Rich People | F. Hargreeves
pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader
wc; 2.6k
warnings: violence?
synopsis: five hargreeves is tasked with a mission of playing husband to you and he’s not exactly thrilled about it
prompts:
013: “I love you.”
“Lying doesn’t suit you, babe.”
070: “Married life, am I right?”
“We’re not married.”
“Not with that attitude we are.”
a/n: five and reader are physically and mentally in their 20s !
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Five Hargreeves was a lot of things.
Arrogant, rude, and egotistical were some of them. He was also a loner who preferred the quiet of his room then the sound of his siblings screaming.
This was why when Five was assigned a partner for a mission by The Handler, he was not happy. Some might say he overreacted, but Five felt his little fit was reasonable. He’s never worked with anyone before, and there was no reason to. He got his work done just fine on his own. So why now was he having to be paired up?
See, that was the real kicker for him.
“This mission is a little… different from your other ones,” The Handler explained.
“Different how?” Five pressed, leaning on her desk.
She clicks her tongue. “I need information extracted before you complete your kill.”
“So? I’ll torture it out of them.”
“See, that’s the issue, Five. Your methods can be rather violent.”
“They work,” He protests.
“Not in this case,” She tuts. “Which is why I’m sending you with a partner.”
Five shakes his head. “No, I can get the file just fine without someone else.”
“I’ve already made up my mind,” The Handler said, sliding the file towards him. “Besides, this could be good for your lone wolf appearance.”
Five glares at the woman as she pats his shoulder, heading for the exit. “Just remember, when you’re in love with someone, you can’t kill them.”
Five furrows his brows at her statement as her heels click down the hallway. He shrugs, flipping through the file. Target’s name, personal information, location, and mission statement.
Number Five and (Y/N) (L/N).
Find Rowan and Danica Bruegge, extract the file, and DO NOT terminate.
Five still didn’t understand the part where his partner came in, but as his eyes kept scanning the file, he saw it. Rowan and Danica weren’t siblings. They were married. And it appeared in order to coax them out of hiding, Five was going to be too.
The boy swears under his breath, snapping the file closed and pushing himself out of his chair.
“That disappointed? We haven’t even met yet,” A voice said from the doorway.
Five narrows his eyes at you, pushing the file into your chest. “Disappointed doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
You scoff, holding the file to your chest as he disappears down the hall. He was going to be a joy to work with. You jog back to him, already having been informed of the mission and your role.
“You know we have to work together, right?” You asked.
Five continues walking. “Oh, I’m well aware.”
You purse your lips. “So why do you keep walking away from me?”
“Because,” He starts. “I have no desire to spend any more time with you than necessary.”
“The file says married couple. Not newly divorced with one kid.”
Five rolls his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning to face you with a snaky grin. “I don’t give a shit.”
You expected that. So you just shove the file back into his hands. “I’m getting a briefcase for us. Meet me outside in ten.”
“Whatever,” He grumbles.
You sigh, turning the other way. Working with Five was going to be a nightmare, but you did volunteer for it. In fact, you might have had a little work crush on him for a while. You’d seen him around the office or in the field, and he was… attractive, to say the least. Though his personality was certainly a fixer-upper. Five was known to be bitter and violent. He’s had a history of doing everything solo and is notorious for being a pain in the ass. You grab a briefcase from the room, signing your name in before meeting Five outside on the pristine lawn.
“Are you ready, Mr. Dayton?” You joke, watching his face contort into one of disgust.
“Who even picks the names here?”
You shrug. “Probably The Handler. I bet she’s laughing now.”
“I have no doubt,” Five sighs. “Get on with it.”
You roll your eyes before opening the briefcase and letting it whisk you away.
You land in front of a rather fancy country club. Dozens of golf carts are displayed up front, along with plenty of sports cars and convertibles. The actual building sits on top of rolling green hills, a fountain obstructing the view slightly.
“Rich people,” You mumble, adjusting your dress.
“We’re one of them now,” Five said.
“Hooray,” You sarcastically replied, following him up the pathway. The entrance offers a stone-tiled floor with an arched doorway and pristine white marble. You loop your hand under Five’s arm, gently grabbing it and flashing him a smile.
“Married life, am I right?” You sighed dreamily.
Five rolls his eyes. “We’re not married.”
“Not with that attitude we are,” You snort, kicking him in the shin. “Get your attitude together, or we’re both dead.”
“Fuck you,” Five said through gritted teeth, approaching the front desk. You laugh and pat his arm. The lady greets you with a smile, and you hand her your IDs. She glances over them, handing them back and waving you both off.
As soon as you’re out of the way, Five shakes your arm off, hating how it made him feel inside. It was like a butterfly swarm in his stomach, and he’d rather die than admit it.
“Do you know how to play golf?” You asked, walking down the hall and approaching the patio that overlooks the field.
“No,” Five answered.
“Well,” You smile, grabbing his arm. “You do now.”
“What—”
“Oh my god,” You gasped. “Danica?”
The said woman turns to you with a confused smile. “Hi.”
“It’s been forever!” You squeal.
She frowns, turning to her husband, and Five stands there awkwardly. He really wishes he could just stab them in the neck instead.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” She asked.
You nod. “High school? C’mon. 4th block chemistry and varsity cheer. Coach Spindel?”
Of course, those were all lies, but most people just agree because they don’t actually remember. Given enough details, they’ll convince themselves that it’s true.
She snaps her fingers. “Oh! How could I forget?”
You wave your hands at her. “Don’t worry about it! What brings you here?”
She smiles, grabbing her husband’s arm. “Well, my dear husband can’t resist a good game of golf in this weather.”
“Oh, mine too,” You joke, squeezing Five’s arm to give him his cue.
Rowan holds out his hand, and Five grasps it with a shake. “You wanna play a few rounds?”
Five grins. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Let the ladies here catch up.”
Rowan laughs, “My kind of man. What’s your name?”
You turn to Five with wide eyes, praying to God he doesn’t say Five.
“I’m Lucas.”
“Nice to meet you, Lucas.”
“Likewise, Rowan.”
If Five was bad at golf, Rowan didn’t say anything when you returned. He only laughed, and slapped Five on the back, causing the boy to almost fall. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into a seat before he could slap Rowan back. You could tell by the look on his face he was a second away from finishing the mission a little too early.
You giggle, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we’re just married. Not even a year yet!”
“Aw,” Danica coos. “I love newlyweds. Still in your honeymoon phase, huh?”
“Yeah,” Five answered, patting your arm. “We’re so happy.”
You try not to laugh at the sarcasm in his voice and keep up your smile.
“Well, now that we’ve caught up, you should come by some time! We can have dinner overlooking the lake.”
“That sounds lovely,” You said. You would rather gouge your eyes out. “Tomorrow night?”
Danica nods, grabbing her purse from her seat and handing you a piece of paper with her address. “Tomorrow night.”
She waves you goodbye, Rowan leading her out with a hand on her back. Once they’re gone, Five shoves you off of him.
“This is so stupid,” He said. “Why can’t we just break in?”
You sigh. “Because Five, despite your powers, this is just easier. Leave no trace.”
He snorts. “I wouldn’t leave a trace if I blink in.”
“I think you underestimate the Bruegge’s,” You said.
“I think you underestimate me,” He retorts.
You push your chair back, standing up. “If you weren’t so bitter, maybe you’d have a little fun with this.”
“With what? Pretending to be your husband? Hardly my definition of fun.”
You wave a hand at him, already walking away. You exit the country club, Five trailing behind with his hands in his pockets.
“Mind taking us to the hotel?”
You hold your hand out for him, but he grabs your arm instead and blinks you into the hotel room. You shake yourself off, groaning at the feeling. At least the hotel was nice enough.
“No,” Five suddenly said.
“What?” You snap, peeling off your heels. “What could possibly be so bad now?”
“Do you have eyes?” He asked, gesturing wildly to the bed in front of you.
It takes you to register the significance of the bed, but it’s not the bed. It’s the lack of another one.
You click your tongue. “How cliche.”
“Really?” Five said. “That’s all you have to say?”
You shrug. “I’ll take the bed. You take the floor. Easy as that.”
“No, I get the bed,” Five argued.
You force out a laugh. “Hilarious, but no.”
“I’m not sleeping on the floor. Unless you want me to be extra grumpy tomorrow.”
“I honestly don’t give a shit,” You said. “So get comfortable.”
You flop down on the bed, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax. Your peace only lasts a few moments because the next thing you know, Five’s grabbing your ankles and dragging you off the bed.
“What the hell!” You shout, thrashing in his grip.
“You can get the floor,” He said through gritted teeth as your knee almost collides with his jaw.
“No way!” You protest before kicking him in the stomach. He groans, doubling over and catching himself on top of you.
His face is inches from yours, and your eyes widen. His arms support himself on either side of your head. You swear his eyes flicker to your lips for a millisecond and meet yours again. You gulp, feeling small under his gaze.
“Five,” You breathe out.
“Yeah?”
“We can share the bed,” You whisper, trying not to shiver under the feeling of his warm breath on your face.
“As long as you don’t kick me in your sleep.”
“No promises.”
He narrows his eyes at you and awkwardly coughs, sitting back. You scoot back, hitting the headboard. You could probably cut the tension with a knife in the room.
Five notices and doesn’t dare meet your gaze, finding interest in his shirt.
“I’m gonna shower,” You finally spoke, swinging your legs out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom. Five only nods.
You shut the door to the bathroom behind you, letting out a sigh. Your heart was racing inside your chest as you thought about how close his lips were to you.
You had definitely escalated from a little work crush. This was a full-fledged crush on Five Hargreeves of all people.
You turn the shower on, stepping in and letting the hot water wash away all your thoughts about him.
Five wasn’t even your friend. If anything, he was a colleague — one that hated you at that. And although you think you saw his gaze fall to your lips, you could’ve equally imagined it.
You get out, dry yourself off, slip into pajamas, and exchange places with Five. By the time he finishes, you’re already curled up on your side of the bed facing the wall. The boy doesn’t say anything and gently lifts the cover and gets in.
He flicks off his light. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight, Five.”
Unlike most cliche films with the single bed trope, you did not end up cuddled up to Five. Rather, you woke up in basically the same position you fell asleep in. Which was curled up on your side of the bed, back facing Five. However, Five was facing you, and his hand was dangerously close to yours. Almost like he wanted to wrap it around you but didn’t. You try not to stare too much at the boy, but he looks so pretty asleep. His cheeks are a little puffed with a pink flush to him and his hair falls wildly around his face. His brows are relaxed and he almost looks like he’s smiling.
Five groans, burying his face deeper in the pillow, and you practically jump out of bed.
“Wake up, old man,” You said.
“We’re the same age,” He replies, opening one of his eyes to look at you.
“I’ll get coffee.”
“Now you’re speaking my language.”
You laugh lightly as Five rolls out of the bed. You spent the morning with Five working out the finer details of the plan. You were able to pull up a blueprint of the Bruegge’s house and conclude where you thought Rowan’s office might be. The plan was to take them out before dessert, grab the file and get out.
You were never coming back anyway, so why did it matter if they saw you?
At about six o’clock you header over and greeted them much the same. They hugged you, ushered you in, and sat you down at the dinner table. There was small talk, questions about how you and ‘Lucas’ met, and other finer details.
“Yeah,” Five chuckled, grabbing your hand in yours. “Can’t believe she’s all mine.” As if to really sell the act, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek. You try not to melt in your seat and smile, squeezing his hand.
“I’m so lucky,” You gush.
“You guys are so great for each other,” Danica said. “Now, how does dessert sound?”
“So, how do we do this?” You whisper, pushing yourself out of the chair.
“Well,” Five starts. “If we can’t kill ‘em—,”
“Knock ‘em,” You finish. “I got Danica.”
“I’ll handle Rowan.”
“Let me help you with that,” You offer to Danica.
Danica smiles polity at you as you follow her back into the kitchen. Once you’re gone, Five blinks across the room, grabbing one of Rowan’s golf clubs and grinning.
“What are you doing?” Rowan asked.
“Oh, you know,” Five said. “A little golfing.”
“Hey!” Rowan shouts. “Those are expensive.”
Five teleports right behind him, swinging the club. “Unfortunate.”
Rowan ducks just in time, grabbing the club as Five knees him in the stomach. He stumbles back, grabbing the wall for support and then a statue that he throws at the boy.
Danica hears the commotion and tries to leave, but you shake your head. You make a come here motion with your hand at Danica, smirking when she goes for a hit that you easily grab. You uppercut her in the jaw and use her caught fist to push her back into the wall. You swing you first again, but she ducks, and you hit the wall.
Five blinks out of the way of the statue. He was now leaning against the doorway next to Rowan and twirling the club. He hits Rowan in the knees, then uses the end of the club to jab into his stomach and finally knock him out.
Danica kicks you in the chest, and you stumble back, glaring at the woman. She approaches you again, and you block both her punches and smack your heads together.
She’s stunned, and you take the chance to roundhouse her across the face and pivot back again.
She falls to the floor unconscious.
Five drops the club on the floor, letting out a sigh.
“Man, I’m gonna miss being your wife,” You said, coming to a stand next to him.
“Oh, shut up,” Five snorts.
“Oh, c’mon,” You tease, wiggling your brows. “I love you.”
Five rolls his eyes, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks. “Lying doesn’t suit you, babe.”
“Maybe not,” You shrug. “But how would you know I’m lying?”
Your gaze is serious and Five chuckles, not bothering to hide his smile anymore. “Fine,” He agrees. “Would you like to go on a date with me after this?”
You grin, hooking your arm through Five’s. “I thought you would never ask dear husband of mine.”
“Not your husband.”
“Not yet.”
— END —
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