HIII! i wanna request a five x fem!reader where they like hate each other but the reader always goes to five if theyre anxious or nervous and like when they saw the kugelblitz they like held onto fives hand for like comfort and five was like 🤔😳 and didnt let go or do anything then after (at the like party) five pulled them aside and kinda asked them abt it and theh got pretty nervous and their ears turned really red (five notices this) and they were like “just instinct” and walked away
then at the wedding (blackout drunk) five asks again and the readers like “oh yeah” and they both stare at each other and just start laughing
THEN LIKE theyre goofing around and they go silent and just stare at each other and the reader glances to his lips and then after a couple seconds they kiss and theyre like pretty awkward but then they both get the message so they kiss again.. and then they go to the room (AGAIN THEY R COMPLETELY DRUNK) and just pass out in each others arms
when they wake up the reader flies up from fives arm and is like “oh shit” then fives like ”what was that abt” “i literally hate you dont even.. what typa girl do u take me for?” and then five says “hey my head might be reeling and the world might be spinning but didnt we kiss.. like 5 times” the reader is completely shocked by this cuz they remember VERY CLEARLY and theyre like “uhm no.. what? r u ok?” theyre whole body is red and flamming atp. the readers like checking themselves in the mirror and five creeps up behind them, puts his head on their shoulder and is like “so why is ur lipstick on my chin and on the corner of my lips?” “cuz ur a freak” “ur face and ur ears are very red right now” THE READER IS ON THE VERGE OF DYING “..im hungry ill see you later weirdo.. dickhead…asshole.” five grabs the readers forearm and kisses them..🤭 the reader looks at five and fives like “do you like me?” “no fuck off” five points at the lipstick and they kiss him “maybe a little bit. or a lot.” “oh?” “okbyeseeyoulater” the reader walks out and five shouts “i love you” “SAME” the reader says while running down the hall to the bathroom.
THIS WAS PRETTY LONG IM SO SORRY!! 😞 HAVE A GOOD ONE LOVE YA!
Instincts like no other
F.Hargreeves x f!reader
The kugelblitz. Ball of lightning. Apocalypse no.3. Whatever you'd prefer to call the glowing orb of an abomination containing hundreds and thousands of mini blackholes collapsing into themselves at an alarming rate. It was living proof that everything we've attempted to do to stop the apocalypse was for nothing.
All the pain, all the sacrifice, all the bloodshed...
It was ultimately done for nothing.
Soon enough I was going to join the billions of victims that were obliterated by the kugel-waves, and let myself slip into the eternal sleep of death.
I knew it was going to be swift. I probably won't even notice the atoms of my body dissolve all at once. But no matter to how painless the death was going to be, I couldn't help but be terrified of that eternal darkness that was mere hours away from consuming me whole.
Absolutely terrified.
Well, that was if the plan brought up by Sloane and Five came to an abrupt failure, which would cause one of the largest and catastrophic kugel-waves to ever be produced, wiping out all remaining things in existence.
I held my breath and bit down on my tongue as I watched Sloane activate her power and levitate over the kugelblitz. She then began to manipulate its own gravity, condensing the orb. On signal, Viktor and Lila produced a sphere of energy to encase the kugelblitz and keep its vibrations constant.
I held my breath and bit down on my tongue. Everything could go so wrong so quick. The slightest alter of its vibration and... boom. We all cease to exist. I dug my nails into my palms, leaving multiple crescent marks that were deep enough for anyone to see.
I turned my head, noticing a certain Hargreeves standing beside my anxious figure. Five Hargreeves. One of the most annoying people I had ever met. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my burning hatred for the man-child, and vice versa. However, despite the hatred between the two of us, we had also formed an odd sort of trust while preventing the past apocalypses. One very different to the one we had whilst working as the analyst who assigned his tasks in the field back at the Commission. That was based on pure survival instincts. But this...
This was based on a trust that no matter what grudge we held against the other, we'll still be there by each others side.
It was calming and familiar. And at this point, that was all I needed.
Subconsciously, I let my hand slip into his and squeezed it tightly both from fear and the need to be close to someone that I understood. And ironically, he was the most complicated person that I knew.
Unbeknownst to Five, he served as a sort of safe haven to me. Someone I could go to and just bathe in their presence when feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Even something as pointless as an argument over the best sugar to coffee ratio would wash away my worries. But the problem was that I hate him.
How could I feel this way towards somebody I hate?
Probably just my hormones going crazy from being aged down to my ripe 18 year old self.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Hormones.
Expecting Five to give me an irritated look and push away, I was left surprised when he clenched my hand in response, grazing his thumb along my knuckles. I turned my head slightly to see a small tint of pink spread through his cheeks, and his eyes open slightly wider then usual in what seemed to be shock from both my action and his response.
I hate him and he hates me.
That's how it was meant to be.
____
All of us watched eagerly as a pop of the cork and a fizzle followed by a burst of champagne erupted into the sky. Ben brought the bottle to his lips and let the alcohol shoot into his mouth.
Everyone neared their glasses and filled them with champagne to the brim and danced, celebrating the end of the third- first for the sparrows- apocalypse.
'Another one bites the dust' played loudly out of the boombox which suited the situation perfectly. I smiled watching both academy's dance to the beat together and at last, putting their differences aside.
I brought the glass to my lips and tilted my head back, allowing the drink to go down my throat. An arm wrapped around my shoulders bringing me close, making me almost spill my drink.
I looked up to see Lila grinning down at me before saying in a sing-song voice, "Someone's got the hots for Five..."
Luckily, the music was playing too loudly for anybody else to hear. I turned and faced the woman, trying to play off my face heating up as the alcohol simply taking effect. "Oh, yeah? Is it Christopher? Or one of Fei's crows?"
Lila laughed. "No, not quite. For starters its a girl around his age- both physically and mentally. She has h/c hair and gorgeous e/c eyes. Ring any bells?"
I opened my mouth only for the words to get stuck in my throat. Finally, I croaked out. "I don't... I don't know what you mean." I averted my eyes from Lila, slightly embarrassed, only to see Luther perform his… odd crab dance.
However, she smirked and nodded her head towards the right. I furrowed my brows and looked, only to see the one person I really didn't want to talk to, approach me.
"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Five then looked up at Lila who was now resting her chin on my head. "Alone." He stated more than asked.
"I'll leave you two lovebirds to it then. Don't have too much fun-" Before Lila could finish her sentence, Five had already blinked us both out of the hall and into a random room with a small coffee table and a few chairs.
"Um, what's up Five?" I attempted to ask casually but failed.
The boy looked at me, analysing my features with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand.
"What was that earlier, y/n?" Five asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Once again, the words got stuck in my throat when I tried to respond. What would I even say to that? What did he expect me to say?
“When you held my hand," The boy asked firmer now. He wanted- no. He needed answers. "What was that?”
My face started to heat up and the tips of my ears burned red. Five noticed this almost immediately, helping him confirm some of the many thoughts that had been stirring in his mind for weeks now.
“Just instinct, I guess.”
Five watched as I walked away in a rushed manner, leaving him completely and utterly shocked.
Just instinct? Just instinct? No, that was nowhere near enough to satisfy the Hargreeves brain. To comfort himself from his never ending thoughts, Five returned to the conclusion that:
He hated me. And I hated him.
That’s how it was meant to be.
And that's how it was going to stay.
____
“I pronounce you married as shit. Viva la apocalypse!”
When first hearing Luther and Sloane announce they were engaged within less than a week of knowing each other, much like everyone else, I thought it was insane to say the least. However, watching the two of them embrace the other, joy practically radiating off of their features, I still did think it was crazy. But, a good sort of crazy.
I think.
Sure, the universe was now doomed and half the people here were in the middle of an existential crisis, but when has that ever not been the case?
I didn't even have time to process the information before Sloane dragged me away and appointed me to be her maid of honour and assigned me all these tasks to accomplish in an unreasonable amount of time.
But in the end, it was worth it. Mostly because I was planning to get black out drunk... and another selfish reason. I was curious as to how an acquaintance of mine was going to look this evening. Was he going to be wearing one of his signature outfits that screamed 'old man' and 'no style', or was he going to be dressed similarly to how he used to when back at the Commission? With a striking black or navy suit with his hair slicked back and- I shook my head, trying to rack my mind free of all the impure thoughts running free.
Despite the effort, I was immediately winded when I first saw Five step out of the elevator, dressed exactly how I feared him to be.
I was screwed.
After the ceremony, everyone split into either small groups or by themselves as they went to occupy a table. I sat alone, letting myself criticize how careless I had become with my feelings- no, hormones, and how I let them take control of my actions.
I drowned myself with the bittersweet taste of alcohol trying to seek a sweet relief.
"Ah, y/n! How would you like to dance?" Klaus asked, dragging me by the forearm without bothering to hear my response.
I laughed, drunk, and let the man lead me to the dancefloor where the newlywed couple and Diego and Lila were dancing. He took my hands and started to jump around whilst shimmying. I copied him and laughed while the others jumped around, doing their own hilarious dances.
"Fun, right?"
"Yeah!" I exclaimed over the booming music.
"Hey, hey." Klaus hushed, discretely getting my attention. I furrowed my brows in response, waiting for the man to proceed. "I think Five wants to dance with you."
"What?"
"Yeah, he's been glaring at me the entire time. It's hilarious!"
I turned around, my eyes meeting the boys, before he quickly looked away and took another long sip of his drink. Klaus patted my back, signalling for me to go to him and went to join Ben.
I walked towards the lonely boy, stumbled actually from the large amount of liquor in my system, and stuck my hand out towards him. "Dance with me." I demanded.
"What?!"
I rolled my eyes, "Dance with me! It's the end of the world for Gods sake! Or are you scared?"
He raised an eyebrow and gave in to my request.
Five got up and let a cocky smirk adorn his features. "As long as you can keep up." He took my hand and pulled me in close, as a slow romantic song started to play. He placed a hand on my back and another holding mine.
"What's wrong? Never danced with a man before?" He asked, noticing my hesitance and the sudden tense of my body.
"Oh, please Five. You're hardly a man with that height. More of a passive aggressive toddler." I smirked, not missing a beat.
Five raised an eyebrow and tried to stop an amused smile from stretching on his lips. Eventually he laughed causing me to do the same.
Catching me off guard, he spun me around and dipped my body, staring at my drunken eyes, then to my lips and back. He finally lifted me back up and let his hand that supported my back, slide down to my waist.
"Watch it, Hargreeves."
"What, it's not like it's my fault." Five neared his lips to my ears and whispered, letting his breath that reeked of alcohol hit my skin. "It's just instincts, right?"
"I- um..." I cleared my throat. "I think you're drunk, Five."
"I think you're also drunk, y/n. Very drunk.”
“Piss off.” I muttered under my breath as I attempted to move away. But Five just pulled me back each time, his grip tighter on my waist.
“What was that about, y/n?” He squeezed my palm slightly, watching my face flush red. The boy chuckled deeply, gazing at my newly embarrassed figure.
Five couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to my lips for a second too long and let his mind wonder to how soft they'd feel pressed against his. Or how sweet they'd taste with the scent of bittersweet champagne lingering in my breath and most likely smeared on my lips. He wanted to kiss me all over, feel my body pressed against his. But he couldn't. However, the stunning red silk dress that hugged all my curves perfectly and the different liquors mixed in his system were only making it harder for him to deny all the feelings he had pent up for months- years even.
He hated me. But he needed me.
And unbeknownst to him, I was thinking the same thing.
As the song started to reach its climax, I noticed Five was deep in thought. "It seems I'm correct." I said, finally gaining his attention. The boy looked up to see me grin. "Little number Five got intimidated." I sang. My words swayed into the other at once, and my voice slightly slurred. My drunken confidence was back.
But unfortunately, not for long.
"Oh, really?"
I laughed and glanced at his lips as they formed into a small knowing smirk. I shot my eyes back up to see Five looking right at me with a look that filled me with both fear and excitement.
Lust.
The world seemed to stop spinning and the music and voices around us were silenced into incoherent muffles, until it was only the two of us gently swaying on the dancefloor.
No one else.
Just the two of us and our drunken lustful thoughts.
What a dangerous combination.
Five's hand slowly travelled to cup my face, as I placed my hands on the back of his neck. We both slowly pulled the other in, our lips merely millimetres away and staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. Finally, Five pulled me in unable to wait any longer, my lips hitting his for a gentle kiss. Five pulled me in closer by my waist so no space was left between us.
I pulled away and looked at the equally as flustered, maybe even more, Hargreeves.
"What just happened?" I breathed out, my heart hammering loudly against my chest. Whilst my thoughts were screaming at me to run and get away before it was too late, I secretly wanted it to be too late.
In the midst of the silence, we both grew eager to kiss once more.
"Fuck it." Five pulled me in once more for another kiss, one that immediately took my breath away. He was a rougher this time, and smirked once I started to kiss him back. His hand slowly slithered down to my thigh, making me gasp. I moved my hand to his hair, pulling it slightly, causing the boy to release the slightest groan. Out of breath, I pulled away and leaned my forehead against his. That's when I noticed we were no longer in the hall. Five had blinked us upstairs to the hallway opposite the endless row of hotel rooms.
We both looked at each other for a moment. Skin hot, breathing heavy, and minds intoxicated.
I grew impatient for the feeling of Five's breath entangled with mine, so I grabbed his tie and pulled him in.
We shared a long passionate kiss, our bodies slamming into nearby objects as we tried to find a free room. He lifted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist. Five pushed my back against a door, only for it to slam open, making me fall back onto the carpeted floor with Five landing on top of me.
"Your ears are red..." He hummed. The boy placed a line of kisses along my jawline.
"Your whole face is red." I chuckled, half from the deep crimson hue on the boys face, and half from the ticklish feeling from Five's gentle kisses.
Five detached his lips from my jaw. "You're so beautiful, y/n."
I let a soft smile grace my lips and placed a flurry of kisses down his neck. "I could say the same thing about you, Five."
____
"Shit..." I blinked my heavy eyes open and looked around my surroundings in a daze. My head was pounding from last nights accomplishments of finishing every drink that I found. And I had found a lot. That's when my eyes set to the male besides me who was sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around me as if I was a teddy bear.
"Oh, shit." I flew up from his arms, definitely waking the boy, and got off of the bed in a hurry. I looked around the unfamiliar room and down at my clothes, and sighed relieved.
"What's with the hurry?" Five asked, his voice deep.
"This can't be happening." I muttered to myself. "I literally hate you-"
Making me jump in surprise, Five blinked in front of me, slight confusion laced in his features. Even when being shocked with the fact that I was laying peacefully in his arms, I couldn't tear my eyes away from how good his dishevelled hair looked.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
"You didn't hate me last night."
"What do you mean?" I asked clearly aware of last nights antics and was secretly praying that he didn't remember.
"I know I was blackout drunk but," I watched Five lick his lips and drag his fingers through his hair, which I couldn't doubt was attractive. "didn't we kiss...over 5 times?"
"What? No, not at all!" I forced out a laugh. I faced a large full length mirror and scanned my figure while neatening my dress. I noticed how hot and prickly my skin had become, and everytime my mind replayed last nights actions, it didn't help at all.
Five, deciding to torture me further by playing dumb, rested his chin on my shoulder and smirked. "Then why is there lipstick on my collar, darling y/n?"
I swallowed thickly. "Because you're a freak."
He traced his index finger over the shell of my ear. He placed a small kiss on my cheek and said, "Your face and your ears are very red right now. Perhaps redder than last night."
I opened my mouth to respond, only for my mouth to dry up and the words to be lost inside my throat. I had to get out. Now.
"I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"I'm hungry, dipshit."
"You're not even moving."
"Well, now I am." I walked towards the door, only for the boy to grab me by my forearm and give me a short surprising kiss on my lips.
I froze completely, staring at Five with wide eyes.
"Do you like me?"
"No get over yourself, weirdo."
However, no matter what I said, the boy would point to the lipstick smeared on his collar and even his neck.
"Maybe... Maybe a little bit." Five pulled me closer, his eyebrow raised. He was clearly amused with how this was all going.
"Or a lot." I looked away, not daring to meet Five's eyes.
"Oh?"
"Okay! See ya later!" I ran out of the room, smacking my cheeks to try knock me out of whatever daze a certain assassin had put me in.
But the second Five raised his voice and yelled, "I LOVE YOU!", all hopes for me to recover were gone as I practically burst into flames.
"ME TOO!"
I couldn't deny it any longer. I love him. Always have and always will. I love the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my love for a certain Hargreeves with instincts just like mine.
