Five Hargreeves x Reader Imagines

💫 Loving You Is A Losing Game (Part 2) 💫

(y/n) - your name

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A few weeks had gone by after your confession at your rose garden with Five. You walked past multiple maids and servants who bowed to you, rushing to get the final touches for your 18th birthday party. It was the first party you've had since your 14th one, you couldn't;t stomach celebrating the day your parents died.

Five begged you to celebrate, at least for your coronation as the kingdoms official Queen and you finally agreed. You sighed as you walked up the steps, feeling absolute disgust in your stomach from seeing the decorations and you just wanted to escape. You head towards your father's study, unlocking it with the key around your neck.

It hasn't been touched in years since you had locked up your parent's rooms since their death. The dust had gathered on every inch of surface possible as you walked into the room. Memories flashed past your eyes as you remember the slow but sweet melody of your mother playing the piano as you sat on your father's lap to help him with paperwork.

You sat down in your father's chair gently, trying not to disturb anything as you missed your parents. You stared down at the glass butterfly paperweight you had given to your fathers birthday, gently touching the ice-cold wings as if it would shatter. You tried to wipe the dust off, accidentally shifting the butterfly when you heard a sudden click and a secret compartment opens up.

It the compartment laid an old and almost mouldy book that looked like it would turn into dust itself as you picked it up. "I don't remember this." You open the book and realise it was a diary log belonging to your father. You turn the pages and see a picture of you on the day of your 14th birthday with your toothy grin and tilted crown.

You read through the passage, frowning at the words of 'power' and 'experiment'. "He, experimented on me?" You hiss out in anger and sadness of the lies that hid in the book. You aggressively flipped through the page filled with many logs of your stats until you stopped at a picture of a man with your father. You gasped, fingers gripping the book tightly as you fumed recognising the man that stood next to your father. You father had his arm around the man's shoulder of his supposed partner who the both of them had experimented on you.

"Reginald Hargreeves." You yell out, pushing the table as it flips over with the books scattering on the floor. You screamed loudly, throwing books around and throwing the butterfly as it smashed against the wall and shattered. You panted out and realise what you've done, crumbling to the floor and gently picking up a shattered glass wing as you cried.

What you didn't realise was a certain someone watching you with sad eyes.