#cousin!reader

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Third-year came in went, ending spectacularly, with Neville winning the last ten points for Gryffindor to win the House Cup and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger saving the school (and Harry's life of course). Y/N cheered loudly with her fellow Gryffindors, hugging Neville's sobbing shoulders and throwing an arm in the air. Fred and George were standing in their seats, hollering their praises to their little brother and the rest of the Gryffindors pounding the table in celebration. It was one of the best days of Y/N's life.

    A lot of things started to change over the summer. Being a teenage witch was never easy, and only receiving a letter every week or two from her friends was doing less than wonders on her patience. On a particularly stagnant evening, reading the same classic muggle book for the 15th time, Y/N was rudely interrupted by an earsplitting crash that scared the living daylights out of her. It was hard to tell who screamed louder, herself or the poor owl that came crashing through her bedroom window. In a flash, her parents apparated in her room, brandishing wands like swords and yelling at the intruder that was not there. Errol, the Weasleys owl, was hooting pitifully on the ground with his feathers drifting slightly around. The truly pitiful sight and the enormous reaction it caused made the entire family laugh until tears were streaming down their cheeks. Her mother carefully picked up the owl and handed over the letter giggling.

A/n: So reader leaves Chicago when Shay dies, appears in Molly’s almost 7 years later with a black eye - mentions of violence, past-character death

“Okay, you’ve been staring off in that direction for five minutes now, somebody catch your eye?” Stella enquired, distracting Brett from where she had been staring.

“Uh...”

“Uh? What’s uh?” Foster enquired, turning her head to try spot who Brett had been looking at.

“Try the hottie with the icepack on her face.” Vanessa Rojas pointed out, leaving Stella and Foster to glance at you.

“Why does she have an icepack on her face? Does she need medical assistance? Brett, get over there-” Stella began before Severide walked over.

“Who needs medical assistance?” Severide asked, following Stella’s nod.

“Oh my god, Casey, look.” Severide nudged Casey in the arm, leaving him to put down his beer as he spotted you.

“Oh my god, what, what is she doing here? I thought she hated Chicago!” Casey retorted, getting up to get a better look at you.

“Okay, first who are we talking about-”

“Shay’s cousin, Y/n. She left Chicago after Shay died. Let’s go find out why she’s here and why she has an ice pack on her face.” Severide explained to Stella, leaving Casey to nod in agreement before they went over.

“Uhh... Brett, go over and offer medical assistance-” Stella replied, leaving Foster to nudge Brett out of her seat.

“Uh, right okay.”

“Who are we looking at?” Kim enquired, leaving Vanessa to gesture towards where you were standing and talking with Severide and Casey.

“Yeah, she’s cute.” Kim offhandedly replied, leaving Ruzek and Atwater to stare at her for a moment, the stare increasing as Hailey nodded in agreement.

“What?”

///

“Y/n?”

You paused in sipping your drink through the metal straw you’d brought to look up at who was talking to you.

“Kelly? Casey? You look... old, why do you both look so old? I’m joking, it’s just been... almost 7 years?” You chuckled, sipping your drink.

“Something like that...” Severide chuckled, glancing at Casey who just looked so confused for a moment.

“Still charming-”

“What can I say? I’m adorable, like 2% of the time.” You grinned before you spotted the blonde who had been watching you a while ago approaching.

“Someone call for a paramedic?” You could hear the seriousness in her joke, her gaze directly on the ice pack on your face.

“Yeah, what did you do, get hit in the face by a kid throwing a snowball?” Kelly joked before his smile fell as you removed the ice pack.

“Actually, it was an adult human’s fist... an adult human threw their fist into my face.” You explained, trying to ignore the concerned looks you were getting from the three of them.

“I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Brett, Sylvie Brett. I think you should get your eye checked out, do you have a doctor here in Chicago?” Brett asked, leaving you to pause as you thought about it.

“I think it was either Lakeshore or Chicago Med? I remember that one blew up, I remember reading the news article anyway...” You replied, tensing as Brett’s hand went to your chin so you’d look at her and so she could get a better look at your eye.

“You mentioned an adult human fist, who did this to you?” Brett’s question had you gasping slightly, the seriousness of her tone plus her hand under your chin  had your ears feeling like they were burning.

“Yeah, I’d like to know the answer to that too, maybe CPD-”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t matter? You have a black eye-” Casey began, leaving Brett to intervene.

“Possible fracture but you need to go to a doctors, also, you can’t drive in your condition, you could lose consciousness or your vision in that eye temporarily.” Brett stated replied, leaving you to just nod.

“I walked here anyway.” You brushed off, stepping away from the bar to leave Molly’s when you felt a hand on your forearm.

“I’ll drive you.” Brett stated, leaving you to stare at her for a moment before sighing, eventually nodding at her statement..

“I’m not arguing as I don’t think I have a choice.”

“You’re right, you don’t, nobody in their right mind would let you walk around in the dark, injured or not.” Severide replied, watching as you slid a $10 note over to Stella.

“Keep the rest. Okay, Brett, Sylvie Brett, are you ready to go? Your friends are watching like this is some TV show.” You asked, leaving Brett to hesitate as she turned around to spot Foster, Rojas, Burgess and Kidd watching as Ruzek and Atwater pretended like they weren’t listening.

“Good grief... uh, yeah, let’s go.” Brett answered, her ears feeling like they were burning as you chuckled, moving the slightly melted ice pack to your face again, the two of you heading towards the exit.

///

“Which hospital did you saw you had records at?” Brett enquired as the two of you reached her car.

“Shay had my details with Kendra who was at Lakeshore but she might be at Chicago Med now?”

“We’re closer to Med, you doing okay?” Brett asked, glancing at you as she pulled at the traffic lights on red.

“Tired.” You  mumbled, removing the ice pack to try glance around.

“Well, try not to doze off on me, okay? You might have a concussion.” Brett replied, taking a turn.

“Thank you. I’m sorry your evening turned into taking a stranger to the hospital.” 

“Well, taking strangers to the hospital is my job, usually in an ambulance though-”

“You weren’t working tonight, so I’m still sorry.” You replied, grimacing at the lights as Chicago Med came into view.

///

“Brett, what are you doing here- wait, Y/n? What happened to you, what are you even doing here?” 

“Hey Kendra, been a while.”

///

“Do you want me to drop you off at wherever you’re staying?” Brett asked as the two of you began to head back.

“Take next left. I just moved into an apartment-”

“Hey, I know this street.” Brett admitted, realising the directions you were giving her were sending her to her apartment building.

“Are you-”

“I’m the floor below.” You replied, as Brett parked.

“Are you going to be okay?” Brett asked as the two of you headed inside the building.

“Yeah, i was cleared for concussion and it’s just a black eye, no fracture or anything, it was close though. Goodnight, Brett, Sylvie Brett.”

“Goodnight Y/n. Wait, Y/n, why did you go to Molly’s?” Brett enquired, leaving you to lean on the door frame of the entrance to your apartment.

“Shay took me to Molly’s, I wasn’t 21 at the time so Hermann gave me a carton of juice, but she told me, if I ever felt unsafe or something, to get my ass to Molly’s because the bar was ran by people she trusted. Ran by people she considered family.” You explained, leaving Brett to smile sadly.

“I never met Shay, but from what everyone’s said over the years, she was pretty amazing.”

“So are you, Brett, Sylvie Brett,” you coughed to clear your throat, eyes flicking to the wall behind Brett for a moment before you spoke again “everyone at 51...”

“How did you get the black eye?” Brett asked, leaving you to sigh.

“I saw a girl get pulled into an alley, I raised hell, the girl managed to run, I told her to go to the police and I got clocked in the face before the guy ran off in the other direction. Goodnight Sylvie.”

“Goodnight Y/n.” Brett replied, smiling softly before heading back to her apartment upstairs.

Brett paused for a moment, turning back to look at the closed door of your apartment before sighing slightly, heading back upstairs.

It was only when she put her hand in her pockets when she took her coat off that she found a slip of paper with your number on.

Choices: Stories You Play: The Elementalists - Beckett Harrington and cousin!reader, platonic, fluff

requested

A/N: Beckett is pretty insufferable for the most part, but he comes around in the end, like promised.

Summary: Beckett looked at you incredulously and you poked him the way an annoying little sibling might. Maybe Beckett needed an annoying sibling to teach him social skills. A Fire-Att cousin could fill those shoes, right?

It was a beautiful day; warm with a few wisps of clouds in the heavens above.The trees in the garden swayed lightly in the wind, their leaves dappled with sunlight, the edges seemingly dipped in golden honey. It was a perfect day for swimming or biking or even going to Penn Square to window shop knick knacks you didn’t need. The possibilities were endless...

Yet, here you were, in your aunt and uncle’s library with at least two dozen books flying around you, waiting to be forced back into their shelf and chained down again. You looked at the book in your hand, a first edition of commentary on magickal law that your uncle had asked you to “fetch” for him really quickly.

Being polite was not worth it.

Cursing under your breath, you reached out to the book closest to you with your magick, forcing it back where it belonged. The book fluttered its pages at you as though it possessed the same pretentious attitude as your extended family, but you wrangled it like a bucking bronco and stroked its spine to calm it.

“One down...” you muttered to yourself, already reaching out for the next book fluttering past you.

This was not how you imagined spending a beautiful summer day, but it was fitting, seeing as you were staying at the Harrington household.

Your parents had said staying with your aunt and uncle would build character. It hadn’t taken you long to realize that “character” meant “misery,” in this particular case.

So far you had rearranged spice cabinets (which they never seemed to use when they cooked), suffered through talks of politics and your impending future (which you wished to keep at bay as long as possible), and studied for summer courses you had no interest in taking (they were of your father’s design, all of them insufferably dull). It was really no wonder Beckett walked through the halls of his own home with a constant frown. You hadn’t done anything for your own enjoyment since the day you set foot on your aunt and uncle’s estate - a childhood spent in these walls must not have been much of a childhood at all. 

“If you sigh enough, you might just blow the books back onto the shelves.”

Beckett. You knew that haughty tone better than you liked.

“Did you father make you check up on me?” You didn’t bother turning around to address him, instead, you focused on the slowly dwindling number of books that taunted you from their place in the air. “I have his book tied to that desk, if it’s really so pressing.”

Beckett scoffed, plucking one of the wayward books out of the air and shelving it, his magick impassive and effortless. “I don’t need an excuse to enter the library.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you snapped back. “Our whole family is content with living inside a library without ever seeing a day of sun.”

“So that’s what this is about.”

“What?”

You turned around to face him and he stared at you uninterestedly, as though he hadn’t just made a vague statement that would incite questioning. You rolled your eyes.

The world made the right decision in making him the youngest in his family. If he had a younger sibling, his inability to so much as communicate with feeling would drive them to insanity. Although, with your aunt and uncle as parents, it made sense why he turned out the way he did.

“Are you psychoanalyzing me, Beckett?”

“Hardly,” he deadpanned, “I only wanted to know why you’ve been walking around here like it’s a prison.”

You sighed and pushed the last book where it belonged. “I hate to break it to you, but you look the same way. Worse, even - and in your own home, no less.”

“This is my father’s home,” he quickly retorted, his words off the cuff and frank. You frowned, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Besides, at least you aren’t forced to have family debates with him.”

“I’m forever grateful,” you said sarcastically, walking over to the table where you had left the tome your uncle asked for. You heard Beckett make an exasperated sound and follow you. “What am I supposed to do with that extra time, anyway? Study for my class on magickal theories?” You shook your head and slumped into a chair. “What good are theories if you aren’t out in the world, using them?”

“They provide great knowledge and insight to magick and how attunements work.” Beckett sat down as well and you hummed, picking at your cuticles to calm down. You could feel his eyes on you and didn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you actually listened to what he had to say. 

After a long moment, Beckett spoke, his voice significantly quieter than before, just above a whisper, “But I suppose knowledge is pointless without an application.”

You stared at Beckett, open-mouthed, as though he had done something insane. He shifted underneath your gaze and you let out a laugh. “What did you just say?”

“(Y/n), please—”

“No, no, no. I want to hear it. Say it again.”

Beckett looked at you incredulously and you poked him the way an annoying little sibling might. Maybe Beckett needed an annoying sibling to teach him social skills. A Fire-Att cousin could fill those shoes, right?

Beckett started to protest again, but he looked at your eager expression and sighed. “I said that without a practical application, studies can be tiresome.”

“Really?” you asked, your smile growing devilish. “Because I thought I heard you say ‘knowledge is pointless.’”

“Without an application!”

“Ok Grayson, I think I have someone who can help us. Their name’s y/n.”

“Alright, give them a call.”

<—>

“Hey y/n? Your phone is ringing. Someone called Jason?”

“Let me see.”

“Y/n? It’s Jason.”

“Hey babe. Behave, your on speaker.”

“Or what, you’ll spank me?”

“...Well I was thinking a crop or a paddle but if you wanna go old school...”

“Goddammit Jason I don’t wanna hear your girlfriend kink talk you!”

“Shut up Grayson!”

“Um y/n? Yeah, we all are still in the room. Listening to the conversation.”

“Fuck.”

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Quote from and inspired by Criminal Minds, Season 3 episode 4.

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Series Masterlist Here

Chapter 21: Speaking Without Talking

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“Are we going to talk now?”

“A few more miles.”

You still weren’t ready.

The Reader, newly shifted from NXT to Raw, makes an immediate statement. What follows is unprecedented wrestling: two companies destined to meet in head-to-head competition. And to boot, she has a personal battle to face.

This is part 2 to Family Found, but you don’t have to read it to understand this series. It’s an AU of an AU because I’m a writer and I can do that. *evil laugh*

Prelude 1

Prelude 2 

Prelude 3  

Chapter 1: Chaotic Reunion  

Chapter 2: Confrontation 

Chapter 3: Final Investments  

Chapter 4: Opportunities in the Sky (Money in the Bank)

Chapter 5: The First Battle Line

Chapter 6: History Collides  

Chapter 7: Stepping Stones

Chapter 8: Fractured Challenges 

Chapter 9: What Would You Do   

Chapter 10: Extreme Chances (Extreme Rules)

Chapter 11: Plans Versus Goals

Chapter 12: Officially Threatened    

Chapter 13: Handshakes  

Chapter 14: Set in Sand 

Chapter 15: Summer Glory (Summer Slam) 

Chapter 16: Writing History  

Chapter 17: Out of the Blue 

Chapter 18: Avoidance

Chapter 19: World Shock    

Chapter 20: Face to Face 

Chapter 21: Speaking Without Talking

Chapter 22: Defiant

Chapter 23: Legacy of a Loss

Chapter 24: Boo (Hell in a Cell)

Chapter 25: Old Threats in New Ways

Chapter 26: Chess Pieces 

Chapter 27: Ultimate Stare-down

Chapter 28: Surviving the Collision Part 1 

Chapter 29: Surviving the Collision Part 2 (Coming Eventually)

Chapter 30: Finale (Coming Eventually)

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Deleted and Extended Scenes:

Since the series is complete, I’m giving it (and all of its 50 chapters) its own page to save some space on the Series Masterlist. (Not to be confused with the Masterlist Masterlist.) 

When Y/N joins the journalism crew of WWE, she is trying to make a name for herself. Then her missing past begins to catch up to her, and she finds herself capable of filling a void she never thought could be filled again.

Warnings/Promises: Angst, family fluff, some Sheamus x Reader fluff, no smut [sorry]

Total Word Count: 152,378