definitely maybe i will live to love || Five x Reader/OC ||

study your face and fade the frame

(Feels Like) Heaven

Life feels odd with three days until the apocalypse looming in the back of your mind. Three days to elevate Vanya to the point where she won't lose control. Three days to do something about the Commission. Three days to prevent the end.

Your grip remains steady as you bring Cha-Cha breakfast.

Mom made a nice spread for your technical prisoner. Three pancakes with a side of berries, syrup and butter, three slices of bacon, two fried eggs, and a glass of orange juice. There's also an extra glass of water. You crouch and slide the tray through the slat you opened on your side. "Good morning," you chime.

"Fuck off," Cha-Cha snaps while she draws the tray to her. You lie flat on your back so you can stare at her in the slat's space. When she catches you, she sneers and says, "Why're you being so creepy?"

"Just making sure you eat enough. Also, I don't have much else to do until you finish. I need to take the tray back, and I'm sure you could kill with a spoon and a piece of bacon, so I can't let it stay here in the cell."

"Why don't you just kill me?" Cha-Cha poses while she shovels pancake into her mouth. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about mealtime shit."

"I mean, we don't really want to murder more people than we have to." You clasp both hands over your stomach.

"But Five is a killer," Cha-Cha says. "All of you are. Killers since you were kids. Killers now."

You think of the euphoria of crushing Leonard Peabody's windpipe, of the manic grin Five wore when he killed, of the grim satisfaction Diego had when his knives connected with a body.

"Well, if you want to die so badly, we can make arrangements."

Cha-Cha snorts. She swipes the back of a hand over her mouth after swallowing some orange juice. "I have no more information to give that's relevant to your stupid little dream of saving the world. All roads point to me being offed before I find a way to escape and kill all of you. It's only logical."

"If we were the Commission, maybe, but guess what?" Your shoulders wiggle against the ground in a small dance. "We're not."

"So, what? You're just going to keep me here until you all die?"

"Or we stop the apocalypse and get the Commission to stop bothering us," you add with a smile. Cha-Cha would have seen it as childish if she didn't know who you really are and your true age.

"Yeah," she drawls, unconvinced. "Or that."

"Pretty much," you nod.

Cha-Cha doesn't believe a word coming out of your mouth, but it doesn't stop her from eating because damn, she hasn't had a home-cooked meal in forever. Her diet is a consistent stream of overpriced junk and cheap coffee, and don't even ask her when was the last time she had fresh fruit.

You watch Cha-Cha scarf down the breakfast without interruption. It seems to be an actual experience for her, and with the way Five talked about food last night, you figure she might be going through something similar.

After she's done and organizes everything back on the tray, Cha-Cha sighs like she disappoints herself. She reaches over to her crumpled blazer, then pulls out a small photo from one of the inner pockets. She sets it on the tray and pushes it out through the slat. You sit up to see what she placed.

"I don't have a use for some stupid picture anymore," Cha-Cha explains with boredom. "Figured you might want to know what he looked like."

You study the single photo. It's a simple picture of an old man with a cold, serious face. You recognize those eyes instantly. This is a man who had been drug straight into hell and climbed his way back out for his family. It had always been for his family. Everything. Everything he ever did was for all of you.