"Serendipity"

the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

21st December 1996

Oh, how she loved Athena, asleep without a care in the world. The dangers of the Wizarding World had just been forgotten as she slept in their bed. The soft snoring told her that Athena needed the weekends. The way Athena clung onto her arm to tell herself that her wife was close and safe.

Athena's presence, even in sleep, was a testament to the magic that bound them together—a magic stronger than any spell.

The soft ambience of a lazy Sunday afternoon showered the room in a warm glow, the sun filtering through the curtains.

Fleur, tender and attentive, felt the delicate stands of Athena's brunette hair away from her face, as gentle as she could have been. The soft sun-kissed freckles, like tiny constellations scattered across her skin, were revealed. They aren't quite obvious, but to Fleur, they were treasures of life—the kind that one would find in quiet, intimate moments.

In a way, these freckles were akin to the hidden scars and the tattoos adorned on her body—like a map, guiding through the worst and best experiences Athena had lived through.

Athena, feeling the tender touch and the warmth of Fleur's gaze and touch, shifted closer to its source. It was instinct—a gravitation toward the comforting embrace of her wife. The quiet moment spoke volumes, a language of connection that will never be described with words because it is impossible.

Fleur smiled to herself, watching her wife sleep as the features of her beauty danced in the sun.

"Stop staring."

"What? I can't stare at my wife?"

"It's creepy when I'm sleeping," Athena whined, pushing Fleur's face away as she snuggled deeper into the pillows. Fleur laughed before kissing the hand on her face. It seemed like Athena was falling back asleep. "What time is it?"

"Almost noon."

"And you're still in bed?" Muffled against the pillows, Fleur inches closer.

"I have nothing planned, but I've done my morning routine already."

Athena let out a muffled noise, acknowledging her wife, who was placing kisses on her ear and hair, down to her neck. Fleur climbed onto Athena, straddling her waist as Athena was face down into the pillows.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a massage."

"Ugh," Athena let out softly as Fleur squeezed on the right spot on her shoulders, doing so for a bit before trying to release the tension in her neck. Fleur knew that Athena was enjoying everything she did with the muffled noises she made.

"This isn't supposed to sound dirty."

"Merlin, do I sound like that?"

"If that is when I'm fucking you, then it's a yes."

Athena scoffed and patted Fleur's thigh for her to get off. Without a second thought, Fleur tied up her hair and headed out of the room to make lunch. Athena really thought Fleur was going to do something else.

"Oh, my brothers wanted to have dinner together. Would you want to come or no?" Athena yawned. walking into the kitchen in Fleur's current quidditch team's sweater.

"Yes, I would love to come."

Fleur couldn't help but gawk at her wife, who appreciated how effortlessly she made her sweater look elegant. There is nothing better than seeing Athena wearing her team's colours—the simplicity of elegance.

"Looks a lot better on me, doesn't it?"

Fleur chuckled in response.

Wrapping her arms around her wife's body as she places kisses on Fleur's neck is a common thing every time Fleur is cooking.

"Whatchu making?"

"Fish and Chips."

"Huh," Athena said, surprised.

"What? You said you missed the simplicity of British food."

"You remembered?"

"Yes, my memory is better than yours after all."

Athena laughed in response, muffling her laugh in Fleur's neck, who shied away because she was ticklish. Fleur pushed Athena away, urging her to relax and wanting her mind to run in the fairy tale of the book she was reading.

And Athena responded with the cheesiest thing she could have thought of.

"I am in a fairy tale."

—ew—

Arms hooked with one another as they walked down the street, wasting time as they waited on Athena's brothers where they wanted to have dinner. Paris has never been brighter before they head for the wizarding side of the city.

It's always festive.

It's like every day there's a birthday.

Fleur found herself stopped by a great number of people, all eager to catch up with the Quidditch superstar. Athena stood back, the proudest observer, watching as Fleur gracefully navigated through the sea of fans. She knew Fleur belonged in the limelight, and she would get attention wherever she went. With Quidditch, it would be her as the star chaser for the team, not her Veela traits. Athena's heart swelled with pride, seeing Fleur's impact on the Quidditch community and the genuine admiration and joy she brought to her fans.

Despite the crowd of people surrounding Fleur, Athena managed to maintain a respectful distance, allowing her wife to enjoy the interactions. She basks in the success and recognition Fleyr earned through her dedication and determination to the sport.

As Fleur's hands got a little too full, Athena took on the role of her assistant. With a supportive smile, she took care of and managed all the gifts to ensure that Fleur could interact with her fans without getting too overwhelmed.

The shared glance, the subtle touches, and the seamless teamwork were as clear as day to those who knew of their marriage.

"And you are?" An older witch asked, seeing that Athena was just helping out.

"She's my wife!" Fleur voiced excitement after receiving a really cute figurine that was made for her. Athena's smile only got bigger after that high-pitched voice of her wife's appearance.

"Bonsoir, je suis Athena."

Athena introduced herself for a quick minute, shaking the old woman's hands and trying to get rid of her attention. Fleur will never miss a chance to show off her wife.

"Wait! I also made one for your wife." The fan chimes, scrambling to find Athena's figurine. The two women look at one another, very surprised. "I went to school with Fleur, just two years behind."

"You don't know your juniors," Athena gasped.

"My school is a lot bigger than yours."

"When they came back, she was wearing your jersey."

"You were wearing my jersey?" Athena teased as the red crept up Fleur's face, sea blue eyes avoiding those blessed golden eyes. Veela's eyes focused on the ground, a telltale sign of her clear embarrassment. Fleur's junior couldn't contain her amusement. She grinned at the interaction between the two; it was clear as day—the unspoken love and connection that made all the teasing even more delightful for Athena.

Athena continued with her playful banter, revelling in the amusement of catching Fleur off guard.

"I must say, it does look better on you than it does on me." She chuckled, and the twinkle in her eyes deepened.

Fleur, attempting to regain her composure, shot Athena a mock glare before trying to focus on her fans, ignoring the low and sultry voice of her wife.

"Well, your jersey is so much more comfortable than mine."

"Wouldn't be better off? On the floor of our bedroom." Athena teased, in Spanish, smirking at the shade of crimson on her wife's face, who still couldn't quite meet Athena' gaze.

"I figured, with how much she flaunts and talks about you, both of you will eventually be married."

"You figured correct, obviously," Athena chuckles, accepting the figurine, and her head is huge, the same as Fleur's. Awfully adorable. "Merci Beaucoup."

Oh, Athena will be having a great time teasing Fleur even more now.

The Auror let her Chaser continue to have the spotlight before her twin's Patronus found her shoulder. It whispered in her ear before disappearing before anyone could see it. But of course, Fleur noticed that small silver lion land on her wife's shoulder.

"Should we go now?" Fleur asked, still giving autographs. Parents are urging their children to talk to Fleur and get one because they want it too.

Fleur Isabelle Delacour (Ashryver) has become a legend in the French league.

"No, they can wait."

Fleur tried to finish up as fast as she could, but they kept coming before she had to stop after noticing her wife getting fidgety. Her senses are through the roof, and she can't keep focusing because there are too many people.

"I guess we'll have to catch up another time. I'll see you all the next Saturday, I hope."

"Of course!"

Fleur smiled, letting Athena wrap her arm around her waist, and gave her a second to give one last autograph before apparating out.

"What's happening next Saturday?"

Athena genuinely forgot, fixing her wife's hair. There is so much work she has to do that parts of her personal life just slip from her mind.

Not that she wanted that to happen.

"The finals."

"The finals? Already?!"

Fleur chuckled as she nodded, fixing Athena's collar, and found it funny how Athena had been there for almost every match and never kept track. But she is also worried that her memory is getting worse.

"Oui Mon Cherie."

"Huh," Athena exclaimed, sensing her twin rushing out of the restaurant to escort them in. "Did you know it's the Finals?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh fuck so it's just me."

"But Athy, you are basically in charge of the bureau because our two bosses are involved in politics."

"Oh, that's gonna be me sooner or later."

The ambience of the upscale restaurant was infused with a soft glow, casting a warm hue over the polished tables and elegant décor. Damon, the ever-chivalrous brother, saw the two women as they entered and quickly pulled the chair for Fleur while Atlas pulled out for his twin, and Corvus couldn't contain his joy and excitement upon seeing both women; it had been too long. He practically bounced towards Athena and Fleur to hug both women.

"Oh, my Merlin, my brothers are gentlemen."

"Oh pissed off," Corvus scoffed, letting his youngest sister get settled as he let her go.

"Capitaine," Damon mocked, helping his sister with her coat. Athena wanted to take the napkin but Fleur beat her to it and laid it properly on her lap.

Athena is getting everything done for her.

From getting comfortable for dinner to ordering for her. Her brothers and wife knew every little thing she liked it's hilarious to Ava, Olivier and Angel.

Athena turned to look at what was behind her, sensing that apparently every diner was intrigued upon staring at them. She glared at every single pair of eyes laid on them while playing with their minds a little.

"Sister, stop it," Corvus voiced, tapping on her elbow. Athena shrugged, turning back around, very satisfied with herself.

"Your jersey, mon cher, is for good luck."

"Good luck?" Athena chuckled as she reached out to gently caress her fingers. "I might need this interesting strategy of yours when I meet you on the field."

"Or on our bed."

A sultry whisper escaped Fleur's lips. Against the shell of Athena's ear, Athena nervously laughed softly to herself, knowing full well that she could never handle the way her wife could effortlessly inject a dose of sensuality into their interactions, which was both a source of amusement and a testament to their relationship.

"On your knees, Capitaine."

She indeed went on her knees when they got back home.

—aha! no smexy stuff for you—