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"Do you regret it?" | Five Hargreaves
Summary: Y/n and Five, drunk at the end of the world .
Pairing: Five Hargreaves X Fem!Reader
A/n: Is this small? Yes, but I decided to post it to ease our broken hearts for five now
"Do you regret it?" Y/n says with her head resting on Five's shoulder.
He was drunk, but not as drunk as she was.
"Of what?" He says trying to sober up so he can understand her.
"Of meeting me." Y/n says and Five laughs at the thought, they grew up together, and after everything they've been through, she asks that kind of question.
"Do you want to know what I regret?" Five says, taking her hand.
"I regret not making you happier, not marrying you, and our retirement not working out." He says and laughs at the end. Y/n lifts her head from Five's shoulder and looks at her upset.
"But you make me happy!" She says with him words a little jumbled and Five smiles softly.
"No, I don't make , I just drag you into every mess I get myself into I'm terrible, grumpy, and I don't understand anything about feelings, I'm sorry." Five says taking Y/n's hand and intertwining his fingers with hers.
"Five?"
"Yes dear?"
"I wish I had married you." She speaks softly and Five smiles closing his eyes.
"I would also love to see you in a white dress." He says imagining her in a beautiful white dress.
"But maybe in another universe... we got married, right?"
"Or maybe you found someone better for you." He says it jokingly, but it hurts to think about love with someone else.
"As if anyone else would put up with me like this."
"You say that as if you weren't the most incredible woman in the world." He gives her a little kiss on the head and keeps his mouth there with his eyes closed.
"Maybe in another universe you would end up with Lila." She says this, and Five frowns.
"I'd rather be killed."
"But if I wasn't in this universe?"
"Well, then my life would be nothing but sadness." Five can't even think about the possibility of living a life without his Y/n by his side, and if there is such a universe, where his Y/n isn't there, he wants to stay far away from it.
They were silent for a while, and Five couldn't help but imagine their wedding, it would be just the way she wanted it.
"Would you prefer to get married in the church or outdoors?" Y/n asks and Five smiles
"She was imagining that too."
"Which do you prefer?" He asks, squeezing her hand tighter.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, I would like it to be just the way you dreamed."
"What's your dream wedding Five?" Y/n says with and Five's smile widens.
"One where you're the bride and I'm the groom."
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Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader
A/N: The last month was pretty busy so I couldn't write much but I had a cute lil thought about this while I was on the bus cuz of all the Five tiktoks on my fyp
"Honestly Five, your head isn't screwed on straight! No one in their right mind would put themselves at this much risk over and over again!" You shouted, voice almost hoarse and mouth dry as you continued to berate him, as you had since you arrived almost twenty minutes ago.
Your husband continued to ignore you, not even bothering to justify his reckless mission anymore and you continued to shout, waving your hands around in your helplessness and frustration.
Five Hargeeves was a great man but the one thing you absolutely detested about him was how he decided he had to do everything on his own. You were his partner, both in the commission and in his life, but he refused to trust you with his own matters.
To a certain degree, you could understand him. He was so anxious about saving his family, so tormented by their deaths hanging over him that he felt that unless he oversaw every single detail, it would all fall apart.
But just because you understood, didn't mean you appreciated your husband putting himself in harm's way when you could've helped him.
"Are you even listening to me?! Five! Your wife is here yelling at you, and you don't even have the decency to look her in the eye?!"
He didn't reply and you were stuck staring at his broad, blazer-clad shoulders.
Then he shifted, taking a deep breath and you heard the shaky breath he let out.
"Five?"
He finally turned, eyes glistening, cheeks wet and lip quivering and you felt so heartbroken at the sight of him that you felt your own tears prick at your eyes. You immediately closed the gap between you, "Oh, sweetheart."
You sat him down in the armchair, perching on his lap and letting him hide his face into your neck, peppering kisses to the crown of his head as he took some time to compose himself.
"I'm just—so tired." His voice cracked and you felt like your heart did as well, pulling away from him just enough so you could kiss his tears away.
"Shh, it's okay." You whispered, gently running your thumbs over the peak of his cheekbones. His hands were gripping your waist with the strength of a vice, nails digging into the flesh of your hips.
"What do you need, Five? Just give me the word and I'll make it happen." You told him, now more determined than anything to shoulder the pain he was feeling, "I would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy, my love. Tell me what you need."
He slumped over in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours, "You. Only you."
You sighed, now running your fingers through his hair. A part of you was disappointed that he was still unable to open up, another was unsurprised.
"Silly request. I'm already all yours."
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"Do you regret it?" | Five Hargreaves
Summary: Y/n and Five, drunk at the end of the world .
Pairing: Five Hargreaves X Fem!Reader
A/n: Is this small? Yes, but I decided to post it to ease our broken hearts for five now
"Do you regret it?" Y/n says with her head resting on Five's shoulder.
He was drunk, but not as drunk as she was.
"Of what?" He says trying to sober up so he can understand her.
"Of meeting me." Y/n says and Five laughs at the thought, they grew up together, and after everything they've been through, she asks that kind of question.
"Do you want to know what I regret?" Five says, taking her hand.
"I regret not making you happier, not marrying you, and our retirement not working out." He says and laughs at the end. Y/n lifts her head from Five's shoulder and looks at her upset.
"But you make me happy!" She says with him words a little jumbled and Five smiles softly.
"No, I don't make , I just drag you into every mess I get myself into I'm terrible, grumpy, and I don't understand anything about feelings, I'm sorry." Five says taking Y/n's hand and intertwining his fingers with hers.
"Five?"
"Yes dear?"
"I wish I had married you." She speaks softly and Five smiles closing his eyes.
"I would also love to see you in a white dress." He says imagining her in a beautiful white dress.
"But maybe in another universe... we got married, right?"
"Or maybe you found someone better for you." He says it jokingly, but it hurts to think about love with someone else.
"As if anyone else would put up with me like this."
"You say that as if you weren't the most incredible woman in the world." He gives her a little kiss on the head and keeps his mouth there with his eyes closed.
"Maybe in another universe you would end up with Lila." She says this, and Five frowns.
"I'd rather be killed."
"But if I wasn't in this universe?"
"Well, then my life would be nothing but sadness." Five can't even think about the possibility of living a life without his Y/n by his side, and if there is such a universe, where his Y/n isn't there, he wants to stay far away from it.
They were silent for a while, and Five couldn't help but imagine their wedding, it would be just the way she wanted it.
"Would you prefer to get married in the church or outdoors?" Y/n asks and Five smiles
"She was imagining that too."
"Which do you prefer?" He asks, squeezing her hand tighter.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, I would like it to be just the way you dreamed."
"What's your dream wedding Five?" Y/n says with and Five's smile widens.
"One where you're the bride and I'm the groom."
I'm so embarrassed but here it is! 😭 so there's y/n who is addicted to coffee flavored candies but doesn't like drinking coffee. which five finds very confusing. She's always offering five candy but ofc, five answers grumpily like "it's not the same thing as coffee"— and suddenly goes to a part where they kiss (idk how it leads to this omg) and five is absolutely ENAMORED with her lips bcs of all the coffee candy she eats..
is this too much explaining or what.. ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE U LOTS <3
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Sweet Flavor | F. Hargreeves
pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader
wc; 637
warnings: might make you blush lololol
synopsis: five refuses to try your favorite candy, so you make him
a/n: feeding yall today 🙄 you’re welcome! half way through s3 💪 also aged up five ofc!
requests: CLOSED
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Five sighs, leaning on the table as you take a seat next to him.
“Really embracing the old man, huh?” You said, referring to his unusual outfit. Instead of the academy uniform, he’d opted for a vest, flannel, and fedora combination. You honestly wondered where he found it.
Five hums. “Yes, I am. It’s called retirement.”
You just laugh at him, unwrapping one of your Werther's caramel coffee candies. Five wrinkles his nose in disgust as you hand one towards him. “Want one?”
“I’d rather save the world again. Naked,” He sassily replied.
“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” You tease, popping the candy into your mouth and sighing at this sweet-bitter flavor.
“Why don’t you just drink regular coffee?” He asked. “Like a sane person?”
“Because coffee is nasty,” You said, sticking your tongue out at him and displaying the small candy. “These are better.”
“They’re not even close to the same thing,” He grumbled.
You raise a brow at him. “And how would you know? You’ve never had one.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he dismisses, getting up and inspecting the hotel buffet. You follow after him, popping another candy in your mouth.
“So, what are you thinking of doing since you’re retired?”
Five grabs a cup and fills it with coffee. “I don’t know. Traveling? Isn’t that what people do nowadays?”
You scoff, “Yeah, people who don’t look barely eighteen.”
He swats at you, returning to your seats. “I’ll drive.”
He pours some syrup over his pancakes, and you pout. “If you like that much syrup, you’d love the candies just as much.”
“Coffee is supposed to taste bitter, not filled with artificial flavoring.”
“You don’t know till you try.”
“I do know, and I’m telling you now, that is shit,” He points at your mouth with his knife.
You frown, suckling on the candy and its sweet flavor. You were lucky to have found them back in 1963, and now you just kept a handful in your pocket at all times.
“You didn’t like me at first, and now…”
“That’s completely different,” He defends.
You laugh. “Really? Cause you’re a bitter old man, and I’m the sweetest person ever.”
“You are far from the sweetest person ever.”
“That’s not the point, Five,” You huff.
He smiles at you. “Isn’t it, darling?”
“Just try one,” You urged, tossing the wrapped candy at his face. “Please.”
"Try a cup of coffee, and I’ll consider it.”
“I have tried a cup of coffee.”
“When?”
You roll your eyes. “Prior to when we met.”
“Then, I tried your coffee-flavored candy… prior to when we met.”
You glare at Five, and he just smirks, taking a bite of his pancakes.
“Please,” You beg.
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
“They’re—”
“No.”
“Five.”
“No.”
You click your tongue, still rolling the candy in your mouth when a thought occurs to you. Five notices the mischievous look on your face, and his eyebrows furrow together.
“(Y/N)—”
He’s cut off when you grab the back of his neck and smash your lips together. His hands fly to cup your cheeks as the taste of the candy invades his mouth. And holy shit, he loves it. His lips press harder against yours, almost making you fall off the seat as he chases the flavor.
And then, before you know it, he slips his tongue in and relishes the sweet flavor. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth, trying to seek the sugary treat he so desires. You let out a quiet whine, brain fuzzy at the action. Five groans as you tug on his hair, tongue invading your mouth, and then he pulls back.
You’re stunned, blinking as your lips smack together. And then you notice something missing and gasp.
Five grins, sticking his tongue to display your coffee-flavored caramel proudly on his tongue.
“You little—”
— END —
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WARNINGS: this is quite angsty...no actual smut happens just a tiny scene. Also I messes around with some scenes so I feel like it doesn't follow the storyline in the series... that's about it... (should a do a part 2?) part 2 here, part 3
He was nursing a long drink of whiskey on ice as he stared at the blank wall. The year was 1963, and he was currently sitting on a lousy couch in Dallas. The apocalypse was going to take place once again mere days away. He felt bone tired, no one around him understood the stakes and the pressure he was under. He got out of his jacket a black and white photo. A young woman in her early twenties had a huge smile plastered on her face, her head was slightly cocked to the side and loose hair from the messy bun that rested at the top of her head framed her beautiful face. She seemed radiant, her eyes were crinkled from her smile and she seemed like a goddess to him. A piece of heaven that he left behind.
“Who's that?” Klaus whispered in his ear and Five jumped from the sudden sound and he glared at his brother. Out of all his siblings, Klaus was the only one who would understand him. “She is beautiful.”
“She is my wife.” Five said quietly. His voice was soft and colored in an emotion that Klaus couldn't recognize.
“Your what?”
“Are you deaf? I said she is my wife, or at least she was.”
“What happened?”
Five had been at the Commission for several years. After a failed experiment he had turned back to his twenty-year-old self. He had heard whispers of the Scarlet Angel all around him, everyone seemed to talk about his rival, especially in his presence. It was supposed to be the deadliest assassin of the Institution besides him. One gray day he was called into the Handlers office. That was when he saw her for the first time. A tall woman was seated on a chair, her beautiful face turned towards him as he entered the room. Five had never been one to find in someone's physical beauty but at the moment their eyes met he could swear that his heart skipped a beat.
Their first assignment together had been such a success, that they were stuck together permanently. Throughout the following years, Five found himself falling for her harder every day, with every word she said, with every laugh she caused from him, the way she always had his back and defended him whether she agreed with his actions or not. Their fights were the best thing that ever happened to him, she always found ways to leave him speechless, with her smart comebacks, the way she was animated when she got angry, her hands flew around her, her face got angry red and her hair bounced with her movements. He had never seen someone look so exquisite when they were yelling at him. She made him feel alive, adrenaline coursed in his veins. She always got the better of him. She was so… infuriating. On one of those occasions he finally had enough.
He grabbed her face and smashed their lips together to silence her. She was breathless when he distanced himself from her. Her eyes were wild and her hand flew to his cheeks, slapping him. Before leaving him frozen on his spot. They were supposed to be undercover as a married couple at the gala of their target. They had been discussing tactics and strategies when things escalated.
With a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down and headed back towards the ballroom, searching for his supposed wife. They stayed together all night, dancing and acting like a couple. It seemed natural to him to be this way with her. Having her in his arms, and showing her off. Finally a few minutes shy of dawn, they tiptoed towards a huge room where their target hid diamonds. Diamonds they were going to steal after killing him, so the crime would seem like a robbery gone wrong. Just at the last corner, they were almost caught. Five quickly hoisted her up before he pinned her to a wall and he placed his face on her neck. Her skin flashed and her heartbeat was rapid beneath his mouth.
“Play along.” He whispered sweetly to her skin but she was shocked by his actions. So he had no choice. He sucked at her pulse point receiving an immediate reaction. Her legs drew back on his hold, her back arched, her eyes closed and her lips released a quiet breathy moan. At that moment he knew he was already addicted to her. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He bit and sucked on her neck and her hands tangled into his hair as she tugged at the short strands on the back of his head. She was moaning in his arms and her hips rolled against his. He raised his knee and she started riding his leg shamelessly. He wanted to be inside of her or he was going to burst. He wanted to shut her smart mouth so it would no longer fire comebacks at him. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants before pushing her underwear to the side and he waited for a confirmation to continue. She could ask him to kneel, to beg and he would gladly do so. Just to steal one moment with her.
A loud bang echoed through the walls and they snapped out of their daze. But the damage had already been done. Their partnership had been blown to proposition forever. And the rest was history.
Several years later, and many happy years together after being married in secret. It happened, their big bang, the thing that embodied the doom of their relationship. Five had always been a pessimist, even in his early childhood. He was a firm believer in Murphy's law, which stated that when something could go wrong in a situation, always expect it to go wrong. They had traveled in Germany during the Second World War. Five posed as one of the ranking officers in Auschwitz as his wife was expected to do the same. Only, she had been compromised and now she was one of the prisoners. The terrible labor that she endured every day was the thing that would plague him for years to come. After completing their mission and several wounds later they managed to get back to the safety of their home.
“Why didn't you listen to me?” Five snap in frustration and terror. His hands shook as he tried to stitch a big guss on her stomach. She looked paper thin, her bones were visible and her veins along with her arteries stood prominent against her pale skin that lost its color.
“I did. I disagreed with your plan either way. And we had to do something drastic. I took a risk and I lost. It happens.”
“And did it have to happen in one of the most terrifying places that ever existed on this Earth?”
“Snap out of it. You would have done the same. And always where we are atrocious things have happened. So you don't get to lecture me. I am my own person. I made a call and it happened to be wrong. But if I hadn't done that we would have eventually failed this mission. And you don't get to lecture me when you have done nothing but be untruthful to me since the moment this started.”
“Wh- what are you talking about?” Five whispered, his voice quivered with unshown emotions. He could see the inevitable impact between them before his eyes, he had just hoped he could have a few more moments with her. A few more minutes, a few more hours, days, or years. Anything really.
Her eyes were hard and full of hatred. She pulled herself to her feet. The pain that consumed her must have been blinding. The open wounds leaked with blood that stained her skin. She moved towards her coat where she retrieved a dark green notebook and she slammed it against their kitchen table, before placing her hands on her hips and firing a challenging look towards him.
“You know I want to get back to my family, sweetheart.”
“Don't sweetheart me. These equations are only for one person. So is there something you want to tell me, dear husband of mine?”
“Please let me explain…”
“Explain what? That this meant nothing to you? You are an egoistic son of a bitch Five. And I am done with you. And you know why? You made the mistake of placing a date when you started. Our wedding date. You have already shown your true colors. You can leave now. And you can take this, I don't need it any longer. Either way, it was fake and it meant nothing to you.” She said before throwing her wedding ring at him. It thudded against his chest and he caught it mid-air, as he watched her walking away from him and slamming the door of their bedroom in her way. He stood frozen in his place. It was done. The one thing that made him feel alive, the one thing that made him happy left him. He lost it under his own hands. The same night, he left a letter behind him before he traveled back in time, back to his family. To them, he seemed a shy seven years older than when he disappeared. But they didn't know about the two things he carried with him from his last life. Her picture in the breast pocket of his smart jacket and her wedding ring on his collarbones as it hung from a golden chain, both hidden from the world.
“Five. That is just … I don't know what to say.”
“Then don't. It is already hard to think about her.”
“How long has it been since -”
“Six years, eight months and twenty days. My early attempts to get back to you weren't really successful.” He whispered as he toying with her ring. It was gold and smooth to touch, his name had been engraved on the inside. It had been a blast to convince the person who made them that his name was actually Five. And he smiled at the fond memory.
“Will you ever see her again?”
“I don't know. The selfish part of me wishes that, but another part of me knows that it is better this way. Because she is free and safe from me. Klaus, if you don't mind … no more talk please.”
Klaus looked at the pained expression on his brother's face. He had never heard him utter the world “please”, at least not to him. So he simply nodded and stayed with him in silence before their peace was disturbed by their reality.
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WARNINGS: sorry this is quite small , so they do have a reunion but I have kind of left their relationship as it was. Angry reader, lovestruck Five. Reader can read minds and direct thoughts...
part 1, part 3
He was laying in stacks of hay. His mind was spinning and a memory resurfaced behind his eyes.
Soft fingers trailed his arms. Deep watchful eyes stared back at him and their foreheads touched. The only thing that covered them was a light gray sheet. His arms were tightly wound around her, his hands either buried in her hair or trailing the arch of her back. They were talking about everything and nothing. She could talk his ears off and he wouldn't care. The sun rays warmed their skins and Five watched as the sunlight adored his wife.
The memory was gone as fast as it appeared to him. The happiness that flowed through his veins left a sour taste in his body. He could hear his siblings arguing around him. He could feel the blood staining his hands hours later after he fled the commission… again. Only this time he took the board with him.
Hoards of assassins appeared in front of the small shed they hid, trying to form some kind of plan. Was she out there?
His hands shook as he tried to keep up his cold uninterested facade. Trying to seem distant when in reality he was frightened to his core. The Handler was standing opposite of him. Sporting that creepy, horrible smile that put him on edge. Next to her is standing Lila, Diego's crazy friend from the asylum. And on the other side, a young woman sat kneeling on the ground. Her hair was cut short just above her shoulders, not in their usual length. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes red, hunted in a faraway look. His wife, his beautiful, strong wife, sat with her hands shackled barely sparing him a glance.
“I believe that you remember her, Five.”
Diego looked at him dazzled, trying to place the pieces of the puzzle together. But Five only had eyes for her.
“She hasn't been of any use to us.”
Her words barely registered to him. She looked broken and yet strong. She held her head high, proudly showing the bruises that adorned her beautiful face. He could feel his heart shatter in his chest because somewhere deep down he knew that he was the reason for the bruises, of the broken look in her eyes. He wanted to destroy the Handler and anyone else who dared to lay a finger on her. Don't.
Her soft voice echoed in his head. She had read his thoughts and probably anyone else's thoughts in the vicinity. Her plan formed into his head and they fell into their familiar rhythm. But something was different. Nothing would be the same. Because even if by law she was his and him hers…. he had lost her, simply as that. Rather was when Vanya showed she was glowing all around and everyone was stunned. But not her, she took the opportunity and struck the Handler behind the neck while rushing towards him and his brother. He worked quickly on her bindings, setting her free. She smiled at him and the breath was cleaned out of him.
That was when she slapped him.
“What the hell?”
She quickly grabbed rocks close to her and started throwing them at him.
“Would you stop? I swear to God-”
“You pretentious fuck. How could you? You, hypocrite. Why must you always plague me?”
“I'm sorry. Please just-”
“He is sorry, he says. Do you ever mean what comes out of your atrocious mouth?”
“Please, sweetheart. Can you -”
“What was that? Huh? You have the audacity to talk to me? After everything you have done?”
Five felt a weird mix of love and irritation. He had missed her. And her yelling at him was a familiar scene. There was something comforting to it, besides the rocks that he dogged. He could hear the faint sound of his brother laughing somewhere behind him as he watched the presumable love of Five's life, giving him an earful.
Suddenly, everything was put to a stop as a scream sounded, and they ran towards the barn, where Lila was fighting with his siblings. And just as he was about to put an end to it, she grabbed the black lathered briefcase, their one way out of this hellhole, and disappeared into a vibrant bright blue light. He quickly grabbed hold of each of his family, and while they argued around him, he drew on his powers, reading himself and the others along him into another time jump. He looked at his wife's face and her eyes and found the remaining strength he needed to gather. Her terrified look was the last thing he saw as blinding light engulfed them. Everything could go wrong, but as long as he was by his side, he felt invincible.
words: 700 - something
Thank you for all the requests, please send more they are so fun to write. I have almost finished them but from now on I will have tons of extra free time so sent me prompts or story ideas... I write fluff, angst and smut
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WARNINGS: stlll angry reader because i am a petty and grudgy (is that a word? I am not sure) queen, death, funny internal monolgue (i am getting good at them) um not exactly smut but suggestive content ... oh and my terrible writing because it has been a while... also how cool is this collage like 🤯
part 1, part 2
The hotel they had been stayed was a little bit dusty and not overcrowded but his family hoarded him like crazy. They were talking his ear of nonstop demanding answers he didn't have once again. His shoulders felt too heavy and he just wanted to sleep. His lovely wife was avoiding him and when she wasn't avoiding him, she glared at him. His heart ached at her presence. How had he screwed up this one lovely thing fate threw in his way?
His family was a calming presence sure. But he didn't crave them the way he needed her, his chosen family. Don't get him wrong he loved his annoying siblings to bits, those little shots were everything he had. But he didn't seek them out the way he did her. He was infuriated with her from day one. He was a trained assassin, a ruthless killer, yet one simple smile from her, as lightly mean teasing comment turned him soft, weak to his knees, ready to do her every bidding. It wasn't healthy ... right?
He was glad she was getting along with his family and overjoyed when she fought by their side in the Sparrow Academy proving to be a valuable asset. He told her as such which resulted in more yelling from her and a fond smirk on his face formed on his lips as he heard his brothers snickering behind his back.
"Asset? You have the nerve to call me an asset?" Her voice could be heard from miles away but his heart flattered at her sight. Her cheeks were read from the fight and a new cut was adorning her right cheekbone and Five couldn't bring himself to care for the scene they were making because she was finally here, next to him, alive and partially unhurt. He would take her anger over her absence. His mind was calmer and he was more rational, less reckless. All he wanted was to grab her angry face and kiss the anger out of her. Was it toxic? Perhaps. Did he need her desperately? Definitely.
The days have gone by with the blink of an eye and as their impending doom approached them he could she her resolve crumbling, she became less harsh with him, tangling their fingers in show of silent support and Five at that moment felt invincible, there was nothing he couldn't do. If he was going to die he was going to die in her arms, he was going to feel her lips against his one last time and he was going to feel her around him again.
The opportunity arised in Luther's crazy wedding. He could understand the sentiment. He had done the same but he thought his marriage was more beautiful than his. His dark green eyes were constantly scanning the room as he consumed one drink after the other. He was going to be hammered beyond recognition and his wife seemed to have the same idea as she mixed drinks and swayed on her feet. She had never looked more beautiful. She had put on a bit weight, yet not enough and all he wanted was to staff her face with her favorite foods to make sure she would stay healthy.
Somehow they had ended up on the dance floor, stumbling over each other's feet as they giggled lightly underneath their breaths. They were watching them closely from the balcony of the room, yet he was so far gone in her that his brain was stuck in that thought as it repeated her name in an endless circle. His fingers ghosted patters in her lower back and he could feel the goosebumps rising at her exposed back. She had been wearing a beautiful dress, the one that resembled THE dress, the one she wore when their relationship started.
Their last night on Earth.
They were going to spend it together.
With a bottle of the strongest whiskey in hand and pulling her by the waist they ended up in an abandoned room as they stumbled and fell on each other. They flopped down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress and the springs groaned from the sudden weight. His jacket had been discarded in a matter of minutes as he pounced on her like an animal would to its prey and kissed her hungrily.
In a matter of minutes their clothes were resting on the carpeted floor and he was inside her moving at a lazy pace, gathering the other in their arms as soft chuckles and moans filled the air between them. For a moment they were back to their weeding night, were they had drunk once again more than it was humanly possible and they recited their vows while they made love. Five had always craved the softeness, the intimacy of this act were you could still be coherent to treasure and worship your other half with receiving and giving pleasure.
"I take you as mine, knowing and loving all of your strengths and faults, just as I offer myself to you as yours with all of my strengths and faults. I will be there for you in your times of need, just as I know I can turn to you when I need a guiding hand."
Tears were slipping past his eyes as he repeated his oath over and over. He had to make her remember just how much he loved her, because if they were going to die, she had to know that she was loved and treasured, and that he would do anything to make thing right once again.
The angry red sky was what greeted them and found them in each other's arms with pounding headaches and disturbed groans. His face was buried in her neck, drawing in her familiar scent, waiting for her wrath to unveil and kick him out. He had stepped over the line last night, they had both been drunk and not clear headed as things went too far. Yet her fingertips drew shaped in his spine and a chill raced in his bones.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft it could have been lost in the mayhem that surrounded them. Five unfurled himself from around her and leaned in his arms staying on top of her, keeping his weight off of her.
"No. Don't do that. I am the one who should be apologizing."
"No... I- look I do not want us to die and still be angry with each other."
"I could never stay angry with you... not for too long at least." He let her startled laugh wash over him and he softly smiled at her as she nuzzled her face on his chest and hugged him close.
"You don't hate me?" She whispered in a defeated voice.
"I could never hate you my love"
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Risk (Five Hargreaves x reader)
Warnings: fluff, cursing, not proofread
I wrote the first part of this like one or two years ago and I finished it like today. So there’s that.
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You were sitting at a table nursing a Shirley temple and counting down until the two hours you were forcing yourself to be here were up. You didn’t share the need for the Hargreaves family bonding time. Diego and Lila were throwing a late wedding reception. You don’t look too old for this but you feel it.
There are times you regret taking that brief case when everything was falling apart and going to their time. But there wasn’t much you could do about that now.
Five sits down next to you, his hair messy and his eyes droopy from alcohol.
“Gee, Five. How far gone are you?” You question, leaning back in your chair. You didn’t see him much. He called every now and then and checked up on you, visited every now and then. The two of you would cook dinner and you would have movie nights, some where he was showing you movies he grew up with and others where you both were watching movies that you both had missed.
A movie night happened once in a blue moon but you enjoyed them when they did happen.
“Well a little liquid courage turned into a lot of liquid courage.”
You hum in response, taking another sip of your drink, “liquid courage for what?”
“You look nice.” He hums and you look down at the maroon crushed velvet dress you were wearing.
“Um, thanks?”
Five sighs loudly, “wanna dance?” He asks you and you shake your head, setting your drink back down on the table.
“I don’t dance, Mister Hargreaves.” You sigh and he rolls his eyes.
“Pity. Well, don’t say I didn’t try.”
“What?” You smirk and he meets your gaze, an amused glint showing through the drunken daze he’s gotten himself into.
“Well, when you fell from the sky with your determined pretty eyes and your quietly challenging demeanor I thought, ‘now that’s a woman’ and I was hoping that maybe, since we’re finally both at one of these things at the same time and all, I could woo said woman and perhaps get to know her a little better, but it’s clear that that isn’t going to happen. I forgot to factor in how difficult you are.” He rambles drunkenly and you feel your cheeks turn pink. You pick up your drink again, sipping on it to give you something to do.
“You wanted to woo me, eh?” You smile and he nods, tapping the glass of what you suppose is whiskey or scotch of some kind. You take a moment to appreciate how nice he looks. The sigh of him in a suit wasn’t rare generally but it was rare to you. You were used to grandpa slacks that were neatly pressed and sweaters that hang off of his willowy frame. Clothing that had been washed so often it was soft enough to be pajamas and sleeves that fell over his hands more often than not.
So the sight of him in a proper suit was enough to enact the mannerism of fanning yourself when you were nervous. You had learned it from your mother, a thoroughly anxious woman who wore confidence like a costume rather than a personality trait.
“I figured I might as well take the chance.,” he shrugs, “I don’t think we see each other enough for a simple request to make things awkward.”
You sit for a moment, pursing your dark red lips to hide your smile and setting down your glass.
“Well thenMaybe I will take that dance.” You say, standing up.
“Will you, now?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.
You nod, “but I must warn you, I’ve never been a very good dancer.”
Five smiles at you, his expression a picture of pride, adoration and drunken ingenuity.
“It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, Mister Hargreaves.”
Five sets his glass down on the table and stands up, offering you his hand. You take it and let him lead you to the dance floor.
I can smell the alcohol on his breath. And he rests his forehead on your shoulder, pulling you into him even more, both hands comfortably sitting on your hips. Instinctively you carefully set your arms onto his shoulders, awkward in your moments.
“You smell nice.” He mumbles into your neck.
“Thanks,” you scrunch your eyebrows and move his head away from his shoulder to cup his cheek, “we’re just standing here, show me what to do.”
“Anytime, darling,” he mumbles, smiling at you sweetly through his drunken haze, “first thing’s first, step a little closer.”
You shuffle until you’re maybe half a foot away from him, he sighs and uses the hand he has on your hips to pull you close enough that your hips brush each other when he starts slowly swaying.
“Let me see this hand,” he mumbles, holding your hand, for a moment you’re worried that you palms might be clammy but when you try to meet his eyes they’re trained on your hands together, as if he’s trying to commit to memory the feel of whatever he can touch of you, “and then follow my lead, simple box step. Back, side, up, side, and back.”
You clumsily follow his instructions, somewhat getting the hang of it, “is this okay?” You whisper.
You feel slightly insecure, looking around to ensure no one is looking to witness your fumbling. Your eyes train onto Luther, sitting in the corner.
He had softened since Sloan, today must be fairly hard for him. He had drunk himself into a stupor, almost asleep against his palm on the table. You thought he might avoid this particular event but he always shows up.
You’re brought back to the moment by fives hand on your cheek, moving your head to face him, “I don’t want you to trip, sweetheart.”
You smile and nod, “do you ever get worried about any of them?”
“Not as much anymore. Why?” Five responds easily.
“Luther just looks so sad.” You mumble and five smiles.
“He’ll be okay. So long as he has a family to show up for I think he’ll do just fine.” Five reassures you, spinning you and pulling you back in.
The close proximity of your face to his makes you turn crimson, tripping over your feet. Five catches you easily, suddenly seeming incredibly sober.
“Than-thank you.” You stumble over your words, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Anytime, dear.” The way he’s looking at you makes the world emit a low thrum.
And then he’s dipping you, holding you firmly, never losing eye contact with you.
You’re suddenly overtaken by an immense sense of panic.
You stand abruptly, letting go of him and rubbing your palms onto your dress.
“Are you alright? Did I do-“
“No, no you’re fine I just um- it’s getting late I should start saying my goodbyes. It was nice to see you.”
“You too, sweetheart.” You hear him call after you as you make your way over to Lila and Diego to say goodbye and then to Luther to rouse him awake and offer him a ride home.
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You don’t sleep much, the picture of five so close to you etched permanently into your mind. You can somehow still feel his warm breath on your face and smell the alcohol on his breath. Eventually you get out of bed with a huff.
You hug your fluffy robe around you. Your small country home was quaint and secluded, faded white paint on the wooden facade, the wrap around porch held a seating area and porch swing like you had always wanted before.
But for all the ups there were downs, the power went in and out frequently and the insulation sucked.
You go downstairs to the kitchen and turn on the light, taking out ingredients and utensils. You turn to preheat the oven and something catches your eye.
It’s a person, sleeping on the porch swing. You look to the couch and see Luther still on the pullout couch. Cursing under your breath you reach into the pantry and pull out a shotgun.
You tap on the window harshly and the person jumps, turning around and sighing, holding their hands up.
It’s only then that you see the dark hair and tell tale grin.
You open the window and grumble, “can’t you just knock like a normal person?”
“It’s a lot harder to approach you sober.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes.
“Get your ass in the house, Hargreaves.” You order.
“Yes ma’am.” He grins and you have to ignore the pink that rises to your cheeks, telling yourself it’s just the cold.
You close the window once more and go back to your baking, distracting yourself with the measurements as you listen to Five pick your front door lock with ease and make his way into the kitchen.
“Morning, dear.” He smiles and you shake your head.
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing awake?”
“I asked you first.”
He shakes his head, “I didn’t like the way you left things. I wanted to make sure I didn’t take anything too far.” He remains distracted by the efficient way you divvy out the ingredients and whisk everything up in less than a moment.
“Everything’s fine, Five.” You assure him and he shakes his head.
“I feel like you’re not telling me the truth.”
“Hand me the aluminum foil.” You request.
“Quit deflecting.”
“Hand me the aluminum foil.”
He huffs and takes it out of the cabinet as you get a cookie sheet out of the dish rack. You reach for the foil but he doesn’t let it go.
“Five-“ you whine but he doesn’t let go, his gaze intent on you and only you.
“I just want to know what’s going on in your head.” He says softly and you sigh.
“Let me get these in the oven and then we can go upstairs and talk.”
He nods and watches you work. This happened often when the two of you were together. The both of you were raging insomniacs so late night baking would happen when he deigned to show up every couple months. Normally he would read out loud, initially it was case files that he didn’t mind you hearing because you didn’t talk to anyone but once you had told him that Little Woman was your favorite bedtime story as a girl and he’s been making his way through it slowly with you over the last six months.
But now there was silence, you spooned cookie dough onto the cookie sheet and then carefully put the dishes in the sink before turning and heading upstairs without a word to Five.
Once you make it to your room you sit on the bed, five on the small loveseat Claire or Grace used when they stayed over.
“What are you thinking about?” Five asks.
You take him in in the dim lamp light. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, his tie was long discarded but his jacket was still on.
You felt slightly self conscious in your oversized t shirt and fluffy robe.
“I’m wondering where the suits go when you’re here.” You mumble, sitting cross legged in the middle of your messed up bed.
“They take a break in favor of leisure wear.” He smiles.
“Why?”
“I’m just comfortable here I guess.” He shrugs.
“Then why do you only ever come around six times a year at most?” You ask and he seems to recognize that this is you approaching this issue head on.
“I work.”
“Bullshit, Hargreaves.”
He exhales loudly and leans into his palms, “I like you, sweetheart-“
“But?”
“But, I can’t risk loving you.” He releases slowly, like the first exhale after holding your breath. You let the words wash over you, warmth and panic all in one, “why did you run off of the dance floor.”
His voice is tight.
“Because I think you’re worth the risk, and that’s really scary.” I admit.
“I know, I know it’s scary. And I really shouldn’t have started showing up like I did in the first place , I knew I shouldn’t have done it but you showed up the way you did, and then as we started settling here we both grew more into life here and you were beautiful, you’ve always been like that and I knew if I got too close the world would decide to end.”
“Why do you say that?” Your throat feels so dry.
“Because good things aren’t allowed for me.”
“Oh five.” You sigh and he meets your eyes from where he was hiding them in his palms.
“You’ve already uprooted your entire life because of what I caused, you’ve switched years, timelines, I can’t ask you to do that if it comes to it. And if I wasn’t able to protect you and something happened again-“
“You’ve always protected me, five. You wouldn’t falter in that, I know that for a fact. You saved me from the end of my world, then a second one, you got me this house, you knew I wouldn’t be able to work here because I have technically already lived here and you got me a fucking house and made sure I had everything I’ve ever needed. Like Noah from The Notebook with a bloodier spin.”
He chuckles at your ill placed reference, you were getting the hang of it but having some trouble.
“That doesnt mean-“ you clutch his hands on yours and he stops speaking to hold tight to you.
“Five, just tell me how you feel. Regardless of what the fates think of it, just tell me what you feel.”
He’s quiet a moment, “I love you.”
And in an instant your lips are on his. It’s not thought through, it’s pure instinct and desire.
You’re kissing him like you’ll never get this chance again but the way he’s moving to hold onto you is proving you otherwise. He moves from the loveseat to sit with you on the bed, arms wrapped around you, yours holding tightly to his neck to keep him as close to you as possible.
He bites your lip and you hum into him, moving your hand to comb through his hair.
“Don’t let go.” He mumbles against your lips, capturing them viciously once more, not allowing you to respond.
And then the oven begins buzzing and you both fly away from each other like shrapnel.
“I’ve gotta get that.” You smile awkwardly and five nods.
His lips are swollen and his hair is a mess and his cheeks are flushed and you take him in a second longer than necessary before heading downstairs, trying to get to the oven before it wakes Luther out of his death sleep.
When you pass him on the couch he’s covering his ears.
“I’m sorry, dude, I lost track of time.” You say, turning off the oven and taking the cookies out.
You get him a glass of water and some pain meds and encourage Luther to take the meds and drink the water.
Five slowly makes his way downstairs, listening to you mumble to Luther.
He watched you take a cookie off of the pan and put it on a napkin, refilling the water glass and bringing it to Luther again.
“Just one more glass and this cookie and you can go back to sleep, okay hun?”
“Mkay.” Luther mumbles.
When you head up the stairs you see Five standing a quarter way up the stairs, smiling at you fondly.
He reaches a hand out and you take it, letting him lead you back to your room.
You undo your robe and sit in bed, sitting in silence with five for a moment.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
“Yes, five?”
“You’re worth the risk.” He says firmly.
“Come lay down, dear.” You smile at him and he grins that grin that makes your cheeks flush pink.
He sits next to you on the bed, letting you drape the blankets over him. You reach into your nightstand and pull out a faded copy of Little Women, handing it to him.
“Read to me?” You softly request, hesitantly nuzzling yourself into his side.
He accepts you happily, raising an arm over you to hold onto you as he opens the book, “anytime darling.”
He kisses the top of your forehead and you close your eyes, listening to his voice and hoping to god it would always be around.
Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments
Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.
I will do:
Michael Langdon
Peter Parker
Billy Hargrove
Jack Harlow
Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)
Ben hargreeves
Xavier plympton
Evan peters
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.
OH MY GOD . HELLO GUYS ???? IM BACK !!!! I TOOK THE LONGEST BREAK AS I SETTLED IN FOR SENIOR YEAR IM SO SORRY . BUT IM HERE, WITH A NEW HYPERFIXATION ON THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SO IF U WANNA SEND IN REQUESTS IM HERE !!! ILL STILL BE WRITING EVERYTHING ELSE I LISTED OFF BUT IM ASDING TUA TO MY LIST SO SEND IN REQUESTS :33
Hey there, dear friends! Welcome to my Masterlist
I’ll be taking requests, so ASK AWAY FELLOW AUDIENCE!! （☝ ՞ਊ ՞）☝
I’ll write for Male/Female/Gender neutral Readers, so it’s fine!
Characters I will write for:
Alastor (Demon and Human)
Dr. Masacrisk
Stu Macher
Five Hargreeves (fuck you, Lila)
William Afton
Marshall Lee (Vampire and Human)
Colby Brock I think
Jack Sparrow I think
FNaF Sun and Moon (Robot and Human)
The Joker (I mostly like Dark Knight but I’ll try to make it sound general if ya want)
Newt Scamander I think (most likely)
TOH Hunter (I’m not 18+ don’t worry)
Rocky Rickaby
Ticci Toby
Jason Dean/J.D.
Alan Orion (regular and ranger and other AUs)
Keys: I think that’s what they’re called
Platonic
Fluff
Suggestive
Smut? Idk, still debating that
Angst? Idk, still debating that
Things I won’t write for:
Incest (if they’re blood-related, definitely won’t be writing for it)
Rape
Pedophilia
Etc, you get the gist (I’ll probably put more if I can think of more)
If I don’t answer your ask fast enough, it’s either b/c I’m writing for another story or I’m working on your ask, but I will answer your ask by the reassurance of telling you that I will work on it/am working on it. All I ask for is patience
(I wrote this in one night past 4:00 AM and now it’s 7:19 AM, holy shit, I’m tired)