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gentleman [five hargreeves x reader]

request: BABY, LOVEBUG, HONEYBEE, I HAVE A REQUEST.*cough* The gang has just gotten their ass kicked by the sparrows and are currently in the hotel lobby asking five what’s going on & how they’re going to fix it, something along the lines of: “Who we’re those guys?” “I don’t know”“What were they doing in our house?” “I don’t know.”“Five, come on. How do we fix this?” “I DONT KNOW”and then he gets all frustrated & is like “I just spent the last MONTH trying to save the world. TWICE” *yadda yadda goes on about his retirement* and he says “I’m going upstairs NOBODY FOLLOW ME.” and Y/N who hasn’t been saying anything up to this point is kinda sitting there minding there business and fiddling there thumbs or whatever and five comes back in and is like “Except for you, come with me” And grabs her by the wrist and leads her upstairs?? You can do whatever you want with it after that I just wanted something that starts off that way 🌝. (I WILL PAY YOU TO DO THIS PLEASE AMOUR 😭)

a/n: here it is bestie!!! hope it was what you wanted and even better!! i think it is the longest one i have written so far, but i really had fun with it!

in case it’s not clear enough down as you read after Keep Reading, five and reader are physically aged up to 30, so they are around the same age as the others, mentally theyre still 58

this one has nothing to do with sweet aidan, so here’s a gif of timothee! well get back to aidan when we got more fluff

btw, this aint smut, but it does imply nsfw, so proceed with caution <3

summary: after losing to the sparrows, y/n and the hargreeves siblings regroup at the hotel obsidian, but five seems to not be in the mood for anyone else other than y/n

You dragged your feet towards the vintage sofa of the peculiar hotel, holding unto your hurt side. These new kids Reginald Hargreeves decided to adopt over your friends had given you and the siblings a hard time, but you managed to get out alive nonetheless.

Alive with a trillion questions, but alive nonetheless.

“That was the most annoying beating I ever got,” You muttered, rubbing your side, “I spent more than half my life fighting for the Commission and none of the guys I had to take out were as arrogant and entitled as these Sparrow brats.”

“Amen,” The Hargreeves siblings nodded in agreement at your words, taking their seats on the sofas laid in the enormous lobby of the Hotel Obsidian Klaus had taken you to, saying that he ‘knows a place’.

When you turned 18, your parents decided your own future for you, so they figured following in their footsteps and joining the Commission would be the best thing for you. Forty years have passed since, and not only you became one of the best agents to walk in and out of the Commission, but fate had it so you’d be in 2019, in your 30 year old body, with your partner and his siblings, after having survived two apocalypses.

It was safe to say you learned at least two things by now; one, never complain about being 30 again, and two... Seriously, never complain about being 30 ever again.

“Luther, Diego and I scored three rooms, siblings dearest,” Klaus suddenly skipped towards you, Five, Allison and Vanya.

You watched the three men pretty impressed, considering you had just time traveled back to 2019 from 1963 and none of you had one dime on them, but you decided against questioning them any further, and instead let your head sink back into the cushions of the sofa.

“What do we do, Five?” Vanya asked her brother, so all the attention was shifted to the other 58 year old in his 30 year old body.

“I don’t know,” He sighed, rubbing his face tiredly, being the only one that was not seated.

“Well... we have to start somewhere,” Allison pointed out, “Who exactly are they?”

“I don’t know,” Five repeated his previous answer, pacing back and forth, with his hands still on his face.

“And why is Ben alive, with them, and not with us?” Klaus brought up another question, making everyone wait for an answer from Five.

“I don’t know,” He said once again, brushing his hand through his messy raven locks, “I don’t know.”

Five had an exact point in the floor he had been staring at, nothing else. You watched as he almost carved a hole through the floor with his back and forth pacing, with his mind flooded of unanswered questions. To say that Five was exhausted would be the understatement of the year, as he had spent his last 20 days successively trying to prevent the apocalypse, only to return home for good and find seven strangers.

One of which was a cube that handed you and Diego’s asses to each other.

You let out a small grunt, shifting your position for a more comfortable one, as Luther wondered, “Why would dad prefer them over us?”

“I don’t know,” Five took in a deep breath, stopping in his tracks.

It almost looked as if one more question in his direction and he’d explode. In all fairness, you couldn’t blame him. You’d known him before these past 20 days- well, 20 days for him, for you it was five months since the first impending apocalypse of 2019.

Before he dragged you alongside him to his family, you knew he spent 45 years all by himself in a post-apocalyptic timeline, before the Handler recruited him into the Commission and named him your new partner. You had known Five Hargreeves for a while, you had a brief history with him, seeing as he was your company on missions.

But never more, much to your dismay.

In spite of his sarcastic and grumpy attitude, you loved him to bits, down to each flaw in particular. He’d get easily angry, he hated to repeat himself and he had little to no patience. But you didn’t care. This same man, who had a lot of blood on his hands, the same man, who had taken numerous lives... he was the same man who’d patch up your wounds on missions, who’d listen whenever the Handler would give you a hard time, who’d asked you to come with him to 2019 to his family.

You thought he wanted you to join him back to his family because he knew you didn’t agree with Doomsday, just like him, but the truth was he wanted you to come because he loved you just as much as you loved him and he couldn’t stand the idea of losing you.

In all his life, he had never met someone as human as you. You were flawed, you had made mistakes and each life you took was marked deep into your soul, but you always tried to better yourself. You were kind and good, generous, helpful and soft, even on missions. Even on the worst part of the mission.

Five viewed you as the one good thing in his life, but he was too terrified to mess it up by being true about his feelings. And to be fair, he didn’t even think the time was right. In the beginning, he would be too occupied with Commission tasks to tell you how he felt, then it was the two apocalypses and maybe the thought that he didn’t deserve to be happy, to have a life with you. Even if he was 30 again, he still felt like he had no future.

“What’s our next move?” Diego popped the big question, so you couldn’t help but raise your head from between the cushions to watch Five explode;

“I don’t fucking know!”

There it was.

In true old Five fashion, the man eyed each and every one of his siblings, as they all frowned at his burst, “I don’t fucking know!” He repeated, “I- I have no idea who those assholes were and why Reggie would pick them over us, and I sure as fuck don’t know what to do from now on! I need one fucking day off- no! You know what? Not even one day! Half a day! Twelve fucking hours off! Twelve fucking hours where I can finally relax for once in my life! Because guess what? I spent the last fucking month of my life trying to save the fucking world! Twice! Not once, fucking twice! So, please, for the love of god, stop asking me questions! I was there with you the entire time, I don’t have any more answers than you dumbasses do! I have no idea, I have no clue, no answer! I only know that I need a fucking break and I want to fucking retire. The sun is shining outside and the birds are chirping and I am pretty sure that those Sparrow dickheads won’t bring on the end of the world. So, three conclusions,” Five finally took in a deep breath, “One, I don’t fucking know,” He counted, “Two, I want to fucking retire and three, I’m going upstairs.”

“Five...” Vanya softly called out his name, as you all watched him turn his back to you.

“Nobody fucking follow me!” Five called out once again, before snatching a key to a room from Klaus’ hand and storming off towards the elevator.

You and the siblings stood in silence for a few seconds, exchanging looks. You felt like Five’s reaction was completely reasonable, as you and his siblings had a couple of months to calm down when you made the jump from 2019 to 1963. Even though it was shattering to each and every one of you, as you were obviously a part of the family to them, being separated from each other for so long was very hard.

There were definitely ups and downs.

“I can’t believe Five said please,” You managed to say, seeing that none of the Hargreeves siblings had the courage to break the ice.

“Shut your piehole and come with me,” Five suddenly said, startling you guys.

You watched confused as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the sofa, dragging you with him to the elevator.

“Five!” You yelped, as the two of you entered the elevator.

Five Hargreeves had you pressed against the wall of the elevator as he pushed the button for the right floor, not once taking his eyes off you. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what caused this change of heart, since he swore to himself he’d contain himself around you, but maybe his burst made him realize what a big idiot he is for this.

He just yelled at his siblings that he wants to retire and that he needs a break, there definitely is no apocalypse happening right now, so his fear of the future was the only thing standing in his way.

“Are you okay?” You asked him with a soft smile, holding unto your side with one hand, as with the other you were holding Five’s bicep.

“My siblings are as annoying as ever,” He sighed, one hand in his pants pocket, one rested above you on the wall.

Gosh, he has to know how fucking hot and handsome he is, you couldn’t help but think to yourself, as Five stood dangerously close to you. All messy and gruffy, with his classic three piece suit and tie. Well, now he had been left with his vest, since his blazer was either lost in the Sparrow Academy or left in 1963- you couldn’t remember and you didn’t care. He looked dangerously beautiful all roughed up in his white shirt rolled up to his elbows and the black vest that was hugging him in the right places. His tattoo was more visible now, still partly covered by his watch, but you couldn’t help but notice it as his hand was so close to your face.

A soft tint of pink covered your cheeks, as you tried to brush away those sinful thoughts of what those beautiful hands could have you weak right beneath him. Suddenly, you were too shy to even look at him anymore.

“Are you okay?” Five frowned, noticing as your head fell to the ground.

“Uh- yeah, yeah. It’s nothing, really,” You shook your head, “My side, kind of hurts, that’s all.”

“Let me see,” Five said, placing his hand on top of yours to remove it, “Jesus Christ, Y/N... that does not look good.”

“I am not sure how bad it looks, but I promise it’s not that painful,” You assured him with honesty, watching as he kept your shirt up to analyze the injury further, “I just need to clean it up, bandage it and I’ll be as good as new.”

“Let me help you,” Five offered, looking back at you with a small smile, “Like the old times.”

“Uh, sure,” You nodded your head, just as the elevator beeped, informing you that you had finally reached your floor.

You and Five left the elevator quietly, as you followed him around the big floor to the room. You tried to fight back any indecent thought of the man, but you couldn’t help yourself. Not only you fell in love stupidly with his personality, but you also fell head over hills for his aspect.

Why was he so hot?

The way he carried himself, his tall and lean figure, his dark hair and emerald eyes. His dimples, his smile, his everything. Five Hargreeves was too pretty.

“Room 828,” Five muttered, as he stopped in his tracks, “Wonder what nuthouse Klaus brought us to this time.”

You scoffed, “It has a very interesting choice of interior design, but it’s not that bad.”

Five raised a brow at you amused, “Whatever floats your boat.”

“It’s not worse than the TV shop,” You pointed out.

“I happened to like the TV shop,” Five informed you with a smirk, as you two entered the room, “The only weirdos it hosted was us.”

“Fair point,” You shrugged your shoulders, examining the room.

You frowned at the green tropical wallpaper that conveyed the walls. The center piece of the dull room was one king sized bed in the middle, on each side with a nightstand and two lamps as well. The room was being lit by the two windows that showed the park, and a boring huge wardrobe took some more space of the room. The most interesting part of the room was the fireplace between the windows and the small coffee table and sofa in front of it.

“It’s really not that bad,” You said, realizing that in hindsight, the room was pretty spacious.

“Did you know the bathroom is down the hall?” Five looked down at you amused, as you quickly turned to him in shock;

“No!”

“Yup.”

“No!”

“Yup.”

“Damn it!”

Five let a small chuckle escape his lips, watching your childish side come out for the first time in a long while. It was pretty reinvigorating to him, as he watched you pout, looking around the room for the toilet that you knew you wouldn’t find.

“I’ll get some wet towels,” Five reminded himself of the task at hand, “And bandages.”

You nodded, turning to the sofa. You took a place softly, as the pain in your side was still not letting you go. You took off your leather jacket, laying it on top of the sofa neatly. You laid on your back, lifting your black shirt to take a closer look at your wound.

During your fight with the Sparrows, you learned their Number 4′s ability the hard way. Empathetic Masochism.

Not knowing that he could inflict the hit you planted on him back to you, you gave the funny looking man the harshest kick to the side you could. That only ended in you stumbling back, as a huge bruise was forming on top of your stitches from 1963, when the Swedish brothers almost got you.

So that was bleeding again.

The door opened again, but you didn’t even bother to turn, knowing already that it was Five who was back, “You wanna talk about it?” You asked, finally looking away from your wound.

“About what?” Five asked, walking towards you with the promised wet towels and bandages, placing them on the coffee table.

“Your wellbeing?” You suggested with a raised brow, “By the way, I think I am gonna need a new set of stitches.”

“Figured,” Five said, reaching in his pocket for a box of surgical needle and thread.

“Of course you were one step ahead of me,” You smirked, watching him put the box on the table and grab the towel.

“Off with it,” Five gestured towards your shirt.

“Excuse you?”

“Come on, Y/N, I was the one who sewed up that wound last time, so it wouldn’t be the first time I see you half naked,” Five rolled his eyes.

“A true gentleman,” You rolled your eyes, sitting up from the sofa, “Your ex’s must have been treated like princesses.”

Five was all in for your teasing, all the time. So, he was not mad when he heard your words, more like amused. He smirked, watching you roll your eyes this time, going in for the hem of your shirt. He stepped closer to you, almost pressing his own body to yours, grabbing your hands in a gentle move.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked, feeling the pink shade return to your cheeks.

“Being a gentleman,” He said, not once letting go of his infamous smirk.

Five tucked his hands beneath your shirt, pulling it over your head as slowly and gently as he could. When his fingertips brushed against your skin even for a mere second you knew you’d be ready right then and there to melt in his touch.

Five let your shirt fall somewhere around the sofa, brushing his fingers through your hair as it had been messed up in the process. You closed your eyes, unconsciously leaning into his hands, enjoying this moment maybe more than you should. In spite of Five’s confident act, his heart was beating almost out of his chest. He had taken care of your wounds before, but not like this. Clean and stitch you up, make you laugh to help you ignore the pain and take your mind off it.

But this time it was different and you both knew it.

“You’re still not off the hook, you know,” You said, re-opening your eyes to find the man looking at you with the most genuine smile he had ever given you, “Five?”

“You’re a pain in the ass, did you know that?” He shook his head turning around to grab the wet towel, “Always bothering me to talk about my feelings.”

“Well, I am sorry I don’t want you to explode because of all the emotions you bottle up,” You raised a brow at him cockily, “Oh wait, you did.”

“Like I said, my siblings are annoying,” Five lightly shrugged his shoulders, kneeling in front of you.

“Five?” You gulped, watching him on his knees in front of you, so dangerously close to your area.

“Y/N?” He looked up at you, pretending like he didn’t know what he was doing to you. He knew, he knew how hot and bothered he was getting you at the moment, and maybe that’s what he wanted.

That’s what his aim was, dragging you with him upstairs.

Now the question was, how did you feel about it?

“You have to understand they are confused,” You tried to brush off the fuzzy feelings, as Five started cleaning your wound, “I am confused, Five. You’re the man with all the answers.”

“Well, this time I am not,” Five’s voice softened, “This time, I need to lay in bed and put my thoughts in line. It’s been a while since I’ve done that,” He sighed, “I know I have superpowers and I am not a normal person, but I am still human... I still need a break... I still need to lay in bed and... breathe.”

You watched Five with a small smile. Your heart ached to see him so exhausted, even though you were happy to finally hear him open up and get to know what was going on inside that genius head of his.

“It’s alright, Five,” You said, making him look up at you, “You deserve a break,” You added, tangling your hands in his messy hair, as a feeling of safety and relaxation suddenly flooded him, “Out of all of us, you’re the one that needs it most. You tried your best to keep your family safe and the world, and you finally succeeded... well, one way or another. The Sparrows are not that big a deal, they’ll be handled.”

“You’re always such an optimist,” Five shook his head amused, returning to your wound, “Always know the right thing to tell me.”

“Always,” You smiled a soft whisper, watching Five put down the towel and reach for the needle and thread.

“You ready?” He asked you, preparing his utensils.

“This ain’t my first stitch-up, Five,” You scoffed, and maybe you would’ve also crossed your arms sassily if the man’s hair wasn’t so soft and calling you out to never let go of it.

“Still being a gentleman,” He reminded you, beginning to officially tend to your old wound.

You always loved being touched by him, whether it was a slight tap on the shoulder, knees touching by mistake, or full-on tight hugs, your head on his shoulder or even an arm linked around his. Whatever type of touch it was, it always made you feel safe. Like a guarantee that he is here and nothing could ever happen. Even though you were a strong, skilled woman by yourself, the love you carried for Five Hargreeves made you feel as if nothing could ever go wrong when you’re in his presence. Ironically enough, all that while there were two apocalypses impending and even before those the dangerous missions you were assigned to by the Commission.

In spite of all that, your mood would always change in Five’s company.

“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” You spoke up, watching as Five was done with your wound, finally putting a big bandage over it.

He looked up at you, watching your serious face, “I’m guessing you will now.”

“I appreciate you, Five,” You ignored his sassy butt, “More than you could ever imagine.”

“I appreciate you too, Y/N,” He smiled softly, resting his hands on your waist, “And I’m very glad you tagged along with me to 2019.”

Before getting up to his feet, Five leaned in and placed a loving kiss on your bandage, making your stomach knot in all possible ways and your heart flutter like never before. He stood up and stepped even closer to you, cupping your face, causing your heart to beat even faster into your chest, so fast that you thought he could hear it. Five looked into your eyes, as if he was looking for something, but you were not quite sure what.

This was a new side of Five you had yet to discover. New, but familiar. It felt like you had never seen this... almost vulnerable side of him, while at the same time being sure that this was still the same sassy and cocky asshole you grew to love more than anything.

You placed your hands, on his own, encouraging him wordlessly to move further. Five picked up on your intentions, leaning in, painfully slow. On one hand, maybe he was trying to tease you, but on the other he was just as nervous and scared as you were.

“I want you,” He whispered in a low tone, millimeters away from your lips.

“I’m yours,” You declared, and that was all it took for Five to find the courage to ravish you.

He closed the distance between the two of you, crashing his lips against yours in the long awaited kiss. Your hands immediately found their way back into his hair, as the kiss was getting deepened by the second. It felt so sweet and savory at the same time, as love and lust were getting mixed. You were finally getting that kiss with Five you were so desperately aching for and it was even more perfect than you could ever imagine.

Your bodies pressed against one another, as Five grabbed your thighs, lifting you up without breaking the kiss once.

“Can you maybe not be a gentleman for the next hour?” You whispered, as Five carried you towards the bed.

He couldn’t help his smirk, as he climbed on top of you, “Gladly.”

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