Number Five Imagines

Candlelight Confessions

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The sudden flicker and then the complete darkness caught Five Hargreeves and Y/n off guard as they were finishing dinner in their cozy home. The hum of the refrigerator died, and the glow of the overhead lights vanished, leaving them in a silence only broken by the rustling of leaves outside and the distant roll of thunder.

Five groaned softly, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like the storm knocked the power out."

Y/n, her eyes sparkling even in the dim light, shrugged playfully. "Well, it's not the first time we've dealt with a blackout."

Five smirked, reaching for a candle on the table. "When we ended up dancing together without music, just a room full of candles and the two of us."

Y/n giggled, nodding. "Exactly. You have to admit, you're quite the dancer when you want to be."

As Five fumbled for the lighter, Y/n found her phone and used the flashlight to help him light the candles scattered around their home. Soon, a warm, flickering glow filled the room, casting long shadows on the walls and giving the space an intimate ambiance.

"See?" Y/n said, setting her phone down. "This is kind of romantic, don't you think?"

Five grinned, pulling her into a hug. "Leave it to you to make a power outage romantic."

They settled on the couch, a soft blanket draped over their laps, the candles flickering around them like tiny stars. Five glanced at the window, the rain tapping gently against the glass.

"So, what should we do to pass the time?" he asked, leaning back and stretching his legs out.

Y/n tilted her head, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "How about we tell each other stories? Childhood memories, maybe. Things we haven't shared before."

Five raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You want to dive into the nostalgia pool, huh? Alright, you start."

Y/n smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Okay, let's see. When I was six, my family took a trip to the beach. I remember building this huge sandcastle. I spent the entire day working on it, imagining it as a grand fortress."

Five's eyes softened as he watched her, captivated by the glow of the candlelight on her face. "What happened to the sandcastle?"

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. "A big wave came and swept it all away. I was devastated at first, but then my dad helped me build another one. He said, 'Sometimes things get washed away, but that just means you get to start fresh and make something even better.'"

Five nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Your dad sounds like a wise man."

"He is," Y/n said softly. "Now it's your turn. Tell me something from your childhood."

Five sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling as he thought. "Alright. When I was around eight, before I got pulled into the apocalypse mess, I used to sneak into Reginald's study. He had all these old books about time travel and science. I'd sit there for hours, just reading and imagining all the places I could go."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't know you were into time travel even back then."

Five chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I was always fascinated by the idea of bending time to my will. But the funny part is, I once tried to build a time machine out of cardboard boxes and kitchen utensils. I was convinced it would work."

Y/n laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I wish I could've seen that. Did it work?"

Five shook his head, grinning. "Not even close. But it taught me to keep experimenting, to never give up on the things that intrigued me."

They shared more stories, each memory painting a picture of who they were and how far they had come. As the evening wore on, the flickering candles casting a soft glow around them, they found themselves inching closer, the warmth of their shared history wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.

After a particularly funny story about Five trying to impress a girl at Griddy's Doughnuts with a poorly executed magic trick that Klaus had taught him, Y/n leaned in, her laughter fading into a tender smile. "You know, Five, I love hearing these stories about you. It makes me feel even closer to you."

Five reached out, taking her hand in his, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. "I feel the same way. It's like we're weaving our pasts together, creating something even stronger."

Y/n's eyes shimmered with emotion, and she squeezed his hand. "Promise me something, Five."

"Anything," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always be there for each other. Through every blackout, every storm, every unexpected twist in our lives."

Five's gaze locked onto hers, a fierce determination burning in his eyes. "I promise, Y/n. I'll always be there for you. I'll love you through every moment, no matter how dark or challenging."

Y/n's smile was radiant, and she leaned in to kiss him softly, the warmth of his lips grounding her in the promise they had made. "And I promise to always stand by you, Five. No matter where time takes us."

They sat in the quiet glow of the candlelight, their hands intertwined, feeling the strength of their bond deepen with every shared story and whispered promise. As the storm outside began to wane and the first hints of power flickered back to life, Five and Y/n remained on the couch, wrapped in the glow of their memories and the certainty of their love, ready to face every blackout together.