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...
A/N: Christmas is coming soon and I really wanted to post a little Christmas one shot. So here he is
Warnings: none
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"Santa's real job is keeping an eye on this family," Y/n thought as she stepped into the Hargreeves mansion, her arms laden with festively wrapped gifts. She could hear the chaos before she even saw it: Klaus's raucous laughter, Luther's booming voice, and the unmistakable sound of something breaking. The mansion was decked out in holiday splendor, though the decorations were as mismatched and chaotic as the family itself. Twinkling lights blinked erratically, a lopsided tree leaned dangerously, and various holiday trinkets cluttered every surface.
Five was in the center of it all, trying to direct the holiday chaos with the precision of a military commander and the frustration of a man herding cats. He spotted Y/n and immediately rushed over, his face a mix of relief and exhaustion.
"Y/n! Thank God you're here," he said, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. "I could use some backup."
"What's going on?" she asked, setting down the gifts. "I thought Christmas was supposed to be a time of peace and joy."
Five let out a huff. "Not in this family. We've got a Christmas disaster in every room."
Before Y/n could respond, Klaus bounded over, wearing a Santa hat tilted jauntily over one eye. "Y/n! You've got to try my eggnog!" he exclaimed, thrusting a suspiciously green cup toward her.
"Why is it green?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's my secret recipe," Klaus replied with a wink. "Guaranteed to bring out the holiday spirit—or at least make you see some spirits."
Y/n handed the cup back to Klaus. "I think I'll pass."
"Five!" Luther's voice boomed from the kitchen. "We have a situation in here!"
Five groaned. "What now?"
Luther appeared, his face smudged with flour. "The oven's on fire," he said nonchalantly. "We might need to call the fire department."
Five pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why is the oven on fire?"
"Diego was trying to make a turkey," Luther explained, shrugging. "It didn't go well."
"I told him to stick to mashed potatoes," Five muttered, hurrying toward the kitchen with Y/n following close behind.
In the kitchen, the scene was pure chaos. Smoke billowed from the oven, and Diego stood nearby, fanning the air with a dish towel. "It's fine! I've got it under control," he said, though his face said otherwise.
Y/n grabbed a fire extinguisher from under the sink and handed it to Five, who efficiently put out the flames. Diego grinned sheepishly. "Okay, maybe not completely under control."
"Let's just stick to takeout," Five suggested, tossing the fire extinguisher aside.
Before they could escape the kitchen, Allison rushed in, looking panicked. "I can't find the Christmas star!" she exclaimed. "I put it somewhere safe, and now I can't remember where!"
"It's in the garage," Viktor called from the hallway, holding up a piece of garland as if it were a trophy. "I saw it when I was looking for more decorations."
"Why was it in the garage?" Allison asked, bewildered.
"No idea," Viktor replied with a shrug. "But it's there."
"Can someone help me with these lights?" Ben's voice came from the living room. "They're tangled, and I'm about to lose it."
Y/n followed Five into the living room, where Ben was wrestling with a snarled mess of Christmas lights. "I swear these things have a mind of their own," Ben grumbled.
Y/n crouched down beside him and started untangling the lights. "Don't worry, we'll get it sorted out," she said, though the lights seemed determined to prove her wrong.
"What's the matter, Ben? Lights giving you trouble?" Klaus teased, plopping down on the couch with a plate of cookies.
"Nothing I can't handle," Ben retorted, though his expression suggested otherwise.
As the evening wore on, the Hargreeves managed to salvage their Christmas celebration. They ordered takeout to replace the charred turkey, found the Christmas star (and managed to put it on the tree without any further disasters), and untangled the lights enough to decorate the tree.
Finally, they all gathered in the living room, exhausted but in good spirits. The tree sparkled with mismatched lights, and the room was filled with the warm glow of holiday cheer. Five sat beside Y/n on the couch, his arm around her shoulders. "Thanks for the help," he said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Y/n smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Probably end up with the fire department on speed dial," she teased.
Five chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."
"Merry Christmas, Five," she replied, snuggling closer to him.
Across the room, Klaus raised his green eggnog in a toast. "To surviving another Hargreeves Christmas!" he declared, and the family cheered.
As the night wore on, the Hargreeves shared stories, laughter, and the warmth of family. Despite the chaos and the disasters, they were together, and that was what mattered most. Five and Y/n exchanged a knowing look, their hearts full. It wasn't a perfect Christmas, but it was theirs, and that made it perfect in its own chaotic, Hargreeves way.
