Happy Ever After // Kidnapped 3

Chapter 1

Adorable cheeks, beautiful blue eyes and blonde curls. The still so fragile fingers curl around my fingers, making sure that my smile widens even more.

"You better take John in your arms again or y/n will steal him Klaus." Five chuckles, making me glare at him.

"I think we can trust John's godmother. ." Klaus says as he watches me soothing his and his husband's adopted baby.

After stopping Flore from causing the apocalypse and killing the handler everything went amazingly well. I graduated last year and I am now a kindergarden teacher.

Five became a writer, just as Vanya who writing is her hobby and music is her job. It surprised me, everyone actually, that Five had patience enough to write 800 pages. But when he revealed the title of the first book of his series, I couldn't stop telling myself that I shouldn't have expected otherwise. He wrote a book series about the apocalypse.

My powers haven't been used since the day that Five and I stopped the apocalypse and I killed the handler. I don't need them. Not anymore.

I have my happy ever after now and I want to enjoy every small moment of it.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus smells the meal that his husband has made. Another few deep breaths follow to realize that it's one of his favorite meals ever.

"Do I smell your amazing quiche?!" Klaus turns around to watch his husband, Dave, in the kitchen.

Five didn't stop using his powers. Not spatial jumping or time traveling. When all the siblings and I saw each other again after stopping the apocalypse and killing the handler, Klaus begged his brother to do one thing for him.

That was traveling back in time to save the man he loves. Before doing so Five did his research to find out if he would change the timeline by saving Dave and luckily for Klaus, it wouldn't.

So Five went back in time to the day that Dave would die. There he told Klaus that if he didn't return, he'll lose Dave but if he did, they'd find each other again. The choice was easily made and Klaus went back to 2019 so nothing changed the activities that were supposed to happen.

How bad as it was, Klaus was still heart broken that he had to leave his love behind which I understand very well.

Five took Dave before he could get wounded and took him back to Klaus after all the events that happened with Flore and the handler. No one found his body after the war but since they couldn't find him anywhere, Dave was given up as dead so the timeline stayed the very same.

In the start it was hard for him to adjust to this time. But he always kept thanking Five for giving him another chance at life. A chance to grow old with Klaus and start a family with him.

And that they most certainly did. Klaus loved the idea of having kids so the two decided to adopt. It took quite some time but here they are now. They're proud parents of little John that I'm the godmother of.

"Yes and I have a feeling that this'll be the best quiche that I ever made! Y/n and Five! You two should stay for dinner!" Dave suggests and I look at Five, not wanting it to be me to decline a dinner with two of my favorite people in the world.

"We'd love to but. ." Five stops in the middle of his sentence to sneak his arms around my waist "I promised to take her to the movies."

Dave and Klaus their faces soften, making me chuckle. They're both very alike. Dave might not see any dead people but he does have the same caring personality as his husband.

"Then you must take your lady to the movies, my brother." Klaus tells his brother as he takes John back into his arms.

And that he does. I'm glad to be the one choosing what movie we're going to watch. If my very annoying boyfriend would choose the movie then we'd end up watching a horror movie. Even with all the history with killing and horrifying events, I'm still truly afraid every time we do watch a horror movie.

"You want to watch a movie that's been out for years?" Five uses his hands to do very overdone gestures but it's only making me laugh.

"You will like Harry Potter! The books are better than the movies of course but I'm sure that you'll like it." I tell him, really wanting to watch this movie.

"Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix." he reads the movie's name carefully.

"Yes and now come inside with me before the movie starts." I tell him.

Five finally accepts that he will have to watch this movie with me and follows me into the cinema hall.

We sit down on our seats and Five immediately lays his hand on mine, making me grin.

Watching Harry Potter with my love. If I knew that I would get all of this when I was fighting against the many suicidal thoughts, then everything would have been easier. But it wasn't easy. Not at all.

When the movie starts, I already lean against Five who I'm so glad to call mine. After all this time and all these heartbreaks, I can finally call him mine.

As the minutes pass, Five starts rubbing circles on my hand as my eyes don't leave the screen. I know that if I'd peak at Five, I wouldn't get my eyes off him.

My eyes narrow as the dementors, dark creatures that consume human happiness, come on the screen. These frightening creatures always succeeded to fright me every time that they came on the screen and now there isn't any difference.

Although more and more dementors are coming on the screen, it's not them that makes my mouth fall open. It's not a dementor that's making me want to go up in thin air and just disappear.

It's something else on the screen. Someone else.

"That person in the background..." I whisper, needing Five to see it too.

A frown gets placed on Five's forehead and he turns his head to me. "What?" He asks and I point at the huge screen in front of us.

"Do you recognize her?" My voice cracks in the middle of my question, making Five squeeze my hand in an attempt to reassure me.

He narrows his eyes just to shake his head afterwards to tell me that he doesn't recognize anyone. But I do. I recognize the extra in the movie.

It's a person who I thought was dead even when that movie got recorded. A person that I feared, hated but also cared about. A person that I saw as my enemy till the day that I cracked her neck.

It's the handler.