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 nice person from tumblr. The song in the OneShot is called happier by Olivia Rodrigo. I didn't know this song before and now I hear it all the time.
Warnings: Heartbreak?
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When Five and Lila finally returned to their timeline, seven years had passed for them—years of survival, struggle, and ultimately, an unbreakable bond. But for everyone else, it had only been a few hours. That fact alone was enough to create fractures in relationships Five had once taken for granted.
Especially with Y/n.
Before the incident, Y/n had been his world. She had been the one to soften his sharp edges, the one who made him believe, even for a fleeting moment, that he could have something normal. But when he vanished, Lila was there with him and Y/n wasn't.
At first, Five had assumed things could go back to the way they were. Sure, he and Lila had been through hell together and kissed, but that didn't mean things had changed between him and Y/n... right?
But Diego saw it before Five did. He saw the way Five and Lila moved around each other like magnets, the way they understood each other in ways no one else could, how they looked at each other. And Diego, despite his usual obliviousness, could see the pain it caused Y/n and also himself.
So Diego made a decision.
"Lila staying with you," Diego had told Five one night, after the dust settled a little. "Me and also Y/n can't be around that. Around you two."
And that was it. No discussion. No argument. Just an unspoken understanding that things had shifted, and Diego wasn't going to fight it.
Y/n, however, wasn't as loud about her pain. Instead, she turned it into something beautiful.
A few weeks later, Five heard the song. "Happier."
It played from the speakers one morning while he and Lila sat around for breakfast, and the moment Five heard the lyrics, his stomach twisted.
"I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me."
His grip on his coffee mug tightened. The words hit like a bullet, each lyric digging into his ribs like a truth he didn't want to face.
"And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart."
Across the table, Lila chewed lazily on her toast, unfazed. But Five felt like he was suffocating.
Because it wasn't just a song.
It was Y/n, putting her heartbreak into music for the entire world to hear.
And it worked. Five felt bad. Really bad.
But what could he do? He had made his choice. Hadn't he?
For weeks, he tried to push it aside, convincing himself that Y/n would be fine. That she'd move on. That the song was just a fleeting moment of pain she needed to release.
But then, she did move on.
And that was somehow worse.
It happened unexpectedly.
Five had just walked into a coffee shop when he saw her, sitting at a table with Diego of all people. At first, Five assumed it was a casual meet-up. But then Y/n laughed—one of those real, effortless laughs that used to belong to him.
And Diego? He was smiling at her like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Five felt something in his chest twist.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath.
It was one thing to hear her pain in a song. It was another to see her happy—actually happy—with someone else.
"Jealous much?" Lila's voice rang in his ear, and Five turned to see her standing beside him, sipping a stolen coffee.
"I'm not jealous," Five lied.
Lila snorted. "Sure, and I'm a kindergarten teacher."
Five sighed, running a hand down his face. "She wrote a song about me. A brutal song about me, and now she's sitting there looking like she never cared at all."
"Maybe that's the point," Lila shrugged. "You broke her heart, she got over it. That's what people do."
Five scowled. "I didn't break her heart."
Lila raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You and I were trapped in a timeline for seven years and fell in love, even though you were in a relationship with Y/n and I was married to Diego. What did you think was gonna happen?"
He had no response to that.
Instead, he glanced back at Y/n, who was now holding Diego's hand, her fingers casually playing with his as they talked.
That could've been him. That should've been him.
But it was too late.
He had made his choice. And now he had to live with it.
