Just shifting some old imagines into a new book cause Physical reached its max chapters lol
Five Hargreeves x Reader
⚠️~ MATURE THEMES ~⚠️
Imagines:
~ 20/08/2020 - ?? ~
❌ Request open? ❌
💫 = Story set in an alternate universe
☂️ = Story connected w...
It was another quiet and quaint night, the sounds of life being soothed to sleep as the stars twinkled in the sky while the moon hung high and full. The air was sweet and gentle, soft winds blowing through the pathways between the cobbled buildings of the small village.
Petals of stray and broken roses swept through the air, fluttering past shut doorways, travelling as if to find someone that would open a door to them. They fluttered towards a warm and small village library that was tucked away between large buildings, almost as if it tried to stay hidden from the world. The windows were decorated with other flowers that hung like garlands from the roof, a sense of magic roaming around the library as fireflies flew by the windows.
The library door gently opened, a tingle of the doorbell breaking the calm quiet as the woman inside drifted between bookshelves to stack away books. Her skirt flowed around her, her hair twirling as she hummed and cleaned the shelves.
She glanced at the old grandfather clock, one that had seen decades and generations of civilisation grow and collapse. Now it stood along with her, telling her the time that slowly ticked by. The woman turned once she heard the doorbell ring, wondering who could've come to her library so late at night and how they found her library.
She peered past the shelves and saw a small girl, eyes wide and hair frantic as if she ran like her life depended on it. "Are you lost?" The woman asked gently, lowering her height so as to not scare the child who looked at her like she witnessed a miracle or a fairytale come true.
"You're actually real..." the little girl whispered, her curly black hair framing her toothy smile and the woman chuckles softly. "The woman of the moving library."
"Now what makes you say that?" the woman urged the little girl to go on to tell her story.
"My snowglobe told me." the woman instantly grabbed her necklace as she noticed the familiar snowglobe in the hands of the little girl, a swirling storm of snowflakes evermoving in the confines of the crystal clear glass.
"It can't be..." the woman mutters in shock, feeling the bulge of her own snowglobe that rested against her heart. "And what did your snowglobe tell you?" the woman brought the girl closer to a couch so she could rest, draping a blanket over her in case she got cold.
"It said to follow the rose petals to find its missing soulmate and it brought me here. Its soulmate looked after a magic library that moved places every day." the woman smiles gently at the little girl who was beaming with excitement thinking she was at the said library.
