Number Five Imagines

The Case of the Missing Wedding Ring

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

For a man who had tackled apocalypses, and timelines, Five Hargreeves was astonishingly unprepared for the moment he discovered his wedding ring was missing. He stared at his empty finger, the gravity of the situation dawning on him as he rummaged through his pockets for the tenth time.

"Y/n is going to kill me," Five muttered, running a hand through his hair. The ring had been a symbol of their bond, a piece of eternity they had vowed to keep. And now, it was gone.

Determined to find the ring before Y/n noticed, Five decided to enlist the help of his siblings. The mansion was a labyrinth of hiding spots, and if anyone could help, it was the rest of the Hargreeves.

He found Klaus lounging in the living room, casually flipping through a fashion magazine. "Klaus," Five began, trying to keep his voice steady, "I need your help."

Klaus looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, bro. What's up?"

Five hesitated, then blurted out, "I lost my wedding ring. I need to find it before Y/n realizes it's gone."

A grin spread across Klaus's face. "Oh, this is going to be fun. You know she's going to murder you, right?"

"Thanks for the encouragement," Five replied dryly. "Are you going to help me or not?"

Klaus stood up, stretching dramatically. "Of course, dear brother. Let's find that symbol of eternal love before Y/n finds you and makes you wish you were dead."

Five and Klaus's search quickly spiraled into chaos as they recruited the rest of their siblings.

Luther took the mission seriously, meticulously checking every corner and crevice of the mansion. "Are you sure you didn't lose it outside?" he asked, lifting the couch to peer underneath.

"I'm sure," Five replied, exasperated. "It has to be here somewhere."

Diego, on the other hand, approached the situation with his usual intensity, flipping over cushions and even dismantling parts of the kitchen. "Maybe it slipped off when you were washing your hands," he suggested, checking the drain for the third time.

Allison joined the hunt with a sense of determination, her focus on finding the ring unwavering. "Don't worry, Five. We'll find it," she reassured him, peeking into cabinets and drawers.

Viktor, ever the calm presence, methodically sifted through various rooms, his face a mask of concentration. "Have you retraced all your steps?" he asked, glancing up from his careful search of the library.

Meanwhile, Klaus provided a running commentary, much to Five's annoyance. "Maybe the ring ran off because it felt neglected," he joked, earning a glare from Five.

As the search dragged on, Five grew increasingly anxious. He couldn't help but imagine Y/n's reaction if he returned empty-handed.

The siblings gathered in the kitchen, their faces a mix of concern and amusement. "What if we can't find it?" Five asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"We will," Allison said firmly. "We just need to think. Where's the one place you haven't looked?"

Five thought for a moment, then his eyes widened. "The attic. I was up there earlier looking for an old book. Maybe it fell off while I was moving boxes."

The group hurried to the attic, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. Klaus couldn't resist a final quip. "If we find a ghost up there wearing your ring, I'm out of here."

The attic was cluttered with dusty old furniture and boxes of forgotten treasures. Five waded through the mess, his eyes scanning the floor. His heart pounded as he reached the spot where he had been earlier.

There, amidst a pile of old books and papers, glinted a small silver ring.

"I found it!" Five exclaimed, relief flooding his voice. He picked up the ring, inspecting it closely to make sure it was undamaged.

Klaus clapped him on the back. "Nice going, Sherlock. Now you just have to come up with a story for why you spent the whole day frantically tearing the house apart."

Five slipped the ring back on his finger, the familiar weight reassuring. "Thanks, everyone," he said, a rare smile touching his lips. "I owe you one."

Later that evening, Five sat on the couch, his arm around Y/n as they watched a movie. She hadn't noticed anything amiss, and Five was determined to keep it that way.

As the credits rolled, Y/n glanced up at him. "You seem unusually quiet today," she said, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Five's heart skipped a beat. "Just tired," he replied smoothly. "Long day."

Y/n nodded, her attention returning to the screen. "Well, I'm glad i'm home. I missed you."

Five smiled, the warmth in her voice easing the last of his anxiety. He tightened his arm around her, grateful that the crisis had been averted.

In the kitchen, Klaus and Diego exchanged knowing glances, barely suppressing their laughter. "Think he'll tell her?" Diego whispered.

"Not a chance," Klaus replied with a grin. "But you know what? I think she already knows."