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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Five Hargreeves was known for many things: his intellect, his sarcasm, and his ability to time travel. But a steady girlfriend? That seemed as likely as a peaceful family dinner at the Hargreeves mansion. His siblings had dismissed his claims about having a girlfriend named Y/n, writing them off as one of his sarcastic jokes or, at best, a figment of his busy imagination.
"A girlfriend? You? Right," Klaus had laughed, lounging on the couch with a cocktail. "That's rich. What's next, Five? You're taking up knitting?"
"I'm serious," Five had replied, not bothering to hide his irritation. "Y/n is real."
"Sure she is," Viktor had chimed in, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Next you'll tell us you've joined a book club."
Even Diego, typically more reserved, had smirked and given Five a skeptical once-over. "You? A girlfriend? I'll believe it when I see it."
Five had merely sighed and muttered under his breath about his annoying, disbelieving siblings.
It was a lazy Sunday morning, the mansion wrapped in a rare hush, save for the occasional creak of the old building settling. The Hargreeves were scattered in various states of sleep and wakefulness.
Klaus, ever the early riser despite his nocturnal habits, shuffled down the stairs towards the kitchen, craving coffee. He was still half-asleep, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he pushed the kitchen door open. What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks, his drowsiness vanishing in an instant.
There, standing by the fridge and seemingly unaware of his presence, was a woman. She had tousled hair, and was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that Klaus immediately recognized as Five's. She was rummaging through the fridge, one hand on her hip, the other pushing aside leftovers as she muttered to herself about breakfast options.
Klaus blinked several times, then broke into a wide, mischievous grin. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice loud and teasing. "What do we have here? A mysterious lady in Five's shirt? Did I miss the memo?"
The woman, startled, turned around and nearly dropped a carton of juice. "Oh! Hi! You must be Klaus," she said with a sheepish smile. "I'm Y/n. Five's girlfriend."
"Y/n? Five's girlfriend?!" Klaus's grin widened to Cheshire Cat proportions. "I thought you were a myth! This is better than Christmas morning!"
"Nice to meet you too," Y/n said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "And, uh, sorry for raiding your fridge."
"Raid away, my dear," Klaus replied, grabbing his phone and snapping a quick picture. "No one's gonna believe this without evidence. This is gold!"
Klaus, unable to contain his excitement, darted out of the kitchen, shouting through the mansion. "Guys! Guys! Get down here! You have to see this!"
