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

will you love me like you loved me in the january rain?

Mary

In another timeline, it happens in the early evening, a couple of hours before Vanya is set to perform her solo. The Hargreeves family cannot stop the apocalypse if they are dead before it occurs.

Vanya comes back to the Umbrella Academy, accompanied by Leonard. Nobody can be sure of her reasoning. Maybe you would have if you lived long enough to ask her about it, to sort it all out like you wanted. But Vanya is full of love and guilt, which is enough to drive a person to do irrational things.

She shouldn't have come back, really. Not when Allison is filled with rage, and thus fills the rest of the family with rage by proxy because Vanya hurt you. You.

You, of course, try to keep everyone calm in spite of the residual weakness that courses through you. You still can't believe what she had done to you, and if the situation weren't so...messy...you would be proud of Vanya. She has powers. Beautiful powers.

Powers that are strong enough to hurt you.

The echo of pain sparks fear inside you. It's the fear that taints the look on your face as you accept Vanya' sincere, babbling, desperately weeping apology. She sees it. So does the rest of your family. So does Leonard.

The rest happens in a chaotic, destructive blur. But it boils down to this.

Luther and Diego attack Leonard when they realize that he's been manipulating Vanya to get to this point. At the same time, Allison attempts to rumor Vanya into submission. Also at the same time, Klaus backs into a corner with Ben, laughing as his panic mounts. Luther rips Leonard's eye out, but he manages to flee when Vanya knocks Allison back with a large amount of force and then does the same to Luther and Diego. Allison screams in agony as something in her body breaks inside her. Luther tries to crawl toward Allison, her name a hoarse, terrified yell on his lips. Blood streams from Diego's head, but he gets back up because he's Diego, because he won't go down that easily. He aims a knife at Vanya, shouting a warning for her to stop. Klaus just tries to run.

You can do nothing but watch as your family crumbles around you, and the cold realization that not even you were able to keep them together and safe and happy is so numbing that you don't feel when Vanya's powers explode out of her, bringing the house down all around her and killing everyone in the detonation.

Everyone except you.

(You think you shouted her name a second before it happened. You think you ran to her, hand stretching out to reach her, to hold her. You think Vanya reached back.

Then again, you think it may not be what happened at all.)

You are, of course, dying. Vanya's powers shredded through yours, leaving nothing behind but a husk who somehow clings to the tatters of what little life remains. It's strange to die. You can at least be thankful that you feel no physical pain, and that the emotional pain (guilt guilt guilt grief gnashing burning screaming horror fury fury fury betrayal betrayal failure—failure—failure—) has overwhelmed you so much that it's nothing more than a burnt nerve ending

You prefer it that way.

Consciousness comes and goes. Each time you fade, you feel yourself in the depths of the ocean, its black all around you. Iron clings to your ankles. The cold is muted. The pressure dulled. There is a burst of brilliant song, but it lasts a single moment within the plane of your unseeing reality. Then it is gone, gone forever, gone and cannot be undone and you are dying and nobody can even care because everybody else is dead dead dead—

There is something deep, in the dark.

But it's just you, alone in this empty world.

You should want to cry, shouldn't you? Except you don't think you can. You haven't been able to cry for so long that it's a stranger concept than the encroaching death, which cradles your bones, your organs, in gentle fingers.