Five Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshots and Headcanons)

Black Coffee

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR S2 of TUA!!!! little angst, mostly fluff

Even though you'd been holding onto Five's hand desperately, you still found yourself losing his grip.

"FIVE!" you screeched, though it was hard to make sense of anything with the strange blue light surrounding you. "Help me!"

But it was too late.

You felt your hand slip from his, and screamed as you felt yourself falling, falling falling-

And then colliding with the concrete of the alleyway ground.

You cursed and sat up, feeling blood seep from under your hair. You swallowed your pain and scrambled to your feet, looking around for the others. "Allison! Luther! Vanya!" You found yourself bolting up and down the alley, praying that you would see the annoying Umbrella Academy gang running towards you, equally as worried.

But you didn't.

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Five dropped into that same alley soon after feeling your hand slip from his grasp. He tried to hold onto it, but it was too much strain. Trying to travel back in time with six other people was too much for him to try and multitask with.

He suddenly found himself falling, and then hitting pavement. For a moment, he blacked out, but woke up almost immediately, staggering to his feet and spinning in circles like a drunk man, trying to find his family.

"Vanya!" He called out, fear for her - and what she would do when left unsupervised - finding its place as first priority. "VANYA!"

Nothing.

That's when he remembered you, your hand slipping from his, and a faint, faint memory of you screaming his name. "Y/N," he whispered, hands reaching up to grab his hair as the fear in him tripled. "Oh God, no, Y/N, no! Y/N!"

He bolted out of the alley and into the sunny, happy side of Dallas. People wandered about, girls in striped and polka dot pleated dresses and skirts, men in collared shirts, some colorful, some not, and kids running loose, something that would have NEVER been seen back in 2019, out of fear of kidnappers and rapists and all that. It would've been a peaceful and welcome change of scenery for someone that hadn't lost his family and his best friend slash crush in one fell swoop.

"Y/N!" he called again, twisting in circles, his head swimming after the massive effort that it had taken to get seven people (and one ghost) to the 1960s.

A soft hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned to see an older woman standing before him. "Take it easy, boy. You look 'bout ready to faint."

He swallowed and stopped moving, taking a moment to brush the dust off of his uniform. He tried to swallow, but couldn't. His mouth was too dry.

The woman seemed to realize ... well, she realized something, for she pressed a folded 5 dollar bill into his hand and patted his shoulder. "Get yerself some water, boy. Your girl'll show up."

He nodded, still stunned and scared, and watched the woman walk away down the street. People weren't staring as much.

He spotted a dingy looking diner across the street, and stood up straighter, straightening his uniform again. Water. And coffee. Five bucks is probably enough for both.

He crossed the street with purpose, his mind already forming a plan to find his family and you. They've gotta be here somewhere ... .

The diner was empty save for a waitress standing at the counter with her back to him. "Be right with you," she called in a sweet voice.

Barely listening, he slid into a seat at the counter and let his head rest in his hands, his eyes closing. You lost her. She's gone. Your whole family is gone, and it's your fault.

"Alright, so what can I get for you?" the waitress asked kindly, turning around to meet her customer.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you saw the boy before you. Five. You blinked several times and stood there, frozen, as he gave his order without looking up.

"A black coffee and a water."

He didn't recognize you. What if ... had you somehow run into him when he was here working for the Commission? When he was here to assassinate Kennedy? No, he'd be older. This was him, this was definitely Five. Your Five.

"Five?"

He lifted his eyes to look at you, and you watched as a look of recognition and relief dawned on him. "Y/N?"

You nodded enthusiastically as he stood up, leaning across the counter to pull you into a hug. "Yeah, it's me, it's me! And you ... you're here! Wow, you're actually here!" You buried your face in his shoulder and hugged him tighter. "I missed you so much!"

Tears stung at Five's eyes as he hugged you tighter, ignoring the sharp edge of the counter digging into his stomach. It didn't matter. He'd never, ever been hugged like this, felt this loved, in a long time. And it was even better that it was coming from you.

"God, I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. You smiled, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I love you too."

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