Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
The train station was a cold, cavernous expanse, its marble floors gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. The sounds of distant announcements, the rumble of trains, and the murmur of conversations created a haunting symphony that filled the air. Five Hargreeves stood by the platform, his jaw set and his eyes betraying the storm of emotions he kept tightly controlled.
Y/n stood across from him, her fingers trembling slightly as they clutched the edge of her coat. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were now clouded with worry and sorrow. She knew this day would come—knew that Five's duties with the Commission would eventually take him away from her. But knowing did little to dull the ache of reality.
Five glanced up as the sharp whistle of the incoming train echoed through the station. His heart clenched at the sight of Y/n's tear-streaked face. Leaving her felt like tearing his soul apart.
"Y/n..." he started, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. He took a step closer, reaching out to gently brush a tear from her cheek.
Y/n's lips trembled as she tried to muster a smile, but it faltered under the weight of her sorrow. "You don't have to say it," she whispered. "I know you have to go."
Five's fingers lingered on her cheek, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her jaw. "I wish I could stay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything."
Y/n's hands found his, gripping them tightly as if to anchor herself in the moment. "Promise me you'll come back," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
Five's heart shattered at the desperation in her eyes. "I promise," he said, though they both knew it was a promise he might not be able to keep. "I'll do everything I can to come back to you."
The train pulled into the station, its brakes screeching in protest as it slowed to a halt. The doors hissed open, and a cold gust of air rushed past them, carrying the scent of iron and dust.
Five and Y/n stood in the middle of the platform, the world around them fading into a blur. Five pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, memorizing the feel of her body against his. "I'll miss you every day," he murmured into her hair.
Y/n clung to him, her tears soaking into his coat. "I'll miss you too," she choked out. "I'll think of you every moment."
They pulled back slightly, their faces inches apart. Five cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers. "Stay safe," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And be happy. No matter what happens."
Y/n nodded, biting her lip to keep from sobbing. "You too," she said, her voice trembling. "Take care of yourself, Five. And come back to me."
Five's heart ached at the sight of her, so strong and yet so vulnerable. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, pouring all his love and longing into that single moment.
When they finally pulled apart, the train conductor's voice echoed through the station, announcing the final boarding call. Five took a step back, his hand slipping from hers, the physical distance mirroring the chasm that was about to separate them.
"I love you," he said, his voice breaking.
"I love you too," Y/n whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Always."
Five turned and walked towards the train, each step feeling like a betrayal. He could feel Y/n's eyes on him, the weight of her gaze pressing into his back. He boarded the train, the doors closing behind him with a final, ominous thud.
As the train began to move, Five found a window and pressed his hand against the glass, his eyes locked on Y/n's figure growing smaller in the distance. She stood on the platform, her hand raised in a futile wave, her tears glistening under the station lights.
He watched her until the train rounded a bend, and she was lost from sight. The world outside blurred as tears filled his own eyes, the magnitude of what he was leaving behind crashing over him like a tidal wave.
Y/n stood on the platform long after the train had disappeared, her heart aching with a hollow, unrelenting pain. The echoes of their last moments together reverberated through her mind, each memory a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost and the hope she had to cling to.
She turned and walked away, her steps slow and heavy. The world felt emptier without Five, each day a struggle to hold onto the fragments of their love. But she knew she had to be strong—for him, for the promise they had made, and for the hope that one day, against all odds, he would return to her.
In the quiet of her apartment, she found solace in the small things—the smell of his jacket, the feel of his favorite book, the lingering warmth of his last touch. Each item became a talisman of their love, a beacon of hope that guided her through the darkest days.
Five, on his dangerous mission, carried the memory of Y/n with him like a lifeline. In the moments of quiet between the chaos, he would close his eyes and remember the feel of her arms around him, the sound of her laughter, the warmth of her kiss. It was those memories that kept him going, that gave him the strength to fight and the determination to survive.
Despite the danger, despite the uncertainty, Five held onto the promise they had made. And as he faced the unknown, he whispered into the void, a silent vow to return to the woman he loved.
In a world where time was his enemy and his ally, Five clung to the hope that one day, he and Y/n would be reunited. That the train would bring him back to her, and their future—fragile and precious—would be waiting, ready to be reclaimed.