Charles Leclerc

Charles leclerc

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Lorenzo Berkshire

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Sometimes it's hard to face reality

Parings... Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Warning... swearing, angst

Trope.... arranged marriage au

Summary... Y/n and Lorenzo are betrothed. Y/n is trying to make their marriage an easier one but Lorenzo is stubborn and ends up hurting her feelings.

Y/n had always known that her family had traditional values. Coming from an old, pure-blood Slytherin lineage, she had expected certain things. But when her parents told her about the arranged marriage with Lorenzo Berkshire, a boy in her year, she was taken aback. She knew Lorenzo; everyone did. He was handsome, with sharp features softened by a rare, genuine smile. Yet he was a bit pompus, and maybe a little bit of a flirt though, he seemed to be a good guy.

Lorenzo, on the other hand, was less than pleased when his parents told him about the arrangement. He had plans for his life that didn’t include being tethered to someone he barely knew at thirteen. Despite his frustrations, he kept his feelings to himself, determined not to be unkind to Y/n, who he knew was innocent in all this.

Y/n, determined to make the best of the situation, started by trying to befriend Lorenzo. She baked him his favorite pastries, pumpkin pasties and treacle tarts, hoping they would break the ice. She attended all his Quidditch games, cheering louder than anyone else when he caught the Snitch or made a brilliant play that distracted the other teams seeker.

Lorenzo, though appreciative of her efforts, found them overwhelming. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he tried to gently distance himself, thanking her politely but avoiding deeper interaction. Y/n, however, was persistent. She saw beyond his aloof exterior and noticed the kind glances, the quiet acts of consideration he thought she didn’t see and how he'd get his friends to make sure she was okay with their unfavorable situation.

One evening, after a particularly grueling Quidditch practice, Lorenzo found Isabella waiting for him outside the common room with a freshly baked batch of chocolate cauldron cakes. His patience, already worn thin by the day’s exertions, snapped.

“Y/n, can you just leave me alone for once?” he blurted out. “I didn’t ask for any of this. I don’t need your constant attention or your baking or even this stupid fucking engagement. Just… stop.”

Y/ns face fell. She hadn’t expected such harshness from him. “I’m sorry, Lorenzo. I just wanted to make things better for us. I never asked for this either but at least I am trying. ”

“Well, you’re not making anything. You’re just making it worse,” he retorted, immediately regretting his words as he saw the hurt in her eyes.

She fled, tears blurring her vision, and didn’t hear his half-hearted apology. That night, her friends comforted her, encouraging her to spend time with others and not waste her affections on someone who didn’t appreciate them instead they argued that they weren't engaged yet and she hade just as much freedom as he did.

Over the next few weeks, Y/n took her friends’ advice to heart. She started spending more time with her classmates, including a kind Ravenclaw named Anthony. They studied together, laughed together, and she found herself enjoying his company.

Lorenzo noticed. The absence of her unwavering support felt like a missing piece in his life. He missed her baked treats, her cheers at his Quidditch games, and most of all, her warm presence. He watched her with Ethan, jealousy gnawing at him. It dawned on him that he had been incredibly foolish. Though his friends didn't spare him their opinions on the situation either.

Determined to make amends, Lorenzo began his quest for forgiveness. He started by going to her her favorite study spots claiming to have just bumped into her, offering small gestures of goodwill. He brought her books she had mentioned wanting to read, offered to help her with Potions assignments, and even baked for her, despite his lack of culinary skills.

Y/n was wary at first, hurt by his earlier rejection. But Lorenzo’s persistence was hard to ignore. He apologized earnestly, admitting his fear and confusion about their betrothal.

“I was scared, Y/n. I thought pushing you away would make it easier, but I was wrong. I miss you. I miss us, whatever we could be. Please, give me another chance let me show you that we could be happy together,” he pleaded one evening by the lake.

Y/n looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. She hesitated before nodding slowly. “Alright, Lorenzo. But it’s not going to be easy. You hurt me.”

“I know, and I’ll spend however long it takes to make it up to you,” he vowed.

From that moment, they started anew. Lorenzo made an effort to show her he cared, not just through grand gestures but in the small, everyday moments. He listened to her, supported her, and showed genuine interest in her life. She attended his Quidditch matches, never missing out on the chanec to cheer for him ,and study sessions became talking for hours on end, building a friendship that grew into something more.

As the months passed, their bond deepened. Y/n saw the kind, caring and sometimes mischievous side of Lorenzo he had kept hidden from everyone else, while Lorenzo admired Y/n’s resilience and warmth. Their arranged marriage no longer felt like a burden but a promise of a future built on mutual respect and growing affection.

By their seventh year, Y/n and Lorenzo were inseparable. They had navigated the complexities of their betrothal, turning an arrangement into a relationship built on trust and love. Their friends welcomed the couple wholeheartedly and their parents had no concerns as they were close to securing a suitable match for their children.

Forever 16...

I was 16 when you passed away.

3 months have passed and

I am 17 now

Yet

I will forever be 16 to you...

in another universe, we have more time and I won’t ever have to live without you.

Miss you, darling. Miss you so much. I hurt you so much when I was hurting, and it was the same from you to me. I hope you're doing well and I hope you don't ever get near me. I'm sorry for resenting you