A Fortuitous Arrangement Ch. 2 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Spanking, Collars, Teasing.

“Thinking about escaping to another world?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He had no desire for them to be interrupted for the rest of the night. It had been a long and tiring day, and the only thing he wanted now was a chance to spend time with Susan without Mrs. Weasley butting in every few seconds. He had been enraptured by the sweet, quiet Hufflepuff on their very first date. By the end of the week, he wasn’t sure why he’d ever thought of backing out from his agreement with Amelia Bones. It wasn’t just Susan’s beauty, although he had lost count of the number of cold showers he had taken the past week. He had fallen hard for the quiet, sensitive redhead, much to the amusement of Tonks who had acted as a chaperone for all their dates.

Susan pulled her head free from the small pensieve tucked in the bottom shelf of her new closet and turned to face her husband with a faint blush on her cheeks. Husband. She was still getting used to being Harry Potter’s wife. Three years of an unnoticed crush and pining for him from afar, and here she was, kneeling on the rug in his bedroom, legally bound to him for the rest of their lives.

Harry ignored his cock twitching at the sight of her diaphanous nightgown hugging her flawless hourglass-shaped body and the fact that she looked so good kneeling and staring up at him. He walked over to his desk and set the plate in his hand down on it before turning back to her with a small smile. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but you skipped dinner so I thought I’d bring you something to eat. What were you watching?”

“A memory my auntie gave me. The day my parents got married,” Susan replied softly.

“I’m sorry our wedding wasn’t the best.”

“Harry, they got married in a ramshackle chapel in Knockturn three days after one of their best friends was killed. My auntie was the only witness in attendance. Compared to them, our wedding was a fairytale.”

Somehow that titbit made him feel worse, not better. He sighed and changed the subject. “Come eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” Susan lied. In truth, despite the rumbling of her stomach, she was far too nervous to eat. It had been a busy day. She had been up since the crack of dawn to get ready for the quick shotgun wedding in a tiny chapel nestled away in the hills behind Godric’s Hollow. There had been no reception and after a tearful goodbye with the only family she had left (it had been the first time she had seen her auntie cry) Sirius and Harry had whisked her away to her new home.

Where the welcome had been… less than pleasant. Between Sirius’ mother calling her a blood traitor and Mrs. Weasley coldly kicking her out of the kitchen before she could so much as make a cup of tea for her new husband, married life had been nothing like what she had imagined.

“Liar,” Harry teased lightly as her stomach chose that very moment to grumble in protest. “We were in your aunt’s office all afternoon going over and signing the agreement. Then we had our…” Harry coughed awkwardly. The self-transformation over the past year that Sirius had inspired hadn’t extended to romantic entanglements. Those, he still had no experience with. “Wedding,” he murmured, his cheeks warm. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.”

Susan nodded shyly, embarrassed that he had so easily caught her lie. She slowly got to her feet, her heavy breasts swaying gently underneath her thin linen gown. Harry tried his best to be discreet but there was no hiding his stare, and Susan ducked her head to hide her blush behind her hair.

“I wasn’t going to eat without my wife, so I brought both our dinners up here.”

“I figured you’d be in the mood for something else and I didn’t want to ruin things on our very first night together,” Susan mumbled, unable to believe her own words. Was she implying what she was?

There’s no use denying it, she reminded herself. He was making no effort to hide his heated gaze. He was a wolf, and she was the poor bunny he planned to devour tonight.

She wasn’t scared. She knew the stories, she knew what to expect. And she was a Bones. Love and Honor, that was their family motto. If Harry was to be her husband, she would love him and honor his wishes.

Even the dirty ones, she thought with a shy giggle.

“Something funny?” Harry asked with a crooked smile that caused her heart to skip a beat.

“There’s only one chair,” Susan deflected, not unwilling to let him have a window into her insane inner ramblings.

Harry chuckled and sat down on the chair, then patted his thighs.

Susan blushed and dithered for just a second before sitting down on his lap, her body stiff and tense.

“Relax,” Harry murmured, pushing aside the plate that covered the food he had brought up to what was now their bedroom. “I’m not going to do what you think I’m going to do,” he murmured, tearing a bread roll in half and holding out one piece for her.

“I’m sorry,” Susan squeaked, holding the piece of bread with trembling fingers.

“For what?”

“Jumping to conclusions,” Susan murmured, her heart jumping into her throat as Harry’s free arm snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against his firm chest. “It’s just, I’ve heard stories…” She hadn’t discussed it during their dates, too shy to talk about it in the presence of their playful chaperone. But she had grabbed every book on the subject she could get her hands on, desperate to ensure Harry didn’t think of her as a clueless virgin (which she was) on their wedding night. At least she knew the basics of everything she’d heard he liked, even if she had no idea how bondage or submission or masochism worked in real life. The thought of all the things he could do to her was equal parts exciting and terrifying, and she wondered if she could gather the courage to divulge her desires now that they were alone and officially married.

“Have you now?” Harry groaned. He dipped a spoon in the steaming bowl of tomato soup and blew on it before holding it out for her. “I love Lavender and Parvati and they’re good friends, but they really need to learn when to stop talking,” he muttered, slowly feeding her spoonfuls of soup. “What’ve you heard?”

“That the three of you had some kind of arrangement-”

“We were friends with benefits,” Harry said frankly, cutting his wife off. “I got close to them when Ron threw a hissy fit and cut me off after the whole Triwizard fiasco. Sirius told me to branch out and make new friends in his whole… ‘Help Harry be the man his parents would have wanted him to be’ thing he was determined to achieve last year and I took his advice. I needed a date to the Yule Ball and Parvati took pity on me. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were naked, cuddling, and arguing who has the better ass, me or Zabini,” Harry explained, holding out a fry for her. He waited for her to get close before tossing it in his own mouth. He winked at her and began chewing.

“So you weren’t dating them?” Susan asked, relaxing in his arms. Despite all the changes, he was still the same sweet, kind man she had fallen for in their second year. The newly found confidence was just a very sexy bonus. And his body… she pressed against his chest, her eyes flickering to the gentle flexing of his biceps every time he picked up the spoon to feed her soup. Susan shut her mouth before she started drooling.

“They make an adorable couple and I had no desire to be a third wheel. Sirius kept telling me to stop living like a hermit, they wanted a friend to join them to spice up their love life, it all made sense.” Harry shrugged. “Funny how much you grow as a person when you have family and friends willing to actually teach you stuff.”

“What about your relatives? You have an aunt and uncle, right?” Sirius had mentioned them in passing in the chapel, but they hadn’t attended the wedding. But then, she supposed the logistics of getting Muggles to a magical chapel unnoticed wasn't exactly easy. The last thing they needed was for Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet to catch wind of the deal between Harry and her auntie before his trial.

Harry’s mood darkened for a second before he brushed her question off with a chuckle. “Let’s just say they were too focused on their own son to teach me things,” he murmured, kissing her head.

It did something to her, that kiss. She felt the same heat pooling in her belly as she had when he’d kissed her in the chapel to seal their union.

“But I never fucked them when they were hungry or scared. If I can extend that basic courtesy to my friends, I sure as hell can do it for my wife,” Harry murmured, chuckling as Susan timidly snatched a french fry from his fingers.

“I’m not,” Susan declared, pretending to be braver than she felt. It wasn’t like her auntie had sold her off to some faceless Pureblood for a political alliance. Susan knew why she had insisted on Harry marrying her, even if the speed and conditions of the deal were more than a little jarring.

“Pretty girl, if you keep lying to me I’ll have to throw you over my knee and slipper you before bed,” Harry whispered, picking up a glass of water and casually taking a sip. “I’ve heard bedtime spankings are a tradition in Pureblood marriages. Tonks gave me a very inappropriate crash course on what to expect after we get married.”

Susan squirmed in his lap and pressed her thick thighs together in an attempt to stop the arousal leaking out of her slick pussy from staining her nightgown. “Her wedding gift to us was a vibrator. Hermione unwrapped it while we were sorting gifts downstairs and I thought I’d die,” Susan mumbled with a nervous giggle. “Mrs. Weasley didn’t like it though.”

Harry frowned. Mrs. Weasley’s behavior towards Susan hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. “Mrs. Weasley has her ideas about what’s proper in a  marriage. That doesn’t mean we have to follow them, love. I’m married to you, not her,” Harry said firmly.

“You don’t have to,” Susan said softly, fighting the comfort of his arms.

“Susan, I promise you, if I spank you, it’ll be because I want to,” Harry said with a chuckle.

“I meant you don’t have to take care of me. I know auntie coerced you-”

“She did no such thing.”

“Mrs. Weasley seems to think so.”

“Mrs. Weasley is wrong. Your aunt was going to help me and Sirius regardless of whether I married you or not.”

“She is?” Susan blinked. “Then why’d you say yes to the marriage?”

“Because I like you,” Harry said simply. “These past seven days have been some of the happiest of my life and that’s because I’ve gotten to spend them getting to know you.”

“O-oh.”

Harry gently wiped her chin clean with a napkin. “Sweetie, your aunt didn’t force me into anything. I’ll admit I’m terrified at the thought of being a parent but there’s a part of me that wants nothing more than a family of my own,” Harry said softly. “Finding Sirius, having him be in my life… gave me a glimpse of the life I could have had growing up. I want that happiness and you’ve mentioned you want it too.”

“I’ve loved to play house since I was a child. Being a healer, a wife… having my own family, that’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Susan whispered. “I know it’s not the most glamorous career or even something important-”

“It’s valid,” Harry said softly, cutting her off. “All dreams are valid. I once ran into a mirror in Hogwarts that showed people their heart’s deepest desires. I saw my parents.”

Susan blinked. “Of course you did, what else would you have seen?”

“You know, for the longest time I used to think I saw them because I wanted them back,” Harry murmured, kissing her shoulder. “But I don’t just want them. I want what they represent. A family. That’s what I want.”

“I can give you a family.” Her cheeks were bright red and her voice was barely audible.

“Good girl.” Harry kissed her shoulder.

“I’m scared,” Susan whispered.

“Susan, I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

“No.” She squirmed in his lap. “I’m scared I won’t be good enough for you. Lavender and Parvati are perfect and today was the first time I kissed someone. I haven’t done anything, I even stopped dating after going out with Finch-Fletchley once. All he did was try to find excuses to grab my bum,” Susan mumbled. She hopped off his lap and ran to her cupboard.

“Susan, I’m not going to judge you. I certainly am not going to compare you to anyone else,” Harry said softly, making a mental note to push Justin Finch-Fletchley’s pompous ass off a cliff and into the lake the first chance he got. He watched her rummage around in a drawer before she turned and held up a thin black choker for him to see. “That’s the collar I got for Parvati as a gag gift. Everyone was gifting their dates to Yule corsages and she dared me to be different,” Harry said, frowning.

“She forgot it in the library and I nicked it. I sometimes wear it when I’m alone in my dorms and pretend we’re… while I…” Susan gestured helplessly at her crotch.

“Oh, so you’re a liar and a thief?” Harry chuckled as he got to his feet. He slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, rolling his shoulders to drop the garment to the floor when he was inches away from her. He grabbed her chin, making her look up at him. His heart was hammering in his chest as he took in her shy expression and big eyes.

Well played, Madame Bones, he thought. It was impossible not to feel protective of the girl in front of her, and he knew deep down there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her safe.

“Now I really will have to punish you,” Harry murmured, swiping his thumb across her soft lips.

“Can you put it on me, please?”

“No.”

“I’ll apologize to Parvati for stealing it and pay her what it costs!”

“Sweetling, a collar is a symbol of our bond. It should be something unique, not a gift I bought for my friend as a joke. You can wear this temporarily, but I’d like us to order your own collar together,” Harry murmured. He cupped her face, his thumbs gently caressing her red cheeks.

“Okay.”

Harry plucked the band of leather from her fingers and gently fixed it around her neck. Her gaze shifted to his shirtless torso, heat pooling in her core as she studied the well-defined muscles of his firm chest. He had come a long way from the tall, lanky boy she had tended to in the Hospital Wing during their second year.

“Harry?” she whispered, her lust-filled expression changing to that of worry as she took in the numerous scars dotting his tanned skin.

“Yes, Susie?”

“Why do you have so many scars?” Susan asked, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. Her auntie had warned her that he hadn’t had the best life growing up but refused to tell her anything more. She had said it wasn’t her secret to tell, and Susan had respected that. But she had expected his upbringing to be something like Lovegood’s, a form of benign neglect, not… She circled around to inspect the long pale strips on his back.

“Please tell me you got these because you’re kinkier than a piece of knotted string and experimented with something dangerous,” Susan begged, her eyes brimming with tears. She knew she was grasping at straws, but she refused to believe anyone would do something so horrible to her sweet, perfect husband.

“It was long ago and they don’t hurt anymore,” was all Harry would say. There was no use dwelling in the past and what had happened. He had no desire to focus on what could have been, not when he had his whole life in front of him.

Susan wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his back, gently tracing each and every one of his scars with her lips. “I’m going to make everything better,” she promised to herself. She kept peppering his skin with kisses, gently caressing every scar she could spot.

“You already are,” Harry whispered, shivering gently in her arms. He raised his hands to let her circle around him once more. Susan kept kissing his scars, determined to commit all of them to her memory. In sickness and in health, she reminded herself. His pain would be her pain. She wouldn’t let him shoulder the weight of the world alone. Not anymore.

“What about this one?” Susan asked, studying an angry red gash on his upper arm that had been covered by his shirt.

“My cousin’s an idiot.” Harry snorted. He had long ago stopped expecting decency from Vernon or Dudley, and nothing they did surprised him anymore. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse and it doesn’t really hurt.”

“Sit on the bed,” Susan ordered.

“Susie, I promise it’s fine-”

“Sit!” Susan glared at him through tear-filled eyes until he sighed and pulled away. He padded over to the bed and flopped on it with a sigh.

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he teased, watching her rummage around in her cupboard once more.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve nursed you back to health, Harry Potter, and I fear it won’t be the last,” Susan muttered, carrying her box of healing supplies over to him.

“You intern with Madame Pomfrey in your free time, don’t you?”

Susan nodded. “I first started crushing on you in the Hospital Wing,” she admitted shyly. “The night you stayed over and I had to take care of you because Madame Pomfrey was so overworked.”

“You fed me Skele-Gro every hour without fail. Merlin, Lockhart was a moron.” Harry groaned at the memory. He hissed as she dabbed Dittany on his wound before gently covering it up with a bandage.

“You are going to let me change this every day till it heals.”

“Yes ma’am.” Harry grinned. He let her pack away her supplies before grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap without warning.

She squealed as she was thrown over his knees, kicking her legs helplessly.

Harry carefully set her box on the floor before summoning the hairbrush that had been Sirius’ wedding gift to them. It was a heavy, ornate thing made of polished wood with a black diamond set into its hilt. It was a Black family heirloom, his godfather had informed him with a barely concealed smirk.

“Harry!”

“Do you know the traffic light system?” Harry asked, his voice crisp and stern. He could feel her relax on his lap and knew his trick to distract her from his scars was working.

Susan shook her head, her red curls flying free from the bun she had secured them in and whipping around. “Can you teach me?”

“Say ‘red’ if you need me to stop. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down. ‘Green’ if I’ve stopped but you are okay with me continuing,” Harry explained, gently pushing her thin gown up to her hips. “Understood?” Harry asked, his gaze fixed on her perfect ass.

His wife was, in blunt terms, a curvy shortstack and quite possibly the sexiest woman he had laid his eyes on.

“H-Harry!” Susan couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as Harry traced the gray-green veins crisscrossing the ivory skin of her firm cheeks.

“I’m going to spank you now, Susan,” Harry murmured, grabbing a pillow. He fluffed it and set it down next to his thighs, letting her use it to hide her red face. “Give me your hands,” Harry ordered, watching her pull her arms behind her back. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them in place with his hand before pushing a leg on top of hers, trapping her body on his lap.

“With a slipper?” Susan squeaked, her eyes wide.

“One day. Tonight, I decided to go with something a bit more traditional,” Harry said with a smirk. He picked up the hairbrush and gently rubbed the cool wood against her large ass. “You wanted me to teach you. Well, your education begins now. I’m going to ask you questions. Your punishment ends as soon as you answer all of them correctly.”

“O-okay,” Susan whispered, trembling with excitement.

Harry pulled the brush away and gently tapped her ass with it.

“Who am I?”

“My husband,” Susan answered. She closed her eyes, letting the unfamiliar calm wash over her. Her mind was blank, her thoughts and worries stuffed into a corner as she settled into a happy place she didn’t know existed. “My friend,” she added softly.

Smack.

Harry brought the brush down on her ass as gently as he could. “How will you address me?”

“Harry?” Susan asked, confused by the question.

SMACK.

Susan groaned at the harder spank. It barely stung, but the thought of a spanking being part of their nightly routine caused a trickle of arousal to leak out of her pussy. “Husband!” she suggested, moaning into the pillow.

SMACK!

“A-ah!” Susan groaned as pink bloomed on her pale skin. She racked her brain for titles she had overheard Lavender and Parvati jokingly use to address Harry. “Sir!”

SMACK! SMACK!

Harry landed blows on both her cheeks, watching the bright pink cheeks with satisfaction. Susan was moaning and squirming in his lap, trying to get away from a punishment she didn’t actually want to escape.

“Master!” she offered, racking her lust-addled brain for the right title.

Harry paused and gave her a minute to catch her breath. “For the record, all of those are acceptable.”

“Why’d you keep spanking me then?” Susan mumbled, pouting into the pillow.

SMACK!

“Ah! I’m sorry!” Susan shrieked when the hairbrush landed on her dripping slit. The lips that guarded her womanhood turned bright pink. The throbbing pain radiating through her core caused a gush of arousal to seep out of her and stain the wood of the hairbrush.

“Do you get turned on by the thought of your husband disciplining you?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Susan mumbled.

“I can’t hear you, sweetie.”

SMACK!

He brought the hairbrush down on her pussy again.

“YES!” Susan screamed, bucking her hips as she shed the last of her inhibitions. She wanted him inside her. She needed him to claim her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He shifted back to her ass, watching in satisfaction as her firm, red cheeks jiggled with the force of each blow.

“Who’s my good girl?” Harry asked, dropping the hairbrush on the bed.

“I am, sir,” Susan whispered tearfully. She was sobbing and her ass was on fire, but she had never felt happier or more alive than she did in that moment. She had finally found her place in the world, and she knew it.

Harry kept her pinned in place while he massaged her ass, gently kneading her firm cheeks till the sharp stinging subsided to a dull ache.

“Will you lie to me again?”

“Never,” Susan said hoarsely as she stumbled off his lap onto unsteady feet.

“Good, because I need to know… did you ask me to put that collar on you because you thought I wouldn’t like you if you didn’t do all of this with me?” Harry asked, gesturing to the brush on the bed. “I don’t want to force you into anything, Susie.”

Susan shook her head. “I… I only know what I’ve read and heard. You’ll have to teach me the rest. I’m sorry I wasn’t better but if you teach me-”

“You were my perfect angel,” Harry whispered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.

“Then why don’t you want this?” Susan asked, biting her lip worriedly. Did he think she was too innocent? She had worn the sexiest thing she owned for their first night together, but she knew it was probably very tame compared to what he was used to.

“I do,” Harry sighed. “I do, Susan, but only if you want it too.”

“You don’t mind the fact that you’ll have to teach me everything?” Susan asked shyly.

“I love it. Gives me more opportunities to spank you.” Harry winked and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. His chapped lips brushed against her soft ones and he held her there for a minute, his hands freely exploring her curves as they kissed.

Heaven, Susan decided, was very real.

“What now?” Susan asked, awaiting his instructions.

“Now,” Harry yawned, pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes. “Bed.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to-” Susan gestured at her body, her cheeks turning as red as her ass.

“Don’t want to… what?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You know.” Susan gestured at her body once more.

“Use your words, Susie. Do what?” Harry asked, an amused expression on his face.

Susan squirmed and glared at her husband. He was doing it on purpose! He knew exactly what she was trying to say.

“Fulfil your duty as a husband?”

“I was led to believe I had quite a few of those.”

“The most important one,” Susan squeaked, stomping her foot in frustration.

“Keeping you safe and happy?”

“The other one!”

“Making sure there’s food on the table?” Harry asked, feigning ignorance. “I would love to cook for you, but we just ate.” Harry pointed to the plate on his desk.

“FUCKING ME,” Susan blurted, a mortified expression on her face once she realized what she had said. “Uh… that. You know… the thing we’re supposed to do on our wedding night…” Susan mumbled, coughing delicately.

“Oh, yeah. We are supposed to do that, aren’t we?” Harry chuckled and pulled her into his lap.

Susan groaned quietly but nuzzled into him, resting her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady thumping of her heartbeat.

“I want our first time to be something we never forget. Not something we arse our way through after a tiring day. Do you mind waiting until we settle down into our new lives?” Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her. He had no intention of sleeping with her until she was fully comfortable with him.

Susan shook her head.

Harry kissed her forehead and pulled them both up on the bed. He turned to let her sleep on the bed, but she clung to him, refusing to move. She curled up on top of him, yawning cutely as he pulled a blanket to cover them.

Sleep came quickly and for the first time all summer, Harry dreamed of pale green eyes and adorable smiles instead of death and blood-curling laughter.

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“Good morning!” Susan said cheerfully as she limped into the kitchen. She was wearing her temporary choker, a pair of paint-splattered shorts, and a Quidditch jersey she had nicked from Harry’s cupboard. If she could legally never be Susan Potter, it only felt right to wear a piece of clothing with her husband's name emblazoned on the back.

“Mornin,” Tonks murmured, picking up her cup of tepid black coffee for a sip.

“What’s gotten into you, shortie?” Sirius asked, ruffling the Daily Prophet. He skipped past all the bullshit on the front pages and went straight to the back, where all the unexplained attacks and disappearances were crammed into small paragraphs. They were scarce on details but while he was trapped in the house, it was the best information he could get on the state of the war.

“Your godson, that’s what,” Tonks mumbled, yawning lazily. “I doubt you’d know, but good dick can do wonders for a girl’s confidence.”

“I’ll brew up some fresh coffee for you,” Susan squeaked. Her cheeks were bright red as she grabbed the mug from a chuckling Tonks. She whirled around with a quiet, “ow”, and slowly limped into the empty kitchen.

“I wouldn’t know?” Sirius hissed.

“I mean, you look like you’re out of practice old man. When was the last time you made a girl limp like that?” Tonks asked with a smirk. She leaned back in her chair and watched Susan happily bustle around the kitchen.

“You’re insufferable, Nymphadora,” Sirius groused. “If you must know, there was a time I used to date Marlene McKinnon.”

“The lead singer for the Weird Sisters?” Tonks asked with wide eyes. “No. Way.”

“Did someone say the Weird Sisters?” Susan asked. “Do you mind if I put on some music?”

“Please. A graveyard is more cheerful than meal times in this house,” Tonks said with a snort. “I have to confess, the new redhead in that kitchen is a massive improvement over the previous one,” she whispered to Sirius. Tonks wondered how Molly would react when she saw all her depressing rules being broken by Harry’s new bride.

Susan switched on the neglected radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the dials till she hit a station playing, ‘I Used to Love a Man’.

“I love Marlene McKinnon,” Susan said cheerfully as she cracked eggs in a glass bowl.

“Apparently, so does Sirius,” Tonks teased.

“Shut up,” Sirius groused, but he had a massive smile on his face.

Notes:

I plan to explore Harry and Susan's seven days of courtship and things that happened in that week and tie it to specific events through flashbacks starting from Chapters 3 and 4 which will be out on the 5th! So, for example, there'll be a flashback of everyone's reaction to the news and it will tie into Susan asserting her right to take care of Harry to Mrs. Weasley. There will be no bashing (I don't do it in any of my stories), but I won't shy away from exploring real flaws of characters because making everyone perfect makes a story boring.