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A Lost Giraffe (Platonic!Harry Potter X Reader)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Summary: A soft toy giraffe just happens to be the groundwork of a lot of moments in your life including your childhood, your friendship with Harry Potter, and the reappearance of your father, Sirius Black.

POV: Reader, past tense

Tags: childhood soft toy, reader insert, Sirius Black needs a hug

Note: Author absolutely adores comments, so please let me know what you thought!

There is something about a child's toy, tossed out a car window in a fit of rage or sorrow, lost to an unforgiving world of car tyres and cold tarmac.

Harry had been barely one the first time such a thing had happened and, much to his parents horror, it wasn't even his own toy he had thrown. It was, in fact, yours. There had been some sort of unnamed dispute in the back seat which had ended with your favourite toy giraffe chucked out the tiny gap and into the great unknown. You had stared at him for a few moments in pure, unquestioned silence... and then you had screamed.

Lily had almost crashed the car she was so shocked, her neck cracking painfully as she spun to see what was wrong with the two of your. Her auburn hair had danced in the breeze coming through her window and her eyes had scanned the two of you desperately before the honk of an oncoming car brought her back to reality and she turned back to face the road. She pulled over in a lay-by two minutes later, but by then it was too late. Your toy was lost and you were practically inconsolable. Harry had also taken up sobbing, more because someone else was than because there was actually anything wrong with him, and he seemed fairly unrepentant for the tears being his fault.

It didn't take long for Lily and James to figure out what was wrong with you, both of them searching high and low throughout the car in the desperate hope that one of them would find the missing soft toy. It was a futile hope and the presence of more than a few Muggles stopped them simply summoning the item. They knew they wouldn't even be able to do it later in the day - it was a busy road and they couldn't risk getting into trouble with the Ministry for breaking the law. They were already on shifty ground as it was.

"Sirius is going to kill us," James said hollowly, running a hand wearily through his hair and staring at his wife. "That toy was her favourite."

Lily bit her lip as she thought, finally nodding before climbing back into the car. "Come on, better get it over with."

In the end, Sirius spent four hours out on the side of the road attempting to find the giraffe that night, taking his canine form in order to avoid the attention of passing Muggles and diving sideways into the brush whenever someone got too close to thinking it was odd there was an animal on the side of the road.

When dawn came and light returned, he came back to his house with exhaustion spread wide across his face and strands of hair escaping the loose bun he had shoved it in. His wife, Ella, met him with an equally weary smile, her arms cradling you.

"How is she?" Sirius's voice was hoarse.

"She only went off half an hour ago," Ella whispered, her eyes dropping shut as she rocked back and forth. "I'm hoping she's fine now, but I'm not sure. I don't want to risk putting her down."

"Get some sleep." Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to her lips as he took you from her, nestling your tiny body in his own arms as he stared lovingly down at you. "You deserve it."

"Are you sure? You must be exhausted." Ella watched him worriedly, though she didn't need much more persuasion to head off to bed, craving the warmth it would provide and more than willing to let her eyes fall shut.

Sirius stayed up for another two hours rocking you in his arms before he fell asleep on a chair in the living room, his neck tipped awkwardly against the back in a way which would surely end up hurting in the long run and his legs stretched out to rest on the table in the centre of the room - an action Ella would have reprimanded him for if she hadn't been so thankful he'd taken you from her.

None of you knew that he would one day find that toy again, and he would return it in a highly unexpected way...

•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

"Come on, Mum!" you called over your shoulder, pushing the trunk-loaded trolley through the station and earning more than a few strange looks for the sleek black cat stretched across your shoulders, his head resting lazily against your neck. "We're going to be late!"

Your mother sighed, hastening her step slightly in an attempt to keep up with you. She was at a disadvantage, standing just a few inches shorter than yourself and not being near as motivated to get to the train as fast as possible.

"I've not been late yet. How long do you think I've been doing this?" she asked you as she caught up, brushing a strand of waist length hair over her shoulder and fixing her narrowed eyes on you.

"I don't know," you muttered, gazing around the station in hopes of spotting someone you knew, "you're ancient."

"I'm thirty," she corrected. "And that's quite enough cheek from you."

You refrained from mumbling a comment about her asking for it, standing on your tiptoes to gaze out over the sea of Muggles, hoping for a familiar magical face. You sighed as you realised there was no such person there to relieve your boredom.

"I don't know what you're sighing for," your mother said. "Some of us didn't know a single person when we first came to Hogwarts. You're lucky."

"I still need to find someone to sit with."

"I'm sure there'll be someone. Isn't the Weasley boy meant to be starting this year?"

You would have snorted at the vague statement if you couldn't feel the butterflies writhing in your stomach. "Ron, yeah."

"That's the one. Why can't you sit with him?"

It wasn't so much that you had anything against Ron as that you always felt distinctly awkward around him thanks to a particular playdate in which Fred had announced his youngest brother had a crush on you. Ever since, you always felt as though he was embarrassed enough he might explode when he was around you and you hated having to try to ignore the uncomfortable situations.

"Maybe."

Your mother let out a long sigh, her dark eyes fixed on you as she muttered, "This would be so much easier if your father were here."

You had heard the words before on many occasions. So much, in fact, that you could have guessed she would say them. There hadn't been many occasions over the last ten years on which your mother and you managed to have a day out without her wishing for your father's presence. It had taken her a long time to explain where he had gone, though, and she had done her best to make sure that the past didn't lie on your shoulders even if she still went on about him all the time.

For a start, she had changed all of your records so you were registered as a Linder rather than a Black, hoping that the change in name might be enough for people to overlook the features you had inherited from your father. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't, but you were hoping that you would be able to make it more than a few weeks at Hogwarts without anyone working it out. Just so long as none of the Weasleys slipped and mentioned it...

Anyway, you knew that it was bound to happen eventually and you had resigned yourself to the fact that your father's actions would forever haunt your steps, regardless of whether or not he had actually committed the crimes. Your mum was convinced he hadn't, but every other record of the incident seemed to say otherwise and you couldn't remember enough of the man to form your own opinion, so you were left constantly hanging in the balance.

The farewell between you and your mother wasn't particularly touchy-feely; there weren't any tears involved and she left the station almost as soon as you were on the train, claiming she had to get to work. You didn't call her out on the lie, knowing that it must be difficult to see the train again after so many years when it held so many memories of her younger years. Still, it would have been nice of her to act as if she cared that she was sending her little girl off to school for a whole year.

Marching onto the train, you lugged your trunk behind you, already wishing you were able to use the levitation charm to carry it. It would make life a lot easier for you and it would save you a lot of aching muscles later.

Finally finding yourself at a compartment with only one occupant, you dropped your trunk, wincing at the loud thud. Taking a long breath, you decided you probably weren't going to do any better than this - you might not have been late to the train station, but there weren't many empty spaces left and they were filling up fast.

Fixing your most confident expression on your face - and not knowing how scarily reminiscent of your father you looked - you slid the door across, pretending you didn't notice the way the boy inside flinched at the sound, and strode inside with your trunk in your hand.

"Can I sit?" you asked, though you didn't really give him a chance to refuse as you sank into the seat across from him, quickly introducing yourself.

"Oh, hi, I'm Harry Potter." The boy smiled nervously. Your mouth dropped at this admission.

"You threw my giraffe out the window."

Clearly, this was not the response Harry had expected and he stared at you in total, baffled silence for a few moments before uttering a confused, "Sorry?"

"You should be. It was my favourite."

It didn't take long for you to recount the few details you had been told of the incident and Harry quickly latched onto the idea of you having known his parents, a reaction you probably should have expected. Soon you found yourself telling him just about every detail you could remember of the time you had spent together as children, though you knew your stories would be slightly skewed by the fact that your mother had shared all of them with you. And you made sure not to mention the part your father may or may not have played in his parents' deaths.

When Ronald Weasley showed up at the compartment door not long after with a trunk in one hand, a rat in the other, and a nervous smile on his face, you decided that you could try to be friends with him and you welcomed him into the compartment with all the grace you could muster.

You had a feeling that the three of you might just turn out to be very good friends...

•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

"Stop!" The word escaped you in a burst of fury combined with fear, freezing everyone in their tracks and causing the dirt-covered man to turn to face you.

There was something terrifyingly familiar about his face, the steel grey eyes and the elegant features which weren't all that far from your own. It took all your strength to stare him down as you stood in front of Harry, wishing beyond all hope that he wasn't really your father, that this mess of a human being was just some lunatic who believed you were related to him.

He barked out a laugh, harsh and hoarse from years of no use, grinning lopsidedly at you as he muttered, "You're just like her."

"Like who?" you scoffed, though you worried your words didn't hold the bite you had intended.

"Ella, of course."

Anger flared inside you at the words, burning hot and bright as you scowled at him. "You don't know her. And you don't know me."

"I used to." His smile was wistful, but it didn't quell your ire. "Maybe I will again one day."

"You won't."

"I thought you might say that."

You watched as he shoved a hand deep into his torn robes, extracting something you barely recognised. He tossed it towards you and you caught it, hoping that it didn't turn out to be anything dangerous.

The material was muddied and ripped in places, clumps of stuffing escaping from the creature, but it was definitely recognisable as a giraffe.

"Took me twelve years to get it back to you," Sirius Black muttered gruffly, watching as you inspected it.

You couldn't believe it. This was the soft toy which had been lost when you were a baby, the one which had inspired the friendship between you and Harry. And somehow your father had brought it back to you.

"Where did you find it?" you whispered, gazing down at the giraffe with tears gathering in your eyes. Suddenly, you found yourself convinced that your father couldn't be guilty. How could he possibly have gone to the effort to find it if he was such an awful person?

"Don't even ask," he replied, screwing his nose up in disgust. "Do you believe me now?"

It was strange how such a simple action could matter, and yet you were convinced by it. Glancing over at Harry, you could see the same sort of realisation beginning to pool in his vivid eyes and you bit your lip in thought. Moving to stand beside Harry, you looped your hand through his, knowing you were both going to need each other's support here.

"We'll hear you out."

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For Robin ideas could you do some tipsy fluff with her! Maybe including the party or Steve or something too?

Yes and I absolutely love these vibes, my type of thing <3

Robin Buckley x reader

Steve’s little house get togethers had been so much fun since you and Robin finally got together, instead of just lingering around with pining looks, and wondering what would give you away. While you both sprawled out in each other’s laps, pouring shots into each other’s mouths, and stroking each other’s cheeks, while you wished you were touching each other’s lips instead. Now you two were officially together, you were only more openly touchy and lovey at these events.

Steve supplied the house, Eddie the weed, Nancy the drinks, you the snacks, and Robin had brought some party games over, that usually got swapped out for each other’s entertaining company when the drink and the pot kicked in.

Right now you had Robin’s head in your lap, it was the lying down portion of the evening for her, with you on the floor, Nancy standing by the mantelpiece, Steve in the kitchen, and Eddie on the sofa by you both. Teasing Robin by looming above her and pretending he was going to drop a garcia cherry with an extraordinarily long stem onto her face. Nancy had given up arguing they were supposed to be for the cocktails, after planning with you, and you were just happy to have your girlfriend warm, in your lap, playing with her soft blonde hair non stop.

Seeing her laughing like this, sometimes, after you’d both been through things, seen and fought things no one should have, it was hard to imagine her laughing again. Even if she was partially hiding her face, and wriggling around in your lap, trying to fight Eddie off as the cherry looked closer and more heart rate inducing, to her blurred vision, kicking her hands and feet in the air while Eddie only laughed with his torture. Before unexpectedly dropping the cherry, and bursting into hearty laughter as it falls off Robin’s head with a small ‘thump’ and rolls to the floor.

Robin was red in the face, shaking laughing against you too. Covering her mouth as she spluttered at the bizarre feeling, and realising it really was just a cherry, she and Eddie had been screaming about. And soon all of you were laughing too, because everything always seemed funny in this group, especially at Steve’s parties.

But all this fruit play had reminded you of a snack you’d bought and had not yet been equipped. So in a drunken flurry of excitement, you grabbed your girlfriends head, gaining Robin’s utmost attention happily, and kissed her. A smack over her lips and nose, since her position was awkward and you were both uncoordinated when you weren’t hammered, nevermind stoned and drunk, before squeaking “Be back in a sec!” And unceremoniously dropping Robin’s head as you sprint up and over to Steve’s kitchen. Taking the blunt from Eddie and rolling your eyes as you promise him to take it to Steve on your way.

Robin’s head falls to the floor with a thunk, not preparing herself for you leaving her. She just lays there, squinting in her solitude, before giving an “Ow.” But even though Steve asks if she’s okay, Robin finds herself laughing right after. Messily rubbing her head, and already yelling at you “Hey! Get back here!”

You quickly return, bumping into Steve at least three times but not making him drop the blunt between his lips, even as he yells a “See you I guess!” With a slight lisp and thrown up hands when you don’t say a word. Giggling with your box of strawberries in hand, you make it back into the living room, and Robin, clapping because your back, happily shuffles over, her hands hurrying you as you sit down, letting her get back into her same position.

“Hey! Quic- quiz question. What’s my favourite fruit?” Robin asks, with a smarmy face, like she’ll be able to tease you for being a bad girlfriend if you don’t guess it.

Instead you pause for a moment, eyes in thought as you look at her, as if you could read her mind if you stared hard enough. Before a smoke of Eddie’s weed passed by your face, and blinking, you answered “Me?”

Robin’s eyes blow wide, before she bursts into laughter. You’re cackling too after her, both of you hitting each other as you guffaw breathless. Even Nancy and Eddie share a giggle in their respective seats.

“You’re sooo funny.” You lull, picking up a strawberry and dangling it in your girlfriends face.

“You’re so funny!” Robin blurts back, hands pawing up in the air to try and catch your wrists.

“Oh great. See I didn’t miss literally anything, since Robin and y/n are still exactly the same.” Steve walks back into his living room with two red solo cups in hand, moving to place one by Robin’s head, then deciding against it and setting it down further away, out of the danger zone. Passing another full cup to Eddie who at least gave thanks, unlike your very distracted girlfriend, before going back for some more.

You airplaned the strawberry to Robin’s face, her eyes only on yours, even though her mouth was open and ready to receive, definitely about to miss it, and you giggled as you finally placed the red fruit to her lips, and Robin bit down. You moan hummed as she did, her eyes still right on you, her cheeks pink from the alcohol and something else, as you pull away a bit, allowing her to swallow.

Robin moans back in return, smiling that beautiful toothy smile up at you, and you bring the half bitten strawberry right back down, only to boop her on the nose with it, leaving dots of red juice.

Robin gasps, playfully growling at you. But when you bend down to peck over her nose, kissing the red marks away, Robin’s mewling in your lap instead. And her hands are clawing on your face, trying to pull you closer.

“You’re both gross.” Steve chimes, two more cups on the table and another in his hand, along with his exasperated face. And Nancy only laughs, exhaling from the short roll up, while Eddie agrees wholeheartedly, mocking you both playfully.

You only mock his words back as you lean in closer to Robin, letting her pull you as your taunting pushed out lips slot against hers. Kissing her once, but slowly, because both of you are worshipping each other’s lips, but towards the end of your kiss, Robin snort laughs into your mouth, and you have to pull back just so you can laugh too.

Leaning over to the coffee table, you make sure to stretch so you’re dangling your front right over Robin, before getting your red cup in your hands, Robin’s bracelet dangling down your wrist. With Robin watching you above her, you take a big gulp of your drink, as you keep your eyes down on her the entire time.

And Robin’s in awe at how sexy you can be, even just drinking. And she has to admit, her eyes do flutter down there. Mostly because your chest is heaving as you gulp heavily, but her eyes do stay a little longer than if she was just fascinated with watching your drink go.

You put your cup to the side, licking your lips and smiling down at your girlfriend as you give her the rest of her strawberry. Snapping your teeth delightedly at her when you feel her own teeth dragging over your fingers as she eats the strawberry from your hands. A delighted giggle leaving her as she chews, fiddling with her hands on her chest. She doesn’t need them anyway, with you feeding her.

“Robin don’t eat like that, you’ll choke.” Steve chides, dropping into his seat next to Eddie, who’s swapping his drink with Nancy to taste test each other’s.

Robin clicks her fingers, pointing at her best friend, and then pointing at you, winking, as she cheers out a loud “Hell yeah!”

It takes you a second, but you laugh, shaking your head emphatically. “No Robin, you’re a lesbian! We’re both girls!”

Robin tilts up to face you, surprised. “Oh yeah!”

All five of you burst into laughter that time. Robin’s spitting gasps of laughter that fall onto your hand as you stroke away her tears, sure some of your own were falling onto her top, as your body shakes uncontrollably, giving your girlfriend an earthquake. Nancy has to sit down, gripping onto Steve’s knee as she falls on her own to the floor, and Eddie was falling off the sofa, dragging Steve with him, who was also crying with laughter, and unfortunately now on top of Nancy too.

You continue drinking, well all of you except Robin, even though she wants you to feed her and ‘drink’ her, as she bemoaned hoping you were still just as wrapped around her finger as usual, you don’t think Robin’s new shirt or Steve’s carpet, would be very appreciative. And while the other three joke and laugh about whatever, you keep colouring your girlfriends lips in her new strawberry lipstick, and then kissing it off every time as well.

You can at least hold the blunt for her as you press it to her lips, letting her play with your free hand as you quietly tell her someone as pretty as her shouldn’t have to lift a finger. Only getting Robin to squeal excitedly up at you, nibbling on your fingers you’re half convinced she mistook for her own, as you take your own two puffs from the blunt that was just in between her lips. And when you lean down with a deep breath to shotgun kiss, so your girl really doesn’t have to put in any work, Robin might’ve just collapsed to the floor, if she’d hadn’t already been laying in your lap.

Robin’s even had a few times of her own where she’s flung the white leafy part of the fruit, only to grab your face and pull you down to her, whining as she desperately tries to get you to taste the strawberry on her tongue. She doesn’t really think about much else, she just wants you.

And you have to stop her from injuring her neck when she keeps trying to roll around mid kiss so she can also have her legs around you, even though she’s got her head in your lap. She just needs to touch you all over, everywhere, have you all on her. All over her.

You’re broken apart from a more passionate kiss, having rubbed off some dripped strawberry juice that fell down her side in apology, but in your tipsy haze, having not really cared about your fingers starting to slip down the side of her shirt, and down the side of her chest. That’s when Steve’s knee flings in the air in your peripheral, and you’re jolted out of your kiss, surprised. Even though Robin’s trying to stick her tongue back in your open mouth just centimetres above her, whining unimpressed, for you. Her hands on your shirt by your own chest, in fists.

“Man why’s there so much fruit on the floor.” Steve exasperates, picking up a smushed strawberry and placing it in an empty solo cup with a dirty napkin.

“That’s the price you pay. You’re the house guy in this arrangement.” Nancy points to him with her own newly refilled cup.

Steve slides the cherries Eddie had presented to you both earlier like a waiter with a french accent, and the strawberries closer to you too, giving you the ‘mom look’, with those knowing eyes, and you quickly apologise for the mess with a small smile.

Robin, unsure what was going on, looking up and about until she found her best friend, apologised too “Sorry Steve!” Even though she probably didn’t even realise other people had been in the room at that time. She’d only had those sparkling blue eyes on you.

But as Steve pats her shoulder, and Robin grins over at him, she looks over to where his hands are, and sees the bowl of garcia cherries, really meant for cocktails.

“OOOH!” Her eyes go wide. Hands grabby. And she reaches for the bowl, Steve handing it to her, as you chuckle and stroke back her soft hair lovingly, watching Robin set the bowl on her chest, and rub her socks on the carpet excitedly.

“Baby! Watch this.” Robin sighs up at you eagerly, and you smile back enthused. Holding Robin’s waist as you nod entertained, getting ready for whatever your hyped up girlfriend had just thunk up.

She plucked the small red cherry from the stem, slowly chewing and swallowing it, and she kept her eyes on you, to make sure you were watching.

Of course you wouldn’t go anywhere. Especially not when she’d drawn you in like this.

But your heart, your breathing, the whole world slowed, as Robin spun the cherry stem between her fingers, her eyes now clearly amorous and flirtatious. And with bated breath, you watch as Robin sticks out her tongue, and places the cherry stem there.

She closes her pink lips, and you feel your stomach squeezing in that tingly and addicting way, as you watch her tongue, swirling and bobbing in her mouth, breath fanning on Robin, as you know what trick she’s about to do. Your hands squeezing her waist, as Robin smirks up seductively at you.

And then, Robin starts choking.

You sit her up as she coughs it out immediately, spit and slobber and the stem leaping onto her lap, as Robin splutters. Patting her back and rubbing her arm with a face of concern, you watch your girlfriend look up at you, face red, shocked, still drunk and stoned, and swiping the drool from her lips as she coughs.

While Steve, who just watched her choke, after warning her already, yells out over the music “Robin!”

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[phoebehalliwell]

Yo imagine Wyatt being raised by the cleaners and coming back as an adult but time moves differently in the void (idk where they live) and it’s only been a few minutes. THE DRAMA tm I mean imagine Piper’s outrage! It could encompass a whole freaking season!! And then just because I’m a sucker for Phoebe’s baby living, like they could have stolen this child too! Twice!Blessed Wyatt & Source!Touched Dency as Cleaner siblings 👀

i feel like this would be like the Quintessential like network tv drama move tho like bc like. child actors? who wants em? they’re not that good, there are a whole bunch of rules about how long they can be on set for, you gotta bend over backwards trying to film a scene of theme fighting a demon w/o actually having them be in the room with said demon bc they get scared. bc they’re a child. when instead of having a child actors,,, you could have a grown human actor. amirite lads? i feel like this is definitely like a thing i swear they did this on ouat with belle and rumplestiltskin’s baby bc like. who wants a baby as a character when you can get the abc equivalent of kylo ren i guess? like who wants a baby wyatt when you could have a full grown adult wyatt who is still trying to get a hang of being in a human world bc he’s grown up in like. a void. and i Love the idea of dency being with him too especially bc i think they would form this sibling bond without ever actually know that they’re cousins (bc i don’t think the cleaners would like tell them of their lineage) and i also think powers are like augmented in the void i think both of these kids powers would be dampened probs like to that or a normal witch (and the cleaners would know any better bc uhh quite frankly they don’t host witches very often) so once dency and wyatt go out into the real world and find out they have like powers like a god that’s also gonna be a trip. i also think it’d be like inch resting bc i think obvi dency and wyatt would be drawn to the manor in one fashion or another bc well a) the plot needs it but b) it’s like their ancestral home it’s the nexus they feel the pull and the charmed ones would like equally feel this connection to wyatt and dency bc like you know That’s Their Children but they don’t know that. bc like piper’s been wiped of the idea of wyatt but it’s still something that you know she always mulls over that feeling when you lose a tooth and you can’t help but poke and prod at the lil vacancy where it once was and i think she feels like this really strong connection to wyatt bc she’s like if i had a son i would want him to be like you and i think like the more time she and wyatt spend around each other the more she’d really get echoes of y’know having wyatt but she just thinks they’re like he mind constructing fantasies of what it would have been like to have a kid besides wyatt’s like twentysomething so clearly like they can’t be related but like They Feel Related but it’s probs just the fact that she regrets never having kids latching onto her. leo will occasionally pop in but he doesn’t like spending time around wyatt something about him like puts leo in pain and he can’t figure out why so he thinks it’s just like Instincts and he goes to do some like digging into exactly who this dude is meanwhile piper’s been having this whole crisis about the fact that she never had kids blah blah blah which is specifically dredging up memories for phoebe about her own pregnancy that only last like two months but was still like a very formative time for her (the cleaners got a hold of dency when the source/seer/whatever was vanquished and the found the essence of the sources heir left still imbued with the power of the source of all evil and a charmed one and then went zoinks shouldn’t leave that just lying around that’s way too much power and it’s definitely not be used responsible we’re gonna take this back to The Void™ just to make sure it doesn’t go haywire well much to their surprise within a couple months that essence has now taken the form of a Human Child and they’re like a child but y’know they can’t Kill It because then it’s just release the essence in a less tangible form (also it’s a baby) so they’re like word well okay what if like we raised the kids and another cleaner is like what and the first cleaner is like okay well the whole reason we brought the essence back was so that it didn’t go haywire and destroy everything and make our jobs all a lot more difficult so like what if we raised the kids and taught them the ways of the cleaners! and cleaner two is like what ew no let’s just trap it in a giant ice cube and call it a day and the eldest cleaner is like no cleaner one is onto something so blah blah blah by the time they have to vanish wyatt and entire baby they’re like hey we’ve got another one now we can give dency a sibling!) so like blah blah blah (oh also fun fact in this au dency has the same haircut as the cleaners) and phoebe’s just sorta like she feels like the has this connection to dency but she thinks it’s just cuz she’s like a young witch who like loves her powers and like has a close bond with her sibling and phoebe just thinks she sees herself in dency blah blah blah oh cole’s spirit who is like fuckin creepin around the house or whatever in a very disturbing manner Also Sees Dency and is like hey. hey what’s up with that. blah blah blah leo has done his digging and confronts wyatt like why don’t you exist and wyatt’s like what and leo’s all like aggressive & upset bc he’s trying to protect his family and wyatt’s just like really confused like i was raised in a void with my sister?? like normal people???? and blah blah blah dency gets involved which gets phoebe involved and then piper’s showing up like what’s all this then and leo’s like accusing wyatt of lying and saying like the two of them are trying to infiltrate the family and get closed to the charmed ones to like you know learn magic straight out of the book of shadows something or others and then the cleaners themselves actually show up like okay kids this was fun and all but like it’s time to pack it up like let’s go home and like dency and wyatt are both like hey no we like being like here we like being out in the real world and the cleaners are like okay but you have to think of what’s best the real world just isn’t safe for you you’re too powerful to ever fit it you’ll always be ostracized and made out to be villains it’s better with us it’s safe with us just come home and like you know now paige has also shown up and the charmed ones are like who the hell are you and leo’s like what the actual fuck is going on right now Are Those Cleaners and wyatt and dency are like standing strong with each other and they’re like we can live here we can be safe here like please just give us another chance and the cleaners are like i’m sorry we can’t it’s just too dangerous and wyatt’s like i’m not letting you take me away again! and dency’s like again? and piper’s like yeah again? and phoebe and paige are like what does that mean? and like the gears are turning in leo’s head and like for once he really leans into the emotions that sorta y’know know double double toil and trouble underneath the surface whenever he’s around wyatt bc he always ran from them, they were painful and he figured it was because wyatt was well like evil but now he’s not running and he’s leaning into it and really trying to figure out what he feels and it’s this insane loss and fear and longing but underneath that is like joy and elation and absolute happiness and unconditional love and he remember the time wyatt was born meanwhile phoebe the empath has basically been knocked off her feet with the tidal wave of raw emotion that just shot out from leo and she has the same realization and leo’s like I’m Not Letting You Take My Son Again. and wyatt’s like what and piper’s like what and phoebe like also takes a stand and she’s like dency and wyatt are our family. and you can’t take them. and wyatt and dency are looking at each other like ????? but they’re like game they don’t want to leave and the cleaners are like you know what no No absolutely not and they take dency and wyatt and they wipe the halliwells’ memories and fuck off back into the void but now the ball is rolling and dency and wyatt are like no who are we who were they that was our family and the cleaners are like you don’t have family and dency and wyatt are like that’s not true and you know it and wyatt like piper’s my mother isn’t she and the cleaners are like don’t ask stupid questions and wyatt’s like she is!! i knew it! i fucking knew it!!! and dency sorta sitting there and she’ll totally you know go to bat for wyatt and she believes the halliwells are her family but she just doesn’t feel this connection wyatt has like wyatt Knows piper’s his mother but dency doesn’t feel the same way. she doesn’t have the same connection that like wyatt has. but blah blah blah they aren’t able to argue long bc they’ve sense a shift in the void meaning someone’s out there exposing magic and they go and it’s the charmed ones fucking up things and the cleaners are like word we can get rid of you too and wyatt’s like if you do i’ll go & destroy everything and paige is like yeah love the energy not actually necessary bc you guys aren’t allowed to get rid of us bc well not to flex but we’re the charmed ones and the cleaners are like yeah big whoop and phoebe’s like how familiar are you with the cosmic balance and the cleaners are like . and phoebe’s like yeah though so and paige is like you can’t kill us without drastically tipping the scales. and the cleaners are like fine what do you want and they’re like we want dency and wyatt and the cleaners are like well shouldn’t it be their choice whether or not they want to go with you and the charmed ones are like fine ask them i’m not worried and wyatt’s like i’m going with the halliwells period end statement but then like cleaner one the initial cleaner who was like let’s care and raise dency is like talking to her like please. it’s safer with you here. wyatt feels his connection with them. what do you feel? we raised you, we care for you, we love you, we want to see you safe. we’re your family. and dency’s just like who am i. and the cleaner’s like nothing they would like. and dency’s like that doesn’t answer my question. and the cleaners are like you’re the source’s heir. and the charmed ones are like She’s The What. and dency’s like i’m what. and the cleaners are like you are the daughter of the source of all evil. you are the epitome of power and destruction. but we can keep you safe, we can keep you from hurting anyone. and phoebe’s like are you gonna tell her the rest. and dency’s like tell me what. and phoebe’s like you may be the daughter of the source of all evil. you’re also the daughter of a charmed one. you’re my daughter. and dency’s like What. The Fuck. and the cleaners are like oh don’t be so generous you carried her for all of two months she is not your daughter and dency’s like What. The Fuck. and like paige and piper and in the background and like the gears are turning in their heads like cole’s kid??? and the cleaners are like when we found you you were barely an essence all that was left over from a brutal vanquish and dency’s like WHAT. THE FUCK. and phoebe’s like you took my kid from me! and the cleaners are like you vanquished her! and phoebe’s like we vanquished the seer! we stopped the source of all evil! and it cost me my child don’t you dare say i did this to her and dency’s like you know what actually no and she flames out and piper’s like well i guess you have your decision feel free to get the fuck out of my attic now and the cleaners are like like you guys are assholes and there’s a reason we let prue die 😗✌ and dip and piper’s like if a see another cleaner ever again i’m gonna vanquish that motherfucker So Quick he won’t even have time to ruin yet another one of my family photos. blah blah blah wyatt’s like At Home he’s reunited with his family and they’re so happy to have him back and piper’s like let me cook you a really nice dinner the last time i cooked for you it was just pureed carrots i’m hoping you’re palate’s gotten a little more refined and wyatt’s like thanks mom that really means a lot but i can’t stay here i can’t turn my back on dency she was my family before i even knew i had one i have to go find her so of course the let him go blah blah blah he finds dency blah blah blah heart to heart blah blah blah they all reunite blah blah blah happy ending : )