Patrick Stump Imagines

78 - "I'll always be around New York."

A fic inspired by the ending of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (between Jacob and Queenie bc I love them so much), so it's going to have a little bit of spoilers.

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It seemed that nothing happened in New York after the wizards returned it back with ease. Aside from that, they also wiped everyone's memories about the harmful encounter with an Obscurus.

Y/N stopped in her tracks as she realized that the rain, together with the Swooping Evil's sap can wipe away her magical memories.

"I wouldn't faint or something, right?" Y/N asked Patrick, who has his head hanging low. As much as he wanted to keep her, he couldn't.

"No," Joe suddenly muttered, on behalf of Patrick.

"It's going to be like waking up from a dream, Y/N." Pete said.

"And I couldn't stand it that you're all...going to be part of some sort of a dream." Y/N pursed her lips, in an attempt to fight the tears.

"What are you going to do after this?" Andy asked.

"I guess I'll try to write boring stories again and persuade publishing centers to accept my work in installment payments."

Y/N took a step, but Patrick grabbed her coat, stopping her.

"Y/N, don't go." He whispered and pulled her suddenly into a hug, burying his nose on her hair.

"I don't want to go, but I have to." Y/N replied. She blinked several times, keeping her thoughts at bay. "But if you're going to be around, you know where to find me. I'll always be in New York, Patrick. There's nothing else I could run to."

Patrick watched as Y/N removed her bracelet and placed it in his palm.

"I want you to keep this." She muttered, looking dearly in his eyes. "My mother gave that to me before she died. It's the only possession I only have."

"Then, why are you giving me this?"

"Because as time passes, you will all still clearly remember me, but I will not. I hope, that this, when we meet again, will remind me of...I don't know. I just hope that it'll remind me of something if we crossed paths again." Y/N wore the bracelet on Patrick's wrist. "It's just going to be like a dream, right?"

Y/N walked out of the shed and opened her arms, welcoming the rain into her body. As she closed her eyes, Patrick made an umbrella from his wand and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"I will always love you, Y/N L/N." Patrick muttered afterwards.

When Y/N opened her eyes, she suddenly realized that she was drenched in the rain and have no idea why she was standing in the middle of it. Instead, she shook her head and laughed as she stomped the water piling on the ground.

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A few months passed, after having a secret donor, Y/N used the Occamy Eggshells to publish a limited number of her books. Instead of writing silly love stories, she wrote every memory of hers as if it happened in reality. Well, it did, but she was certain that it was only a dream.

Her books began to hit various bookstores and audiences aged from 12 to mid-30s.

And now that her career, somehow skyrocketted, she was able to find herself a comfortable apartment where she could sip hot cocoa, continue writing the sequels of her books and admire the New York scenery.

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On one busy Thursday, she hosted a book-signing event. Of course, some of her fans gathered and overwhelmed Y/N. She never expected things like this to happen. If she was given a chance, she would like to find her donor to thank whoever he was in person.

She signed books, took pictures and gave pieces of advice. But the last person in line, made her stand up from the chair she's seated at.

Y/N felt like they've met before, but she couldn't remember when.

Patrick, on the other hand, flashed a smile at her, presenting the books he wanted to be signed.

"Me and my friends are big fans of yours." He muttered. Y/N offered him a chair as she would like to ask him questions.

"Have we met before?"

"Ah, yes. We're childhood friends." Patrick said, his voice croaking. "And you know, we lost each other and met out of a sudden in the bank."

"Oh." Y/N said as she signed the books. She returned the books and stared at him thoroughly.

"You honestly look like someone." She murmured.

"Hmm?"

"You look like the man of my dreams. I mean, it's like I've really seen you before. Err...it's probably my feeble mind...um, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to ask you out for a muffin or coffee and a little bit of chatting. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that." Patrick replied with no hesitation, wanting to enjoy the short period of time with her.

"Great, because I'm done with my book signing event."