✓ REVERIE | F. HARGREEVES

Claire

Holy-
five being a soft uncle?
yes.

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I walk into the Hargreeves' estate, and I hear laughter coming from the living room.

I cautiously walk over and peek my head around the corner. I gasp at what I see.

There's Claire, sitting in a pink crown and boa, a white teacup in hand, her stuffed animals arrayed around their blanket, all having small white tea cups of their own.

And then there's Five.

A silver crown on his head, a blue boa, and a navy mug with what looks like black coffee.

I aww at the sight, my usually tough boyfriend with his tea party get up, all for his niece.

Who is this boy and what has he done to my boyfriend?

"Mr. Five, how is you're coffee?" Claire says with a mock British accent.

"Yes Five, that black coffee is looking scrumptious! Especially with those pink cupcakes!" I say, trying so hard not to laugh.

His cheeks heat up and he laughs awkwardly. "Claire, Y/n's here now. I told you we'd play until she got here." Five says, obviously embarrassed.

"No Uncle Fivey!" Claire pouts.

"Yeah Fivey! I'll play with you guys. You look like you're having so much fun!" I say, sitting on a pillow.

I take a purple crown and matching boa, taking a teacup with milk in it. I sip exaggeratedly, making Claire laugh. "Why, this is delightful." I say which makes the little girl grin.

She turns her head and squeals, a smile lighting up her face. "Auntie Klaus!!! Come play with us!" She shouts and and runs over to Klaus who has just entered, and he picks her up and sits the small girl on his hip.

"Only if Five and Y/n play." He says with a smirk.

"No! It's your turn!" Five says, scrambling out of his outfit.

I giggle and he hugs me from behind, hiding his face in my neck.

"Yeah, Auntie Klaus, you're more fun than Five. He only lets me paint one hand." Clair says.

"Oh my gosh. That was the cutest thing I've ever heard!" I squeal and turn and kiss Five's cheek.

He grumbles something about 'annoying family' and marches upstair.

I follow him, giggling along the way. "Fives, that was adorable! I didn't know you were so good with kids!" I say, jumping onto his bed.

"Well, you weren't supposed to know I guess." He mumbles.

"But seriously, you should wear a tiara more often." I say, ruffling his hair. "It's like, the cutest thing ever."

He pouts and I smirk at him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a soft, yet sweet kiss.

"You're going to me a great dad one day." I breathe against his lips as I pull away. (i'm ready for the iM tHe dADdY hErE comments. bring it on.)

"And you're going to be a great mom." He says.

"And a plus, your kids are going to be hot as fuck. I mean, could you imagine little Fives?" I giggle and he hugs me tightly, kissing my forehead.

"How about little Five and Y/n's?" He mumbles.

"I would love that." I smile and hug him tightly.

"Y/N!" I hear from downstairs. "UNCLE FIVEY! COME PLAY TAG WITH US! GIRLS VERSUS BOYS!" Claire calls from downstairs.

We both laugh to ourselves and run downstairs.