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 crisp air of Stockholm greeted them as Max, Y/n, and Klaus stepped off the plane. Klaus, ever the dramatist, spread his arms wide and took a deep breath.
"Ah, Sweden! Land of meatballs, IKEA, and apparently our resident gentle giant."
Max smirked. "Focus, Klaus. We're here to find Luther, not to raid a furniture store."
Y/n chuckled as she adjusted her scarf. "If the data are accurate, we're looking for an orphanage director. Shouldn't be too hard to track him down."
It took two days to locate Luther Lundkvist. The orphanage, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, was a quaint building with a colorful playground out front. As they approached, the sound of children laughing and playing filled the air.
Klaus looked up at the building, a hint of nostalgia in his expression. "You know, I always thought Luther would end up doing something like this. He's got that big-brother energy."
Max didn't respond. He was too focused on the figure standing near the playground, a tall man with broad shoulders and an unmistakable presence. Luther.
"Is that him?" Y/n asked softly.
Max nodded, his throat tightening. "That's him."
Klaus grinned and clapped Max on the shoulder. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go say hi!"
Luther was organizing a game of soccer with the children when he noticed the trio approaching. His eyes narrowed as he studied them, confusion etched on his face.
"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice kind but cautious.
Klaus stepped forward, his arms spread wide. "Luther! It's me, Klaus! Your favorite brother!"
Luther's brow furrowed, but then his expression shifted. Recognition flickered in his eyes, followed by a wave of emotion.
"Klaus?" he whispered.
"It's really me!" Klaus said, pulling Luther into a dramatic hug. "I'm as real as it gets, big guy."
Luther's gaze shifted to Max, his eyes widening. "And you... you're..."
"Five," Max said, his voice steady despite the storm of feelings inside him. "Though I go by Max now."
Luther stared at him for a long moment before suddenly pulling him into a tight embrace. "I thought I was crazy," Luther murmured. "I've been having these memories—of all of us, of the Academy, of... everything. I didn't think it could be real."
"It's real," Max said, his voice soft. "We're real."
When Luther finally let go, his eyes landed on Y/n. "And you are?"
"I'm Y/n," she said with a smile, offering her hand. "I'm Max's... partner in crime."
"She's the reason we're all here," Max added.
Luther shook her hand, his confusion evident. "I didn't see you in my memories."
"That's because I wasn't part of your past life," Y/n explained. "But I'm part of Max's present."
Luther nodded slowly, his gaze returning to Max. "So... what now? Are we trying to bring everyone back together?"
"That's the plan," Max said. "We've already found Klaus, and now you. Next is Viktor."
On the flight to Saint Petersburg, the atmosphere was lighter, though there was an undercurrent of apprehension.
"So, Viktor's in Russia," Klaus said, leaning back in his seat. "What's he up to these days? Spying for the Kremlin? Running a vodka distillery?"
Max rolled his eyes. "He owns a bar and teaches music lessons. At least, that's what we've found so far."
Luther leaned forward, resting his arms on the tray table. "Do you think Viktor will remember? He was always... different."
"He'll remember," Max said, though he couldn't keep the doubt entirely out of his voice. "He has to."
Y/n placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "If he doesn't, we'll help him. Just like we're helping you."
Finding Viktor proved more challenging than anticipated. They searched for three weeks, following leads that led to dead ends. Finally, they stumbled upon a small, dimly lit bar in a quiet corner of the city.
Inside, the soft strains of a violin filled the air. At the far end of the room, a man sat on a stool, his head bowed as he played.
Max's breath caught. It was Viktor.
The music stopped as the man looked up, his eyes widening as they locked on Max. For a moment, he seemed frozen, his hands trembling slightly.
"Five?" Viktor whispered, his voice barely audible.
Max stepped forward, his heart pounding. "It's me, Viktor."
Viktor stood slowly, his expression a mix of disbelief and fear. "This... this isn't real. You're not real."
"We're real," Klaus said, stepping forward with a grin. "All of us. Well hopefully Ben too, but we're working on that."
Viktor's gaze shifted to Klaus, then to Luther. "I've been having these memories," he said shakily. "But I thought... I thought I was losing my mind."
"You're not," Max said gently. "We all remember, Viktor. And we're here to bring everyone back together."
Tears welled up in Viktor's eyes as he sank back onto the stool. "I don't know if I can do this. I remember... the destruction, the pain I caused. What if we're meant to stay apart?"
Max crouched in front of him, his voice firm. "You didn't cause that pain alone, Viktor. We were all part of it. But we've been given another chance—a chance to be a family again. Don't let fear take that away from us."
Viktor looked at him for a long moment before nodding. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll come with you."
The group left the bar together, their bond stronger despite the lingering uncertainties. With Viktor on board, they were one step closer to reuniting their family.
