciously nuzzling your head further into his neck.
‘We never really did see eye to eye did we,’ Five said, reflecting.
‘You know, you’re not so bad,’ you said, lifting your head slightly to rest your chin on his shoulder, looking up at him as he playfully pressed his forehead against yours.
‘Is that right?’ he teased, smiling at you. You didn’t know if it was the forced proximity, how you’d been stuck together on the subway for going on a year now, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Five’s eyes instantly darted down to your lips when your tongue ran over them. He couldn’t help but notice the way your breath hitched slightly when his eyes fell to your lips.
‘Uh-huh,’ you agreed quietly, struggling to find your voice as you felt your body heat up under the way he was looking at you. Slowly, without thinking, you both leaned in until your lips pressed against his. The moment your lips touched, you both shifted, one of Five’s arms coming to wrap around your waist, gently pulling you into his lap as his other hand moved to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. Your fingers twisted in the jacket you were wearing, keeping you close to him as you couldn’t stop the small whimper from falling from your lips.
It was the sound of the train stopping that broke the two of you apart and you both turned to look as the doors opening, wondering what timeline you were about to walk into. Making to move off of his lap, you turned back to him when you felt his hands fly down to your hips, pressing you against him.
‘What are you doing? We’re here.’
‘We don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there,’ Five said, his voice a little breathy after the kiss. ‘If we stay on here for another few stops, we’d end up back at that little house we found.’
‘The one on the beach,’ you said, trailing off as a soft smile formed on your lips as you thought back to the cosy house the two of you had stumbled across.
‘Exactly,’ he murmured, brushing his nose against yours gently. ‘We can stop there for a little while, have a break from this, make a plan. Besides,’ he added, a smirk tugging at his lips. ‘I don’t really want to walk into an apocalypse like this,’ he said, shifting his hips upwards, letting you know what he meant. You couldn’t stop the small gasp from leaving your lips as you felt his cock pressing against you as he moved his hips, making Fives smirk widen. ‘What do you say?’
‘Staying here for now sounds good,’ you replied quickly, nodding your head as you crushed your lips back to hears, faintly hearing the subway doors close again.
Five’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping your mouth pressed against his, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. Your hands moved underneath his jacket, tugging his shirt out of his trousers and swiftly unbuckling his belt. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you further into him, drawing a whimper from your lips as he dragged you against his clothed cock. Reaching down, his hand slipped underneath you skirt, dipping into your panties, groaning when he felt how wet you were.
‘This for me?’ he asked smugly, teasing as he slipped a single finger inside you, making your lips part and your hips begin to move on their own. Nodding in reply to his question, you felt your head tip back as his lips fused to your neck, nipping at your skin, making sure to leave marks.
‘Five, please,’ you whimpered as you began to grow impatient, needing more than just one finger.
‘Please what?’ he teased, pulling his finger out of you and reaching between your bodies to pull his cock out, making you moan lightly when the tip of his cock brushed against your clit.
‘More,’ you whined, making Five laugh lightly as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
‘If you want more, take it,’ Five said, leaning in until you could feel his breath fanning against you lips. ‘I want to watch you ride me.’
A shiver rippled through your body at his words and you leaning in to kiss him again as you rose up on your knees over him, letting him line his cock up at your entrance before you slid back down onto his lap, both of your groans filling the subway carriage. Letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. ‘Why didn’t we do this sooner?’ you asked, voice muffled in his jacket.
‘We haven’t done anything yet,’ Five replied, bringing his hands to rest on your hips, rolling your hips over him once, making a high-pitched keen come from your throat as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. ‘So, I suggest you get moving.’
His words had you bouncing in his lap instantly, whining every time his cock bottomed out inside of you. Five’s low moans only spurring you on as his fingers clamped down on your hips, making sure that there would be bruises in the coming days to remind you of this. The fact that the both of you were still fully dressed only made things hotter as his lips and teeth began marking your neck again, branding you as his even though the both of you knew that no one would see.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned, letting his head tip back against the seat, his grip on your hips allowing him to move you up and down his cock when your legs began to grow tired. ‘So fucking good for me.’ Your answering whimper had that irritatingly cute smirk reappearing on his lips. ‘You like that?’ he teased, planting his feet on the ground and thrusting up into you, bouncing you on his lap. ‘You like hearing how good you’re being for me?’
‘Yes, Five, fuck!’ you cried out when he ground his hips against yours slowly before thrusting up into you again. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, Fives too judging by the way his rhythm faltered slightly and his breath grew shaky.
‘We’ll have to hold on to that for another time, then,’ he said and your cheeks flamed at the thought of doing this again with him. ‘You going to cum for me?’ he asked, grinning at you when your hands tangled in his hair again.
‘Uh-huh,’ you managed to utter before he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was messy, open mouthed as you panted against each other’s lips, both of your hips working against each other’s as your orgasms crashed into you at the same time. Five’s hands held you down tightly against his crotch as you felt him fill you up, your walls clenching around him. As you both came down from your highs, you let your body slump into his, his hand coming up to tilt your chin up to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a kiss that had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
‘Well, that was,’ he began.
‘Unexpected,’ you finished the sentence for him, laughing nervously.
‘You okay?’ he asked, cupping your cheek gently, checking in on you.
‘I’m amazing,’ you replied, smiling lazily at him.
‘So, how would you feel about a repeat performance?’ he asked cheekily, giving you a soft smile.
‘What now?’
‘Not now,’ he said, chuckling lowly at you as he shifted his hips, the jolt of overstimulation making you whimper as you realised that he was still inside you. ‘But maybe when we get to the house by the beach.’
You smiled at him, pecking his lips before the ding of the doors opening had the both of you snapping back to reality. ‘How many stops was it to the house again?’ you asked.
‘Three,’ Five replied.
‘And how many has it been?’
‘I have no idea,’ he said before shifting his eyes back to you, ‘I was a bit distracted.’
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot (Five Hargreeves x Reader Angst)
Warnings: HURT/COMFORT. ANGST. SORRY.
A/N: well fuck.
Word Count: 909
Summary: Seeing Five after all these years makes her realize she made a mistake.
“I can’t keep doing this,” she laughs darkly. A sickening click rolling off her tongue as she pushes him away.
“I -I just need time,” he stutters. Reaching out in a grabbing motion for her hand. The hand that made him feel safe.
“I’ve been giving you time. I’ve been with you during all of this! Each apocalypse, each timeline bullshit. You cant admit that you’re in love with me. I see it god damn it. I see it every day. But you wont allow yourself.” She stutters out angrily. Taking steps back from him as he tries to reach closer.
“N-n-o, please,” he chokes out on his own tears that were stuffing his throat.
She throws her hands up to get him to stop.
“I’m sorry, but until you can give me the time of day, I’m out of here.” She sternly states.
Grabbing her duffle bag that sat by the front door of what was their shared condo, she also grabs her jacket and keys from the side table. Swallowing as she turns to step out. Not daring to look back. As the door shuts behind her, she winches at the disgruntled shout from Five. Tears that dance on her lashes flow freely as she walks away from what was her home.
It was October 1st, the siblings shared birthday. Luther had called a few days prior inviting everyone to a birthday party for all of them. At the time, she had told him she needed to think about it. Knowing that he was going to be there. Luther told her that he understood but hoped that she would attend, stating that he at least missed her at family gatherings. But ultimately, she decided last minute to attend.
The walk to the Hargreeves family home was shaky. Her body trembled each minute she drew closer to arriving. Standing in the outside entrance, she dishes around for her flask. Taking a quick sip of the whiskey to help calm the nerves. Taking a few deep breaths, she climbs the stairs to the front door, letting herself in. She could hear everyone chattering in the family room. Taking another deep breath she walks in. Knocking on one of the old wooden beams. Grabbing everyones attention.
“Wow! I mean, hi, it’s so good to see you!” Luther says with a bright smile coming over to greet her in a large hug.
Everyone else saying their hellos.
“Guys, where’s top shelf whiskey Dad had hid-“ A slightly deeper voice cuts them all off from their greetings. A head pops up behind the bar. It was Five.
Her breath caught in her throat as he stopped in his tracks. A bottle of beer held loosely in his fingers slips and crashes loudly to the floor.
Her heart races as she gives him a once over. His hair was shaggier now. Just past his ears. Wearing the same old black office suit that slightly outlined the minor muscles he had.
“I,” she stutters. Looking between Luther and Five panickily. Shaking her head, she turns to dart out of the room.
She rushes upstairs towards their old bedrooms. Indistinctively, she runs into Fives old room. She takes a look around amidst her panic attack to see what she had done. Tears brim to her eyes as she realizes where she was. Just as she was about to step out of his room, a bright blue light shimmers and Five had materialized in front of her.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Five stutters, putting his hands up in defense.
“I can’t do this, not now, this was a mistake.” She trembles.
“No please,” Five replies, looking more desperate than shes ever seen him.
She looks between him and the door before her thoughts are cut off by him speaking again.
“I can’t loose you again.” He stutters. Slowly lowering his hands down to hers.
She slightly pulls away. But is shocked by Five falling down his knees.
“No, please, stay,” Five chokes out as tears slip.
He grabs ahold of her waist roughly, pulling her into him as his head laid against her stomach.
“You were right,” Five cries quietly. “’bout everything. I’m so, so, sorry I couldn’t be the man you needed.” Her own tears start to flow down her cheeks.
She starts to pet his hair as he cries into her.
“I’m just so happy to see you again, after all these years, you never left my mind.” Five whispers out.
“Five,” she whispers. Pulling at his suit jacket to make him stand.
“I forgave you along time ago,” she replies. Brushing his bangs out of his eyes and tucking the strands behind one ear.
The look of love and adoration was overwhelming from his irises. Cupping his cheeks, she smiles at him.
“Take me home please.” She asks.
At her response. Five smashes his lips to hers. Desperately, he wraps his arms tightly around her waist to bring her close. She loses her balance and just as shes about to fall, Five turns her, and they blip. A groan leaves her lips as her back is flushed with a mattress. The familiarity of the bed made her realize that Five had blipped them back to the condo they shared. Knowing that he never left it made her heart churn.
He smiles as he hovers above her and she returns the smile.
“Welcome home Mrs. Hargreeves,” he whispers as he returns his lips to hers.
Summary: Seeing an old flame definitely brings up old feelings.
She sighs heavily as she pushes front pieces of hair that had fallen from her ponytail back behind her ears. Nervously tapping against the steering wheel of her car. Behind her held her god-daughters birthday party. Meaning, that after 6 long impossible years, she had to face seeing Diego’s siblings again. Uncertain on whether or not he was gunna be there. She’d become a nanny help for the family. Taking in the kids whenever Lila or Diego both needed a break while also working her own job at one of the local banks as a teller.
A tap at the window pulled her from her thoughts. Looking over the passenger door she sees Lila there. A begging look on her face. Unlocking the door, Lila hops in. Immediately sighing.
“You and me both-“ She comments. Looking down at her hands.
“He’s a bloody nightmare.” Lila sighs looking over to her.
Lila’s gaze softens upon seeing how anxious she looked.
“He’s not here yet,” Lila comments.
She lifts her eyes to meet Lila’s and she pulls a tight smile. She sucks in a deep breath, before exhaling. Lila grabs her hand and gives it a tight squeeze before also smiling at her. They both nod in agreement and exit the vehicle. She helps Lila grab some extra bottles of soda from the van and heads inside. Just as she’s making a beeline for the party table she bumps into another. Stumbling back, she looks up to see who she ran into. Her breath catches in her throat. It was none other than Five. He looked particularly handsome with a newer black suit and his hair longer.
“Oh- sorry,” They both say at the same time.
She awkwardly juggles the bottles of 2-liter that rested in her arms.
“Here, let me help with those.” Five comments, reaching around to grab one of them from her hands.
Their hands briefly brush over each other. The feel of electricity shocking her. His eyes drift to hers with an awkward and seemingly apologetic smile. Both of them open their mouth as if about to say something when a gasp from a little girl is heard behind Five.
“Y/N/N! You came!” Grace screeched rushing over to her and hugging at her legs.
She stumbles at the impact and almost drops the 2-liters when Five swiftly grabs them out of her hands before they did. She mouthed a thank you to the man before he sauntered off to the party table.
“You have to come play, pleeeease!” Grace pleads and she nods with a smile. Grace giggles loudly and roughly clasps on to her hand, dragging her away.
She spends a good while playing with Grace and her friends. While she does so, she looks to the corner of her eye, catching Five looking at her with a soft smile as he nursed a bottle of beer. She smiled at him as well as their eyes meet. Her heart felt full seeing him there. Thinking it was going to bring her an intense amount of anguish and sorrow seeing him. Though in reality, it brought forth old feelings.
She stays behind to help Lila and Diego clean up after the kids. Also picking up a tired Grace and brining her to their van. She hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye to Five before she climbs into her vehicle, and makes her way home.
The 3 story walk up to her condo was quiet. She hadn’t tried for a relationship since things ended with Five. She had casual hook ups from time to time but no one stayed permanently. Some days coming home to an empty condo felt more dreadful than when she was with Five. She smiles to herself briefly thinking about how good Five looked today as she unlocked the door to her condo. Slipping inside, the door slams shut, echoing throughout the quiet condo. Sighing, she sats down her bag on the entrance table, and slips off her flats. Leaving them on the mat by the front door. Just as she’s about to make her way towards the kitchen to make an evening snack, a knock at the door grabs her attention.
Opening the door she stops in her tracks. Five stood in front of her. Seemingly out of breath.
“Five?” She asks. Cocking her head to one side in confusion.
“I can’t do it anymore.” He spats out nervously. Glancing down she notices him twiddling away with his thumbs.
“What do you mean?” She asks. Moving aside she motions for him to enter her condo.
Five hesitates before entering. She offers to hang up his jacket on the coat stand she kept by the door. He thanks her at her offer, but swiftly declines.
“I-“ Five beings to say something when he cuts himself off. Groaning at himself, he shakes his head before he sighs.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day I left.” Five spits out in a rapid fire.
Taken aback by his words, she prepares to reply when Five raises his hand to stop her.
“Seeing you tonight, in that dress,” He continues. Groaning at the end, and eyes her up and down.
“I knew for a long time that I fucking screwed up. I’ve been wanting to call, come by do anything, something to get you back but I was so damn afraid that you moved on.” He takes deep breath between words. His gaze had shifted down to his feet this time.
“Five,” she whispers. Hooking her pointer finger under his chin. Forcing him to look up at her.
His eyes seemed wild. So many emotions swimming behind his irises. She hadn’t seem him this flustered then when they reconnected the first time in the other timeline.
“Fuck it,” He spats and smashes his lips to hers.
The kiss is feverish and sloppy. As if he was pouring all what he wanted to say into it. His fist grip tightly around her dress, pulling her flush against his body. She whimpers at the contact. Feeling his hard-on, on her thigh ran a shiver through her spine.
They break away from a moment.
“Bedroom,” she pants. Nodding to the door behind him.
He nods in understanding and reconnects their lips with no time to spare. He pulls her with him as he starts to back up towards the door. Her lips were on fire as he reaches behind him to jiggle with the doorknob. He frustratedly huffs as she reaches behind him to help. As they enter her bedroom she starts to push the suit jacket he wore from his shoulders. Discarding it to the floor.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Five breathily whispers as he begins to hike up the skirt of her dress.
One of his hands snake down from her waist to her core. His fingers brush over the largest part of her underwear before pulling it aside so that he could easily insert two fingers. Crying out at the sensation, Five’s opposite hand reaches high. Cuffing around her neck and gently squeezes. She gasps at the pressure as he does this. Also picking up his speed of his brutal attack on her insides. Within in seconds she’s coming undone around his fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Five whispers in her ear.
Her breathing becomes ragged as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
“Need you-“ She states as she smashes her lips back to his.
He nods at her request. He briefly disconnects their kiss to pull her dress over her head. She’s fighting against the buttons of his white button down shirt. A few more pulls and tugs, he backing her against her bed. Her knees buckling upon contact she starts to pull herself higher in the bed. Five following suit.
Their lips reconnect as Five’s head teases her entrance.
“Can I?” he whispers. Looking up at her through his lashes, eyes shimmering in the light from billboards that seeped through her curtains.
Speechless, she nods ‘yes’.
Five lines himself with her and slowly pushes in. Both of them gasping at the feeling. Her hands reaching up to grab on to his bicep. He allows her to fully adjust to his size. Which shocked her the first time they had sex and shocks her even now. Five starts to roll his hips, slow and steady. Five takes in a sharp breath and steads himself with her headboard. The feeling him stretching her out after all these are overpowering her senses. Tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. The amount of love pouring from Five which each thrust fills her heart full.
“God,” Five’s breath hitches in his throat.
Seeing his naked form being illuminated from the night time light made him seem like a demi-god in his own right.
“Five-“ she gasps out his name as she can feel her orgasm reaching closer.
“Yeah, yeah, I know baby.” Five replies. He dips his head low and places soft kisses on her cheek.
She gasps and mewls as her orgasm reaches its point. Theres tears flowing freely from her eyes now.
“Fucking hell.” Five breathily shudders.
“I can,t-“ He stutters.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” She states, another orgasm brewing quickly.
“Shit,” Five grunts as he starts to let go. She comes undone with him.
They stay like that for a brief moment to catch their breath. He looks up at sheepishly and she lets out a small giggle. Earning a grin from him. Five lowers his head and captures her lips in a sweet kiss.
Five pulls out of her and she stumbles up to grab a towel for the two of them. Five takes a moment to help her before he does anything with himself. He goes to grab his dress pants when she stops him.
“Stay tonight,” she asks hopefully. A gentle smile tugging at her lips.
“Please.”
“Okay,” Five responds.
“Here-“ She responds, going over to her dresses and pulling out the bottom drawer.
“I’ve uhm, I’ve kept these around just in case.” She whispers embarrassingly.
It was a pair of old pajamas Five had kept with her before. Five gives her a loving smile. She hands over the garments to him and he gets dressed. She also pulls on a pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt.
She climbs into bed, patting the spot besides her. Five seems to hesitate for a moment before joining her. He pulls her into his chest, nuzzling his face into her head of hair. She smiles at the sensation of him trying to get as close as possible to her. She was just grateful to have her Five back.
Based on the end of Season 4. LILA AND FIVE NOT CANON.
Warnings: A N G S T. Not proof read, not time line proofed etc. roll with it :D
A/N: uhm yes hi hello? is this thing on? first time writing fan fic for the umbrella academy woooo!!!!! please please please for the love of GOD let me know if this good, bad, ugly or just straight mid. k thanksssss <3
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: She's the missing puzzle piece after all.
“Five what you doing?” She asked sternly.
Lila had dragged her family and her children into the runaway train that Five got lost in. Seeing this pristine train was an unsettling sight. They could hear the Durangos roar in the distance. Time was of an essence.
“You’re going with them.” Five spats.
A look of disbelief washes over her eyes. Looking towards the man she’s loved all these years with tears threatening to spill from the corner of his eyes. She wanted to pull him close. Comfort him despite this big manly persona he led everyone to believe.
“No.” She states. Crossing her arms in protest.
Above them the chime of the train departure interrupts their conversation.
“Five, no-“ She’s about to reach out to him when he shoves her roughly. She stumbles into the train car and into Claire.
“No! No!” She screams as the doors begin to close in front of her. Fighting against Claire and Lila’s father, she breaks freak from their grip.
She starts to pound on the glass. Tears streaming down her face as Five lets loose the ones he was holding in. The train starts to move. She’s screaming at the top her lungs now. How could he. How dare he go on this journey alone?
The train starts to speed up. Throwing her off her feet. She lands on the floor and curls into fetal position. Their memories running through her head a mile a minute. Her heart shattered. No more shared moments between the two of them, no more laughter, and love. How could she live in a world were he was a distant memory?
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She’s pulled to her feet by Ronnie. A cherished family friend of hers when the train comes to a halt. She looks around confused at how she got to where she was. Being with Ronnie and Anita’s family, and Claire. Claire was sniffling, holding on to a ripped and crumpled note that read, ‘take care of my daughter.’ Something in her gut told her that Claire was her responsibility now.
That was months ago.
Instead of splitting off into separate lives, Claire made the argument that they had to live close to Ronnie and Anita. Claiming that some weird intuition told her to do so. So, that’s what they did. She bought a condo not far from the home that the Pitts purchased. The condo felt familiar in some odd way. Like déjà vu. This overwhelming sense of love and admiration flooded her senses when they first toured it. She didn’t even need a day to think on. She put an offer in that same hour, and within that same hour it was accepted.
Claire stayed with her, finishing high school and moving off to college. Their goodbye was tearful and heart felt. Claire promised to visit her during holidays so that way she wasn’t lonely. Despite having their friends to visit each year.
During the summer she found a job within the local city library as a librarian. She found peace and solace in the quietness. The smell of books seemed to fill this whole in her heart. She also started therapy during this time. She had these magical dreams about this man. But he really wasn’t a man. He was a man stuck in a young adult body who had magical powers. Him, and siblings all had magical powers. She dreamt of the world ending. The apocalypse beginning. Being stuck in 1963 in Dallas. But, that boy was always by her side.
These dreams felt so real some days. That when she awoke she could’ve sworn that the man she was dreaming of was in her room. Only to fade away with the morning sun. Shortly after the dreams began, she started to receive bouquets of flowers each week. The card only ever reading -MH. She had no idea who, or what that meant. The only possible explanation for the H was Hargreaves. But that couldn’t be possible. Hargreaves was the last name of the man she dreamt of. And he wasn’t real..right?
One particular week, she was gifted these beautiful marigolds, nothing else. She had trouble bringing home the bouquet because of how large this particular one was. She fished around the bottom cabinets of her kitchen to find a vase big enough for them. She filled it up with water and placed them in. Something told her that they needed to be in the bedroom with her. She smiled as she placed them on the other side table. They seemed to glow within the room itself.
That night, was the worst of the nightmares she had. She watched helplessly as the man she seemed to have love and his siblings die. But she wasn’t there fully. Like she was a ghost watching a show. Until the Cleanse seemed to reach up at her. Just as her foot was sucked in, she shot up in bed. Breathing heavy she rose out of bed and went to open the bedroom window to let in the crisp air. Sitting on the bench that adorned the window, something from the shadows down below caught her eye. There was absolutely no way what she was seeing was real. The man she dreamt about was below her in the alley way, looking up to her. He smiled brightly before turning and disappearing into the darkness.
Jumping from the bench she ran to her front door. Grabbing the oversized black coat she wore and slipped on her shoes. She rushed down the stairs in hopes to catch him. Her heart racing with each step. Finally busting out of the back door that lead into the alleyway, she sees what she believes is to be his shadow further down.
“Hey!” she yells towards him. The man briefly looks over his shoulder before making a left. Disappearing into darkness again. She takes a deep breath. This is crazy right? Going after a shadow in the dark? But her gut screamed at her to follow. She had to follow.
Sprinting down the corridor she makes the same left turn he did. She sees his shadow illuminated behind the street lamp that was across the street.
“Hey!” She screeches again as she comes up to the sidewalk.
The man still not saying anything turns, and starts to head down a flight of stairs she didn’t even know was there. Gulping, she makes sure to look both ways before sprinting across the avenue. She stands at the top of the stair case. The man’s back disappearing under the overhang. Debating on whether to follow, she decided to. She had come too far without knowing who the hell he was.
She entered into a train station. Too clean of a train station to be atypical city train station. But, the noise of music and rattling dishes pulled her from her thoughts. Around a corner, bright lights illuminated onto the train station tile to which she followed.
As she turned the corner, a bright neon orange sign read MAX’S DELICATESSEN. It was a diner in the middle of a underground train station. Totally not odd. She opens the door to the diner and steps in. Almost immediately regretting it as multiple heads turn her way. Her breath caught in her throat. They were all him. The man she dreamt about. Scared, she was about to step back when one of them from the middle booth rose in his seat.
“Please! Don’t go,” he shouted. Looking flustered as the others of him in the room snickered at his attempt.
“That’s not how you treat this particular guest Five,” The one behind the kitchen counter spat.
He came out from around the counter. Wiping his hands over the waist apron he wore. She looked at him curiously. After padding down his hands, he stood to attention with a smile.
“Miss, Y/N, your table awaits, follow me please.” He said with a wink. A small giggle arose from her chest. Which caught her by surprise.
“And here you are, coffee, black I’m assuming miss?” The man in the apron asks as she settles into the booth seat where the other man was.
“Yes, how did you know?” She asks. Looking between the two men.
“We know everything about you Y/N,” he said with smile before turning on his heel back towards the counter.
The other man who sat in the seat across from her seemed nervous. He was fiddling away with his thumbs. They sat in silence until the man in the apron brought her fresh cup of coffee.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She brought the hot cup of coffee to her lips. Taking a brief sip. Her face contorted at the bitterness of the coffee.
“Apologizes, the coffee is shit.” The man in the apron said with a grin before he made his way back over to the counter again.
Groaning, she set down the cup and pushed it aside. With the empty table space in front of her, she clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top of them. Starring towards the man in the booth who had picked up the newspaper he was reading. Clearing her throat, he peaked from over the pages. With her eyes, she signaled to him to set it down. His eyes darted between her and the paper before sighing loudly. Setting the paper aside.
“So-“ The man across from her coughed as he took a sip of his own cup of coffee. His face mirroring that same expression she did before.
“So, who are you?” She asks. Eyes narrowing. She watched closely as the man gulped and tugged at his tie.
“Five-“ he responded.
“Five?” She repeated.
“Five Hargreaves.” The man stated before her.
“You’ve been in my dreams.” She sighed, lowering her hands to the table. Shifting to allow her back to rest against the backboard of the booth.
“I know.” He stated through gritted teeth. It seemed like whoever he was, was having a hard time being there too.
“Why?” She asks with a stale flick of her tongue. She was growing impatient at this point.
“I’m your husband.” Five responded. His expression briefly softening before turning stark cold again.
“I-I’m sorry, what?” She chokes on her words.
“From another timeline.” He continues.
“Oh spit it out mate!” Another Five from behind the counter pipes up. They all seemed frustrated with the one in front of her.
“I’m your husband, I’mean- we’re all your husbands. From different timelines. Different points of existence. Each of us loosing you in some way.” The Five in front of her continues. He brushes the bangs from his face and starts to shimmy off the black over coat he adorned. Too similar to the one she was wearing. She notices a cut on his upper left eyebrow. Taking a alcohol pad she had in one the pockets, she opens it to presumably clean the wound. He coughs, making her look at him, and back down to the pad. Confused on how natural it all felt.
“What do you mean by lost?” She asks.
“You died in my arms on the night we got married.” A Five from one of the corner booths huffs out. Twirling the ring that sat on his ring finger.
“I lost you to a fire,” One of them whispers from behind the counter. The other Fives pat him gently on the back.
“And you?” She asks, turning to the Five in front of her.
“I sent you away.” He bluntly responds.
“This train station that you’re in?” He motions to outside of the diner.
“I pushed you into it with Anita and Ronnie and Claire. To save you from The Cleanse.” His voice drifted off at the last bit.
“The Cleanse?” She asks curiously.
“To much to explain darlin’” A Five from behind her says in a deep southern tone.
“So why am I here?” She questions. Her heart felt whole just seeing the other man in front of her but unsure why.
“I need to get you back to the correct timeline. He’s there, right now, dying with him family. Those are the dreams you’ve been seeing. But I gave him the wrong advice. He didn’t need to die. They didn’t need to die. Youre the final key to stop the cleanse.” Five reaches out from around the table and his fingers graze across her neck. She melts at the touch of his skin on hers, but he pulls forward the chain to her necklace.
It was a Umbrella necklace.
“This necklace,” Five saves slightly tapping the main parts of the umbrella folds that begin to shimmer.
“Has an elixir. It was there in front of me all along.” He sighs.
“But I don’t have any memories of him, of you-“ She starts, and Five puts up his hand to stop her mid-sentence.
“Follow me,” he replies, climbing out the booth and holding out his hands to hers.
She grabs ahold and he pulls her from the booth. Dragging her outside the diner, she can hear the other Five’s say their goodbyes.
Five pulls her towards the train that was mysteriously there now. The doors opening once they were toe-to-toe with the platform.
“I’m not-“ She stutters, looking panickily between the train, Five, and the entrance to the train station. Thinking about Claire.
“He needs you, now more than ever.” Five whispers. He cups her face between his hands. Turning her towards him.
“What are you doin-“ She asks when Five places his lips against her forehead.
Simultaneously, a blue orb of light starts to engulf the two. And a massive headache came along with it.
“Ah-“ She grunts, pulling away from the man before her clutching her head and tumbling into the train.
“Wait, no!” She screams, still clutching her head.
The train speeds up and almost tosses her to her feet. However, the same blue light from mere moments before shots out around her. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes glow as well. A light blue shade, similar to Five’s.
As the train comes to a stop. She regains consciousness. The memories of her life before returning. The love she felt for the man she spoke with flooding her blood stream. Above, she could hear crashing and the sounds of civilians screaming.
“Cmon’” She whispers, jumping and shaking out her hands.
In a full on sprint, she darts out of the train. Just has her feet reach the tiled platform she blips.
Landing roughly on a set of stairs. Groaning from the fact that she just time traveled technically, she can hear the shouts of others in front of her. Her blurred vision coming clear. She gasps at the sight.
They all were being engulfed in the Durango.
“Y/N? What the HELL are you doing here? HOW?” Five shouts. She can see him struggling against the Durango.
“It’s the necklace!” She responds as the Durango screeches overhead.
“It has an elixir that Reginald hid. Bitter old man!” She curses to the skies.
“An elixir? What are you talking about?” Five screams from his spot.
The look of fear and pain was washed over his features and she wanted nothing more than comfort him. But she had a bigger job to do.
Whistling, she grabs the attention of the Durango.
“Y/N NO!” Five cries out.
“I love you!” She screams as she turns on her heels. A full sprint down the corridor and out the front door.
Her heart hurts at the sight of destruction. But the roar of the Durango pulls her from her thoughts and she continues her sprint down the street. Hoping to save them in time. She didn’t care if she died here. Just knowing that her husband and his family was safe from the horrible childhood they had to endure that they didn’t ask for.
After almost a block away, she stops. Cooing at the Durango to come just a little closer. But, one of the tentacles from the Durango captures her at her feet. Struggling against it, she takes a deep breath. Allowing the puss to climb up her legs. Just as it reaches her waist, she yanks the chain from her neck. The Durango was fulling on top of her at this point.
“Come get it asshole!” She screams. Tossing the necklace towards the mouth of the Durango.
The Durango catches it as the puss reaches above her chest. In the distance behind the Durango she can see all of them sprinting towards her. Five ahead of them. Unable to make out what he was saying, she smile brightly at him as the puss was beginning to swallow her neck. Just as she’s about to see her lover one final time, the Durango glows blue. Screeching at the top of its lungs, it explodes. The puss around her shattering and the force of it shoots her backwards. She’s launched into a street light pole, and the world around her goes black.
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She groans as her eyes flutter and try to adjust to the ungodly bright light. Coughing, she tries to move her head around but is met with sharp pains shooting up and down her neck. Softly moving her head to the side, she can see Five in a chair, fast asleep but holding on tightly to her hand. Mustering up all the energy that she could, she squeezes his hand. His eyes fluttering open at the sensation. His hair was longer now, but his features were just as handsome as the day they met.
“Y/N,” Five whispers. Gently caressing the hand he held.
“Where am I?” She asks through a bitter cough.
“You’re in a hospital. We made it.” He laughs quietly.
She grins at his response. The sense of relief washes over her shoulders, lifting some of the pain along with it.
“How did you know?” Five asks from beside her. He had scooted the chair he was in closer to her hospital bed and started to caress her bruised cheek.
“You told me-“ She hoarsely replies.
Five’s gaze softens into confusion when there’s a knock on the door.
“Can we come in?” Luther asks from the door way.
She smiles softly and nods. The rest of the siblings begin to pile into the small room that she was being treated in.
“How long has it been?” She croaks.
“It’s been a year, you were in a coma.” Klaus replies. Sitting next to Five in one of the chairs.
“How did you know I was awake?” She asks.
“Silly goose, I always know.” Klaus jokes with a smile and swat of his hand.
The siblings catch her up on everything that happened while she was out. Expplaining that their powers are gone for good now. That Lila, and Diegos family was back, and Allison had Claire again. None of them remembering their lives in the other timeline.
Five sat quietly beside her, caressing her hand the whole time. At some point in the night, the doctors ushered everyone out besides Five so they could run some tests. Determining that she was able to go home at the end of the week. Time didn’t matter for her at this point.
After everyone had left, they two of them remain in the same position in silence. She could hear her heart beating in her chest. That same sense of overwhelming love that poured from such a small man engulfed her. She couldn’t believe that she had such a devoting husband after all this time.
“You stayed,” she comments with a small smile forming on her lips.
Five was puzzled as he was pulled out his thoughts, and she repeated her statement again.
“You mean everything to me, after that suicide mission-“ Five pauses and lets out a cold laugh.
“I love you-“ She interrupts him as he goes to continue his sentence. Not wanting to hear any bashed talk from the man.
“I love you.” He responds with a half crooked smile.
Patting beside her, she motions for him to join her on the hospital bed. About to protest, she stops him. Sternly pointing to the spot beside her. With a groan, he climbs onto the bed. As he settles into his spot, she lifts her head to place it on his chest. Her hand resting over his heart. Feeling it beat beneath her made her sigh. Knowing for sure they were alive lifted a weight from her shoulders. She smiled as Five places a sweet kiss on the top of her head. Pulling her impossibly closer then she already was.
Appreciative of the fact that they got to keep each other after all.
