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“Letters to Charlie”

Summary: A selection of letters from Ron to his brother Charlie, throughout Ron's first four years at Hogwarts. Includes some mild Romione mentions.

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[1st October 1991]

Dear Charlie,

How are things at the reserve? You said in your last letter that you’ve been getting a lot more burns than normal; have you asked mum for her recipe on salves?

Anyway, I’m settling in okay at Hogwarts. Really glad I was in Gryffindor; my friend Harry was really worried about it, I think. He’s doing fine, but I wish everyone would stop gawking at him all the time. He’s a good bloke; bit quiet but, considering what his aunt and uncle seem to be like, that’s not surprising.

Also, there’s this girl in our class who’s pretty annoying. She treats everyone like they’re idiots and she’s such a teacher’s pet! Her name’s Hermione Granger, and she’s always butting in whenever me and Harry are chatting. She’s not all bad, but I wish she wouldn’t be so uptight about everything. You’d think that someone with hair that bushy would be a bit more fun-loving, but she’s very straightlaced. But I saw her laughing the other day at a joke I made, so maybe she’s not so serious all the time? She has a cute nice laugh.

Don’t tell the twins I said that, or they’ll never stop going on about it.

Anyway, hope you’re okay and that everyone at the reserve is doing fine,

Love,

Ron

[12th November 1991]

Dear Charlie,

Glad to hear that that the Common Welsh Green pair are doing okay. Things have gotten pretty weird at Hogwarts; someone (probably Peeves) let a troll into the castle at Halloween! Me and Harry had to rescue Hermione Granger from the troll; she covered for us, so we didn’t get punished. McGonagall even gave us some points for Gryffindor!

Hermione’s alright, I think. Bit intense, but she’s not as stuffy as I thought. I mean, it was kind-of my fault that she ended up getting caught by the troll, so I’m glad she didn’t hold a grudge about it. She’s always asking me about stuff, probably because she’s never grown up in a magical family. You wouldn’t think it if you saw her in class, though; she gets so many questions right and she’s apparently memorised the textbooks! Barmy, I know, but she’s alright.

Speaking of dragons, do you know if there’s any way of getting a baby one out of the country? Hagrid has a baby Norwegian Ridgeback in his house, but it’s dangerous for the baby to stay here.

Love,

Ron

[16th August 1992]

Dear Charlie,

We managed to rescue Harry from the Dursleys! Mum went mad when we got back, but no harm done. Harry’s aunt and uncle had bars put on his window! I told mum we had to get him out quick; good thing I noticed he wasn’t responding to my letters. Apparently, a house-elf was trying to stop him going back to Hogwarts; weird, right?

Hermione’s saying that she’s hoping to meet up with us in Diagon Alley; I hope so. It’ll be nice to see her again. Apparently, she’s already done all her homework, but that’s what she’s like. What do you think I should get her for her birthday? I asked Harry, but he suggested one of the textbooks (the poor bloke’s never had to buy any presents for anyone ever). I was thinking maybe some of her favourite long-lasting quills, but I’m not sure. Do you reckon I should get her something more… girly? Her best mates are two blokes, so maybe she’d like something to make it clear that I we don’t just see her as another boy? What do you think?

I’m looking forward to Hogwarts this year; hopefully, it should be a bit quieter than last year. How’s your summer been going? You mentioned about the Chinese Fireball having fang rot; has that been fixed yet, or is she still having troubles?

Hope all’s good with you,

Love,

Ron

[6th January 1993]

Dear Charlie,

You’ve probably heard the news already about the attacks happening at Hogwarts. The teachers don’t seem to know who’s doing it. Me, Harry, and Hermione have been trying to figure things out, but we haven’t got any leads lately. We thought it might have been Malfoy, but turns out he’s not doing it (still too happy about the attacks, though, the little git!).

I’m really worried about Hermione, to be honest. The attacks are always against muggle-borns and I’m scared she’s gonna be attacked. Do you know if there’s any creature that can petrify someone? I would ask the defence teacher, but Lockhart can barely tell one end of his wand from the other. Can’t see why Hermione likes him so much; can’t she see how much of a stupid twerp he is?

Like I said before, I’m really sorry about breaking your old wand. I know you said you don’t mind and you’re just glad I was okay, but still. It keeps making weird bubbles whenever I try and cast any spells. My own fault for breaking it, I guess.

Hope you’re well,

Love,

Ron

[8th May 1993]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione got attacked. She’s been stuck in the hospital wing ever since.

I’m scared. Harry’s managing to keep his head screwed on straight, but I can’t concentrate in lessons. I keep expecting Hermione to be sat next to me, and whenever I turn to look at her, I remember where she is. All pale and cold, like she’d dead or something.

What do I do, Charlie? How do I help her?

Love,

Ron

[1st June 1993]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione’s okay! The mandrake stuff finally got given to her, and she’s back to normal! I haven’t smiled this much in months! She gave me and Harry a massive hug each when she turned up in the great hall; me and her couldn’t quite look each-other in the eye afterwards, but I think we both got a bit overwhelmed, you know?

Turns out, this was also because Lucius Malfoy was trying to stop dad’s muggle protection law being passed; people could have died!

Confused as to why none of the teachers bothered to ask Myrtle, since she was a witness to the last time the chamber has been opened, but I guess we’ll never know. Were the teachers like this when you were here?

Anyway, got to go; I insisted that Hermione play some chess with me, since our exams have been cancelled (can you guess which Gryffindor was upset about that?).

Love,

Ron

[3rd September 1993]

Dear Charlie,

We’re all settling back in at Hogwarts; I’m still using those quills you got me in Egypt (thanks again, by the way). Everyone’s talking about Sirius Black, and Malfoy won’t stop being smug about how he knows something we don’t (arrogant little twerp as always).

Hermione’s cat is a bloody nightmare; he’s spent every evening trying to get at Scabbers, but Hermione won’t hear a word against him! Honestly, I don’t get why she can’t just keep the cat away when I ask her to. But she’s always had this thing about being right about everything, so it’s not unsurprising. I just wish she’d stop acting like it’s normal; Hedwig’s been around for three years, and she’s never attacked Scabbers!

Having said that, the first Hogsmeade visit is something to look forward to. It’s gonna be a bit different because Harry can’t go (his aunt and uncle refused to sign his form), but me and Hermione are going to make sure we take back lots of stuff for him so he doesn’t feel left out.

I am a little nervous about going, though; me and Hermione spend loads of time together, so why would this be any different? Probably nothing. Maybe it’s just because we’re bickering more because of our pets? Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ve already got her birthday present, so hopefully she’s not too angry at me and won’t mind me giving her a present.

Let me know how the Chinese Fireball baby is doing,

Love,

Ron

[4th January 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione just can’t keep her nose out of things! She reported Harry’s firebolt to McGonagall, and now it’s been confiscated! She says it’s because it could have been sent by Sirius Black. I know that’s a possibility, but she didn’t need to go behind Harry’s back about it!

I swear, this girl is driving me nuts!

Love,

Ron

[13th February 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Me and Hermione have made things up; she even apologised about Scabbers. She must have been really upset, because she started crying and hugged me! Is it normal to get all flustered when a girl hugs you? Cause it didn’t the same as it did when she hugged me at the end of second year.

You’ve probably heard from Hagrid about Buckbeak being executed. We’re trying to get an appeal plea sorted; it’s mostly me and Hermione doing it, since Harry’s got other stuff to worry about. It’s nice being friends with Hermione again; I hated it when we weren’t speaking. It’s still a bit awkward (we both can’t quite look each other in the eye at times), but that’s probably normal, given what’s happened.

Remember to put that salve mum made on your new scars,

Love,

Ron

[14th July 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Hope you’re enjoying the summer so far; it’ll be great to see you again, mum’s organising the room situation, so I think you’re sharing with Bill. Can’t wait for the world cup! Do you think Ireland will win against Bulgaria? I’ve been saving my pocket money all summer for it, so I can buy some souvenirs! Are you gonna bring some stories about the dragons when you get here?

Mum’s said I can invite Harry and Hermione over, and they’ll be coming to the world cup with us! It’ll be brilliant to see them again; Harry deserves a break from those horrible people he lives with, and Hermione could do with a break from work in general (she’s already finished all her summer homework, but that’s what she’s like).

It’ll be great to have both of them here for the summer; I hope Hermione doesn’t mind sharing with Ginny, since Gin’s more of a Quidditch-head than Hermione is. Mum keeps on at me to tidy my room before Hermione arrives, but it’s not as if she’s staying in my room, is it?

I did clean up my room a bit, though. Hermione’s a bit funny about mess, and I don’t want her to think I’m a slob.

See you soon,

Love,

Ron

[30th October 1994]

Dear Charlie,

I’m still angry at mum, dad, and Bill for keeping us in the dark about the Triwizard Tournament; half the other kids from wizarding families knew! Speaking of the Tournament, the students from the other schools have arrived. You won’t believe it but Viktor Krum’s a student at Durmstrang! He’s a bit grouchy looking, but I guess he gets sick of people treating him different all the time. I didn’t know he was eighteen; he looks way older. The Slytherins are trying to cosy up to him, but he’s knows exactly what they’re doing; I saw him telling a few of them off for being unpleasant to the muggle-born first years. So I guess he’s alright.

The students from Beauxbatons are all nice enough but one of the girls has some sort of Veela charm thing. Hermione keeps glaring at me whenever I get caught in it, but it’s hardly my fault, is it? Harry gets affected too, but does she yell at him? No, of course she doesn’t. I swear, Hermione’s been weird ever since the term started; the other week I caught her staring at my hands for no reason. She got all flustered when she saw I’d noticed, and yelled at me to concentrate on my work. I’m worried about her. Did that ever happen between you and your friends at school? Is this something that happens around our age? I know that mum said things start to change after you get into your teenage years.

Speaking of change, I hope I can get some new dress robes before I ever have to wear these ones. Do you think Bill has any old ones he can let me borrow? I don’t get why mum didn’t just remove the lace and change the colour. I was going to ask Hermione to do it, but I don’t want her to think I’m whining. I just wish I could have some decent robes like all the other boys have. I know money’s tight at the moment, but even the twins have got alright-looking robes to wear I’d feel a lot better if I wasn’t stuck wearing rubbishy clothes for once.

Apparently, the tournaments due to start tomorrow evening. Me and Harry did have a think about entering, but it’s probably too high security. Fred and George said they’re gonna enter, because they turn seventeen in April, so they won’t need to use much aging potion. Should be interesting to see whether they succeed. I just hope we get a decent Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory’s alright, but half the girls get giggly over him and it’s bloody annoying. Hermione says it’s because he’s a prefect, but she’s a bit funny like that. If I ever end up a prefect, I bet I wouldn’t have girls giggling and getting flustered about me.

Got to go now; Hermione said she wants to go over our Transfiguration homework in the common room.

Love,

Ron

[25th November 1994]

Dear Charlie,

You should have told me you’d be here for the first task! I know it was secret, but it would have been nice to catch up! Glad the trip over was safe and that the dragons are all okay. That Hungarian Horntail was a nasty piece of work; Harry almost got hit by it!

Speaking of which, me and Harry are best mates again. I’m glad; it was miserable when we weren’t speaking. Funnily enough, he said he didn’t even need an apology; just told me to forget about it. Weird bloke, but it’s great to be friends with him again. Hermione got all teary and told us we were being stupid, but she’s never really understood things like this, so there you go.

Love,

Ron

[17th December 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Glad to hear the dragons got safely back to Romania with no issues. I almost wish I was there instead; ever since this ball thing got announced, half the school’s gone mad about it. Everyone’s asking everyone to it, and I don’t get it. Why can’t we all just go as friends and have fun? But the boys keep going on about dates, so I said I best go with someone good-looking. Yes, I know it’s dumb, but how else will I get everyone to not laugh at my robes? I even asked McGonagall if I could go in my school ones, but she insisted that I use my official dress robes (although she did look sympathetic while she said it, so I guess she understood where I was coming from).

Flitwick’s doing alterations to people’s robes, but he was so swamped with requests that there isn’t any room for me to get mine changed. I swear, I can’t wait until the ball is done and I won’t have to worry about this stuff anymore.

I’d happily stay behind in Gryffindor Tower with the first, second and third years, but I can’t leave Harry in the lurch. He’s got to be there to open the ball, and it wouldn’t be fair to leave him on his own; the poor bloke isn’t good with crowds, especially since half of the school still gawks at his scar every day.

Hermione doesn’t seem to take much interest in the ball, so maybe she’s also planning on staying behind. She got angry at me when I mentioned about going with a pretty girl, which is understandable (it was a dumb thing to say). Hopefully, she’ll have forgiven me by the time Christmas swings around, and we can just go and have fun at the ball. Just as friends, obviously. Maybe if we’re having a laugh, I won’t have to think about my robes looking so awful.

Love,

Ron

[27th December 1994]

Dear Charlie,

I swear, if I ever have to go to another ball again, it’ll be too soon! Hermione’s still angry at me about it; which makes sense, since I was a bit of an arse. But, well, she went with Krum! Seriously, he’s eighteen and she’s barely fifteen! Why didn’t any of the teachers think that was creepy? Why was I the only person who got irritated by it? Is it really so bad that I don’t want my friend being pursued by some creepy eighteen-year-old git? I know what the twins are saying about it, but it’s alright for them, isn’t it? They had decent robes and could actually ask a girl without the girl glaring at them like they’d only just realised the girl was a girl! Gits. They don’t get it.

Ginny had a nice time with Neville, at the very least. Neville’s a good bloke, and I’m glad he treated her well. Apparently, she borrowed a dress off a friend for the ball. I wish I was shorter so I could have just borrowed something off Harry; that would have at least made things a bit easier. Then I wouldn’t have already been a bad mood before we even got to the ball.

Seriously, I’m never wearing those robes again. I don’t care what mum says, I’d rather go in my normal school ones that those frilly disasters.

Me and Hermione are being more polite to each other than normal, which is probably for the best. I hate the fact that I got so angry at her, but I’ve learnt now to not act like that again. I mean, considering she got Krum, I don’t think she’ll need to worry about me acting like that again. It wasn’t as if she even said she wanted to go with me, either; how was I supposed to know? I’m not a mind-reader!

Hope your Christmas is going better than mine, and thank you for the burn-proof socks; they’ll come in handy against the Skrewts.

Love,

Ron

[27th February 1995]

Dear Charlie,

It was nice getting some of the limelight for a while; everyone was asking me about what it was like during the second task. I even had Padma Patil hanging on to my every word about it; I even managed to apologise to her properly for being such a berk at the ball (she was my dance partner, but we didn’t do any dancing). She seemed pretty okay with it.

Fleur Delacour (you remember, the champion who used the calming charm on her dragon in the first task) is being very nice lately; I think she got the impression me and Harry helped saved her sister in the second task. She even gave me a kiss on the cheek after we were all out of the lake! It’s nice to get attention from girls for a change.

Funnily enough, Hermione get glaring at me for the rest of the day. Funny how it’s fine for her to get attention from boys (that creep Krum had her as the person he’d miss the most; they’ve only been to the Yule ball together, the pervy git!), but I can’t do so much as talk to other girls without getting the cold treatment from her. Barmy as ever, but that’s what she’s like.

I think Harry’s really happy about the tournament just having one task left; at this point, I just hope he gets through it with no injuries or anything. Poor bloke’s had another rough year, and I hope he can take it easy after this is all over.

I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year. You think Hermione will get me anything? She’s so irritable lately that I wouldn’t be surprised if she just gets me a card and some chocolate frogs. Given what’s happened between us lately, that sounds about as much as I can hope for.

At least we’re still friends, though. I’m not that much of an idiot that I’d stop talking to her over this. I almost lost one friend this year; I don’t want the same thing happening with Hermione.

Love,

Ron

[29th June 1995]

Dear Charlie,

Harry left the hospital wing a few days ago. Me and Hermione are trying to help him as best we can, but the poor bloke still’s struggling. I’m not surprised, considering what he went through.

Dumbledore’s said that things are already changing. I just hope he knows what to do. But he’s still saying that Harry needs to go back to the Dursleys this summer. I hope we can pick him up as soon as possible; Harry’s relatives are bloody horrible.

After the third task, me and Hermione stayed up in the common room. We’ve both said we’re gonna help Harry with whatever happens in future. She also hugged me before she went to bed. It was different this time. It seemed like neither of us wanted to let go.

Stay safe,

Love,

Ron

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The First Day

With his worn out backpack over his shoulders, the straps digging into Harry’s skin with how much things he’d stuffed inside, he made his way into the building. There was a large Welcome Back banner over the front entrance. The colorful walls were something he’d greatly missed. The summer holidays weren’t nearly as fun for him, not when he was forced in his cupboard when he wasn’t working on his chores. Harry disliked his outdoor chores the most because not only would the heat be unbearable at times, but the faint noise of kids his age shrieking happily whilst they played would reach his ears, reminding him of how he couldn’t have fun like that.

But it didn’t matter now.

Now they were back in school and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had to let him out. He was in Year Four and felt very grown up. He’d even grown an inch or two since last year so that meant he didn't need to use the foot stool to use the water fountain anymore. He was thoroughly glad because his height was one of the many reasons Dudley and his friends made fun of him. But it wasn’t his fault he was so much shorter. Maybe his parents had been short, too.

Harry was lost within his own thoughts. He didn’t see a foot coming out of nowhere. Consequently, he tripped and let out a squeak of alarm. He face planted right on the marble tile. Behind him, there was some laughter. Harry’s face scrunched up in pain, slowly sitting back up. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the culprit: Piers. Piers was one of Dudley’s friends who often came around and was extra mean to Harry for no reason.

“Better watch your step, Potter,” Piers jeered.

Dudley came into Harry's vision next. “Good one,” he laughed like it was supposed to be clever.

Harry pulled his knee up close, grimacing. It was skinned already, bleeding a little, too. He glared up at them with as much intensity as an eight year old could muster. “That wasn’t very nice.”

Dudley and Piers made faces, imitating his words in exaggerated voices.

“That isn’t very nice! Oooh!”

“Stop it!” Harry didn’t like being mocked.

“Stop it!” They repeated in sync. “Stop it!”

Piers snuck a mischievous glance over at Dudley, snatching Harry’s glasses right off his face.

Harry jumped to his feet. “Give those back!”

“Give those back!” Piers mocked him.

“I mean it! They’re mine !” Harry’s heart quickened. He hoped Piers would give them back before the bell would ring. He couldn’t go through the rest of the day without them.

“Now, now, where are you manners?” Piers teased. “Didn’t anybody teach you some?’

“Nah,” Dudley chimed in, “he’s an orphan. He didn’t have anybody to teach him.”

They laughed.

Harry did not.

Piers turned to Dudley, grinning wickedly. “What should I do with ‘em?”

“Break them!” Dudley burst out gleefully.

“No!” Harry erupted.

“Mum and Dad won’t get him another,” Dudley told Piers.

“Please, Piers, don’t do it!”

“What’s in it for me?” Piers twirled the glasses in his hand.

“I don’t know,” Harry looked desperate. He’d be willing to do just about anything so he could see properly again. “What do you want?”

“Gimme your lunch,” Piers ordered.

Harry’s body slumped. “My lunch? But what am I gonna eat?”

Piers shrugged, holding his hands behind his back and trying to pull off a sad look on his face. “I guess you don’t want your glasses after all.... ”

He started to walk away. “No, wait!” Harry said quickly. He clumsily rummaged through his backpack through his blurry vision, coming across the plain brown sack he had his lunch in. “Here.”

Piers’ eyes widened greedily. He tossed the glasses to the side, eagerly digging through to see what goodies were inside. He threw out whatever he wasn’t interested in eating, which ended up being a plain turkey sandwich and a tiny bottle of water. “What’s the big idea?” He demanded. “Where’s all the good stuff?”

“He can’t have any,” Dudley jeered. “Freaks don't get sweets.”

Harry finally found his glasses. He got up and while he kept his eyes to the floor, he said bravely, “I’m not a freak.”

“Yeah you are!” Dudley insisted. “Mum and Dad says so!”

“You mean say so,” Harry quietly corrected.

Dudley didn’t like that all much. He shoved Harry to the ground, much to the amusement of the gathering crowd. They laughed at him when he went crashing to the floor on his back. It sent pain up his spine. “Freak!” His cousin shouted.

It got the other kids to chant as well. “Freak! Freak! Freaky boy!”

Harry hurryingly grabbed his backpack and his lunch items that Piers threw to the floor, pushing past the crowd as he went to his classroom. The laughter became distant after a while, but it still hurt nonetheless.

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Harry went inside the colorful classroom. There were posters all over the walls, some were for measurements, others were for maps and reminders for how to make a sentence with the right punctuation or if one needed to know how to not make a run-on sentence. He stood near the door, glancing around. The desks were close to each other and oh! They had lids that lifted up where you could put your things inside!

“Hello there,” A pretty lady with soft looking light brown hair and a sweet smile came over to him. She had on a bright yellow dress and her hair was curly and bouncy on her shoulders. “I’m Miss Kelli. What’s your name?”

“Harry Potter,” Harry said shyly.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Harry,” Miss Kelli smiled. ‘Why don’t you take a seat? We’ll get started shortly. You can sit anywhere you like.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded and surveyed the room. Most of the seats were empty except for one desk that was next to the large window that faced the playground. A boy was sitting there all alone. His clothes were worn, like somebody had already had them before he did. His hair was dark brown, almost black like Harry’s own hair and he seemed to be frowning. Maybe he was upset because no one was sitting with him?

He went right over to him with a beaming smile on his face. The boy looked up. He didn’t say anything, he only stared. “Hi I’m Harry!” Harry extended his hand but the boy did not shake it. “What’s your name?”

The boy still didn’t speak.

“Did you hear me?” Harry tilted his head. Maybe he needed to be louder. “I said my name is Harry. What’s-”

“I heard you,” the boy said, annoyed.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. “Why didn’t you say anything, then?”

“I didn’t want to,” The boy said coolly.

“You don’t have to be mean,” Harry frowned. “I was only asking.”

“Well don’t ,” The boy glared at him as if he caused all the problems in the world. Kinda like how Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon did.

“What’s going on here?” Miss Kelli came by, looking down at them, namely the boy, sternly. “Are you two getting along?”

Harry didn’t want the boy to get in trouble on the first day, even if he was a grouch. “We’re fine, Miss Kelli, honest.”

“You didn’t sound fine,” she wasn’t convinced. “Tom, you sounded upset. What’s wrong?”

So that’s what the boy’s name was.

Tom crossed his arms, another scowling coming out. “I’m fine,” he ground out.

“Tom, we don’t talk to people like that,” Miss Kelli said patiently. She pointed to a poster to the left of them, it was all about how to express yourself in a positive and helpful manner. “Do you see that over there? When you’re feeling angry, you need to take a deep breath and try to focus on something else. You don’t take it out on other people, okay?”

Tom huffed out a puff of air. “Fine.”

Miss Kelli said a few more things before she went back to her own desk. Harry stood there feeling awkward, like he was intruding on something. He waited until the teacher was gone to say anything else. “M’sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

Tom spared him a two second look. Then he went back to looking down at the wooden desk.

“Can I sit down?” Harry asked, tentatively inching his way closer. Tom didn’t respond. But he also didn’t move or explicitly say no, so he took that as encouragement to sit down. “Are you new?” He decided to ask while taking out the materials he needed for the day. “I haven’t seen you around before.”

“No,” Tom said shortly.

“Really?” Harry was surprised. “Oh.”

A moment later, he had another question. “Were you in Miss Isobel’s class?”

The younger years were separated into two, sometimes three different classrooms depending on how big the year was. Harry’s year had lots of students so there were three classrooms for fourth years. They all had different schedules so that was likely why he didn’t notice Tom until now. It was strange, though; usually someone stayed with that same group until they were finished with primary school. They weren’t moved to another group unless they'd done something really bad. Tom didn’t look bad. He seemed harmless.

“Or Mr. Kenny’s?”

“So what if I was?” Tom grumbled.

“Why are you in this class then?”

“None of your business,” Tom told him.

“But why?”

“Because I said so.”

Harry got quiet after that. That’s what Uncle Vernon said during the rare times when he broke the Dursleys rule of asking a question.

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“We should be friends,” Harry declared during art class. Miss Kelli took them to another room filled with artwork on the walls, easels in the corners and smocks hanging up to wear over their clothes. The easels were placed in rows and they were to sit at one next to their desk partner. They were allowed to paint whatever they wanted.

Tom was using a tiny brush dipped in green paint. He’d made a giant snake and was currently working on the scales. He paused, looking just like Aunt Petunia, as if he’d swallowed something unpleasant. “What?”

“We should be friends,” Harry smiled.

“No,” Tom said bluntly.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

“But why ?”

Tom gripped the brush much harder than before.

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Tom was sitting alone at lunch. Just like in Miss Kelli’s room, he saw at the table that was furthest from everyone. Even though he declined Harry’s suggestion that they be friends, he was still going to try. Maybe Tom was having a bad day. No one talked to him at all. It was like Harry's situation, only this wasn’t because Dudley had scared the other kids. People just seem to naturally avoid Tom.

Poor Tom

Harry felt bad for him. He must have definitely been lonely. That only proved to him that Tom needed a friend. He couldn’t be by himself forever! So he made his way over there. He tried to be quick about it; Dudley was coming into peripheral vision.

“Hey freak !”

Harry sat on the bench, doing his best to ignore his cousin. “Hi,” he said.

Tom stared.

“I told you I didn’t want to be your friend.”

“Okay,” Harry said instead of arguing with him. “But I have nowhere to sit. Can I sit here.”

Tom muttered something he didn’t quite catch.

“Where’s your lunch?” Harry peered at him, his eyes brimming with curiosity.

Tom glowered at him.

It dawned on Harry in that minute. “Do you not have any lunch?”

Tom crossed his arms, his gaze wandering elsewhere. The faintest hint of red appeared in his cheeks.

“Do you want some of mine?” Harry offered. “I haven’t got much, only a sandwich and water. But you can have half of it.”

Tom looked like he didn’t believe him. Not until Harry unevenly tore the sandwich in half. He gave the bigger piece to Tom, who had a flash of surprise on his face. He hadn’t expected to be given anything. Harry glanced around, wondering how he could give Tom some water. He spotted a stack of plastic cups on a wheeling cart not too far from them. “You should get one of those,” he said. “I’ll give you some water.”

“Why?” Tom narrowed his eyes.

Harry blinked innocently. “Aren’t you thirsty?”

A few seconds passed by.

Tom got up to fetch the cup. He dropped the cup in front of Harry, watching determinedly as if to ensure that he was actually going to oit. And he did; he poured half of it into the cup and slid it back to Tom.

He didn't immediately dig in like Harry thought he would. In fact, he was just looking at it. Like it was some strange object.

“Do you not like it?” Harry asked. “I don’t have anything else but I can see if I can bring something different tomorrow.”

He watched as Tom’s eyes lifted from the sandwich to meet his own.

“Why did you give me this?”

“You looked hungry,” Harry said.

“You don’t even know me.”

“That’s alright,” Harry said. “I don’t mind. I’ll share with you tomorrow too if you want.”

Tom seemed like he was pondering his words and then very slowly he took a bite of the sandwich.

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He didn’t know if he should go up to Tom this time. He was under a tall tree with his knees pulled up to his chest, glancing over at the fence. Harry wanted to; he wanted another chance at talking to him. But the other boy was giving off a feeling that made him reconsider; it was just like when Uncle Vernon had a bad day at work. He would go to his chair after coming back. Aunt Petunia knew better than to disturb and she’d tell Dudley to go find something else to do than watch the telly, which usually upset him until he was promised a new toy or a day full of fun with whatever he wanted to do.

Harry stood in the middle of the playground, watching him. He didn’t see Dudley coming up behind him until it was too late. He was yet again shoved, falling to the ground with one swift swipe. Harry turned on his side, looking up at his cousin with dread filling in his stomach.

“Leave me alone, Dudley,” Harry’s knees were aching.

“Why should I?” Dudley sneered.

“You’re being mean!”

“Aww,” Dudley mocked. “Is the freak gonna cry like a whittle baby?”

“I’m not a baby!” Harry jumped to his feet.

“Yeah you are!”

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah you are!” Dudley said loudly. “You’re a baby! Baby, baby !”

“Stop it!” Harry said hotly.

“Stop it,” Dudley imitated him.

Harry glared as fiercely as he could. He really wanted to wipe that look off his cousin’s face but he didn’t want to be grounded to his cupboard. Instead, he stormed off towards the tree Tom was under. He’d seen the whole thing, evidently. His expression was impassive as Harry plopped down.

“Do you know him?” Tom nodded toward Dudley’s direction.

“He’s my cousin,” Harry scowled for the first time that day. “He hates me.”

Tom only hummed. “He’s stupid,” he said at last. “He still can’t even remember his times tables.”

That brought a smile out of Harry. It was true; Dudley still struggled with previous years’ material. It was one of the reasons why Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got mad at Harry whenever he did better than Dudley.

Tom’s eyes landed on Harry once again. It made him feel like the other boy was staring deep into his soul or something. “Does he hurt you?”

“Huh?” Harry blinked. “Er, sometimes.”

“Sometimes how ?” Tom said impatiently.

Harry squirmed. He wasn’t supposed to talk about that. “Er, well-”

“Don’t bother lying to me,” Tom said sharply. “I can tell when people are.”

“I wasn’t,” Harry insisted. He fiddled with his hands under the scrutiny of Tom’s gaze. “Er, well, he hits me sometimes...and he has this game he plays with his friends, Harry Hunting.”

Tom arched an eyebrow.

A flush came over Harry’s face. The stare made his fidgeting worse. “They like to chase after me. Once Dudley’s friend Piers....he held my arms and Dudley punched me.” He grimaced, just remembering how painful his stomach was to the touch for weeks after.

Tom’s cold gaze lingered on Dudley, who was a ways away, standing in front of a smaller boy, holding up his fist threateningly. “He’s a coward,” he spat. “Only bloody cowards hit people.”

Harry pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment paper from his pocket and a couple of crayons. He was continuing to work on the picture he’d started this morning during their free time in Miss Kelli’s classroom. He still listened to what Tom was saying.

“-wonder how he’d like it, getting hit back,” Tom said in a scarily calm voice.

Harry’s head snapped in horror. Was Tom going to try and hit Dudley back? He didn’t want him getting hurt. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t! He’d be outnumbered.

“You’re...you’re not going to do anything, are you?”

Tom only smirked.

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They were released at the end of the day. The younger years had to wait to be picked up by their parents but fourth years could walk home if they wanted to. Harry hurriedly grabbed his things, rushing down the hallway--but not running--so he could catch Tom in time before he left. The entrance doors flew open; he stood at the top of the cobblestone stairs, looking out for him. The sun was shining, a warm shadow coming over his face. He brightened up when he saw Tom at the end of the walkway, about to turn right.

He rushed down there. “Tom! Tom!”

Tom made a face when he saw him but it didn't hurt Harry’s feelings. He came to an abrupt stop in front of him, breathless and panting to re-catch his breath.

“What?” Tom said grumpily. “What do you want now ?”

Harry grinned toothily, but also a bit shyly. “I made you something!”

Tom blinked.

He held it up; it was a stick figure drawing of the both of them. Harry was drawn in red and he colored Tom in bright green. With a hopeful gleam in his eyes, he presented the drawing to him. He rocked on his heels. “Do you like it?”

Tom kept his eyes on the drawing, staring at it in wonder. “You drew this for me?” He demanded.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded. He pointed to the corner of the paper where Tom’s name was scribbled in. “See? It has your name on it. Well, do you like it?”

“It is...acceptable,” Tom decided on. In a whisper, he added, “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry beamed. “You’re welcome!”

There was a tiny smile on Tom’s face.

Both boys were quiet. The only noise came from the chirping birds, the cars that passed by and the chatter of the other children. That is, until the doors came open again and Dudley ran out. Harry’s hands flew up to his mouth, his shoulders beginning to shake with laughter.

Dudley had a bucket over his head and apparently, he was having difficulty getting it off. “Mummy!” he wailed, running around helplessly. (Harry wondered how he didn’t fall on the stairs). “Mummy, help!” Dudley’s friends tried to run after him, yelling for him to stop so they could help. He did not do that, however. He kept running until he hit a tree and fell right on his back.

Harry laughed.

“Oh, I wonder if he’s alright,” Tom said in a voice that suggested he felt oppositely. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if he was hurt?”

#Harry Potter #tom riddle #Dudley Dursley #piers polkiss #tom riddle fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #friendship

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adenei · 4 years

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Can you please write a fic where Rose and Albus finds an old newspaper in which Rita skeeter pairs Harry and Hermione and they show this to their siblings and everyone together ask the trio and Ginny about it..?? If possible, please include some golden trio or Rarry moments also..!!

Hi @lumos-solemn ! Thanks for the ask! I’m going to apologize for the random HIMYM reference, and the irony at the very end. It just fit too well to not incorporate.

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Next Gen: Of Trials and Tribulations

Rose and Albus were in the library, studying for their upcoming Defense against the Dark Arts exam. They were in their third year, and they were trying to find newspaper articles that would give them extra insight to compare tactics used during the time of Grindelwald and Voldemort.

“Al, look at this!” said Rose. “You’ll never guess what I fo-, Merlin’s pants no way.”

“What?” Albus walked over to her.

“It’s an article from when our parents were in fourth year. When Uncle Harry was competing in the tournament. Look at the picture of Mum and him!” Rose was stunned.

“And the headline of the article. There’s no way they actually dated in Hogwarts!” Albus was not convinced.

“But Al, read it! Dad’s nowhere to be found.” Rose was frantically reading the article.

“No way…”

“Do you think we should say something?”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to tell anyone else about it. We’ll have to make sure we catch them all alone.” Al said. He never liked to stir the pot if he could avoid it.

Rose, ever the one for the spotlight, argued, “No, they’d want to know. We need to tell them.”

“It’s a shame Teddy isn’t here. Maybe I could owl him and ask..”

“No, you can’t! Teddy will just go talk to Uncle Harry and they’ll probably figure out some rubbish story to tell us that isn’t the truth. We need to surprise them with this.”

“Well, Easter hols are two weeks away..” Al said.

“Perfect, we’ll do it then,” Rose decided.

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With Albus being in Slytherin, he unfortunately was unable to stop Rose from telling Hugo, Lily and James, much to his chagrin.

“I still can’t believe you told them!” Al said to Rose. The five of them were in Rose’s bedroom. Their parents were downstairs, having just picked them up from the train and brought them back to Ron and Hermione’s to catch up.

“We need to get back down there, they’re going to know something’s up,” Lily insisted.

“Okay, fine, but you all remember the plan?” Rose asked. They all nodded and Rose said, “Great, let’s go.”

So the five kids made their way down the stairs with purpose, entering the living room where they’re parents were seated and talking amongst themselves. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione looked up to see the five of them looking at them, and gave each other a look.

“Oh boy, what’d you lot find of ours at Hogwarts now?” Ron asked as he laughed at the sight before them. This wasn’t the first time they’d come across something with one of their names on it.

“Why didn’t you tell us that you dated!” Rose blurted out, clearly going against her own plan. Albus gave her a look, while the other kids looked at their parents.

The trio and Ginny all looked oddly at each other. “Er, who are you talking about sweetheart?” Hermione asked Rose. “Because I figured you knew that your father and I dated, though not at Hogwarts, and Harry and Ginny did, too..” The four of them looked at each other again, clearly engaging in silent communication.

“Will you stop that?” Rose said. “With the looks that clearly show you guys are saying something. We’re not stupid!”

“Rose,” Hermione warned.

“She’s talking about Dad and Aunt Hermione,” Albus finally jutted in. “We found an article from 1994 that had a picture of them hugging quite, er, nope I can’t say it. And the article was titled something about young love for the youngest Tri-Wizard Champion.”

Harry and Hermione both groaned, as Ron said, “And you two always wondered why I thought there was something there.”

“Was it a Rita Skeeter article?” Ginny asked. “You know not to believe anything that comes from her quill!”

“Now that you mention it,” Albus rounded on Rose. “I told you it was ridiculous.”

“But they haven’t denied it!” said Rose impatiently.

“Rose, Harry and I never dated. That was honestly Rita just drumming up drama. Harry was just about to steal an egg from a dragon. He very well could have died! And your father here still wasn’t speaking to his best friend, so I was trying to make up for it.”

“Dad, you and Uncle Harry fought?” Hugo chimed in with surprise.

“Not one of my finest moments, son,” Ron admitted.

“Even the best of friends get into rows sometimes. We went back to normal after that task. Only took Ron realizing that dragon could have done me in to come to his senses.” Harry said as they all laughed.

“So you two never..?” Lilly asked, still a little worried.

“No, Lily, it’s always been your Mum for me,” Harry told her, sharing a loving look with Ginny.

Ron made a weird coughing sound that sounded a bit like ‘Cho’ as Hermione nudged him. “Now, why don’t you lot go back upstairs for a bit? We’ll catch up over dinner soon,” he said after his fake coughing fit.

The kids all scampered off as the four of them sat there looking at each other in disbelief. “Will it never end?” asked Hermione.

“I think you three know the answer to that,” Ginny said as she rolled her eyes.

“We’re going to have to tell them everything eventually. The longer they’re there, the more they’re going to discover. We’ve gotten off this long because James’ never been bothered with knowing anything about it,” Harry reasoned.

“Oh, what if we took a line out of that one show on the telly, where the bloke sits his kids down and tells him the story of how he met their mother. American sitcoms are something else, aren’t they?” Ron said, as they all laughed.

“Wouldn’t that be a sight. I suppose this summer we’ll have to start telling them what happened,” Harry said.

“We should probably sit down and decide what’s necessary and what should be left out,” Ginny suggested, clearly thinking about the whole Chamber of Secrets debacle.

“It’s really a shame there aren’t any books fit for kids to tell the story for us…” Hermione said. They all laughed at the absurdity of it, finally accepting the fact that they knew this day would come eventually. Their kids were about to find out why their parents were legendary.

#romione #hinny #golden trio #next gen kids

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Jurassic Park

Richard Madden x Reader

Richard and I were visiting his family in Scotland for the holidays. This wasn’t my first time visiting Scotland with Richard, but it was my first time spending the holidays there. I knew the holidays tended to bring out the brighter and more joyful side in people and was excited to see what that brought out in the family. This was also my first time spending a long period of time with the family since marrying Richard. Now officially being Mrs. Richard Madden, I was excited to spend some time with my in-laws and feel closer than ever.

It was a crisp morning and I was in the kitchen helping Pat, Richard’s mum, prepare some breakfast. I, due to Pat’s insistence that I didn’t work too hard because I was her guest, was boiling the tea. A mundane task that allowed me to spend more time chatting with Pat than actually helping.

“You know, it’s absolutely lovely to have you here Y/N!” states Pat. “We’ve definitely missed having you lot around.” I smiled and let out a small chuckle. Richard loved his family, as did I, but our respective professions required us to be away the majority of the year. This led us to find it more practical to settle down in the likes of London and L.A., bigger cities with more opportunities. I couldn’t deny the charm of Scotland and the love that appeared on Richard’s face anytime he sees his homeland from the window. I would love to spend more time here, but our lives just didn’t seem to allow it.

“We’ve missed you all too,” I reply. Pat gives me a gentle smile before returning to the pot on the stove. A comfortable silence takes over the kitchen, but it is soon interrupted by a squeaky roar from the hallway.

“Eilidh, what are you wearing?” questions Cara, Richard’s sister. Her voice traveling down the hall as well. Eilidh’s giggles come nearer and before we know it a blur of forest and lime green comes into the kitchen. Before I can make her out clearly, she ducks behind the couch in the living room and lets out a few more giggles in the process. Pat and I look at each other quizzically. This is definitely a strange start to the morning.

“Where is me little dinosaur?” comes Richard’s voice. A little bit of clarity begins to enter my head. Richard and Eilidh were the best of friends. Eilidh absolutely adored Richard and he took every moment back home to spend every waking minute with her. Richard’s dad comes into the kitchen next shaking his head in amusement and I see a clear sparkle in his eye as he looks at me. Almost as if on cue, Richard comes out next. All of us in the kitchen can’t help but let out a laugh as we take Richard in. He dons a matching dinosaur outfit to Eilidh’s and sends me a look that says “don’t start”. I stifle my laughter a bit as I turn my attention to the now boiling tea kettle.

“I’m gonna find you!” taunts Richard. I peak over to see him beginning to circle the couch, clearly knowing Eilidh’s location from the stifled laughter she can’t seem to stop. Before we know it, Richard is lunging over the coach with a roar and Eilidh comes bolting into the kitchen bolting right between my legs.

“Save me, Aunt Y/N!” shrieks Eilidh while hiding between my legs. The entire room lets out a laugh and Richard’s face shows all the emotions I’m feeling. This was the first time Eilidh had called me aunt, and it was amazing how one new word from a little girl could make you feel so special. For some reason, her acceptance of me meant everything. After all, she meant everything to Richard. Richard sneaks behind me and playfully grabs Eilidh and starts placing wild kisses all over her face. Her giggles erupt and the family can’t help but laugh along. Pat snaps a picture of the two before asking Eilidh to get ready for breakfast. After she leaves, Richard stands and pulls me into a hug.

“Good morning, Love,” he whispers.

“Good morning!” I greet. I look him up and down before letting out another laugh. “You definitely know how to get the holidays started.” He laughs along with me before nodding his head.

“Well, believe it or not, this was Eilidh’s idea.” My laughter increases as I hum in understanding.

“She has great taste! You look fantastic,” I tease. He rolls his eyes before bringing me in for a kiss. As our lips connect, I’m reminded of all the love I have for this man and his family. Moments like these are the ones I never want to end. As we pull a part, a smirk appears on my face and Richard gives me a questioning look.

“What?” he asks, knowing the look in my eyes was going to lead to no good. I shrug my shoulders.

“I was just thinking,” I start. “Maybe you should bring it home.” His face reads of even more confusion and he looks over his outfit once more. He furrows his eyebrows and questions me once more.

“What are you on to?” I let out a little laugh before teasingly saying,

“We could finally live out that Jurassic Park fantasy of yours.”

#richard madden #richard madden imagine #richard madden imagines #richard madden x reader #richard

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 165

Chapter Summary -Tom and Danielle go to Suffolk for their second anniversary as a couple. While there, Tom realises that Danielle has already gotten started on some of the wedding plans which results in them setting a date.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1 @black-ninja-blade

Danielle bit her lips together as she felt herself reach her peak, forcing herself to not grip Tom’s hair too tightly as he made her feel so good. She gasped as the final waves of her orgasm were joined by a kiss that was given to her core before Tom crawled over her body, smiling cheekily as he came face to face with her. “I love you,” She smiled, feeling worn from their activities. “As I love you, my beautiful Elle.” He leant down and kissed her, not overly surprised when she leant up and deepened the kiss. “You are well and truly back to form,” He smirked as he forced their lips apart for a moment.

“Three times since we got here, that’s not bad by any accounts,” Danielle agreed.

They had decided to spend their second anniversary in Suffolk, away from the crowds of London and spending time with Diana. Tom brought Danielle for a lovely meal in Manzoni’s, the restaurant that led to the awkward first kiss of theirs and afterwards, insisted on kissing her on the doorstep, though this time, the kiss did not end there and he ensured she had an incredibly pleasurable evening after. Of late, after recovering from her Ironman, Danielle’s libido seemed to go back to her pre-training and pre-maternal urge norm, much to hers and indeed Tom’s delight.

The next morning led to slight bouts of sloth on their behalf before amourous attentions once more, leading them to almost lunchtime before they forcibly extracted themselves from the bed.

They were drinking tea as their porridge cooked when Diana knocked on the back door and entered. “Finally up, I see.” “We are embracing the holiday feeling,” Tom smirked back, going to the pot of tea they had decided would be a better idea to make and poured her a cup.

“How was Manzoni’s?” “That new chef you mentioned was working, you’re right, it’s even better now, somehow,” Danielle commented from the cooker.

“He is good, isn’t he?” Diana smiled. “So, have you two started talking properly yet?” Tom chuckled at his mother. “Are you just here to badger us about it?” “The sooner you plan it, the sooner it is planned.”

“You sound like Danielle when she is talking about her safety stuff.” Tom eyed his fiance warily as he said that. She gave him a warning glance with a slight smirk with it.

“And?” “We have decided on Ireland, in Elle’s parish church from her childhood. She explained it holds a really important place in her family and it is small and quaint and away from prying eyes. It will be lovely, so it makes a lot of sense.”

“How small?” “The maximum capacity is about a hundred plus people, nothing extravagant,” Danielle explained. “Doing approximate numbers for the church part of things, we are looking at around thirty under capacity but that’s good because we know we’re forgetting a few people.”

“Right, names are important, have you a list started?” “No,” Tom looked awkwardly.

Danielle left the room for a moment before returning with the backpack she had received for her Ironman, taking out a notepad she had in it. “I have all of my side and friends done. I have started your side too, but I know there is an aunt or uncle somewhere missing because the numbers aren’t right and I would wager you have a friend from school you will think to invite.”

Tom looked at her shocked at the organisation she had clearly put into the page of names, making notes who they were and of any conflicts, some may have, mostly referencing her aunt Bernie. “I...I was going to say I’m surprised, but no, how could I be, this is you through and through.

Danielle laughed at him. “I also took note that we will have to arrange buses from the airports and spoke to the local B&B, they will book out the dates of our choosing for us, if we give them a date soon, so I also called the parish office and got the dates the church is free on the timeline we are looking at, so we have to arrange that. I think we will have to go over a week or two in advance to ready the last of everything and for the marriage course, of course. Though, I booked that and flights for January, that gives time for your other commitments, Ace Con and whatnot.” She explained.

Tom simply stared at her in shock. He had asked had she looked into one or two things, thinking that perhaps she would begin preparation, he had not thought for one second she would be so thorough so quickly. “I...I feel somewhat unprepared in all of this.” “Course, what course?” Diana asked curiously.

“In Ireland, I am not sure if it is the same here, if you want to marry in a Catholic Church, you have to do a marriage course with Accord, it’s like this religious church-related family service, so I booked that. It’s nothing really, just preparing you for down the road, times of trouble, if you want kids, the usual marriage stuff. It’s more a box-ticking exercise really, though if you haven’t talked about this stuff before now or you haven’t had bad patches, are you really ready for marriage?” Danielle questioned.

“I think they are becoming something here, not obligatory, mind.”

“Well, they are at home and with our schedules, I thought it a good idea to plan it for then.” “What is on the cards to say you are both busy for that?” Diana asked curiously, always eager to know what her children were doing workwise. “I have a few things I will be involved in, going a few places, nothing too long, quick stops around Europe,” Danielle informed her. “Usually three to five day things and paperwork in between. And a trip to the US for a meeting or two, obviously.”

Diana nodded, knowing that there would be some form of plan such as this already before looking to her son. “I am doing a stint in one of Harold Pinter’s plays in London, Betrayal, as the name suggests, it is not the most cheerful of work but an interesting piece,” He explained.

“And are you the betrayer or the betrayed?” She asked curiously.

“I play the poor betrayed husband,” Tom pouted as he spoke.

“So plenty of confused and angry fans after this,” Danielle joked.

“I am glad you enjoy my torture.” Danielle stuck her tongue out at him playfully, causing him to chuckle. “I guess we better book a date so while we have a chance.”

“I guess we should.” A thought occurred to Tom. “What about that B&B?” “What do you mean?” “Well, they will have the dates.”

“Tom, I warned you before, Irish people are not the least bit bothered by this sort of thing and there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that a local run B&B from my hometown, with kids that went to school with me, who have used my dad’s vet practice since before I was born are going to give my wedding dates to some foreign shites trying to make money off us.”

“You are putting a lot of faith in people that you have not known really for at least a decade,” Tom warned, having had more than one person he thought he could trust show that his trust had been poorly placed in the past.

“It’s a way of life in Connemara and indeed most of the non-city areas of Ireland. You say nothing and deny all knowledge of other people’s business to non-locals, as I said it's a local family business and if they can't look after the locals, well, Ireland is the place that coined the phrase ‘boycott’. It's one thing to talk among ourselves but to outsiders, that's just not done.”

“So, you would threaten them?”

“Ironically, it would not be me or putting them as I don't live there anymore, it will be those local people that they call their friends, the local GAA people, the lads that went to the pub with my dad, the women that went to the dances with Mam. It’s just an unwritten rule you don't embarrass yourself or your family and you definitely do not bring a bad name to the parish. Whatever about the generation I'm from but my dad's generation, Mr O'Leary and his wife, they never would risk her name or insult their family in such a manner,” Danielle explained. “Sometimes the anonymity of the city has its advantages though, growing up we always knew what our neighbours were doing but at the same time we were always there for one another when it was needed.”

“Will they have a problem with those coming from England for it?” Tom asked.

“Why would they? We're bringing them paying customers, we’re not there to bother anyone. We don't automatically just decide to hate all British people, that's not an economically sound practice. We are just mildly suspicious as a default setting which is healthy really, all things considered.”

Tom knew before he even saw her face that Danielle was sticking out her tongue at her own playful comment. “Behave,” He warned her, his own playful smile evident. “What dates are available? The sooner I tell Luke the better.” Danielle went to the page where she had put all of the information the parish secretary has provided her with. Tom studied the dates as well as taking out his phone and checking the calendar and within 40 seconds, he placed an ‘X’ beside three of the dates.

“Are they the ones that are acceptable or are they ‘the never gonna happen’ dates?” Danielle asked curiously as she looked at the dates he had put the “x's” next to, all three were not dates that she could think of for particular reasons as being an issue.

“The latter.”

“Okay, so we work off the rest.”

“What about you, are you available every one of these dates?” Tom asked, doubtful that Danielle could be free for the entirety of the summer.

“The ones I was not available for, which were two dates, I didn't even write down. One is the all branch AGM, and the other is my mother’s anniversary. I know she would want me to get married but I could probably pretty much guarantee that she would not appreciate me doing so on her anniversary.” “No, that goes without saying,” Tom agreed. He looked over the dates a little bit more, Danielle noticed that he checked his phone for a moment before putting an ‘X’ beside another date. As soon as she looked at it she realised which date it was, she laughed. Tom looked at her worried as to a reaction. Seeing her laugh, he decided to check verbally. “You don't mind?”

“Not at all. I don't think it bodes well to take one of your favourite days of sport in the year from you,” She laughed. “And it's the height of the GAA season, so I can guarantee there won't be a single pub, hotel bar or restaurant that will be showing that over whatever GAA fixture is on for the day.” She tussles hair as she spoke.

Tom took her hand and put it to his lips, kissing it gently at her respect for his favourite sports day. “If it was the only viable day?”

“You said it does not suit you and there are six other days that are free and available, it's a non-issue.” She looked at the dates again. “If we choose the date before that takes place, I would assume, unless we go on a honeymoon of six days, that does not suit either. So how about, this one?” She pointed to the weekend after the final. “That way you can watch it or go and we can be to Ireland after?” “But you said you want to come over a fortnight in advance?” “I’m sure you can slip away for a weekend.”

“No, it's too close and I'm not leaving everything to you.” Tom looked at the dates that came after if he was honest, he thought them too far away. So instead, he looked at the only other available date before. “How about the June date?” Danielle looked at the piece of paper for a moment. “That’s only eight months away. Jesus, that's a terrifying thought. Has it really been 3 months since you asked me?”

“Time flies when you're having fun.” Tom beamed. “If it's too close then that's fine.” “No, let's go with that one.” Tom looked up at her. “Elle, if you want to take time to think about it.” Danielle’s response was not to argue but to instead to take out her phone, scroll through the contacts and bring up the number she needed. “I think June to be the best.” She showed him the number she was about to ring and when he gave a small nod she pressed the call button.

It only took three minutes between the secretary answering the phone and Danielle pressing the end call button. “It’s official, we are booked for June.” Danielle looked at Tom, who seemed somewhat shocked. “Second thoughts already?” “No, I just...In eight months, we’ll be…” Tom could barely compute what was happening. After all his planning, with all his thoughts on it, there was a date set to legally marry Danielle. It was almost unfathomable. “I can’t believe we have a date set.” He rose to his feet and leant in and kissed her. “Eight months will be an incredibly long and yet short time.” “With work, with plays and meetings, sets and meet and greets, we won’t see it pass by. It is strange to think, but by the time we book a reception, hotels and whatnot, by the time Emma and Jack organise a passport for Lucy and everything, eight months is nothing.” Tom frowned. “I thought you don’t need a passport to go to Ireland. I used my driving licence one weekend to get into Dublin for High Rise.” “You don’t under the Common Travel Area and all that but come Brexit, who knows, they already applied, just in case.” “I guess we will all need to be sure.” Diana took note to check her own when she went back to her own house. She beamed proudly at having urged her son and her future daughter-in-law into actually setting a date. “I will leave you to eat and do a few things. Don’t forget to book a venue next.” She instructed as she left.

With quick goodbyes, Danielle started thinking. “I genuinely cannot think of too many. I suppose if you want to be fancy, there is always Kylemore Abbey?”

Tom Googled the place and his brows rose. “It’s beautiful.” “Of course it is, it’s in Connemara, we don’t do things by halves.” She smiled, looking at the picture in front of them of the building. “It is only from the 1860s but it is beautiful, nonetheless.” “And they take weddings?” “For the right price, they will be more than happy to facilitate whatever we ask. The question becomes, are we willing to pay such prices?” Tom suspected that there would be a chance that Danielle would have an issue with such things. He had considered how to approach it but now was the best time. “Elle, Darling, I m not sure how often you are planning on doing this but I am very much only considering the once so we will do this right.”

“I just don’t want to waste money.” “Is it wasting it for us to have a lovely wedding day?” “It’s one day, I don’t…” Danielle inhaled deeply. Her fiance was a renowned actor and she knew that came with more money than sense. “Just nothing too insane.” “Elle, don’t force yourself into budgets. We are not going to do anything mad, even the ring is a family heirloom, we are not extravagant spenders, so if the hotel costs a bit, then fine. I doubt you plan on some mad dress.”

Danielle scoffed, “Valentino, Darling,” She impersonated the accentuated Cruella De Vil accent as she spoke. “Just a hundred thousand.”

Tom chuckled and shook his head. “If you wanted.” Danielle stared at him in horror. “Are you insane?”

“I just want you to be happy.” “Tom, here and now, I m saying this. This whole thing is not going to come within an ass’s roar of that sort of money. No, not happening. I will call it off it does.” “Looks like I found the ‘Get out of Jail Free’ Card.” Tom jested, rushing out of her reach before she could nudge him in retaliation. When she went over to him, he pulled her in against him. “How did I manage to find you, a sensible, beautiful, intelligent woman like you?”

“A sacrifice to an old God or two, I think.”

“Very possible.” He leant down and kissed her, wanting her to feel how intensely he loved her from it.

Pictures of Kylemore Abbey for reference

#I Hate You I Love You #Chapter 165 #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston #wolfpawn

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remedialpotions · 5 years

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Oh number 6 please! You do angsty stuff the best! Maybe something with the war? After it? During it? Whatever you go with for the word will be fab anyway!

Thank you! This definitely got pretty angsty and more Ron-centric than Ron/Hermione but I hope you like it! 💕

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hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

Ron was not exactly picky where he slept. He had never understood all the fuss over lush pillows and silky satin sheets; he had slept with the same Chudley Cannons blanket since the age of seven, and it had suited him just fine for ten years. He had also been perfectly happy to spend the night, for weeks on end, in a sleeping bag on the unyielding wooden floor of his brother’s cottage. He always sort of felt that when push came to shove, he could pretty much sleep anywhere.

But he couldn’t sleep here.

The Burrow was still standing, strictly speaking. There were signs of spell damage, charred streaks on the walls and overturned furniture, and all of the food in the scullery had gone rancid, but the bones of the house were still there; the thing had not toppled over completely. Strange, though, because it felt so cold when they all first stepped inside. Back in Scotland it had been uncharacteristically warm and sunny, verging on hot, even, but the Burrow had gone cold in a way it never had before.

So they’d all gotten back to the house, and Ron’s dad had briefly assessed the damage and then begun dutifully picking up the shards of shattered dishes on the floor - not for long, though, because Bill and Percy had exchanged a glance and then pushed him out of the way, insisting on tidying up themselves. Charlie had gone into the sitting room to heft the bookcase back into place. Ron’s mum and George were still back at Hogwarts, unwilling to leave Fred behind.

And Ron, flanked on either side by his two best friends - or rather, his best friend and his almost-girlfriend (he hoped, at least), had drank in the sight of his childhood home, hungrily, searching for something he could no longer find.

His parents weren’t messy or unclean people by any means - his mum was always bustling about, casting cleaning spells and sweeping the floors - but the Burrow had always been prone to clutter. It was inevitable in a house of that many people. Stacks of cookbooks always lined the windowsills and parchments boasting particularly impressive OWL results were plastered the cupboards and yet now, even though the Weasleys had likely not had time to pack up everything they treasured before their escape to Aunt Muriel’s, it seemed quite bare. Devoid of everything that had once given it personality and heart.

Ron had found his legs carrying him toward the stairs, which were coated in a thin, even layer of dust. Vaguely he realized that his hand and Hermione’s had locked together, and he didn’t know who had reached for whom. He also hadn’t thought it mattered.

The stairs had creaked and groaned under the weight of the three of them, the wood cracking and splintering. Doors on each landing were left ajar; Ginny’s bed was left unmade. All Ron wanted was his own bed, and the trip up to the top floor had never taken so long.

Finally, he had reached the landing. The little placard on the door reading Ronald’s Room was still there. It had been there for years and years, so long he had stopped noticing it, but he couldn’t remember now where it had even come from. He wouldn’t have made it himself; he hated being called Ronald. It seemed like something Percy would have done - labeling everyone’s stuff, everyone’s space, putting people in their place.

He wanted to rip it down.

“Oh, Ron,” said Hermione urgently as he reached for the doorknob, “maybe you should-“

But before he could really register her voice, he turned it, and he had barely pushed the door open an inch when an acrid smell like a moldy drain smacked him in the face. Stumbling back, he slammed the door shut again.

The ghoul. He’d forgotten about the bloody ghoul.

“Well,” stammered Harry, “we can just - like - put him back into the attic, can’t we? And do some charms for the smell?”

Ron shook his head, so many words fighting to escape his throat that none of them did. There was no way Harry could know - to him, the ghoul was just the thing that made noise in the attic whenever he came to stay - but it was not so easy to just banish it back to its original home. Dealing with the ghoul was the twins’ thing, it had taken both of them to accomplish the task of dressing it in pajamas in the first place. And now Fred was gone - Ron closed his eyes against the thought, he’d seen it but he still couldn’t believe it - and there was no quick and easy way to put things back how they’d been.

“Forget it,” said Ron, Hermione’s hand still in his as he moved to the stairs again. “I’ll just sleep on the sofa, it’s fine. I don’t care.”

But he had been lying on that same sofa for hours now, and he just couldn’t. He knew that if he would just do as Harry had done, and down a dose of Dreamless Sleep, that he might find some respite from the anxious whirring in his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he let himself fidget, tossing and turning on a sofa that he had not remembered being so cramped and stiff and scanning the room to find just one solitary little thing that hadn’t changed.

The whole time they’d been out searching for Horcruxes, he had just wanted to come back home. Even after he’d pulled his head out of his arse and returned to them, he had missed it: his mum’s cooking, the petrified gnome atop the Christmas tree, the clucking of the chickens and the sweet scent of the apple orchard. And now he was back, and none of it was here. Fred was gone, and George was a mess and Mum was a mess and they were all messes and none of it was ever going to be how it was. Nine months ago, he had Apparated away from an ambush, and he hadn’t known then that he would never really return.

The stairs creaked again. Ron rolled over on the sofa, the soles of his feet crammed uncomfortably against the armrest, and then sat up. From inside the kitchen, something glowed - not a wavering, flickering glow from a lantern, but steady and bright like from a wand. Both out of curiosity and a concern that they there may still be Death Eaters at large, he pulled his wand out from under the cushion he was using for a pillow and padded cautiously into the kitchen.

It was not a Death Eater, just Hermione (not that she was just Hermione, she had not been just Hermione to him for years now), kneeling on the work surface with her lit wand held aloft and her head inside a cupboard. If he called out to her, he’d probably startle her and cause her to fall, so instead he approached until he suspected he was in her peripheral vision.

“What’re you doing up there?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She started, a bit, then relaxed. “I couldn’t sleep,” she explained as she peered down at him. “I just thought I’d make tea.”

“Get down from there, I’ll get it.”

He set his hands on her hips to help her, and as her feet touched the floor, her eyes darted up to his, then away. He swallowed; Merlin, he wanted to kiss her again.

“Tea’s usually in here,” he said instead, opening the cupboard next to the one she had open, only to find it contained a glass jar of flour, some dried cherries (with fruit flies swarming in the air around them), and not one single tea bag. “Oh. Guess not.”

Likely they’d just run out in those tense final days before going into hiding. Or his mum had grabbed the last box of the earl grey on her way out the door - it had been her favorite, last time he’d been around enough to know things like that. Or maybe he was just remembering wrong. He reached up and opened another cabinet, but that one just had a big tub of uncooked porridge, and the next one was completely empty, so he dropped to his knees and checked under the sink, but there was just an empty jug of Mrs. Skower’s All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover and a big pile of rags.

He slammed the door shut; his legs didn’t quite feel strong enough to stand. You’re just knackered, he told himself. You just need sleep.

Small, cool hands rested on his shoulders. “It’s fine,” said Hermione gently. “I don’t really need it. I’ll just make hot water and lemon-“

“The lemons‘ve probably all gone off by now,” he muttered.

“Honey, then. That lasts forever.”

Ron sat back on his heels and looked down resentfully at his shaking hands.

“I just want you to have what you want.”

She sat next to him, her arm slipping through his. “It’s really fine-“

“It’s not,” he said, his voice oddly strangled. “The tea used to always be in that one cupboard, all right? My parents have lived here for thirty years and nothing’s ever changed, I know that’s where they keep the bloody tea.”

Even as he spoke, the words flooding out of him before he could even hope to stop them, he knew he was wrong. The whole house had been constantly changing from the moment his dad had gotten the wild idea to turn an old pigpen into a home for actual human beings. They’d built room after room, one right on top of the other, with the birth of each child and Ron distinctly remembered, with a lump in his throat, the day his dad fire-proofed the twins’ room after they had set the carpet ablaze.

“Tomorrow,” said Hermione, and Ron craned his neck to look at her, thrown by this sudden shift, “we can get things sorted with the ghoul.”

“I’m not worried about the ghoul.”

“But he can’t stay there forever, can he?” she said reasonably.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.” She squeezed his hand, and he gripped her just as tightly back. “I promise you, we’ll get everything sorted in the morning. It’s - it’ll be all right.”

Their faces were already so close, she needed only to turn her head the slightest bit to brush her lips against his cheek. Her breath fell soft onto his skin as she pulled back, and he moved in to kiss her, as gently and lightly as he could. There didn’t seem to be any need to rush. There was time, now the war had ended, to figure out how to move forward.

He nodded. “Everything’ll be all right.”

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #rhr #my writing #obscure word prompts #this made me really sad #and I’m very sorry #don’t worry it’ll feel like home for him again #he’s just struggling right now

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enchantingkittengaditor · 5 years

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The Fae | 1. Fæ

POV: Simone

“Fae. They’re sprinkled within our myths throughout history all over the world. No one past the age of 7 believes they’re real, we, as a society, beat it out of them. We beat out creativity. Fun. The love of life. Joy. We beat all of this out and then wonder why the world has such high rates of teenage, and general, suicide and mental illness.

“The only place we accept the fae existing is in stories for children, if not maybe the rare work of fiction for those of us over the age of 11. But that’s all they’re ever deemed fiction. But what happens when fiction becomes fact. What then? Just like with dragons. For centuries people believed in dragons and then we found out they were real, with the discovery of dinosaurs. Maybe not in the sense that we all think of when we hear the word ‘Dragon’ but real none-the-less.

“So I ask you to think within yourself: When does fiction and fact meet? When does fiction become fact? At what point do we stop believing in the Multiverse theory? At what point do we say that people can’t dream? I ask you: Why? Why that point you are thinking of in your head and not after? Or before? So, I leave you with this. Why can’t fairies be real if aliens fell from above onto New York? Why can’t they be real if gods are?

“Thank you,” The blonde girl says with a sigh taking her seat next to her two debating teammates waiting for the final rebuttal from the other team.

“Thank you, Ms Chan you may take the mic now,” said one of the judges. They’d made it into the regional finals for debating and the topic was fairies and they had to debate that they could exist.

I could see her mind was alight with all the swirling anxiety-ridden thoughts that one could imagine a socially anxious teenager would feel while on a stage being stared at by over 500 people after she just insisted that Fairies were real for 3 minutes with a straight face.

It’s not that she didn’t believe in fairies, she not sure about there existence as a whole, but the fact was, they were obviously given the harder side of this debate so that the trophy could stay with the judges rich, private school favourites. They were the first team from a public school to make it to regionals in 16 years and they’d been at a disadvantage from the beginning. In the first round, they’d had to debate the previous winners for 5 years in a row in each of the divisions they were in. Then they’d been given 50 minutes warning of what our topic was for the second round, ‘Why the impeachment of Ronald Reagen should have happened earlier.’, not something you can find legitimate facts for in 50 minutes. Then in the quarterfinals, they had less time than the other team to speak and prove our point. Then in the semis, they had come face to face with one of the judges daughters. Then finally they had to convince the judges of the existence of fairies and convince 5 fully grown men that they had the better argument.

Which they did, obviously, they could evoke the childhood dreams of the judges of when they dreamed anything was possible, hell they could even use the Avengers as to why they were right. Kim, Stephanie and Tegan are the best debaters at the school, they’ve beaten every team at least twice, but nobody thought they could beat any of the teams they were up against. And thus far they’d proven them wrong. And I’m hoping they can keep that streak going.

“Thank you, girls, we’ll take a break and decide the winner. Until then please can you go backstage and relax,” our physics teacher, Mr Johnson who’d stood in for one of the judges, stated looking our team straight in the eye. I mean to anyone else having their teacher as a judge would be beneficial but not when your teacher hates the guts of children born after the new millennium, even his own daughter Scarlett.

POV: Tegan

With a resigned sigh, we stood from our seats on the stage and walked towards the curtain smiling at our friends who’d stayed backstage to comfort us after what they thought would be a swift victory from the other side. But instead turned out to be a fight to the death of wits, brainpower and speech ability, which was our team’s weakness. All three of us have stage fright and I have severe social anxiety, which does not help in debate unless you want to lose.

“So you did better than anyone expected. Which means celebratory lunch at Main Street,” Mali said ver happy, still with her nose in ‘Magic: It’s Real & I Know How To Find It’, the newest book in her collection of magic hunting books.

“However fun that sounds I have to work a shift at the comic book store after this,” I state not wanting to give up on my free time with friends especially when it offered Main Street fries and dairy-free milkshakes.

“Simple, bring Simone and meet us for dinner after your shift,” Stephanie said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which I guess for some people it would be.

“OK. But my aunt Nat’s picking me up at 9 so I have to be back by then or give her a good enough lie to get her to pick me up from Main Street.”

“Tell her you’re out with friends and she’ll be proud of you and do it in a heartbeat.”

“You very clearly don’t know my aunt Nat. But I’ll try.”

As soon as I uttered those words I felt the chill that so often crept up my spine before one of my visions and vomiting attacks. So, as per usual, I rushed to the nearest bathroom and pounded on the door, hoping to be let in by whatever unfortunate soul happened to be in there at this point in time. Thankfully they got out in time for me to make it to the loo before I puked.

This time the vision came after the vomit. A vision of 4 girls faces, all of which were beautiful and one was strangely familiar. They were facing off against another 4 girls who were equally as stunning but they seemed… I don’t know a little bit, evil perhaps. To tell you the truth that’s why I had to go with my aunt Nat for the rest of the holidays before school started again. She was getting one of her friends to look at my brain and asses what kept happening to me, and Simone. But I didn’t want my friends to know that. All they had to know was I was going to New York for a week with my aunt and a friend. That is until they give it a diagnosis and I had to have more and more tests run, that’s when they can find out about what’s wrong with me. When I know too.

But until that day comes I have to pretend that this is just nerves and not what it actually is, a mystery. I was hoping that my aunt Nat had actually got someone who’d know something this time and not just another person who knew nothing about what this could be. So, once I’d composed myself and was mentally prepared to go back out there I texted Nat that she should pick me up at Main Street rather than my house and told mum where I was going after the competition was over.

I hope that my life wouldn’t get worse and that the voices in my head would stop. Because they had for a bit and then they started again and that was not fun because those voices are telling me things that no one should ever hear especially not when that person has been trying. Trying to improve. Trying not to give in. Trying not to give up. Trying to live before it’s too late to do even that.

Without life. you can’t live and living is what life is all about and I want to live my life to the fullest before it ends. However, that may happen.

POV: Maya

“I don’t get why we have to come to this hell hole of a dimension,” Marketa, one of my new roommates at Alfea asked me as we stood on the bus that was going to take us to the seaside town my best friend lived in with her mother, sister and cats. I was hoping to see her before both of our lives got to insane with our individual school lives. And before I had to make my choice. The choice that would turn my world upside down no matter which option I chose.

“We came because I have to say goodbye to my best friend and Lachie needed an escape from Magix after his very messy breakup. And you guys get to see some of the hatred towards Emma’s dad. Also, you signed up for new experiences this year and that’s what you’re gonna get with me,” I say in response to Marketa and Estelle’s comments and complaints that we were all sick of hearing at this point in our journey.

“I didn’t need to be dragged to a different dimension to meet your friend who after Tuesday your never going to be able to see again unless she somehow turns out to be magic.”

“I don’t know if she’s magic or not but she does have 3 terrifying godmothers. And a cat she calls a demon, but otherwise, she’s totally normal.”

“She sounds like Lachie’s ex,” Estelle stated, causing all of us to burst out in laughter shocking the majority of other passengers on the bus.

“If given half a chance I think she to would attempt to murder Estelle and she would definitely break your heart too. She has a saying that goes ‘emotions can’t hurt you if you don’t have them,’ so maybe she is a bit like Kacey after all,” I say in realization that my friend may be destined to become a witch if she was magical, or at least her powers would be that of a dark fairy.

So instead of answering any more of their questions, I pushed the button on the bus letting the driver know that we wanted to get off at the next stop. Once the bus had stopped I walked off of it, my feet hitting the sidewalk with a thud but not as much as the others who weren’t accustomed to as much gravity as there was on earth, used to instead only the 8.9 newtons of gravity in Magix.

“Oww!” they all screamed pretty much in sync when their feet thudded on to the pavement while Emma and I laughed at them us ourselves forgetting about the difference in gravity between the two dimensions.

That was when the difficult bit began. I knew she’d been competing in a debating competition and then had to go to work but by now I also knew her shift had ended. So where would she go? Pulling out my phone I decided to check who won the competition, knowing she’d either go home to cry or go out for victory food depending on the outcome.

Victory food it was. So I told my travel companions, “I hope you’re hungry for some human food.”

After some groans from the group, I started leading them towards Main Street, a diner I knew my best friend loved after she took me there when I last visited her.

Upon arriving at the diner I could see Tegan sitting in a corner booth surrounded by people, whom I assumed were friends. So naturally, I, her best friend, walked into the diner and attempted to sneak up on her so that I could surprise her. Though I was called out by Emma.

“Maya, they're here.”

“Maya?”

Simultaneously my two worlds came crashing down, all with four words. On one hand, I had to go and help my friends stop the crazy witches that had followed us here from Magix for Marketa’s ring. On the other, my best friend in the entire universe had just noticed me and wanted answers as to why I was here and several other questions I imagine were swirling through her mind. I had to choose, yet again, between my worlds.

POV: Emma

I muttered the words none of us wanted to say or hear in that moment in the diner on that cold day, “Maya, they’re here.”

Those words shattered her world and mine because it wasn’t who she thought but it was worse. Much worse. It may not have been the four witches that we knew from Magix but it was someone I wasn’t happy to see. My uncle and his teammates.

As they walked into the diner I attempted to hide behind Marketa who was confused as to what I was doing and just kept moving saying we should see what they want. Hiding behind Estelle & Lachie wasn’t any easier as they kept turning to look at Maya’s friend who looked incredibly fed up.

“Emma?”

“Maya?”

“Tegan?”

Our three names pierced the silent diner like a bullet and a body, each one said by a different person. Mine, my uncle. Maya’s, Tony. Tegan’s, Natasha. But of course, my friends had no idea what was going on and became even more confused than before.

“Why do they know your names?” Lachie asked looking between the two of us before making eye contact with Tegan and quickly looking away.

“Aunt Nat,” The blonde Maya had approached, so I’m guessing is Tegan, said running up to her aunt(?) and giving her a hug. Before turning to Tony, slapping him and then giving him a hug, and then giving my uncle a hug.

“Emma?” Thor questioned yet again this time with more pain in his voice, “We thought you died, you and your mother. How-How are you here?”

Then Estelle piped up, “The better question is why are we here?”

“Home.”

That was all I had to say for the three of them to seem to get it. At this point, the rest of the diner had gotten back to what they’d been doing before the Avengers showed up.

“Well, we came to pick up Tegan and Simone. We do need to go girls, and you five are welcome to join us. Also Kim, Stephanie you were wrong that doesn’t work, I tried it,” Natasha said with a smirk before grabbing one of the suitcases next to the booth while Tony grabbed the other.

“Will my father be there?” With those words, I stopped the chatter from my friends, they know I don’t talk about my father unless I absolutely have to. It’s not a topic I bring up lightly, I almost never talk about my early childhood up until me and my mother went back to her home in Magix, where I first met Estelle and Marketa.

“No, he… he died,” I could see the pain in my uncle’s eyes while he said that. He always loved my father no matter how many bad things he did my uncle would always help him if he needed it and accepted it.

“OK,” I said in a quiet voice not quite believing my father was dead not before I could say goodbye. Not after all the times he’d ‘died’ before.

As Tegan and Simone said their goodbyes to their friends promising to text them, me and my friends walked out of the diner towards the fancy van that was parked outside, led by my uncle and Tony who were discussing something to do with a person called Steve and my uncle’s hammer. Though I didn’t hear much of their conversation over the sound of my own thoughts and the constant complaints and questions from my friends.

By the time we had reached wherever we were going Estelle had fallen asleep on my lap, Marketa was asleep on my shoulder and I was playing a game called ‘Cards Against Humanity’ with the other awake teenagers while Tony sat in the front laughing at us and our weird suggestions.

The game had been going on for a while as had the staring out the window my uncle was doing. He seemed truly heartbroken by the fact my uncle had died, which to me begged the questions: How long have I been gone? Along with: How long ago did he die?

My answer was recently, recently enough for him seeing me to bring all of it back up.

POV: Estelle

A few hours earlier…

“So how do we play this game?” Lachie asked as Tegan & Simone set out the cards for the ridiculous game that the man in the weird glasses had insisted we played, most likely for his entertainment only.

After explaining the basic rule & premise of the game we began playing the game coming up with some weird answers, with Maya’s friend not understanding our humour and us hers. Then everything went black.

I don’t know if I passed out of exhaustion or if it was something else but my head was full of visions of a world at war. A war that I was not winning, either me or the side of fairies. And the guy of my dreams was dead at my feet, his cold lifeless eyes staring back at me while my friends fight villains around me. The one person I didn’t recognize was a pale blonde haired with green eyes who was fighting alongside us and attempting to communicate with Tegan in a language I didn’t understand. The whole scene was a mess. In the middle of the battlefield lay the bodies of my family. Before I could make out much more of the scene I was riped out of my dream by Emma. All she did was quietly mumble something in her sleep.

It was at this point that I looked around the rest of the car I noticed that only Tegan and Simone were awake talking to Natasha who was driving at this point. At some point, they’re going to find out about fairies and Magix because Maya will slip up and out fairies to them. Maya always slips up and it’s great.

Looking out the window I decided I’d have a look at what made Maya think this place was so great, only to see that we were not on any road but the sky over an ocean. I thought this dimension was alluded of magic? How are we flying without magic and with there increased gravity? It makes no sense.

It was at that moment, of course, Marketa’s phone started to ring. Deciding against letting it annoy everyone I picked it out of her pocket and answered it. Not surprised at all when Harry appeared on the hologram, although it did startle Tegan and Simone who before had no clue that I had awoken from my slumber. But I continued the call just staring at him until he started speaking.

“Where are you two? Your father is having a fit and is threatening your uncle to threaten other nations at war. And all I can do is sit here and watch,” Harry, Marketa’s cousin, yelled at me which got a few odd looks from the three other beings that were awake.

I sighed before I responded knowing that Harry loved it when we did something wrong because he could be the golden boy for a few moments, “Earth, Maya wanted to say goodbye to her friend before the school year and you know the thing. But we have Lachie to protect us, and Emma’s uncle,” I attempted to defend our decision to come with Maya by making my uncle and father who were most likely eavesdropping feel as though we were safe.

“It’s OK, I’ll tell them you went out shopping.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I said knowing he wouldn’t tell them that but also knowing we now had to explain why I said Earth to the people in this car. And knowing I couldn’t do that by myself I elbowed Emma & Marketa in an attempt to get some help explaining what the hell I meant. Then kicking Maya because she knew the best how to explain things to humans, well at least better than the rest of us.

“Can you please elaborate on what you said on the phone because if your alien we have to turn you in, and if it was a joke we need to know that too,” Tegan said to me causing Lachie to also wake up.

“When we land?” I asked hoping I could buy more time for my friends to gather their wits and for me to not be thrown off a moving plane.

POV: Marketa

“So let me get this right. Fairies exist and live in a parallel dimension, they can travel between the two dimensions because they have advanced technology that allows them to do so. Only women and girls are fairies, while men are only carriers but some men go to a school to become a thing called ‘Specialists’ or they can go to a different school and become warlocks but they can’t do both. There is also a school for witches and witches are fairies who’ve disowned the good side and cut off their wings. And you think the reason my goddaughter is a fairy because of her visions. You also each have one area from which all of your magic comes from. Did I miss anything?” The redhead asked. I hadn’t bothered to remember their names as I didn’t see the point when I most likely would never see them again.

“No, actually you didn’t. How did you do that?” Estelle asked.

“But why do you think that I may be a fairy?” The blonde that Maya hung out with asked.

I responded slightly annoyed that she hadn’t picked it up. “Because you remember things that no one else does about the world, facts that have been erased from history, yet you can’t remember half your own childhood.”

“Yeah but you have to remember I also had epilepsy so the memory loss thing comes from that. As for remembering facts, I have a Nat as a godmother and she knows things. Things that she should not teach her goddaughter, especially at the age she did but she’s been teaching me these facts my whole life and most of them have been erased.”

“You don’t get it the ring your wearing also shows us your a fairy, because it’s the ring of the forgotten. It matches the ring of memory which someone gave to Lachie because of some prophecy before he gave it to his psychotic ex who now wants to get her paws on both of our rings so she can rule the universe with her girlfriends. So the best thing right now is for you to believe us and come with us so we can teach you how to control your powers before you go and do what you did to Estelle’s cousin Stella and her friends again,” I almost yelled annoyed with the simplicity of human minds already.

“No.” This time it was the brunette man that spoke on behalf of the two ‘human’ girls in front of me. “They’re not going anywhere with you without us, their parents left us in charge of them. So I’ll say it again. They’re not going anywhere without us.”

“Try me, old man,” Estelle said being held back by Lachie as she attempted to intimidate the man before us.

“It’s impossible,” The other brunette man spoke up walking to the front of the room. “We’ve studied their DNA extensively and theirs no evidence of any mutation of note. Sure they both have some mutations but that’s to be expected.”

“Wasn’t their one you two weren’t sure about?” This time it was the black-haired girl who was glued to Maya’s friend’s other side.

“Yes, but it only appeared once so it wasn’t enough to form a gene so we disregarded it. But you can’t disregard anything, not in this world.”

“Well, you can come but I don’t know if you’ll get into the school grounds, only people with magic in their blood can get through them,” Emma said as she returned from talking to her uncle with a mediator who apparently knew all about this because of his wife.

“We can try and that’s what we do,” The redhead spoke up again.

“It’s your funeral.”

“OK, Marketa, Estelle, you may not like this realm but the least you can do is respect the people in it, they do their best and sure that may not be great but it’s the best they can do in their own situations and these people are just trying to protect their own and do the job they’re meant to so these two don’t get hurt. So just stop being such bitches to them,” Maya snapped at us.

#fae #faries #faerie #the fae #winx club #natasha romanoff #tony #thor #winx bloom #winx stella #winx flora #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx musa #winx trix #winx valtor #jake gylenhall #sabrina carpenter #dove cameron

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theazkabandreamer · 5 years

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Seeking Closure (revised)

This is a revision to a short story that I had written on Tumblr. I felt it had the great potential to be expanded.

There was a heatwave in Little Whinging, turning the leafy green suburbs parch brown and Harry Potter slept badly that night, having visited the graveyard in his dreams again. He was then walking down a dark corridor which lead to a closed door. A sense of frustration overpowered him and the scar on his forehead burned slightly.

He then had a strange feeling wash over him; It was like he was being watched by a being with a strong aura of love emanating around themselves.

Harry opened his eyes and felt a strange sense of calm. He had been feeling anything but calm of late. He sat up and let out a gasp as he found himself face to face with a pair of brilliant green eyes that were very familiar. Surely, he was seeing things? He blinked and the face of his mother swam into view.

Lily Potter gazed at him tenderly, as she sat on his bed.

"Mum?" Harry reached for his glasses and put them on, wondering whether he was hallucinating or not, but she was still there, clear as day, her dark red hair falling over her face.

"Hello, Harry," Lily smiled. "It's good to see you got out of the graveyard. You've been so brave, sweetheart."

"How are you here?" Harry asked, feeling overwhelmed at the sight of his Mother.

"I've always been here," Lily said, placing a hand over her heart. "So has your Father."

Lily gestured to the open window and Harry turned to see his father standing there, his jet-black hair all over the place and his glasses askew. James Potter was leaning against the window sill and smiling at Harry warmly, his hazel eyes twinkling against the orange glow of the street lamp outside.

"Dad?" Harry's jaw dropped open in shock.

"It's good to see that you got out of that graveyard in one piece," James said. "You fought well; we are so proud. How are you, Harry?"

"F-fine," Harry stammered. "What's going on?"

"I know things are frustrating for you at the moment," James said as he walked towards Harry and sat on the bed next to Lily. " I know you don't like being cooped up here and not knowing what's going on, but you need to keep a cool head. Because in the year ahead, you're going to be challenged like you've never been challenged before."

"Don't go looking for trouble," Lily said and James nodded and put an arm around her.

"Even though trouble usually finds you," James said with a wry smile and Lily rolled her eyes at him and smiled fondly.

"Things will get worse before they get better, Harry," James continued. "But you're not alone. You're never alone. You have your friends and you'll need Ron and Hermione more than ever in the months ahead now that Voldemort is back."

There was a moments silence as Harry let the words sink in. To have them be confirmed by his own Father brought him a piece of mind that he had never thought possible.

"I can't believe he's back," Harry muttered, voicing the fact for the first time since he had arrived at Privet Drive.

"He was always going to come back, Harry," Lily said sadly. " I couldn't stop him forever."

"I should never have let Cedric go with me," Harry said, his voice wavering and his frustration boiling over. "I should've taken the cup when I had the chance."

He punched his pillow angrily, desperate to let out the pent-up frustration that settled there since he had arrived at Number Four for the summer.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart," Lily said softly, her voice having a soothing effect on him. It felt familiar, almost like the sound of home. But Harry had forgotten what home had sounded like.

"You weren't to know what would happen," James added. "You can't blame yourself for that."

"But I got Cedric killed," Harry insisted, the guilt flaring up inside him once more, threatening to tear him apart.

"Voldemort got Cedric killed," James said firmly. " Voldemort and my so-called friend. I guess transforming into a rat suited him. I should've known."

James's expression turned cold and his face was an angry mask. Harry felt the waves of anger emanate from him and they felt so much like his own anger . Harry felt a strong connection with his Father at that moment.

"But you were right to spare him," James said. "You were right; I wouldn't have wanted Sirius and Remus to become killers. They're better than that. I'm just sorry that he killed Cedric."

Lily patted him on the arm comfortingly and James relaxed.

"Speaking of Cedric," Lily said to Harry with a smile. "He's why we're here."

"What do you-" Harry began, before stopping and staring in the direction of the wardrobe in surprise.

Standing next to the wardrobe was Cedric Diggory, looking exactly the same as he did on the night he died.

"C-Cedric?" Harry gasped, his eyes fogging over with tears. A thousand different things Harry wanted to say to Cedric popped up inside his head. The guilt of his death flared up inside him more powerful than ever.

"Hello, Harry," Cedric said with a handsome grin. "Nice room you've got here."

"I'm sorry, Cedric," Harry said at once, unable to take it anymore. "I'm sorry for getting you killed. I should never have suggested that we should've both taken the cup. I should've listened to you and got the cup for myself. You would still be alive then."

"Stop beating yourself up about it," Cedric said, brushing aside Harry's apologies. "It wasn't your fault and I'm glad that Hogwarts won the Triwizard Tournament. I just want to say thank you though, Harry. Thank you for bringing my body back to my parents. That means a lot to me."

"I couldn't leave you there," Harry said as the image of Cedric's body flashed before his eyes again.

"Take care of yourself, Harry," Cedric said. "Things will be difficult, but I know you'll pull through. I only wish that I could be helping you instead of being dead."

James nodded vigorously.

"Know that we're proud of you," He said. "And remember to keep a cool head."

"And take care of Cho for me, Harry," Cedric said seriously. "That girl means a lot to me and I know she's been taking my death quite hard."

With that, he vanished into the night fading as if he were never there.

"We love you so much," Lily said softly, her bright green eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry we can't be with you Harry, but I would've taken that curse over again just to see you live."

"Don't forget that you have Sirius," James said. "I know that it's taken longer for the two of you to find each other given the circumstances but always feel that you can talk to him as well as Ron and Hermione."

Harry heard a sniff and he turned and saw that his Mother was crying. Their eyes met and Lily reached her hand out and Harry copied her, hoping to reach his mother, hoping to receive the hug that he had long been denied. His hand was inches from Lily's hand when Dudley let out a loud snore in the next room and Harry woke with a start, his hand outstretched in front of him.

The memory of his dream started to fade, but Harry held onto his parents faces, their voices. It wasn't the first time that they had visited him in his dreams, their faces weaving in and out, often staying silent and sometimes their last moments being played out over again.

It made a change from the dreams about the graveyard and corridors with locked doors at the end of them. Harry briefly remembered Cedric made an appearance and he didn't seem to blame him at all. It was a nice thought that Cedric came seeking closure and it comforted Harry a lot.

But as he sat up, the scar on his forehead prickled slightly and he let out a groan. Tomorrow was another day. Another day where he would spend time trying to find a hiding place in order to listen to the news, another day where Uncle Vernon would shoot nasty questions at him and Aunt Petunia would purse her lips and snap at him. Another day where he would spend time trying to avoid batty Mrs. Figg, Dudley and his gang, another day where he would nick papers out of bins trying to find news of any funny deaths. But he kept telling himself that it was all worth it.

Harry got up and looked at his calendar and realised with a jolt that today was his Fifthteenth birthday. He hoped that today would be the day that he finally got some answers.

#Jily #Harry Potter #Lily Potter #James Potter #Cedric Diggory

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mysweetestcreature · 6 years

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Wish Upon A Star (StepBro!Harry) Part X

Part IX

***

“I’m so proud of you,” she smiles up at him as she balances herself on her toes to give him a quick peck. After the success of his last project––and yes, that project––Harry is now an official partner, owning an even thirty-two percent of the company’s holdings. He truly deserves it, especially considering how he had dedicated every minute of his life to working, upon completion of his degree. (It’s only now that he’s eased up, and he says she’s to blame for why he’s gone slack all of a sudden.) They’re at his congratulatory party, surrounded by his colleagues from the firm.

“When we get home, how about you show me how much,” he husks in her ear, his hand trailing dangerously low on her body. She releases a low giggle, her fingers reaching up to caress the small hairs on his chin.

She’s sure to stick to his side all night. One of the other architect’s secretaries seems to harbor a crush on her man and makes it so painstakingly obvious. Sometimes, when she visits him on her lunch break, she’ll catch the redheaded woman––Ivy, she thinks her name is––shooting her annoyed looks whenever she passes through the doors. It’s quite funny though, how Harry never seems to notice when she’s trying so hard to show off her cleavage from her unbuttoned blouse. When she’d asked him about it before, his reply was a simple, “I only really like looking at your tits, love,” and that was the end of that discussion.

“If looks could kill,” she says, and he doesn’t even need to turn around because he knows exactly what she’s referring to. Instead, he presses his mouth to her temple, keeping them there as her scent floods through his nostrils. “You should really talk to Greg about this one. Naomi told me she’s been begging her for a switch.” Naomi, Harry’s secretary, a sweet older lady, had expressed her grievances about the whole situation.

“Stop paying attention to her, and pay a little more attention to your fiancé, yeah?” he smirks, letting his breath hover over her expecting lips.

***

Uh-oh.

All the wedding planning has consumed their free time outside of work. Harry’s just finalized the designs for the hotel––they’re about to start construction within the next couple of days–– and Y/n has finally managed to organize the company’s budget (no one bothered to tell her that the former executive accountant had been such a moron). When they’re not at work, they’re meeting with the wedding planner, or knocked out in bed. Any minute in between their busy itinerary is used for a quickie on the couch, in the shower, or against the fridge.

They knew this was bound to happen eventually, they’ve talked about it multiple times now. The timing isn’t necessarily bad. With the wedding in just a little over two and a half weeks, her dress is sure to fit…hopefully. It’s just that she can’t believe she’s gone an entire month without remembering. Y/n fiddles with her 2-carat white-gold engagement ring, as she stares at her untouched foil of birth control that sits contemptuously on the island.

“Harry?” she calls. His footsteps echo through their flat as he makes his way from the bedroom.

“Yeah, baby?” his hands slide down to her hips and he peeks over her shoulder. “What are you looking at? Aren’t those your pills?”

She nods her head slowly, “They’re from last month.” He hums in acknowledgement, and she sighs when he doesn’t get what she’s trying to allude. “I haven’t taken them in a month.”

“A month,” he repeats as if there’s no underlying meaning. She listens as he says it another three times before he’s spinning her on her heel to face him. “Are you…?” his eyes are bulging out of their sockets; his mouth hangs open with the ends turned up.

“I don’t know. I mean, I can’t remember if I got my period last month. Or the month before…” she searches her brain for whether she had ever sent him out for tampons, but it’s all lost in the jumble of wedding prep that’s marked every inch of her memory since the beginning of May.

Harry hesitantly places his hand on her clothed stomach, gently rubbing small circles over where a little bean might be growing into a baby, their baby. He’s always wanted to be a dad. Ever since his own had abandoned him and his mum when he was younger, he promised himself that he would never do that to his own child.

“You think there’s one in there?” he asks and lifts his gaze to meet hers. A smile graces over her soft features when she sees the expectancy in his eyes. She knows when the time comes, whether it be sooner than expected, Harry will make the best daddy in the world, she’s sure of it.

***

When she sees her son adjusting his collar in the mirror, she instantly bursts into tears. It feels like only yesterday that he was her little boy always begging for his mummy’s attention and menacing any man that showed even a hint of interest in her. He turns around and gives her a crooked smile and extends his arms for her to wrap herself in.

“Can’t have you ruining your makeup, Mum. Need you to be looking your best,” he jokes. Anne grasps his shoulders, leaning back to get a good look him.

“My bub is getting married, you can’t expect me not to,” she says, fixing an astray hair and smoothing it back to join the others. “I’ve just seen her, she looks absolutely stunning. I already know you’ll be spluttering over your words later.” Just before coming here, she had snuck a peak at her daughter. And bless her heart, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen a more radiant bride (just don’t tell Aunt Deborah that her she’s been overthrown). “Oh, you two are going to give me the most perfect grandbabies one day!” she exclaims, and Harry chuckles as he brings her in for another hug.

He groans at the thought that he hasn’t seen his love in well over sixteen hours. If there’s one thing Harry doesn’t like, it’s waking up without her. His mum had insisted on them staying in separate ends of the house the night before the wedding. “The last time I’ll ever forcibly separate you,” she had joked while leading Y/n away. He doesn’t identify himself to believe any of those superstitions that those from decades before him, but just to appease her, he allowed himself to succumb to the traditions––it’s not like they need it though, after all, nothing about their relationship has been considered to follow the conventional route.

“Now you be a good husband, you hear me?” his mum says sternly. “In case it might have slipped your mind, I’m rather close to your bride-to-be, so I expect some stellar behavior from you, or so help me God.” But she knows that she doesn’t have to worry about him treating Y/n right. Because right from day one, Harry has always treated her the way every woman deserves. And if what she’s witnessed over the past few months––with an open mind this time around––it’s obvious that he doesn’t know any other way.

***

She giggles has her father twirls her around, the skirt of her gown flowing gracefully around her feet. It’s like she’s a little girl again, dancing with her daddy, while she balances on his toes as he waltzes her around the living room. Right now, everything is much different, his precious gem is just moments away to fulfilling yet another mark a maturity. He’s gotten much better at accepting just how fast of a pace she’s grown up before his eyes.

“Your mum would be so proud,” he says softly. After all, all of what’s happening today is her handy work. In just a few short minutes, the wedding planner will be signaling them to get into place, then he’s sending her off to embark on this new journey.

“Thanks, Dad,” she sighs happily, throwing her arms around his neck. At the height of their preparation, her and Harry had taken to looking through their parents’ wedding albums for some inspiration. And as her fingers grazed over a photograph of her mum in her white dress, she couldn’t help but wish that she had gotten more time to spend with her, to really get to know her. “She’ll be watching us, I guarantee it. Will have the best seat in the house, I reckon,” Harry had tried to lighten up her mood.

She breathes in deeply, chills scattering down her back. “Is it weird that I’m still nervous? I mean, I’ve married him so many times in the backyard,” she laughs, and wriggles her arms to relax herself.

“It’s completely normal to get little jitters. I’ve gotten married twice, and they just don’t go away. You should’ve seen Harry when I went to see him earlier, poor lad couldn’t even get his tie right,” he replies.

“How does he look?” she asks eagerly, not even a day, and she’s missing him terribly. When she had gotten out of bed this morning, she had called him, just wanting to hear his voice. They talked for a good hour, despite him still being half asleep and mumbling random bits of information in her ear about how he can’t wait to call her his wife, and how he wants to make more babies with her.

“Takes after his old man, yeah?” and she rolls her eyes at the subtle stroke of his own ego. “He looks rather dashing, and hopelessly excited to see you.”

He watches as she smiles to herself, and fiddles with the flowers in her bouquet. Everything about her lets him know that she’s ready to start this new chapter in her life. Ready to take on the obstacles of marriage that he just knows that her and Harry will be exceptional at. A gentle knock on the door, and the planner pokes her head in. He nods at her, then turns back to get one last look at his daughter.

“Let’s get you married.”

***

Age 16:

They’re walking home from Georgina Rupert’s Sweet 16. The aftermath of their confession of feelings has them feeling all giddy. Neither one of them has been able to wipe the stupid grins off their all too happy faces. And now that he knows how perfect her hand fits in his, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let go.

“Hey, guess what?” Harry smirks, squeezing her hand.

“What?” she quirks an eyebrow. He stops walking and leans down and places a sweet kiss on her lips. When he pulls away, she’s a blushing a shade of rose. She can’t help it, she still hasn’t gotten over what had happened earlier, and she doesn’t know when she’ll get used to him kissing her, but she hopes he’ll do it again and again.

“Just wanted to kiss you,” his dimples pop out as he swings their arms back and forth. He’s so happy right now, the girl he’s loved for as long as he can remember loves him back. And it doesn’t even matter that his inner monologue is aligned with the biggest romantic clichés because that’s how amazing love actually feels.

But like every great love story, there lies some kind of problem that gets in their way. In their case, she’s supposed to be his sister––well, stepsister more like it––and he’s not supposed to want to kiss her when she makes cute faces or giggles in that way that makes his heart beat twice as fast. He’s supposed to be guarding her from unwanted suitors and making fun of her just because he’s her brother.

As they come closer and closer to their street, the initial feelings of excitement are slowly morphing into chest-constricting anxiousness. Y/n bites her lip nervously when the lights of their front porch become more visible with every timid step. “What are we…Harry they’ll freak out.” What would they do? For sure they wouldn’t be happy about it.

“Relax, love. I need you to relax,” he cups her cheeks to get her to stop moving and look at him. “We’re just going to have to be careful, yeah? Mum and Dad won’t find out as long as we don’t act any different from how we usually are.”

“You think we’ll be able to pull this off?” she asks unsurely. “You’re absolute rubbish at keeping secrets. Every year you blurt out what everyone’s gotten each other for Christmas. Just the other week you accidentally told Mu-”

He cuts her off by attaching his lips to hers. “You’re worth all the effort.”

***

Present Day:

Each step she takes is just one step closer to finally being able to start the lives they had always hoped for. Because now there’s no heavily guarded secret that looms ever their heads, and they are no longer afraid of getting caught in the midst of any passionate act of affection. No more hiding behind the façade that they’re not completely head over heels crazy about each other. And as she walks down the center of the white throw that covers the grass, her hand placed snuggly in the arm of her father, she can’t stop the memories that encircle her mind as she gets closer and closer to the person she shares all of them with.

All those times she coerced him into playing her Prince Charming, to the night of their first kiss when feelings had been spewed out into the chilled air of the winter night, to the day of their unlikely reunion after punishing years of separation; each one, and every little kiss and argument in between, are all a part of the story that started way before either one of them knew how to properly tie their shoes.

His eyes meet hers, connected by a shared trance from the vision of each other that grows bigger as she draws nearer. And it’s like he can already see their entire future flash before him in elaborate spurts of images of what the rest of their lives will be like once the priest officiates their everlasting promise of love and unity. They were just kids when their hearts chose each other, nearly eighteen years ago. But now…now they’re adults functioning in the enigma of the real world, yet he still gets that wistful flutter that encompasses his entire being whenever his name rolls off her plump lips.

“Go get him,” Eric smiles at her and kisses her cheek through her vail, the glimmer of a tear sparkling in the corner of his left eye as he hands are off to man he’s been blessed enough to call his son. He envelops Harry in a strong hug, patting the younger man’s back. “Take care of each other,” he says to both of them. And he backs away, returning to his designated seat. He catches Anne’s eyes from the adjacent pew, and they nod at each other because finally they got it right.

Harry squeezes her hand as he takes in her appearance up close. “You look beautiful, baby,” he whispers to her over the decrescendo of the string quartet. And she peers up at him with glistening orbs, a smile worth every pearl in the world. He leans his forehead against hers, bumping noses before they turn to the priest.

“Dearly beloved,” his voice is light and vivacious, “we are gathered here today in the sight of God, and in the presence of family and friends to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony.” Behind them, there’s already an audible sniffle. “Commended as a commendable estate, instituted by God and therefore into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this, these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show cause as to why these two cannot be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

As hard as they try to pay attention to the readings and all the prayers and other traditional elements of the ceremony, the bubbling mixture of elation and fulfillment make each moment they spend standing next to one another. With their hands tightly clasped together, their hearts beat as a single entity.

For a moment, Harry loses sight of where they are, his stare panning to the left, mesmerized by the woman he’ll soon be calling his missus. It’s only until the priest is calling for him to recite his vows. The rest of his body aligns with his head, and he can already feel the sweet burn prickling behind his eyes as she looks back at him.

“I’ve known you all my life, and there’s not much I can tell you now that you won’t already know. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and I could go on and on about how much I love you and all that you mean to me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, baby. You’re my heart…got me properly whipped, yeah?” he jokes, eyebrows mischievously bouncing. The audience bursts into a medley of laughter, as Y/n lightly hits his arm.

“We met because our parents fell in love, and I don’t think anyone expected that we would follow their lead, but I’m so thankful that we did. Because I can’t imagine loving anyone else as much as I love you or sharing any of the experiences I’ve had with anyone else. There’s no one else I’d ever want to do any of this with.” There’s a brief moment of silence, but their eyes never stop talking. A smile from her as she tilts her head to the side, and he knows to continue. “I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of my life. I promise to be there for you through all the tests and trials we might endure, and especially when we try to take on our little one when he or she gets here.”

A gasp spreads throughout the crowd. Eric and Anne turn to each other, mouths ajar as the they replay the words in their heads. From behind him, he can here a faint ‘I knew it,’ presumedly from Miguel. They turn back to see their children staring back at them, slowly nodding to confirm their greatest delight. Anne blows them a kiss with weepy eyes, the tears making little puddles on the fabric of her dress. Her husband, along with others, start cheering and whistling in celebration of a new baby ready to enter the world.

“I already know that you’ll be the best mummy there is. Our baby is going to adore you as much as I do. And just know that once we’ve got a hang of the little bugger, I’ll be ready to start making the next one,” he winks. His hand lands on her waist, and gently tugs her close to place a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I love you both with all that I am, and I can’t wait to start our family. We deserve this, my love.”

“Y/n, if you could recite your vows to Harry.”

“I know we said no crying, but…” she carefully wipes under her lower lash line, praying that the two coats of waterproof mascara are holding up fine. “I love you, I have since I was a little girl. We’ve dreamt of this for practically our entire lives, and being here with you right now? It’s like an actual fairytale come to life.” A giggle passes through her lips. “Not many people meet the love of their lives so early, but we’ve never been a standard case.”

“We’ve been through a lot together; and even when things got messy, you were still there at the end of it all. People think the greatest love stories are just artificial narratives in movies and books, but I think ours might be the best one there is. No one has fought as hard for this as we have, and…” there’s no stopping the emotions that overcome her as she thinks about all that it took to be standing here today, “I’m so thankful that you never gave up on me or stopped loving me even when I left.”

A surreal melody of sniffling and hushed sobs spread through the crowd like wildfire. And yet, no one can truly feel the expanse of what they’re feeling. Because to everyone else, this is a wedding between two people that fell in love, but to them, it’s means so much more. This is their triumph. It’s the much-awaited illumination at the end of the darkest, most emotionally draining tunnel. With genial tears in their smiling eyes, they bask in this greatest achievement.

“And I promise you that I’ll never leave again, not unless you’re with me. I promise to be the best wife to you, and to laugh at all your jokes, no matter how corny they may be,” he rolls his eyes jokingly, at the subtle shade (his jokes are phenomenal, mind her). “Our little bub is going to be the luckiest child in the world because they will have you as their daddy.” She takes a deep breath, using the time the fresh garden air fills her lungs to really take him in, scan over the features she knows all too well. “I love you, Harry.”

***

Age 6:

Whenever they play wedding, if Y/n is the bride, then Harry absolutely has to be the groom, and vice versa. There’s no exception to the rules. Carrie had complained that it was her turn to be bride, but Y/n had stood her ground. So, as they stand in front of Fr. Jameson––who’s got his bible, a.k.a. Anne’s gourmet cookbook open to a recipe for pecking duck––imitating the lines he once heard recited on the telly.

“Do you, Harry, take Y/n to be your wife?” he asks the curly-haired boy.

Harry nods his head eagerly, a cheeky smile adorning his young face. “Yeah! ...I mean, I do!”

“Ok…and do you, Y/n, take Harry to be your husband?” he repeats to the beaming little girl wearing her white sundress with the little daisies lined up on the bottom hem.

“I do!” she exclaims. She plays with the bottom of her dress, as she sways her body in anticipation for what’s to come next. As everyone knows, once the bride and the groom say, ‘I do,’ they get to kiss! Cinderella kissed Prince Charming at their wedding, and so did Sleeping Beauty and Prince Philip!

Jameson shrinks away, his nose scrunching up as he scratches the back of his head. “I’m not sure what to say next,” he confesses in a whisper to Harry’s ear. Carrie, from where she stands off center, smacks her hand to her forehead.

***

Present Day:

“For as much as Harry and Y/n have consented together in holy matrimony and witnessed the same before God and those present…” and as the ceremony draws to an end, the proclamation they’ve waited years to hear, is finally within reach, and the priest broadcasts the most delicate grouping of words to tickle their eardrums, “…I know pronounce you husband and wife.” He gives the groom a knowing look, and he knows he’s waiting anxiously for his go signal. “Harry, you may now kiss your bride.”

No one needs to tell him twice. Harry lifts the vail over his wife’s head, until it’s gracefully hanging behind her. His hands reach up to gently cup her face, thumbs stroking away the dampness on her cheek. The audience is cheering them on, waiting to witness their first action as a married couple. They both lean in, pausing for just a moment to let the ends of their lips dance around each other. It’s Y/n who closes the gap, and their mouths fully connecting. And it gives them similar feelings to the first kiss they had shared when they were sixteen when they had declared their love, but this time, there’s no need to hide any of it.

They say that people have the power to choose their own destiny, but sometimes it won’t hurt to let fate interfere every once in a while. A widower with a daughter met a divorcee with a son during a quick run to the supermarket during lunch break. They fell in love, got married, became a family unit, simple and straightforward. But it was never their story, they were just pons in the grand scheme of life because that’s the thing about fate. It has crazy ways of bringing two people––who some would say shouldn’t be together––into each other’s lives. Fate can take on many forms: you may meet at a social event, bump carts at the store, or if you choose to believe in them, a wish upon a star.

***

Age 6:

Jameson and Carrie faces contort in pure disgust, both still firm believers in kids of opposite genders carrying cooties and other diseases. And he places the sweetest most innocent kiss on her nose, and she can’t help but giggle when she feels his wet lips touch her skin. There’s an indescribable flutter happening in their tummies––maybe they’re just hungry, Anne surely has put together some snacks inside––but maybe it’s another sensation that hasn’t quite made its way into their vocabularies at such a tender age.

Whatever it may be, they’re in love with the feeling.

***

Present Day: 29 Weeks

Pregnancy is fun, as Y/n has come to learn. Besides the morning sickness, which doesn’t seem to be all that bad, she finds that she enjoys most of it. Her cravings had started very early, and she’s had her husband running out of their flat (their house still under construction) at 3am with some of the strangest requests, a popular one being a chippy dipped in peanut butter with a dollop of mayonnaise.

Although, he can’t complain because the sex has been amazing! God, how he’s obsessed with her boobs. There are at least a dozen pictures of close ups he’s taken since he first took notice. It’s true what they say, with her hormone levels hitched up, she’s jumping his bones every chance she gets, and he’s always a willing participant.

So, as they lay in bed together, his back propped against the headboard as she leans into his chest, his hands gently roam her tummy. “Has he been kicking a lot today?” He loves feeling his little one moving in there. The baby loves hearing his daddy’s voice, always reacting whenever he’s near.

“Mmhm,” she hums, fingers filling in the spaces between his. “He’d been feeling fussy all morning…had me running to the loo every twenty minutes,” she shakes her head, “but then you came home and suddenly he’s an angel.”

“My boy just missed me is all, right bub?” he rubs over the smooth swell, and he feels light thump from inside. “See, already know he’ll be a fair football player!”

She rolls her eyes and lightly jabs her elbow back. Not even born yet, and her son is already a mini-Harry. Anne had described in full detail every aspect of her pregnancy with Harry, and so far, hers is matching that to a tee.

In about ten weeks or so, they’ll finally be able to meet their baby. His conception had been a surprise, but by no means unwelcomed. A true blessing if they’ve ever heard of one. The product of their love for one another, cultivated into a tiny being soon to enter their world and change their lives forever.

***

Present Day: 6 Years Later

Thirteen hours, that’s how long this labor had lasted her. The contractions had started while she was making lunch for her boys, a sudden rush of flowing water streaming down her legs. She’d expected the delivery of this baby to be as easy as the last, after all, they say that pregnancy gets easier with each one.

Their first born, Lucas––or Luca, as everyone calls him––gave her no trouble at all, popping out of her within three hours of her water breaking. It’s hard to believe that he’s already five, when it feels like only yesterday she was holding him in her arms for the first time. The spitting image of his daddy, same green eyes and dark brown hair that curl at the ends, and same adorable dimples that she loves so much. Luca is their little athlete. The moment he came into contact with his little red ball that Gramps had bought for him, he was kicking it around the house, much to his mummy’s dismay. Whenever Harry’s home from work, he drags him into their backyard to kick the football around.

When Luca was about nine months, their neighbors, Joaquin and Annalise Pewter, were giving away little puppies that their beagle had just birthed. At first the new parents had been a bit weary, but one of the pups had jumped over the barricade when he saw the family. Harry knelt to the ground, with his son in his arms, to get closer. “What do you think, little man, are we taking him home with us?” Harry had asked the nine-month old. The pup––who the family now affectionately call Pancake––scouted his snout to sniff Luca’s chubby hand, and the heartwarming sound of a baby’s magical laugh entranced all wistful listeners in the room. “That settles it then.”

Baby #2, Declan, had been the easiest of the three to deliver. Welcomed into the world as soon as she was brought to the hospital (and it’s true what they say, sex does indeed help induce labor). He’s got features to match both Harry and Y/n, ‘the most perfect blending,’ as his nan had described. Their sweet little three-year-old, always following one of his parents around the house, and pouting whenever they drop him off at nursery school. “But I want to go to work with you, Mumma” is his argument every morning. It takes everything in her to ignore his big green eyes as she rushes back into the car, but at least she’s stronger than Harry. She once scolded her husband for actually taking their son to work.

And now, after thirteen hours of pushing as hard as her exhausted body could afford, their precious youngest snoozes in Y/n’s arms. “You did great, baby,” Harry says with his lips to her temple. “She’s perfect.” He’s completely awestruck by his little angel swaddled in the baby pink blanket, a little hat sitting atop her head to keep her warm. Her still swollen eyes shut as she basks in skin on skin connection with her mummy’s bare chest. He leans down to delicately press a kiss her flushed cheek.

“She is, isn’t she?” Y/n replies, playing with her daughter’s little fingers on the arm that’s escaped its wrapping.

He nods, as he wipes away a fallen tear. “Looks just like you,” he says. After two sons that resemble him more and more each day, he’s happy that he’s finally got himself a mini version of his love. “My little love is just as pretty as her mumma.” The baby’s smaller fingers now move to wrap around his index finger.

“Why is she so tiny?” Declan asks from his place by her legs. He examines his baby sister’s small figure carefully. When Y/n had gone into labor, he was rather upset when both his parents rushed out of the house, leaving him and Luca with their grandparents.

“Nana says all babies are tiny when they come out of their mummy’s tummies,” Luca explains. During this pregnancy, he’d grown extremely attached to Y/n. Always peppering kisses on his mum’s bump and talking to his sister through the protruding skin.

Declan scratches his head, as he tries to absorb the new information. Suddenly he’s gasping in realization, “Was I that small, Daddy? Because I came out of Mumma’s tummy too, right?” Harry chuckles and nods in confirmation and watches his son gape in disbelief.

“What’s her name?” it’s Luca’s turn to ask the questions. He crawls up so he’s sitting snuggly between his mum and dad, wanting to get an even closer look at the new addition to their family; and Declan follows suit, and settles in Harry’s lap.

When they found out they were having a girl––they always opt to find out the gender of their babies as soon as possible––one name in particular came to mind. It seemed fitting, especially since they have this person to thank for all of this.

“Charlotte,” Y/n smiles, and the baby in her arms makes a little noise in response. Her eyes open widely, taking in her new surroundings. “You like that, don’t you? We can call you Charlie, my sweet girl.”

“That’s Nana Char’s name!” Luca exclaims. The way he’s looking at his sister and the way his fingers fidget with each other gives away what’s on his mind. “Mumma, can I hold her, please?” he asks nervously. Y/n instructs him to open up his arms, and she very carefully sets the newborn in his lap, making sure that her head is well supported. He has the biggest smile on his face when Charlie peers up at him, a small quirk at the ends of her delicate lips twitch up. “She smiled at me!”

Harry ruffles the hairs on his eldest boy’s head. “You’re doing a good job, bub,” he praises. Their younger boy starts to stir in his lap, squirming around until he’s standing up in place, his little hands clutching his dad’s shoulders. “And what’s my little monkey up to, hmm?” But Declan’s body leans flush against his chest, his head nestled into the crook of his neck. Y/n watches has his eyes begin to flutter close.

“Someone’s tired,” she rubs his back and places multiple kisses to his palm. All the craziness of this past day sure has taken a toll on them all, but of course, it had all been worth it. Harry lifts up from the side of her hospital bed, and gently sways back and forth to lull the drifting child in his arms, whispering sweet little nothings into his ear, and pecking the side of his head until he’s completely crossed over.

He meets his missus’s eyes, hers welling up with a gleaming wetness, complemented by a luminous array of whites peeking from behind her lips. She pats the empty space next to Luca and Charlie. Minding a sleeping Declan, he sits back down next to the rest of his family. It’s the one he and wife had dreamed about since before they were eighteen, and finally it’s tangible in their hands.

They did it.

Fin.

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A/N: Marriage? Check! Adorable little bubs? Triple Check!

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BTS / They meet their S/O’s family

Request: Hmmm how about 'BTS reactions on their first time visiting & meeting their S/O's family in their hometown'?

i wasn’t supposed to write this tonight but i couldn’t finish writing anything else for some reason shsjdh i hope you enjoy this though!

Jin

It was around holidays when you first took Jin home to meet your family. He was nervous and, to be honest, you were too. You’ve never introduced a boyfriend to your family before but you’ve been with Jin for a long time now, so perhaps it was finally time he met your relatives.

And as it turned out, you were just wasting time being nervous. Jin fit right in with your family. Of course, the fact that he offered to help your mother cook probably contributed to the fact, but Jin was generally a likable person, so you shouldn’t have worried.

Jin ended up spending more time in the kitchen that you did, even though every single family member tried to invite him to the living room to hang out before dinner was served.

“I’m okay here,” he replied to them, smiling politely. “Cooking is somewhat of a passion of mine.”

“So, I’m assuming you do all the cooking,” your mother said, winking at you teasingly.

“Probably,” Jin said. “But it’s not because I’m forced to, it’s because I want to. I tried teaching Y/n how to cook some things, too.”

“Is that so?” your mother was now smiling. “She never let me teach her how to cook anything. You must truly be special, Jin.”

“She’s the special one, really,” Jin answered, a smile playing on his lips. “I might cook and, okay, I might also clean, but Y/n’s the one who completes my life and makes everything much easier for me.”

Your mother was, of course, expecting Jin to sweet-talk her into liking him, but as she listened to him talk about you, she saw a genuine smile on his lips and a spark in his eyes that let her know he was being honest. He wasn’t saying any of that to make her like him. He was saying that because he meant it.

“In all honesty, I never thought I’d be saying this when Y/n told me she was bringing her boyfriend home,” your mother started. “But you’re a great guy, Jin. And I’m really happy you’re joining our family.”

Suga

You were mostly afraid of your father’s reaction to meeting Yoongi. What you should have been afraid of, though, was your father and Yoongi’s friendship. Their tendency to get overprotective was what made them bond almost as soon as they met.

“I hope you’re taking good care of my girl,” your dad told Yoongi during dinner.

“Yes, sir,” Yoongi replied right away, squeezing your hand under the table. “Though she does a very good job of taking care of herself. I’m just making sure no one messes with her.”

“Very good,” your dad nodded. “She used to be the absolute troublemaker when she was a child.”

“Dad,” you said with a groan.

Yoongi smiled at this. “She still is, sir. I’m trying to keep her safe, though.”

“Good luck,” your dad smiled at this. “I spent all of my life trying to make sure she stayed out of trouble and she still almost got expelled from school twice.”

“Dad!” you said again, even more annoyed now. “I didn’t even come close to getting expelled. I just got detention. It’s different.”

“I’ve never heard of this,” Yoongi said, suddenly very amused. “Why’d you get detention?”

“A boy kissed her and she punched him,” your dad answered, ruining your chances of dismissing this topic. “She almost broke his nose, on top of that.”

Not only did Yoongi look surprised after hearing this, but he also appeared to be very impressed. “How come you’ve never told me this story?”

“That’s not even the best part,” your dad continued while you covered your face, knowing what was coming. “She got her second detention – this one for two months, by the way – after the same boy asked her friend on a date and then never called her back. Y/n stole his clothes from his locker while he was in the shower, along with his phone, and everything. He ended up spending the night at school butt-naked until a janitor found him the next morning.”

“In my defense, the guy totally deserved it,” you said, still not removing your hands from your face while Yoongi laughed at this.

“This is a completely new side of you,” Yoongi told you. “I love it.”

“Then I hope you’re staying with us for a few more days, at least,” your dad reacted to Yoongi’s statement. “Because I have so many more similar stories that Y/n probably never told you.”

“I would love to hear them, sir,” Yoongi said, smiling.

“You two,” you sighed, glaring at your dad and then at your boyfriend. “I knew there was a chance this dinner would go wrong but I wasn’t expecting to be the one embarrassed.”

Your dad laughed at this. “I was waiting for this moment, honey. There had to come a day when I’d finally be able to tell your real life story to your significant other. Looks like it’s finally here.”

J-Hope

Hoseok radiated positive energy, so you had no doubt your family would fall in love with him just like you had. And you were absolutely right. He charmed every aunt and every grandmother you’ve had as soon as he stepped a foot inside of your old family house.

“This is Hoseok,” you introduced him to your parents and watched as he extended a hand for your father to shake.

Instead of that, however, your father hugged him. You smiled, thinking that this was a sign that Hoseok was welcomed into your family.

“So great to finally meet you,” your mother said, hugging Hoseok, too. “Y/n told us a whole lot about you.”

“I’m very happy to meet you, too,” Hoseok said, smiling at them both. “Y/n talks about her family a lot as well. She loves you very much.”

“Oh, that she does,” your grandmother said, suddenly appearing from behind your parents. “Which is why we were all so excited to meet the new addition to our family. My, my, Y/n. He’s very handsome.”

The way Hoseok blushed at this – you didn’t think you’ve ever seen him blush like this before – was honestly amusing.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home,” Hoseok said humbly. “I’m really happy to be here.”

“We’re just as happy,” your grandmother said, taking your boyfriend’s hand and leading him away, into the main room of the house. “Let’s go, I’ll introduce you to all of Y/n’s cousins. Some of them are your age, but I’ll tell you a secret, none of them are as handsome as you.”

“Oh,” Hoseok laughed at this. “You overestimate me.”

You just watched – slightly surprised – as your grandmother continued to drag Hoseok around the room, introducing him to every family member.

“That’s it,” your dad said, laughing at the sight. “Your grandma has a new favorite grandson!”

Namjoon was nervous the whole night but he was on his absolute best behavior. He exhibited his manners by complimenting your mother’s outfit and then helped her set the table. He showed his intelligence off by discussing latest political developments with your dad. He impressed your younger siblings by sharing his knowledge of their favorite video games. And all through it, he held your hand under the table, squeezing it every once in a while.

“You’re incredible,” you whispered into his ear when it was just you two left at the table since the rest of your family went to clean up but insisted the two of you relaxed after your trip here.

Namjoon just gave you a smile and then raised his free hand from the table, showing you how badly it was shaking.

“No, why are you nervous?” you asked, taking his other hand into yours, too. “They love you, Joonie. I’m pretty sure I’ll be fighting my own family for your affection soon.”

He laughed at this. “You really think they liked me?”

“Of course they did,” you said, nodding. “I have no doubts about that. My dad has never talked to any of my friends the way he was talking to you. You definitely left a positive impact on him. And my mum was winking at me across the table the whole night. That’s basically “I like your boyfriend” in mum/daughter code.”

This finally made Namjoon a little calmer and he allowed himself to exhale a relieved breath.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said. “It’s really important to me that your parents like me.”

“They do,” you assured him again. “But even if they didn’t, that wouldn’t change anything.”

“Y/n, I’d never stand between you and your family,” Namjoon said matter-of-factly.

“You are my family,” you said to him at the same time as you saw your mum enter the room.

“I don’t know what you were talking about,” your mum said, slightly startling Namjoon since he hadn’t seen her come in. “But Y/n’s right. Welcome to our family, Namjoon. We’re glad to have you with us.”

Jimin

Jimin was a little awkward at first. He just smiled a lot and stayed by your side as you introduced him to your family members. All of them were mesmerized by his smile and immediately smiled back to him, striking up a conversation, and finding a way to mention embarrassing memories that left you blushing but made Jimin break out of his shell a little.

“Your family’s really nice,” Jimin said once you finally finished introducing him to everyone.

“I’m glad you think so,” you said and then noticed your aunt coming towards you. “Oh, be careful. Don’t agree to go anywhere with her. She’ll spend hours talking your ear off.”

Jimin wasn’t sure if he understood you but he had no time to ask anything because your aunt was already there.

“Hi!” she said excitedly. “You two look so nice together, I couldn’t help but come over and tell you that.”

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile, always happy to hear that.

“I remember back in the day when I first met my husband…” your aunt said wistfully. “Oh, he was so nervous to meet my family.”

“Jimin was nervous, too,” you said, not really trying to encourage her but doing just that.

“Oh, Jimin, there’s no need to be nervous. You’re delightful! I have no idea how anyone could dislike you,” she said, subconsciously placing her hand on his waist and slowly pulling him away from you. “My husband, on the other hand, was a real pain in the—uh, he was nothing like you.”

Jimin turned to look at you, a little surprised to suddenly find himself in your aunt’s company but you bit your lip trying not to laugh.

“I warned you!” you mouthed to him and he seemed to understand because he mouthed back, “Help me!”

“Y/n’s a very lucky girl to have you,” your aunt said, pulling Jimin’s attention back to her. “There’s not many great guys like you.”

“Oh, it’s me who’s lucky,” Jimin replied.

“I knew you’d say that,” your aunt said, smiling at him. “That just shows how great you are. I’m not lying, you know. I had to tell you that our family truly loves you before I break into the story of what happened to my husband when he first came here.”

Taehyung fit right in. He always did. Hell, he even managed to make you feel like the outsider when he started talking to your cousins about the new online store that specialized in high-end fashion clothes.

On top of that, being the generous person that he was, Taehyung also won the affections of your parents after he brought them gifts, claiming that he couldn’t have come empty-handed.

“I’m getting the feeling that you’re trying to buy us off,” your mum joked.

“No, no, I’d never!” Taehyung said. “I just had to find a way to thank you for the ability to be here.”

“You’re always welcome here,” your dad said. “And it should really be us thanking you, Taehyung. I don’t think we’ve ever seen our little girl smiling as much as she does when she’s with you.”

You looked away, somehow embarrassed by this statement, but felt Taehyung’s eyes on you.

“She makes me really happy, sir,” Taehyung said. “The least I can do is make sure she’s happy as well.”

Your parents just exchanged small smiles and didn’t say anything else, allowing you and Taehyung to mingle. Of course, as soon as your parents walked away, your boyfriend found himself in a conversation with your aunt and her husband. You stood by him while he answered their questions and eventually ended up discussing modern art. You were interested in the topic as well, but it got boring even for you.

Needless to say, you were glad when that conversation was over, but Taehyung – always the social butterfly – managed to start talking to your little cousin who was no more than five years old, and you couldn’t drag him away from her. That was it. He was stuck with her for the rest of the night.

“My family is seriously starting to like you more than me,” you told him as you watched your cousin laugh at a joke Taehyung made.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n,” he said, smiling at you. “Though I have to say, I love your family a lot. They’re great people.”

“Y/n,” your cousin suddenly addressed you. “Please bring Tae over here often!”

“Already got my cousin to call you ‘Tae’, huh?” you asked your boyfriend and turned to look at your cousin while he laughed. “Don’t worry, little one. I’m sure Tae is never leaving again.”

Jungkook

It took Jungkook a while to get used to the amount of people at your family gathering. He found it intimidating at first but you held his hands through it and eventually, he started to feel more relaxed. What helped him calm down even more was the way your grandmother treated him.

“You’re so precious,” was the first thing she told him. “How did Y/n manage to find you?”

“I think we found each other,” Jungkook answered.

“You’re very lucky to have each other,” your grandmother said. “You’re awfully skinny, though, sweetheart. Are you eating well?”

“I’m, uh, yeah,” Jungkook said, a little taken aback by this statement. “I think I am.”

“You’re lying,” your grandmother said, a big smile on her face. “Let’s go, I’ll fill you a nice big plate of food. You’re basically skin and bones. We’ll change that, just you wait.”

Jungkook laughed at this and turned to look at you. You just smiled and shrugged your shoulders, letting him walk away with your grandmother. She took him to the kitchen and made sure to add nearly everything she could find in the fridge to his plate.

“Eat, sweetheart,” she told him then. “Make sure to finish it all!”

“I’m not sure if I can, you really shouldn’t have—”

“Nonsense!” your grandmother said, filling another plate full of food and then handing it to one of your cousins who accidentally stumbled into the kitchen. “All of you are so skinny, I don’t understand this. What are you eating? Air?”

Jungkook laughed. “No, I’m sure we’re trying to eat food.”

“Trying and eating are two very different things,” she said strictly and then broke into a smile again. “Eat, darling. I will not stand here and watch my grandchildren starve.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up at this. “Oh, but I’m not really your—”

“Yes, you are,” your grandmother cut him off before he could finish. “You’re as much of a grandchild to me as Y/n is. I love you both.”

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OUAT ReWrite: 7x22 - Part 6

Some of my added scenes, I won’t lie, are purely for me. I wanted more, but I don’t necessarily think they would have been needed in the episode. However if I had been in charge of the finale, I would have fought for either an extra long episode or an extra episode 23, which meant I could have included all these scenes without problem!

Sadly, for now, we’ll just have to contend ourselves with my little fic instead.

Chapter Six: Alice, Robin, Henry & Killian In The Rescue

“You okay?” Robin asked quietly.

The two girls were trailing a fair distance behind Henry and Killian as they made their way towards Wish Charming’s castle. They kept the space to avoid causing Killian any more suffering but already Robin could see he was walking stiffly, like a man doing his best to pretend he wasn’t in incredible pain with every step he took. She glanced at Alice but the other girl was walking with her head lowered towards the ground, not focusing on anything else but her own feet.

Good. Robin didn’t want to her to notice and feel any worse than she already did.

“Yeah,” Alice mumbled, leaning against her.

Robin squeezed the arm she had around Alice’s shoulders gently. “It was an accident, Alice. It’s not your fault.”

“I should know better,” Alice hissed, wincing like her own words had struck her.

“Alice…” Robin cut herself off. She wanted to say something to make her feel better about it but what could possibly make any of this better? It was all one great big mess.

Alice shook her head again, looking like she was on the verge of tears. Robin helplessly glanced up at the others, seeing Henry and Killian’s backs as they wandered slightly further ahead of them. Still, it wasn’t enough for Robin’s liking and so she slowed her pace and pulled Alice back with her, forcing her love to drag her feet slightly until there was an even larger gap between them and the men that Robin was satisfied with. And only then did she pull Alice to a complete stop.

With a slight jerk, Alice glanced up at her, meeting her love’s gaze just as Robin reached up and cradled the side of her face, leaning in for a long kiss. She pressed her lips against Alice hard before releasing her face in order to wrap her arms around her torso and pull her into a tight and proper embrace. Alice only resisted for a moment of surprise before she let go of the bad thoughts and wrapped her arms around Robin’s shoulders in turn, opening her mouth and allow Robin sweet entrance. She pressed closely against her love and happily would have lost herself in this moment for the rest of her life if she could.

Ahead of them, Henry happened to pause and glance back. When caught sight of them, he came to a sharp and slightly annoyed stop. “Seriously? We don’t have time for this.” He grumbled, turning around to call after them, only to stop when he felt Killian grab onto his shoulder.

“Come on, mate.” Killian said softly. “Let them have a moment.”

Henry seemed reluctant, but looking in the pained eyes of his friend allowed him to nod his head and turn back around, giving the girls their moment as well as some privacy to go with it.

When they pulled away, Alice felt light headed and almost drunkenly happy. She smiled at Robin and nearly forgot why they were even here in the first place. Then, slowly, the memory of earlier came back and her smiled dimmed, though at least it didn’t vanish. Because it was impossible for it to truly vanish completely while Robin was looking down at her with such a loving gaze.

“Everyone makes mistakes, Alice.” Robin said softly. She paused, wetting her lips nervously before sighing. “I never told you this but… I once tried to join Gothel’s side.”

“Wait, what?” Alice blinked. “When? In Hyperion Heights?”

“No, no, no, way before we even met.” Robin said quickly. “I was a bratty teenager looking for someone to teach me about magic and I ran away from home and met Gothel. She made it seem like she could teach me so when my mum and your dad showed up to bring me back, I turned away from them and stayed with Gothel instead.” She sighed. “It was a big mistake. I nearly died and then nearly got my mum killed because of it, too. I was such an idiot.”

“I didn’t know that…” Alice mumbled, staring at Robin in surprise.

“It’s not something I’m proud of.” Robin snorted. “Like I said, I was an idiot. I nearly got so many people hurt, all because I wasn’t thinking straight.” She reached up, stroking her thumb over Alice’s cheek. “But my point is; people make mistakes. And sometimes those mistakes put people in danger and cause everyone a little pain. But the important thing is that we learn from them, too. For example, I learned not to trust a women who keeps animal skulls decorating her hidden cabin in the woods.” She added lightly.

Alice laughed, stepping forward and hugging Robin closely, tucking her head between her shoulder and chin with a sweet smile of content. “Yeah… Thought that would have been obvious.”

“You’d think!” Robin giggled, wrapping her arms tightly around her and squeezing her close. “But apparently eighteen year old girls from Storybrooke are a lot dumber than you’d realise.” She pulled back to glance at Alice. “Luckily they fall in love with smarter girls who’ll steer them clear of trouble.” Alice looked up with a raised eyebrow and Robin grinned. “Or, you know, drag them head first into it.”

“That’s more like it!” Alice giggled, leaning up and pecking the side of her mouth softly.

“Come on, we’re on a mission.” Robin said. “And after we’ve completed this one, we’ll start the mission to find a cure for you and your father. Together.”

“Thank you,” Alice whispered, kissing her deeply once more before they were forced to turn back to the path. Quickly linking their arms, the girls hurrying ahead to catch up to where Henry and Killian had temporarily disappeared from their sight.

As they caught up with them, they found Henry and Killian had come to a pause among a small space between the trees. “What’s happened?” Robin asked, still standing with a slight gap between them to keep Alice away from her father.

“It’s like we figured. There are guards in front of the entrance.” Henry noted. “No way to get in.”

“So we’ll have to split up,” Robin nodded.

“Where’s the backup you were talking about?” Killian pressed.

“They’re coming,” Alice insisted. “Don’t worry. They’ll be here.”

“They will be, but we don’t have time to wait for them all the same. We should go now.” Robin explained.

“Okay, Alice, you’re with me.” Henry said, reaching a hand to press on her back and gently lead her off to the side, taking the long way towards the back of the castle.

As they walked away, Alice glanced over her shoulder towards where Robin and Killian hovered on the spot behind her, giving the two of them a gentle smile before looking away. She followed Henry quickly into the thickness of the trees, making their way around the back entrance as quickly and quietly as they could manage, not even risking talking to one another as they made their way, for fear that they would be discovered before they could reach their intended destination.

As Alice and Henry jogged lightly off into the trees and out of sight, Killian and Robin turned back to the gap in the bush and peered through towards where the guards were currently crowding outside the entrance just before the main bridge. Killian pulled out his telescope, glancing towards where they were lined up at the ready, one of them sat atop of a horse with his head held high even in the dark armour that covered them almost entirely and made them seem more like shadow demons than actual human beings. They all probably thought they were the heroes in this situation, but then villains always did.

With a sigh, Killian lowered the telescope, fighting the aching pain that was throbbing through his chest. Alice and Henry had already gone off on their own, and yet it still felt like she was too close. The pain had been a gradual thing, growing worse over the years every time they encountered one another. At first he had been able to be near Alice so long as he wasn’t touched by her but now, even a distance away, he could feel the effects of the curse bruising him from the inside out.

“Look I’m pretty good with a bow, but that’s a lot of bad guys.” Robin noted, looking nervously towards the amount of men between them and their rescue attempt.

“We just have to create a diversion.” Killian breathed, even talking was becoming a struggle now. “So the others can sneak Henry in to rescue Regina… Uh!” He groaned, turning away as the pain became too much for him.

Robin turned with him, watching the older man rest an arm against the tree behind them for support. “It’s getting worse isn’t it…?” She asked nervously.

“Aye,” Killian agreed, turning to lean his back against the tree. “I survived this long but… Now my end is close at hand.” He looked up at Robin’s worried face and saw the kind compassion in her soft green eyes and in that moment he understood now more than ever, why his daughter loved her so. And he was relieved to know that after he was gone, Alice would not be alone. “Take care of Alice.” He said quietly.

“Of course, I will.” Robin said instantly, then took a deep breath. “Look there’s something I wanted to ask you.” She paused, glancing over her shoulder where she knew the guards and her aunt were waiting for them. “I’m just not sure right now’s the right time.” She said, nervously turning back to face him.

“This might be your only time.” Killian groaned.

Well he had a point there.

“Can I…” Taking a breath and giving him a strained smile, Robin forced the words out before she could let her nerves get the best of her and change her mind. “Have your blessing, to marry Alice.”

There was a pause that felt like it lasted an age longer than it really did. Killian stared at her with a slight frown on his face that made Robin second guess what she had assumed would have been a sure fire yes to her question. Killian always seemed to have liked her, after all, but maybe he still thought she wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Alice was special. Robin whole heartedly agreed that she deserved the very best in the world, but maybe Killian didn’t think Robin was the best…

However, before Robin’s mind could get too ahead of her, Killian’s face broke into a wide smile and he gave a light laugh. “Of course! Of course you have my blessing.” He said, pushing away from the tree and moving to pull her into his arms.

Relief and happiness swam through Robin all at once and for a moment she clung to him tightly, just as much for Alice as for herself. And in that moment, she knew this couldn’t be the end for him. Because Killian was right in his belief that Alice deserved the very best in the world, and that included all the time with her father that she had already missed out on thanks to Gothel and her stupid curse.

So when they pulled away, Robin found she had gained a newfound courage from the hug. Even as Killian’s face continued to pale and sweat from the effort of just standing there, Robin was determined to get him through this.

“And here’s the thing. You’re wrong. Your ending isn’t at hand. I don’t care what we’re up against. You are walking Alice down that aisle.” Robin said firmly, reaching back for an arrow and loading her bow with strong determination. She paused, waiting for his reaction.

Killian chuckled. “Aye. I wouldn’t dare argue with my future daughter in law.”

Robin smiled at him, watching as he fought through the remaining pain and managed to stumble out into the opening, even as Robin ducked further along the side, still hiding in amongst the trees. She dropped down out of view while Killian stood in the middle of the path and waited for the guards to notice him. It certainly didn’t take them very long. Then, with a loud cry that was more to encourage his limbs to move than anything else, he stared forward, lifting the sword into the air and charging towards them.

As the guards immediately copied the charge and started towards him, Robin began setting off arrows from her hiding place, one after another, catching many of them while they were distracted with Killian. She took down the horse and his rider first before turning on the others, getting them in their backs and along their lower legs. However, a great number still reached Killian and Robin dashed out from her hiding place as soon as they were all safely away from the bridge.

“Hey!” She called.

At least half of the remaining guards paused and looked back at her, shocked to see the lone girl standing among their fallen friends. While they were distracted, Killian lashed out at those closest to him and Robin continued her own assault from afar. The guards stumbled for a moment as they struggled to get back to their senses and quickly mentally debated over which person they should attack before finally separating into two much smaller groups and dividing themselves, moving towards the enemy closest to them.

Just then, a second pair of guards appeared from the forest opposite the road from where Killian and Robin had come from. They came rushing forward and cut down two of the men that were about to catch Killian off guard in a matter of seconds.

“What took you?” Robin called as the other guards once again stalled in their surprise.

“We had to pick up some armour along the way,” Came the reply from the first guard. The voice was familiar but only distantly so and Killian shot Robin a confused look but there was no time to explain. She could fill him in when they had beaten these guys back and safely had Regina returned to them.

“Henry’s gone ahead inside. Hurry! He may need help. We can handle these guys.” Robin said, turning to one of the remaining men and firing an arrow into his knee.

With that, the two new guards nodded at her before they turned and dashed back passed Robin and towards the castle, knocking down anyone stupid enough to get in their way as they did. When they swung passed Robin’s side, she fired at those who tried to follow and Killian closed in on them behind. Finally the last few seemed to sense this wasn’t going to end well for them and turned tail to run, making their way around Killian in a desperate break for an escape. Little did they know that Jacinda and Zelena were waiting for them on the other side of the hill.

O*U*A*T

Meanwhile, as all this played out, Alice and Henry hurried towards the back entrance that Zelena and the others had told them about. There wasn’t time to ask how they knew about it but Henry trusted them and so rushed along regardless of the uncertainty.

“Alice, wait here.” Henry said as the short door came into sight.

“But-” Alice began.

“I need you to stand watch!” Henry called even as he hurried inside without pause. It was only a half lie. Someone should make sure no one else was coming but there shouldn’t be any need while Robin and Killian kept them distracted. More than anything Henry just wanted to keep Alice away from the danger that was no doubt waiting inside the dark tunnels of the castle dungeons.

And anyway. It was his mother who needed rescuing. It only seemed fit that he should be the one to save her.

So while Alice lingered in the entrance, glancing around nervously and listening to the cries and shouts from both her father and her love, Henry hurried deeper into the underground caves. He stumbled blindly for only a short time before he found himself following the lights hanging from the walls, rushing down the uneven ground until he finally tripped along a dead end where one of the man cells were located. As he rushed forward, he caught sight of a pair of iron keys hanging off the wall before he saw his mother, sitting curled up on the floor of her cell.

“Henry!” Regina gasped as she caught sight of him, scrambling to her feet as far as the chains around her wrist would allow her to go.

Henry closed the distance between them, grabbing the bars and temporarily looking down at her with unsurpressed joy. Thank god she was safe.

“I got this,” He grinned, turning back to the keys he had passed.

He had just managed to grab onto them when a sword appeared by the side of his face, pointed to the back of his hand threateningly. Two guards had somehow gotten in without his knowing and snuck up on them. Now they were there, he was kicking himself for not noticing them sooner, silently wondering how they had gotten in. He hoped they had come in through the castle and not the secret entrance where Alice was supposed to be standing guard. He sent a silent prayer that she was okay as he slowly released the keys and pulled his hand away…

Regina’s chains rattled as she fought against them, feeling more useless now than ever before, just as Henry spun around sharply. He knocked the guards arm down and let the sword fall away from him before reaching up and punching him through an opening in his helmet. While the first guard fell away and Regina continued to struggle against her chains, Henry turned quickly to deal with the second. He dodged a blow for his head and made for one of his own, only for the guard to grab onto him and spin him around sharply, pushing him backwards at the same time. Henry lost his footing and fell against the bars of his mother’s cage, helpless as the second guards returned with his sword once more, this time pulling it back and aiming for his head while he was pinned.

“NO!” Regina cried.

However, just before he could attack, something struck the guard from behind. His body jolted for a moment before it dropped to the floor and they looked over him to find two more guards had joined the fight. There was a short second of confusion among them as the first guard released his hold on Henry and turned to face them just as one ran straight for him. Only he was too slow and the new guard closed the distance between them, swinging his own sword in hand. It was almost too easy for the new arrival to use the handle of his weapon to crack against the others helmet, knocking him unconscious with a single blow and letting him drop down to the ground at their feet along with his friend.

“Who are you…?” Henry asked, feeling breathless and confused as the new guards came to a stop in front of him. This hadn’t been part of the plan, had it?

Suddenly the two guards pulled off their helmets and Henry almost laughed in relief at the sight of the familiar faces hiding underneath.

“Your grandparents,” Snow confirmed needlessly.

“We heard you needed some help.” David noted, grinning at Henry and Regina. “Sorry we took so long,” He quickly passed Henry the keys to Regina’s cell. “Snow and I had a mission of our own to deal with first. We were hoping to stop Rumplestiltskin here and now but he escaped before we could reach him, so we came here to help you instead.”

“Hey, you’re here now. That’s all that matters.” Henry beamed, unlocking Regina’s cell and then the chains on her wrists. “You okay?” He asked her.

“I’m fine. Just so relieved you’re okay.” Regina beamed up at him, her eyes misting.

As they turned back to the others, Henry saw Snow was close to tears of her own. “Hey, grandma, you alright?”

“Yes. It’s just…” She laughed. “You’re so grown up!”

With a soft smile, Henry moved forward and hugged her. “It’s certainly been a while…” He agreed quietly.

“Come on,” Regina said, patting Henry and Snow’s backs. “We can continue this reunion somewhere less depressing.”

To Be Continued...

I added that scene between Robin and Alice partly because there wasn't enough of them in the finale, partly because I wanted to address Alice's guilt over her mistake and partly because I wanted to bring up a moment where Robin confesses she almost sided with Gothel. In other words, I wanted to kill three birds with one stone!

And then, again, added some minor bits here and there, including explaining why Snow and David weren't with them originally, and having a bit of a proper reunion between them and the future version of their grandson!

#once upon a time #OUAT Fanfiction #OUAT 7x22 Rewrite

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natteryaktoad · 2 years

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Mann/Griffin, Day 80, Part 7

“Hi Scarlett - I just came to drop off an engagment present that didn’t arrive in time for the party last night,” Cara said, handing over the package.

“Thanks - you didn’t need to,” Scarlett said. “Your dad and I both know you’re struggling with finances right now.”

“We wanted to,” Cara insisted. “Is Dad around?”

“No, he’s at work,” Scarlett replied. “Are you happy if I save it to open with him later?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Cara said.

“Hey... can I talk to you?” Scarlett asked tentatively. Really, she thought, this conversation should come from someone who was closer to Cara, but then again her experience perhaps made her the only person who knew this conversation needed to happen.

“Sure,” Cara said, and they sat down on the couch.

“I just wanted to check you’re okay - after yesterday,” Scarlett began, wondering if Cara would take the hint. Cara, however, looked confused as she replied,

“I’m fine... Scarlett, I’m cool with you and Dad getting married.”

“I’m glad,” Scarlett said. “But... I wasn’t talking about that - I was talking about Robbie. The way he speaks to you... criticizing, belittling you, putting you down, talking for you-”

“It’s fine,” Cara said defensively.

“Has your dad - or any of my kids - ever told you about my ex-husband?” Scarlett asked.

“Trip said he’s in jail,” Cara said.

Scarlett nodded. “He got a whole life order for some criminal stuff - he inherited a criminal empire from his father. He was adopted as a baby and raised in isolation. His mum died when he was six and his dad stopped him going to school from the age of eleven. He was controlling, and didn’t like me or the kids having people over. He didn’t like me having a phone or spending time with my family. Birthday parties were a regular battle. When I tried to negotiate with him, the guilt-tripping would start - it wasn’t his fault he was uncomfortable around people, I didn’t care about him because I always arranged things which distressed him, why couldn’t I put him first for once... I should have left him long before I did. In the end, the final straw came when he wanted to him my children and when I stood in the way he hit me. Even then I didn’t leave straight away - Trip hustled the twins out of here that night but I didn’t leave until the next morning. I just... I see some of Aden’s behaviour traits in Robbie and... I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Cara said, and already Scarlett could tell this wasn’t going down well. Cara was defensive, just as Scarlett herself had been so many times when her dad or sister tried to make her see the truth about Aden.

Scarlett figured honesty was the best policy. “I told everyone that,” she confessed. “I sat it enough times I even started to believe it myself. Maybe we just caught Robbie on a bad day yesterday, but you deserve to be treated with respect, Cara.”

“It’s just... Robbie has a hard time around families after what happened with his family,” Cara explained.

Scarlett knew the barest outline of what had happened with the Tricous, but nevertheless recognised the excuse which had been behind most of Aden’s behaviour. “He’s allowed to struggle, but that doesn’t mean you have to be his verbal punching bag... Has he ever hurt you physically?”

Cara shook her head violently. “No, never... Only...” she trailed off.

“Only...?” Scarlett prompted.

“A couple of weeks ago, we had a row about Laycian’s birthday party,” Cara began tentatively. “You know Laycian - one of Robbie’s little brothers.”

Scarlett nodded. “My Aunt Wendy’s married to his great-uncle.”

“Robbie said he didn’t want to go, and I was trying to convince him... it got a bit heated, and he yelled at me to shut up, and there was a fleeting moment where I thought he was going ot hit me. Which is stupid - of course he wasn’t.”

“Does Robbie know you felt like this?” Scarlett queried.

“Yeah - and he was mortified. He said he loves me and of course he’d never hit me.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” Scarlett told her. “Aden didn’t hit me because he’d stopped loving me; he hit me because he loved me so much he couldn’t bear the thought of losing me and he felt he needed to control me to ensure he didn’t lose me. But it wasn’t a healthy kind of love. In the end, I left him because - even with his earnest promises that it would never happen again - I couldn’t spend the rest of my life walking on eggshells wondering if this day might be the day he snapped again. You deserve to be safe and feel safe, Cara. You deserve to be loved and feel loved. It’s not your job to rescue Robbie or to fix him. I made that mistake for far too long with Aden. If Aden had been willing to get help, perhaps we could have stayed together, but he was just in denial.”

“I ought to go...” Cara said, getting up.

“Alright,” Scarlett nodded, recognising she couldn’t force Cara to listen, but hoping she’d planted a seed. “Just know I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“Thanks, Scarlett,” Cara nodded.

#Widespot #Day 80 #Scarlett Mann #Osprey Griffin #Lira Griffin #Pete Mann #Violet Mann

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yazziyoudaydreamer · 6 years

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Chapter 1 of Setting a Hurricane of feelings Ablaze

Here is the first chapter of my Harry Potter My Hero Academia story! Completely set in the My Hero Academia world.

You can find this story on facebook, fanfiction, and on Archive of our own.

Summery

Sirius couldn't have picked a worse time to screw up a spell! Deciding to try a faded out ritual on the fire place wasn't one of his brighter ideas because when Harry steps through the floo to go and stay at his Aunty Bella's place he doesn't ever come back. Stuck in a place where Heroes and Villains exist with powers straight out of a comic book, Harry must learn to cope and thrive in this technology driven world. It isn't easy when his magic changes to form a powerful destructive quirk and his adoptive dad wants him to become a hero. That and the fact that he becomes ridiculously protective when he's around male friends for some reason.

Warnings, eventual Yaoi, MPreg

I don’t own My hero academia or Harry potter.

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Pounding pounding pounding. His whole body felt like it was being torn apart and smashed back together again. Ugh his head, even in the welcoming embrace of the darkness of unconsciousness where he should have been completely unaware of pain it tore at him, stabbing him as his magic violently disagreed with something.

Ringing ringing ringing. His dark place refused to quiet. A piercing terrible noise. After what seemed like a eternity the pain eased a strange obnoxious beeping continued to torment him. Refusing to quiet. A rhythmic sound. Beep be-beep beep unending.

A rolling nausea rippled through Harry, his eyes darted open and he groaned as his body seemed to protest at his eyes even moving. "Sick." Was all he was able to managed out before he began heaving. His body almost seeming to protest his very survival.

"Shit! Here-here you're gonna choke to death!" a masculine voice said frantically, forcibly turning Harry's head and holding some sort of tub under his chin. Ugh he felt like he was going to heave up his guts! When was the last time he ate? It was like all he had was a stomach full of acid... But he had literally just ate before leaving home? It didn't make any sense! Though the pain didn't either...

Slowly the man pulled the puke tub from Harry's face, wiping at his mouth with a wet wipe. "You alright now kid? I mean not to sound like an ass or anything but you look like crap... Nearly died so I guess that's probably the reason... but... uh. Yeah. Anyway. How are you feeling?" The man asked. Harry's vison refused to stop blurring exhaustion was almost all consuming and all he felt like doing was sleeping, not talking. He forced himself to sit up though, stiffening when the man's words finally sunk in. Wait he had nearly died? What?! His vision seemed to almost snap into place after that. The strange man that had helped him becoming crystal clear.

Tall, he was very tall but ghastly thin and gaunt. Thick brows with strange sunken eyes. His hair was spiky and blond with two strange long strands in the front. Even looking deathly sick and frail Harry could feel power a kind of power that filled the air and took over an entire space, cloy and potent and consuming. It was a power that choke the breath out of all but the most powerful of beings by just being in the same area with it. Harry was thankful he was a very powerful wizard or he would be having some trouble as sensitive as he was to other's magical strength. He shuddered lightly as the taste of bile made the nausea roll through him again. He was hardly able to keep it in check.

"Kid?" The man pressed. Looking nervous, leaning forward in his set like he was expecting Harry to get sick again.

"I-I where am I?" Harry finally managed to get out. His brain still jumbled and confused. The annoying beeping was even louder when awake he thought distantly.

"Huh... Yeah... Well you're at the hospital, I mean pretty obvious right? Anyway, uh... So do you remember anything?" The man asked Harry, absently he sat the tub of throw up on a little side table next to the bed.

"Rem-ber anything? I-I left home... I was going to go to my Auntie Bella and Uncle Rabastan's home... Mum and Dad... they.. Were going to leave to go on a trip with friends for a few days. I-" Harry furrowed his brows trying to remember what happened next. "I had just finished lunch and used-used the floo to head over but it's been acting up because mum used some manky old spell he found and though would summon something I guess... and we hadn't gotten anyone out to fix it yet... It was taking us to random places but... I-I thought it would be fine. That-that since it was taking me to different floos I could-could just use the one I got spat out of to get me to my Aunt's. I stepped through then-then," Harry paled and his eyes widened becoming distant, nearly blank looking, "I saw a strange purple glow and felt a pull. Like I was... b-being being torn apart and put back together over and over again... It hurt so much!" He whispered shuddering. The memory making him nearly heave. Suddenly the feeling of cotton mouth hit him, making him go into a fit of coughs.

The man immediately snatched up a cup of water and carefully put to Harry's dry lips. Forcing him to take little sips so he wouldn't throw up again. After a few minutes of silence the man began to speak.

"No idea what the hell you are talking about... spells and such... but I'm assuming you're talking about a quirk or something. But it sounds... like the guy that you got spat out of's quirk must have somehow crossed with your mother's and grabbed onto you... in the middle of the battle he was... in with the heros." The man said, grimacing and itched at his cheek.

"H-heros? What are you talking about? What's a quirk?" Harry asked trying to straighten himself up more.

"What? You-uh a quirk? They didn't say you hit your head!" The man said, looking at Harry with pure worried disbelief.

"I'm a wizard! Wait, where is my wand?" Harry asked, panic filling him. He desperatly tried to force himself upright.

"Wait wait wait, wand, like from movies? You must have hit your head way harder than I thought! I saw a white stick literally burst into flames on it's own like some fantasy movie or something when you hit the ground but I mean it was a stick. It didn't look anything like like merlin's staff or anything!" The man insisted, looking like he was trying to force back laughter.

"I'm not joking! I'm a wizard, Harry Lupin-Black, heiress of both lines! My family must be worried sick! Auntie Bellatrix will be on a rampage by now, likely cursing anyone she comes across and my Uncles won't be far behind! All of this and I don't even have my wand so I can at least try and figure out a way to get home or protect myself!" Harry insisted, tears filling his eyes. What was he supposed to do now?

"What? Cursing what the hell does that mean? Wizards, kid you aren't making any sense!" The man said, looking at Harry like he thought him crazy, even scooting away slightly.

"My Auntie Bella is vicious she'll try hunting me down! My uncles to but Auntie Bella is um... a little unstable.." Harry vaguely explained.

The man cringed going stiff at what he had been told. Was this the child of a villain? Even so he was unwilling to judge so fast. What was all this magic crap though it sounded almost like this kid was a noble or something. What was up with the heiress bit though? He had thought the kid was a girl at first but this... kid clearly had at least the outside equipment of a boy. Something felt kind of creepy and archaic about this.

"So what you don't have a quirk or something you have magic and wands and crap?" The man asked, trying to get the kid to explain more.

"I don't even know what that-that is! And yes we do! I'm from a magical wizarding community in Britain!" Harry insisted, looking ready to bawl his eyes out.

"Ugh. You know the ability you are born with? 80% of the population has one! The guy that spat you out had a type of warp quirk that made it so he could create portals and spit objects out from other places. He unfortunately died because he ended up imploding after spitting you out. You obviously have one as well, I mean green lightning lashing out at everything... You were nearly dead before anyone could even get anywhere near you." The man explained.

"What? Wait... So most people have these abilities?" Harry Asked in a hesitant tone of voice. Dread slowly filling him, drowning him.

"Yeah of course! Why?" The man asked. "Wait, hey, hey you alright?" He asked jumping to his feet as Harry went a deathly shade of grey and dry heaved, trembling head to foot.

"It-he- the spell mum did must have done this! He- no no no! Magic in my world is only able to be used my a few people! This is bad-bad! I thought it felt different... My-my magic is all twisted. It isn't the same anymore! It isn't just a part of me anymore... it-it is me! There is no separation, not even slightly." Harry babbled hysterically.

"Wait slow down! What the hell are you even talking about?" The man demanded, wide eyed.

"I'm not where I should be! No wonder I was in so much pain... My magic changed somehow. It feels so strange!" Harry said, ignoring his pain. He managed to fully sit up.

"What? You know this sounds crazy right?" The main pointed out, pale.

"It's not like I tried to make this happen! I'm-I'm never going to see my mum and Dad ever again am I? I'm all alone now!" Harry sobbed realization just truly fully hitting him, a desperate fearful sorrow filled his eyes so completely with hopelessness that the man couldn't help but feel sick. That look, the kid had lost everything no one could fake that kind of hopelessness and emotional pain. In that moment he believed him. This kid, Harry or whatever... Oh god. This poor boy! So small and alone. He had to help him, to protect him!

"Hey, hey it's... okay." The man said, placing a hand next to the boy's arm. "I mean it isn't... but I'm not going to leave you all on your own okay? You'll live with me." The blond haired man said compulsively. Moving his flexing hand to place it on the child's head. He still had trouble believing that this kid was a boy. He inhaled, startled by the softness of the kid's silky hair.

He couldn't remember ever seeing a boy so pretty before with his delicate small frame, soft lightly curled nearly shoulder blade length ink black hair, and large soulful strange almost luminescent green eyes. Something in him insisted that he had to protect the kid. He was just so tiny and vulnerable looking, fragile, poor thing! He looked like he could hardly be more than nine or ten, though the blond man knew that was unlikely by what doctors had told him.

The man gave the boy his best smile, his super hero smile. In an attempt to reassure him.

"R-Really? But you don't even know me!" Harry pointed out sniffling.

"Yeah, really you'll stay with me, okay? I mean... It's not the same as having your family but... Well... Anyway, we'll probably have to figure out a back story for you or something... My name is Toshinori Yagi by the way. You can call me Toshinori." The man said, grinning at Harry. What was he even doing? Offering to take some random kid in! Toshinori forced that from his mind, trying to put the kid at ease with a good natured guff.

Toshinori couldn't let that poor boy be all alone in a completely different world than his own... Especially with his odd... Ability to get pregnant the doctors had mentioned and besides that he looked to only 9 or 10 and already everything about him screamed vulnerable cinnamon bun Uke boy! He definitely would protect him who would if not him? Ugh the idea of even leaving the poor kid all alone made Toshinori feel ill. Some creepy would happily take advantage, he was sure!

"Thank you!" Harry exclaimed, lunging forward to try to hug the man, falling into his lap instead as his body seized with pain.

"You-you shouldn't exert yourself like that kid! You literally just-just got out of a 3 day long coma! Besides that you shattered your leg." Toshinori stuttered, uncomfortably patting at Harry's back as he quietly whined and shuddered in pain, his leg absolutely on fire along with the rest of his body.

"Didn't think bout it!" Harry whimpered. Trying to take in a deep breath. His cheeks beat red.

The blond haired man slowly stood up and sat Harry back on the bed, careful not to yank out his IVs and tossed the blankets over him. "I'm going to go see if I can get you another blanket or something, you feel kind of cold. You need to be careful from now on, you don't need another surgery on that leg to... I'll be right back." Toshinori muttered, shuffling from the room.

As much as Harry wanted to protest his body demanded he went to sleep, he felt drained emotionally, physically, and the pain he was in made it even worse. He wished that someone would just hand him a pain potion, an extra strong one would really be appreciated at the moment! Even as stressed and nervous as he felt, sleep almost instantly forced itself on him. Even then Harry could hear the obnoxious beeping in his sleep, like before. It thundered through his troubled dreams beep be-beep beeping all around him.

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Harry had been in the hospital for nearly a month before finally being able to be allowed out... more convinced to be allowed to leave. He didn't heal nearly as fast as most people. His blood results were apparently strange, interesting but also worrying in some ways as he had several different mineral levels that were low. After several tries to up them it became apparent that he had issues things like mineral absorption and heat regulation. They also were worried about the way his body may be reacting to his quirk. Even with everything, Toshinori had thankfully managed to convince the hospital staff to release his new charge. Harry hid his twinges of pain from his changing body and badly broken leg. He wanted to just get out of the place that smelled of death and antiseptic. Toshinori was with him nearly constantly, other than a few hours a day. Teaching him about this 'new world'. The man had actually found the hardest part of everything to be trying to teach Harry about technology and things that Harry had deemed 'Muggle'... what ever the hell that meant...?

"So here's My place! Your room is over here! I tried to go by what you were telling me you like so sorry if it isn't to your liking..." Toshinori said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Feeling more nervous than he had expected.

"No, it's perfect!" Harry insisted. Smiling kindly up at the man. Hearts and stars shining around him. Making Toshinori recoil, looking at him with his face twisted in horror at how utterly adorable and sweet he looked. It wouldn't be long at all before boy's would be trying to take advantage of his ridiculously pretty sweet heart of a charge because there was no way in hell this kid was going to be attracting any girls, at least not straight ones! Why, why did he have to be such a... Uke boy?

Toshinori let out a nervous gush of air, smiling. "Good I wasn't sure." He admitted, 'I've never had to figure out a room for anyone let alone practically a girl before. I'm so glad I hit the nail on the head' He left out. Harry's, or as he had begun to call him, Harrison, because no way was he going to be calling him 'Darling Flower or Darling Harrison' like the kid's weirdo uncle apparently called him, taste seemed to strongly lean towards delicate and ...well girly things. It was like the poor kid was preprogramed into wanting kids and babies which at 13 years old was rather alarming for Toshinori. Especially as the man had already begun to find himself feeling an almost parental attachment to the child. And as his kid, Harrison would not be making him a premature adoptive grandpa or what ever the hell he was now going to be! The idea of it made Toshinori shudder in horror.

Harry gimped across the room on his crutches and sat on his bed flopping back onto it, marveling at how comfortable he could already tell it was. He couldn't ever remember finding a bed even half as comfortable as the ones at the Malfoy estate before. This one had to be just as comfortable and from what he had learned they couldn't cast softening charms in this place. How did they manage to make the mattress feel so nice without one though? Harry laughed rolling about on it, rubbing his head against the mattress, marking it with his scent. He loved it so much! All of it! Toshinori was so good to him! Everything was so pretty!

Harry's bedroom was a dusty purple color consisted of a queen bed with vivid peacock feather print bedding with it's coloration varied from emerald green to a bright purple. It had a large desk, and a plush dark green love seat next to a nearly bare book shelf. Harry squealed when he one of his hands felt something worn and familiar feeling. He immediately snatched it and pulled it to his chest, tears beginning to weld up in his eyes. It-it was, how did he find him? Paddy! "How-how did you find him? I thought he got destroyed or something?" Harry bawled, hugging his childhood stuffed animal close.

Toshinori smiled, sitting down next to Harry and affectionately ran a hand over his hair. "He was in a pocket on the inside of the bit of the clothes you had left... When you told me about him... how much he meant to you I... I went and got him repaired." Toshinori explained, rubbing his neck.

"Thank you so much!" Harry exclaimed, hugging the man, tears still running from his eyes.

Toshinori cringed when he pulled away and saw the bleach spots on Harry's far too large, shirt. They would really need to go clothes shopping as soon as possible Toshinori decided. Harrison couldn't be using the same two pairs of clothes forever and he forgot to get some stuff to wash Harrison's hair! Damn it! He'd have to go out and get some. It wasn't like bar soap or straight shampoo could be used with hair like that. Toshinori sighed, he was already doing a crap job at being a parent.

"Hey... So hows the leg feeling?" Toshinori asked, nibbling his lip. Hoping that he wouldn't need to leave Harry on his own.

"Hmm, it's alright. It doesn't hurt as much today as yesterday or anything." Harry said, sitting up and running a hand through his lose hair, Paddy was still fir.

"Good, want to go out to eat or something? Then we could go get you some stuff after if you're feeling up to it." The man said, giving Harry a nervous smile.

"I'd like that. Um, could we get a decent brush or something to? The hospital comb is practically useless." Harry explained, blushing as he ran a hand through his hair. Giving the man another nervous gentle smile that made him absolutely melt.

"Of course. Anything you need kid!" Toshinori cheerfully agreed, fully meaning it. He hadn't known him long but Toshinori could already feel himself truly caring for the boy.

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It had been a few months and in that time Toshinori had grown to love Harry as if he were his own flesh and blood child. Even with all the awkwardness that came with having a boy raised to be a 'heiress' with an adoration of stuffed animals well and live animals, children and really just cute 'girly' things in general and with the unnerving ability to eventually have.. them... like a girl, some day ugh, Toshinori couldn't stop having nightmares of Harry coming home with a baby and declaring him a grandfather for some reason. Getting use to going shopping for painfully cute clothes and learning how to braid hair wasn't exactly things he was expecting to have to learn either.

The hardest thing to deal with was the random quirk spaz outs though. Having to try to explain away why one of his bathrooms had to be not just repaired but completely rebuilt hadn't been easy especially when he was supposed to be a quirkless man with a strange probably bordering on creepy obsession with All Might. Asking them to have to completely rebuild half of the upstairs 2 weeks later had been awkward... and that was understating it. All over one goddamn spider Harry insisted was the size of a football and had pulled knife on him that he had never even seen. He was pretty convinced the kid was seeing things when he was half asleep in the middle of the night.

Harrison's quirk... was destructive to say the least. Toshinori had learned the does and don'ts around Harrison who was a rather meek and shy especially if he didn't know someone. He was prone to panic attacks and in general didn't do well in situations he wasn't familiar with or that involved being around lots of people... coming up behind him while he was half asleep without making any noise was also a total nono... electric shocks really weren't fun.

Anyways, reacting in fear all the time to things didn't seem to be a good thing when it came to such a quirk which he didn't seem to have much control over at all. His abilities lashed out in situations of stress, much like a small child's would sometimes do. Unlike most children or well people in general Harrison's quirk was dangerously powerful and destructive even without direction... Especially without direction! Lightning and Hurricane force winds... yeah not a good combo for a necrotic person. Mother nature must have either had a cruel sense of humor or was a total idiot.

In Toshinori's opinion Harry really would have been more suited to a quirk like super cleaning or something to do with babysitting things he would enjoy and be ridiculously good at... not something that could destroy a city block if he became too frightened because he had the control of a toddler. That was okay though, because Toshinori was sure that given a little training and encouragement that Harrison could become a great hero! They had a little over a year after all to get him ready and Toshinori was sure that they could. He believed in Harry who was already catching up with school sorts of things incredibly fast. He was extremely intelligent and a very fast learner It shouldn't take much for him to get a hold of at least what ever basics there were to control his quirk once they figured it out. And of course with an amazing quirk like that Harry would surely get into the Hero program at U.A.! Toshinori was sure Harry would be one of the greatest of heros!

Sadly even as amazing as he was, how kind and sweet, Toshinori didn't think that he would be suited to being the next torch bearer of his particular quirk. With his fragile body Harrison could never handle such a quirk. And Toshinori was certain that no matter how much training he were to ever do, it would never be enough. That was why when U.A. got into contact with him, Toshinori accepted their offer. He was going to be a teacher for at least the semester at the world premiere Hero school. He would pass the legacy of his quirk on and would surely be able to find the perfect person for it in a school for heros, the premiere school for heros to boot!

Agreeing to be a professor at U.A. meant that they would have to move. Something that Toshinori felt extremely stressed out about, not for him, but for his sweet nerotic Harrison. Being forced into a place packed with people all the time. Being forcing Harry into a school with other kids. Nearly sent the man over the edge with worry. Kids could be so mean after all and what if Harry got scared or needed him? He was such a sweet sensitive child after all! They hadn't been separated more than a few hours at a time since Toshinori had saved and took him in.

Toshinori had been homeschooling him in an attempt to catch him up to more normal things as the kid seemed to be able to brew up a mean headache reliever quite literally brew one which was freaky and ridiculous that wizards and witches apparently literally taught their kids to make potions with cauldrons, but knew nothing about science or conventional math. Toshinori still had trouble wrapping his head around it.

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"It says here that you have to connect the red cord to the third bracket down." Harry said, sitting cross legged on an air mattress, hair dripping wet.

"Okay got it." Toshinori said, giving a thumbs up. "What's next?"

"Uh, give me a second." Harry said, flipping through a booklet. "Okay now all you have to do is connect the input.. Jacks into the matching colors." Harry said, squinting at the ridiculously small print.

"Yes done! Now what movie do you want to watch? I've got that new one, Vindicator- civil war or Dr. Odd." Toshinori said, holding up two movie cases.

"Dr. Odd, he's supposed to discover magic right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, it's got really good reviews." Toshinori nodded.

"That one then!" Harry insisted, eyes lighting up with excitment.

Toshinori removed the DVD from it's case and crawled over to the flat screen sitting on the floor and pushed the open button on the player sitting next to it, putting the disk inside of it before closing it. Before sitting down he rolled up the inflatable mattress that refused to work and stuffed it back in it's box, he would return it in the morning he decided, the sooner the better after all. Toshinori snatched the remote and shuffled on his knees back. Sitting next to Harry on the huge inflated mattress. "Wait, you should probably brush your hair out before it dries too much." The man pointed out, his little over a year worth of strong parental instincts telling him Harry would regret it if he did it in the morning.

"I don't know where my brush is yet. I think I accidently put it in a box with my bedding stuff." Harry explained, smiling sheepishly.

"Well, sit in front of me then." Toshinori ordered. Clicking play on the DVD remote. He began carefully running fingers through black hair, absently easing through knots and tangles. After doing that, the gaunt man pulled a dark green scrunchy from his wrist, without even glancing from the screen he began braiding silky locks effortlessly. Twisting the hair tie around it's end, not having to look at what he was doing even once he was so practiced.

He and Harry continued to sit there like that for the remainder of the movie, making commentary, only pausing it a once when they forgot to grab some snacks. Harry fell asleep leaning against Toshinori Going completely limp, snuggled up against him making the man almost want to coo at his cuteness. Toshinori yawned, clicking off the TV. Glancing at the mess he grimaced, pushing the bowls away with his sock clad foot. "I'll deal with that tomorrow." He mumbled to himself.

He picked Harry up and laid him down on the inflatable 'super tough All Might' air mattress sitting among a couple dozen unpacked boxes in the living room. He tucked Harry in nice and tight, parental adoration bubbling up in his chest as Harry nuzzled his pillow and curled up in a tight ball. The blond haired man crawling in on the other side of the mattress with his own blanket and sprawled out, thoughts of everything they had to get done whirling in his head before he finally fell asleep, feeling hopeful and content as his pride and joy, his 'baby' slept soundly next to him.

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Toshinori flailed around in panic, Harry would be meeting his protegee today in the entrance exam for U.A.! He hoped he liked him. Toshinori didn't know what he would do if he didn't! Harrison's opinion was more important than anyone's to him, they just had to get along! He was glad that Harry at least wouldn't have to worry about the hero program portion of the exams. Being the world's greatest super hero definitely had it's perks in everyone listened to him when he said something.

Toshinori was still worried though. Harrison hadn't been in school the entire time he had him. It was for both his and other's safety, Harrison's control hadn't really improved much other than being able to cause things to sort of happen with it at will. It wasn't that Harry didn't try to learn control it but his ability was too wild and powerful and was out of control in such a way that Toshinori really didn't know how to help deal with it. How did you gain control of something as wild and unpredictable as a true natural disaster? He sure as hell didn't know that was for sure! Dealing with it was nothing like dealing with his own quirk. Harrison's was like trying to treat a rattlesnake like a dog. Not exactly easy when all it wanted to do was kill you! Toshinori was convinced that half of the problem was Harry's lack of confidence and naturally nervous demeanor. But he was sure his sweet boy would still be an amazing hero once he learned the trick to controlling his quirk.

"Are you sure you're ready to go tomorrow, I wouldn't care if you wanted to you know... stay home if you wanted." Toshinori wheedled wringing his hands together. Sweet literally poured from the man.

"Nah, I-I think I'll be okay!... I need to get into a-a good school so I can get a good job when I'm older." Harry insisted, scuffing at the floor with his toes.

Toshinori practically deflated at Harry's words. He really much rather have Harry never leave, then he at least would know that he was okay and no one was taking advantage of him or being mean to him. Harry smiled up at him in that sweet adoring reassuring way that just melted Toshinori. No he needed to support Harrison! Not make him feel like he was doing something bad! Harry already had enough confidence issues without him making them any worse with his hovering. Toshinori instantly forced himself to straighten up and laughed enthusiastically, his super hero laugh on full display as he grinned, "Of course if that's what you feel comfortable doing I'm behind you 100%!"He insisted, giving Harry a thumbs up. "Now go on! Go take a bath so you won't have to be in a hurry tomorrow, alright? Then straight to bed." Toshinori insisted, affectionately running a massive hand through Harry's near mid-back length hair.

"Okay! I promise." Harry agreed.

" No staying up until 3 again reading, got it? I don't want too you tired for tomorrow." Toshinori warned, suddenly looking far more serious.

Harry squeaked in embarrassment. "That was one time!" He eeped covering his cheeks when he felt them heat up.

"Uhuh." The blond haired man snorted. Practically shrouded in a cloud of scepticism.

"I'm-I'm taking my shower now." Harry muttered looking very much like a scolded pouting puppy.

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"You remembered your lunch right?" Toshinori asked, looking half ready to panic on Harry's behalf, frantically darting around trying to find everything.

"Yeah, right here." Harry said, holding up a zip up lunch cooling bag.

"And your bag right?" Toshinori exclaimed, eyes frantically darting around his whole body jittering as he wrung his hands together.

"Um, yeah. It's on my back..." Harry said pointing over his shoulder to his bag with cute little green puppy paw prints on it. "Have everything I need." Harry assured the man.

"Your phone?" The gaunt man pressed, blatantly ignoring Harry.

"In that Faraday cage thing you got me." Harry sighed, jingling the rubber and metal contraption at his side.

"Oh, you forgot a hair tie." Toshinori called out in triumph, ready to drag his charge back home that very moment.

"Oh I did didn't I? It's fine it looks nice this way anyway, doesn't it?" Harry said, tossing his hair out of his eyes. Not realizing what he had done had looked horrifically seductive.

Toshinori twitched, "Yeah, you're putting your hair up." He insisted hissing slightly at how ridiculously attractive his Harrison was.

"Oh... Okay?" Harry mumbled, completely baffled looking.

Toshinori pulled a scrunchy out of his pocket with a grimace. Quickly putting Harrison's hair up with a triumphant noise. He completely recoiled in horror and began making choking noises and almost looking like he was seizing when Harry turned to him as the bell rang, tilting his head and running a hand over the top of it. Practically sparkling and shining. Oh god what had he done?! Showing off his full face was way way worse! He was almost sickeningly adorable with his hair that way! Oh god he didn't want to be a grandfather yet! No!

"I guess I have to go in now. See you later um... D-dad!" Harry said nervously smiling at the man before heading towards the building. Looking back at the man looking slightly concerned as he continued to just stand there, clawing at the air and gasping. Delusions of Harry showing up with a baby running as clear as one of his beloved flat screen movies through the man's mind.

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"First day of school. Room A 1. General education." Harry muttered to himself. Harry had been worried during the exams that Toshi had signed him up for the hero courses, being All Might, but he didn't have to do more than the basic exams. The only thing that he had to really worry about the whole time is if he had answered a few essay questions satisfactory. No terrifying robots, no chance of severe injuries. It was a major relief! He didn't want anything to do with that lifestyle at all. No matter how much he loved his adoptive father he didn't want to be in constant danger. What Harry did want was a calm fulfilling job and to find someone to fall in love with then have a big family.

Harry tried to not be very noticeable when he entered the room. Thankfully it didn't have too many people in it yet so that wasn't too hard. He sat down, trying to be as discreet as possible he stayed quiet, too nervous to try and introduce himself. For some reason he always seemed to garnish a ridiculous amount of attention when he entered a room. Harry really wasn't a fan and was baffled why.

"Are you listening to me! Get your feet off of that desk! Be respectful of this institution and the students before us!" A very serious looking black haired student with a pressed uniform and glasses insisted. "Um... are-are you alright?" The teenager asked the boy he was lecturing after seeing the look on his face. The ash blond haired red eyed, sharp toothed boy's face was turning a worrying shade of red, eyes wide and vacantly staring. The boy backed away as the air around the blond began to heat up.

The tall serious looking student nervously followed the other boy's eyes confused by the display of anger towards a petite rather beautiful student, siting quietly, nervously arranging writing utensils. What a ridiculous response to someone sitting respectfully waiting to be educated! Something was obviously wrong with this barbaric boy! He would just have to make sure that the hooligan left her alone.

"Hi their cutie! My names Denki Kaminari! What's your quirk? Mines Electrification. I bet a pretty person like you has a really pretty name!" A electric blond haired boy said winking and flexing his arms flirtatiously, accidently knocking everything on the desk to the ground. The boy jerked away fearfully when he heard an enraged almost feral sounding growl.

"What the hell do you think you are doing extra? She obviously doesn't like you shit head! Look what you've done, knocking shit all over the floor what an asshole!" The ash blond teen suddenly yelled, his whole body smoking. He immediately stomped over making the other boy flee out of intimidation and began to help collect Harry's things. "He. He didn't do anything else.. Right?" The boy asked, face still a worrying shade of red now almost purple as he fidgeted with his sleeve involuntarily.

Harry shook his head, still completely confused by the boy's odd behavior and more than a little concerned about the smoke emitting from the boy's skin. The heat felt nice though. He was always pretty cold so being next to a practical heater didn't feel too bad.

"Good or I would have had to beat the shit out of that pervert!" The boy snarled, sparks rolling over his palms, his eyes almost crazed looking.

"Okay?... Um anyway I guess it's nice to meet you-...?" Harry said, trying to remember what the boy's name had been... he swore he saw him up on the screen when the students wanting to enter into the Hero program had been assigned to different practice city simulation grounds or what ever they were. That meant... aww! He didn't make it into the hero class, it wasn't what he would want to do but like many attending the exams it was likely his dream. Poor guy! Being in his class that meant he must not have passed!

"Katsuki Bakugou. Losers are only allowed to call me Bakugou, my last name, but I want you to call me by my given name Katsuki!" Bakugou said in a bragging tone of voice. The tone he used while telling Harry he wanted him to call him by his first name sounding much like he was bestowing upon him the greatest of honors.

Harry gave the boy a kind smile. "Oh-okay if that's what you want..."

Bakugou's eyes widened, feeling his mouth go dry. What was this weird feeling, like his heart was going to explode? She was so-so... pretty.. No more than that bigger calling her pretty would be like saying his quirk was just 'okay or average' no he was fantastic practically a god! Saying such a thing would be near blasphemy. No maybe beautiful, gorgeous? There weren't words to describe this person. That smile though. It made him want to hide this person away from the world and keep 'her' all to himself. Something was so unbelievably genuinely sweet and innocently almost fragile about them. Like a sunny day almost, the feeling reminded him of the day his quirk appeared. He wanted to protect this person. Wanted them to be his.

Bakugou nearly choked as realization hit him. Did he really just develop a crush on someone he had only just meet? Did he really have an actual crush, is that what this was his first one? No it was something else, stronger. Yes, he wanted this person to become his girlfriend... m-maybe possibly more! "Of course that's what I want! I wouldn't have said I wanted you to call me that unless I wanted you to!" Bakugou grumbled, looking away and rubbing at his neck feeling nervous and pathetic like-like that loser, Deku. NO! Nothing he did could be anything like that quirkless lesser! What else did he say though? Wait, what was her name? Yeah that's what he was supposed to ask right?

"So uh, what's your name anyway?" Bakugou asked, leaning against the desk behind him.

Harry shyly twirled a finger through a lose curl. "Harrison... I'm not sure if it's Yagi or still Lupin-Black... since my adoptive... Dad... and I decided that I would probably have less mix ups with paperwork and such... And well then-then I... wouldn't stick out so much if I had the same last name..." Harry explained, an uncomfortable look on his face.

Bakugou nearly cringed at the shitty name his crush had. Who in the hell named their kid, let alone daughter something as awful as that? A thoughtful look inched itself across his face as he forced his way past the name and focused on the other information revealed to him. Harrison... Yeah he would need to come up with a good nickname or something... was adopted. Where her parent's dead? Was she abused and taken away? Was it neglect? Ran through his head at rapid pace. He could already tell that she seemed to be a bit of a nervous person though he wasn't sure if it was because he was talking to her or if she was just shy.

"You can call me Harry if you want though, that's what everyone use to call me." Harry said.

Bakugou went stiff and growled, forcing himself not to blow up anything. NO way in HELL would he be calling 'her' that! It absolutely infuriated him that anyone had ever even called Harrison that! How could she let people demean her like that? The future girlfriend of Katsuki Bakugou would not be allowed to be made fun of that way! Katsuki would just have to make sure of it! "Come on, you can sit by me..." The aggressive boy growled, snatching everything up that was left on Harry's desk. A vein throbbing at his forehead at the thought of someone calling his, well soon to be his girl, that! feeling furious didn't even start to describe how angry he was. He stormed over to a desk and sat everything he had grabbed from Harry's desk down on the one next to the desk he chose for himself. It was in the front row at the very corner of the room. Being there would make it easier to keep track of Harrison and keep others away.

"W-wait... so um does this mean we are... are friends?" Harry stuttered, half curling in on himself as he stumbled after the other boy.

"Why else would I be letting you sit next to me? Of course." Bakugou said, feeling nearly giddy at the idea of the other wanting to be around him even though 'she' didn't seem to even know him past what he had just told her. Though it did hurt his pride a little to. That was okay though, forgivable, because it sounded like she wasn't from the area. Her ignorance of his magnificence could be forgiven. He already had a feeling that there was probably not much that he would think unforgivable from the other though.

Bakugou froze as Harry suddenly lunged forward and hugged him.

"I'm so happy! I hope we come to be good friends! I haven't had a friend in forever..." Harry nearly cheered, his chest swelling with happiness grinning. He was so lonely. He had Toshinori and loved him very much but the companionship of a parent and a friend were two very different things. He was so glad he had found a friend even if he seemed a little odd acting and a bit rough. It sort of just reminded him of his old friend, Cerburus... though with a mix of Dionysius added in...

That smile completely melted Bakugou, making him feel strange and oddly content the anger he normally felt seemed to simply fade away like it hadn't even been there. He couldn't help but smile back, all sharp teeth. Running a hand through his hair. His smile twisted into an enraged sneer when he heard the extra pestering him introduce himself excitedly to someone stuttering in a sickeningly familiar way. He turned to look on reflex. What, why the hell was that little shit here? Deku! He would pound that no body into the pavement! He would crush him to bone dust! He would kill hi-

A man's voice began to grumble in the hallway making everyone quite down in curiosity.

"It took you 8 seconds to quite down." a strange unkempt looking man grumbled, surveying the students. "Time is a precious resource. You aren't a very... rational lot, are you?..." The tired looking man voiced, sighing. He rolled his blood shot eyes then unzipped himself from a sleeping bag and walked over to a podium in the front of the room, dragging the bright yellow cocoon like bag behind him. "I'm your home room teacher, Shota Aizawa... Pleased to meet you." The homeless looking man said, grabbing his sleeping bag and holding it out to the meek seeming green haired boy that Bakugou had been half ready to kill earlier. "Quickly, hand these out... All of you, change into your GYM uniforms and head out to the grounds. I'm going to be testing your quirks."

"Wait! But what about the entrance ceremony?! Or our guidance sessions?" A girl with brown hair whined, looking half devastated along with most of the other students.

"There's no time to waste on that stuff if you want to become real heros. Shows like that are useless in the real world." Aizawa muttered, pulling out a juice pouch and began sucking on it.

Harry went green at what the man had just said.. Feeling vertigo. He instantly held his hand up, arm shaking.

"Yeah? What is it?" The man half groaned.

"Um, I'm sorry but I think I was put in the wrong class! I took the exams to go into General education, not the Hero program!" Harry squeaked.

Bakugou's face twisted into a mixture of confusion and anger at that admission.

"What's your name?" The man asked, now seeming to be mildly interested.

"Harrison Lupin-Black!" Harry said, trying to force himself not to just run out of the room screaming in terror.

The man leafed through a pile of papers. "Yeah, this isn't a mistake... You got a recommendation, something pretty hard to come by, now please sit down." The man said turning to continue speaking to the rest of the class.

"W-What? This is the first I have heard of this! I-I am requesting that I be allowed to talk to a councilor or something. I need to get this changed right away! I'd be no good at this at all!" Harry exclaimed, feeling ready to throw up.

The man's eyes narrowed. "Well someone obviously thought you were... And you got... a 96% on the test, second best over all on the written exams."

"They were obviously wrong!" Harry couldn't help but snipe. " My-I-I have taken a career aptitude test and everything. Hero definitely didn't come up as one of the careers recommended for me! I'm much more suited to be a elementary school teacher or daycare provider and the closest things I got to being a hero was being a social worker or a veterinarian!" Harry explained, beginning to sound manic. He pawed around in his bag to try and find the paperwork. Practically ripping it out of it's labeled folder to hand it to the man.

"Yeah... I don't really care. Mine said I should be an accountant or life coach of all things.. so... I kind of take crap like that with a grain of salt. Please, just sit down. I'm not changing my mind." The man grumbled.

Harry did as he was told, his throat feeling like it was closing up on him. He gripped his knees, trying not to visibly tremble.

"Anyway, get those on so we can head outside for your assessments. Today is the first step for some of you in the right direction to becoming pro heros."

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Chapter Two

Note: Thanks to everyone who liked or followed the blog after the first chapter! I decided to post another chapter to try and drum up some interest. Updates won’t always be this frequent because I only have twelve chapters written and don’t want to burn through them too quickly, but for now they might be more often. Enjoy! And let me know your thoughts!

By the time Niall woke up that afternoon it was almost dinner time. I'd laid with him for almost an hour, but since I wasn't jet lagged I quickly got restless and decided to do something more productive with my time before my tossing and turning woke Niall up.

I tidied up our house a bit and did some other mundane chores before popping a frozen lasagna in the oven. I'd just settled down in front of my laptop, sitting at the island where Niall had his face between my legs only hours before, when he walked in the room. My heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was wearing his joggers low on his hips as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, his hair still a mess from my hands and his nap.

“Somethin' smells good,” He mumbled, walking over and wrapping his arms around me as he leaned his head on my shoulder.

“It's lasagna,” I told him before spinning on the stool so I was facing him and stretching up to place a kiss on his lips. “I hope that's okay. I didn't know what you'd want or when you'd be awake.”

“Sounds perfect,” He smiled. “I'm starved.”

“Well you'll have to wait about half an hour still,” I said as I looked at the clock to double check my estimate.

“That's fine,” Niall shrugged as he wandered to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. “So how's your dad doin'? Forgot to ask earlier.”

“He's fine,” I shrugged. “I only really stayed for an extra week before I had to come back for work. I think I worry more than he needs me to sometimes. I just know how hard the holidays are and he's all alone up there.”

“He's got yer aunt and yer grandparents,” Niall pointed out as he took a swig of his drink. “But s'nice ya take the time ta make sure he's okay.”

I shrugged again.

“It's no big deal, it's nice for me too,” I confessed. “My mum loved the holidays so much and always stressed how it was a time to be with family, makes me miss her more now she's not around.”

“I know, love,” Niall said sympathetically as he placed a kiss on the top of my head and sat on the stool next to me. “Are ya doin' alright?”

“I'm fine,” I assured him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Work was super hectic when I first got back as we changed over to our next exhibit for the new year so it forced me to get back to reality pretty quick.”

“And how is work?” He asked. “Still bein' overworked and underpaid?”

I smiled having had this conversation with Niall at least ten times already.

I worked for a small, privately owned art gallery in London as the assistant manager and the manager, Margie, was, for lack of a better work, a bitch. She was barely ever there, flitting in and out at her own convenience leaving me to do most of the work and when she was there she was rude and demanding. It was a great little gallery though and Darren, the owner, was wonderful, he just wasn't around very often which meant I was left dealing with Margie.

“It's the same as always,” I smiled. “But I don't mind, Ni. I like the work and I love that gallery. It's not about the money.”

“I know it's not about the money,” Niall agreed. “S'about gettin' credit and compensation for the work ya do.”

“I know. Maybe I'll talk to Darren the next time he's around, but he likes Margie so it probably won't make a difference.” I explained. “Besides, it's good exposure into the art world. I've been doing a lot of networking lately.”

Niall nodded, knowing that even if he wasn't happy with the situation pushing any farther would just lead to an argument as it had in the past.

“How's yer website comin' along?” He asked, changing the subject slightly.

“It's actually been doing really well!” I said excitedly.

Photography was my passion. I graduated last year, majoring in art history with a minor in photography and I loved it. I had an eye for it too, not to brag, but I was quite talented. It was a hard industry to break into though and I hadn't quite figured out where I fit. I wasn't a portrait type of photographer who did photo shoots or weddings, I was more into landscapes, cityscapes and that kind of thing. It was Niall who had suggested that I start a website where people could browse my photos and order prints if they wanted to. It was a great way to get my name out there and make a bit of money doing what I loved.

“I was just about to check what orders I need to print this week,” I explained. “But I've had quite a few requests already!”

“So proud of you, love,” Niall beamed.

“Thanks, Ni,” I smiled back. “They do seem to be a lot of One Direction fans though...”

“So?”

Niall bristled at my insinuation that there was something wrong with his fans so I hurried to explain myself.

“I don't mind,” I assured him. “It just makes it hard for me to know if people are buying my work because they like the pictures or because they like you.”

“M'sure that's not the case, Ava,” Niall insisted. “Me fans are mostly teenage girls or university age students. They don't have a lot of disposable income so if they're willin’ to spend what they have on yer work, s'because they like it. Not because of me.” He paused and sipped his beer, a smirk forming on his face. “Besides, most of 'em don't like ya anyway.”

I stuck out my tongue as he chuckled at his own joke, both of us knowing it wasn't true. Sure, he had fans that were jealous and unreasonable who hated my guts simply because I stole their 'Nialler' away from them, but for the most part his fans were happy that he was happy and didn't give me too much of a hard time.

“I guess you're right,” I conceded. “And it is getting my work spread all over the world, someone from Australia ordered one the other day!”

Niall's eyes lit up at my excitement.

“Ya deserve it, love. Ya really do.” He beamed proudly. “S'like I said at your graduation, you're headed for great things."

July 2015

“You'll do just fine,” Gemma assured me as she helped apply the finishing touches of my makeup. We were corralled in a room with all my fellow University of London graduates and I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack. “You've done the hard part anyway, hun.”

“I'd rather take a thousand exams than walk across that stage in front of all those people in these heels.” I informed her, lifting my gown to show off the five inch high shoes on my feet. “I'm going to fall and humiliate myself.”

“Then why did you wear such high heels?” Gemma asked, balancing my cap on my perfectly styled hair.

“They didn't have any shorter gowns,” I mumbled embarrassed by my short stature as I was barely 5'3” without shoes. “If I didn't wear shoes this high I would like a child drowning in an adult’s graduation gown.”

Gemma giggled and I shot her a dirty look, knowing she was picturing what that must look like.

“Sorry,” She apologized as she pulled herself together. “I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you I swear.”

“But I'm not laughing!”

My whiny tone only succeeded in drawing out more giggles from my older cousin and I couldn't help, but smile.

“You're going to be fine,” She repeated once she got her laughter under control. “We're all so proud of you and we still will be if you fall on your face which you won't.”

“Thanks...I think,” I smiled before taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Anyway, I think they're calling us to line up so I should go find my spot.”

“And I should go find the rest of your little posse,” She agreed, referring to my dad, Niall, Anne, Robin and Harry. “Good luck!”

I watched her walk back out to the rest of the families and quickly found my spot in the crowd of anxious and excited graduates.

Gemma had been right, as usual. I didn't fall and humiliate myself. I managed to walk gracefully across the stage to except my degree despite the distracting (and rather embarrassing) yells of “that's my girl!” and “we love you, Avery!” that came from the rowdy half of my fan club: my dad, Niall and Harry. They cheered louder than any one else's family and while my cheeks burned red at the time, I appreciated their support more than I could ever express.

The ceremony dragged by at a painfully boring speed. I almost dozed off at least three times and I definitely wasn't the only one. When it finally ended I quickly returned my gown before rushing off to find my family as fast as my heels would allow. As soon as they spotted me walking over to them the excited cheers started up again, drawing attention from all the other families nearby. My dad was the first to pull me into a hug once I reached the group.

“I'm so proud of you, AJ,” He choked out through his tears, using the nickname that most of my family used for me. “And your mum would be too. I'm sure she's smiling down on you right now.”

I teared up at my dad's comments, but blinked them back as I playfully pushed myself out of his arms.

“Don't cry, dad,” I teased. “God, you're so embarrassing.”

He rolled his eyes and I squeezed his hand, silently letting him know I appreciated his support before Niall pulled me away.

“Good job, Ava,” He breathed into my hair as he squeezed me so tight I thought I might burst. “Smartest girl I know.”

I smiled and wiggled back slightly so I could place a soft kiss on his lips, something that was much easier to do with my five inch height increase. When our kiss lingered a little too long, Harry as usual broke us up.

“Alright, alright, let the rest of us give ya a hug,” He demanded. “Then we can go get dinner.”

“For someone so skinny, you're always thinking about food,” I teased as I reluctantly wiggled myself out of Niall's arms and into Harry’s.

I went around letting the rest of my 'posse' give me a hug and accepting their congratulations before we all piled into our respective cars and headed to the restaurant. Niall had picked the place for tonight, wanting it to be a surprise for me and when we pulled up in front of a five star restaurant my jaw dropped.

“Niall!” I protested. “What are we doing here? This is probably the most expensive place in London.”

He shrugged, a smirk on his face.

“We're all dressed up anyway, love.” He pointed out. “Had to go somewhere nice. Besides, ya deserve to be spoiled today.”

I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” I smiled. “And thank you for all your support. I couldn't have got this degree without you.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” He mumbled, his cheeks red from my compliment. “You're so bloody smart, ya would have been just fine without me.”

“That's not true,” I insisted as I quickly jumped out of the car before he could argue.

Dinner was perfect. The food was amazing as it should be for the price that it was and the beer and cocktails were flowing steadily. By the time we were done our celebrations a couple of hours later, it was safe to say we were all a bit more than tipsy.

“Well this wasn't the plan,” Anne laughed as she finished her fifth glass of wine. “We were supposed to be driving home tonight.”

“Ya can stay at mine,” Harry assured them before throwing his hands in the air and loudly exclaiming: “My house is big enough for everyone!”

I giggled as half the restaurant turned to look at my rambunctious, intoxicated cousin and Gemma swatted him on the back of the head.

“Should we ask for the bill? Is everyone finished?” My dad asked, looking around at all the empty plates and glasses on the table.

“Uh...” Niall cleared his throat looking sheepish. “I already took care of the bill.”

My eyes widened as everyone protested in shock. With the prices of this place and the large amount of food and drink we all had, the bill couldn't have been cheap.

“Ya didn't have t'do that, Nialler,” Harry told his friend, his brow furrowed.

“S'no big deal,” Niall shrugged.

Knowing there was no point in arguing there was a chorus of ‘thank yous’ before we all grabbed our coats and left the restaurant. We hailed down a few taxis as we discussed who was going with who until it was decided that Gemma was going home to her boyfriend and everyone else except Niall and I would be going with Harry. I offered for my dad to stay at our place, but Harry insisted (with a wink that made both Niall and I blush) that we have some time to ourselves to celebrate in our own way.

It wasn't until we were in the taxi about halfway home that I realized how drunk we both were. We spent the whole ride tangled up in each other, exchanging gentle, sweet kisses and I couldn't wait to get home so we could be alone.

Once we finally arrived, Niall paid the cab driver as I sauntered up the house. I'd barely gotten the door unlocked and stepped inside when Niall crept up behind me and swept me off my feet. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck to secure myself as he held me bridal style and kicked the door shut behind him. He got us up the stairs to our room in no time before dropping me on the bed and flopping on top of me.

“Niall,” I giggled. “You're smothering me!”

“Smothering ya with love,” He corrected. “'Cause I'm so fuckin' proud of ya.”

“So you've said,” I smiled, running my hand through his hair.

“I mean it, can't say it enough,” He insisted. “You're amazin', a real inspiration. Put in so much hard work, graduatin' with honours. You amaze me.” I blushed and pulled him down so I could bury my face in his neck. He took my silence as encouragement and continued his rant. “You're headed for such great things. Yer work ethic and determination are gonna take ya so far. Not to mention yer so fuckin' talented and passionate about what ya do. Don't forget about me when ya make it to the top, alright?”

I furrowed my brow and pulled back to look at him.

“I could never forget about you, Ni,” I assured him. “If I ever do make it to the top, which I highly doubt, it'll only be because I have you supporting me every step of the way. Seeing how hard you work on your music and the effort you put in for your fans is what pushes me harder. You motivate me every day with your passion for what you do.”

“Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?” Niall smiled as he leaned down to kiss me.

“The best,” I nodded before letting his mouth take over mine.

“Damn right,” He smirked as he pulled away, sliding his hands under my dress. “Now, I'm gonna show you just how proud I am of you.”

He shot me a cheeky wink before moving his way down my body to congratulate me in a way that only he could.

“I still mean every word I said that night,” He assured me. “You're amazin' at what ya do. S'barely been a year and a half since ya graduated and ya already have a successful website selling your work. Can't wait to see how accomplished you'll be in five years.”

My cheeks still flushed red at his praise even after all this time.

“It's still because of you,” I insisted. “You keep me motivated and believing in myself even when I get discouraged.”

Niall leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose making me giggled.

“S'becuase you're so wondeful and seein' ya get down on yourself breaks me heart,” He informed me. “Now, is that lasagna ready yet?”

I rolled my eyes playfully before getting off my stool and going to check on our dinner, feeling so grateful that I had someone like Niall in my life.

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Saving Part of the World - Part One - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Set after G-Rev, the World Championships have come to Belfast, Northern Ireland in the hopes of spreading the interest and drawing in tourists. In between all the teen angst and the team drama, something powerful and hungry lurks on the horizon and with the help of the beybladers, it may just destroy part of the world.

Rated: T for cursing and mild violence

Ships: Hints of Mariah/Rei, Hilary/Tyson, Enrique/Julia

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Chapter Eleven

When the Voice had first urged Amber to go to Belfast, the idea of living alone excited her. At fifteen years old, she’d never had the opportunity to stay anywhere on her own before. Even at home, her mother insisted on leaving her at her Nana’s or with uncle Rory when she, her mother, had a night shift. So just the thought of Belfast had been filled with potential and she figured the experience would help her mature. She imagined late nights drinking coffee and watching documentaries. Of sitting at the table doing research on bladers and feeling like a badass because she was saving the world — all in secret, just like Batman.

Instead the cold reality revealed coffee to be a bitter substance that tasted nothing like the stuff from the cafés, documentaries were boring, and after her third meal of water and cereal — she’d run out of milk the day before — she was getting quite homesick. Milk never ran out at home. She lived on a dairy farm, and should the animals stop giving milk, there was always the milkman who delivered seven cartons to the house each week for her aunt who couldn’t stomach the idea of unpasteurised milk. Honestly, Amber found the idea of a world without milk horrifying, which just backed up the theory that Ireland was going to hell in a beydish.

She stirred her lumpy cereal — even the liberal sprinkling of her father’s artificial sweeteners (because the man didn’t have sugar) hadn’t helped. The apartment was silent but for the ticking of the clock on the mantel piece, which chimed away the hours, and the buzz from the fridge. She’d debated putting on the TV but the concern that it would block out foreign sounds in the apartment put an end to that thought. It wasn’t like her father’s apartment was in a dangerous part of the city, on the contrary, it was probably positioned in the most secure section of Belfast, but she wasn’t afraid of thieves, no her fears were much more sinister.

She shivered and rubbed her arms. Her eyes lifted to the hazy blue sky above the chaotic city and she yearned for the sweeping hills of green that created the valley of her home town. Which she was not going to think about because then she’d feel homesick, and that sucked because it made her think of her mum and tempted her to jump on the train home.

She blew out a breath and shut those thoughts away. Maybe tonight, when another tournament battle took place, she would go down into the city and gather a few supplies. Less chance of running into trouble.

Okay, time to throw out the cereal. It wasn’t like she was going to eat it and sitting in the kitchen stirring it could only waste so much time. Easing her leg off the chair opposite her, she pushed to a standing position and grabbing the bowl, she hobbled to the sink. At least one good thing had come from her self imposed imprisonment. The stack of dirty dishes were gone and the apartment was relatively clean. Her Nana would be so impressed - except she’d never know because if she contacted her Nana, her mother would find out and be pissed.

Fixing herself a hot mug of black tea, Amber settled at the table again and opened her dad’s laptop, shoving her long, dark hair from her face. Maybe she could find a bit of good news, or at least something that mentioned the broken bench. It seemed suspicious that no one had even made a comment about that incident. Were the bladers really so indifferent to the destructive powers of their bitbeasts? Probably. She’d seen clips of battles on YouTube, though the images were often blurry because, while all battles were broadcasted live, none of those videos were available after the event, so she had to rely on videos that came from smuggled in cameras.

She’d also read some articles that talked about bloody beybattles, hospitalised bladers, rifts in the sky, and some that called for the sport to be banned. Blogs, Tumblrs, the whole she-bang. The sport covered the internet, and all of it seemed excited by the prospect that bitbeasts could damage stadiums and harm competitors, though the fact that those competitors were children did terrify people.

It also made some sense, Amber mused. If Bitbeasts, like other spirits, needed faith to be powerful, who better to believe in them than those who had the most powerful imagination, the most powerful intent to succeed. She bit her lip and began to tug that thought, unravelling the thread to follow it to its conclusion. Teens always felt confused and pushed down by society —

The buzz from the intercom startled her into knocking over her cup of tea. Hot liquid ran across the table and began to dribble to the floor while the cup rocked. Another buzz and her heart thudded hard in her chest. Amber scooted to her feet, freezing by the chair. Was it him? Had he found her? She crept to the door, even knowing that the person ringing was downstairs at the main door. Grabbing the baseball bat she’d slept with, she lifted the phone and held it to her ear, trying to listen over the frantic beat of her pulse.

“Hello?”

“Ah, hello, is this the, uh, residence of -“

“Give it here, stupid woman.”

“Don’t call me stupid!”

“Ow! Violent woman!”

Amber sagged against the door. “Hilary, Ian? What are you doing here?” How did they know where she lived?

“We came to… return your wallet.”

“My wallet?” Oh crap, had she lost her wallet? Her shoulders sagged further. She really failed at living on her own.

“Yes. Can we come up?”

“Ah, yeah, push the door when you hear the click.”

Setting the baseball bat down, she rubbed her cheeks and grabbed a cloth to mop up the spilled tea. Dumping it in the sink when she was finished, she set the kettle to boil.

She heard their footsteps slapping against the laminated wooden floor in the hallway. Then they shuffled to a halt before there was an obnoxious pounding on her door. She limped to open it, not caring that she was still in her striped pyjama bottoms and a grey tank top. At least she’d remembered to put on a bra and she had sneakers on so she didn’t feel completely undressed in front of them. She opened the door in time to see Hilary retract her first from Ian’s head, while he winced and carefully massaged his skull under the thick cap of purple hair.

“She-hulk.”

Before Hilary could spew a retort —there already seemed to be steam coming from her ears— Amber opened the door a little wider, her eyes flicking over the corridor to ensure it was empty. “Come in, please.”

“Thank you for welcoming us into your home,” Hilary said, stepping inside and bowing formally.

Welcoming was a strong word; it was more a case of self-preservation. She certainly didn’t want to venture down to the front door if there was a chance that Eoin might appear. Since she was hardly a threat to him, she doubted he would.

Ian elbowed Hilary out of the way, surveying it as he lugged his tripod towards the middle of the living area. Amber frowned. Why was he setting up a camera? Was he planning to film the return of her wallet?

“I’d offer you both something to drink but I don’t actually have anything…” She trailed off as Ian and Hilary exchanged a pointed look. Yeah, the wallet was such a lie.

“No, we don’t need refreshments. We came to give you your wallet,” Hilary said, motioning to Ian.

He tsked under his breath and reached into the pocket of his anorak vest, before retracting and tossing the square black purse at Amber. She caught it and quickly checking it - not caring how rude she might seem - she nodded and placed it on the table. “Thanks. Um, do you want to sit or something?”

“No, no we won’t stay long. Though, we have a few questions we’d like to ask you.”

“Oh.” Bracing herself on her chair, one foot crossed over the other at her ankle, Amber began to gnaw on her lower lip.

“Well…”

Ian grunted. “Stop pussyfooting.”

Yes, Amber mused, it would be handier if they’d just ask her a question and then she could answer. It would be less painful than this.

Hilary sent Ian a disgruntled look, then raking a hand through her short brown hair, she blew out a breath. “Okay, you owe us answers. You said things yesterday that were confusing and you keep acting suspicious. Who are you and what do you want?”

Oh, good, she started with easy questions! How bloody marvellous. Suddenly Amber needed a drink, instead, she stubbed a foot against the ground and tried to think of how to answer the questions in such a way as to inspire sympathy. After all, she needed allies in this battle right? An army to fight back should the being break through the Veil? Maybe Ian and Hilary weren’t the best of allies, but surely they would be easier to convince considering neither of them had a bitbeast, nor were they bladers.

“Answer!”

She lifted her head to glare at Ian, then frowned. “Wait, are you actually recording this? I’m not going to answer anything if your whole scheme is to humiliate me.”

“No,” Ian mumbled. “Just… you have nice view.” He swivelled the camera around and made a sound like he was impressed. “Nice apartment. Big for little girl.”

“Says the midget.”

“You two, please.” Hilary sighed and dropped onto the couch, massaging the bridge of her nose. “Ian, turn off your camera. You can’t record without her permission.”

“But - this is my exclusive with Crazy girl.” Ian all but pouted.

“My name is Amber, and I’m not crazy.”

Hilary continued to stare Ian down until the midget finally took his camera from the tripod and capped it, all the while muttering under his breath about injustice and freedom of speech. Hilary showed no sign of caring about his righteous fury, instead she turned her attention to Amber. “Now tell us the truth.”

“The truth?” What truth did she want, exactly? ‘Hey Faeries are coming to steal back Ireland’ hardly sounded like the most convincing statement ever.

Ian rolled his eyes and drew out a small black device. “I take it you didn’t see me being attacked then? Typical. I bet all you little bladers stick together all for the sake of your stupid-ass tournament. You don’t care what the consequences are, do you? As long as one of you wins, you couldn’t give a flying feck. Well, the joke’s on you. You’ll lose your bitbeasts, you’ll lose everything and you’ll have to deal with the guilt when the Fae arrive - I won’t care. I’ll be dead, but you guys will just have to live with your selfishness.”

Horrified, Amber felt her mouth drop. “You recorded me? That’s so uncool!”

Hilary flinched. “I’m sorry. It was Ian, he does things like this.”

“Ian, you’re such a dick!”

She stomped forward to grab the recorder, her insides seething and roiling with compressed violence but the boy danced out of the way with a sneer.

“Uh-uh, you need to answer a few questions, crazy girl.”

“Stop calling me crazy.”

“Ian, stop it. Amber, focus. Are you a threat to my team?”

“I give two flying fucks about your team, Hilary. I’m not a threat to them. They’re a threat to me.” She sucked in a breath and rubbed her temples; she was going to get a headache, she just knew it. “Look, I just want you all to leave my country. I don’t care where you go, or what you do there: have the most epic tournament ever, I don’t care, but you have to leave Ireland.”

Hilary stood up, and suddenly Amber was aware that despite the fact that Hilary had long willowy limbs, she wasn’t actually much taller than her. “Why? Is this something to do with Eoin? Is he going to try to harm the bitbeasts?”

“Eoin?” Amber shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s a psychopath but I don’t know what his deal is.”

“But he attacked you for going to Dickinson about him.”

“Oh, so you did follow me from there.” Scowling, Amber pulled herself up onto the table and settled her chin onto her fisted hand with a petulant scowl. “No, I didn’t talk to Dickinson about him. I don’t know what the hell Eoin’s problem is. Do you know he attacked me with his bitbeast? It sliced a bench in two. I didn’t even know they could do that!”

Ian jerked a shoulder. “Manipulation of elements, any bitbeast can do that.”

And there was that flippant attitude again. How could he be so blasé? Rocking her head back, Amber stared at the ceiling. “And that’s why I want them out of here. I mean, do you not see how dangerous that is? They’re not toys, they’re weapons.”

“No, they’re friends, family.”

Amber rolled her eyes, swinging her feet. Hilary was so naive. “Yeah, well your friends-slash-family are monsters that can destroy things and in the hands of children, don’t you think that’s a little dangerous? You wouldn’t hand a loaded gun to a child, but you’re okay giving them a beast that can literally demolish something? Eoin attacked me.”

“Why?” Ian demanded, folding his arms stubbornly.

“How do I know? He’s probably got anger issues, and someone thought it was a good idea for him to get a psychotic spirit creature that slashes things with a scythe. That’s not even the point.”

Hilary’s head shook a little, her expression more confused than actually concerned. Her priorities were so skewed it wasn’t even funny. Propping her fists on her hips, Hilary began to pace. “It’s just, that’s not how it is.” She quickly looked at Ian. “A person must earn the respect of their bitbeast to be able to use it. Not all bitbeasts and bladers are that aggressive. Tyson would never hurt someone with his bitbeast. Neither would the others, or your team, would they Ian?”

Ian froze, a deer caught in headlights, and he jerked a shoulder. “Maybe? Not? Beside point,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. He pointed at Amber. “You were in changing room. You were stealing!”

“No, I was not stealing.” Stealing implied she would take the bitbeast chips and use them or sell them for her own gain, she never intended to do that. She was merely borrowing them to move them somewhere else. Or that had been in the plan. Unfortunately no one seemed to leave their bitchips down.

“Stop evading the questions and tell us what you’re up to.”

Blowing out a breath, Amber rubbed a hand over her face.

Perhaps you should start from the beginning. If you even remember when that was.

Oh shut up. The last thing she needed was helpful aides form the peanut gallery inside her head.

“Excuse me? You don’t tell someone to shut up. That’s rude.”

Amber blinked. Oops. Did she say that out loud? “Sorry, I wasn’t really… I didn’t mean you.”

“Told you she was crazy!” Ian crowed, pumping a fist triumphantly; then his expression became murderous. “And you stopped me from filming her!”

“Ian, stop jumping to conclusions.”

Groaning, Amber dropped her face to her hands. Taking a deep breath, she whistled sharp and short. “Okay stop. Just stop, please. Hilary, I’m sorry, I’m not really a threat to your team but I am after their bitchips. I don’t have any intention of using them for foul means, quite the opposite actually.” She leapt off the table, flinched when her knee throbbed, and rubbed her arms, warding off the chill beginning to settle in them because she’d forgotten to turn on the heating. “Just don’t say anything and hear me out. I’m not your enemy but I’m also not exactly a normal girl who came to cheer on the great bladers. In fact I have no clue about Beyblading—”

“Then why are you after our bitbeasts?” Ian demanded, fists tightly clenched.

“I told you, because I need to get them, you, all of you to leave Ireland. I don’t care how it happens, but before the end of this week, you must be gone. It’s nothing personal… against you. It’s very personal for me. It’s a matter of saving my part of the world.”

“What do you mean?”

Sucking in a hitched breath, she braced herself for condescension. “What do you know of the mythos of Ireland?”

Ian shrugged. “Mythos? No clue. Why does it matter?”

“Ireland’s mythology is rich and vast, ah it’s the land of leprechauns and fairies and… magic.”

Amber nodded. Hilary really was one of those exceptional students. She had to be like a sponge, just soaking up every bit of material she got. Amber’s teachers would have loved her. “Exactly. That mythology is based on fact, on a long time ago when Faeries were real. They’re still real and they’re dangerous. Scary.”

Ian’s suspension of disbelief shattered, she could see it in the way his expression closed off and a vicious light gleamed in narrow crimson eyes. “Bull shit. You are crazy woman. Fairies, Tinkerbell, you expect us to believe little fairies come out hills and destroy country? Bull shit.”

“Not bullshit, Ian,” Amber snarled into his face. “Fact. Honest to God fact.”

He shook his head. “You are crazy.”

“Ian,” Hilary snapped, clashing him around the ear. “Stop being rude. We said we’d hear her out; let us listen.” She turned to Amber. “You said… fairies were to blame.”

Hilary made an embarrassed face but she was clearly in Ian’s camp. Fairies equaled insane.

“Right. Faeries don’t exist but bitbeasts do? Do you understand how weird it is? These are powerful spirits,” — ones that could split a metal bench in half — “and they choose to possess a small plastic toy and take part in a kids’ sport?!”

“It’s not a kids’ sport and they’re not toys.”

Amber groaned. It was like talking to a brick wall. “Look, how about I don’t call them faeries. They’re kinds of Irish spirits then, not bitbeasts, but spirits none the less. Sidhe. You’ve heard of the Bean Sidhe right, or Cait Sidhe?”

“Banshees? Yes, I’ve heard of them. They’re monsters, like vampires, werewolves? From horror movies.”

Something flickered over Hilary’s face at Ian’s scathing words and Amber quickly hurried on, sensing she might have an opening.

“No, not really… Look, you accept that ghosts are spirits of people, right?” When they nodded, she rubbed the back of her neck hoping to ease the crick in it. That headache was getting worse, locking up the muscles supporting her head. “Well, Sidhe are spirits, ghosts of Irish creatures and they’re — they’re warriors from long, long ago during a time when Irish people worshipped them like Gods. Then Christianity came, Jesus and the bible, and people stopped believing in the Sidhe. They became obsolete and lost their powers so they retreated behind this veil thing that separates them from our world. And in that place — I guess it’s Tir na nÓg only I’m not sure — they rest.”

“Rest?”

“Well, they’re spirits, immortal, they can’t die and they’re not powerful enough to come through, so I dunno what do. But see, that’s the problem now, you guys have brought something for them to leech off.”

“Like batteries?”

“Yes,” Amber seized on the word with a wild gesture. “Exactly. Your bitbeasts are batteries for them.”

“So you plan to get rid of them?”

With a sigh, Amber rolled her aching shoulders and spread her hands helplessly. “Yes, that’s what has to happen.”

“What’s so wrong with those spirits coming through? Maybe they’ll pick people and help them blade better, become bitbeasts. I mean Dragoon and the others weren’t always bitbeasts. They’re the four Guardian spirits of Japan.”

Well… well.

“No.”

“Why not?” Hilary asked.

“Because, there’s something bigger behind the Veil and if it gets enough energy, when it comes through, everything I know will be gone.”

Ian growled. “Girls. Know nothing. If spirit come through, then, like all bitbeasts, spirit will need a medium. That is why there is bitchip and beyblade. Without that, they are useless.”

“Do you know that for certain?” Her voice sounded desperate which matched the feeling clogging her throat.

“Of course.”

Closing her eyes, Amber tried to focus her thoughts. “I want to believe you. I want so much to be normal, and to go home, but I’m not normal. I never have been, and there must be a reason that I was told that Ireland is in danger. That means there’s a chance you’re wrong.”

“Told? By who?” Hilary’s voice was gentle with concern.

Ah. She flushed and set the mug on the coffee table. “Well, I was told by my grandmother.”

“How does she –“

“And,” Amber continued over Hilary’s question, “I was told by the Voice.”

“The voice?”

“It kind of lives in my head.”

A silence descended as feverish heat rose over her neck and face. Yeah, that had gone great. Her throat filled and her chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

Ian snorted and rose to his feet. “I told you, I told you,” he shouted at Hilary. “She is crazy.” He swung to face Amber, finger quivering as he pointed at her. “You are crazy. It was interesting at start, but you are… Boris crazy. You should seek help and leave us alone.”

“I’m serious. I have a voice in my head that has told me that teens with spirits will come to Ireland and the thing behind the Veil will rise and Ireland will be lost.”

“Amber,” Hilary tentatively spoke, but Amber held up a hand silencing her.

“I am not crazy.” Her voice may have screeched a little and her flush grew darker, hotter. “My grandfather had the same voice, his father before him, and his great-aunt before that. My family has been cursed with this ‘spirit’ thing for a long time, and I know there’s a reason for it.” There had to be a reason for it.

“Why your family?”

“Because some idiot in my family was stupid enough to marry a druid? I don’t know, okay? We’re talking generations back, and one of them must have gotten on the wrong side of something, so here I am, trying to understand what’s going on.” And failing miserably. At least her mother swore she wasn’t in need of psychological help, and her mother was a nurse, she’d never neglect such a thing.

Ian just shook his head and grabbed laptop bag. “I’m going back to hotel.” He looked at Hilary. “I’d advise you to do same.”

“Look, just hear me out.”

“I did.” Ian stopped to send her a sneering look. “And you’re talking about Tinkerbell and spirits and show no evidence. I have other things to do. Go home kid and grow up. Pretend is only for children.”

Amber flinched and forced her eyes to the ground, closing them to prevent the well of tears. She refused to cry over something so stupid.

Ian let himself out and left Hilary alone in an apartment with a girl she just didn’t understand. Folding her hands in her lap, she struggled to focus the questions in her mind. There were just so many and she was so confused.

It seemed so ridiculous that she was half tempted to follow Ian, but unlike him, she’d experienced the surreal during her time with the Bladebreakers. She’d seen an invisible beast form before her eyes just because she’d believed in it; she had heard Rei’s grief as he mourned his btibeast’s loss. She shared Tyson’s shock on learning Zeo was a cyborg; had worried when the boys faced Team Psykick. She’d heard the tales of the Dark Bladers, the cursed team the boys met in Europe. She’d seen Kai almost break under Brooklyn’s mind games; offered comfort at Tala’s bedside, and prayed that Tyson would survive Brooklyn when the world had dissolved into chaos and buildings had crumbled. She knew there was weirdness in their world and that not everything was clear cut. Cynicism had long been banished from her mind.

“Say I believed you,” she began carefully, “is there evidence? Can you give me anything to help me explain it to others?”

“I don’t – I tried before to show people the spirit that talks to me but… well…” Amber steepled her fingers before her lips, then brightened. “Actually, I think I can but it requires you to come somewhere with me. I promise, I’m not going to hurt you or anything. In fact, you should text your friends and let them know we’re going somewhere.”

“Where?” Hilary watched as Amber surged to her feet, suddenly animated in a way Hilary hadn’t seen before.

“The Park! There’s a Faerie circle there that on its own, can be kind of potent but with the bitbeasts here in Ireland, it should have amplified the energy enough for the ‘thing’ in my head to appear.”

“It’s inside you? Not just communicating but living?”

Amber shrugged making a face. “I’m not sure how it works to be honest. I think I’m more like a medium or a portal. However it works, all I know is that it’s tied to me but it is real so it can manifest. If you trust me, I’ll try my best to prove that I’m correct and maybe, hearing it from the Voice, you’ll begin to believe me.”

Hilary stood. “Then I guess you should change out of your pyjamas.”

Amber faltered in putting on her jacket and looked down at herself, blushing softly. “Oh, yeah. I should — would you mind waiting while I grab a quick shower?”

“Don’t take long but I can spare the time.”

As Amber grinned, Hilary sank back into her seat and considered what she was doing. She plucked out her phone and texted Tyson to let her team know where she was; it wouldn’t do for them to be looking for her. She justified blindly following Amber as seeking out answers. She wouldn’t feel comfortable in Ireland until she knew what was going on and at least she would have information for Kai when he asked where she had been. The whole thing seemed… overwhelmingly surreal and yet some of the pieces were finally beginning to make sense.

Hilary just hoped she wasn’t wasting her time with this trip.

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