a beautiful mess

Things about me, in order of importance Katie Sawyer 18 Seventh Year Ballerina Chaser Equestrienne Princess call me Caterina and you die.

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Selena for GQ Magazine 2016

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Telling me it’s a surprise doesn’t make me feel any better.

Ray, you’re going to be out of here in four months and it is my job to prepare you for that reality. The real world is full of surprises, after all. 

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Ugh, you’re no fun. Where are you taking me this time?

You know, I think that if you asked almost anyone, it wouldn’t be me who wasn’t any fun. And it's a surprise.

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Katie come on, it’s my favorite place here!

Then let’s go somewhere not here. I’m not taking no for an answer, babe.

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I think I might as well move into the library, I can’t remember the last time I left. 

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I leave school and, I swear to God, you revert back to right back where you started. Out.

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electric feel • katie&albus

littlelional

Albus wasn’t sure why it was so odd between them. It didn’t feel natural, it felt planned and wrong yet he loved her and he wanted to make it work. When she suggested kissing, he obliged happily, sliding a hand behind her neck. This was something they were good at (always had been). He leaned in and brushed his lips against her’s trying to stop the smile that snuck across his face when they touched. It was always like that–the first time electric shock–and he hoped they never lost it. Distantly he wondered if it would look stupid if he started singing Love Me Tender, then he remembered singing wasn’t his strong suit (Rose had a decent voice, unfortunately he did not).

“Love me tender, love me sweet.” Well, there goes that. “Never let me go,” he murmured as he peppered kisses across her jaw and down her neck. “you have made my life complete….” Another smile slipped from his lips as his free hand trailed down her arm and back up again. She was so soft and pure and he was incredibly grateful that she couldn’t see his face because he was smiling like a lovesick idiot and his face was incredibly red–rather Weasley red, actually.

“….and I love you so.” His lips moved back up to hers as he decided now was the time to start undressing. Her robe seemed like a good place to start. “Are you ready?” Suddenly, he felt like everything would be okay. This was meant to be–they both knew it. “May I?” He slid a finger under the fabric and made to pull it off with her consent.

Katie met his lips tenderly, slipping a hand under the hem of his shirt. She made a small noise of protest when he pulled away. Her pout dropped away when he started singing, quickly being replaced by something more akin to slightly embarrassed chagrin. “What on earth,” Katie said, repressing a giggle, “would people say if they knew that I was the cool one in this relationship?” Her giggles faded into wordless mews of pleasure, his kisses doing their best at destroying any semblance of control she’d had left.

When his lips returned to hers, there was a new desperation to their embrace. Katie dug her fingers into Al’s back, nails embedded lightly into his creamy skin. Her only response to his question was to nod eagerly, capturing his lips once more as soon as she could. The silk robe slid off her shoulders in ripples and cascades, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She fingered the hem of Al’s t-shirt, pulling it over his head in a move she had mastered early in their relationship. Katie shivered, a mixture of nerves and the chill of air against her skin. She pulled Al close to her, her hands splayed across the small of his back.

Al was warmth and he was fire and she was catching.

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little–potter:

“No? God, I was just trying to ask if my hair looked okay.”

“Go fish somewhere else, Lily. Not in an ego-feeding mood today.”

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“Is that meant to impress me?”

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electric feel • katie&albus

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Katie let out a small squeak as he picked her up, anticipation and excitement swooping in her stomach. Once she was up, however, she realized that perhaps it wasn’t as romantic as she’d thought. First off, what was she supposed to do up here? Lying there like a sack of potatoes wasn’t exactly sexy, but she couldn’t see much beside his back. She had next to no idea how to behave in situations like this—she’d be miserable in a romance novel. For multiple reasons, really. Which is why it was probably for the best that she didn’t live in one.

Katie looked up at Albus, biting her lip. This felt wrong. Usually, when they were together, it was effortless—hot and fluid and thoughtless, but in the best way. This was awkward, clinical. “Al?” she asked, ignoring his question for a moment. “Can we just start like normal?” If she knew anything after eighteen years of ballet, it was that the minute that you started overthinking something that you had previously done thoughtlessly, that was when things went to shit. She got to her knees so that her eyes were level with his. “Just-“ she said, voice breathy. The significance of the moment did not escape her, but she couldn’t think about it. She had to put it out of her mind.

Yeah, because telling yourself not to think about something was always the best way to get it out of your head.

“Just- just kiss me,” she requested, tilting her face towards his.

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electric feel • katie&albus

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littlelional:

His first thought was that, Merlin help him, he was dating his mother. He finally understood how his father felt, after years of laughing at his misfortune. Karma had come for him, and Merlin help him he was fucked. It wasn’t his fault, though. They should’ve talked about this ages ago. Rose told him, as well as Lily, that virginity was just a social construct. However true that was, he also realized it was a big deal. In some way, he wanted to be more respectful because–well, he didn’t receive that same kind of respect.

Without hesitation he pulled out the flask he had been carrying with him, in case of ‘Rose emergencies’. He conjured his own glass, not commenting on her snub. He wasn’t worried about it, she would understand in the long run, or he hoped. After a sip and a beat later he sighs, remarkably like his father, and shakes his head. “I lost track of how many girls I’ve slept with. I know after five–there were far more. I remember the names of the first five, except for my first. I couldn’t even tell you the name of the girl I last slept with.” He rubbed his eyes, already done with the night that hadn’t even started. “You–you are different.”

“Can you blame me for hesitating? Can you blame me for wanting to talk this out? You are good. Not all of us in this world are lucky enough to be truly, honestly good. Not only are you good, you’re important to me. If you weren’t completely sure about all of this, if you were doing this just to get it over with, I would never forgive myself. If you were anyone else, you’d be thrown across this table right now being–well, you know. But you aren’t anyone else, and that’s the point. Try to understand. I–Katie I reckon I love you.”

After Al fixed his drink, Katie plucked the flask from his hands and added a bit to her tea. Not the best combination in the world, but it would do. She listened to his spiel carefully, resting her chin on her knees. “I don’t blame you for hesitating, I don’t blame you for anything–well, except maybe for not trusting me.” It was a simple statement, but she thought that it somehow got to the heart of the issue. “I know my own mind, Al, and I know what I want–far better and any noble-minded Potter boy I may come across. I wouldn’t have done any of this if I hadn’t wanted to. I thought you’d have figured out by now that I rarely do anything except exactly what I want,” Katie remarked dryly, a sharp little laugh punctuating her sentence.

It was embarrassingly true, really, how pig-headedly stubborn she could be at times. She’d spent her thirteen years resisting and fighting something that there was no alternative to–she’d barely accepted it as reality now. She still couldn’t say she was exactly happy, really, at the prospect of becoming queen. She’d refused to come home and attend university, to become a muggle doctor instead of a Healer. She supposed she might have entertained the idea, if it hadn’t meant leaving Britain behind. She wasn’t ready to leave behind the fairytale life she’d built here. 

To most girls, being a princess was the fairytale. But not to her. To her, the fairytale was what she had now. A reformed bad boy to call her own. A broken, workaholic, twisted sister of a  best friend. Whatever Jake Zabini was in relation to her. A flat in Pimlico. Two dogs, two cats, and a horse at home. The only thing missing was the Cataluñan weather and the beach. 

“And I appreciate it Al, really I do. It’s sweet,” Katie said with a small smile, getting to her feet. “But trust me. I’ve decided to trust you–Merlin save me,” she grinned. She’d rounded the table slowly and was now standing directly in front of him. She settled onto his lap gently, leaning back so that she could still see his face. “I need you to do the same. I’m not nearly as fragile as I look.”

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electric feel • katie&albus

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littlelional:

He was exhausted. So far, he hated the Unspeakable program. He hated the people there; they were all incredibly pompous and self important. Not that Albus wasn’t those things, he was and more, he just couldn’t stand being around them. This was his dream, and it wasn’t going the way he had planned. If there’s anything he hates, it’s things going against what he had envisioned in his mind’s eye.

Yet, when he came home, he saw why he did it. He did it because he wanted to be good enough for the beautiful girl in front of him. Honestly, he loved her (though he couldn’t tell her that–not yet). For the first time since they started dating, he was tempted not to think, just act. It was a reflex he had developed ages ago, it helped keep him from getting attached to any of his partners. But damn it to hell, she had no idea what she was getting herself in to. This was one area that he was sure he knew more about than she did. This was serious.

He was sure she had talked to Rose about it. Rose was quite the expert on sex, though he loathed to think about it. What if their first time was awkward? He barely remembered his first time. What he did remember was the four shots of patrón he had consumed, and as a fifteen year old boy it had hit him quite hard. She obviously had thought this through, but they hadn’t talked about it. He avoided sexual encounters at first, obviously, because he didn’t want her to think she was a one and done when she was so far from that.

He realized he hadn’t spoken yet, and was worried she would have the wrong impression. “Hey,” he replied, his voice squeakier than he had meant it to be. “You look nice.” He attempted to rectify–though he wasn’t sure it worked. “Um, should we talk about this? I, uh, think we should.”

Katie got to her feet shakily, mildly annoyed that Albus hadn’t moved to I don’t know, help her off the floor? She pulled the robe tightly around her, exasperation building. He wanted to talk? His reaction to arriving home to his scantily clad girlfriend was not to want to talk? He was supposed to throw her over his shoulder and have his way with her. If she was a pettier woman, one more inclined to fits of impetuousness (Lily came to mind), Katie would stamp her feet and throw a fit because things had not gone her way. But instead she was her, an aristocrat no matter how unwillingly, and decorum won out. She settled into the kitchen chair, watching Al cautiously as he sat down across the table from her.

Maybe he just wasn’t attracted to her. That was it–maybe he did love her but simply wasn’t attracted to her. She wasn’t sure whether that was better or worse than him not loving her, but at least it was something new to worry about. She realized, as her thoughts slowed, that she hadn’t said anything yet. She’d been silent since her muffled “hey” as he’d walked in the door. “So?” she asked quietly, searching the room for her wand as she spoke. Her need for a cup of tea only slightly outweighed her need to avoid eye contact. “If you’ve got something to say, say it.” Katie winced at the defensive tone in her voice.

Wait, no, you get to be defensive. He’s the one mucking everything up. Suddenly, the whole vignette was too much for her to bear. Grabbing her wand from the counter, she extinguished all thirty-seven candles with a slight wave, each wick snuffing out in an instant. She vanished the wine, summoned a single mug and tea bag–taking vindictive pleasure in not offering Al a cup–and conjured steaming water from the tip of her wand with a carefully cast Aguamenti.  After all this, she met Al’s eyes finally–he still hadn’t spoken. She raised a single eyebrow in invitation, willing him to begin talking any fucking second now.

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silenceisntsoloud:

Isobel smiled gently, appreciating that Katie was trying to learn sign (and also slightly amused that she had just accidentally signed ‘dickhead’ instead of ‘don’t know’) as she explained, “If this patient is complaining of abdominal pain with no apparent magical causes, what would you test for first? Not hex damage, right? Something a little more mundane.” They were working on hypotheticals during their down time, and Isobel always liked to remind her trainees that while, yes, St. Mungo’s was a hospital for magical maladies and injuries, they also got mundane cases (usually in the form of easily frightened first-time parents).

Katie gnawed on the inside of her cheek, thinking carefully. Stomach pain–Nico had had a stomachache while she’d been home for Easter. “Food poisoning, maybe? Not the most likely, but easy enough to figure out. Colic, if they’re young. A virus is an obvious option. Cramps or constipation. And... ooh! An allergic reaction could also cause stomach pain.” 

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“I’m not sure I think that’s a good idea,” Isobel said, signing as well. She only really signed when she either had the person’s full attention or felt very comfortable with the person – otherwise, it wasn’t worth the effort. Most people didn’t understand the signs anyway.

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Katie furrowed her brow, concentrating on the problem at hand. “So, if the patient...” she trailed off, clumsily signing along. She had been practicing–she respected Isobel immensely, thought she was one of the better instructors in her program thus far. Her inherent knack for languages–this would make nine, once she got a bit btter–helped, but it had only been three weeks. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what a better plan is. I’m sure I’m missing something.”

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9. July 2015 - Selena out and about in Los Angeles, California

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electric feel • katie&albus

Katie was pretty sure she was dying. She was pretty sure that her body couldn’t sustain this level of anxiety, her heart couldn’t keep beating at this frenetic pace, that in only a few moments, she would just keel over because she could no longer handle her nerves. Her stomach was fluttering wildly, butterflies dancing a flamenco in her abdomen. Shit, that metaphor didn’t even make any sense. Butterflies can’t flamenco.

Katie paced around the flat, double and triple checking all of her preparations. Candles, check–thirty-seven in total, ginger and sandalwood scents. Flowers, check–white rose petals, three dozen white lilies, white peonies. Lingerie, check–crimson lace, too small to do much of anything. She’d let Rose talk her into a more complex set up than she might have otherwise done–there was a balconette, a robe, stockings, a garter belt, and the tiniest thong Katie had ever laid her eyes on. Lights dimmed, bed made, wine out. All she had left to do was wait. 

Merlin this was excruciating. All she was doing was pacing the flat, overactive imagination playing and replaying all the thousand and one ways this could go wrong. She had been so sure, when she’d started planning it a week ago. She’d been sure when she’d started setting it up earlier that evening. But now that she’d had plenty of time to think and overthink, Katie was no longer sure. She’d thought she was over her doubts, her second-guessing, her inability to believe that he loved her. Apparently not. And, even if she didn’t have all those lovely little thoughts to mull over, there were all bits and pieces of the plan that could go awry. She’d waited so long, wanting to make sure that it was right. And she was almost sure that this was the right time, the right person, the right place–but what if it wasn’t? What if she was what was wrong here? What if-

Her mindloop of worry was cut off by the scratching of a key in the lock. Katie glanced around frantically, trying to figure out where to position herself. Sitting? Standing? Lying down? Suspended from the ceiling? Fuck she had not thought this through enough! Trying to remain calm, she pivoted, slipped on the rug, and fell flat on her face. Al found her there, pushing herself up onto an elbow. So much for seductive. “Hey,” she said, voice weak. 

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“Thanks for the support.” He snapped, siphoning up the beer with his wand. “I’ll just leave.” 

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Katie sighed. “You are not the only person in the world who is starting a new job, you know that right? In fact, you are not the only person in this relationship who is starting a new job. And if you’re all stressed out by it, it’s just going to stress me out. And I. Cannot handle. Any. More. Stress.” She was shaking a little bit as she said the last words, voicing the terror she hadn’t even realized she was feeling.

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“Oh—-fuck ah, I didn’t mean to spill my beer. Did I spill it on you? God, fuck I’m such a mess.” 

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“Jesus, Al, you still have two days before you start. I can’t deal with you if you’re going to be this twitchy until then.”