Number Five Imagines

The Fainting Incident

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/n can't stand the sight of blood, which leads to a funny situation.

Warnings: none

It was a peaceful Saturday morning in the Hargreeves household. Y/n was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, humming softly to herself, while Five was engrossed in one of his many intricate projects at the dining table. Their children, Maddie and Milo, were still fast asleep, the house enjoying a rare moment of calm.

Y/n smiled as she flipped a pancake, the aroma filling the kitchen. She loved these moments, the simple domesticity of it all. Five glanced up from his work, momentarily distracted by the delightful smell.

"Smells good, love," he said, a rare, genuine smile gracing his features.

"Thanks," Y/n replied, beaming back at him. "Pancakes should be ready in a few minutes."

Just as she was about to pour another dollop of batter onto the griddle, she heard a small, sharp hiss. Turning around, she saw Five examining his finger, a drop of blood oozing from a fresh cut.

"Oh my God, Five! Are you okay?" she exclaimed, rushing over.

"It's just a small cut, nothing to worry about," Five assured her, but his words were cut off by Y/n's sudden paling complexion. Her eyes fixated on the blood, and before Five could react, she swayed and collapsed in a faint.

"Y/n!" Five shouted, jumping up from his chair.

At that exact moment, Diego walked into the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He stopped short, taking in the scene: Y/n sprawled on the floor, Five kneeling beside her with a mildly bleeding finger.

"What the hell happened?" Diego asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Y/n fainted," Five said, looking exasperated. "She can't handle the sight of blood."

Diego smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Does your wife often faint at the sight of you?"

Five rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Diego. Help me get her to the couch."

With Diego's help, they carefully lifted Y/n and carried her to the living room couch. Five gently placed a cushion under her head and sat by her side, waiting for her to wake up. Diego leaned against the doorway, still amused by the whole situation.

After a few moments, Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, her vision clearing to see Five's concerned face hovering over her.

"Hey there," Five said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/n managed a weak smile, trying to make light of the situation. "You see, darling, you make me weak."

Five couldn't help but laugh, his earlier worry dissipating. "You scared me for a second there," he said, still chuckling. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Y/n reassured him, sitting up slowly. "I just... really can't stand the sight of blood."

Diego, who had been quietly observing, snorted. "That's an understatement."

Y/n glanced at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Alright, alright, it's a bit more than just 'not liking it.'"

Five wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "It's okay. I'll just make sure to keep my blood to myself from now on."

"Please do," Y/n said, resting her head on his shoulder. "And maybe next time, just use a band-aid without showing me."

"Deal," Five agreed, kissing the top of her head.

Diego shook his head, grinning. "You two are something else. I'm going to finish my coffee. Try not to faint again, Y/n."

As Diego left the room, Five and Y/n stayed on the couch, enjoying the quiet moment.

"You know," Y/n said, looking up at him, "despite all the chaos, I wouldn't trade this life for anything."

"Neither would I," Five replied, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "Even with the fainting and all."

Y/n chuckled, feeling grateful for her husband and their quirky, loving life together. "Good to know."

The rest of the day passed without further incident, filled with laughter, family, and the comforting knowledge that no matter what happened, they had each other, fainting and all.