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sagelovesbooks · 2 months
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All It Ever Was
Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader
Tags: Fluff, Angst.
Warnings: N/A.
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Five hadn't been this close to anyone before.
He didn't pull away.
Her hand grazed his and he shivered at the feeling, goosebumps rising on his skin. That was the closest form of human touch he had gotten since the apocalypse, aside from the Handler and her weird touches.
But she wasn't like her. Not one bit.
He felt his chest fill with a familiar feeling that he hadn't felt in over 40 years as she pressed her hand to his cheek gently. She lifted his face to hers, reminding him that he wasn't there anymore.
He was with her. Right at that moment.
He felt himself tear up, not knowing that the touch of someone's hand could be so loving. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve any of this. He reminds himself over and over again but he can't help it, too selfish for his own good. But he knows deep down that no matter how selfish or selfless he may be, nothing could take away from the amount of love he has for the woman standing right in front of him. He goes to remind himself that he's there, the feeling of her touch like a heater to the cold he had been facing his whole life.
And right as he reaches it, on the tip of his fingers-
He shoots up off of the cold, dirt floor, hopefulness filling his heart, thinking that she's there with him. But it dissipates as he realizes it was just a dream, and he feels his chest get heavy as he's reminded-
that's all it ever was.
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fandomlit · 4 years
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gif cred belongs to @ravenclairee​
requested by anon “Could you do a Five Hargreeves x reader where Y/N is a POC who is also 58 stuck in a 13 year old body and in the 60’s and Five is protesting with them against segregation and it’s fluffy. Thx”
imagine five hargreeves protesting against segregation with you in the 60s
when five first found you again, he didn’t interact with you right away. he discovered quickly that you and allison had either dropped together or had found each other, and were now both deeply involved with local politics. allison had told him a little bit about the protest they were arranging, and how you were going to be protesting outside of the diner she was going to be sitting in. and now, there you were, standing in all your glory outside of the diner that had always oppressed you and your fellow people of color.
five read the sign you were holding as he approached: ‘we all live here. treat us like we do.’ while other people were chanting slogans around you, you stood silently and still, eyes trained ahead as officers grappled onto people left and right of you, arresting them for their words and looks.
five spoke, loud enough for you to hear, “you’re awfully quiet.” you looked over quickly, giving him a bright smile as he approached. “you don’t seem surprised to see me.”
“allison told me she saw you,” you explained. five wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the cheek. you leaned into his touch as people around you stared on in pure shock and confusion. “i missed you.”
“i missed you, too,” he sighed. “technically it’s only been a few days for me, but..” he sighed again. “still a lot for me.” you gave him another smile. “oh, i made a sign.” five presented said sign from behind his back. it was on a small rectangular piece of cardboard, but it made your heart happy nonetheless. you wrapped an arm around his back and raised your sign again as he raised his, which read:
‘love is made of many and all colors.’
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sagelovesbooks · 2 years
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What Happens Behind The Curtains.
Tag: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader, Five being a little clingy, just pure fluff, no smut.
A/n: This is a prompt I found so I decided to do it. Basically, you write for two characters including no dialogue, just the two being domestic together without others being involved. Five is aged up in this.
Summary: Where you and Five live the quiet, domestic life you had once thought would never happen.
Word count: idk
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It was a quiet morning. For once. Five's siblings, are currently on a trip, leaving the house to Five and Y/n for the weekend. Thank god.
Usually, the two would wake up to the sound of someone's voice, somehow sounding throughout the house, running through the halls, or screaming. Always eventful and never a moment of peace.
Now it's quiet. Completely silent. No running through the halls or voices sounding through the walls.
It was pure bliss.
Y/n felt Five, nuzzling into her warmth, holding her close to him. His arms were wrapped around her tight, blankets draped over them, legs entangled with one another.
Sunlight shone through the curtains, bringing light to the once, completely dark room.
Five grumbled. Taking notice of the light, he dug his head further into Y/n's shoulder. Y/n took a deep breath, moving her arms from their resting position, and rubbing her eyes. She turned around, after gently nudging Five to remove the arm that rests under her frame. Once he does, sleepily, she turns to face him and sees his puffy eyes, not yet opened out of their hazy state.
There was a lot to admire about him. His jawline was one of the most noticeable things about him. Yet, surprisingly, that wasn't what caught Y/n's attention when she first met him.
It was the forest-green eyes that were currently shut, in sleep.
She gently brushed the hair that was crowding his face to the side, taking a moment to admire him. Her lips turned up, eyes unknowingly getting brighter the longer she looks at him.
He stirs, mumbling incoherently, his eyes then fluttering open. His eyes meet with the ones admiring him and he feels his heart warm as he copies the woman, admiring her features as well.
It's a quiet moment that's shared between the two, simply cherishing each other in the tranquil moments of the morning.
The coffee is warm and steaming, the mug set between the woman's two hands as her lover's arms rest around her, his chin leaning against her shoulder, and the back of her head resting against his shoulder.
The two appreciate the scenery outside, birds and bugs flying around. The sun, still bright and shining from its recent awakening, sets the sky in its usual position as it shines down, raining the earth with its light.
Even though the two haven't spoken a word, the quiet moments that are shared between the two are enough to make up for the loss of words that usually fill each other's ears, now being completely silent.
A movement is made, the coffee now held up to Five's lips in a silent 'Take a sip.' He obliges, feeling the warmth of the liquid, make its way down his throat as it matches the warmth of the woman in his arms.
He drapes himself against her, the back of his head resting against her chest as he allows himself to bring his focus onto the book resting in his hands.
Socks are clad against his feet, as well as a blanket, draped over the bodies of the two resting on the couch, indulging in each other's presence. It isn't cold for the two when they're resting in each other's arms.
Body heat is passed between the two, as they rest in silence with one another, the quiet moment, still unruined.
There's a lot that happens behind closed curtains. Sometimes it's just better that way.
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