You will dive deep into the life of Five Hargreeves, exploring scenarios where you are his partner in crime, confidante, and love interest. Each short Story offers a unique glimpse into different aspects of Five's multifaceted personality-his wit, h...
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The sky above was a tumult of swirling clouds, promising an imminent downpour. Five Hargreeves and his wife, Y/n, were caught in their own storm inside their cozy apartment. What started as a minor disagreement over something trivial had spiraled into a heated argument, fueled by stress and frayed nerves from the day's challenges.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about the meeting with the Commission!" Y/n's voice was raised, her eyes flashing with frustration.
Five, standing by the window, sighed and rubbed his temples. "I didn't think it was necessary to worry you. I had it under control."
"Under control?" Y/n scoffed. "Five, you always think you have everything under control, but sometimes you need to let me in! We're a team, remember?"
Five turned to face her, his expression a mix of guilt and stubbornness. "I know we're a team, Y/n. But some things are complicated. I didn't want to burden you."
Y/n crossed her arms, shaking her head. "It's not about burdening me. It's about sharing our lives, our struggles. I want to be there for you, even if it's messy."
The argument continued to escalate, their voices mingling with the distant rumble of thunder outside. The intensity of their emotions was palpable, each trying to make the other understand their perspective.
As their argument reached a crescendo, the first fat raindrops began to splatter against the window. Five glanced outside, noticing the rain starting to fall in earnest. Y/n, too, seemed to notice, her anger momentarily diffused by the sudden change in weather.
Without another word, she turned and opened the front door, stepping out into the rain. Five watched, momentarily stunned, as she walked into the downpour, her figure silhouetted against the gray sky.
Concerned and unwilling to let her go, Five grabbed his coat and followed her outside. The rain was cold and relentless, soaking them both within moments.
"Y/n, wait!" Five called, jogging to catch up with her. His voice softened as he reached her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shut you out."
Y/n stopped and turned to face him, rain streaming down her cheeks like tears. "I know you didn't. I just... I want to be part of your life, all of it. Even the hard parts."
Five stepped closer, his own frustrations melting away in the rain. "You're right. I should have told you. I'm sorry."
For a moment, they stood there in the rain, both drenched and shivering but feeling the tension between them dissolve. Five reached out, gently brushing a wet strand of hair from Y/n's face.
"I love you," he said softly, his eyes full of sincerity. "I don't want to fight. I want us to be okay."
Y/n's lips curved into a small, tender smile. "I love you too. And we will be okay."
A mischievous glint appeared in Five's eyes as he extended his hand to Y/n. "Dance with me?"
Y/n blinked in surprise but then laughed, a sound that was like sunshine breaking through the storm clouds. "Here? In the rain?"
"Why not?" Five grinned, taking her hand and pulling her close.
With a shrug, Y/n let herself be drawn into his embrace. The rain continued to fall around them, creating a shimmering curtain that enclosed their private world. Five wrapped one arm around her waist and took her hand in his, guiding her into a slow, unsteady waltz.
They moved together, their laughter mingling with the sound of the rain. Five twirled Y/n under his arm, both of them stumbling slightly on the wet pavement but not caring in the least. The argument was forgotten, replaced by the simple joy of being together.
"You're a terrible dancer," Y/n teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement as they swayed together.
Five chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know. But you make me want to be better."
Y/n's heart swelled with affection, and she rested her head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat through his soaked shirt. They continued to dance, the rain washing away the remnants of their argument and leaving only the pure, undeniable love they had for each other.
Eventually, the rain began to let up, and they were left standing in the gentle drizzle, both soaked but happier than they had been in a long time. Five kissed Y/n's forehead, his lips warm against her cool skin.
"Let's go inside," he murmured. "We should probably dry off before we catch a cold."
Y/n nodded, but as they walked back to their apartment, she squeezed his hand, a silent promise of understanding and forgiveness. They would still have their disagreements and arguments, but moments like this reminded them of what truly mattered.
Inside, they toweled off and changed into dry clothes, sharing quiet smiles and soft touches. As they settled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket together, Five turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thank you," he said simply. "For everything. For being patient with me."
Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, her heart full of warmth. "Always, Five. Always."
They fell asleep that night, curled up together, knowing that whatever storms they faced, they would face them together. And sometimes, just sometimes, those storms would lead to dancing in the rain.
