i was in a mood to write for my hp ocs so, i did. i wanted to write angst so, i did. this takes place between like the order of the phoenix and the half-blood prince
send me a prompt that isn’t smut: https://nolongerironicteenwrites.tumblr.com/post/185262848479/%EF%BE%9F-prompt-list%EF%BE%9F
reader prompts: “`Don’t look at me like that” “You’re the one who left. You turned your back and walked away.” “Please don’t walk out that door.” and “You haven’t lost me.”
Jubilee Brinks x Percy Weasley
Life was dark. Jubilee left her old life behind and had been doing odd jobs here and there to save and live. The ministry is a mess and she hasn’t heard from Oliver or Jami. Though she hadn’t been expecting to, Oliver was a Muggle-born and was doing things for the order. No one knew what was going to happen to the Muggle-borns or half-bloods. Jubilee and Percy also haven’t spoken in nearly a year.
Nine months to be more precise, about the same time there were questions rising in the ministry. Percy and his parents had already had their fight. Jubilee stood but his side until she couldn’t anymore. She honestly believed what she was being fed until Jamison and she had it out. The last argument Percy and Jubilee had played in her head on repeat.
Jubilee had the day off, she had put her idea of a ministry career on hold to pursue a dream she didn’t know she had, playing professional Quidditch like her dad. Her and Percy had moved in together, he was working for the ministry. Life’s tensions were high but the two of them pretended everything was okay. A painful bliss.
Green lit up the fireplace and Jubilee flinched. She had been on edge since the last time she and Jamison talked and the threat of war on the horizon. Everything was so unclear. Tensions are high and Jules had to make the choice as to where her priorities lied.
Percy emerged, dusting himself off. He groaned a bit but then softened when he spotted Jubilee on their couch. She was his anchor in the craziness of the world. She took off her glasses and placed her book down to stand up.
“Good evening Jubilee, dear.”
Percy walked up to her and rested his hand on her hip. He leaned in a kissed Jubilee. Percy had been working longer hours. Everything was a mess honestly and Jubilee wasn’t sure what to do. Percy excused himself to go change for the evening.
“How are Jamison and Oliver?” he called from the bedroom.
“I’m not sure, they canceled lunch!” Jubilee replied sitting back down.
“I’m sorry to hear that honey.” he sighed, pulling on a sweater as he walked into the living room.
Jubilee shrugged, stating it was okay. Oliver was doing some work that was a secret he couldn’t explain. Percy scoffed,
“Here we go again.”
Jubilee glared at him.
“Don’t look at me like that.” he warned.
“Like what?” she replied and annoyed tone evident in her voice.
“It is all the Dumbledore and order nonsense.” he waved off, “Jubilee you don’t actually believe that?”
“My brother. I’m sorry, but I believe and trust my brother.”
Percy rolled his eyes and Jubilee shot up.
“Oh my. You-” he began.
“Do not try me. I have stuck by you through this all. My brother cares about us, I’m sorry, but you’re the one who left! You turned your back and walked away from your own family. I can’t do that to mine!” she shouted.
Percy’s hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. A habit he’s always done when he’s stressed out.
“Jubilee can we please not?” he asked.
“Why Percy? Why are you so damned prideful?” she yelled.
“Self-preservation. There is a threat of war! Come on! We all need protection!” he argued.
“Protection in numbers?! Your family loves you and you just left!”
Percy threw up his hands in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Jubilee of all people was trying to lecture him about loyalty.
“You cannot act all ‘holier than thou’ and like you’re innocent!” he countered.
“I can admit when I’m wrong!” she replied, “Unlike you, you pompous git!”
Percy wheeled around. Jubilee hasn’t called him that since their seventh year, right before his seventeenth birthday. Jubilee stormed away from him and started throwing her things into a suitcase. She grabbed her wad off the bedside table and slammed the door shut. She walked past Percy to the door.
“Please,” he started, “Don’t walk out that door.”
Jubilee stalled for a second outside the door but decided to leave anyway. She slipped out quickly and closed the door quicker. Percy ran to the door and as he placed his hand on the doorknob he heard the crack. He dropped to his knees in front of the door, crying wishing she would come back.
That was nine months ago. And she still cries. In the flurry of trying to leave she accidentally took on of Percy’s sweaters. She has worn it often enough that she’s worn the scent off of it. Sighing Jubilee pulled the sweater closer to her. She had a candle lit in her kitchen window, but everything else was dark. There was a series of knocks on the door and Jubilee jumped up. She turned on a light and went check through her peephole. She saw Jamison and Oliver making her smile. Oliver looked nervous so Jubilee cracked open the door.
“Hello, yes, he’s a right mess.” Oliver groaned.
He stepped aside to reveal Percy. Jubilee nearly slammed the door shut but Jamison caught it.
“Please.”
Jubilee sighed and opened her door. The three of them walked in. Percy looked lost. Jubilee was mildly annoyed for all of them to be in her home, well, not home but still. The three of them sat on her sofa while her in her chair.
“The minister took him home to his house, and you could imagine how that went.” Oliver explained, “So he came to us, crying.”
Jubilee had her arms crossed while she listened. Percy looked uncomfortable, Jubilee herself felt awkward enough for him.
“Why did you bring him here?” she asked, “We’re not dating. He seemed to think more for himself than me.”
Percy looked upset.
“You’re wearing my sweater?” he asked.
“Yeah. You haven’t lost me. I just hurt when you went on about self-preservation rather than seeing what was right in front of you.” Jubilee admitted
Percy started to cry. He got up and walked to Jubilee. She stood up like routine, he placed his hand on her hip like he always did before he kissed her, but this time, he didn’t. He just rested his forehead on her’s.
“I love you, so much. I always have, these nine months have torn me apart.” Percy admitted, “You were right, you are always right.”
Jubilee started to tear up too.
“You two are ridiculous.” Jamison groaned.
“Kiss her already!” Oliver laughed.
Percy leaned in and kissed her. He kissed her senseless, pouring nine months worth of unsaid feelings and being apart into on kiss.
“Do this to me again and-”
“You’ll hex me into next week.” the others in the apartment finished.
Jubilee smiled and looked at Percy.
“Come home please?” she asked.
Percy nodded.
“For you, I’ll always come home.” he leaned on her once more.
Jubilee and Percy were crying together now. She was the only person he really had. When he lost her, his world crashed down. Everything felt wrong and he knew it. H had no family, no Jules, nothing.
“Let’s work on repairing your relationship with your family next.” Oliver offered, pulling Jamison to him.
Percy shook with nerves. Jubilee placed her hands on his biceps to calm him down. She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek to calm him down. The gesture was enough to make him feel for once it was all going to be okay.
