Five Hargreeves One-Shots

Caught In the Act

The mansion was eerily quiet, a rare occurrence in the Hargreeves household. Everyone was out doing their own thing, and for once, you and Five had the place almost to yourselves.

Key word: almost.

You and Five had been on the couch, watching a random documentary neither of you were paying much attention to. It had started innocently enough—sitting side by side, Five's hand resting casually on your thigh. But soon, innocent touches turned into heated glances, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours, and you were straddling his lap, fingers tangled in his hair.

"Are you sure no one's here?" you whispered between kisses, slightly out of breath, your body buzzing with anticipation as Five's hands slid up under your shirt.

"No one's going to bother us," he murmured, his voice low and rough against your skin as his lips trailed down your neck. "Trust me."

You were both so lost in the moment that neither of you heard Klaus until it was too late.

"OH. MY. GOD!"

You and Five froze instantly, turning in horror toward the door, where Klaus stood, eyes wide, a dramatic hand over his mouth.

"Klaus—" Five started, voice stern, though his hair was still a mess from your fingers, and you were awkwardly perched on top of him, struggling to look dignified. It was impossible.

Klaus blinked rapidly, then grinned like a madman. "I knew it! I knew you two were freaks, but this is... wow. I didn't need to actually see it happening!"

Before either of you could react, Klaus turned on his heel and bolted down the hallway, screaming, "GUYS! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! FIVE AND (Y/N) WERE GETTING NAKED ON THE COUCH!"

"Oh, for the love of—" Five groaned, pushing you gently off his lap, his face turning an impressive shade of red as he tried to straighten his rumpled shirt.

You scrambled to sit properly, your face equally flushed. "Should we stop him?"

"It's too late for that," Five muttered darkly, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "He's halfway to the others by now."

You both sat in stunned silence for a moment, listening to Klaus's voice echoing through the mansion. There was no escaping the embarrassment now.

You could hear the distinct sound of footsteps running from different parts of the house, voices overlapping in confusion and amusement.

"Do you think they'll let this go?" you asked, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. As mortifying as it was, the whole thing was just so... Klaus.

Five gave you a long-suffering look. "Are you serious? They'll *never* let this go. Not in a million years."

There was another moment of silence before you both broke into laughter, the ridiculousness of it all too much to handle.

"At least they didn't actually catch us," you joked, leaning into Five, still giggling.

"Yet," Five added with a smirk. "They'll be here any second."

As if on cue, you heard Diego's voice booming from the hallway. "WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST HEAR?"

Luther's confused voice followed, "Five was *what* on the couch?"

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Oh God, we're never living this down."

Five just sighed, pulling you back against him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Next time," he said dryly, "we're locking the door."

You laughed against his chest, grateful that, even in the chaos that was the Hargreeves family, at least you had Five to make it all worth it—even when things got... interrupted.

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The End