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Hi can I request something with Jenna Ortega for the Saturday sleepover. Thanks!

Make it work; Jenna/Reader

Summary: Reader's brother brings his girlfriend home on their weekend visit from college. The two don't really get along, but somehow find a way to find common ground.

Content: Infidelity, enemies to lovers sorta kinda, oral sex, fingering, and a little tit play.

WC: 5.7k

visits homes were made on two conditions:

1) Her parents let her fly under the radar, not telling anyone that she's coming home for the weekend.

2) There will be no family events (with Thanksgiving and Christmas as the only exceptions) that she is obligated to go to.

Technically her parents hadn't broken that promise, but they didn't tell her that along with her visiting, her little brother and his new girlfriend will also be in town as well.

"She's a really sweet girl, Y/n, and your brother is very excited for all of us to meet her. You can just pretend to be happy for the weekend, right?"

Despite there only being a two year difference between the two, Y/n still saw Isaac as goofy 15-year-old instead of the college sophomore he is. She would always clown him for being awkward with girls and having crushes on her friends. Something seemed to switch overnight the moment he stepped onto a college campus. After 4 years of failing to find a girl to date him in high school, it only took him a month into his first year to start messing around with girls. Y/n has been spared all the gory details, but she knows her brother was participating in the usual college fuckboy activities. Now as a sophomore he decides it’s time to get into a serious relationship and “change his ways”. They were driving over 5 hours just to come for three and a half days. She hasn't heard much about his "girlfriend" except for what she learned from her parents in the past few hours. She was a bit bitter that her brother hadn't told her first and didn't tell her anything at all.

Her escape home from college is supposed to be just that, an escape. But, with Isaac bringing home his first ever girlfriend, there is bound to be a spectacle. One of her nosy aunts will somehow find out and find their way over and make it a big event. Isaac and his girlfriend are set to arrive within an hour and by then Y/n suspects that her entire extended family will know.

"Who even is this girl anyway? It feels like we're rolling out the red carpet for her...for them."

"Don't act like it wasn't the same for when you brought home your first boyfriend. Even though we knew you really didn't like him, it was still a milestone for you! That wasn't very important for you, but this is very important for your brother. He loves this girl-"

"He's 19 and a sophomore in college — there will be plenty of girls he 'loves'."

"That may be true, but he really likes this girl. So for one weekend, just be happy for your little brother."

Y/n's mother isn't making a suggestion, she's demanding it. The look in her mother's eyes is recognizable, one that easily made her shut up. Her complaints will continue to fall on deaf ears because this weekend is not about her. If she wants to be holed up in her room the entire time while the rest of them enjoy the weekend, then neither of her parents will stop her. However, her mother will not let her sabotage this weekend with her attitude.

"I think they're here," her father chimes in from the kitchen.

There is the unmistakable sound of a car motor coming from outside. Y/n's mom jumps up from the couch with excitement before rushing towards the door. Y/n hasn't seen her mother act like this in years, not since she came back home for her first break from college. She was seriously this excited to meet some random girl that her brother will probably not be with by the end of this summer. Her parents were doting too hard on her little brother just because he was awkward with girls for the entirety of his time in high school, but who isn't?

Y/n was completely turned off by the cheesiness of the reunion and meeting of this girl. Her mother threw her arms around his girlfriend as if she had known her for years. She takes a step back to look at her before fawning at her, "you're so adorable!" The four of them were too chummy for her liking — even her father was gushing.

When they got to Y/n she's sure they expected her to have the same reaction as the three of them, but she couldn't muster up the energy to put on a performance for some random girl she's not going to think twice about once this trip is over.

"Hi! I'm Jenna!"

There was something about this girl that Y/n didn't like, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what. Something about her bubbly little personality seemed fake. Certainly she should've known that wearing a low cut top to meet your boyfriend's parents for the first time wasn't appropriate.

"Hi."

If looks could kill then Y/n's mother would be doing life. For one weekend she wanted her daughter to quell the 'ice princess' act and even just pretend to be happy.

"Do you need help getting settled in?" Y/n's mother intervened before the situation could become tense. "I can show you to the guest room!"

"Sure, I'd love that!"

Y/n felt like the odd one out. The entire night was about the lovely couple that is her little brother and his perky little girlfriend. Her mother cooked his favorite meal as if she wasn't home from college too. Her master's program was killing her and she would've appreciated her mom throwing in a little something for her too. But no, it was all about Isaac and Jenna. If she had known that she was in for a long, annoying weekend, she would've stayed miles away from this place.

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Her resent was obvious to everyone. Everyone except Jenna. Y/n felt like the girl was a little too dumb for her own good. A part of her felt like an absolute bitch for thinking that way, but her annoyance over her parents constant fawning over those two really irked her. They really wanted Y/n to be a part of their joy when it didn't matter to her. Her getting along with Jenna doesn't matter seeing that the girl and her brother are not going to last. It's college, and they're only sophomores. This isn't some great love that's going to stand the test of time. All it takes is one party, one glance at another person, or one stressful semester before it all ends up crashing down. Y/n won't revel in the eventual demise, but she's certainly going to rub it in her parents face to never take her brother's little flings seriously ever again.

"We'll be back by six. You know how your father gets at the Tommy Bahama semi-annual sale. You promise to play nice and maybe hangout with your brother and his girlfriend?"

"Yeah, okay, just bring me back a pretzel."

Y/n hadn't seen her brother or his girlfriend since last night's dinner, and she plans to keep it that way. In fact she wasn't planning on seeing anyone for the rest of the night. With her parents, who surely won't be home by six, out of the house, and the other two most likely having plans, she was prepared for a day alone. She wondered if she still had the vibrator she bought when she was 19 under her bed...

She mentally flipped through all the things she could do today with an empty house. So lost in thought that she didn't hear the rustling and voices upstairs. What pulled her out of her thoughts was the sound of feet bolting down the stairs.

"See you, sis!"

"Wait! Where the hell are you going?!"

When she caught the first glimpse of her brother, he looked like he had been caught. Yet he quickly straightened up and gave her that smile he loves to flash whenever he wants to evade trouble. What was missing was his little girlfriend which made Y/n furrow her brow. She swears that if he's pulling what she thinks he's pulling, her parents are going to come back home to him tied up.

"To see my friends!" He answers as if there wasn't an elephant in the room. Jenna was nowhere to be found yet he was trying to leave.

"What about your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, she's gonna stay here. Please play nice, okay?!"

"You sound like-" The door slams behind her brother, "mom."

Isaac didn't give a damn. End of story. He was going to leave his girlfriend alone in a house with someone who doesn't care to engage with her at all.

Y/n can't help but feel a little bit bad for the brat. That was a shitty thing for her brother to do and it shows that he probably shouldn't be in a committed relationship. If something like this happened to her, she would take the car back to campus and leave them stranded.

"Asshole," she mumbles under her breath before getting up from the kitchen island. There is nothing she can do about her brother's dickhead move, so she just climbs the stairs to head back to her bedroom.

Now, just because she felt bad didn't mean she was going to overcompensate. Today is her day, plus she still finds Jenna to be annoying. But, it's like the younger girl didn't get the hint over dinner last night because when she spots Y/n her eyes light up.

"Hi! It looks like it's just us today!"

"It looks like it's just you today. I have plans."

"Oh are you leaving the house too?"

"No."

"Then it is just us today I suppose."

Y/n was a little flustered at her comment. That wasn't her intention, but Y/n felt like Jenna was trying to poke at her on purpose.

"You can do whatever you want, just don't bother me."

And just like that, Y/n had closed the door in Jenna's face just like Isaac did to her earlier. She really couldn't claim her brother to be the asshole when she was just as rude to Jenna. But, that's not her problem, is it?

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If there was one way for Jenna to describe this family it would be odd.

Isaac's parents were nice, but everyone didn't seem to want to be around each other like. From the picture he painted her about his family, Jenna expected things like family game nights or family outings. Instead she was stuck in the childhood bedroom of her boyfriend's while everyone except for his moody sister was out and about. She had asked, even begged, Isaac to take her with her but he insisted it was "boys' night." She came all this way just to sit in his outdated room, alone on a Saturday night. She can't help but feel lied to about everything; his family, their plans for the weekend, and how he feels about her. Meeting the parents was supposed to be a big step in their relationship, but she just feels so discarded. Sure, they showed interest in getting to know her at dinner, but she doesn't know if they approve of her or not. Jenna feels like she loves Isaac, but she feels uncertain about everything right now.

The only thing she could do was make the best out of time alone. She didn't have any idea what to do, but she remembered Isaac telling her about a secret Jacuzzi their parents had on a private balcony. He told her how to get to it without getting caught because he promised that they would use it while everyone was asleep. She had packed her bathing suit for that exact reason, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. She changed out of her regular clothes and into the pink bathing suit before wrapping herself in one of Isaac's towels. It was covered in dinosaurs and looked two be more than 10 years old. 'Really?' she thought to herself. Thank god no one is going to see her like this.

She left Isaac's room and tip-toed through the halls so as to not disturb Y/n. Y/n was on her ass for some reason and it was secretly bothering her. She felt it was very important for everybody in her boyfriend's family likes her, but Y/n seemed adamant about keeping her distance. Maybe Y/n was just being a protective big sister, but Jenna couldn't help but feel a little ostracized. The best thing she felt to do was just stay out of Y/n's way.

What didn't cross her mind as she made her trek to that coveted jacuzzi was that Y/n probably knew about it too. Jenna felt like was doing her a favor by fucking off to a part of the house that seemed unknown. But, she was in for a shock when she saw Y/n already lounging in the jacuzzi. She had a big pair of headphones and had her head back. She almost looked like she was sleeping. It was the most peaceful Y/n has looked this entire time.

Jenna's instinct was to turn around; to make her escape without Y/n noticing her. She was still feeling weird about being left here alone, and more and more she was feeling like an intruder. Y/n hates her and the last thing Jenna should do is bother her and make it worse. However, a second voice was telling her to not leave.

'No. No...don't turn around. She's not going to do anything besides bitch and complain. You're used to that by now, you can handle it.'

Where the sudden confidence came from, Jenna doesn't know, but now she feels like it's too late to back out. She stealthily walks over to the jacuzzi, doing her best not to disturb Y/n.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Jenna felt her heart almost come to a stop. How did Y/n notice her? Surely she was quiet enough. She hadn't even gotten in yet.

Y/n sits up and lifts her sunglasses to stare at her brother's girlfriend. Isaac must've told her about the jacuzzi because there is no way she would be able to discover it on her own. Y/n was pissed, more so at her brother than Jenna. If she had been left alone in a stranger's home she probably would've gotten bored and done the same. However she's not keen on extending any grave to Jenna who is now disturbing her peace.

"How did you find this?"

"I-I..."

Of course Jenna had no answer. Y/n was only asking to taunt her.

"You know you're not supposed to be up here, right?"

"A-Are you?"

"Hm. Touché."

When she wasn't trying so hard to impress the parents, she actually had a little bite to her albeit she was still nervous in Y/n's presence. Since she was already here now, Y/n figures she'll let her in.

"Well, I guess we can both fit in here."

Jenna felt a weird sense of pride. Yes, Y/n still couldn't be bothered with her presence, but she had given in.

It was awkward, Y/n couldn't lie. She tried to ignore Jenna's presence, but it was hard to. Their legs would bump together every now and then to which Jenna would profusely apologize about. Y/n shrugged it off, but she found Jenna's constant apologizing to be insufferable. Why was she trying so hard to get Y/n to like her?

Curiosity began to nag at her for the first time since she met the girl.

"Jenna."

Jenna is taking back by Y/n actually calling her name. She thought that maybe it was either a mistake or she was imagining things. Until she calls her name again.

"Doesn't it kind of annoy you that my brother just left you stranded here?"

Yes.

"No, not really! He's been talking about seeing his friends for a while now so I'm happy for him!"

"He brought you here just so he could spend time with his boys...got it."

"I-I don't think it's like that Y/n."

"I think it is, Jenny."

Jenna flared her nostrils at Y/n purposefully calling her the wrong name. It was much better when there was awkward silence between them. Y/n had been poking at her since she arrived with her boyfriend. One of Jenna's friends had warned her about the possibility of dealing with a bitchy older sister or helicopter parent, but she had brushed it off. Yet the moment she entered the house Y/n had been dismissive of her. The one thing Jenna wanted out of this trip was to be liked by her boyfriend's family. She still feels like she can make Y/n like her.

"Isaac and I are really happy together, Y/n. Things aren't perfect, but he's trying! You should have more faith in him seeing that he's your brother and all."

"I'm on your side. If my boyfriend left me all alone I'd be pissed. You should be pissed."

The more Y/n brings it up, the less Jenna is able to push down her real feelings. She's not pissed like Y/n keeps suggesting, but she's disappointed that Isaac isn't really doing his best to make her feel included. Some of his friends have girlfriends, why couldn't they have done a group hang. She could've gotten a break from Y/n's coldness and met some other girls and possibly gotten closer to them. Instead she's forced to make this relationship between her and her boyfriend's older sister work.

"I guess it's a little annoying."

"I told you."

"But, it's not as annoying as you constantly being mean to me."

For the second time today Y/n was taken back by this newfound bravery from Jenna. It made her both grow respect for her and the urge to put her back in her place.

"It's just funny watching you be so desperate for approval. I can understand why you want my parents to like you, but they have low standards. But me? I'm just the older sister. I love Isaac to death but we aren't exactly the best of siblings. You'd be better kissing up to his friends and their girlfriends, not me."

Jenna sighs. She didn't expect Y/n to really understand (not because she can't, but because she doesn't want to). It was starting to annoy her more than upset her at this point.

"I just don't get why you don't like me? I'm not asking to be best friends, but is the bitchy act so important that you can't even be decent to me?"

The more time she spent around the twerp, the more Y/n became amused by her. Jenna reminds her of a teacher's pet, someone who needs to be liked by an important authority figure. Maybe Isaac talked her up as some big sister, but Y/n found their relationship to be typical, so the fawning from little Jenna was strange. However, the little devil on her shoulder is telling her to use it to her advantage. Jenna is a cute girl, and obviously unsatisfied in life. Y/n can see it in her eyes that she's not happy nor having a good time.

"Life isn't that simple, Jen. People aren't going to magically fall in love with you. Some things need to be earned." Y/n can see it written on Jenna's face that she's trying to think of ways to earn Y/n's respect. "But, you seem like the type that tries, I'll give you that."

"Well you could at least try to play nice," Jenna whispers under her breath, but she's too close for Y/n not to hear.

"I can play nice, but you might not like how I play."

The way she says the word 'play' is chilling. She's completely fucking around and Jenna is just letting her do so. She's a smart girl, and she knows what's up, but she's not bold enough to speak it out loud.

"I can show you though," Y/n continues. "If you're not scared. I would never make you do anything you don't want to do." Y/n's voice was still colored in her teasing tone, but she was being honest.

Jenna was alone, left behind by her boyfriend to go fuck around with his friends. Maybe it was the anger she felt towards him and the way he doesn't seem to care that much, but for the first time in her life she's willing to do something wrong. But it was for the approval of his boyfriend's big sister, so it's not completely fucked she rationalizes.

"What is it you had in mind?"

"Come over here, Jenna."

There wasn't time for waiting when Y/n was looking at her like that, her body was moving on its own. The bubbles fizz against her skin as she moves through the water. She doesn't think she's been so close to someone else like she is to Y/n right now. There is a certain intimacy that exists in this moment that Jenna isn't even sure she's felt in her relationship. Maybe she's not that into Isaac if she's willing to cheat on him just because he left her alone. Y/n's approval is now less about their relationship and more about Jenna herself.

"Have you ever eaten a girl out?" Y/n was bold in asking. She sort of regrets it when she sees the look on Jenna's face. "You don't have to answer that."

"No, no, it's okay. I've never been with another girl at all."

"Really? No drunken kisses? No weird sorority shit?"

Jenna shakes her head no, and Y/n believes her. She hates to be one of the girl's first, but so be it.

"Don't worry, I'll show you what to do."

The water cascades off Y/n's body as she lifts herself out of the jacuzzi. She rests her back against the house. Her legs spread as an invite for Jenna to come in. She was still covered by her bikini but it was little and it didn't leave much to the imagination. Jenna never had wandering eyes, but she can't deny that Y/n is hot.

Y/n hooks her fingers in her bikini to pull them to the side. Jenna can't pull her eyes away from Y/n's center as she exposes herself. Little droplets slide down her inner thigh and her pussy looks like a treat.

"Don't be shy." Y/n grabs the back of her head and guides her in closer.

Jenna places a hand on each of Y/n's thighs, unintentionally spreading them wider.

"Ooh, I knew you'd be an eager one."

Jenna looks up at her for more reassurance. Y/n's clit was dying to be touched, of course she was going to nod her head in encouragement.

"Touch me like you would touch yourself."

Now that's something Jenna knows all about. The only difference is that she's never been face to face with herself, but still she's trying -- she's come too far not to work hard.

"Oh fuck!"

Y/n nearly melts when Jenna presses her thumb against her clit. She's slow to start but very nimble as she massages the bundle of nerves. Y/n's fortitude slips a little as pleasure takes precedence over her game.

"Just like that," she whines in the most needy way.

The praise made the younger girl move her thumb faster and harder against Y/n's clit. Hearing her moan and watching her writhe made Jenna feel so much bolder. The older, meaner Y/n was mewling like a kitty cat for her. Jenna can feel Y/n's clit pulsing against her thumb and if it was up to her, Jenna would make her cum. Y/n, however, has other plans. She pulls Jenna's hand away from her sex. One look into each other's eyes and Jenna knows what Y/n wants. She pulls Jenna's hand away from her sex. One look into each other's eyes and Jenna knows what Y/n wants. She presses her face into her sex, her tongue not hesitating to dive into Y/n's warm cunt. She feels her head engulfed in Y/n's plush thighs before they're pulled away. Y/n has to tame herself because she wants to see Jenna's pretty face between her legs.

'First time my ass.'

Y/n can't help but be impressed by how good Jenna is doing. She licks her a little sloppily but the enthusiasm is welcomed. In fact she was eating her like she had been starved. She figured Jenna was repressed, but not this much.

Her tongue slides through her folds to collect her arousal. Every few seconds her tongue swipes past Y/n's opening and then back up to her clit. Y/n's legs tremble in excitement every time her clit is teased. She sort of edged herself by making Jenna stop earlier but she's feeling the insatiable need to release bubbles in her belly again. The purpose of this was to make Jenna kneel, but now her wet tongue is dragging Y/n down to her level. Both are hungry for pleasure.

Y/n pushes the stray hairs out of Jenna's face so it's not obscured. Jenna just looks so much prettier in between her legs.

"You're not so bad at this, Jenny."

It's hard to sound condescending towards someone when they're making you shiver with pleasure. Y/n can feel her clit pulsing against Jenna's tongue. She feels the fire in her belly as Jenna keeps going. There's something so sexy about how determined she is. Y/n can see how desperate she still is for approval deep in her eyes. Y/n begins to fantasize about what it would be like to take Jenna in different ways. She'd love to watch her tits bounce as she rides her strap. She can already imagine what her moans would sound like. The thoughts help drive Y/n over the edge and she cums against Jenna's tongue.

She feels a little bad that she can't control how her hips buck in pleasure. Like the newbie she is, Jenna doesn't hold onto Y/n's hips to control her. Instead she lets her mouth detach from Y/n's pussy. It's too bad because she already misses the taste of Y/n on her tongue. Jenna does her best not to seem so desperate, but her words betray her.

"W-Was that good?"

Y/n doesn't say anything, she just laughs.

"Come here."

Jenna listens, standing to face her boyfriend's sister. Y/n takes in her appearance; she looks a bit of a mess. Her bikini top somehow got fucked up in the process and exposes one of her nipples. Her chin is wet, and Y/n doesn't know if it's her own cum or if it's water from the Jacuzzi. Curiosity makes her desperate to know. She leans forward and kisses Jenna on her soft, pink lips. She feels Jenna stiffen from the unexpected kiss. When she pulls back Jenna looks like she's stuck on stupid.

"It was alright," Y/n lies. "I guess, good enough for you to deserve this."

Jenna furrows her brow in confusion until Y/n presses her body against hers and slips her hand down her bikini bottoms. A groan instantly escapes her mouth when she feels Y/n's hand press against her clit. Similar to earlier, Jenna's thighs wrap around Y/n's hand but unlike Y/n she doesn't draw back. She becomes this feral little thing who grinds herself against Y/n's hand. Y/n can't help but laugh at her again. She wasn't laughing to be mean or make her feel bad, no, she was loving this.

"When was the last time you came?"

"A m-month ago."

"Figures."

It was surprising that Jenna could still speak. There was a difference in how Y/n handled her and how Jenna handled Y/n. Y/n is used to this and it shows. She truly doesn't know much about Jenna, but she knows how to pick her apart. Y/n kisses her shoulder while she rubs her clit a little more faster now. Her hand was sticky with Jenna's arousal. She places one more kiss to her shoulder before she bends over to take the one exposed nipple in her mouth. Jenna throws her head back in ecstasy, and if it wasn't for Y/n pinning her to the wall of the jacuzzi she wouldn't be able to stand up.

"It feels like you're going to cum already."

Y/n slips two fingers inside of Jenna just to feel her walls pulsating against her. Jenna lets out a moan louder than she's ever heard from herself before. Y/n keeps sucking on her nipples while rubbing her sweet spot. Jenna feels like her senses are going to overload from all the pleasure. No one has given her body this much attention at once and it's a sad reminder for why she didn't really care about cheating on her boyfriend in the first place, with his sister no less.

Jenna is still too shy to vocalize how good Y/n is making her feel, but her moans tell the story for her. Y/n loves hearing every little whimper and groan that comes from her mouth. She can tell how close Jenna is just by the sounds. She pushes her fingers in deeper and curls them to massage her sweet spot. That has Jenna seeing stars and cumming on her fingers in seconds.

"Fuck!"

It's probably the first time Y/n has heard the girl cuss, and it sounds so delicious. She was so loud, neither of them caring about possibly getting caught. However, once both of their dazes of pleasure seemed to subside, they realized if they were to get caught like this it would be very ugly.

Y/n pulls her fingers out of Jenna's pussy and dips her hands in the water to wash them off.

"This never happened. Okay?"

Surprisingly it was Jenna who was trying to cover her bases. Y/n can see the worry in her eyes about this little moment between them ever being found out. She nods her head in agreement, and before she can say anything, Jenna is getting out of the jacuzzi. She's probably embarrassed because she didn't even say goodbye to Y/n. Y/n just watches her scurry away, bikini top still messed up and tracking water throughout her parents room. Y/n sighs, wondering why she always gets caught up with the odd ones. That's just life, she guesses.

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This weekend really seemed to drag itself out and Y/n can't think of one moment where she was really able to totally relax.

Her parents came home shortly after she got out of the Jacuzzi, and Isaac was home an hour later. Of course her parents wanted to have some sort of family game night and Y/n was subject to 5 whole rounds of charades.

Not a single word was spoken between Y/n and Jenna for the rest of the trip. Isaac had his suspicions that they must've gotten into some sort of fight while everyone was gone because Jenna wouldn't even look at Y/n. He tried to ask Jenna about it but she was dismissive of him and just said she stayed in his room the entire night. Only did she partially tell the truth when he found her wet bikini in her room.

"I was in the jacuzzi and then she kicked me out. That's it. You're sister doesn't like me and I'm fine with that. I just want to get this weekend over without any problems."

It was funny seeing her little brother be so clueless to everything. Y/n loves him to death, but he's so shitty dealing with girls that she can't be surprised that one decided to cheat on him. She may be going to hell for allowing the situation to happen, but at least she had fun.

Just a few hours before she heads back to her apartment, she goes to the kitchen to find everyone else. Instead she just sees her mother there alone.

"Where's Isaac?"

"They left an hour ago."

"Oh, I was going to say goodbye."

"Really? It doesn't see like you really enjoyed your weekend with him or his girlfriend."

"That's not true, mom! I thought Jenna was alright."

"Isaac said you two got into a fight while we were gone."

Y/n pauses for a few seconds. Did Jenna say something? She left no love marks on her so he couldn't be insinuating that they got into a physical fight. Y/n was cautious as she spoke next.

"No we didn't! We even shared the jacuzzi for a little while. She's a little annoying, but after that I found her to be okay to be around."

Y/n's mother eyes her for a bit. She used to know her daughter so well, but after a few years away from home, her poker face is too hard to read.

"Well, I guess I'll overlook the fact that you two were using my jacuzzi which is only supposed to be for your father and I."

"C'mon mom, you know that is the worst kept secret in this house."

Y/n's mom sighs in defeat. There is something else to the story, but there's no use in pushing Y/n to say more. In a few more months they'll all be reunited again for Isaac's summer break, and Y/n's month-long visit. If they're still dating by that point then Jenna will tag along with Isaac too. It's something Y/n's mom is now apprehensive about, but Y/n is secretly looking forward to it. Hopefully her brother doesn't screw anything up so she'll be able to see Jenna again. Maybe next time they'll be able to enjoy each other in other ways.

"And you never know, mom, Jenna and I could end up being really good friends someday."

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Milan

Synopsis: Y/N and Urban have been friends since high school and they seem to have a romantic relationship. But who really loves who here? Are Y/N decisions change them forever?

Warnings: possibly toxic Urban. Reminder that this is fanfiction, all stories are purely fictional. Swearing, slightly +18. Themes of alcohol, drugs and s_x. ✏️🐜☕️ welcome to my wicked mind 🎱🔌📄

I've been waiting for the Scuola d'artista di Milano final selected artists for months. I submitted my portfolio and did interviews at the beginning of the year, for a summer exhibition tour of my portraits and a scholarship for their summer arts school. The problem is that I didn't tell anybody about it, because I was afraid of failing once again. It's hard to be an artist, it's not stable also there's so much pressure on you to succeed, to pay your own bills, to have the right connections. My family has never supported me and they will never either, even though I love my creations and it actually pays my bills, it's just not that stable like an engineering career, which is what I actually dropped out of college.

I was holding my phone and refreshing my email inbox every two seconds. It just refreshed, I did it again. I was sitting on my boyfriend's- I mean, my "friends with benefits"'s couch, with my legs trembling from anxiety and my heart racing like a horse. He wasn't home though. He left earlier for a photoshoot - he's a photographer and loves his job, but sometimes I wish he pursued some of his artistic abilities. He's got good eyes for colors and palettes, he draws really well and paints even better. I've encouraged him to apply for some exhibitions and curations, but he always says the same thing: "I'm good with what I have now, I'm happy working with Jack". However, I knew he wanted to explore more of his artistic side, he was just afraid.

I wasn't. I had a lot on my back to not pursue my dreams. I've dreamed of this summer arts school for a long time and I finally applied for it, because it only reopened now, after 2 years. It would be my biggest current dream come true. A whole summer in Italy, with possibilities of exhibitions in Milan, Rome, Turin, Tuscany, Napoli... I was nervous enough, then my phone popped out a notification.

Urban🌆💛: come to the studio later, we gon throw a party here

It would be good. It would be the perfect time to drink my life out of me if I didn't get the result I wanted or celebrate my biggest achievement this year.

And just like that, I didn't even need to refresh my email. The notification came up on the top of the screen. My whole by trembled. I opened it and tried to read with my best Italian, just to see it was in English too on the PDF File.

Accepted. With a huge feedback written in both English and Italian, my artistic project was accepted. A scholarship in Italy and the exhibitions tour. Tears of happiness streamed down my face involuntarily, my heart was heavy and light at the same time. Exactly what I needed, what I've been dreaming. I just wanted to share the news with someone I knew that would be as happy as me. Urban.

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When I pulled up at the studio, the guys were having a blast. Everyone was just in a good mood. Jack, Urban's best friend who also happens to be a n.1 rapper in the country at the moment, was vibing to some fire synth tunes. There were some of the other guys from their group of arts and friends and some girls too. When I looked for Urban, I saw him talking to a brunette with wavy hair, wearing some tight leggings and way tighter long sleeved shirt. I froze for a second before approaching them. I mean, the biggest news of the year just came to my email inbox and nothing could break me down. Right?

I walked through the crowd, greeted everyone with the biggest smile on my face. Jack even came for a big hug because he knew how much I was important to Urban's life - I was the Urban's backbone, listening to him, encouraging him to be his best, to even get out of bed when he didn't feel like it, to pursue his dreams, to just be who he is unapologetically. Also, we were just super chill when we were together and Jack really liked my pieces of advice when he had to make some great decisions. And he knew how much I loved Urban, how much I wanted to transform this "friends with benefits" status to a real relationship, with the labels of "boyfriend" and "girlfriend". Even though Jack was not a fan of relationships, he knew how Urban and I were good for each other. Well, at least I was good for Urban. He supported me with the art thing, yes, but he got me confused a lot of times. Did he like me? He wanted us to be exclusive like this: he could be talking to other women... but when talked to other man... he would go nuts. And it bothered me. But I thought it was protection sometimes. I didn't have the best choice with the men I hooked up with. Urban seemed to protect me from the world a lot of times. And he was cute and tender when we were together. He just never showed me as his girlfriend, not even around his friends - who became my friends too somehow. When we're all together, he just dodges my PDA, we don't kiss not even hold hands. But everybody knows we fuck. It bothers me a lot. But what can I say, what do I have?

"Urban, can I talk to you?" I finally arrived at where he was, sitting on the couch with the girl almost all over him. My tone wasn't the best one because I was really bothered by him on that situation.

"Now? I'm kinda busy" he said scoffing. I insisted.

"It's really, really important and I wanted to speak to you in private, can we go outside a little?" I asked. He agreed, sighed and stood up. I tried to reach for his hand but he put his hands on his pocket. He was just cold for no reason.

When we got to the parking lot, it was a little fresh, the breeze of an upcoming summer was all around. I was too happy and it could show. But Urban's reactions were throwing me off.

"What do you wanna say?" he asked, lighting up a blunt.

"I've got news..." I sang with a high pitched voice. His face went blank.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant." he joked. I took it seriously.

I took it seriously because it was my biggest fear. He knew it. I was raised by a single mother and made a promise that I would never let my kid have no father. Urban knew it and that was the reason we had small arguments sometimes because he wanted unprotected sex and I didn't. No matter how into birth control pills I was, I just couldn't.

"What if I were?" I asked seriously. I wanted to see his reaction. And why did he think of it?

"Then... this would be news..." he started but I didn't even let him finish.

"What's up with you today?" I asked, I wanted to know what was wrong.

"Nothing, but you just interrupted something I've got going on in the studio, so..." he said. I nodded. Of course, the girl. The he was just shooting his shot. It was disrespectful to me. It was something small, yes, it was. Ok, no. It wasn't. Why could he just hang out with other women and I was there, at his flat, scrolling through instagram, ignoring DMs and men calling me for dates? What was wrong with me? "So, wait..." his face went blank again. He looked at my belly. I actually wanted to throw up. But it was just so diminishing. Imagine you want to tell someone you love great news about your dreams and they react like this?

"What... if... nevermind, Urban. Just go back to what I "interrupted"" I said, then tried to walk away.

"No, I mean, seriously, what's going on with you?" he thickened his voice.

"I wanted to share with you some great news and this is how you react, seriously, I can't."

"So you are..."

"No! And what if I were, is this how you would react? Gosh, you're the one who wants unprotected sex. And whatever now Urban, I'm just here to say that I got admitted to study arts and go on an exhibitions tour of my portraits in Milan!"I yelled with my heart, but it looked like I wasn't delivering great news, because my voice was shaking, my eyes were full of tears.

"Milan? As in Milan, Italy? Why haven't you told me anything about Milan, scholarships, portraits exhibitions... and... let me say, Milan again! It's on the other side of the ocean! How long are you gonna stay there?"

"Why do you care about the wrong things? Urban, this is a dream for me! I'll have my art physically being exhibited in Europe, there will be actual people seeing it, paying for it and I will learn how to master my skills at the best school in the whole fucking world! This is huge to me! I thought you'd at the very least say "congratulations" but I guess that's just not the case!"

"Because you're gonna be away from me for a whole summer!"

"Like we were not gonna be already? You're gonna travel with Jack for his summer festivals, in Europe too, that's a fact, and where would I be? Here? Waiting for you?"

Urban went silent when he heard me. He was going to be all around Europe with Jack, doing what he loves, and where would I be? I was chasing my own dreams, too, and going to Italy was just the beginning of the takeoff my career and I'd grab on it with my biggest strength.

"But..." he started but the loss of words was bigger. "Why would like to be away?"

"I wouldn't like to. I want to to to Europe, I want to expand my arts skills. What's wrong with that?"

"You're gonna be away from me, from your friends..."

"I can make new friends and you... well, didn't I interrupt something going on in the studio? You and the brunette...".

Silence fell again. I'm not the biggest confrontational person ever. I actually hate conflicts, I hate talking about my feelings. I like to put my feelings into my art and that's what really matters to me and what makes my art feel so powerful. This is my time to show the world who I truly am through my art.

"I'm not leaving, I'm chasing my dreams." I finally said.

"And you didn't even think about me?"

"Should I? Do you think about me? Seriously, because, when I'm around here, you act like I'm nothing to you. You text me to come over and then you're talking to someone else. You treat me like I'm no one for you. It's like I'm your side piece sometimes and all the other hoes are your main chick." I let my heart out.

"I just don't feel ready for a relationship, you know that, what's the issue?"

"The issue is that being in a relationship or not, I deserve respect, Urban. I deserve to be treated well by you in front of your friends. I deserve to be respected at all times, I deserve more than this "come over, I'm alone" bullshit, I deserve so much more than you can offer with your lame ass excuses that you're young and living, guess what I'm young and living too!" I said, turning around, fighting the tears and looking for a spot so I could open the driving app and find a car to pick me up. Urban followed me close behind and even he was repeatedly calling me, I gave no answer, just hearing the sound of my own steps on the ground and the wind whirling around my ears.

He then grabbed you my your arm, making me turn around to face him. The tears running down my face felt like waterfalls, unstoppable and uncontrollable.

"I love you, just... it's..." he tried to kiss me and clean my tears but I stepped back, using my hands to push him.

"No. You don't love a thing except your damn self, and maybe Jack! See you never, Urban!" I exclaimed and ran away, step after step further from that nightmare. I arrived at a café bar some miles away from the studio. I entered there not giving a single fuck to people looking at my red eyes, my crying face and my heart visibly beating. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I sat down and ordered something random from the menu just to stay there. I looked at my cell phone, it was on "Do not disturb" but the notifications bar showed some messages were coming. I unlocked it and saw Jack sending me a lot of messages, the gray bars of typing appearing and disappearing. I read them with my vision all blurred and just saw the words "Urban" "losing it" "where are you?"

I turned my phone off.

there will be a part 2 just because it got too long.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt smut #urban wyatt #fanfic

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thisismysecondrodeo · 2 years

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"Love is a gamble we play and you've got much safer odds" - Ted Lasso x Reader Fanfic Part 1

Word Count: 2K

AN: Requested by @lassoposting (thank you!), you can also read this on ao3 I'll be updating here and there at the same time: Link

Rating: General

Tags: Henry Lasso, Michelle Lasso, Coach Beard, Jealous!Reader, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels, Beard's got your back Part 2 | Part 3 | Fic masterlist

You and Beard were sitting at a table in the Crown & Anchor, nursing a beer and reading your respective books.

It had become a weekly tradition that the two of you referred to as Reverse Book Club: only reading and under no circumstances would there be any discussion, but occasionally if the book was good enough you would swap. Ted had asked to be included once he learned of it but he was much too…active of a reader. Lots of giggles and asides, and god forbid when he read a really good line and just HAD to read it out loud. He was not invited back, but he was unperturbed about the whole thing, still enthusiastic about his best girl and best friend spending time together.

You and Ted had been dating for six months and you could honestly say you’d never been happier, even if on paper the two of you were an odd match: he was an older, American football coach with a son and a sunny disposition and you were a young art gallery director, moody and pessimistic without a single athletic bone in your body (or sports thought in your head). But when Ted popped up in your art gallery one day all earnest interest and thoughtful, if misguided, commentary, well you couldn’t deny you were smitten. It still took you asking him out on three separate occasions for him to understand you were interested in him romantically, and to this day he still frequently seemed shocked, even though you regularly greeted him after work with your tongue in his mouth and your hands fisted in his shirt collar(s). Six months wasn’t a lot of time, but it was enough for your lives to start to weave together, enough for him to casually mention the idea of moving in together—though that was also helped along by the fact that both of you had upstairs neighbors that made their displeasure for your nighttime activities well known.

And of course, there was Reverse Book Club; the two people who understood Ted best in the whole world enjoying an hour of quality non-talking time. Until today, when Beard quietly slipped his bookmark (a Tesco receipt from 3 weeks ago) into his book and looked at you pointedly. You checked the time on your phone; it had only been 30 minutes. You raised an eyebrow at your friend quizzically.

“Plans?”

“Nope.”

“Boring book, Coach?”

Beard tapped his hand on the cover, the title reading: The Black Joke: The True Story of One Ship's Battle Against the Slave Trade . “British naval history could never be boring, Director.” You were always amused when Beard used your job title the same way you used his, it felt like a sign of respect. “I just, well, forgive me for breaking the rules of Reverse Book Club here but I guess I was just curious how you were feeling? If you’re looking forward to it…or…”

You didn’t have to ask him for clarification; you knew your friend was asking about your impending meeting with Henry. You and Ted had been talking about it for weeks and his son would finally be there the next day; he was excited to introduce the two of you in person. You liked kids and you were good with kids, but you couldn't deny it felt like a test you needed to pass for your relationship to progress. If Henry didn’t like you there went moving in together, vacations to Kansas or anywhere else, hell, potentially there went the whole relationship. You scrunched your nose at Beard.

“Looking forward isn’t quite the phrase I would use…”

Beard’s eyebrows crinkled together in an expression you read as offended on behalf of Henry.

“Oh, I’m thrilled to meet Henry in person. You know I’ve met him on FaceTime and all that,” you waved a hand, “he’s smart and funny like his Dad, and I bought this art series Lego set for us to build together. Felt like a good introduction to my world since galleries aren’t the most… kid-friendly places. But I guess, I mean, I just…” you trailed off, chugging a bit more of your pint. “It just feels like I’m about to take an A-level I didn’t study for, you know?”

“Makes sense. But this isn’t something you pass or fail. It's more like a…mile marker.”

You tilted your head at him, with an expression he read as expand on that.

“You see it, you experience the mile passing, you move on. Sometimes it affects your road trip because you realize you’ve been going the wrong way the past 30 miles. And sometimes it marks a spot you want to remember, a nice view, a midpoint as you get to your destination.”

“Mmh,” you respond carefully. “Metaphor.”

“Metaphor, bay-bay.”

Beard picks his book back up and you follow suit, but you catch his eye again as he turns the page.

“How far is a fucking mile anyway?”

“How was Reverse Book Club?”

Ted leaned in for a sweet greeting kiss, despite the fact that you had seen him just a few hours ago and you smiled into the affection.

“Good. Think we might swap books next week.”

“Oh yeah? Beard wants to read,” Ted leaned down to check out the title of the pink book you had just sat on his kitchen table, “ Red, White, and Royal Blue ?”

You chuckled. “Probably not, but it's fun to get him out of his comfort zone.”

“Well, I’m sure he also trusts your sensibilities. Hungry?”

You shake your head no as you move to the couch, picking up Ted’s Kansas City hoodie he always left on the back for you and slipping it over your head, the familiar scent of sandalwood and pepper from his cologne wafting over you. It settled you somewhat, but not enough to stop you from worrying your bottom lip with your teeth as Ted looked you over.

“You eat at the Crown & Anchor?”

“Nah, just, uh, not hungry.”

“Hm, well that just won’t do. What are you not telling me?” It wasn’t that you wanted to keep things from Ted, but you didn’t want to give him the wrong impression about how you felt about meeting Henry. You were touched that he wanted you to be a part of his son’s life, but it didn’t stop the nervous energy coursing through you that made eating an impossible task. So why couldn’t you just say that?

Ted made his way over to the couch, peeling an orange as he flopped down next to you, your thighs pressing together, shoulders brushing. Neither of you said anything, and you watched as he split the fruit into segments and popped one onto his tongue, licking a drop of juice from the corner of his mouth. It was…oddly seductive and your stomach fluttered for a reason that wasn’t nerves. He met your eyes and smirked as if he could read your mind, offering you a segment and you felt spellbound to accept. Something about the loving gesture, the way he let you sit and didn’t push, despite the fact that you were being cagey was something you hadn’t experienced in a relationship before, and you sighed, knowing that this man could make you bare your whole soul with a quirked eyebrow and a piece of fruit.

“I’m nervous about meeting Henry. I mean, I’m excited. But I’m worried that if it doesn’t go well, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “can’t go on. And it’s not like I would blame you, I mean he’s your whole world and that’s how it should be. But I, God, I just love you and I want it to be, I mean, I hope—”

“Honey, you’re spiraling.”

“I know.” You took a deep breath. “I know you’re going to tell me that everything is going to go perfect and that I should believe, and you’re right. I know you’re right…”

“But?”

“But. I worry. It’s just how I’m built.”

Ted chuckled. Somehow over the course of the conversation he had snuck you most of the orange and he finished off the last segment before tucking you into his arms, your head resting under his chin.

“I get it. Of course I do. And I could never fault you for being nervous, especially when I’ve never been in your shoes. But I gotta say…”

He looked down at you pressed into him, a goading look on his face. You rolled your eyes and the two of you spoke in unison.

“Rom-Communism.”

He dropped a kiss on the top of your head. And then your temple. And then your cheek and the space behind your ear that always made you shudder and then finally your lips.

“Alright, to sleep. We have to pick up the boy bright and early,” he whispered as you separated, tugging you up to your feet with him.

You pouted. “I’ll go to bed. But we’re not going to sleep.”

“We’re not?”

You slipped the couch hoodie and your shirt off in one fell swoop before taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know what you were doing with that orange.”

Ted laughed, moving his hand from yours to fit both of his large hands around your waist and gently tossed you to the bed, climbing over you as you giggled.

The alarm went off early and Ted snuffled, the sun from the window just beginning to trickle over his bare back with one arm wrapped around your waist. He never reacted to the first alarm, he knew you liked to set three because you had an awful time forcing yourself out of bed, but today you were wide awake already, staring at the ceiling. It was going to be your last night in Ted’s bed for the next two weeks, both of you agreed that there would be no sleepovers while Henry was still getting used to the idea of having you around. It had been your idea—you didn’t want Henry to feel like you were pushing into his dad time.

At the second alarm, Ted roused. You could tell because his breathing was more shallow and there was the faint tickle of his eyelash against your neck where his face was tucked against you.

“I can hear those gears turning, lil lady,” he grumbled. “They woke me up.”

“Sure they did,” you teased. “Couldn’t have been the alarm.”

He kissed your neck before sitting up and luxuriating into a stretch and you watched with obvious interest as the muscles in his back and arms rippled. He caught your eye over his shoulder and smirked.

“Impure thoughts this early? Why Y/N, am I just a piece of meat to you?”

You laughed as you draped your body over his back, your arms coming around to hold him against you. “A piece of meat that I’ll be missing for the next two weeks, that’s for sure.” Ted chuckled as you kissed his cheek. “Join me in the shower?”

The two of you arrived at the airport just before the flight was supposed to land, your hand gripping Ted’s as you sipped the latte he bought you on the way. Caffeine probably wasn’t the best choice today, considering it often made you jittery and anxious, but the routine of it was also soothing. He led the way to the check-in counter to present Henry’s itinerary and get a pass to pick him up from the gate and you tuned out, doing a little people-watching as Ted got the details sorted. You tuned back in when you realized his tone was frustrated.

“What do you mean my son is not an Unaccompanied Minor? Did he not get on the plane, I don’t understand.”

“Sorry, sir, the system says the ticket was originally purchased as an Unaccompanied Minor ticket, but it shows that the service fee was refunded because they’re now traveling with someone over the age of 12 making them no longer unaccompanied.”

“Someone? Someone who? I don’t—”

“DAD!”

Both of your heads whipped around to the sight of Henry Lasso somehow running full tilt across the airport, and despite Ted’s recent frustration (not at the attendant, never them, just the situation) he couldn’t help but grin. He turned back to finish his conversation with the attendant and apologize but you pushed him towards his son and answered for him. “Looks like we got it all figured out somehow, thank you. Appreciate you.”

Ted had made it to Henry and spun him in a circle, other travelers be damned, and you made your way over cautiously. You couldn’t help but find the father-son joy a little bit infectious.

“Y/N is here too! Cool!” Henry flung his arms around you as if he had known you all his life, and it was enough to release at least some of the tension you’d been holding. You got down on his level to give him a better hug.

“It’s so cool to see you in person,” you smiled at him sincerely, “You know I thought when I met you, you’d only be like this big.” You held your hands apart, about the length of an iPad, and Henry laughed.

Ted grinned at the two of you interacting as you stood up and he ruffled the boy’s blond hair. “We were gonna come meet you at the gate kid, but they said someone was traveling with you?”

Henry was about to answer when a voice spoke up from behind.

“Hi Ted.”

You nearly choked on your sip of coffee when you turned and saw the woman that was undeniably Michelle Lasso. Ted’s ex-wife.

Part 2 ->

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso reader insert #coach beard

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mayorasmusings · 10 months

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Could I possibly request some fluffy Tutyusa and Lisa head canons? Only because I feel this needs some love as well, and content around is far between 😔. Probably my third favorite ship tbh (of course not beats Tutyusa x his motorcycle )

It's set three years later after the IS-events and it's "everyone-survived-and-no-otherside-happened" AU-ish.

I got completely out of control with this. Enjoy 💗

Cut for length!

Tatsuya + Lisa fluff headcanons

When things calmed down, everyone remained in touch and they would have their weekly and sometimes monthly meetups to play boardgames, go to the movies or to the beach. Sometimes they just talked about what happened and how fucked up it all was.

This is where she gave up chasing him and started to focus on herself, her career as a musician (as another idol-agency noticed her) and her studies. For herself.

Within those three years, the friendship, respect and trust between Tatsuya and Lisa deepened.

He really enjoyed how confidently she carried herself and that's when he asked her out, one evening, when they were out again, as a group.

He asked her in an awkwardness, unbeknownst to him, if they could talk privately and this is where he asked her, if she wanted to go on a date, some time.

She hesitated a little, since she was a little scared to risk their friendship, but then she wholeheartedly said yes to his preposition. It was a part of her inner-child's dream come true and she wanted to do this for herself.

He thought a lot about where he could take her out, but then decided that they might enjoy a ride to the countryside, combined with a picnic.

Since his cooking-skills are impeccable, he would be the one bringing everything along. There was enough storage-room in his motorcycle.

Her standards for dating rose with the time she took, to work on herself, but Tatsuya exceeded even those standards.

It's not that she wouldn't have been happy with anything he would have taken her out to, but even if her view on him, is tinted by a childhood-crush, she also started noticing the less perfect parts of his personality.

While he started noticing the depth, warmth and capability she had.

So it was an eye-to-eye date. Not the lopsided dynamics they had before.

They really enjoyed their time picnicking on the countryside and she liked his cooking a lot.

From that time they start to go out more often and after three months they became an item.

Around their closest friends at first.

After a year, everyone else within their friends and family knew.

Yet, as a musician, she decided to shut down any rumors or questions in that way, since she was a little scared of obsessive fans going after him.

She knew, that he was capable of defending himself, but she also was scared that it might be a passing fancy of his.

There was still a lot of insecurity within her, even if she worked through the bulk of it, but he always reassured her. Hugging her tightly, when she was feeling scared, jealous or insecure.

It was after 1,5 years (now 2 years and 8 months) of dating, that he proposed that they should maybe live together, since she was at his place 24/7 anyway.

Six months later, she agreed and moved in with him.

He was the one who cooked the meals and took care of the household, while she worked herself to the bone to be taken seriously as a musician and not be that one-hit-wonder-girl her agency tried to reduce her to.

She wanted to break out from that idol-role and Tatsuya inspired and encouraged her to do so.

At 22 she was way too old for that industry's standard anyway.

Tatsuya was always the first one to listen to her own compositions and she always took his critique seriously.

She recorded her own songs, that she brought out under a different name, at the same studio at which Eikichi's band recorded their songs.

At times, she would include Tatsuya in her recordings, when she needed a tenor. His dark voice was a perfect contrast to her bright voice. This man had some pipes.

The duo gathered a good amount of cult following and on her social media-presence, a lot of people loved the songs, where he was present.

Sometimes, when he would be reading a book or the newspaper, she would just roll up like a cat in his lap and take naps on him, which he allowed, stroking her soft hair.

She studied to become a sound-engineer, dealt with a career as a musician and her own health (or the lack thereof), while he was studying to become a social-worker and working part-time in an organization to help troubled youth. They both had their fair amount of stress, but she was really thankful to be supported by him, in every way.

His brother Katsuya, was also very supportive, protective and loving towards them.

On their free days they sometimes just stayed in bed all day or went on a mini-vacations.

There were times, where Tatsuya had nightmares where he woke up screaming or crying, but she would always be there for him and soothe him. The memories of the past still haunted him.

One day, he took her to the Araya-shrine.

She thought it was another one of their annual memorial visits to that place, but little did she know, that this man was about to propose.

He felt extremely nervous, but Maya, Katsuya, Eikichi and Jun backed him up.

Lisa felt that something was off and he, as always (whenever she would ask him what is going on) would just non-verbally show it.

At this time, he just got out a really pretty, but not too expensive ring and just gave it to her. Eyes wide shut, face flushed.

He wasn't much of a classic romantic, but he also wasn't a complete cynic. After having been together for five years and almost being at the end of their studies, it was just the perfect timing.

Lisa asks him what this might be and he just flat out tells her, that he wants to marry her. Her mouth was agape, but he didn't give her a chance to ask anything.

He gets out an envelope and starts reading out a long letter, stating what he loved about her and how much he never wanted to lose her, ever again.

The gang helped him write it, mind you.

She just lost it and started sobbing. As always, he embraced her and stroked her hair.

A whisper escaped her lips: "Yes. I want to be yours. I always wanted to be yours." And he just hums gladly.

After that, she dumps her idol-agency and publicly announced that she would pursue other projects and would like to devote herself to her familial life.

This is where a nosy journalist asked the usual "Do you have a boyfriend?"-question, where she wholeheartedly expressed that she has a wonderful, supportive partner that she wants to never miss in her life.

After that she pulled out of the public life and started working as a sound-engineer at the studio where she and Eikichi recorded their music.

Things calmed down when they started working in the jobs they studied for and this is where they could plan a small, private wedding with their closest friends.

Both of them wanted to keep it simple and small, to save up for the honeymoon.

Maya knew a venue, Jun did the bouquets and took care of the decorations, Eikichi and his band took care of the music. Katsuya was the one who was in charge of the catering and Yukki and Fuji took care of the photos.

It was a wedding that was detached from any type of cultural norms. They did their own thing. Lisa's parents disapproved to a degree, but they came around after they saw, how happy their child was.

Nevertheless, it was a wonderful feeling to be surrounded by a set of loving, supportive friends and family.

To Lisa, it was a dream come true and to Tatsuya, it was the most natural thing to do, tying down this wonderful woman, he couldn't appreciate when he was young and stupid.

#mine #headcanons #persona 2 #persona 2 is #lisa/Tatsuya #Tatsuya/Lisa

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marsrize · 2 years

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How to be a successful vigilante and a dad, by Bruce Wayne [Part 1]

Part 2: Here | Part 3: Here.

Chapter 1: Baby? What for?

Amelie had a problem. She was pregnant. The baby's father? A certain Bruce Wayne. He was a student at her university and very handsome.

The problem?

Amelie was a married woman.

This could be surprising for such a young woman, but it was the case. She had to get married at 18 to save her family, which was riddled with debt. She didn't have much of a choice at the time, since her sister, unlike her, was dating a promising man (in the end, it didn't work out between them and Amelie had this feeling of injustice in her chest).

So, she concocted a plan. She went to talk to her sister Emily and told her the whole truth. Emily was shocked at first, but then Amelie gently reminded her sister of her own situation. Indeed, Emily was just as beautiful as her twin. However, the young woman was sterile and had not spoken about it at all to her fiancé Gabriel Agreste. However, she knew that her fiancé wanted to start a family.

They would both be winners: Amelie would be rid of the baby and Emilie would have a child who would look like her and who genetically could be hers because they were twins.

They went to their first medical appointments together. Unfortunately, they discovered that there was not just one, but two babies.

Amelie took matters into her own hands. First, she gave the doctor a large sum of money to keep him quiet. The man accepted without any problem. Then came a new and surprising dilemma for Amelie.

"Amy, I don't want two children. One is enough for me."

"Emy, what do you want me to do with the other one?"

"I don't know. I don't care."

"And to say that everyone thinks you're a saint... Does Gabriel know you're a naughty girl?"

Emily looked at her coldly.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes."

"I would have been surprised if you had, dear Emy."

Amelie did not take the teasing any further. Contrary to appearances, Emily was a true witch, and she had no desire to get on her twin's bad side.

"We'll figure it out at the time of delivery. We'll just have to arrange for your fiancé Gabriel and my husband not to be present."

"Hmmm."

So, taking advantage of the fact that her husband was still abroad, Amelie hid her pregnancy, while her sister Emily pretended to be pregnant. The two sisters switched places with each other when it was time for ultrasounds or medical appointments. They always went to the same doctor, whom Amelie had graciously paid. The man would give them fake ultrasounds.

They were so good at imitating each other that Gabriel never realized anything.

I' m starting to understand why Emilie loves him so much. He is such an easy puppet to fool.

After 8 months of pregnancy, Amelie was ready to give birth. Emily arranged for Audrey Bourgeois to take Gabriel with her on a tour of Paris. The two worked together, Audrey was the one who had "discovered" Gabriel. It wasn't very difficult to convince her, this b*tch had a soft spot for Gabriel (even though she was married too, but Emilie wasn't the type to judge).

Amelie's husband was somewhere in Australia partying with an escort girl that Amelie had paid. The woman's job was to keep him distracted, and so far, she had done a fantastic job. Amelie was going to give her a small bonus.

Two little boys were born. Only three people had witnessed the birth: Amelie, Emily and the doctor who worked for them.

Amelie was feeling tired. At her side, her sister looked at the newborns attentively. They were strictly identical.

"I'll take this one."

"If it'll make you happy. What's my nephew's name?"

"Hmm. Felix. I'll call him Felix-Athanase Agreste."

"Very well. The remaining one... Let's call him Adrien Athanase."

"Why name it if you're not going to keep it?"

"His father has to call him by something."

"His father?"

"That's right. I'll give him to his biological father. Let him do what he wants with the boy, I'll wash my hands of him.

Emily chuckled. Then she took the child she liked best and left the room without a backward glance. Amelie watched her do it. It was part of their arrangement, for her there was no problem.

Amelie entrusted the child to her secretary, a trustworthy woman. Once she recovered from her delivery, she took the child with her and went to Wayne Manor. However, to her surprise...

"Not there? What do you mean he's not here?"

"You heard me ma'am. Master Bruce is away for a while, so I'm afraid he won't be available while away.

"I see."

Amelie was in front of the gate of Wayne Manor. She had taken care to disguise herself so that she would not be recognized. She didn't have time to waste, so she tried her luck.

"You see this baby."

She lifted the baby so that he could be seen by the surveillance camera at the Manor's entrance.

"His name is Adrien Athanase. He's Bruce's son and from now on, he'll be your problem."

She set the baby down in front of the door and began to walk away without a backward glance.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?!"

Amelie got into her car and drove away. The baby was now in the hands of Bruce's servant. It didn't matter what he did with the thing, she didn't care.

3 years later.

Bruce had just finished his training. He had traveled the world to learn the best fighting techniques and perfect his knowledge. He was ready to become the vigilante Gotham needed.

At least that was his plan. When he finally returned to the Mansion, he didn't expect to find a little blonde boy with green eyes looking at him curiously in his kitchen.

"Alfred? What is this child doing here?"

"Hello to you Master Bruce, this is young Master Adrien. He' s your son sir."

Silence ensued.

" He' s my WHAT?!"

#maribat fic #maribat #maribat bio dad #maribat batfam #maribat bio dad bruce wayne #maribat adrien agreste

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thepalmofyourfreezinghand · 9 months

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Books I’ve read in 2023 (in random order)! Feel free to tell me what you’ve read this year!

(R stands for “re-read”).

CLASSICS:

1. The idiot (F. Dostoevsky) R.

2. Northanger Abbey (J. Austen).

3. Death in Venice (T. Mann) R. Mann’s prose is so crystalline and precise and every word is so specifically chosen to convey a specific feeling that by the end of the novella you’re feeling just as sun-drenched and “dead” as the protagonist. And he’s also a Nobel prize winner!

4. Emma (J. Austen) R. I wrote an entire post about this a few months ago but to sum up: Emma should be everyone’s favorite girl and this is Austen’s smartest and most hilarious novel.

5. Bel-Ami (G. de Maupassant). If there’s one thing French writers are gonna do is write protagonists without scruples and morale (whom you can’t help but love) who rise to the highest ranks of society by playing everyone around them in the process and end up… let’s say not in a good position.

6. The Anonymous Venetian (G. Berto). I’ve also written an entire post about this and it sucks that there isn’t a good English translation for this masterpiece because it’s printed on my heart. Imagine describing the slow death of the protagonist through the metaphor of the slow death of the city of Venice, once magnificent and now slowly sinking in the sea, a mirage of what it once was… And there’s also a tragic love story!

7. A man grows older (I. Svevo). If you ever feel stuck in life, reading any of Svevo’s novels will make you feel like you’ve got your shit together.

8. Short stories (I. Andrić). He’s the only person from the former Jugoslavia to have ever won a Nobel prize in literature!

9. Curious, if true (E. Gaskell). This is a marvelous short gothic story that you can read in less than an hour. The protagonists of fairy tales are featured in strange and hilarious ways during a party in a castle (Sleeping Beauty, for example, gets woken up for cocktails by her boyfriend, who’s embarrassed by her behavior and literally violently shakes her to wake her up).

10. Fahrenheit 451 (R. Bradbury).

11. A novel by Natalia Ginzburg (a prominent anti fascist figure in Italy, born from a Jewish and literary family), which hasn’t been translated into English, afaik.

12. Dead souls (N. Gogol) R. Hilarious!

13. Martin Eden (J. London) R. Basic prose (as always), genius intuitions (as always).

14. We have always lived in the castle (S. Jackson).

15. Leaves of grass (W. Whitman). There’s something about American poetry that just leaves me completely satisfied and happy.

16. Letters to a young poet (R. M. Rilke). This book pretty much resurrected the genre of “give life advice through imaginary letters written to a young person seeking advice”. Except, in this case, the young guy who wanted Rilke’s advice was real, and Rilke’s reflections on poetry and artistry and life and mental health (!) are eye-opening.

17. Snow Country (Y. Kawabata). Another Nobel prize winner! And he deserved it because he was able to make me emotional with the mere description of a field of green onions.

18. Illuminations (A. Rimbaud).

19. Short stories (I. Bunin). Another Nobel prize winner!

20. The occasions (E. Montale). Another Nobel prize winner! And the greatest Italian poet, imo (he was also Ginzburg’s mother’s brother in law). I mean…

I went down millions of stairs, at least, arm in arm with you, and not because with four eyes we see better that with two.

With you I went downstairs because I knew, among the two of us, the only real eyes, although very blurred, belonged to you.

And this is not one of his finest poems but still… he was also close to two different Jewish women who suffered during the persecution (and who appear in his poems) AND he was one of the very few Italian writers who didn’t subscribe to the fascist party (and he lost his job because of this). He was still veeeery bourgeois, but his art is honestly unparalleled.

21. Chronicle of a death foretold (G. García Márquez). Enchanting! If you ever have three spare hours under the August sun, read this. And he’s another Nobel prize winner!

22. Songs without words (P. Verlaine).

23. The real story of Ah Q (Xun Lu). My very first Chinese classic!

24. A cat, a man, and two women (J. Tanizaki).

25. The country of the blind (H. G. Wells).

26. Short stories (S. d’Arzo). What happens when, in a very Catholic Italy, in a very secluded alpine town, an elusive woman tired of her life asks the town priest if god could ever forgive her if she committed suicide?

OTHER STUFF:

1. In the dream house (Carmen Maria Machado - literary fiction). This is super famous but if you haven’t read it already please do! It’s an interesting and perfectly composed literary experiment. It’s the autobiography of a toxic lesbian relationship, and every chapter is told in a specific literary style/genre.

2. Six of crows (Leigh Bardugo - YA). Meh.

3. The poppy war (R. F. Kuang - YA). Meh x2.

4. Then I also read two non-fiction works - one about how medieval people perceived their bodies, wrote about them and studied them, and one about the absolute mess that the US made in Central and Latin America through the disgrace that was the United Fruit Company.

I’m currently finishing The Awakening by Kate Chopin and The seagull by Anton Chekhov, and after that I’ll be tackling Love, Anger, Madness by Haitian writer Marie Vieux-Chauvet.

I’ve loved pretty much everything I’ve read up until now and I’m so happy!

Again, if you want, please tell me what you’ve read and love this year! (Or watched and loved).

#personal #classics #books

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bbxnny-bbxtch · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Scotty x Black Fem! Reader where they both just love each other so much…but the reader is just sad so Scotty takes care of them for the day and they just cuddle and so much tooth rotting fluff? If not I completely understand.

This is so fucking cute. I want this to be in two parts (mainly bc i wrote a little too much) so this is part one, I hope thats okay with you 🥹 also i didnt know tumblr had a word limit 😭

Summary - Scotty had met the true love of her life. She knew this girl was her soulmate. This girl (you) is more than perfect in her eyes. Yet, no matter how happy Scotty made y/n, and vice versa, sadness and pain are inevitable. You cant ignore it forever, but seeing just how sad y/n was, Scotty decides its time to cheer her up.

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3|

You are my Sunshine...

Scotty was in hell. Well, not literally. But she sure felt like it. Yvonne had been long gone and it left Scotty in a void for months. She just thought that life without Yvonne was miserable. It was her fault Yvonne left, but it still stung when she laid in bed to cry. She had loved Yvonne with every fiber of her being. But she was wrong. She still kept up with their boundaries even if Yvonne was in France. No more Tuesdays, no more 6:30. And it became, Thursday's at 5:23. Weird huh? 5:23. As the weeks grew longer and her heart got emptier, she went to the market at 5:23, on a Thursday. Like she always did. gfgfAs Scotty ran through the aisles, diligently getting all the items she and her mother needed, she went to check out. Like a normal person would. And there you were. In all your glory. Scotty's heart skipped a beat as you gave her that sickeningly sweet smile you'd given everyone. She froze. Literally. Her brain somehow ceased to comprehend how she was in such close contact with a goddess. You had just landed this job, on top of 2 others to take care of your family. It wasn't much, but it was enough. You prided yourself in the way others perceived you, still holding on to the childish dream of being a model, despite every odd being against you. With one look at you Scotty knew it was fate. "Erm..excuse me miss, but are you alright? Your total is 16.40 quid." You smiled politely, slightly concerned for the cute girl in front of you. Her mouth gaped open like a fish out of water. She had the cutest eyes. Deep chocolate swirls of abyss, the more you stared into her eyes the more the encapsulated you. Seeing as Scotty was still silent you glanced at the ever growing line, and impatient customers. With a sigh you decided today was a good day still and you payed her fee, it wasn't much anyway. Bagging her items, you could see her come back to reality a bit. "Alright then..call me will ya?" Your beautiful face held a cocky smirk as you scribbled your number on the receipt. You definitely knew this girl was interesting. Plus, who were you to pass up this golden opportunity to flirt with a cute girl. Your boldness radiated off of you in the moment just as much as your kindness did. Scotty couldn't take her eyes off of you as she grabbed her two bags and walked backwards to the entrance. It was like a burst of color and life had entered her world. And it all surrounded you. "Wow.." she stupidly knocked over a display while back pedaling, it left you in a fit of giggles she couldn't get over as she raced to her car to go home. Smiling the entire drive home Scotty knew her life would only get better. "Jesus Scotty, you're finally getting some?" Dean choked out as he ate some yogurt. Dean as well as the rest of her friends had listened to Scotty rant about her newfound obsession for hours already. She had this constant shy smile on her face as she reminisced what happened just two days prior. "Well, she was beautiful. I mean- unlike anything I've ever seen. Her smile was like the sun and oh god- she looked so perfect..even in that ugly uniform. She made it look lovely. Fuck- and she payed my fee! How much better can she get?" her ranting seemed to drone on and on but everyone was happy for her. No doubt they noticed how sad she'd been since Yvonne left. They tried to do everything in their power to help her but there's only so much you can do right? "Well, at least you're not stalking the bird. She seems lovely, hopefully you put on some good pining." Sian sipped her tea with a smirk. "Ah yes!why dont you give her a call? She did give you her number, use it Scotty!" Violet chuckled in adoration, Scotty was like her baby sister. "What?!? Are you nuts? What am I gonna say? 'Hey, this is Scotty! The freak who froze when I saw your gorgeous face.' God no! She'll think I'm weird! I'll see her Thursday." She knew it was odd, but this time Scotty promised herself that she wouldn't overstep any boundaries. Plus, the girl did give Scotty her number so..obviously she was interested. Right?

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rileyandreagan-blog · 7 months

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9-23-23 12:12pm "Goodbyes if not given the opportunity"

My dear children,

Yesterday was kind of a rough one for daddy. yesterday would be mommy and daddys 4 years and 8 months of being married. I made the mistake before of letting the small things go and not paying attention to things that can make mommy happy. I believe it was my fault and I promise I will never make that same mistake again. I stopped celebrating the small things like being married for another month. I bought mommy flowers because I know she loves getting them and I just wanted her to know that I'm here for the long run. I want mommy to feel special because she is. You know daddy isn't a person who actually likes to dance, and I don't know why. Maybe I just feel stupid when I do or maybe I'm just self conscious when I do. Either way, I told mommy that I won't make that mistake again. I will dance with your mommy any time she wants me to and make sure she knows that I'm always going to try and keep the spark and love alive between us.

2 days ago, one of daddys friends got into a really bad car accident. His name is Turner Conway and he's one of the best MTB bike riders around the Inland Empire. A promising young man who has a whole life ahead of him with so much potential. He was driving his truck and got into an accident where the truck rolled 2 times and in that accident he was ejected from the vehicle causing him to fly out and hit his head really hard. He's currently at Loma Linda hospital lying in a bed in a coma. It really scares me because something like that was an accident and the simple fact that he didn't make it home to his family is very sad. It makes me think of life and how tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. It makes me think, what if that happened to me? What if I was in a terrible car accident and I didn't make it home? What if I was in a coma and my life is being held together by a thread?...Would mommy care? Would mommy regret her actions and how she wants this separation? Would she cry for me? Would she regret not telling me that she loves me? A lot has been weighing on my mind and it can sometimes put me into a deep state of depression.

I told mommy a long time ago that I would never let a day go by that I don't tell her that I love her. I always tell you girls the same thing, I will never leave you without telling you that I love you. I want you 2 girls and your mommy to know that I love you so much and that you guys are the best things in my life for the rest of my life. I never want to skip the opportunity to tell the people that I love how much they mean to me.

So, just for my own piece of mind and for you guys to have some sort of understanding, I would like to say this to you...

Should God decide that it is my time to go before I can talk to you or say goodbye, I want you girls to know, I couldn't have asked God for anything better. You girls are my inspiration. You girls breathe life back into daddy when I can't do it on my own. Watching you grow has been one of the most, if not THE most rewarding thing in my life. I'm so proud of who you girls are and who you're becoming.

Riley, my first baby. You are kind, beautiful, caring, considerate, and a ton of other amazing traits that God has given you. You never fail to be the best you and I'm genuinely amazed of how much you can understand at 10 years old. You are the best big sister to Reagan and I know she loves you so much. You are an extraordinary example for Reagan to look up to and become a great person. Before you were born, I thought I knew what "LOVE" really meant and what it's supposed to be. I was far from the true understanding of it. When I first heard you cry and I got to hold you, I fell in love all over again. That was the moment that I knew what love really is. You made me reframe my thoughts of love and I can only thank YOU for that. You gave me the gift of understanding what "unconditional love" is. I knew from that moment that I will always be there for you, I will always care for you, I will always appreciate you and that I will always do my best to be a great daddy and make you proud. I want you to know that I will always be with you and I will live in your heart. Every time you need me, just close your eyes and look deep into your heart, and daddy will be there, I'm always there. I told you that you are and will always be my best friend. Best friends are always there no matter what. Daddy will always live through you. I will always be beside you no matter what, helping you through hard times and cheering you on during the good times. I love you ateh and nothing or nobody will ever be able to change that.

Reagan, my "bunso". Mommy and daddy prayed for you so much before you were born. We wanted to have another baby and we were trying for a little while but it just never happened. I kept praying and praying that God would allow us to have you but at the same time understanding that it's not in our control. We left it to God to decide. We had to accept that "maybe we might not be able to have another baby". One day, daddy was having a hard time at work and nothing seemed to be going right. When I came home, i wanted to just decompress and relax before I can do anything else. Mommy comes into the room and tells me that she need to go to the doctor and iI asked "why?". She then puts 2 pregnancy test on my desk and they both say "POSITIVE". I looked at mommy smiling, and all I can say was "Are you serious?!" Tears are already filling my eyes because I've been wanting you for a long time. Mommy is laughing with tears in her eyes as well and i hugged her so hard because we were so happy that God listened to our prayers. God blessed us and made you completely healthy without any complications. With you currently being only 2 years old, I've already seen your future and the type of person you're growing up to become. You're full of charisma, happiness, love, and personality. Anyone who gets a chance to meet you, always falls in love with how infectious your positivity is. Your first words were "DADA" and I can't help but even smile right now just typing this. I want you to know that YOU are also my best friend along with your ateh and mommy. Daddy will also ALWAYS be with you. When you feel a sense of loneliness, sadness, or anger, reach inside from your heart and feel the warmth. Feel that hug around your heart. Thats daddy. I will hold you until you feel that you're okay and that you can handle your hard times. When you're happy, excited, or even nervous, That grip on your heart is daddy letting you know that "You will be just fine, I always got your back". You and I share the bond of being the youngest of the siblings and I want you to know I understand everything that you're going through. I love you bunso, and I always will.

Whitney, My love, My forever, My person, My angel. I've made a lot of mistakes and I've always been so unsure of everything that I have done in my life because I've been so used to failing, but marrying you was the only thing that I knew for a fact was a certainty. I knew this wasn't a mistake and this was one thing I've always been so sure of. The only thing that makes me sad is that I wish you can only see yourself through my eyes. When I look at you, I see everything. I can see the hurt, the pain, the sadness. But I also see a lot more positive things. I can see the hope, the love, the ambition, the care, the strength, and the willingness. I call you my angel because you have literally saved me. When we first met, I wasn't in the best place. I was broken, hurtful, selfish, inconsiderate and even evil. In my eyes, you've taught me how to be everything opposite to those traits. It took a lot of time and work for me to become the man I am and I'm constantly learning and along the way I will still make mistakes because I'm not perfect. But you are the only one who believed in me when nobody else would. You're the one who inspired me to change and have the willingness to learn. You loved and cared for me when I had nothing to offer you. It only takes a God given angel like yourself to be that person. Angels can feel sad, mad and even disappointed but they always believe and influence someone to be the best person possible. They're full of forgiveness and mercy like our God in heaven. You had nothing to gain by being with me and yet you decided to. It always boggles my mind when I think about how kind and loving you have been to me. If this is the last letter you have of me to look back on and I'm no longer around, I just want to say sorry for all the pain and hurt that I've caused you. I want to also say thank you for being that angel for me. Loving you and being your husband has been an honor, a blessing, and privilege. I'm always going to be with you as well my love, along with our 2 babies. Should I not be around, I want you to know that I don't want you to be afraid. I don't want you to be hurt or sad that I'm gone. Live life with our beautiful daughters and celebrate that fact that you have this day. I will be buried with this ring on my finger and with love in my heart. Close your eyes and put your heart at ease. Visit me in your dreams, I'll always wait for you there. Forever and ever til death do us part.

My 3 ladies, I love you with my whole heart and I will forever be grateful for the times we've shared together. One day God will allow us to be together again in a place where there will be no more pain, no more suffering, and no more sadness. I will be there, waiting for you, excited and hopeful that we will see each other again. Pray and pray that we will be together again someday, Only God can give us that opportunity.

with love overflowing from my heart,

-Daddy

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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x of swords - george weasley

part one of three

Summary: Growing up as Harry’s neighbor, you always believed that you were completely regular. In an attempt to feel closer to Harry (your best friend) you begin to dabble in the art of divination and, in the process, you uncover magic that you didn’t know you had. (i hate doing summaries this does not sum it up but you get the jist)

Relationships: George Weasley x Reader, platonic!Harry Potter x Reader, platonic!OC x Reader, platonic!Sirius Black x Reader, platonic!Remus Lupin x Reader, platonic!Fred Weasley x Reader, platonic!Nymphadora Tonks x Reader, platonic!Molly Weasley x Reader, platonic!Hermoine Granger x Reader, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, fluff, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of death (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 22.9k

so here it is 😏 i was going to wait until i was completely finished with this to post it but i didn’t wanna rush it and oh my god it’s already so long 😫 I’m moving to Edinburgh in 2 weeks so i won’t be able to write as i have so much to pack so i hope this keeps some of you happy for a while <3 obviously i put a lot of effort into this and spent a lot of time on it so i really hope yall like it and i will personally kiss everyone who comments. likes or reblogs <3

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Life on Privet Drive was definitely something- something being incredibly boring. Nothing even remotely exciting happened on the street and the company was, to put it simply, miserable.

You’d lived in 5 Privet Drive since birth which, unfortunately for you, meant that your family are extremely close with the Dursleys who live next door. The Dursleys are a family of bigoted, pig-headed bullies. Made up of Petunia, Vernon, Dudley and, in your opinion the only tolerable one, Harry.

From the age of five, Harry had been your only friend on the street and vice versa. Initially, the both of you had bonded over your dislike of Dudley but as the years rolled on Harry and yourself had become virtually inseparable.

It was certainly strange- how close your parents were with Petunia and Vernon. Your mother and father are actually quite lovely, they are the complete opposite of the Dursleys, they’re open minded, kind and extremely friendly. But, you supposed, their friendliness didn’t discriminate from person to person, even if said person forced their orphaned nephew to sleep in the cupboard underneath the stairs.

There was no denying that Harry had been miserable with the Dursleys, who were unfortunately his only remaining family and you supposed you should’ve been happy when your best friend finally got away from them after his 11th birthday.

You’d missed him for the entire school year and you only got a chance to ask where he’d actually gone off to when he’d arrived home for the summer. (You didn’t believe the story Vernon had spun about Harry attending a boarding school for juvenile trouble makers).

“It’s incredible, (Y/n), honestly! I wish you could be there too.” He’d told you when you finally saw him again, after he’d finished his first year in his mysterious boarding school.

“That’s great, Haz, but where exactly is it?” You wondered and Harry only gave you his signature grin.

“Scotland.”

With a heavy sigh you let the subject go, he was clearly happy wherever he was going to school so it didn’t matter where or what it was. As long as he was happy.

By the time his 12th birthday rolled around you’d found the perfect gift for him. You’d made your parents buy you a polaroid camera for him to take away to school, he’d told you so many amazing stories about his school, you wanted to see some of it for yourself so you figured a camera would be the best course of action.

The morning of his birthday, Harry was woken up by the sound of pebbles tapping against his barred up window. The boy looked out to see you waving at him, an excited smile on your face and a neatly wrapped present in your other hand. Harry couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face as you beckoned him down with your hand. It was barely dawn but you knew better than to give a present for Harry to either his aunt or uncle because they’d only give it to Dudley, so it was best to get it to him before the rest of his supposed family woke up.

Hogwarts was amazing and Harry was over the moon to have discovered he was a wizard and make so many new friends, but he had missed you- his only friend in the muggle world. Your birthday was only a few weeks after his and he hoped that maybe you’d get a hogwarts letter of your own, obviously that hadn’t happened. Nonetheless he was happy to see you in the summer, he couldn’t shake the thought that Ron and Hermione would have loved to meet you though.

Slowly and quietly, Harry snook down the stairs and out the front door to meet you.

“Happy birthday, Haz!” You whisper-shouted excitedly, pulling the green-eyed boy into your house so he wouldn’t get caught outside when he wasn’t even allowed out of his bedroom.

Harry rolled his eyes at the nickname, “I hope you know that you’re still the only person who calls me that.”

“Good,” you said happily, closing the front door behind you. “Anyway, I got you something that you can bring away to school with you!” He rose an eyebrow at you as you pushed the carefully wrapped box into his hands, “Open it,” you instructed. And so he did.

It was very possibly the most expensive gift he’d ever gotten, you (or your parents) usually got Harry presents that couldn’t be stolen by Dudley. For example, your mother had taken to buying Harry his own clothes, seeing as your best friend was a lot taller and thinner than his horrid cousin.

You, on the other hand, would usually make him gifts with sentimental value, something Dudley had absolutely zero interest in. The camera though, you knew would be safe as Harry would be leaving for school again soon enough.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the cardboard box that held the rather large polaroid camera, judging by the image on the box it was a good quality thing, probably expensive. “This is… really nice, (Y/n).”

A bright smile found your lips as you rushed into an animated explanation about why you’d picked a camera as his birthday present this year.

“So you can take lots of pictures of you and your new friends in your new fancy private school and when you come back here you can show them to me!” Harry chuckled and nodded his head, hoping he’d be able to find time to take pictures like you wanted.

“I’ll take pictures of everything. Promise.” He told you, holding out his pinky with a cheeky grin. You linked your pinky with his and nodded gratefully.

“We should christen it,” Harry announced, tearing into the box and he quickly set the camera up before he pointed it at you expectantly. “Well, come on then. I’ve told my school friends all about you, they’re going to want to see what you look like too. So, smile-“ with a disbelieving laugh, you crossed your legs underneath yourself from where you were sitting on the floor across from Harry, and tucked your hair behind your ears before you looked directly at the lense of the camera and gave it the brightest smile you could muster. The camera flashed and the picture slowly revealed itself, it seemed to be good enough to satisfy Harry’s twelve year old self.

He’d shown the polaroid to Hermione first, the bushy haired girl had smiled softly as she held the polaroid gently, “She seems lovely, Harry.”

Harry had nodded his head in agreement, you were lovely. He just hoped Dudley wasn’t terrorising you too much while he was away. His cousin always had somewhat of a crush on you, which Harry knew was ridiculous considering you all but loathed Dudley.

True to his word, Harry had taken plenty of pictures, many were of (non-magic) areas of the Hogwarts campus, many were of his friends; Ron, Hermione, Fred and George Weasley (who had an absolute field day with the muggle contraption), one or two of Hagrid and he even managed to capture a nice one of the owlery. Although you were one of his best friends, sometimes thinking about you while he was in Hogwarts brought his mood down. It reminded him of how much he wished you could’ve shared in his adventures and not to mention how much he missed you, you could hardly send him an owl, what with being a muggle and all, so he only got to spend time with you during the summer months.

Things had changed during his third year, though. When he received a rather shocking, albeit very welcome, letter.

Dear Harry,

I’d like to start by saying: hi, how are you? How’s school? Good? Great. Now that that’s out of the way… when you come home I’m going to KILL you!!! I cannot believe you didn’t tell me you are a wizard! Well, I understand why you didn’t but anyway.

You’re probably wondering how I found all of this out. Long story short, I saw Vernon’s sister floating around your sitting room and then I saw you running out swinging a wand around. I put two and two together. You would not believe how long it took me to figure out how to get in contact with you. I practically had to beg Dudley to tell me how to get this package to you, he eventually told me how in exchange for a kiss on the cheek. It was as horrifying as it sounds, the things I do for you, Haz, honestly. Don’t worry though, you can make it up to me over the summer.

I bought an owl by the way. I’m guessing she found you okay? Look after her for a little while before sending her back will you? She’s just a baby so she can’t do too much long distance travel just yet.The lady I got her from is a witch, she was very kind and knew exactly what I was looking to use an owl for. Her name is Astra (the owl’s not the lady’s)! Isn’t she lovely?

Moving on from that, I felt bad forcing you to send me pictures and getting nothing in return so I have decided to very kindly grace you with my exhilaratingly normal life. You will also find I sent you some of those sweets you like.

Tell Ron and Hermione that I said hi! Oh and Fred and George too! Get into lots of trouble for me ;) I suppose I better stop rambling now, sorry about that I’m just excited (and i might be missing you… just a tiny bit!)

Write back to me soon, if you can! Tell Astra I’m proud of her for making her first delivery! (give her plenty of treats for me yeah?)

I’ll let you get back to your wizardy stuff now, Haz.

Lots of love,

(Y/n) xoxo

P.s. your magical secret is safe with me. promise.

Harry looked up from your letter with a dazed smile, your new little owl was looking at him expectantly, no doubt awaiting her treat, “Good job, Astra. Your owner says she’s very proud of you,” he informed her, handing her a piece of bacon from his breakfast plate and laughed when she hooted happily.

Astra is a gorgeous little tawny, she has brown and white feathers that were fluffy to the touch. Harry could already tell she was well suited to you though, she was friendly as anything with the most curious eyes he’d ever seen.

“Whose it from?” Ron grunted from beside him, munching happily on his huge breakfast.

Harry let out a short laugh, digging into the envelope to pull out the photos and sweets you’d sent, “(Y/n).”

“I thought she didn’t know about you?” Hermione asked from beside Ron, Harry only shrugged.

“She figured it out. She’s quite clever, I think you’d like her Hermione. She says hi by the way.” He answered somewhat distantly, distracted by the pictures you’d sent, all of which had writing on the backs. He paused on one photo, he guessed one of your parents had taken it, you were stood in the woods, surrounded by trees with a huge smile on your face, your eyes were closed and your nose was scrunched up as a very tiny Astra seemed to be nibbling at your ear affectionately.

“I’m sure we’d get along, I admire her determination, really. And she even bought an owl?” The girl questioned, reaching over and petting Astra gently.

Harry’s smile was gentle as Astra hopped onto his shoulder, “Yeah, suppose she did.”

“Alright! I’m gonna say it!” George Weasley exclaimed, plucking the photo of you from Harry’s grasp, he held it between himself and Fred, the older twin had somehow swiped the letter you’d written. “Harry’s girlfriend back home is quite cute, don’t you think, Freddie?” Fred nodded resolutely, pushing the letter into George’s face as he pointed towards a specific line.

“I have to agree and look, Georgie, she told Harry to tell us that she says hi! Ugh, such a darling,” Fred fake swooned and Harry felt his face heat up while George made kissy faces.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Yeah, you had opened Harry up to a whole new world of teasing yet somehow he didn’t mind.

“Oi, do you think she’d like some of our Weasley products?” George asked genuinely, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry shuddered at the thought of you getting a hold of anything that Fred and George had created, because yes, you would like some magical pranking products. You had quite a talent for mischief, only in Harry’s worst nightmares would the Weasley twins ever get their hands on you.

Harry shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Dunno.”

“She single?” Fred asked jokingly and Harry scrunched his face up. He supposed you were single, though, he’d never really pictured you with anyone. He felt quite protective over you, but he supposed he'd like to see you happy with someone he approved of- or alternatively; anyone but Dudley.

“Think so,” Harry told him with another shrug before a cheeky grin spread across his lips, as he focused his attention on the twins who were nudging each other in mock victory, “Why? Should I write home and tell her the esteemed Weasley twins have a crush on her?”

George was the first the speak, he nodded, completely serious and Harry found himself worrying that perhaps one of the Weasley twins would get his hands on you.

“Yes. Absolutely,” Fred snorted and said no more, allowing his younger twin to continue the girl based antics seeing as Fred’s actual crush, Angelina, had started to glare. “In fact, give her my name. Tell her to write to me next time, eh?”

Harry’s eyes widened, oh Merlin, George was serious.

“Oh sod off, would you? The poor girl is a muggle, she’d throw herself off the astronomy tower if she got stuck with either of you prats.” Ron said through a laugh, none of them could deny it was quite funny, even Hermione had to bite back a smile at the chaos your simple letter had caused.

Around two weeks had passed until Astra returned to you, two letters attached to her leg this time.

You greeted her with a warm smile as she landed on the inside of you window, “Welcome home, pretty lady! Did you have a nice trip?” You cooed, patting her feathers and giggling when she nuzzled her head against your fingers. Having a magical owl as a pet was weird, but still, you seemed to be managing her okay.

Astra hooted happily, as if informing you that she did, in fact, have a nice trip. “That’s good! Let me take these letters off and you can have a well deserved rest, I’ve made a nice nest up for you,” you rambled softly as you untied the string that was holding the letters to her leg.

Astra hooted, hopping onto your arm and allowing you to place her on the plush pile of pillows and blankets which she immediately made herself comfortable upon, once again hooting in content when you placed a handful of treats in front of her.

You assumed that both letters were from Harry until you noticed the messy handwriting that covered one of the envelopes, handwriting that definitely didn’t belong to Harry. Besides, never, even in the furthest reaches of your imagination, would your best friend ever refer to you as; “Harry’s Pretty Neighbour”. You set that one to the side for the time being and focused on the letter you knew to actually be from Harry.

Dear (Y/n),

Hi. Sorry I didn’t tell you I was a wizard. If it makes you feel better I was actually planning on telling you this summer, but thank you for saving me from that conversation. I miss you too (only a tad). I hope you’re having a good school year so far, it’s been pretty chaotic here but I promise I’ll tell you every single tiny detail when we see each other at the end of May!

Did Astra get home okay? She’s a really lovely owl, she took quite a liking to George who (terrifyingly) has taken quite a liking to you. He’s been badgering me all week for “permission” to write to you, in his words, “just to say hello.” I think you’d actually get along but he and the rest of his family are very magic oriented, I’d be surprised if he didn’t scare you away… the pair of you together would be my worst nightmare. Don’t even get me started on how I’d feel if Fred was in the mix too. I’m tired just thinking about it.

Thank you for the sweets they were lovely, I put a chocolate frog in the envelope for you, it’s a really popular sweet in the wizarding world- don’t freak out when it hops, it’s just a charm the frog isn’t really alive.

I enjoyed the pictures too, I put a few in this letter for you too, the polaroid is running out of film but it should be enough to keep me going until the end of term.

Write to me again soon, I like hearing from you.

Take care,

Harry.

P.S. I’m really sorry you had to kiss Dudley, I’ll do something to make it up to you. Promise.

P.P.S. If George OR Fred manage to write to you PLEASE don’t eat anything they give you.

With a laugh you set the letter down beside you. Curiously, you reached a hand into the ivory envelope and pulled out the peculiarly shaped chocolate box as well as the polaroids. You viewed the photos with a fond smile, Harry always looked so happy, even with whatever chaos was happening around him. Wizard school definitely made your best friend the happiest he’d ever been.

Opening the next letter, which you now guessed judging by Harry’s letter, came from George Weasley, Harry’s friend Ron’s older brother. That was all you knew about him. You let out a gasp once you opened the seal, a small show of tiny fireworks shot out, exploding in balls of reds and oranges across your bedroom before they disappeared as if they’d never been there in the first place.

Slightly frazzled, yet amazed, you cautiously plucked the letter from the envelope and began reading.

Hello, Harry’s Pretty Neighbour.

I hope you enjoyed the show, hopefully it didn’t startle you too much… I’m not exactly sure what muggles are used to… if it did scare you I’m sorry.

Anyway, just wanted to say hi. Promised Harry I wouldn’t spook you, he’s quite protective of you, you know. It’s very sweet.

I don’t blame him, though. If I had a friend as pretty as you I’d be protective too ;)

Don’t break my heart, write back?

Yours truly,

George Weasley x

And that had been the start of it. Two years had passed since you’d discovered the wizarding world and it seemed as though things had simultaneously gotten worse and better. As it turns out, your lifelong best friend was some sort of prophetic hero in the wizard community and on top of that it seemed that there was a war brewing that he would be expected to lead.

Of course, you were completely useless as you don’t possess the ability to perform magic which also means you're at risk of being hate crimed by some classist, wizard, blood supremacists? You weren’t sure. But Harry was worried.

You’d been writing back and forth to a few of Harry’s Hogwarts friends (your friends now too) for a long while now, you’d even gotten a chance to finally meet them when you’d gone with the Dursleys to collect Harry from King’s Cross Station.

You got along best with Hermione seeing as she was raised similarly to yourself and Harry. However, of all of Harry’s school mates, you liked George the most. Everyone could have predicted it really, you’d been writing to each other constantly and the second you’d clapped eyes on each other in the flesh he’d broken out in a run to crush you in a hug. Harry had groaned at the sight of the pair of you, smiling widely at each other, seeming to slot together perfectly. He had to laugh about it now though, if things went well with Ginny he supposed you’d probably end up being his sister-in-law, assuming his predictions of George falling completely in love with you were correct (they were, he knew).

All air of laughter or wizard/muggle romances was gone at the moment however. You and Harry sat alongside each other, your hand holding his loosely between the swings you were sat on, he’d be going into his 5th year at Hogwarts soon, he’d yet to recover from the last. He’d made a friend only for that friend to be killed right in front of him. He’d almost been murdered himself for God’s sake.

“If you don’t feel safe, Haz… maybe, I don’t know? Don’t go back?” You suggested weakly, knowing he’d never do such a thing. As you expected, Harry shook his head and looked at you solemnly.

“Can’t. Not now that he’s back.” With a sigh you squeezed his hand.

“They should be paying you for this, you know,” Harry chuckled then, squeezing your hand in return.

“I’m doing this for you too. To keep you safe.” He admitted and you sighed miserably.

“I wish I could be of more help.” Harry scoffed, his green eyes shining with pure disbelief as he stared at you.

“More help? (Y/n) you must be joking…” he trailed off as you shook your head, you weren’t joking, you hated that you couldn’t help Harry through this, for once you knew there was nothing you could do to improve the situation in any way that would make an impact, “Oi. Look at me,” Harry demanded, no trace of the usual awkward sarcasm to be heard when he spoke.

You let your eyes meet his again and watched how they seemed to soften when he took in how utterly defenceless you looked, “If it hadn’t been for you, the first ten years of my life would’ve been an even worse hell than they already were. You were the only good thing and you’re still the only good thing about being back in this place.”

He watched sadly as your eyes fell to the floor again, “Besides, the sooner we get this mess with Voldemort sorted out, the sooner you and George Weasley can navigate the whole muggle/wizard romance thing.”

At his statement you barked out a laugh and Harry let himself smile too, “Shut up, Potter. S’not like that.”

Harry laughed then too, “Oh it is so like that, (N/n).”

“It so isn’t.” You grumbled, but your little smile confirmed to Harry that it absolutely was like that.

“Okay. Fine, please then do tell, what is going on between you and the infamous George Weasley?” Harry challenged, revelling in the way your cheeks burned with embarrassment. He let out a low chuckle when you shrugged shyly and kicked the stones beneath your feet.

“I don’t know… We write to each other a lot, and I think he’s really interesting and funny and sweet and of course I think he’s fit. But, I don’t know,” you bit your lip as Harry listened to you, he found it quite endearing. “I just don’t see how it would work. I like him, yeah, but…” Harry scoffed again as you trailed off. He hated seeing you feeling so insecure, Harry was clueless about a lot of things, but he knew exactly how much his best friend was worth- more than all the gold in Gringott’s.

“Ok as your best mate, and as someone who is very close with the Weasley family, I’m telling you that he’s mad about you. All he ever does is ask me about you, Fred is completely sick of him. He’s even told Molly about you, which is truly a commitment believe me,” Harry started, growing more content with the more bashful you became, “And didn’t he write to you just before the Yule Ball to tell you that he was going with Katie Bell as a friend but he wanted to tell you just incase you heard it from someone else and he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea?” Finally, you were back to fighting a smile.

“Yeah he did.”

“Well there you go. But seriously he hasn’t dated or even so much as looked at anyone else since he met you. Which I’ll be honest is super annoying for me but you deserve someone who thinks you hung the stars in the sky.”

A mock gasp left your lips and you released his hand to place it over your chest in faux hurt, “You mean to tell me you don’t think I hung the stars in the sky? I’m hurt, Harry. I think I’ll have to rat you out to Mrs. Weasley.”

Harry laughed but the lighthearted atmosphere didn’t last long before Dudley had shown up with his little gang of bullies, all of whom made fun of Harry’s nightmares.

It was then things had taken a turn for the worst, the sky turned black and storm clouds completely blocked out the previously scorching sun. You looked to Harry for answers but he seemed to be seeing something that you couldn’t, all you knew was that it had become unbearably cold, a feeling of misery making a home in your bones as Harry rushed to pull you to your feet.

“Run! Come on!” He shouted, clutching your hand tightly in his and sprinting through the neighbourhood until you, Harry and Dudley found yourselves struggling to catch a breath in a graffiti covered tunnel.

A terrified yelp left your throat as what you’d been running from revealed itself to you.

Several floating, cloaked shadowy figures swooped into the tunnel on both sides, their hands decaying and boney, their presence leaving you with the feeling that you’d never know positively ever again.

Harry had effectively used his body to cage you against the wall of the tunnel, his back pressed firmly against your chest, your own back pressed to the cold concrete wall, his wand was at the ready as the creatures approached rapidly.

“Don’t look at them.” Harry instructed, protecting you first as you watched in horror as one of the creatures seemed to be ripping Dudley’s essence straight out of his body.

It only took Harry a few painfully long seconds to take care of the creature in front of the pair of you, you’d wished you’d taken his advice and buried your head in his shoulder so you wouldn’t see the monstrous creatures before you, yet, you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from Dudley.

The rest happened in a blur, Harry had yet to let go of your hand as it (and your entire body) shook violently. Demontors broke even the strongest of wizards, Harry knew that as a muggle who’d never seen a magical creature, other than an owl, you’d react negatively.

“If it makes you feel any better, I used to faint every time I saw a dementor.” You nodded numbly, giving Dudley a side glance of concern while he mumbled incoherently to himself.

“Is he alright?” You questioned meekly, voice shaking. You were still freezing and the all too familiar feeling of uselessness didn’t do anything to help you regain your inner warmth.

Harry nodded, “He will be.”

“The ministry will be after my head for using magic outside of school,” he told you after a few minutes, squeezing your hand lightly for the umpteenth time, “So I’m gonna have to go away for a while. Probably tonight. Eat some chocolate, it should stop the shaking.” He told you, you hadn’t even noticed you’d reached Privet Drive.

“And they won’t-“ your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes filled with fear, “The dementors. They won’t come back, will they?”

Harry shook his head, “No. But come on, we should get you inside before the ministry shows up and tries to obliviate you.” His final words came out as more of a mumble than an actual sentence as he passed a bumbling Dudley over to Petunia and Vernon before steering you down your own driveway.

“You better not have broken her too, boy!” You vaguely registered Vernon’s voice shouting in your and Harry’s direction.

Your parents were away on holiday at the moment, in Spain. They’d wanted you to come but you hadn’t wanted to miss Harry’s visit, so when you shakily managed to open the door the house was completely dark, you weren’t sure at what point night had fallen.

Harry closed the door behind himself and made his way into your kitchen, the boy rifled through your sweet press before his hand finally settled on what he was looking for. A triumphant sort of yell left his lips as he pulled a bar of chocolate out of the cupboard.

While Harry tossed the bar onto the counter and busied himself with boiling the kettle, you stood in the hallway still, completely rigid.

“Come on, (Y/n). Sit down.” He urged gently, not turning around. Wordlessly, you fully entered the kitchen and slid into a chair facing Harry.

“Don’t you have better things to be doing than making me tea?” You wondered, setting your hands on the table and fidgeting with your icy fingers. Obviously, you appreciated Harry’s fussing but with the way he was talking about the ministry earlier you were sure he had more important things to worry about.

Harry only faced you once he was finished making your tea. He carried the hot cup and the previously discarded bar of chocolate over to you, he placed them both on the table before giving you a hard look, “I’m looking after you first. I’ll deal with everything else later.”

“I used to be the one who took care of you.” You said through a sigh, taking a sip of the hot tea and slumping against your seat as you began to heat up on the inside again.

Harry let out a low chuckle, “Oh how the tables have turned.”

“I liked it better the other way.” You complained, munching on a square of chocolate.

“Trust me, so did I,” Harry groaned, standing up and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry though, (N/n). Have a sneaking feeling that you’ll be looking after me again soon enough.”

You patted the hand he had clamped on your shoulder in appreciation, “Thank you, though, for looking after me.”

“Course. I better go. I don’t want you getting roped into anything else tonight,” he said with a sad smile and you nodded in understanding, “We probably won’t see each other for a while but I’ll write. Is Astra back from Cecilia's yet?” Celillia is the witch you’d gotten Astra from in the first place, the pair of you had kept in touch and she’d recently offered to try and teach you some basic divination skills, she claimed that, “Being a wizard isn’t exactly a requirement” and you desperately needed something, anything, to make you feel more connected to your friends in the wizarding world. You supposed you’d need to plan a trip to her cottage soon, after tonight you definitely needed some of her wisdom.

“No, not yet. She flew straight there from the burrow so I suppose she’s probably resting,” you informed him distantly, still clutching his hand, “You’ll be careful, won’t you?”

Harry squeezed your shoulder and let out a deep breath, “I’ll try my best. Promise,” with that he lifted his hand from your shoulder and extended his pinky to you, you gladly linked it with your own. Harry noted, very gratefully, that the warmth had now returned to your hands and you’d stopped shaking so violently.

“Send me a letter once Astra gets back, alright? I’ll keep you updated on what’s going on over on my side.” You agreed before walking Harry to the door, hugging him tightly and watching as he approached the Dursley’s front door.

As predicted, Harry, George, Hermione and Cecillia had let you know that the wizarding world was crumbling fast. Admittedly you were worried about your wizard friends, but Cecillia had done a great job of keeping you distracted by keeping you buried under heaps of divination books, tarot cards and crystal guidebooks. As it turns out, though, you had quite the talent for making accurate detailed predictions.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were descended from a powerful seer,” she’d written to you in awe after you’d managed to predict exactly how a date of hers would go without missing a single detail.

Reading tarot cards quickly became one of your favourite hobbies to indulge in when you weren’t in school. You’d made the mistake of telling George about it in a recent letter, Harry already knew and he also knew that there was no point telling you that he didn’t have a heap of faith in divination. George however was having a field day with the new information.

The older boy teased you at every chance he got, but it was all in good fun as in every letter he sent, you’d find a page that he’d ripped out of his own divination book, the pages would be crinkled and have messy notes scribbled along the margins, with explanations over words that he knew you wouldn’t understand as a muggle. They were actually really helpful. Aside from all the teasing he found it quite endearing that you were trying to get familiar with some form of magic. Even if it was a form of magic wizards tended to ridicule.

He’d been quite worried about you, Harry told him about the dementors and how you’d been quite shaken up after your encounter with them. He’d written to you on a weekly basis, constantly checking in on you, making absolutely sure that no more dementors paid you a visit. He and Harry both kept you up to date with the constant and seemingly never ending rules being imposed upon them by their new headmaster, or headmistress; Delores Umbridge. George also disclosed to you all about his and Fred’s plan to leave Hogwarts and pursue their lifelong dream of opening a joke shop. You had nothing but faith in the twins, really. Your complete faith in them hadn’t stopped you from sending George a handful of crystals that you believed would help his and his shop’s success. He’d teased you relentlessly in each letter since he’d received your package containing citrine, tiger’s eye, amazonite, aventurine and smokey quartz. What he hadn’t mentioned since receiving your little gifts, is that he’d been carrying the five crystals around in their little orange mesh drawstring bag in his pocket everywhere he went. He had to give credit where credit is due and, to be fair to you and your holistic ways, he hadn’t run into any serious obstacles since he started carrying the gems around.

November through June had brought forth a plethora of unfortunate events. You were practically swimming in school work which left you with no time to write to Harry, or even practice tarot. As well as that, you’d been having nightmares, although Cecillia had warned that these dreams could hold some sort of prophesies within them, you highly doubted that though, you weren’t a wizard, only a muggle. Whether prophetic or not, the nightmares plagued you, keeping you up at night or waking you at all hours of the morning.

On one particular morning, you’d awoken with a gasp. Sweat coated your face, soaked your pillow cases and caused your legs to stick to your blankets in a way not even the June heat could've caused. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, tears welled in your eyes, and your body shook as violently as it had the night you’d come face to face with the dementors of Azkaban. The unadulterated fear coursing through your bloodstream suggested that perhaps this bad dream had been something more than simply that.

As fast as you could manage in your panicked state, you dragged your body out of bed and stumbled towards your light switch, flicking it on before haphazardly ripping a sheet out of the refill pad on your desk, grabbing a pen and beginning to scribble down the dream that you could only describe as a warning.

Your laboured breaths stirred Astra from her slumber, the tawny hooted tiredly, hopping out of her cage and fluttering over to your shoulder, settling there as you wrote.

Harry,

I hope this letter reaches you in time. I might sound completely mad but something terrible may be about to happen. I’ve been having these horrific dreams over the last few months, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry but Cecillia suspects they’re premonitions and I’m terrified she may be right. I’ve just woken up, it’s around 2am and if I’m lucky, Astra should get this letter to you before 6am…

Onto the dream, you were there and you were asleep, I was standing by your bed, it was a four-poster sort of thing, the room was decorated in mostly red and gold. You woke up panicked, you looked completely overwhelmed and you began shouting about your Godfather Sirius, about how he was in trouble… From then on I watched the day play out. You, Hermoine, Ron, Ginny, a boy with brown hair I’ve never met, I think you called him Neville in my dream, and a blonde girl- Luna I think you called her, you all went to the ministry to rescue Sirius and find some kind of prophecy. Harry you have to listen to me, you mustn’t go, it’s a trick, Voldemort planted it in your head and if you go you’ll only put Sirius in harm’s way. But, knowing you, you’re gonna go anyway… so here’s my advice: keep your eyes open for the witch Bellatrix. Keep Sirius away from the veil and please please please, be careful.

I’m heading to Cecillia’s cottage for the day and maybe even the next couple of days, send Astra there when you find time to write back.

I hope I’m wrong but if I’m not; good luck, Harry. I love you and if you don’t look after yourself the dark lord will be the least of your worries.

Lots of love,

Y/n.

Folding up the letter and placing it in a stray envelope, you addressed it and gently tied it to your loyal owl’s leg. “I’m gonna need you to go as fast as you can to get this to Harry, okay Astra?” She hooted with what you guessed to be determination before she set off, out into the night. Thankfully for you, now that your owl was occupied, you knew Cecillia owned a telephone so you’d have no problems contacting her. While writing to Harry, you’d left out a few details about the dream. You conveniently forget to mention that you’d watched his only remaining family member killed at the hand’s of Bellatrix, it had looked so terrifyingly real that your mind couldn’t have possibly conjured it up all by itself. You also failed to mention hearing Harry’s agonising scream as Sirius fell, the noise was nearly deafening. Seeing Sirius, a man you’d only seen in pictures, die and watching your best friend mourn for him was, well, traumatising. There was no way you’d get a wink of sleep for the remainder of the night, so, you quietly tiptoed downstairs and made a call.

The line rang three times before Cecillia’s voice sounded, chirpy as ever despite the late hour, “Hello?”

“Sorry to call so late,” was all you managed, your voice although shaky was immediately identified by the much older witch.

You could nearly see the soft smile on her youthful face as she spoke, “Ah, Y/n my darling, no worries at all! How is my favourite student doing at half two in the morning?”

“Not well, I’ve had another vision. I think you might’ve been right about the dreams being prophetic,” you told her, willing your voice not to crack as the image of your bad dreams crept into your mind once again.

Cecillia let out a gentle hum, “Shall I apparate over? You don’t sound in the highest of spirits, darling.”

“Yes please,” you answered simply and within seconds Cecillia was standing before you, a worried furrow in her brow and her ashy brown hair disheveled from apparating to you in such a hurry. How could she not? You were, after all, her protégé.

“Oh, darling. You look terribly shaken up, come, come, let’s get you some water,” she fretted, guiding you to your kitchen, magically flicking on the light with her wand and filling up a glass of water, with a few flicks of her wrist the glass had floated over to your usual seat at the table, meanwhile Cecillia had stirred you into the wooden chair adjacent the glass.

Wordlessly, the witch peeled your damp hair away from your face and secured it back with a crocodile clip shaped like a huge golden bumble bee, it’s wings adorned with glittering gems. The bee sat comfortably in your hair as Cecillia finally sat down beside you, she made herself comfortable on the kitchen chair, crossing one leg over the other, resting her elbow on the table and using it to prop her cheek up. Her wide green eyes stared at you sympathetically, watching intently as you sipped your water.

“I’m assuming your loyal familiar is sleeping soundly?” She wondered, referring to Astra. You shook your head, simultaneously swallowing a gulp of water before responding verbally.

“I sent her with a letter to Harry, it was more of a warning really,” Cecillia nodded her head, signalling you to go on, “I dreamt of Harry and his friends going to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Sirius Black, but it was a trap. When they got there they were ambushed by dark wizards and Sirius well he…” you trailed off, eyes growing distant and unfocused when the sight of the man being murdered reentered your mind’s eye. A gentle hand on your shoulder pulled you back to the present.

“This one was far worse than the others then?”

You nodded, “It didn’t feel like a dream, cecillia. It was like I was actually standing there but I couldn’t do anything to help though… as per usual,” you muttered bitterly, receiving a harsh squeeze to your shoulder in response.

Cecillia fixed you with a maternal glare, “None of that! You potentially saved a life tonight. And, as I effortlessly predicted since the moment I met you, you’ve got the magical gift of sight,” her hard look melted into something more forgiving as she spoke, “You’re much more than just a muggle. You may have been an extremely late bloomer, but, you’re a witch and a seer at that. A peculiar case indeed, although in the wizarding world stranger things have happened,” the old witch told you proudly, eyes shining with glee as your own filled with confusion.

“How do we know the dream will even come true?” You questioned.

Cecillia simply shrugged and offered you a cheeky grin, “I trust your feelings, darling.”

True to your initial feeling, you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, you knew you wouldn’t be able to rest until you found out whether or not your dream had come to fruition. Cecillia remained by your side throughout the night, eventually the sun had risen and your parents descended down the stairs, neither of them were surprised to see Cecillia sitting at the kitchen table. They saw her as an odd woman, very kind and perfectly lovely, but odd. You’d told them that she owned an animal sanctuary and that you’d been volunteering with her, it wasn’t too far fetched really, she had given you an owl after all, not to mention the amount of cats that hung around her cottage.

She explained to your parents that she needed your help at ‘the sanctuary’ for the next few days and that she’d drop you home once the work was finished. It hadn’t been a problem, so you traveled to Cecillia’s cottage after getting dressed and packing an overnight bag (full to the brim with tarot decks and only some clothes).

It was nearly 8 in the evening when Cecillia sauntered into her living room, where you were sitting, sporting a knowing grin, she held a piece of parchment in one hand and an unopened envelope in the other.

Jovially, she plopped herself down beside you, obviously doing her very best to contain a huge grin from forming on her face. Wordlessly, she placed the envelope on your lap with a mere, “For you.”

On the envelope you could tell by the handwriting that it had come from Harry. This was definitely a make or break moment for you. The contents of this letter would either confirm that you did in fact have magic, or, they would be responsible for causing you to experience a seismic amount of embarrassment. Swallowing the lump in your throat you tore the envelope open, freeing the letter and daring to read what was inside.

Dear Y/n,

Your dream was right. And that advice you gave about keeping an eye on Sirius? It saved his life. I suppose I’m mostly writing to say thank you. I’ve got some updates for you too: firstly, it’s finally been confirmed that Voldemort is back so my name is cleared. Secondly, it turns out that Remus and Cecillia are old friends, she contacted him earlier today about your vision and he and Sirius haven’t shut up about how impressive it is. I have a feeling you might be hearing from them soon, The Order now more than ever is in need of a secret weapon and genuine seers are hard to come by. I hate to involve you in this, it’ll probably be dangerous and you know I don’t want to see you hurt, or worse. But having said that, I’m glad we’re in this together now.

Astra got here in good time, by the way, she landed on my window just after I woke up from my vision of Sirius, it was actually quite freaky. I’m taking good care of her so don’t worry, she should be back to you at some point tomorrow.

Hermoine and Ron say hi too. I’m sure you’ll be hearing from George soon, seeing as he and Fred are in the Order… On that note I better get going.

Thank you again for the warning.

See you soon,

Love, Harry.

A bemused smile spread across your lips as you scanned the page, thankful to have finally made a significant difference in Harry’s life. Cecillia was grinning like a cheshire cat beside you, pride shimmering in her emerald eyes. She bumped her arm against yours playfully when you let the letter fall to your lap, “An old friend of mine will be stopping by in a short while. It seems he’d like to get you trained up in some defence against the dark arts.” She told you, still grinning.

“Defence against the dark arts?” You wondered out loud, you were sure you’d heard Harry mention those words to you before, however, the memories were fuzzy.

“Magic to keep you safe from darker magic, the likes of which the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters rely,” she explained darkly. Just then, a loud bang erupted from her open stone fireplace, a bubble of green dissipated as two men stepped less than gracefully onto Cecillia’s faux-fur rug. You recognised them both from your vision. They were Sirius Black and, if you were to take an educated guess, Remus Lupin.

Cecillia wasted no time before she was giddily jumping from her seat to greet the pair who had just appeared in her sitting room.

“Remus! Oh, how wonderful to see you!” She all but squealed, pulling the tall man into a hug and ruffling his already messy hair.

He reciprocated the hug with a gentle chuckle, “It’s nice to see you again, Cece. It’s been far too long,” he pulled away and the pair of them shared a fond smile before simultaneously looking to Sirius. “I trust you remember Sirius?” Lupin asked, almost rhetorically.

Sirius let out a booming laugh at that, “She could never forget me, now could you, Cece?” Cecillia rolled her eyes, and with a look of endearment nearly tackled Sirius into an embrace.

Seeing the woman who was essentially your magical mentor so overjoyed was lovely, Cecillia was jolly at the best of times but you’d never seen her quite like this. Her happiness added to your sense of helpfulness, Sirius Black was obviously important to more than just Harry, if the smile on the free-spirited witches face was anything to go by. Although you were ecstatic for the three witches and wizards before you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were imposing on an intimate reunion.

Awkwardly you cleared your throat, successfully bringing the trio’s attention onto you as you stood by the sofa, smiling unsurely. If it was even possible, all three of their smiles broadened when their gazes landed on you.

“Am I right in assuming that this is my guardian angel?” Sirius asked, separating from Cecillia.

Cecillia nodded, filled with pride, “And isn’t she just the loveliest guardian angel you’ve ever seen?” She gushed, half seriously.

You offered Sirius a bashful smile, along with a nod of greeting, “I’m glad to see you’re alright,” you told him.

His grin stayed fixed in place but he raised a single eyebrow in confusion, “Glad? And yet you’ve never met me before now…” his tone was laced with inquisition, as if he wanted to figure out what ulterior motive you could possibly have for caring about a stranger you’d only ever seen in a dream.

It didn’t take a seer or a psychic to see what Sirius was after, so you simply answered him truthfully, “No, we’ve never met, but you’re still a person, I watched that woman kill you, it was horrible, nobody deserves that. As well as that; I know how much you mean to Harry and what sort of best friend would I be if I didn’t try to help him keep his last family member safe?” Sirius nodded approvingly at your reply, looking between Remus and Cecillia.

“She remind you of anyone?” The black haired man asked in a low chuckle, Remus snickered and Cecillia bit back a grin.

The witch made her way back to your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, jostling you ever so slightly when she noticed your vaguely worried expression, “Don’t worry, darling, you just remind us of one of our most treasured school friends, I promise I will tell you all about it later. But for now, I believe Sirius was about to thank you for saving his life?” She prompted, waiting expectantly.

Sirius cleared his throat and straightened his posture before outstretching his arm, offering you his hand which you took firmly in your own. His voice was steady, strong and genuine when he spoke, “I am truly thankful for what you did for not only me but Harry today. I’m extremely proud of my godson for aligning himself with such a strong, powerful and wonderfully loyal young lady.”

“How sweet,” Cecillia cooed, before guiding you to the kitchen, “Come now, boys, kettles on- we have a lot to discuss!” She called over her shoulder.

There certainly had been a lot to discuss. The Order of the Phoenix thought having a seer at their disposal would be extremely beneficial in the upcoming war, the issue was; you are not yet of age and some members of the group didn’t wish to involve a child in their battle. Sirius, Remus and Cecillia made it abundantly clear that if you desired to join the Order, you were more than welcome but you would be welcomed under certain conditions. Those conditions being that your membership be kept under wraps and not disclosed to any muggles, meaning your parents.

“To keep them safe and to give you an escape route if things get too messy, even with the level of magic you’ll have gained by the time the war is in full swing, as a muggle born you’ll most likely need to flee quickly,” Remus explained, though it didn’t make much sense.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to run if my parents knew what we were running from? They’re open minded people, I’m sure they’d understand,” you attempted to reason, the trio but exchanged yet another loaded look with each other.

Cecillia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “We have a contingency plan in place, darling. Nothing you need to worry about for right now,” she reassured, easing your nerves a tad. “You trust me don’t you?” She followed up, her tone slightly stonier, more serious. You nodded your head certainly in response, there was no doubt about it; you trusted the witch with your life. “Then,” she began again, a somewhat chastising look on her face, “Trust that I will not allow a single hair on your head to be harmed.” This rule also extended to wizards not in the Order, which meant that when in the magical world, you were to air on the side of extreme caution.

Relating to that, another condition was that, at all times in the magical world, you were to be accompanied by an of age member of the Order. According to Sirius, who your were growing to like more by the second, he was going to arrange for a member of the Order to bring you to Diagon Alley in the morning to get you a wand. The prospect of having a wand of your own was terribly exciting, once again though, you found yourself wondering if you had it in you to properly wield one, or wield one at all for that matter. You were too exhausted to fret for too long, so the thoughts about magic levels and your own capabilities were only fleeting. Once all of the serious chat dissipated into friendly chatter, you managed to slip away from the table at which you were all sat. Making your way back to the sitting room, you tucked yourself into the corner seat of Cecillia’s old and very comfortable sofa, pulled your knees against your chest, wrapped your arms around them and rested your cheek against your knee. Slowly and deeply, you began to breathe in and out, fiddling with the amazonite bracelet that adorned your wrist in order to quell your ever growing anxiety. For a few sweet minutes you indulged in the calm silence, meditating peacefully in your comfy seat until a soft knock sounded from the doorway. When your eyes fluttered open they were met with the image of Sirius Black, leaning casually against the frame of the door, a hand plunged deep into his trouser pocket and another flipping a stray tarot card between his fingers. His eyes were focused on yours as he spoke, “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

You shook your head and patted the seat beside you, “‘Course not, come sit.”

The man chuckled but obliged, settling in the spot beside you and offering you the card he’d previously been fiddling with.

“The ten of swords,” you identified easily, “I assume you’ve been feeling quite overwhelmed if this card found its way to you.”

Sirius hummed, “CeCe tells me that you’ve a penchant for card reading. I was rubbish at divination back at Hogwarts, only took it because I thought it’d be easy but I could never get my head around it,” he reminisced, an airy laugh slipping from his lips.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who were you all talking about earlier when you asked if I reminded Cecilia and Remus of anyone?” He let out a deep sigh before fixing you with a soft smile.

“An old school friend of ours, she was more than a friend to me, but that’s a story for another time,” he started, staring out into the empty space before him a melancholy grin on his lips, “She was fiercely loyal to her friends, if she wanted to help there was absolutely nothing that would stop her from doing so. I know I don’t know you very well, but from what I heard today and the way in which you’ve been described to me by Harry; I can see her in you,” he finished, bumping his shoulder with yours and forcing a happy smile onto your lips which mirrored Sirius’.

“What’s her name?” You asked.

“Her name was Marlene,” Sirius answered.

Your heart dropped with his use of past tense, “Was?”

Sirius bowed his head slightly and began to twist the rings that adorned his slender fingers, “She was killed during the first war,” he told you, making eye contact once again, a grave expression on his face as he continued, “I saw your apprehension earlier when we brought up the topic of secrecy, but you must understand that during the first war we lost so many who were dear to us, keeping you in our back pocket will ensure that you aren’t harmed in the face of this war, if any dark wizards hear so much of a whisper of a muggleborn seer they will stop at nothing to eliminate you,” he paused for a brief second, never breaking eye contact, the gravity of the situation heavy on your chest your fingers absentmindedly found your amazonite bracelet once again. Your movements were halted when Sirius placed his large hand over yours, squeezing it warmly while staring at you determinedly, “You saved my life today, Y/n. So believe me when I tell you that I will stop at nothing to keep you safe,” he promised and you squeezed his hand in return.

“I know,” he smiled as he watched your eyes return to the ten of swords and your grin broadened with the sort of mischief he’d only ever seen in four people; James Potter, Marlene McKinnon and Fred and George Weasley. “I have a prediction for you.”

Sirius entertained you fondly, a mischievous air that reminded him of when he was your age surrounding the pair of you, “By all means, do tell.”

“I predict,” you paused for emphasis, “that we are going to be very good friends.”

Sirius let out a booming laugh of which the volume he couldn’t control, “That is a prediction I truly hope will come to fruition.”

“Oh no, this is a duo that spells trouble,” Cecillia giggled to Remus as they entered the sitting room.

Remus looked between you and Sirius with a grin, “With a mentor like you, Cece, I’m not surprised Y/n has a taste for mischief,” the ruffled wizard teased, receiving a gentle elbow to the ribs from your mentor.

“Oi, if you’re going to blame my beloved girl’s mischief on anyone you better blame it on a certain Weasley twin,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows and causing the boys to smile giddily like teenagers.

Sirius bumped your shoulder again, this time with a faux-scandalised smile, “A Weasley twin, eh? Come on then, which one?” You blushed heavily and cleared your throat in an attempt to alleviate the embarrassment filling your being.

“He’s just a friend!”

“Mhm. A friend that sends her annotated pages from his divination text book,” Cecillia sang and Sirius snickered.

“Whichever one it is must be quite taken with you if you made him actually crack open a textbook.”

“Annotations are quite intimate,” Remus half teased although you could see he believed what he’d just said, “I bet it’s George,” he directed the bet at Sirius who carefully observed the way you bit your lip and bashfully looked towards the wooden floor.

“I think you’re right, moony. Now!” He stood suddenly and pointed a finger at Remus expectantly, “We best get going and arrange Y/n’s accomplice for tomorrow’s field trip,” he wiggled his eyebrows before turning his head to face you again, he shot you a wink and you couldn’t stop the airy laugh that left your mouth at his lighthearted antics.

Remus gave Cecillia a one armed hug, “we’ll be seeing you both tomorrow then, it was lovely to meet you, Y/n, perhaps next time Sirius will allow me to get a word in,” he chuckled and Sirius responded by throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“I better get off, this husband of mine is growing jealous,” he told you in a teasingly hushed whisper.

Your eyes widened and you looked between the two men, “You two are married?”

A love struck smile took over both of their faces which immediately gave you your answer. “We’re engaged,” Sirius clarified before pulling you into a proper hug, “Get a good night's sleep, we’ll be sending an order member to collect you early tomorrow morning so you can be in and out of Olivander’s before a crowd can build,” he told you while giving you an affectionate squeeze, you could’ve laughed when you realised that it felt like you’d known Sirius forever but you also could’ve cried when you relived the image of him losing his life and realised that just because it was over and prevented didn't mean it hadn’t still transpired in your mind’s eye, you didn’t let that show on your face though.

“I’ll make sure I’m well rested,” you promised.

With that, Sirius bid Cecillia goodbye, and he and Remus left the way they’d came.

The rest of the night had been spent with Cecillia telling you story after story about her school days and the trouble she’d caused with Sirius, Remus, James and Lily Potter, Harry’s parents, and another boy who she only referred to as “the rat”. Though the tone of the stories were completely lighthearted, they weighed on your chest with a sense of such tragedy. A huge majority of their friends were killed young because of the war, a war that was now waging once again. It led you to wonder who’d be lost to this one, if perhaps you’d be on the list of names that Harry or Cecillia or George would speak about fondly with a dense undertone of sorrow in the years after the second war had long since been won. It was a risk you were willing to take though, the notion of fighting for a deserving cause filled you with a sense of purpose, a purpose you’d been searching for for years. More than that, you felt important. You were needed. An asset. You would actually be of some help.

True to your word, you’d been getting a good night’s rest. The bed in Cecillia’s spare room was the comfiest thing you’d ever come across, though, as you began to stir from your deep slumber you couldn’t recall the empty side of the double bed being quite so dipped.

Slowly and begrudgingly, you cracked your eyes open to see Cecillia smiling tiredly at you in the light of dawn, “Morning, darling. Sorry about the early start, I’ve made you some tea,” she greeted quietly so as to not disturb the peace of the early morning. She held two ceramic mugs, one in each hand and passed you the steaming cup that was hand painted green, keeping the brown one for herself. Tiredly, you patted the spot beside you and pulled the quilt to the side, inviting the witch into the warm bed. She happily slid in, pulling the quilt over her and chuckling quietly when you dropped your head onto her robed shoulder and began to sip the tea she’d made. Cecillia rested her head against yours and sipped on her own tea.

“Are you excited for today?” She asked and you hummed.

“I’m having mixed emotions,” you stated, “I’m excited to see everything, but I’m sort of nervous that I won’t have enough magic to even get a wand,” Comfort spread through your chest when Cecillia pressed her lips to the crown of your head.

“The wonderful thing about wands, lovely, is that the wand picks the wizard,” she began, “so whatever wand you end up with will accentuate the level of magic inside you. Its power will grow as yours does and you’ll soon come to realise that you couldn’t imagine wielding anything else,” her voice was wistful and her eyes shined with wonder as she recalled how it felt to bond to a wand.

“What do you think mine will be like?” You wondered, excitement awakening in you thanks to Cecillia’s encouraging words.

The witch took an exaggerated slurp of her tea before answering, “Something curious,” was all she said.

“Insightful,” you murmured and she shrugged unapologetically, her chaotic energy exuding now that she’d started to wake up fully. “What time is it anyway?”

“Half six, your chaperone should be arriving at seven and Olivander’s opens at eight,” she told you before shimmying out of bed, you whined in the absence of your head rest. “You better get dressed. Wear something nice, rumour has it that your tag along is quite the eligible bachelor,” she wiggled her eyebrows and all but floated out of the spare room. It was practically your room by now though, over the years since you’d gotten Astra and met Cecillia you’d stayed in the room on countless occasions. Cecillia embodied something that was something between a second mother, a spiritual mentor, a teasing older sister and a slightly kooky aunt.

“Oh? So do you reckon I should brush my hair then?” You jokingly called out after her only to receive a harsh scoff.

“Absolutely not! Don’t be desperate!” You barked out a laugh at her response, shaking your head and getting ready for the day ahead.

You were just about finished getting ready when a familiar bang sounded from the sitting room. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself one last look over in the mirror, happy with the outfit you’d chosen, you made your way towards the sitting room to come face to face with your surprise chaperone for the day.

When you shuffled into the sitting room, a smile immediately stretched across your lips upon seeing who had been appointed to stick by your side for the day, “George!” His name left your mouth in a squeal that would’ve been embarrassing had you not been so excited to see him. It’d been upwards of a year since the last time you’d seen George in the flesh and although you’d seen each other in photos and written to each other at a rate that was almost excessive, the prospect of spending time together in person was, for lack of a better word; magical.

George drew his attention away from the framed pictures that lined Cecillia’s fireplace to see you standing in the doorway, looking as bright as the newly risen sun and sporting a smile that he couldn’t quite put into words how it made him feel. It only took a second before his own cheek splitting smile grew on his face, and with it left his hopes of impressing you with his cool and collected attitude. You hadn’t given him too much time to dwell on his ruined cool guy facade as you all but threw yourself into his arms. The red head let out an endearing laugh, catching you in his toned arms, wrapping them tightly around your torso. A scarlet blush rising on his ears when he felt your smile against his neck. “Hello to you too,” he chuckled against your ear and you pulled back enough to look at him, your arms still secure around his shoulders.

“Sorry,” you started, the smile that still adorned your lips telling him that you weren’t all that sorry at all, “Hi,” you greeted, bashfully pulling your arms away from him.

The sitting room was quiet for a moment as the pair of you only stared at each other, would it be too much to tell him that you’ve missed him? You didn’t want to come on too strong after such a long time apart, you’d already tackled him into a hug within the first five seconds, but with that came your next internal question of; did you really want to keep this boy on his toes?

George, having already discarded his notion of acting nonchalant with you, bet you to the punch. He rubbed the back of his neck and flicked his gaze to the floor before bringing it back to you, “I’ve missed you.”

A giggle left your lips before you could think about choking it down, you nodded your head, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet, “Yeah, I’ve missed you too. Sorry I haven’t written, Astra is still with Harry.”

George gave you a grin, “No worries, darling. Heard you’ve been a very busy little psychic lately.”

Darling, you mused internally, the nickname echoing through your head and causing your heart to somersault in a way you’d never really felt before.

“Oh how sweet,” Cecillia sang from the doorway, a wicked grin on her face as she took in the two hopeless blushing messes, staring doe-eyed at each other in the middle of her living room. “I hate to break up the reunion, my dears, but the pair of you really should get going,” she instructed, strutting up to you and holding a cloth pouch in your direction, “Sirius left you some spending money, it’s different than the money you usually use but I’m sure George will have no problem helping you out,” Cecillia shot the boy a wink and he nodded, once again growing bashful.

“Now,” she grew serious, directing her words at George and making him slightly intimidated with her strong eye contact, “You are to be extremely careful. You are not to mention that Y/n is a seer and you are not to draw any attention to the fact that she is a muggleborn, if Mr. Olivander asks, she’s a half-blood who's been living in the states and that’s why she doesn’t have a wand,” you wore a confused expression, George nodded in complete understanding, “Did Sirius give you the list?”

George nodded once again, pulling a folded piece of parchment out of the back pocket of his slightly baggy denim jeans, “May I take a look?” Cecillia asked, already snatching the parchment from George’s long fingers and unfolding the sheet and reading it aloud, “Alright! A wand… seriously? He used a whole page of parchment just to write one thing?” She grumbled, stomping over to the nearest side table, leaning down and began to scribble on the parchment. You looked to George as she wrote, “Why do you have to say I’m from the States?” You asked quietly and George leaned down slightly to be closer to your ear.

“Witches and wizards in America don’t get wands until they’re of age, we get them here when we’re eleven,” just as he was finished offering his explanation, Cecillia walked back over, a hard look on her face that you weren’t used to seeing, though it seemed that the look was reserved for George.

Silently she handed him the parchment before looking to you, hard look dissolving back into her usual playful expression, “Have fun, lovely.” She then turned to George again, apparently having had enough of trying to intimidate the poor boy, she shot him a smile, “You’ll be taking the floo to Diagon Alley, my fireplace is big enough to take the both of you at once,” she handed George a pouch of what looked like green powder, “George knows what to do, now, not to sound like a broken record but do stay safe and have fun,” she finished, ushering the pair of you into her fireplace. You couldn’t lie, it was quite strange, you supposed you should get used to things coming across as strange, you were about to be exposed to the magical wizarding world for the first time after all. In the fireplace, you stood shoulder to shoulder with George, noticing the nervous look on your face, he slid his hand into yours gently. When you looked at him, he kept his face focused on his feet, “Ready, Y/n?” Taking a deep breath you nodded shakily.

“Ready, George.”

At your words, George slammed the green powder onto the ground and shouted, “Diagon Alley!”

You were sure you were going to be sick. Whatever the powder was, it had you spinning at a pace you didn’t know was possible, you had screwed your eyes shut and you were almost certain that you could feel yourself physically moving. It was only when George tugged on your hand that you opened your eyes to see that your surroundings had actually changed. “It’s horrible the first time, but you get used to it,” George said, pulling you by your still intertwined hands onto the cobbled street. The dizziness died down after only a few seconds out in the fresh air, the added sensation of George’s thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hand seemed to do the trick in settling you completely as you took in the street ahead of you. It was dazzling, really. A long cobbled street, lined with shops that looked like they were plucked straight out of a fairytale. As planned, the streets were fairly empty in the early morning as George led you down the path towards the shop where you’d hopefully get your wand. The name “Olivanders” was written above both windows of the dark shop, the words “makers of fine wands since 382 B.C.” were to be seen just above the door. Excitement had completely overridden your nerves and you practically skipped towards the door, George followed casually behind you, his hands tucked into his pockets and a fond smile on his lips.

“I suppose you’re excited then?” He asked teasingly and you didn’t bother trying to hide your obvious childlike wonder as you waited for him to catch up with you.

“It probably seems silly to you, but this morning Cecillia told me all about when she got her wand and it sounded so wonderful,” you told him, smiling when he bumped his shoulder against yours.

“I don’t think it’s silly, I still get giddy thinking about the time Fred and I got wands of our own,” he pushed the door open and motioned for you to step inside, slowly you walked into the empty shop. It was dark and somewhat dingy but there was something very mystically inclining about it, you could feel the energy and it was utterly exhilarating.

“Wow,” you breathed out, spinning where you stood, gazing at the boxes upon boxes that lined the shelves.

Only a minute passed before an old man stumbled to the front of the shop, smiling at the pair of you from behind the counter, “Ah, Mr. Weasley, it’s good to see you, it’s been some time. What can I do for you this morning? I see you’ve brought a friend,” the older wizard greeted and you smiled in response.

“I’m looking for a wand. I’ve been living in the states for the past few years but I just moved home,” you lied easily, George couldn’t help but smirk, what he’d give to have had you around for some of his and Fred’s pranks at Hogwarts.

The old man nodded in understanding, his eyes scanned you, his eyes were scrutinising and you fought the urge to squirm under his gaze, “Interesting. One moment please,” he said, murmuring to himself as he searched the isles for what he was looking for. A small “aha” sounded from within the isles, he was back in front of you within seconds, an open rectangular box in his hand. It was absolutely gorgeous, it resembled a raw tree branch, wood spiralling up its expanse until it stopped at the top, cutting off in a jagged, dull edge. He must’ve noticed how your jaw dropped, how could he not? He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you since you’d wandered into his shop. He was an old wizard, but he wasn’t naive, he was well aware you weren’t returning from America, he could sense an energy in you that he hadn’t come in contact with in a long time. “Curious, isn’t it?” He prompted you, causing you to let out an airy laugh. Cecillia was going to tease you big time when you got back to her cabin.

“It’s lovely, what is it?” He offered you the box expectantly and you hesitantly picked up the wand with as much care as you possibly could. It was cool against your skin and was heavier than you’d imagined it would be.

“Thirteen inch, oak; cut from the base of a tree, which at the time, was almost six hundred years old,” he explained, watching happily as you ran your fingers along the wands several ridges,”With a phoenix feather core, quite a rare piece indeed. Unfortunately, this particular wand has been extremely difficult to match to a witch. But something tells me that you might be just the witch for the job,” he held your gaze and you once again got the feeling that he knew something he shouldn’t, “Go on, then. Give it a wave,” he prompted and you looked to George for further encouragement. George laughed at your lost expression, pulling his own wand out and pointing it towards the now empty box on the counter, “Like this, love,” he demonstrated, moving his wrist in a semi-circle motion, making the box levitate off the counter.

Another pet name. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach in favour of clearing your throat, squaring your shoulders and pointing your wand at the same box George had just made float, which was now settled back against the counter. Imitating the boy beside you, you moved your wrist in a swift semi-circle. Suddenly, a golden light poured from the tip of the wand and warm air surrounded you, gently blowing your hair back and forcing a laugh of disbelief to leave your lips. George stood wide eyed beside you, his lips parted slightly. He was amazed really, he went through five wands before he found the one that fit him, yet you’d found yours on the first try, and he had to admit; you looked glorious doing it.

After paying for your wand, you exited the shop, looking around George’s side at the list he was holding. From what you could make out, Cecillia had added a number of items to the originally very short list; 1) a wand, 2) a pendulum (crystal of the ladies choice), 3) crystals: labradorite, lapis lazuli & azurite, 4) mugwort, 5) new tarot deck (again, whatever she wants Sirius can afford it ;)).

“Suppose our next stop is the divination shop,” George said, mostly to himself but gave you a mischievous smile, “If we hurry up and get our shopping done fast we could probably get a butterbeer in before we rejoin the rest of the Order,” he sang, grazing his hand against yours as you walked side by side.

“Beer? You seriously want to drink beer at half eight in the morning?” You asked him, your eyebrow raised and he replied with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close against his side and once again leaning his head down so his lips were level with your eye.

“No, you git,” he began with a laugh, “It’s not really beer, it’s pretty sweet; most wizards love it.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, “Sounds nice,” you told him absently, preoccupied with all the intriguing shops that surrounded you. George’s arm remained wrapped around your shoulder as you strolled further into Diagon Alley, seemingly uninterested in his offer for a butterbeer. The pair of you got what you needed from the shop and, since it hadn’t taken long, you decided to take George up on his drinks offer. You noticed that he seemed a little bit crestfallen since your noncommittal answer earlier.

“Hey,” you said, bumping your arm against his.

“Hello,” he replied, returning the gesture.

“So… d’you wanna go get one of those beer things that you were talking about earlier?” You asked nervously, your lip between your teeth. For all you knew, asking someone to grab a butterbeer in the wizarding world was the muggle equivalent to proposing.

George flashed you a grin that was almost childlike, it was mesmerising, so sweet and pure and you almost wished you’d brought your camera to take a picture of it. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With a giggle you let him grab your hand and lead you excitedly towards a building that had “The Leaky Cauldron” written above the door. When you got inside, George led you to a small round table with two chairs and you both sat down opposite each other. As casually as you could, you rested your elbow against the table and let your cheek rest against your fist, for a solid few minutes, while George ordered, you curiously looked around the pub until your gaze finally rested on George who was already looking at you with a soft smile, “Having fun?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You nodded your head, “Mhm, are you? I’m sure getting up at the crack of dawn to take me shopping isn’t something someone like you would usually like to do for fun,” you said, becoming slightly self conscious when you realised that he probably wasn’t enjoying the morning as much as you were. This was all normal for him, you’d nearly forgotten.

George gave you a perplexed look, “Course I’m having fun, love. But, what do you mean someone like me?”

You shrugged, once again pushing down the butterflies that arose in your stomach from the pet name, “I dunno, you’re just- you’re mischievous and fun and… I don’t know, shopping for stuff with me doesn’t seem like it’s something you’d want to do. I just hope Sirius didn’t force you into it,” you admitted shyly, smiling gratefully at the waiter when he placed the mugs of golden liquid on the table.

George chewed on his bottom lip for a second before he shook his head, “He didn’t force me. I sort of, well, I sort of forced him to let me take you. He wanted Professor Lupin to do it but I…” he let out an exaggerated sigh before giving you a smile, “I wanted to spend time with you,” he confessed sweetly, watching happily as a smile formed on your lips and you tried to hide it in the rim of your butterbeer. He laughed when your face lit up once the liquid hit your lips, “Like it?”

“This stuff is amazing,” you almost shouted, taking another large sip from the drink, “No wonder you all love it so much.”

George snickered, “Just in case it wasn’t clear; I’m having a lot of fun with you,” he said all too casually, taking a sip of his drink.

“Where to now?” You wondered, after you’d finished your drinks and set off back towards the floo network.

George shot you a cheeky look and wiggled his eyebrows, “I’m taking you back to headquarters.”

“Sounds ominous,” you commented, following him into the fireplace, nervously.

“D’you want a tip?” George asked out of the blue and you looked up at him expectantly, nodding. “The dizziness isn’t as bad if you keep your eyes open,” he whispered, taking your hand once again and throwing down the same green powder from earlier and shouting a new location that you hadn’t heard before. You cringed as the world began to spin, listening to George’s advice hadn’t helped much as the transportation was just as awful as it had been the first time. Unbeknownst to you, you were squeezing George’s hand like your life depended on it, George’s thumb had resumed brushing circles around your hand in response, the harsh squeezing didn’t bother him at all, not when it was you doing the squeezing. Just like earlier, George led you out of the fireplace and into the unfamiliar sitting room. Though the room was completely unfamiliar it was full of faces you immediately recognised, one face in particular standing out above all the rest.

In a second you’d dropped not only George’s hand, but all of your shopping bags to the floor carelessly and hurled yourself towards the boy who had already begun rushing towards you the second he caught sight of you appearing in the fireplace. Your bodies collided with so much force that you nearly sent each other tumbling to the ground, laughter sounded from both of you as you swayed the other, almost roughly, the way you always did when reuniting after an extended period of time.

“Glad to see you in one piece, Harry,” you told him with a cheeky smile on your lips, opting not to call him Haz in front of all of his wizard friends lest they tease him, not to mention you’d become quite possessive of the nickname, you wouldn’t be too pleased if anyone else started adopting it. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud.

“Yeah, you too,” his smile was as wide as could be when he shook his head, “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Do you want me to pinch you?” You teased, jokingly taking his cheek between your thumb and your pointer, giving the skin between them a gentle squeeze. Harry swatted your hand away with a low chuckle and unraveled his arms from around you.

“Alright, you two, if you’re ready we have some matters we need to discuss with our newest member,” Sirius’ voice sounded from behind you, a knowing look on his face as he watched Harry sneakily pinch your arm in retaliation. He had to fight the urge he felt to reminisce on his old school days; when he’d purposely annoy James, Remus or Peter and receive the exact same mockingly vengeful look that you’d just given Harry.

“I’ll bring your things to the kitchen,” George announced, reminding you of his presence before he walked rather quickly out of the room, bags clutched in his hands.

Harry snorted out a laugh when Sirius followed George out of the room, leaving the both of you alone. Harry wiggled his eyebrows and did his best to make his voice take on a sultry tone, “he’s bringing your things to the kitchen.”

“Shut your mouth, Potter,” you replied, pinching his cheek for the second time and tossing your arm around his shoulder, him doing the same as he led you to what you assumed was the kitchen.

“Do I have your permission to open my mouth to tell you something,” Harry asked lightly, stopping so you were both standing outside a closed wooden door.

“I’ll allow it,” you answered, smiling softly at your best friend.

Harry grinned, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Haz,” the boy groaned at the name but made no further comment, he pushed the wooden door open and walked inside.

The room held a long table where many adults were sat, chatting in hushed whispers when you entered the room, some of whom you recognised and some you didn’t. Mrs. Weasley was fluttering about the table, filling people’s tea cups before she spotted you. The woman, who you’d only ever met briefly at King’s Cross station one year, rushed over to you and greeted you warmly, “Hello, dear! Come, come sit down!” She ushered you to a vacant chair beside George and across from Fred, Harry took the seat on your other side. “I trust you got everything you needed from Diagon Alley? I hope that son of mine didn’t cause any trouble for you,” you gave her a friendly smile and shook your head.

“Yes, we were able to find what we needed and George was very helpful,” Mrs. Weasley, seemingly satisfied with your answer, offered a gentle smile to you and George. She then pushed a cup of tea towards you before sitting down herself.

Beneath the table George bumped his knee lightly against yours, but didn’t break from his conversation with his twin as he left his knee pressed against yours. You didn’t draw attention to it either, simply letting your knee relax against his as the witches and wizards at the long table grew quiet in favour of staring at you wordlessly.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard the news of the seer we’ve acquired,” Sirius’ commanding voice broke the silence as he stood up from his chair, and placed his palms against the table, “I’ve brought her here today so that we may discuss proceedings to ensure her safety.”

“Yes,” a toneless drawl, drawn out nasally from the end of the table drew your attention to a black haired man at the opposite end of the table, “and what of Mr. Potter’s presence?” He asked, almost menacingly. Right off the bat, you didn’t like the greasy haired man. He was rigid and his face sported a permanent snarl and from across the table you could already tell; he wasn’t on your side.

“She’s my best friend, I’m here to make sure she’s not going to be put in any unnecessary danger,” Harry told the man shortly, in a tone that he’d more than likely perfected after having spoken to the man previously.

“As touching as that may be,” the older man snarled, “you are not a member of the Order.”

“Oh, enough, Serverus,” Sirius scoffed, pulling his hand down his face in exasperation before he let his eyes settle on Harry, “Perhaps you should wait upstairs for now. We’ll let you know of any significant updates.”

“I’ll tell you everything later, promise,” you whispered quietly, linking his pinky with yours beneath the table before he stropily took his leave.

“As I was saying,” Sirius spared Severus a glare and continued, “As we know, Yn is an unregistered wizard with an unregistered wand, meaning she won’t be on the radar of The Ministry of Magic. On the downside of this, seeing as her power manifested late, she is also untrained.”

All gazes fell to you once more, only Remus’ eyes were staring softly, crinkled at the edges from the smile on his lips, “I’ll be tutoring her in Defence Against the Dark Arts over the summer. She’ll catch up quickly, no doubt,” you smiled gratefully at him from your spot, relaxing a bit knowing that you’d actually be learning how to defend yourself the wizard way.

“I suppose I will be tasked with teaching the art of Occlumency? A seer with an easily accessible mind is hardly an asset,” Severus drawled. You didn’t have a clue what occlumency was, in all honesty, but you kept your mouth shut in favour of asking Remus when the meeting was over.

The meeting soon drew to a close, the older Order members slinking to one end of the table to arrange the schedule for your glorified summer school while you, Fred and George snuck away to find Harry. You found him sitting against the headboard of a bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms, “How’d it go?”

“Take a guess, mate, Snape had a right sour look on his face the whole time,” Fred answered, sitting on the bed across from Harry’s. George sat beside him and you made your way to sit with Harry.

“Ah, so that was the infamous professor Snape?” All three boys nodded, looks of exhaustion on their faces, “I don’t trust him. Something is very off about him,” you spoke thoughtfully and the boys nodded in agreement once again.

“I don’t like the idea of you being alone with him,” George said, his brows furrowed.

Fred snorted and clapped his twin roughly on the shoulder, “Getting a bit jealous are you, Georgie?” Harry laughed along with Fred while you blushed lightly and George felt heat rising up the nape of his neck.

“Sod off,” he muttered, but made no attempt to deny that he was slightly jealous of all the alone time his old evil potions professor would be getting with the girl he was harbouring feelings for.

The afternoon quickly turned into the evening and before long you were gathering your things and preparing to return to Cecillia’s. Harry would be heading back to the Dursley’s later that night, much to his dismay. You told him you’d be back on Privet Drive at some point the next morning since Cecillia would be dropping you home, as she promised your parents, so he wouldn’t have to suffer alone for too long.

That summer came and went in a bit of a blur. Two days in each week were spent learning how to protect yourself against the dark arts with Remus. He’s an amazing teacher, that couldn’t be disputed. In the space of only two months he had you duelling like you’d been doing it since the day you were born. Of course, you were thrilled to be bonding with your wand and developing (according to Remus) a very impressive skill for Defence Against the Dark Arts. But, on top of that, the shared conversations and exchanging of stories over hefty mugs of hot chocolate with the werewolf had been a huge highlight of your summer, and had caused the two of you to grow exponentially closer.

September was nearing and with it came a stiff breeze that prompted the hair on your arms to stand alert as you waited by the bus stop, the one just down the road from your house. Today was to be an important lesson with Remus, he hadn’t told you what the lesson would entail, but he had said that it was a charm that was “of the utmost importance”.

Although June, July and August were technically your summer holidays, you’d barely had a second to rest. You were, at this point, running on fumes and sheer will power. Extensively using magic was bound to wear you out, however, getting a good night’s rest after a gruelling training session had become something of a luxury for you. Visions of the future and retellings of past torments plagued your dreams and allowed you no time to rest. One vision in particular had been reoccurring, it arrived every night for the past two weeks, taunting you. The autumn chill that dripped down your spine reminded you of the premonition, having your hairs standing due to fright, rather than cold. It was always the same, no details ever shifted or warped and, unfortunately, the experience never grew any less harrowing. The warning that the vision brought about weighed on you heavily and followed you around like a stray cat. Images of a cold, desolate, blue-hued cellar lived behind your eyes, the phantom feeling of freezing metal shackles weighed on your wrists painfully and the undiluted terror combined with the indescribable agony brought about by the unfamiliar wand shoved against your throat had you forcing yourself to stay awake until you physically couldn’t anymore, each and every night. Nobody knew about the vision, you didn’t want to worry them, though, you knew that your distress was beginning to become visible; dark bags were prominent beneath your eyes, Harry had watched you fall asleep in the middle of the day, often on his shoulder, almost everyday that week and Remus could tell by the sluggish movements of your wand that your mind was elsewhere.

A few minutes passed before your bus arrived, the journey to Grimmauld Place was quite long but you couldn’t seem to warm up to floo travel, so going on a regular bus was the better option. When the red double decker pulled up, you greeted the driver with a smile and paid for your ticket. You made your way up to the second story and sat right at the front. The bus, as it normally tended to be, was empty. Resting your head against the window, you let your eyes slip shut, the noises of tree branches brushing against the speeding windows lulling you into a, hopefully, peaceful sleep.

Thankfully when you woke up, no visions lingered. You woke up just in time too as the bus was rounding up to your stop. As usual, Remus waited for you at the bus stop, his hands shoved deep in his tattered jacket pockets and a gentle smile on his lips.

Still groggy from your nap, when you exited the bus you greeted Remus with a tired wave.

“Dare I say you haven’t been sleeping well, dear?” He said gently, walking alongside you towards the house.

You thought about it for a second, perhaps telling someone wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. “I’ve just, well, I’ve been having this nightmare,” you started, growing nervous just thinking about it.

“Nightmare or vision?” He pressed as you walked into the house.

Guilt creeped into your chest upon seeing the clear worry on his face, “I think it’s a vision.”

Remus nodded quietly, placing his hand on the small of your back and pushing you in the direction of the living room. He gave you a warm smile, when you sat down on the sofa. He grabbed a blanket that hung over the back of the sofa and draped it over your lap. “I’ll make us some hot chocolate and we can discuss this,” he suggested.

“I thought you had an important lesson for today?” He only shook his head, smiling lightly.

He made his way to the door wordlessly and returned within two minutes with two big, steaming mugs in his hands. Remus handed you a mug and sat down beside you on the sofa, accepting your invitation to pull the blanket over his lap too.

“Now tell me; what has been going on in that wonderful mind of yours?”

You took in a deep breath, staring into the hot chocolate and avoiding his understanding gaze, “It happened for the first time around two weeks ago. I thought that it was just a dream, it didn’t feel like a dream but I thought that if I kept telling myself it was I would start to believe it,” you started, taking a sip of your drink before going back to staring at it, “But it kept coming back. Every night for the last two weeks. I haven’t been able to sleep, I’ve been too scared to,” your voice was small as you made the confession. You hated that the feeling of helplessness was beginning to wash over you yet again.

“What happens in this vision?” At his question, you placed your cup on the floor and turned to face him fully, turning on the sofa and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“It’s always the same. I wake up and the first thing I know is that I’m absolutely freezing. I’m in this cellar-like thing. I’m chained up by my wrists and my feet are barely touching the ground… I can’t see anyone but I can feel-“ your breath hitched and you rushed the swipe the tears that were falling away from your cheeks, “I can feel a wand against my throat, it’s pressing hard. There’s a whisper, it’s quiet and ghostly and I can barely make it out but I hear them say; crucio.”

Remus’ eyes widened in horror.

“Then I feel nothing but agonising pain and then I wake up,” Remus’ eyebrows furrowed.

“You’ve had this same vision every night?” You nodded.

“I know I should have said something but I didn’t want anyone to worry,” it was then that Remus grabbed your hands and looked at you with a sense of urgency you didn’t know he could possess.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully,” his eyes were wild and his hands shook lightly as they held yours, “You-Know-Who is back. There are already reports of certain Wizards going missing and none of us have any doubt that it’s his doing. And although I- we- care for you a great deal, it would serve us all well to remember that you’re a detrimental piece in this war. If he catches wind of you, he’ll stop at nothing to take you from us,” your heart was now running at the speed of a hummingbird. “We have a plan in place to keep you safe, I fear we may have to implement it sooner than planned.”

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the entire Order of the Phoenix, all of whom looked grave. Cecillia sat to your right while Nymphadora Tonks occupied the seat to your left. You had the pink haired auror to thank for your duelling capabilities, as well as Remus of course. Her presence was comforting, she made it a point to shoot you a wink every time she caught your eyes looking more fearful than usual.

“Our original plan will need to be tweaked, I ran into Narcissa Malfoy in Diagon Alley and she very plainly insinuated that I was a person of interest in the death eating community,” Cecillia informed the table, a, for lack of a better word, bitchy tone laced in her voice. She’d told you many of her Hogwarts stories, you could recall her telling you that she and the woman she’d mentioned, Narcissa, had once been good friends until around their fourth year. She hadn’t told you what exactly had happened, only that it had been messy.

“What was the original plan?” You asked, growing frustrated with the Order’s lack of communication skills.

Thankfully, being one of the younger members of the group, Tonks understood your frustrations and spoke up on behalf of the group, regardless of whether they were ready for you to know or not; she understood that it was your life they were coordinating.

“We talked about relocating you to CeCe’s. We also, and far more pressingly, planned on erasing all traces of you from both the muggle and wizard world. Which would mean using a memory charm on your family and friends in the muggle world,” Tonks explained, eyes locked on yours while everyone else in the room glared daggers at the purple haired girl.

“Yes. Though we also planned on telling you this information with a far more delicate approach,” Snapped Molly Weasley from the end of the table, causing Fred, who sat to her left, to roll his eyes.

“She’s been riddled with visions of being ruthlessly tortured with an unforgivable curse for the past two weeks. I think the time for delicacy is long passed,” the older of the two twins practically scoffed. George nodded in agreement.

“Besides,” he set his gaze on you, eyes genuine and unwavering as he spoke, “she’s strong enough to handle the truth. It’s time you all stopped acting like she isn’t.”

The table fell silent. His words hung in the air as many of the adults hung their heads.

“By memory charm I’m assuming you mean obliviate?” You broke the silence, if you could you hoped to start an open conversation with the experienced witches and wizards that surrounded you.

“Yes. They’re completely reversible and once the war is over I’ll restore all of the memories.” Cecillia said.

“We know it’s a huge ask, dear, but it’s our best chance at keeping you out of that wretched creature’s hands,” Molly attempted to soothe both you and herself when she pictured what it would like to be in your shoes, how she’d feel if she had no other choice but to be forgotten by the thing she valued the most; her family. Molly Weasley had never been very good at hiding her maternal instincts, over the summer that fact had become glaringly obvious to you. You and Harry had laughed about how the children of Privet Drive had a special place in her heart.

“I understand,” you told her sadly, chewing on the inside of your lip, “I’m guessing by the atmosphere in the room that I won’t be home to say goodbye before you wipe their memories,” you shifted yours eyes from person to person, stopping when Cecillia took your hand firmly in hers.

Her lips were downturned and her eyes filled with guilt, she shook her head mournfully, “I’m afraid we can’t risk it, my darling. Even being here places you in danger at the moment.”

“Where will she go then? If CeCe’s place isn’t an option we’ll have to find a safe house,” Sirius sounded and, simultaneously, both Fred and George stood up, shoulder to shoulder with very professional expressions on their faces.

“We may be able to help with that, actually. George, if you would,” Fred started, nodding to his twin who straightened his shoulders and puffed his chest out over so slightly.

“Thank you, Fred. As you know, we have a property for Weasley Wizard Wheezes secured and we’ll be living in the flat above where the shop will be,” everyone at the table, including yourself, stared at the twins in confusion, not quite sure where they were going with their little pitch until Fred took over again.

“And that flat has three bedrooms,” he said, a smirk growing on his thin lips.

George spoke again, “Which means there’s one for me and one for Fred.”

“Which means there’s one spare,” Fred grinned wickedly.

Tonks let out an impressed laugh once the penny finally dropped, “We apparate her in and nobody would ever know a thing. Nobody other than those of us in the room know that Y/n is a friend of the Weasley’s, plus us visiting the joke shop wouldn’t raise any suspicion. I have to give it to them, it’s a great idea,”

“And one of the two of us will always be within shouting distance if anything happens,” George added, somewhat pleadingly.

Sirius looked across the table at you, “Y/n, it’s up to you. Whatever you decide will be final, we won’t interfere,” he promised sincerely. It was an easy decision, but still, it weighed heavily on your chest. In all honesty, you weren��t worried about your location, staying with the twins would surely be a light and fun time amidst all the doom and gloom. Your worry was that you would, once again, be handing over your control. Sirius dressed it up as though it was your choice, but you knew that this was probably their best option and in reality you really had no other choice than to move in with Fred and George.

“Sounds good to me,” you whispered halfheartedly, eyes dropping to stare at your lap as your teeth pulled anxiously at the skin of your lips.

“So it’s settled then,” Remus said, “Y/n will go with Fred and George tonight.”

Abruptly, you pushed your chair away from the table and stood up. Sparing nobody a glance, you left the room as quickly as you possibly could, before the lump in your throat could choke you or the tears that pooled in your eyes spilled like water through a broken dam. George made a move to rise from his seat only for Remus to stop him by placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Give her a moment.”

You found yourself locked in the second story bathroom, sitting in the bath. Your legs hung out over the side of the tub while your head was tilted back against the black tiled wall. As hard as you tried to prevent them, tears were streaming down the expense of your cheeks, neck and beneath the neckline of your shirt. The minutes ticked by yet your chest continued to rise and fall rapidly due to the sobs that shook it, your breath uneven. Visions of brutal torture were bad enough when you were in your own home, in your own warm bed, with your parents just a room away and ready to make you a hot cup of tea after you woke up screaming. Now, the visions would without a doubt continue to plague you, unlike before though, you wouldn’t be waking up in a familiar setting, nor would you fall asleep in the comfort of your own mattress, when you woke up screaming so loud that your throat grew raw, your comfort would rely on two seventeen year old boys who seldom took things seriously. It’s not that you didn’t trust them, no, you trusted them with your life- you are trusting them with your life, it’s just that there was already a lot going on in your mind at the moment, moving in with your crush and his identical twin brother isn’t exactly your idea of a nerve killer.

A knock against the bathroom door pulled you from your thoughts. You rushed to wipe your tears with your sleeves, sniffling, “Come in,” you choked out. Cursing your voice for breaking when you spoke.

Remus’ head poked through the door, his body following soon after. Even in an atmosphere as dense as this one, a sense of gentle calm always followed Remus wherever he went. Clumsily, the werewolf slid into the bath beside you with a low “oof” sound, mimicking your position with his much longer legs dangling closer to the wooden floor than your own.

“CeCe has gone to collect your things for you and get Harry, then, I believe, perform the spell,” he eyed you cautiously, hyper aware of your glassy eyes and puffy face. When your eyes widened and you whipped your face towards him, his stomach twisted into knots, he hated seeing you like this. He could sympathise with your feelings. When James and Lily were killed, and Sirius went to Azkaban and even when Peter was presumed dead, Remus had been left with a vicious frustration fuelled by his belief that he was utterly powerless in his own life. He could see in your eyes that that same notion was starting to creep up on you too.

“Already?” You gasped out, pulse rising again, a slight panic setting in. “It won’t hurt them will it? The spell?” You fretted, looking pleadingly to the man beside you.

He shook his head, tenderly taking your hand and placing it against his clothed chest, his beating heart present against the palm of your shaking hand. “I promise you that they won’t feel a thing. They will go on living an exciting life, travelling, seeing the world safely while you’re away. When this is all over we’ll place their memories of you back in their minds and it will be as though you were never gone.” Your teeth found the inside of your cheek again, gnawing relentlessly at the skin as you failed miserably to hold back a fresh set of tears. Remus squeezed the hand he held against his chest. “Let it out, Y/n. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered, heart sinking lower when your bottom lip quivered and you let a rasped sob leave your body. With a deep sigh, Remus used the hand he was already holding as leverage to pull you into him, wasting no time he enveloped you in his arms, holding you securely as you cried against his chest. Admittedly, it felt good to let it out, Remus’ hand rubbed soothing circles against your heaving back and eventually, you didn’t know how long it had been, you calmed down, your tear ducts all dried out.

Remus held you in his arms for a while longer, even though you’d stopped crying, he could feel your body as it continued to shake. “I can’t promise you it will all be okay, but I can assure you that myself and Sirius, and everyone else for that matter, will be there for you at the drop of a hat; whatever you need,” he spoke against your hair.

“Whatever I need?” You echoed, the pit in your stomach ever growing.

“Of course,” he confirmed.

Remus startled slightly when you suddenly tore yourself away from him. As best you could in your awkward position, you turned to face him and grabbed his hands with as much urgency as he had done with yours. “I need you to do something for me,” Remus furrowed his brows in confusion, but nodded his head anyway.

“If anything happens to me… Don’t make them remember,” you instructed, maybe the request would’ve seemed radical if you had said it to anyone else, but you knew that Remus had experienced losses like no one else you knew, perhaps Harry came close but even his shortcomings couldn’t compare to Remus’. “It’d only cause them pain. If I die and they’re happily living none the wiser, leave them be, please,” the man let out a heavy sigh and took a moment to take you in. Your eyes were hard yet pleading, they left him no room to negotiate and he understood perfectly where you were coming from.

“Alright,” he agreed before raising his eyebrow and readjusting himself to get a better look at you, “However you should know; no matter what may come of this war, none of us will forget about you. In such a short time you’ve given us so much… you gave Harry his first friendship, a friendship that he cherishes more than anything in the world, I might add. You saved Sirius from death, my fiancé and Harry’s godfather. Mentoring you has given Cecillia a new lease of life and Molly Weasley one more child to knit jumpers for at Christmas,” he took a brief pause then went on, “For the sake of saving time I won’t even begin to tell you what you mean to the twins. My point is;” there was a melancholic type of smile on his face when he paused again, as if he was imagining what it would be like to remember you fondly if you did in fact die for the cause, “What you’re asking is incredibly selfless. And while your mother and father may not remember how wonderful you are, we all will.” Remus chuckled lowly when you shuffled your way back into his arms, squeezing his middle tightly. He slung his arm around your shoulders and delicately pressed his lips to the top of your head. You held so much love in your heart for the man who was currently cradling you in his arms. You debated telling him, you weren’t sure if it was entirely appropriate but after the speech he’d just given you couldn’t have cared less, “Remus?”

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you murmured, looking up at him innocently.

He offered you a toothy smile and breathed out a soft laugh, “I love you too.” With a content nod, you rested your head back against his chest, enjoying his soothing heartbeats against your ear. A melodic hum rumbled against your cheek, a quiet giggle left your mouth when you recognised the melody to the song he was humming. The tune of “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac floated through the bathroom bringing a genuine smile to your lips. The werewolf’s humming was interrupted by another knock against the bathroom door, whoever was knocking didn’t wait for a response before entering the room. Sirius stepped in and quietly shut the door behind him. He didn’t question you and Remus' position in the bath but simply slid into the tub on the other side of you, sandwiching you between himself and Remus. The black haired man let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head back against the tiles.

“The mother hens downstairs are worrying up a storm,” he said in exasperation, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tonks so riled up about someone’s safety. I tasked Molly with making you some hot chocolate to keep her occupied”

“Maybe I should go back down…” you muttered halfheartedly, begrudgingly peeling yourself away from Remus’ warm body.

Sirius gave you an apologetic look, “I held them off for as long as I could.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, bumping your shoulder to his, making him chuckle. After pulling yourself out of the bath, rather clumsily, you took a second to check yourself over in the mirror.

“You’re glowing, darling,” Sirius all but sang from behind you and you couldn’t stop the slight snort that escaped you.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“If you don’t believe me go on downstairs and ask George what he thinks,” Sirius teased, wiggling his eyebrows and receiving a light shove from his fiancé who couldn’t hide his grin.

“Leave her alone, love,” he chastised weakly, “You look perfectly fine, Y/n. Go downstairs and get something to drink, you need to rehydrate.” A bittersweet smile broke out on your lips, his fatherly tone simultaneously soothed you and left you yearning for what you were in the process of losing. Trying not to dwell on the sad fact, you left the bathroom and slowly descended the stairs.

As you assumed, the second you stepped back into the kitchen, Molly began to fret over you as if her life depended on it. Sipping on the hot chocolate she’d given you, you were reminded of how desperately tired you were. All the crying hadn’t helped ease the heaviness in your eyes either. Every bone in your body felt heavy for that matter, you were struggling to even hold your head up.

“You can lean against my shoulder if you’d like,” George’s voice broke you from your hazed state, you’d completely forgotten he was sitting beside you despite his leg that was pressed against yours beneath the table. You gave him a sleepy but grateful smile, as subtly as you could you scooched closer to the ginger and slotted yourself against his side, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Will you keep me awake until Harry and Cecillia get here?” You requested in a slurred murmur, your eyes fluttering between open and shut.

“Of course,” was all he said, he looked down at you adoringly, smiling like an idiot when you nuzzled into his shoulder, your nose rubbing against his neck. Try as he might, George couldn’t pull his eyes away from your drowsy face. “What do you propose we do?”

You shrugged your shoulders lightly, “Just talk.”

“How would you like your new room decorated?” He asked quietly, his head tilted down while he spoke to you, so you could hear him and so he wouldn’t ruin the lulled bubble you’d managed to obtain between you by talking too loudly. A sweet smile grew on your face, a smile that all but knocked all the breath out of George’s lungs when you angled your head to make eye contact.

“Can I have a double bed?” George snorted at your question and shook his head no.

“Nothing smaller than a king. What else?”

You pretended to ponder for a moment, “Can we paint it?” The ginger nodded, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“If you want to,” he started, almost sounding nervous, “We could paint it together?” Even in your sleep deprived state you hadn’t missed the vulnerability in his voice, it was the same vulnerability that you’d noticed when he’d asked you to go get a butterbeer with him a couple of months ago.

“I’d love that,” you told him, your answer causing his lips to twist into a pleased smile, “How do you feel about the colour green?”

Immediately, his smile dropped and he let out a disgusted scoff, “Green is a Slytherin colour.”

“You keep forgetting that I don’t get the whole house sorty thing,” you reminded him, not happy with his reasoning for hating your favourite colour. “Besides, I love green, it’s my favourite colour.” You told him truthfully. Not content with his disgruntled facial expression you began to defend your preference, “A lot of beautiful things are green; you’ve got grass, trees, emeralds- did you know that emeralds are really useful for enhancing psychic abilities? It also evokes clarity of thought,” you rambled, willing yourself to be quiet when you registered George’s fond expression.

The look of endearment aimed at you brought butterflies to life in your stomach, effectively waking you up somewhat.

“Do you have any emerald?” He asked, you assumed he was only feigning interest, you didn’t know that he could’ve listened to you go on and on about anything and everything for the rest of his life.

“No, not yet. I should probably get some though.” You said through a yawn. Your breath against his neck made him giggle, it was pure and unsuspecting but you took note of it. Everything about George Weasley felt like sunshine to you, his laugh filled your chest with warmth whenever you heard it, his eyes found yours like a lighthouse, guiding your lost mind back to the present each time your gazes connected. His voice, like his laugh, warmed you up when you were cold, giving you a reason to stay awake when you’d rather just slip away. In conjunction with the sun, even if you couldn’t physically see him, you never doubted that he was always there. As well as all of that, like your favourite tarot card; The Sun, he signified good things, hope that hard times will end with you on top, contentment and happiness. While your thoughts consisted of George’s similarities to the sun, his were consumed with the, in his mind, overwhelmingly cheesily romantic notion that you were the moon and the stars, he would’ve cringed if he didn’t wholeheartedly believe it. Everything that made the night sky magnificent was reflected in you. Like the stars, you were mysterious and captivating. Nothing seemed to compare to your glow or beauty, if you were to ask him what he preferred; you or the night sky on a clear night, he’d happily ignore a blank, starless sky in favour of simply staring at you as you went on tangent after tangent about crystals or tarot cards.

The pair of you were pulled from your musings when Harry rushed through the kitchen door looking unmistakably heartbroken, ever the empath when it came to his best friend, Harry’s heart sank the moment he laid eyes on your form, limp against George’s side. The second you saw him you all but ripped yourself from George’s side and the older redhead felt a surge of irrational jealousy begin to build in his chest at how fast you left his hold in favour of the chosen one. He knew it was ridiculous, he’d heard the way each of you respectively talked about each other, at this point you were practically siblings. But he supposed it was rational to be jealous when you liked someone the way he liked you.

Quickly, you crossed the room to Harry who had his arms already outstretched. He knew you were emotionally exhausted when you didn’t bear hug him. You meekly slid your arms beneath his open zip-up hoodie, tucked your head beneath his chin and didn’t say a word. “I shouldn’t bother asking if you’re okay then,” Harry muttered to himself, leaning his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his lanky arms around your frame.

“Did Cecillia remember to bring Astra?” You asked, it was all you wanted to know about the night’s events.

“She’s in her cage in the living room, darling,” Cecilia said, walking into the room looking guilty.

“C’mon, let’s go have a chat,” Harry suggested, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs to his unofficial room. Once inside the room you sat down on the edge of the bed, the blue duvet softly creasing beneath you. Harry plopped himself down beside you and offered you a gesture that was always saved for when either of you felt the other was on the edge of something dangerous. Your hands rested against your lap and he deftly slid his pinky over yours, intertwining your two littlest fingers. It was such a familiar experience; he’d done it when your grandparents died, when you’d cried over failed exams that you worked hard for, and in turn, you did it for him when he’d felt as though he had no place in the world, when he’d open up about his parents and when Cedric died and the ministry dragged his name through the mud you’d find your pinky tangled with his almost every night after he’d sneak over to your place after another nightmare or panic attack. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “Not tonight. I don’t want to cry anymore,” you croaked out, looking straight ahead of you at the grey painted wall.

“I understand,” he said, sighing and dropping his head onto your shoulder, “Let’s talk about something else then.”

“Like what, Haz?”

Harry snorted out a chuckle, “Like the way George looked like he wanted to hex me when you left him to come to me,” he teased, a smug lilt to his voice.

“He wasn’t teasing me, perhaps I’ll go back to him,” you grumbled, ignoring Harry’s childish giggles.

“Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You smacked his arm lightly with your free hand, doing a bad job of containing giggles of your own. “Don’t worry, since he’s going to be your new roommate there will be plenty of time for “oh George I’m so sleepy, please hold me until I fall asleep”,” you let out a cackle at Harry’s terrible impression of your voice, laying your cheek against his wild hair.

“That is so not what was going on, Haz,” you defended with a tiny smile.

Harry let out an airy, disbelieving chuckle, “Then what was going on?”

“He just said I could lean on him until you and Cecillia arrived and we just started chatting about how I wanna decorate my room,” you explained truthfully and Harry nodded.

“Riveting,” he mumbled sarcastically. Despite his snarky comment, the boy removed his head from your shoulder and pulled you against his chest. “Jokes aside, I’m glad you’re staying with him, I know he’ll look after you for me,” you rolled your eyes at the sentiment.

“I don’t need to be looked after,” you reminded him, looking up at him with a chastising smile.

He rolled his eyes right back at you, jostling you slightly in his arms, “No. But you like to be.”

You threw your head back in laughter, “Yeah, I suppose I do.” You did. You quite like both doting on people and being doted on, you’d grown up in an affectionate family so it was no wonder really.

“It’s getting late. We should get you settled into your new home,” Harry announced, pulling himself and you up from the bed, “I wasn’t going to say anything but you look terrible. You need sleep.”

“Thank you, Harry. Just what every girl wants to hear before moving in with her crush,” you joked, gently hitting your hip against his.

The kitchen was quiet when you returned, it seemed everyone had grown tired from the dramatic events of the evening.

“Ready to go then?” Fred asked, his coat already on and a handful of your bags in his hands.

“As I’ll ever be I suppose.”

After saying goodbye to everyone you, Fred and George traveled to their apartment by floo, to your dismay. The apartment was bare as they’d only just moved in but you could see it had lots of potential for becoming a cozy home for the twins.

As your first night in your new residence began, your aching eyes and tired mind didn’t leave you with any time to dwell on current events, the second your head made contact with the pillow you were out like a light. A dreamless slumber welcomed you for a while until your peace was broken by the all too familiar nightmare.

The first thing you recognised was the burn coming from your wrists. Shackles adorned them and effectively held your hands high above your head, stretching them uncomfortably. Goosebumps painted the expanse of your arms and legs, due to the freezing temperature in the nondescript cellar. A feeling of hopelessness planted firmly in your chest, the feeling only hightening when the familiar echo of footsteps, heavy and loud, drifted from the corridor outside of your field of vision. You knew who was approaching, you’ve lived this before, and so, you held your lip between your teeth and squeezed your eyes shut. The face of the dark wizard who always brought about your intense suffering was, for the most part, completely fuzzy, unrecognisable, featureless and bone-chillingly terrifying. You’d learned over the last two weeks of having this vision that it was less harrowing if you closed your eyes.

“I’ll ask you once more,” The voice was distorted, like it was being heard through a weedy radio, ominously unplaceable, “Where is he?”

You held no control over your voice, as was the norm during visions, as you felt and heard yourself reply, “I’ll tell you once more; I’d sooner die then sell him to you.” You felt your teeth gritting and your jaw clenching while you spoke. Jaw only tightening when the pointed tip of the wizard’s wand stabbed unforgivingly against the column of your neck.

“And die you will, my dear. But not yet-“ your eyes sealed themselves shut and you did your best to shake yourself out of the vision before what you knew was coming took place, as usual, your attempts were fruitless, “-Crucio.” Just like that your body was consumed by pain, the likes of which you’d never imagined possible, until you couldn’t even register yourself screaming anymore.

You bolted upright, clutching at the sheets of your new bed. Laboured breaths left your mouth and you aimlessly gripped at your neck, where the wand had been pressed, and let the tears spill freely. Momentarily disoriented, you’d forgotten where you were. Deep, heavy bursts of air left your mouth as you hastily scurried out of bed and towards the door. Somewhat aimlessly, you gravitated to the door across the hall. A yellow hue seeped from under the frame into the otherwise dark hallway. Light flooded the hall once you managed to fumble the handle down and pull the door ajar, a discombobulated ginger greeting you with half lidded eyes, obviously having been dozing off before you disturbed his peace.

“Sorry,” you rasped once your peace of mind returned to you and you realised where you were. Despite knowing that you shouldn’t have been standing numbly in his doorway, your feet seemed to be rooted in place, you couldn’t have walked away if you wanted to.

“S’alright,” George called out to you softly, sitting up in his bed, his back against the headboard. “You can come in, you know.”

Shutting the door behind you, you nervously shuffled into the room, stopping when you reached the side of his bed. George’s eyes roamed your face and he took notice of your still somewhat panicked expression, he drew his covers to the side and patted the empty space by his side. Something that always intrigued you was people’s preferred side of the bed, some people gravitated towards the left while others were more biased towards the right, but George Weasley? He slept right in the middle. The twin slept with a huge number of pillows, to the point where it was almost laughable, many of which you could only guess he’d smuggled from the Burrow.

Far too wound up to save face, you slid into his bed and didn’t shy away when he guided you into his side and tucked you tenderly beneath his lean arm. His embrace offered a greatly appreciated warmth as the chill of the dank dungeon always lingered long after the vision itself was over.

“What’re you doing up so late?” You asked, your voice gravelly. As you spoke, George effortlessly shuffled your body and his down so that your backs were resting on the mattress and not the headboard. Your head found it’s home against George’s shoulder and your hair was being tentatively twirled between his fingers.

“It’s our first night actually sleeping here. I couldn’t get to sleep,” he explained, his voice low and laced with fatigue. “I’m not really used to having my own room. It’s strange not hearing Freddie snoring or breathing.”

“I get that,” you whispered, “it’s quite comforting knowing for certain that someone is there with you.”

George nodded then. His eyes were glued to your face and he hadn’t even registered his own thought process before his lips were pressing delicately against your forehead. Today had appeared to be the day for laying all your cards out on the table, yourself and George hadn’t danced around your feelings for each other half as much as you usually did when you’d be in each other’s presence. Neither of you had the energy anymore, besides, if today’s events proved anything it was that; things were getting seriously messy as the war built momentum and it was clear that time was something that could very well be running out.

“Yeah,” he regarded you carefully, a little grin growing on his lips, “It is.”

A comfortable silence overtook the room. George’s twirling of your hair never ceased, every now and then his fingers would ghost over your shoulder and you’d catch yourself smiling against the cotton of his shirt as your eyes grew tired enough that they were close to falling shut.

Just as you were working up the motivation to lift yourself up and trudge back to your own bed, George spoke, “You can sleep here if you want, with me,” there was that innocent vulnerability again. There was never an ulterior motive when it came to him, he did things purely for the sake of making others happy, if he felt he could make a difference he simply needed to. Especially when it came to you, he realised.

“You don’t mind?” You asked, daring to peek up at him.

“Course not. I could use some company anyway.” He reassured you, his lips returning to your forehead, only this time the action held far more intention. “You don’t snore do you, love?”

You snorted out a giggle, looking up at the ginger cheekily, mischief dripping from your little grin that forced George’s heart to stutter rather violently and he hoped you hadn’t noticed. “No. But I drool.”

George’s face contorted, his nose scrunching up adorably in disgust, “Do you really?”

“Suppose you’ll have to find out, won’t you?” You teased and he sighed deeply, his disgruntled expression melting into a soft, adoring smile.

“I should’ve expected this, I knew you couldn’t have been completely perfect,” he said, mockingly sorrowful.

You scoffed, pushing his chest lightly, “You’re doing a lot of sweet talking tonight, Mr. Weasley,” you told him and he shrugged innocently.

“Just wanted to see you smiling again, darling.”

“Yeah, well, you’re doing a good job,” you assured him, the bashful yet tired smile that stretched your lips as you gazed up at him proved that you meant what you’d just said. “I like it by the way, the sweet talking.”

At your words, a huge, shit eating smirk grew on the boy’s freckled face. He managed to rearrange your bodies so that you were still tucked under his arm but you were now facing each other at eye level. “I knew it,” he proclaimed cockily.

You raised a challenging eyebrow, biting back a smirk, “Oh did you?”

George nodded pridefully, “‘Course I did. You see, I’m a little bit psychic,” his words forced a booming laugh from your lips, your cheeks hurting from the smile he’d orchestrated.

You shook your head, smile never dulling as you let out a chastising whisper, “oh sod off.”

“I love your smile,” he said suddenly, his eyes widened in horror when he realised he’d uttered the words out loud. The world could’ve stopped in that moment and you wouldn’t have noticed, all you could take in was George’s face, his eyes searching yours for something.

Carefully, you slid from hand from his chest to his red, blushing face. You cupped his cheek gently, moving your thumb against his cheek bone, almost swooning where you lay when he nuzzled against your touch. Working up some Gryffindor courage, George mimicked your movement, removing his arm from around your shoulder and bringing his palm to rest against the curve of your jaw.

As you stared at each other, you weighed up the pros and cons of telling him that you were completely head over heels for him. Your decision, apparently taking far too long, was made for you when George tugged you impossibly closer to him.

“I wasn’t going to tell you… you’ve had so much going on I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he said, brown eyes boring into your soul.

“Tell me what?”

He took a deep breath, preparing himself for every possible outcome that may spring once the words on the tip of his tongue are spoken aloud, “That I love you.”

#george weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #fred weasly x reader

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The Feather & The Rose

Colette Marchant x fem!reader

Warning(s): some slight saucy scenes, angst, fluff? Death mention.

Words: 5118

A/N: Wasup, ima drop my Christmas bomb now after nearly 2 years. :)) hope y’all like it, and again I don’t proof read so any mistakes are on me !

The Queen of The Heaven's.

Could only be described as one person, and one person only. A marvellous lady, with high standards. A woman from France. A true star of V.A. Vandervere. The Colette Marchant. Une belle creature. A petite woman flying across the sky, letting her wings guide her. An aerialist.

She was someone every girl looked up to. The one every girl dreamed of once becoming. Every poster and every show. A dream job for every girl. Who wouldn't be star struck when she walked in? But of course, then they remind themselves of who they are. Of what they are, and they're dreams are crushed, forgotten and thrown away. They go on with their lives and never once stop to think about their dreams. This is how the world is and forever will be. As quoted by your own mother.

You never really understood how you got here in the first place. Something about your father knowing Medici and introducing you when you were a child, then your father dying in the war and you growing up trying to earn enough to keep you and your mother alive. Daydreaming of the job at a circus, V.A. Vandervere's circus. Next to Colette. Despite your mother's words, you never stopped dreaming like many other.

You got older and got offered a job, the start of your dream career. An aerialist at Medici's circus. You'd never felt such joy. Certainly not after your father's death. On your journey with the circus, you got to know everyone. The whole family. Just as life seemed to be going well, your mother got sick. You all knew what was going to happen now. You knew there was nothing to do. You felt useless. Hopeless. Unable to do anything as you watched your mother die in front of you. Despite her words, saying she'd be alright. You knew better, knew worse. You were fired up, waiting for someone to shut you down. Thinking someone would gladly do it.

It was like a dream within a dream that had been decoyed. Days went by slowly, as If time stopped around you. The sound of music in your ears but you never once found the artist it belonged to. You moved with the circus, building a family there, growing up there. Becoming the woman, you once dreamed of being for your mother. You'd all known loss. Holt lost his wife. Leaving him with his two kids, Milly and Joe. The poor little elephant Dumbo losing his mother. It made your heart break each time something reminded him of her. You knew what it was like to lose a mother, and so did Milly and Joe.

You hadn't had a party for anything since. You become soft to people you trusted and loved you. Having had your heart broken multiple times, leaving you a mess on the ground. Dirty clothes, dirty hair. Maybe you should think about a new career, as they all said to you. You thought about your future, but you wanted it now. You could crave it, but no one needed to know. They hit you so hard. You saw stars. How'd happiness get so dark?

Once was good enough. They couldn't save you, not that they ever tried to. Always testing to see if you were willing to submit and be manipulated like a good little girl. At least you gave them something to cry about. Maybe your mother would have said you took it too far. You were a lady who didn't wear dresses. Not unless you had to. You wore pants. A stand-alone act. A scandal. You never took it too far. You sold your heart too many times. A lost cause.

Summers in the air right now. Months went by. The circus wasn't doing well. You all were trying to keep each other alive. Always thinking out loud. It wasn't anything like it once was. You used to think you were shy, but perhaps you never had anything on your mind. The music that once played in your ears was replaced with a simple tone.

"Daydreaming again?"

people had gathered round outside, everyone just as curious. A fancy looking car pulled up by the banner. You saw Dumbo's ears fall in disappointment. It made your heart throb. You A voice shock you out of your head.

"Jesus Holt! What have I told you about scaring me like that?"

Holy chuckled and sat down next to you. Leaning back against the hay. Watching you as you watched the sunrise. You always did this. Holy always came to join you. It was quiet and peaceful before a storm you never knew was coming before it hit.

"What's on your mind today?"

You looked back at him, giving him a small smile before looking back out. You sighed and let your chin rest on your hand.

"Not much.”

"You're always thinking of something in there. Always leaves you occupied and unfocused when you start. Like now."

Holt nudged your side. Handing you his cup with whatever mixture it was. You looked down at it, almost hesitating to take it. Holt placed the cup in your hand. You took a sip and spit it out again. Not wanting to know what he had mixed into the cup.

"Is this your piss? Don't tell me, not interested."

Holt laughed quietly. Grabbing the cup again. Watching you spit out the leftovers from the liquid.

"You asked Y/N."

"Yuck."

You wiped your mouth with your hand and hit his shoulder. You spent a few more moments in silence. Enjoying the peace and quiet. The sun began to rise and soon enough you could hear the people rise with it. Another day, another life.

"There you are! Y/N!"

You chuckled softly at Joe's enthusiasm.

"Well, good morning to you too Joe."

Joe ran up to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and with him.

"Be careful with her Joe!"

You heard Holt shout after you as Joe dragged you towards Dumbo's tent. As you entered you heard a very tired sounding voice. Belonging to Milly.

"Please Dumbo? It's just a wash."

You heard Dumbo's response. It wasn't as enthusiastic as Joe's energy.

"What's going on in here?"

You asked as Joe let you go. Your hands placed firmly on your hips as you watched the current scene before you.

"Dumbo won't get in the bath."

You raised an eyebrow and leant down to Dumbo's level.

"I thought you loved baths Dumbo. All those bubbles."

Dumbo blew air in your face and let out a squeal. You made a 'tsk' sound with your tongue.

"How about you get in the bath for me? I'll even read you a little something later tonight."

It seemed to have worked as sooner or later your baby elephant was in the big wooden bath filled with bubbles. You, Milly, Joe and others from your 'family' were helping each other to wash him. It ended up with you getting splashed with water and bubbles. A joyful moment.

"No where's my star?"

You heard Medici's voice come into the tent. Looking up at him through the loose strands hanging from your up-do.

"Ah, Dumbo! How's your bath? Too warm? Too cold?"

You chuckled softly. Looking down at Dumbo whole scratching behind his ear.

"Might have been warmer if he got in when he was told to, isn't that right Dumbo?”

He let out a squeal and smiled.

"Ladies, make sure his wrinkles don't get wrinkles." Medici spoke with big enthusiasm.

You all continued to wash Dumbo. Making sure his wrinkles didn't get wrinkles. A honk caught you all off guard. You all looked up, even Dumbo. The honk came again, and Dumbo nearly flew out of the bath and with fast steps exited the tent. Stopping a little further away and looking out to wherever the sound was coming from. You saw that knew he thought it was his mother.

"Sorry, Dumbo." Milly said as she rested her hand below his right ear.

"It's not your momma."

"Take Dumbo back inside Milly." You said as you walked up to Holt and Medici, standing next to them.

People gathered around the car, rumbling with an excitement that was radiating off them. Mumbles of words you couldn't make out. A fancy looking man stepped out of the car, his face stern.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please make way for the emperor of enchantment. For the architect of dreams. For the Columbus of Coney Island. Mr. V.A. Vandevere!"

The man spoke with a loud voice as he walked over to the backseats of the car, opening a door. And right he was, V.A. Vandevere stepped out of the car. People gasping around him. Cheering and clapping with happiness.

"And travelling with him, his bright shining star. Colette Marchant, the Queen of the Heavens!"

Out stepped the woman every girl dreamed of becoming. The one and only Colette Marchant. She looked like a true dream. Like a real character from a fairy tale. You stood in shock. She was even more beautiful in person. Her head held high and that smile. Both bowed. You stood frozen in shock until Holt nudged your side. Grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze before walking up with Medici towards them, turning around when he noticed you weren't walking along with them.

"Oh, no way."

Holt walked back and grabbed your arm and dragged you with him. You felt your nerves tingle.

"Ah, Signore Medici!" Vandevere spoke. Letting go of Colette's hand.

"He knows who I am." Medici said as he looked up at Holt. You were too busy looking at Colette, who caught you staring. She let her eyes glance you up and down before looking away. A smirk on her lips. Enough to make you pass out on the spot, had not Holt held you up.

Vandevere started speaking but you couldn't hear, well you could but you decided not to listen. All your attention focused on one French lady. She caught you again and you quickly looked down, feeling the heat come to your cheeks. Your thoughts spiking the edges of your head, telling yourself to pull yourself together.

"This is our wonderful aerialist, Y/N!"

You looked up, nowhere near intact with the conversation, looking far too confused. Medici grabbed your hand and pulled you forward. Her attention was now on you. Fully.

"My, my. I must admit, she's a charming little piece."

V.A. Vandevere spoke as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You tried not to grimace. Feeling slightly uncomfortable around him. He was great and all, but he seemed very possessive.

"I'm sure my dear Colette can teach you all her finest tricks." He mentioned towards her.

"That would leave out all my secrets."

The first time you'd heard her speak. Her voice was low and deep, and her accent. What was it about this that made you so enchanted? Magical indeed.

"Well, I'm sure it'll take years again to make her come up to your standards."

Vandevere spoke as he walked past you. It left you shocked. Did he just insult you? Make fun of you? Think you weren't good enough? For him? Who was he to say what you were and weren't good at? You clenched your fists and clenched your jaw. You started counting to twenty. As your father had told you many times before. You hadn't noticed the weird look Colette gave you as she walked past you herself over to Vandevere.

You stepped into Dumbo's tent and saw them there. Colette has accidentally ground. Looking down at Dumbo as he reached for the feather on her shoe. She looked far too annoyed. It made you uneasy. Hadn´t she expected this? Had she expected it to be polished and waxed? Like all those floors in dreamland?

You huffed quietly to yourself, crossing your arms and looking away. Unaware of a certain look someone gave you. Colette was watching you. She´d heard you. Her eyes traced you up and down before looking away again. You were something, a special creature.

They disappeared into Medici’s office. Everyone had gathered around. Of course, why shouldn’t they have gathered around? Famous people were around, and everyone wanted a glance at them.

“You seem quiet. Would have imagined you’d be more enthusiastic.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you didn’t seem as happy as I thought you’d be if you ever were able to see the queen of the heavens.”

Holt said as he stood beside you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “What do you mean? That I’m not happy? Of course, I am happy.”

“You don’t seem like it.”

“Could you stop analysing me Holt? Please?”

You pushed him away and turned your back to him. Hearing him chuckled behind you made your lips twitch. Causing a little smile.

“I’m sure she’s person. She’s just living up to her high status.”

“That doesn’t give her an excuse to act better than everyone else Holt.”

Holt shook his shoulders. Put his arm around your waist and gave you a side hug. Squeezing your hip softly as reassurance. You leant against him, laying your head on his shoulder. If people who didn’t know you and Holt, they’d probably say you’d look like a couple. By the way you were standing close to each other, how you were relaxed in his arms. You didn’t blame them. In the beginning there might have been a flame, but now after such a long time and the sorrow from each other’s losses; it never really happened.

You had kissed before. New years eve kiss. It was a few single kisses. Nothing more. It felt odd. The thought of a relationship with Holt. Not that you hadn’t thought about it. Of course, you had. He had too. It just didn’t feel right. You were family. Close, but not that close.

You hadn’t noticed when V.A. Vandevere and Colette walk out from Medici’s office, but she sure noticed you and Holt. As soon as she stepped out, she saw you curled up in his arms, him kissing your head, rubbing your arm. Were you together? Colette felt her whole body stiffen. Her jaw clenched in disgust, public PDA. She’d apparently stood still. She felt V.A. tug her with him. Almost tripping. His grip on her arm tight as he leant in,

“Pull yourself together.”

Colette took once last glance at you and Holt. The sight shocked her. She had no reason to be. After all she didn’t know you. You and Holt were looking up at each other, he made you laugh. Your laugh was beautiful. She was in the middle of love. Something about you caught her attention but she knew that she could never have you fully without your guilt.

You were moving to Dreamland. You were still kind of mad about it. What was in it for you and the others? You’d had many arguments with both Holt and Medici about it. Not believing Vandevere’s words. Believing that he was full of shit. You apparently didn’t have any choice but to follow along as they moved with them to Dreamland.

You sat next to Holt, who sat next to his kids. Colette sat behind you, and you felt the tips of her heels pressing into your lower back. The whole ride was the same. Her heels right on your lower back. You were sure they’d leave a mark. You had turned around and given her a glare when you first left your home, but she hadn’t moved at all. She just raised her eyebrow at you. There was something about her that made you confused. She was teasing you, daring you to say something about her heels digging into the lower level of your back but you never did say anything. What were you going to say?

You arrived in Dreamland, a whole parade welcoming you. It was beautiful. It wasn’t what you had imagined. It was bigger than you had imagined. Roller coasters, museums and a big tent. Tall buildings. Signs with Colette’s name on them, with her different shows. As a girl you dreamed of seeing this. You couldn’t understand why you weren’t happy about it now.

You heard Colette speak to Vandevere.

“We make the impossible possible.”

She was waving around to people as she said it. That saying ticked something inside you. Holt noticed.

“Your brain is ticking. What you got?”

You turned to him, the space being too small, your noses touching almost.

“All of this seems unrealistic.”

“The little girl inside of you wake up yet?” Holt said smiling.

You chuckled at him and laid your head on his shoulder, grabbing his hand in yours. Of course, the one hand he had left. You felt eyes bore into your back. You were sure they were Colette’s.

The ride stopped. You got out like everybody else, grabbed a hold of Milly’s hand. You started walking with them when a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“My dear, you will follow Colette into the tent while the others look at where you will live from now on.”

You knitted your brows in confusion. “What? Why?”

Vandevere chuckled at you and dragged you along with him towards the “training” area. His hard grip on your arm making you wince slightly. You were sure it’ll leave bruises.

“Now, why don’t you two lovely ladies get to know each other while I take care of business hm?” With a creepy grin he left. Leaving an awkward tension between you and Colette. You decided to take the first step. You held out your hand but then took it back quickly.

“I do apologise. I forgot for a moment you were French.”

Colette looked you up and down and hummed. She placed her hand warmer or whatever it was down and slowly held out her hand to you.

“If you want to shake my hand, I’ll let you.”

Her French accent kicking through. It was a mysterious accent. It made you want to hear more of it, especially her. You slowly grabbed her hand only to be pulled towards her. You let out a small gasp as you found your balance again. Her eyes looking into yours, her nose barely touching yours. A slight blush crept up your throat as Colette leaned over to your cheek and gave it a kiss and did the same to your other one.

“I am Colette Marchant.”

Your throat felt suddenly dry. She hadn’t pulled back. Her still looking deeply into yours. Waiting for an answer. You cleared your throat.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Ravi de vous rencontrer, Y/N.“

“Le plaisir est à moi. “

Colette raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“She speaks French.”

You smiled softly and nodded. “My uncle was French. I meet him a few times before he passed away.”

You sat down on one of the benches and leaned back. Watching as Colette took off her head piece. She caught you starring, and you looked away.

“So, you and Mr. Holt?”

It took you a while to realise what she had said.

“What? NO.”

Colette raised an eyebrow and only then you realised you shouted.

“Sorry. No. We’re not a couple. We perhaps were at some point, but I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you were together or not?”

“No, yes. Don’t twist my words.”

Colette raised an eyebrow again. “But you do like him?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Perhaps once. We were something before, that I am sure of. You don’t go around kissing strangers on the mouth, but I guess we were both too heartbroken and in sorrow to ever let it really bloom.”

Colette sat down next to you. She hesitantly grabbed your hand and held it in hers. Looking up at you. Her eyes glistering in the light.

“I understand where you came from. I know it myself.”

You gave her hand a soft squeeze and gave her a soft smile. This time you didn’t shy away when admiring her. Her bright blue eyes, the small freckles across her skin. Her skin was soft, warm and pale.

Time seemed to stop. The air in your lungs run out. Everything else disappear other than her eyes. Those bright eyes. The soft touches of her hand. You felt your heart stop when she started leaning in. What was happening?

“What is going on- “

You started out softly but was cut off by her lips on yours. The moment shocked you. Her lips were softer than a feather, red as a rose. Her hand cupped your cheek softly, turning more to as the kiss continued. The kiss started slow and unsure. Who would have thought? You and the Queen of the Heavens. The kiss became safe and more daring. Her hand moving down to your neck, pulling you closer and into a deeper kiss. The kiss turned slightly wet. French kissing. You heard Colette let out a sigh, making you pull back. You looked down and noticed your hand on her thigh. Both panting with need. Desperate. You meet her eyes once more and saw her eyes darken and clouding with lust. Colette leaned in again when you stopped her. She looked disappointed. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and blushed.

Holt walked into the white tent with the others, seeing you and Colette. Colette was leaning over to you, whispering something in your ear that made you blush and look away. Colette kissed your cheek before she got up and walked over to Vandevere. He saw you fumble with your shirt, then rub your hands against your pants before getting up yourself and walking over to him.

You looked up from your novel and into the mirror and nearly had a heart attack.

“Jesus Christ all fucking mighty Holt.”

“HA.”

Holt was sitting on your now bed. You hadn’t heard him come in at all. Too deep in your journal. Holding your hand to your chest. Taking one deep breath before hitting him with your journal.

“Bloody bastard.”

Holt chuckled and pulled you down on his lap. Wrapping his arm around your waist, not being able to hold you down but still tickling you. You let out a laugh and wiggled out of his one arm grip. Landing on the floor. Laying down on your back, looking up at the celling.

“What did she say to you?” Holt said after a while.

“Hm?”

“Colette. She whispered something to you when we came into the tent. What was it?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot.

“Oh, nothing really.”

Holt raised an eyebrow.

“Then how come you were nearly as red as her hair?”

You stood up and looked out the window. Looking down at Dreamland. It looked magical. All the lights shining up the whole park. It was just like you dreamed of as a kid. Even more beautiful. You still couldn’t understand why you weren’t happy about it. You felt a hand on your hip and jumped a little.

“No need to be frightened. It’s only me.”

You sighed softly and leant back against him. Resting your head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped itself around you. Giving your hip a soft squeeze.

“I missed you.”

You scoffed.

“And you, Mr. Holt, are a hopeless romantic.”

Holt chuckled and kissed your shoulder.

“You okay Y/N?”

You nodded your head. Looking out through the window again. Looking up at the sky, at all the stars that lit the whole thing up. Both of you started softly swaying to the non-existent music. A moment in peace. A moment that could not be ruined. Or so you thought.

Part of no return huh? Was it all just one big mistake? A big wate of time and your life? That moment when speech disappears into silence. In your mind you’d already imagined everything.

Months had passed. It went great in the beginning, but as the story goes; no good people get happy endings. Being kind doesn’t get you anywhere. All you wanted was a place where someone wanted you to be. It was all you asked. Clearly that was too high of a demand.

Colette and you formed a good relationship. You even dared to think of all different kinds of possibilities.

It went from nice to bad. From great to worse. You think you’d thought out everything by now, but do you ever really know everything?

You went from having a great relationship with everyone to them barely noticing you. Milly and Joe being more interested in Colette, even Holt. Everyone had eyes for her. Who were you kidding? Even you did.

You sat on your bed in your bedroom. Looking out through the window. It was pouring outside. The clouds looked dark and heavy. Just like the ache in your heart. Despite the hard times and everything, you kept your head up. Smiled when it hurt, laughed if needed. You gave it your all, even if it took a piece of you every time.

There was a knock on the door that brought you back from your headspace. It took you a while to move from your place on the bed. Inpatient knocks on the door continued. You sighed heavily and got up and walked to the door. You opened the door only a little, not wanting to let anyone in.

“Finally! I was starting to think you were ignoring me for a second, mon amour.”

Colette.

You gave her a small smile.

“No, I wasn’t ignoring you. I am just tired. That’s all.”

Colette pushed herself through the door and you felt your body tense in discomfort. She looked around. She let out a sigh.

“Is this what you’ve been living in? so depressing Y/N. you have to let in some air, or you’ll suffocate.”

It already felt as if you were suffocating.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a protective manner and looked anywhere put Colette. She noticed it of course.

“You alright Y/N?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

She stepped closer to you, but you stopped back. Walked back over to the window.

“What more can I do than lie these days? It’s not like any of you would care.”

“Rien de tout ça maintenant.”

You shock your head. Nearly laughing at her.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Madame Marchant. None of you do.”

You felt Colette take a few steps closer to you. You didn’t move at all. You just kept watching the rain fall.

“You don’t bring me flowers anymore.”

“Well, you hardly talk to me anymore.” You said as you turned around to face her.

“It used to be so natural to talk to you. All the things you taught me. I learned how to love, and I learned how to lie.” You had turned around again.

“I used to think it was a funny feeling inside, and I wasn’t one of those who could easily hide it. I thought you knew that. Just a notion.” You let out a deep sigh.

“Y/N you should really stop this- “

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I only exist when you need for something.”

Colette was getting furious. What on earth was happening to you?

“What is happening to you? Why are you so off?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had the right to judge me. Who are you? God?”

You saw the surprised expression Colette suddenly had. She was taken aback. At loss of words. You snorted.

“I’m sorry you don’t like my honesty Colette, but to be honest; I don’t like your lies.”

Colette gasped dramatically. “Lies?! De quoi parlez-vous ?!”

You wanted her to leave. You wanted her to hug you.

The door opened and it startled you both.

“How do you do? I see you’ve met my faithful, handywoman.”

V.A. Vandevere.

He laughed as he walked in. Wrapping his arm around Colette’s waist.

“Handywoman?”

“Yes well. You can never be as great as my own star here now, can you?”

He hushed Colette. Smiled wickedly at you. Looked you up and down. Looking far too pleased with himself. You felt disgusted. Betrayed. The next moments passed by in a blank. He left. She stayed. You sat down on the bed again. You heard Colette speaking but you didn’t listen.

“I don’t care if the world knows my name. I just want you to remember me.”

That made you snap back. You looked over at her. She was trembling. Tears in her eyes. Anger and sadness.

“What?”

“Oh, don’t act like that. You know perfectly well what that means.”

“I am not sure. How should I know when all I’ve seen for the past weeks is a snobby French lady who doesn’t care shit about what others think.”

Colette gasped dramatically. It made you laugh. She was so full of herself. You weren’t surprised anymore.

“You know, I didn’t want to come here. When we arrived and when we shared that little moment, you made it interesting. You made ‘this’ life more interesting. I’ve never been the one to like sneaking around, specially not when it comes with love or whatever this was- “

“You loved me?” Colette’s voice was small and quiet. Her shoulders dropped. Her eyes changed look.

“No, I – that wasn’t what I meant.”

“Did you love me?” Colette’s tone got louder.

“Colette- “

“Did you?!”

Her voice nearly a cry. The veins in her neck strained themselves. The looks on her face was desperate. You could hate her all you want, want her gone from you. You knew the truth. She knew the truth. The silence told Colette everything. As for a minute, she let her mask and all her walls fall, then they were back up in no time. Her posture back and that mask on her face.

“Colette- “

“Ne commencez pas.”

“I – “

“Je te Je te préviens.”

“Je essayé.”

A thick silence. Minutes passed, something that felt like forever. Like time stopped. Colette looked at you and you looked at her. The next thing you know is her lips against yours. Her hands in your hair, around your shoulders, your waist. Everywhere.

Everything was just her. It had always been just her. Your mother always called you a feather. You were light and soft. She would caress your cheek many times a day. Tell you just how much she loved you. Colette on the other hand was a rose. Strong, picky and beautiful. In some odd way, you fit together. The Feather & the Rose.

#colette marchant x reader #dumbo 2019

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