my spark. - five hargreeves x fem! reader

five ☂

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y/n and five rushed off the train once it stopped and the doors opened, taking in the oddly pink lit waiting room.

"holy shit." the girl let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, looking to the boy next to her and seeing him do the same thing.

"i don't understand. why didn't it stop?" five let go of y/n's hand to walk towards the edge to look down beyond the train in front of him but not being able to see through the dark tunnel, "we need to get back."

y/n walked over to the wall where the vending machine used to be in the other station, but noticed it was now oddly replaced with a crane game. "what the hell?" she took in the fact that the game held multiples of the same squid plush, the one she had bought wesley in the sixties.

"w..wessy..." her lip quivered as she put a hand on the glass. she stared at the identical copies of the same toy, tears welling up in her eyes at the physical memory of her first son.

five sighed as he slowly started to turn around, "well, we can go up and see what the surface is like or just get back on the train and try to-" he came to an abrupt halt, turning to fully face his wife as the sounds of her agonizing and guttural scream, the crack of electricity, and the shattering of glass overwhelmed his senses.

y/n's eyes were glowing as she had punched the glass of the machine with crimson lightning surging around her fist, adding more power into her attack. fragments of shattered glass landed on the ground, the plushies also flew to the floor with small volts crackling around them before fizzling out.

her heavy and angered breathing slowly turned into rapid sobs as her legs wobbled and her knees began to bend. five ran over to catch her before she fell, soothing her and comforting her as they sat on the floor. her fist was bleeding, the pain of it making her cry more all while five rubbed her back and kissed her head, whispering small phrases to console her.

he handed her one of the plushies for her to squeeze and tear apart in her rage. he handed her another one, but she just hugged it instead, leaning into the warmth of his chest as she continued to sob.

"you're okay, my love. everything will be okay, i promise. we'll figure it all out." five whispered while he held her. he had recognized where the plushies came from when he sat down with her, and he immediately knew. he understood her pain and let her take her time. he couldn't imagine how she felt, although he tried his best, he always did when it came to wesley.

y/n unconsciously entered her own energy and began to move it around and five knew what she was doing.

he started to shake her, "honey, honey! hey! no, no, no. stop. stop it!" he grabbed her face and wiped her tears as she disconnected from her energy and stopped crying. he gazed at her with worry while she observed the damage she caused, tuning five's concerned voice out as she just blankly stared ahead of her.

'what. the. fuck.' was all she said in her head.

she knotted her brows in confusion and slight pain, causing her to look down at her hand. her husband grabbed one of the shredded fabrics from the plush she tore apart and pressed it onto her cuts, apologizing profusely when she cried out from the sudden pressure, breaking her out of her emotionless trance.

"wait." she sniffled and rummaged through her pocket with her other hand, pulling out her pack of kleenex and handing it to him.

he took it and began to clean her wounds, folding one of the tissues and placing it on her bloody knuckles and tying down the loose fabrics onto it for stability. they agreed to check the surface, so they stood up, five assisting his wife as she struggled and held the plush.