𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 | WTM

𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈?

The pale morning light streamed through the window, soft against the tangled sheets. Ollie stirred, still wrapped in Four's t-shirt, the fabric hanging loose on her frame. Four sat on the edge of the bed beside her, his hand resting lightly on her waist as he watched her.

Her eyes fluttered open, lashes heavy with sleep, and she smiled up at him, her voice soft, unguarded, and unmistakably British.

"Good morning."

In the Great Hall, James muttered under his breath about "having that boy's head," while Lily gave him a sharp elbow, though her eyes never left Ollie with a quiet, protective softness. Harry groaned, scrunching his face in embarrassment at the whole scene, while William, grinning ear to ear, leaned forward proudly, though even his chest tightened with the same protective instinct.

Four froze for a moment, his brow furrowing as he caught the change. He leaned closer, studying her with quiet intensity. "Hey," he murmured back, a smile tugging at his lips despite the question forming in his eyes.

Ollie rolled onto her back, stretching her arms above her head with a wide yawn. She turned her head to look at him again, still too tired to catch herself.

"You're speaking differently," he said slowly, his voice low, curious. "Your accent. That's not... how you usually sound."

Her heart skipped, and for a moment she almost laughed. Trust Four to notice something like that. She waved a hand lazily, brushing it off. "I'll tell you about it another time," she said with a tired smirk, trying to play it off even as her voice betrayed her roots again.

Gasps and whispers rippled through the Great Hall as the scene unfolded, Hogwarts students instantly picking up on the reveal. Harry flushed, sinking into his seat, muttering that this was "way too weird" to watch. 

He narrowed his eyes slightly, not convinced, but let it go. Instead, he stood and reached for her hand, tugging her gently from the sheets. "Come on," he said, tone lighter now. "I'm gonna show you something."

Ollie groaned, flopping back dramatically before finally letting him pull her up. "Fine, fine. But if it's not worth leaving this bed for, I'm hitting you."

Four chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as watched her get changed.

The Four and Ollie shippers giggled uncontrollably, squealing over the playful intimacy between them and how natural they already were together.

Four guided Ollie up the last metal steps until they emerged onto the rooftop. The wind whipped around them, carrying the hum of the compound far below. He leaned casually against the railing, nodding toward the far end of the yard.

"Look," he said quietly.

Ollie followed his gaze, narrowing her eyes. "Erudite," she muttered, folding her arms. "Well, that's not suspicious at all."

"Yeah," Four said. "They're here every morning. I've been watching them for weeks."

Ollie raised an eyebrow, lips quirking. "Weeks? And you didn't think to mention the science geeks loitering at our doorstep before now?"

He ignored the jab, his eyes still fixed on the loading dock.

Ollie leaned on the railing beside him, tilting her head as she watched the crates being unloaded. "What are they doing at Dauntless? Are they redecorating? Probably decided the place needs a splash of blue."

"Loading in supplies. Computers. And these." Four's voice hardened as he pointed toward a smaller crate — vials glinting faintly inside.

Ollie's sarcasm faltered. Her brows furrowed. "What is it?"

"I think it's some kind of cognitive transmitter," Four said. His tone was clipped, serious. "You inject it like a serum."

Ollie blinked, scoffing lightly. "Brilliant. Just what the world needs — science juice that makes people even less tolerable."

"Why?" she pressed after a beat, softer now.

Four glanced at her, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "It's supposed to make you more susceptible to suggestion. But... with as many as they have—" His voice dropped, heavy. "They could create an army."

Ollie let out a low whistle, leaning back against the rail as her smirk faded. "An army of Erudite puppets. Lovely. And here I thought initiation was the worst thing we'd have to survive."

Hogwarts fell silent at Ollie's sharp shift from sass to seriousness, some students exchanging uneasy glances as they realized just how dangerous Erudite really was, while Lily and James looked stricken at the thought of their daughter caught in the middle of it.

The loud crackle of the PA system startled Ollie, making her shoulders jump.

MAN (ON PA): "Attention, all initiates report for final testing. All initiates report for final testing."

The announcement echoed over the rooftop, carried by the wind.

Ollie didn't say anything this time — no jab, no sarcastic quip. She just stood there, gripping the railing a little too tightly, her knuckles pale against the metal. For once, her usual smirk was gone, replaced by a flicker of unease in her eyes.

Four stepped closer, his voice low but steady. "You're ready," he said firmly, searching her face until her gaze met his.

She tried to nod but the movement was stiff, the nerves clear.

He reached out, his hand brushing the stray hairs from her face. "You can do this."

For a moment, the rooftop noise seemed to fade, the weight of his words pulling her back from the edge of her spiraling thoughts. Her lips parted like she wanted to make some sassy remark, but it never came. Instead, she just exhaled shakily, giving him the smallest nod of agreement.

Four's hand lingered on her cheek before he let go. "Come on," he said gently. "We'll face it head-on. Dauntless style."

Ollie drew in a deep breath and followed him toward the stairs, her heartbeat loud in her ears.

The Great Hall watched in hushed awe, the weight of Ollie's nerves tugging at their chests — but when Four brushed her hair back and steadied her with such quiet care, a wave of muffled squeals and knowing giggles rippled through the shippers, who were practically melting over the tenderness in his touch.

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A/N 

Tell me why it's so hard to write reactions I'm going INSANE AHHH

Once I finish this book I might make another book but it won't be a WTM it'll be like the story of Four and Ollie and will have more scenes

But idk xx