You will dive deep into the life of Five Hargreeves, exploring scenarios where you are his partner in crime, confidante, and love interest. Each short Story offers a unique glimpse into different aspects of Five's multifaceted personality-his wit, h...
A/N: This was a request from a tumblr user. I really hope it's not that bad. Yes, I'm on Tumblr, you can find me there under the name inkspiredwriting
Warnings: spoilers for season 4 episode 5-6, angst
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Y/n sat on the worn-out couch in Diego's living room, the sound of muted conversation from the kitchen drifting through the house. The weight of her growing belly reminded her that she wasn't alone, that there was a small life depending on her now, a life she had been overjoyed to create with Five. But that joy had turned to a hollow ache since she had discovered the truth.
She absently ran her hand over her stomach, trying to find comfort in the small kicks and flutters that had once brought her so much happiness. The baby was all she had left to cling to now.
Diego had been the one to tell her, his voice low and hesitant as he explained what Five had confessed to him. Seven years. Seven years in a different timeline, trapped with Lila. Seven years that had only been hours in their timeline. And in those years, Five had been unfaithful. It was a betrayal Y/n couldn't understand, a wound that cut deeper than any she had ever known.
"Y/n," Diego's voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to see him standing in the doorway, concern etched across his face. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to. We can go somewhere else."
She shook her head, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile. "It's fine, Diego. I just... I need some time to think."
He nodded, understanding, but didn't push further. "I'm here if you need me," he said softly before retreating back into the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Y/n closed her eyes, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. She had been so happy, so content in the life she and Five had built together. She had believed in their love, in their future. But now, all of that seemed like a cruel joke.
How could he have done this? How could he have betrayed her, betrayed their love, even if it had been in another timeline, in another life? And yet, as much as she wanted to hate him, to push him away, she couldn't ignore the part of her that still loved him, that still wanted to believe in the man she had married.
But the reality was inescapable. She had to protect herself, and more importantly, she had to protect their child.
Just as she was about to get up and leave, the door to the living room creaked open, and she looked up to see Five standing there. His face was drawn, pale, with dark circles under his eyes—a man broken by his own actions.
"Y/n," he said quietly, his voice trembling with regret.
She stiffened, her heart constricting as she met his gaze. "What do you want, Five?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though it trembled slightly with the weight of her emotions.
