#but her recent answered ask unintentionally gave me courage

[laurzzz]

Robo-Boyfriends AU (My Sona Version) - Effort

Woe word-less comic be upon ye! I think it's very fitting with my sona being mouthless LMAO. I haven't worked on RBAU in a short while so take this thingy before I continue to work on MO again :thumbsup::thumbsup:

Explanation/vent under the cut (it's VERY long, so know you've been warned)

I'm tired. I'm tired of pretending it doesn't affect me at all. I'm tired of not wanting to express genuine frustration on my blog. I've been trying my best to keep my blog and every other platform I have as a place of escape for myself. I want it to only be filled with mostly good and optimistic things. I already get enough crap and more in my private life, I don't want to see reminders of them in places where I want to escape. Which is why I've been pretending to not see the numbers, that I don't feel under appreciated, that I don't vent as much when I want to or when I do I'm quick to delete them.

I know that many artists online go through this and have expressed their frustration on this experience-- where they put in so much effort and time on their works and they barely get any feedback or interactions or when they do get feedback it's often on the works they don't even put that much effort in. I love RBAU and Cloud Nine.. they're my AUs that basically gained the most traction here but the time and effort I gave to making those comics and random pieces of gradient-themed drawings don't even compare to the rendered pieces or the animated works I've made for them.

As much as I appreciate the reblogs and comments on the posts that reached so many people, I often wonder why it's always the works that I didn't put my all into. It makes me feel discouraged... not in continuing to draw or make creative work, but to actually put in more effort. But if I'd do that--stop putting in more effort-- then I would only make myself even more miserable as I don't like stagnation. I hate stagnation. I hate getting bored of the things that mean so much to me. Sharing my art and improving on it means too much to me.

But it's weird because I tend to observe the interactions with other blogs. They look to put in so much effort and make such beautiful rendered pieces that I adore and yet they are appreciated as deserved. While there are artists who make "shitposts" (their words) who also gain so much traction and appreciation. This observation makes the voices in my brain start correlating the quality of my work to the interactions. If I'm being completely transparent, I get these thoughts a lot. But I also don't believe them. I don't want to believe them.

Before anyone starts saying "ohhh you shouldn't attach your appreciation of your work from external factors" etc etc-- I KNOW. I am FULLY aware. I'm completely aware and have rationalized this situation over and over. That this is just how the internet goes. That these are factors I don't have control over. That my work is gold and it doesn't have to be determined as such by numbers. That someday the people who appreciate my works will find me. I. Know.

Still, knowing these things doesn't make the feelings disappear. It's like I want to be mad, and cry at the same time but also understand that I just can't really do anything about this but let it be. It's as if the more I care about a project, the less likely people will. I don't want to pretend like I don't care about a project just for it to be appreciated. But I also don't want to feel as if I'm not getting as much appreciation or attention that I think my work deserves.

I've been experimenting with my works and how I post them here on Tumblr and on YT since last year. The ones that are shitposts are seriously what gets more attention AHAHAHA I am laughing with frustration. Look, I love making memes and poking fun with characters as much as the next viewer and artist but by god. I can't just keep churning out funny haha low substance stuff in exchange for interactions. That's not the kind of artist that I am. I like making things that has lore; that has depth to them. Like how I tend to make lore heavy AUs right after getting my silly, lighthearted works blow up just to remind myself that the relationship I have with my works will not grow if I keep chasing after the interactions, the numbers by prioritizing quantity over quality.

Or maybe people just don't like my ideas? I guess that's a possibility too. Maybe my ideas just don't resonate with people enough. It's not "consumable" enough. Or maybe they don't like my art/writing/animation style. Yet more factors that's out of my control. But I also get told that people like my art, my writings, my animations. And they mean so, so much to me. But it just doesn't add up sometimes, y'know? If people like my work and stick around because they like my art no matter the fandom then why don't I see it? Thoughts like these make me feel so ungrateful actually.

I'm sure there are many people who look up to me as an artist and think how "popular" I am. I've been told this so many times. And yet, I don't feel either of those as strongly. Hell, even as I type this long vent out, I feel like people will not even care. Or worse. Perhaps they may think I'm focusing on the wrong things or think I'm being insecure and jealous of other people's well-deserved appreciation from others.

For the record, I am not. I think every single (actual, not AI) artists put in so much effort and love to their own works most of the time and if they get appreciation for it then I'm sure as hell that they've been seeking for it too and now that they're getting it and it's there then they should bask in it and rejoice. They really should.

Sigh. This is getting far too long. I'll stop here. I hope my words and my thoughts came out clearly. I'm writing this out late at night. Don't worry, I'll still be putting in the effort I've been putting in lately. I'm still going to work on MO, and give my best to make Assassin Eclipse's design to be as on par with Assassins Sun and Moon. I'm still going to write and continue the lore in the fic. I'm still going to animate the lore-heavy Welcome Home animation I've been working on slowly day by day. I just wanted to let this all out. Venting it to my friends just seem to not be enough. I gotta express it where people can see it. I think this is just my last straw too. I've been holding out for so long and 2024 really hasn't been that kind to me lately that I just can't anymore.

Anyway, the next post will be much lighter, I promise.

#sorry i focused too much on my dca related works but this also applies to all the other fandom stuff ive created on here and on YT #oh also #thank you and shout out to xit #i was having doubts on posting this before i sleep tonight #but her recent answered ask unintentionally gave me courage #hey xit! if you see this i think youre cool #robo-boyfriends au #but with my sona instead of y/n #dca fandom #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #laursdraws #cw vent

[dracowars]

Hii, could I pleaser request a draco x reader based off of the song heather by Cohan gray where basically the reader and draco were close until this other girl came along maybe angst with a lot of fluff at the end and can you please make the reader a gryffindor? ❤

while i die | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x gryffindor!reader

word count: 2,4k

summary: where draco replaced y/n

a/n: when i tell you that i listened to this song every day when it came out (i still do, actually lol)

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

With your eyes narrowed, you stare through the filled Great Hall, over to the table of the Slytherins, whose students are all dressed in their usual green, enjoying their breakfast, joking around with each other here and there, or just chatting. A couple of them have a book or piece of parchment in front of them, probably doing their homework for Charms at the last moment before you, the Gryffindors and Slytherins of year six, go to Professor Flitwick’s lesson together.

However, you are not staring there for no reason, no. You are looking for something specific, for someone specific, even though you know very well that you should not be doing so. You would hurt yourself again, like so many times before. And yet you can’t avert your gaze, even when you do not find what you are looking for.

With a sad sigh, you finally turn to your plate of delicious food of which you can hardly choke down anything again today, your stomach aching with hunger. You are still too affected by what happened. The gaping wound in your heart that you once believed would decrease over time, still present, giving you a stabbing pain every time you think back.

The lively conversations of your fellow Gryffindor friends around you are slowly falling silent as you get lost in your thoughts, a habit you only recently acquired. Completely drowning in your thoughts, your gaze wanders to the table on the other side of the Great Hall one more time and suddenly all your thoughts disappear in the matter of a second, the stabbing pain that you are so afraid of, returning. Now that you have discovered him.

With her.

Your reasonable mind screams at you to finally look the other way, to finally get over it, get over him, but your broken heart easily wins the fight within you. Your gaze stays fixed on him as he touches her, as he looks at her.

The way he once looked at you.

Before everything broke apart.

While you watch him, the pure emotional chaos reigns inside of you. You have already shed so many tears because of him, but now you can’t even cry anymore, not because of him. You quietly suffer on your own, so far away from him, only watching him from a distance as he goes on with his life while he has stopped yours.

“I do not ever want to see you again”, his hurtful words echo in your head, painfully piercing through your heart for the thousandth time. “Get out!”

Your common sense finally wins the upper hand to some extent and you blink a few times, trying to banish the horrific imagines from your head, but as soon as you close your eyes, they reappear right in front of you. Your sad gaze now directs itself to her, who is still a part of his life, who has replaced you.

Right at the moment your gaze meets her, you have to hold your breath. She looks so beautiful again today. Her long, smooth brown hair playfully falls over her shoulders, the strands, which are cut shorter in the front, framing her face perfectly, the smile on her lips making her shine brightly. The green of her school uniform compliments her eyes, makes them shimmer even more. Even the oversized dark gray sweater she is wearing today fits her perfectly. A sweater that used to adorn your body too.

Back when everything was still all right, when this piece of cloth supposedly suited you better than him.

And now it suits her better than you.

You have to watch how he looks at her with so much love in his eyes, happier than ever, how he looks after her as soon as she leaves the table to attend her next lesson. She has got him mesmerized while you are dying inside.

For him, she is now his one and only and for you, he still is yours.

Eventually managing to avert your gaze from them, you stand up when you notice how everyone around you has already got up to go to their class as well. In a hurry, you shoulder your bag, press the books, which you originally planned to take a look at while eating, against your chest and quietly follow your small group of friends out of the Great Hall – to your surprise – without looking back another time.

When the doorbell rings for the break, you flinch hardly after your thoughts wandered off again – how could it be otherwise – and left your body behind in the reality, a reality that you would gladly escape from forever. Rolling up your empty parchment lying in front of you and stowing it in your bag, you step out into the corridor teeming with students.

You follow your friends, who are chatting excitedly while repeating the spells you apparently have just learned, down the hallways, keeping a little distance from them but still close enough to be counted as part of their group. When you pass the courtyard, you unintentionally stop all of a sudden when something catches your eye.

Not far from you, in the middle of the courtyard, they stand, hand in hand, laughing with each other before he gives her a loving kiss. His hand is so much bigger than hers and it embraces hers perfectly, just as it once did with yours. Not noticing that you are watching them intently, he gently puts an arm around her, which she accompanies with a shy chuckle. You, in turn, suddenly become ice cold and unpleasant goose bumps cover your skin, running over your entire body. Shivering and slightly trembling from the sudden cold, you wrap your arms around your body while a feeling of anger slowly builds up inside of you.

A feeling of anger that is not directed at her because how could you ever hate her? She is an angel on earth and always so incredibly friendly and accommodating. No, you would never hate her.

You do not even hate him. The rising anger you feel in this moment is directed at you, for what you have destroyed.

Your hand instinctively reaches for your wand tucked in your pocket, clinging to it like it could be able to protect you from the worst. And suddenly it might not be that bad after all if she instantly drops dead right here, right now.

You only come back to your clear senses again when you feel glances on you and your eyes directly meet his. His gray eyes look at you without any emotion, while yours are just overflowing with emotions. Abruptly, you turn away, trying to control your fast heartbeat before running down the hallway.

What you do not notice, however, is Draco’s sad look he threw after you, almost seeming like he is pitying you.

You promised yourself that you would never ever shed a tear for him again and yet, here you are again, sitting in an empty, abandoned corridor on the floor, your knees drawn closely to your body while you sob sadly. Nobody could ever take away the pain you have to endure every day. It has become a part of you.

A part that you have to live with.

“Y/N”, his voice sounds in your ear, which makes you laugh bitterly. You always loved the way he pronounced your name. It feels like it has been years since you last heard his voice.

“Y/N?”, his voice repeats in your ear and finally causes you to look up when you feel a breeze flying past you.

What you thought was only happening inside of your head was actually real. You did not imagine it. There he is, Draco, standing right in front of you, his eyes roaming over your fragile body with worry. You frantically get up from the cold ground and wipe away your precious tears, turning your body away from him in order to protect yourself, preferably wanting to flee in a different direction straight away.

“Is everything all right?”, he asks you and takes a step closer to you while your gaze fearfully escapes through the corridor, searching for his friends who are probably just waiting around the next corner to watch the funny spectacle unfold.

Trying to muster up all your courage to answer him, you terribly fail and instead burst out into tears, quickly running past him, not expecting to get pulled back immediately. Startled, you look at him, look at his hand which is holding your wrist tightly and thus preventing you from walking away.

“I can see that you are not fine”, Draco whispers sadly, his eyes searching for an answer in yours, even though deep down he already foresees the reason which has done such cruel things to you.

“Let go of me”, you ask him, trying to stay as calm as possible when in reality you would love to yell at him from the top of your lungs that he should not talk to you, that he should stop being nice to you.

“I just wanted to see if everything is okay”, Draco defends himself and from one second to the next the expression on his face goes back to how it was the last time you talked to each other. Hurt and angry.

“You are too late for that”, you speak through gritted teeth, his hand still not letting go of you. The way he talks to you makes you angry. How he treats you as if nothing ever happened makes you furious.

“You gave her your sweater”, it suddenly bursts out of you before you can stop yourself and you watch how Draco’s eyes widen at your statement. You lower your gaze to the floor, not believing that out of all the things you could have said, you chose to say this.

“It is just polyester”, he replies, irritated why you opened up to him all of a sudden. Angrily, you finally snatch your wrist out of his tight grip.

“But you like her better”, you scoff sadly, shaking your head in disappointment, gathering all your thoughts. “Sometimes I wish I were Astoria.”

Silence spreads between you when nobody says anything, and you do not even dare to take your eyes off the ground. Your heart is beating painfully against your chest like crazy, your hands slightly shaking.

“Why do you say that?”, Draco breaks the silence, his voice broken, heartbreaking.

“Because it is the truth”, you ridicule, unable to believe that he still does not understand you. “I am not even half as pretty. I understand why you chose her over me. I mean, why would you ever kiss me? Look at me-“

Not letting you finish your sentence, he suddenly pulls you to him, his hands clasping your face, and letting your words die in your mouth with a kiss. You let yourself go despite your mind and heart yelling at you, telling you to stop. You let him kiss you like you always wanted. Your lips move in harmony with one another, a desire noticeable in the kiss that goes beyond anything.

And as quickly as this indescribable feeling appeared, it disappears again, and you notice how single tears roll down your cheeks. Draco catches some of them with the fingertips of his thumbs, his touch sending warmth through your body. Still being this close to him should make you feel uncomfortable, but on the contrary. You feel safe.

“I am incredibly sorry”, Draco whispers, leaning his forehead against yours, closing his eyes while carefully thinking about how to phrase his next words. “I do not like her better. At all.”

“B-But, Draco-“

“Shh”, he softly breathes and puts his thumb on your lips to silence you, his gaze longingly directed at them. “Astoria and I are engaged.”

“WHAT?!”, you scream out in disbelief, violently pushing him away from you, your head realizing that he is indeed just playing one of his games with you again.

“Wait, listen to me. Please”, he almost begs you and takes another step towards you, his hand outstretched to invite yours into his. Not knowing why – maybe because of his shimmering eyes – you agree and carefully place your hand in his, which he immediately grips tightly and thus keeps it from shaking. He gently pulls you closer again, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a kiss, light as a feather, on the back of it.

“Our parents engaged us. Astoria is a Greengrass, a pureblood. We were promised each other and I- I refused to accept it because my heart belongs to someone else, it always did. But they did not give in and threatened to harm you”, Draco stutters out, his eyes now also filled with tears as he looks deep into yours. “I had to let you go, I had to hurt you to make it believable. You were not allowed to question it. You had to believe it.”

“I have suffered for so long, Draco. Why now? Why are you telling me this now?”, you ask, completely calm, but no longer knowing where to lock away your boiling feelings. “We could have found a solution. You and I, together.”

“I could not let them harm you, don’t you understand?”, he asks desperately, taking your face between his hands again. “I was worried about you. I was selfish because I rather wanted to hurt you myself than let others do it.”

“You were selfish”, you reply coldly and bite down on your lower lip to prevent further tears from falling.

“I know”, Draco admits, bowing his head dejectedly. “I can’t make it up to you. What I have done is unforgivable. But I want you to know that I love you more than anything on this goddamn planet. I do not want to be with Astoria, I want to be with you. By Merlin’s beard, I never wanted anything more in my insignificant life-“

This time, you are the one to cut him off with a kiss mid-sentence. His tense body relaxes in an instant when he returns the kiss with passion and you completely lose yourself in the kiss you should never have given him.

“Come back to me, Draco”, you whisper hopefully after breaking the kiss, kissing a few of his tears away. Draco’s arms wrap tightly around you, pressing you against his warm body with a nod, you can feel his heartbeat violently beat against yours.

“I will.”

And in the end, you were the one who mesmerized him.

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[effymaybe]

Once you get a taste

Pairing: Jennie x Rosé

Prompt: Rosé whispers a secret Jennie finds herself quite interested in. Under the weight of soft music, dim lights, and a few glasses of soju, the groupmates get to know each other better.

Warnings: Slight mature content

(cr: pinterest)

“…And the guy asked me to jump. In the middle of the photoshoot. In eight-inch heels. Wearing jewelry four men with surgical gloves had just put around my neck as it was, I don’t know, made of crystal or something. I swear I don’t know who looked at the photographer with the most ‘fuck no’ expression: me or them”.

Jennie chuckles vividly, titling her head back in a sharp motion.

Slightly tipsy Rosé is always a wonder.

They are celebrating their first free day after long months of work in the dorm, just the two of them. Lisa had taken advantage of the relieving weekend to see her parents and Jisoo had done exactly the same, eager to spend time with her nephew to teach him invaluable lessons, she had claimed. Jennie had wondered faintly whether she was talking about true values or some secret curse words, and she had quickly decided that her friend intended to do both.

The big house seemed somehow empty without the loudest members, but Rosé’s casual singing and their short conversations, the ones that have flowed between them swiftly since the moment they met, were enough for the upbeat atmosphere of the place to remain strong.

Their recent success was of course of great help. The boost they received both from fans and critics gave the group a warm shower of confidence that made their smiles grow larger still every now and then. They worked hard, and their efforts did not get wasted.

That is the reason, mainly, why Jennie and Rosé are currently sitting on a soft mattress on the floor, soju glasses filling and emptying on the sturdy coffee table just in front of them, both girls laughing openly at shared stories that make their chests spurt affection.

“So, did you jump?” Jennie asks then, happy tears prickling at the corner of her sharp eyes, leaning forward intentionally and letting her shoulder bump against her groupmate’s.

“Fuck no, I- don’t laugh! It was difficult!”

Jennie breaks out laughing again, squeezing the glass she’s holding on her left hand and using the other to grasp Rosé’s arm as if to anchor herself. The silver-haired girl follows suit, sharing the shortest girl’s pure excitement, somewhat glad to be the source of such demonstration of contentment.

“God. I would’ve loved to be there. Remind me to go with you to your next photoshoot”.

Rosé keeps smiling, now her expressive eyes growing softer.

“I will”.

There is a moment of comfortable silence filled by the deep beat of a slow, electric song. The girls have decided to give in their indie cravings just half an hour ago, and now the chosen playlist is serving as an enjoyable background for their encounter.

“I like that”, Rosé comments softly, turning her head up to stare at the thousand colorful dots tracing patterns on the ceiling.

“A fan gift. One of my favorites. I use it when I can’t sleep”.

The silver-haired girl admires the light for a while longer, feeling a fuzzy sensation crawling up in her stomach.

She feels so, so fitting.

She turns around to talk to her friend, and she is kind of surprised to find the brunette her staring mutely into her eyes. Jennie’s cat-like stare burns somehow, caressing her features tenderly.

Something flashes in her coffee gaze, a bright emotion that catches Rosé out of guard, like a soft pang making her heartbeat pick up.

Just as it comes, it leaves quickly, and Jennie smiles lazily again.

“You have your own galaxy”, Rosé jokes weakly, then, rushing to drown the soju that still waits in her cup.

The shortest girl lets her hand run through her own silky dark locks still grinning, almost as if for herself, and reaching forward to catch the definitely too expensive bottle in front of her, she turns towards her friend almost as if on the verge of revealing a secret.

“It’s ours, now. Isn’t it, Rosie?”

Rosé might have as well chocked on her spit only by hearing Jennie’s low voice, but now, with alcohol dancing daringly through her veins, she merely blushes slightly before giggling in sudden joy.

“True”. The blonde watches Jennie’s delicate hands refilling both their glasses with a delicacy she firmly believes can only be inherited, and then lets her ears catch on the soft tune vibrating from the speakers. “How are you, by the way? I’m surprised you didn’t want to say home tonight”.

With home Rosé means home home, as in her mother’s home, and Jennie seems to understand perfectly.

“It seemed just right to stay here. I prefer it, sometimes. It’s familiar, too”.

The silver-haired hums in agreement, letting bold liquid run hot through her throat. “Me too. I love my parents, but this also feels right. After all we went through… well…” she looks down at her glass and then lets her coffee gaze meet Jennie’s intense stare. “I don’t know. I like spending time with you”.

“Almost like sisters…” Jennie comments, but her voice comes out a bit too breathy to appear certain. It’s more like a question, exploring, like her hand inching closer Rose’s thigh.

The tallest girl licks her lips unintentionally, her body sinking deeper against the feet of the couch.

“Yes, but… Not quite, really”, there is a tense pause, and Rosé can almost hear the faint beat growing deeper, “right”?

Jennie hums in a sound that comes closer to a purr and finally lets her fingertips press against Rose´s exposed skin.

The tallest girl suppresses a surprising shiver as she wonders whether she should have worn a longer dress.

Or a shorter one.

“Not quite”, the brunette agrees, still staring at her friend with a sparkling stare.

Rosé swallows, feeling a hot flush heating up her neck, and rushes to drink a bit more of the transparent beverage already making her limbs feel lighter.

There is no way, Rosé. Come on. This is fucking Jennie, dam it.

There is another pause. The dim lights change slowly, creating another pattern that becomes bluish. Jennie inhales deeply, feeling pleasantly warm, the fabric of her simple white shirt sticking against her collarbones, and she takes another sip before analyzing her friend’s features again.

Gorgeous, she thinks, and lets her fingers caress a bit more of the tender skin of her thigh.

“Do you miss Australia, Rosie?”

The silver-haired girl tilts her head as if pulled away from her own thoughts. She looks at Jennie with pensive eyes and a cute pout drawing on her reddened lips.

“A bit… some things”, she whispers.

Jennie catches the sound of one of her favorite songs. Rose’s scent flowery grows somehow stronger, dazzling.

“Like what?” the brunette asks.

Rosé squirms almost imperceptibly. A thought, an unwanted one crosses her mind immediately. She scrunches her nose in an attempt to put it away, to find a reasonable answer to Jennie’s enquiries, but the soju has already started to occupy her mind with a pleasant yet undefeatable mist.

“Oh... Uh- the climate”, she blurts out, putting a strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture.

The shortest girl licks her lips as her sharp gaze turns predatory. She tries to soften the immediate smirk that reaches her mouth, observing as Rosé twitches in her place with terribly concealed nervousness.

“Oh, come on. You must miss something else. A country with such different culture… I’m sure there’s a call burning inside you. Tell me”, she speaks softly, trying to keep her tone light, “I can keep a secret”.

The silver-haired girl lets her wide gaze fall on her friend’s calm expression, trying to ignore the sneaky fingers caressing up her upper thigh.

There is something that she has been missing, definitely. Something she was never courageous enough to bring up. Something that she has buried deep in the back of her mind to keep it there until her career is secure enough.

But Jennie’s cat eyes are still tracing her features in affectionate patience, and her nails are now scratching circles in her waist. She feels light, slightly dizzy, with alcohol warming up her cheeks comfortably. The night is stiffy and the bright shapes on the ceiling are so beautiful that she feels as if secluded, safe in the refugee they created whilst breaking in giggles.

She considers that she can trust Jennie. There is very little she has heard the brunette judging other people for.

“I”, she starts with a cough, “There is something. Back in Australia, when I was still a teenager I had this… friend. Female friend”.

Jennie hums as pure amusement begins to dance in her stare.

“We would… you know. Just… explore… each other”.

“Oh”, the brunette murmurs, and Rosé turns to face her eyes in a mixture of embarrassment and fear. The fingertips caressing her waist move to her left hipbone. It feels nice.

Jennie’s expression, rather than showing disgust, drips interest as she tilts her head softly. When her light-brown hair falls onto her shoulder, the pale expanse of her neck is displayed like a prize. The tallest girl needs to remind herself that she doesn’t do it in purpose.

“Yeah. It was… fun”

The brunette snorts lightly. Rosé sips onto her glass once again.

“I bet it was, darling. I thought you were a church girl, though”.

Rosé, suddenly animated both by her friend’s heady voice and the liquid burning through her veins breaks in a slow smirk.

Jennie licks her lips again, gazing into enticing red.

“Yeah… where do you think I met her?”

Jennie gasps slightly before letting out a surprised chuckle. It sounds deep and satisfied, and it mixes perfectly with the slow beat playing in the room.

“My, my, Rosie. Aren’t you… risky?”

Rosé shrugs, smiling in sudden pride. She feels Jennie’s hand twitching against her hips, so she decides to caress the length of her arm in return.

“I don’t know. It was quite natural. Then I got here and… well. It’s not like I could continue”.

There is a moment of silence that, although not uncomfortable, is suddenly charged with a shift in the air. It gets hotter. The lights turn red and purple. Rosé’s heartbeat starts to gain speed against her chest, as now unrepressed memories of  playtime hours with her childhood friend swirl in her hazy mind.

“So you’ve never made out with any of the other trainees back when we were living all together?”

Rosé stares at Jennie almost as if confused. Her blunt nails trace the path marked by the brunette’s veins. She feels the way her touch raises goosebumps.

“Huh, no… did… you?”

Jennie’s eyes burn into Rose’s coffee stare.

“No. As a matter of fact…” she is showing off that damn smirk and the tallest girl can barely hold it together, “I’ve never kissed a girl. I’m curious”.

Rosé makes an effort not to squeeze her thighs together. She sees how Jennie’s pupils grow darker, wider, more cat-like than ever. She is enjoying herself openly; everything from her bold body language and the way her fingers run through her friend’s inner thighs makes wild desire bloom in the silver-haired girl’s stomach.

In any other situation, Rosé would be blushing madly, making her way out of the room hastily.

At that moment, with the heavy atmosphere attaching hypnotically against her skin, she decides that she might as well give Jennie what she seems to be asking for.

“Oh, it’s wonderful”, she plays, smothering her voice in a very appetizing tone, “soft and sexy. Very feminine”, she lets the warm pads of her touch run up her friend’s arms, sliding across her pointy shoulders.

“Rosie…” Jennie answers breathily, shinning with her pulse running high, “Shouldn’t you share with your unnie some of your vast knowledge? Seems only fair…”

She inches closer to her friend, her face tilted captivatingly, already letting her gaze fix on the tallest girl’s lips.

“Unnie, of course”, Rosé answers, and lets her worries drown in the alcohol blazing her blood, “Anything you’d like”.

And just like that, Jennie leans forwards to catch Rosé’s open mouth in a deep kiss.

It is immediately heated. The tallest girl’s warm, ragged breath invades the brunette’s space like a spell. A firm hand grasping her neck keeps her in place, and a slim arm wraps around her waist urgently.

In response, Jennie feels her own pulse palpitating against her eardrums. She lets her hand caress her friend’s collarbones before sliding them into her rich silver hair when the tallest girl angles her jaw differently.

The lights grow darker in a blissful moment and the brunette finds herself being guided by Rosés insistent indents. Her thighs come to trap Rose’s as she seeks comfort on the tallest girl’s lap. When the silver-haired girl sucks lightly on her lower lip, Jennie grinds down instinctively, a mewl-like sound bursting from her throat.

They both know that they should be thinking about their current situation further. It’s a thought shadowing the very, very back of their hazy minds, but it’s difficult to give it presence when the warmth of their bodies grows steadily in a boost of pure want.

Jennie has to gasp when Rosés plump lips descend lower, grazing her cheek, her chin, her jaw. Her fingers tangle in soft blonde hair as she tilts her head up to grant her more access, asking her silently to comply with the deep desire that has just born low in her stomach.

Rosé does not need to be told twice. She runs her mouth down her friend’s throat, delighting in her expensive scent, running blunt nails through luscious thighs.

“Oh”, Jennie murmurs, and it’s enough for the blonde’s foggy mind to find some clearance.

She pulls away almost as if terrified, her movements put into a halt. She feels the tickles of panic and slight shame heating up her cheeks.

In exchange, the brunette opens her eyes lazily, revealing a stern expression behind her sharp eyes, her mouth curling downwards in visible annoyance.

Rosé is about to beg for forgiveness, but Jennie speaks first.

“What’s going on?” she asks, her hand pressing against the tallest girl’s nape, “Thought you were going to be my teacher”, she adds then, her voice searching for a lower, much more suggestive tone.

It takes the blonde two seconds to catch on with the reality that Jennie wants this, too. Very much so, given by the way her hips grind down again, almost as if on their own accord.

Rosé smiles, then, slow, and dangerous, feeling the last shreds of the self-control she was so desperately holding into getting looser in her chest. Her hands inch forwards, nails slipping under the hem of the brunette’s shorts. She looks up at her with an analyzing stare, delighting on Jennie’s compliant expression.

“Well, of course”, she answers, her words coming breathier as her wide eyes reflect a playful darkness, “but I must warn you, this might be a long lesson, unnie”.

Jennie finds herself chuckling lowly, closing her eyes as Rosé’s teeth run just sharp enough against her shoulder.

“Of course”, she lets out, and forces herself to choke a whining sound when the blonde tongues her stuttering pulse point, “I’ll be a good student”.

Rosé just smiles widely before pulling the shortest girl down for another toe-curling kiss.

Jennie turns out to be quite a brilliant student, indeed.

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[queenxxxsupreme]

The Worries of a Mother

A/N: I neeeeeeeeed dad!Geralt in my life okay. Also don’t give me shit because Geralt is sterile. I know he is, I just chose to ignore it for this. You can fight me if you don’t like it. Requests are open:)

You hummed softly to yourself as you moved about the kitchen. You looked up to gaze out of the window in the kitchen. You could see your son, Bram, playing in the front yard with a few other kids.

He was adjusting well to the new village. You’d just recently moved in to your home after being forced out of your previous town by angry villagers. They believed your husband, a witcher, had stolen from them.

Something rubbed against your legs. You looked down to see your house cat rubbing against you, purring loudly. You knelt down to pet the cat. Just as you made contact with its fur, there was a loud knock at the front door.

You stood up and looked back to the window you’d seen your son through just a few moments ago. He was nowhere to be seen.

You went to the door and pulled it open to see a group of men. A few of them were looking across your yard. You followed his gaze and found that they were looking at Bram playing with the other kids. You immediately felt uneasy.

“Hello, gentlemen. What can I do for you?” You put on a friendly smile.

“Lars Van Dijick.” The man closest to you held his hand out. “I own the tavern just down the road. You are?”

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Y/N. What a stunning name for such a beautiful woman.” Lars looked pass you, eyeing the inside of your home. “Is there a mister that I could speak to?”

“He’s busy at the moment. You can speak with me though.” You offered a little stiffly.

Lars looked at you, obviously a little shocked that you’d decline his desire to speak to your husband. He cleared his throat and nodded his head.

“Very well. Your boy….” He trailed off, turning to look at your son. “Has he got something wrong with him?”

You locked your jaw and fought the urge to immediately curse the man out. Bram did stand out in a crowd. Even if he was the normal size of a child his age, he had hair so blonde it was nearly white. But being that his hair was oddly colored and he was smaller than every other child his age, he was often subjected to bullying.

“I am surprised you’d ask me that so bluntly, good sir. You don’t know me.”

“He’s just asking ‘cause we don’t want our kids effected by your offspring.” A second man spoke.

The heat in your veins rose and bubbled. Your fingers curled into right fists by your sides.

The sound of a floorboard behind you creaking told you that your husband was making himself known. You could feel his presence behind you, massive and towering.

“Is everything alright, dove?” His low, husky voice calmed you down a little. You turned your head to look up at Geralt of Rivia. His hand slipped around your shoulders, comforting you. He could feel your distress and frustration rolling off of you in waves.

“We were just having a conversation with her.” Lars clearly was uncomfortable at the sight of the witcher.

“I believe I heard you say you’d like to speak to me.” Geralt gently ushered you to the side. You got the hint and moved to stand behind him, peaking around his large bicep so you could watch the men. “Now’s your chance.”

Lars fell silent, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“We don’t welcome your kind here.” One of the men towards the back spoke up. Geralt’s darkened amber eyes flickered to that man. “You’re nothing but bad news.”

“I will be if you insult my son once more.” He practically spoke through his teeth. “If you don’t want your bastard children playing with him, then keep them the fuck away from my home.”

The group disbanded, clearly losing whatever courage they thought they had.

Your husband glared at the men until they were out of your yard, closing the fence behind themselves.

You placed your hand on his bicep, rubbing his arm.

“You think they’ll do anything?” You asked him quietly.

“If they know what’s best for them, they wouldn’t.” Geralt let out a soft sigh. You rested your cheek against his arm, your fingers brushing over his bare forearm. The sleeves to the tunic he wore were pushed up to his elbows.

You looked to your son, who was happy and content playing with the other children.

“I only hope that the locals warm up to him.”

You said nothing in reply.

“It’s me they should be repulsed by.”

“They aren’t repulsed by him, love.” You shook your head softly. “They’re just curious. He…. He is different but different isn’t bad. He’s just like his father.” You kissed his arm. He hummed. “You’ll keep an eye on him while I finish up in the kitchen?”

He nodded once. You moved around to stand in front of him. You cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb across the corner of his lips. This took his attention away from your son for a moment. He looked down at you, a warm smile coming to his lips.

You could sense his agitation. He was irritated with everyone, with how they treated his son. He carried such an immense amount of guilt just because he thought he was the reason Bram was different.

You placed your free hand on his chest, rubbing soothing circles against the material of his shirt with your thumb.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” He dipped his head down to seal a kiss on your lips.

You softly patted his chest, glancing over your shoulder to look at your son one last time before you disappeared into the house.

***

The sun was beginning to go down. It was time for Bram to come inside for dinner.

You made your way towards the front door. Geralt had gone to the barn out in the backyard where your horses were kept. You knew he liked to spend time with Roach when negative thoughts brewed inside his head.

You stepped out of the house, pulling the door shut behind you. Your eyes flickered around the front yard in search of your son and the kids he’d been playing with. The sticks they were using as swords were on the ground, almost as if they’d dropped them.

Your heart started to beat a little faster as you flooded with concern. Every time Bram was out of your sight, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach, tormenting you. The thought of anything happening to your precious child made you sick.

“Bram!” You called his name, taking a few steps down the cobble path that led to the main road resting just across the front yard.

He didn’t respond. That was very unlike him. He always answered you when you called. It was also very unlike him to leave the front yard without letting you know.

Maybe he was around back with Geralt.

***

You moved quickly, needing reassurance that your son was safe. The barn door was open.

“Geralt!” You didn’t mean to sound so frantic.

Sensing your panic, he left Roach’s side and moved towards you.

“Have you seen Bram?”

He didn’t answer you but a look of concern washed over his features.

“Oh gods-,”

“Don’t do that.” He cut you off, closing the space between you two. His hand cradled the side of your head while he looked behind you out into the field that rested outside of the barn doors. “He’s going to be okay.”

Tears were already forming in your eyes, blurring your vision. You brought your hand up to hold Geralt’s bicep, your fingers unintentionally digging into his arm.

“What if those men-What if they did something to him?”

Geralt said nothing to you at first. He just gazed down at you with those golden eyes you loved so much. He dipped his head down to kiss your forehead firmly.

“Go back to the house. I’ll find him.”

“I want to help you.”

“No, you need to stay home in case he returns.” He let you go and moved to fetch Roach.

Just as you were leaving the barn, you heard a scream come from the woods that rested beyond your backyard.

You looked over your shoulder to your husband. He took off in a sprint out of the barn, heading in the direction of the noise. You followed, though you were slower than him.

***

When you caught up to Geralt, he was leaning against a tree, his eyes focused on something ahead. Breathing heavy, you moved to stand next to him.

There was a creek not too far from where Geralt stood. On the other side of the creek was your son. He and the other children he’d been playing with were playing in the mud. Your son’s white hair was patched dark brown with mud and his clothes were covered in the same substance.

Bram was the first to look up. A bright smile crossed his lips as he saw you two looking down at him.

“Hi!” He waved his dirty fingers at you two.

Geralt gave him a soft smile and nodded.

“Come along, Bram.” You called for him, needing him closer to you. Worry and anxiety still swirled in your stomach. You always carried a fear that someone would do something to your boy simply because he was different or for who his father was. “You need to get washed up before dinner.”

Bram stood from the mud puddle he’d been playing in and moved carefully through the creek. He slipped on a rock and stumbled a little but he managed to catch his footing.

You saw Geralt flinch like he’d fly to your son’s side and rescue him from the gentle waters of the creek should he fall. You placed your hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze.

As Bram approached you, you held your hands out to pick him up.

“But mommy! I’m dirty!”

“I don’t mind, love.” You smiled at him. You picked him up and hugged him tightly.

“Mommy! You’re squeezing me!”

You released him and settled with holding him on your hip. Geralt followed behind you as you made your way back through the woods towards the house.

“Did you have fun today?” Geralt asked Bram.

“Yes! The kids are nicer here than the ones at our other home.”

You smiled, content with having your messy son in your arms and your husband walking alongside you.

Geralt placed his hand on your back. You turned your head to look at him. The corners of his lips turned up in a smile.

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[changminsdoll]

Chan ▪︎ Distance

All gifs are from pinterest unless mentioned in the tags if taken from another tumblr user.

Characters: Reader x Chan

Genre: Best friends to Lovers! Vlogger Chan!

You had always found it amusing how Chan could just light up a room with his mere presence. That was why you never wondered why he decided to start his own youtube channel and broadcast his day-to-day life. He gathered so much funs for his personality and not to mention how handsome he was.

The viewers were falling in love for the same reason you fell for your best friend. You smiled at the thought of you being against the idea that your best friend unintentionally captured your heart and having to go on everyday with him not noticing just proved to be one of the most difficult restrictions you ever did.

You were watching Chan's most recent vlog about his trip to Australia. It was his hometown and you could see the wrinkles at the edge of his eyelids which depicted how thrilled her was being back home. It had only been less than week and you had already missed his presence.

"Shoutout to my best friend, (y/n), who looks just like this Koala right here." You rolled your eyes and just laughed softly. How could you be in love with this idiot?

You were not a stranger to his channel as well. He had done so many videos with your such as the best friend tag, twenty questions, pranks and etc. You would see a few comments mentioning how you two would look good as couple but Chan never seem to have gotten the hint.

A few weeks passed and Chan had returned from his trip. He had brought back a mug with a koala on it as a souvenir which only earned him a gentle punch on his very toned arm.

"Your viewers are probably going to call me a Koala now." You sighed as you grazed your thumb against the mug's surface.

"It doesn't sound that bad and they call me Kangaroo too so we could be the animal duo." His lips curled at his own joke and you just shook your head.

"Anyway, how was your trip? Had fun hopefully? New friends? New crushes maybe?" You teased, but you had an answer that you could only hope not to hear.

"That trip made me realize a few things, I can say that." He nodded to himself, seeming not to pick up any hints from your teasing. "Which reminds me... would you be free in three days?"

"I think so. Why..?" There was a small part of you that wanted it to be date but knowing Chan, you just threw that idea out the window.

"Wanna come to Singapore with me? There's a Vloggers' Convention and I don't wanna go by myself." He admitted and pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes.

"To a-another country?" You stuttered. It was not that you were scared of being alone with him-- but you had never gone out of Korea and then knowing that you WOULD be alone with Chan kind if stirred your thoughts in a catastrophic mix.

"It's a great experience, (y/n)! Trust me!" He held your hands in his and you could almost feel your throat getting dry. "I promise I won't let you get lost."

"F-fine..if you promise that..." was all you could respond back. Then it was settled, you were heading off to a foreign land with the best friend you had secretly loved.

At the airport, a lot had recognized Chan. They were taking photos of him, getting their personal items signed while you decided to sit away from that and wait by the respective gate area. You were nervous going on this trip. Unecessary fear such as the plane crashing or you getting lost in a foreign country just made your heart thump hard against your chest. It did not take long until you felt the comfortable warmth that emitted when Chan sat next to you. He was known for his numerous dance routines and for his aesthetically pleasing physique.

"Oh hey, a familiar face." He smiled as you sat next to him. "Chan's girlfriend, right?"

Ouch.

"N-no, best friend. I am his best friend."

"Oh? It doesn't seem like it..." there was a pause. "The way he is watching us from a few rows ahead makes me think that there's something more to that." He crossed his arms, a smirk tugging up at the edges of his lips.

Your eyes went towards the front seats and you could just catch Chan returning back to sit properly. You turned your attention back at Hyunjin and he was already typing something into his phone.

The trip was surprisingly peaceful. Hyunjin had been talking to you as the plane lifted off which helped in distracting you from any form if fear.

"You feeling alright?" He suddenly asked and you gave him a small nod. "Guess Chan was right. He told me to keep you occupied so you wouldn't get nervous." He smiled as he waved his phone. You could just barely catch the text that was from Chan.

"Oh.... thank you." You whispered, getting a bit shy.

"You... have feelings for him, don't you?" He asked as he leaned a bit closer to hear you better. You were silent and he took that as a confirmation to his question. "It was obvious the way you stared at him in your videos... I don't know why he doesn't pick it up."

"Same.." was all you could mumble earning the cutest laugh from the boy next to you

"But I think he likes you as well. Maybe you have not gotten the hint yet but his body language is always leaning towards you in videos which shows his interest."

"But he has to be interested in me... I am his best friend."

"Well, we all have different reasons to be interested in someone, right?" He gave you a meaningful smile before proceeding back to his phone.

You still couls not decipher what he meant and just hoped to be able to get out of the plane soon and back on land. The trip was amooth and in no time, Chan was already right next to you. You three, with Hyunjin, went to the destined hotel for the guests. Only then did they tell you that they were supposed to share a room and bumped it up to a trio room for you.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. When you got to the hotel, apparently, they just upgraded it to a double luxury room which only meant two bigger beds. That meant, you either had to share it with Chan or Hyunjin and there was only one choice to begin with.

"Just like our younger days." Chan would smile to encourage you as he saw your shoulders deflate.

"It won't be that bad and we'd barely be at the hotel anyway." Hyunjin commented as he sat on his bed opposite from yours and Chan's.

"He's right." Chan's tone of voice was different for a second but you caught it and was confused as to what made him talk in that tone. "We'll be late so let's get going!" He then reverted back to his bright self.

With that, the three of you went off to the event. It was at a stadium and a big one at that, so the fear of being lost was present once more. You were taking a step back upon seeing the crowd, however, you felt warmth taking over your hand again. You glanced down at your hand and then up at the owner, Chan was giving you a comforting smile again.

"I told you, I won't let you get lost." He gave it a gentle squeeze again before intertwining his fingers in between the gaps of your own. It was comforting and you could feel your cheeks getting warm which just made your turn away from him. Hyunjin gave a soft chuckle as he watched you both.

It was nice, you had to admit. With him next to you, you felt safe. Only for it to be taken away as he was invited to be on a panel with Hyunjin and six other vloggers as equally charming as the other.

Now you were alone. You felt the tiny bit of panic starting inside your abdomen but you tried to calm yourself down. Walking until it did not hurt anymore, only to realize that you were now in a random booth with not one familiar face. Then the panic started hitting you, you were lost in such a big location and your english wasn't the best so directions were harder to inquire about.

Just as you were about to hit full on panic, you had been pulled into someone's sturdy chest. It was a very tight embrace and you could hear the loud beating of their chest while their intoxicating scent endulged you in. As you tilted your head up, Chan had seem to have gotten paler. He looked at you with so much relief in his eyes and you could not but say the same thing.

It may have seem small for some but almost getting lost in a new country without the skills to maneuver yourself was terrifying for you.

Back at the hotel, Hyunjin mentioned that he was going to hang around with a certain Changbin from the convention which left the two of you seated next to one another. It was silent and bit awkward at that.

"Are you alright?" He asked, finally looking at you again. There was a guilty expression on his face and it made your heart sunk a bit.

"I am... clumsy me." You mumbled as you fiddled with your fingers.

"No... I... I promised you wouldn't get lost....I'm so sorry." With a sudden movement, he had yanked you against his chest again. "You looked so scared..it was the most painful I have felt.." he whispered.

"I don't want you to get hurt... I'm fine!" You pulled away by a few inches just to gesture that you came out unharmed. He had his deep brown eyes bearing into you and it made you shrink at how intense they were.

Before anything else could register, you had found your lips pressed against his own. A hand cupping one cheek as if to signal that he had really been worried and the other rested over your hips as if telling you he wouldn't let it happen.

Chan was kissing you.

And you didn't want to pull back.

You were confused with the strange range of emotions from being surprised to being thrilled and to being scared of what he would say as he pulled away.

"I like you." He confessed just as he did and before you could say anything, he continued. "And I'm not gonna let us be more distant from one another even if it meant being this close..."

"Chan..."

"You don't have to return it...I rather protect you than...than be more than that..."

All these information being layed in front of you was overwhelming you-- with happiness. He likes you back, now all you had to do was to tell him to.

"I..guess...you have new content now..." you took in a deep breathe as you mustered the courage.

He looked into your eyes, confused as if wanting an answer but not wanting to force one from you.

"How my best friend became my girl friend." You mumbled as you stared back into his eyes.

And there it was again.

That smile.

That smile that lights up the room.

But this time, you were the one who caused it.

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[batsmaugwriting]

George Weasley Drabble #1- Reconciliation

*A/N: This drabble takes place in 2000 and the GPS has just been invented. Also, I apologize if the story is a bit too long and angtsy. ALSO, this gif is not mine and is owned by the person who made this gif and the creators of Harry Potter!”

  It had been a few years since Rosemary had stepped foot into The Burrow, the last time being Christmas of ‘98- the first Christmas without Fred. His death had taken a toll on everyone that knew him, but mostly none other than his soulmate, his brother George. She tried to be there for George as he was her closest friend and first love, but he tried so hard to fill the void that Fred had left and went as far as leaving Rosemary to pursue Angelina Johnson in order to latch onto what little was remained of his brother. Her first true friend and love since her first year at Hogwarts had slowly and unintentionally pushed her away and she could only watch and accept the truth. So on the last night before the Christmas festivities ended and everyone went back to their regular way of life, Rosemary left her final gift for George- a picture of the two of them together on her last day as a Hogwarts student and a letter professing her continuous love for him.

   Now, taking a break from her duties as a magizoologist and handling dragons in Romania, Rosemary had decided to visit The Burrow a day before Mr. Weasley’s birthday in order to give him his gift for his 50th birthday and to go unseen by George. The gift was a recently invented GPS; certainly he would love it as he was always fascinated by the things the muggles created. She didn’t have the courage to face George after so long but she also couldn’t forget the people that accepted her as one of their own so she planned to only be with the Weasley’s for a few hours.

   Rosemary knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to be opened. She soon began to look back at all the fond memories she had of the Burrow but it didn’t take long for her to reminisce through some of the sadder ones. What had only been a few seconds but felt like a long minute, Mrs. Weasley opened the door and was immediately baffled to see who it was. “Hi Mrs. Weasley!” Rosemary said she stood at the doorway. “Rosemary! What a pleasant surprise! Please come in come in!” Mrs. Weasley cheerily said as she led Rosemary in and led her towards the kitchen. Taking in her surroundings, not much had changed since the last time Rosemary was there except for more pictures of the now expanded family hanging on the walls, including one of herself with the twins on each side. Besides Hogwarts, the Burrow truly felt like home especially since she she spent many summer days with the Weasleys while her parents were out and about working with dangerous magical creatures.

   “Let me guess! You’re here to see Arthur for his birthday,” Mrs. Weasley said as she handed Rosemary a cup of tea and sat across from her at the table. Rosemary took a sip and nodded in agreement. Mrs. Weasley smiled tenderly and carefully watched Rosemary before finally speaking up,“unfortunately, Arthur is at the Ministry and he won’t be back in about another hour or so. In the meantime, why don’t you tell me about all the things that you’ve been up to? Charlie told me that you were in Romania to learn more about handling dragons,” she exclaimed and soon the two of them began to talk about Rosemary’s adventures. Before they knew it, the hour had passed and they were both in need of stitches from laughing that they didn’t notice that Mr. Weasley had arrived and brought with him a familiar face.

   “Now what’s this commotion that I’m hearing in the kitchen!” Arthur exclaimed as he waved his wand to put his coat and briefcase up and made his way to the kitchen. Rosemary quickly stood up with her gift in hand and sheepishly smiled as Mr. Weasley came into view. “Happy early birthday, Mr.Weasley!” Rosemary said as he stood there in utter disbelief but quickly went in for a tight hug. “Well if it isn’t Rosemary! It’s been so long!” He pulled away and held her at arm’s length as he took in her features  “looks like the dragons haven’t incinerated you yet!” They all laughed and and wiped away the tears of laughter. Quickly regaining composure, Rosemary gave Mr.Weasley his present.  “This is what the muggles call a GPS. It’s a brand new invention and it helps muggles with travelling to unfamiliar places. My parents and I have one so we don’t raise suspicions in the muggle world while tra…vel…ing,” her words slowly came to a halt as the person behind Mr. Weasley came into view. She soon began to feel her stomach drop and it quickly became difficult for her to say anything without her voice starting to crack. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley turned to look at who Rosemary was looking at before finally assessing the situation at hand and falling into an uncomfortable silence.

   “Hello Rosemary” George carefully said as he looked at his former girlfriend. His voice struck a chord with Rosemary and soon tears started to threaten to fall from her cheeks. She placed her hand on her hips, pursed her lips to the side, and looked down at the ground to take heavy but quiet breaths. Rosemary was trying so hard to remain composed but the feelings she had for the mischievous ginger were making it nearly impossible for her to not cry. In all the times that she had faced dangerous creatures, nothing was harder to face than the man she had grown to love unconditionally. There were a plethora of things that she wanted to say to him but nothing would come out at the moment. A few seconds passed and she finally looked up with a forced smile on her face “hi George.” She wanted to mentally hit herself for not being able to say anything more but at the same time she was glad that she didn’t completely lose it. After what felt like an eternity, George spoke up “Mum…Dad… I- I’m gonna head upstairs to look for a few things that I need for the shop.” With that, George left to go upstairs.

   Arthur Weasley turned to look at Rosemary and Mrs. Weasley and tried to come up with something to say to break the tension but failed miserably. “Honey, why don’t you go help George while I stay with Rosemary and keep her company,” Mrs. Weasley ordered and got up to make her way to Rosemary’s side. Mr. Weasley took the hint and started making his way upstairs. With him gone, Mrs. Weasley grabbed a hold of Rosemary’s right hand and led her back to her chair. “Oh sweet child, had I known that George was going to be here a day early I would’ve come up with an excuse to have him wait another day for his dad’s birthday,” Mrs. Weasley quietly said as she stroked Rosemary’s hand. Hearing his name again was the final straw and soon Rosemary began to silently weep. She had feared to see him again because she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to keep it together, not when she knew that George had left her to be with his brother’s girlfriend.

   Through her tears and sobs, Rosemary finally managed to say what everyone already knew “I still love him, you know? I mean, how am I supposed to not love him after everything we went through? He was my first friend and my first love.” Rosemary continued to cry and soon Molly Weasley started to weep alongside her. Mrs. Weasley understood what Rosemary was saying, she had watched her grow up with her twins and while she knew that Rosemary had made lifelong friends out her boys, it was George who had befriended Rosemary first and she knew that something beautiful was going to blossom between the two of them. That was until Fred’s death. Mrs. Weasley watched as George became a shell of who he was before, he never truly smiled after the tragic event and he began to cling on to dear life to the things that his brother loved, one of them being Angelina. Mrs.Weasley knew that George had no valid reason to be with that girl and for that she was disappointed in him. She knew that he was letting something so precious go to waste and she hoped that there was still time for him to realize what he was losing. Mrs. Weasley knew that George still loved Rosemary immensely but his stubbornness was keeping him in that fruitless relationship with Angelina. “I know he still loves you, I just know it. I see the way he look at your picture on the wall every time he comes to visit. It’s just that it’s been very hard,” Mrs. Weasley confessed as she gave a tight squeeze to Rosemary’s hand.

   Rosemary’s body trembled as she tried to regain her composure. She knew she couldn’t blame George for what he was going through but at the same time she felt betrayed by his actions. What did Angelina have that Rosemary didn’t? She would ask herself that every single day initially after the breakup and to that day she didn’t know the answer.

   After minutes of awkward silence and spilling of tears, Rosemary stood up to give Mrs. Weasley a hug before departing. “I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable in your own home but I have to go now. Tell Mr. Weasley that I’ll see him another day. I’ll be in the United States for a few months to study thunderbirds if you ever need anything.” She wiped away her tears and sniffled while Mrs. Weasley tenderly cupped Rosemary’s cheek in her hand. “Say hello to your parents for me and promise me that you will remain in contact more often. My own children are terrible of doing that,” Mrs. Weasley pleaded as she started to walk Rosemary towards the door. Rosemary took one last glance of the moving picture of the twins and herself laughing before stepping out of the house.

   She said goodbyes and was ready to apparate to her house when she heard the name Rory being called. Her chest tightened but she couldn’t be rude to the person who was calling out for her so she turned around to face George who was only a few feet away from her. “I haven’t been called that in years,” she said as she pursed her lips, a tick she showed whenever she tried to keep her emotions in check. George smirked a little and looked like he was carefully thinking about what he was going to say next, “leaving to the other side of the pond?”

   She looked at him skeptically but then nodded in agreement. George let out a heavy sigh and started making his way closer towards his past flame and only stopped when he was only a foot away from her. “If you see anything that will help me create new jokes will you bring me some,” he joked but quickly regretted it when Rosemary looked away and sighed. Rosemary was really trying to hold back a chuckle but then she would be betraying her feelings of heartbreak. No matter how hard she tried to stay mad at him for acting like a bloody fool, she knew her love for him would never allow her to feel that way. She knew she was also a bloody fool for forgiving him so quickly. “I’ll think about it Georgie,” was all she managed to say as she gingerly patted his chest. He looked down at her with a look that she hadn’t seen since before Fred’s death but she quickly dismissed it- a look of endearment and adoration.

   Rosemary turned around and was ready to apparate once again when she heard him say one last thing that stopped her in her tracks, “I left Angelina a month ago… I realized how unreasonable I was being.” After a few seconds of thought, she pursed her lips yet again and her eyes glazed over. She looked over her left shoulder and meekly smiled- returning the look he gave her minutes ago. Fearing that he made a mistake, he carefully continued “I want to pick things up where we left off. If you don’t want to get back with me I understand but can we at least go back to being friends?” It was his turn to look like a kicked puppy and Rosemary looked at the ground and shook her head. “Oh George, for a mischievous genius you’re quite the idiot,” she smiled tenderly before finishing what she had to say, “you know I’ll always love you…but we have so much catching up to do.” With that, she apparated away and left George with a feeling of hope. He knew that it was his turn to make things right with his first love.

#george weasley #harry potter #oc #drabble #angst #love #romance #fanfic

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Challenge 62.2

@clarafarleybarrow and @everbeenminee * Ryland asking the brothers for their blessing

Christmas night was winding down. The ball was over, and the kids were long since tucked into bed. The Orders were spending the night at the Palace, so the twins were sleeping in Addy’s toddler crib in the nursery and Addy and Astra had free reign of America’s enormous bed. Kenna and James would be right next door to the royal suite, and Magda and Gerad had decided to bunk down for the night in the room across the hall, what Maxon and America had recently decided would become Addy’s room when the new baby arrived in the spring.

This left May and Ry to decide what to do. May had been planning to spend the night at the Palace already, but she’d thought she’d be in Ry’s barracks downstairs. As a member of the royal family’s personal guard, he’d had private chambers almost as long as May had known him. But now, her sister had extended an invitation to stay with the rest of the family upstairs, and the look she shared with Ry went on a little too long to be discreet.

“Ryland can stay, too.” America rushed to reassure her. The two of them were seated on a sofa, America already out of her crown and ballgown and into a comfy pair of soft, warm pajamas. May was still in her gown, however, and it monopolized the whole sofa like a fluffy burgundy blanket. May, her hands still on America’s belly, watched Ryland for a reaction.

Ry blushed, “I d-don’t think—“

But James silenced him with a shrug, “The two of you have been having sleepovers for years. What’s the big deal, Rivers?”

“It isn’t that.” Ry said, though it very much was. “It’s the royal family… I’m a guard.”

“So?” James said at the same time that America said, “It’s alright, Ryland, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“He’s going to have to get used to us one of these days.” James said, but his tone clearly accepted that he’d lost this battle.

Ryland looked between May, who pressed another kiss to her sister’s stomach and then leant her head against America’s shoulder sleepily, and the rest of the Singers, Schreaves, and Orders.

“Is… is there somewhere we could talk?” Ryland announced, and for a moment there was confusion.

May, suddenly significantly less sleepy, sat up and looked around at her flummoxed family. She knew what this was about, just based on the nervous tone of Ry’s voice. She helped him quickly, “Brother meeting. Maxon’s room.” she supplied.

“Oh.” James stood, bored, and stretched.

Gerad didn’t move, not realizing that this included him until Maxon placed a hand on his shoulder and encouraged him to follow James.

May’s eyes spoke nothing but encouragement to Ryland as he licked his dry lips and summoned up all the courage he possessed. He followed them into the King’s room and closed the door behind them.

“What’s this about?” Maxon asked helpfully. He wanted to give Ryland a convenient place to start.

“Well…” Ryland had practiced this conversation about a million times in his head, and let his mouth robotically fall back on that training. “I’d like to marry May.”

The words landed in the room, and James’ face split into a wide smile, “Hey! That’s wonderful.”

Maxon crossed his arms paternally, “Have you spoken to May about it?”

“Of course. Yes. We’ve talked about it. She’s… she’s very much in favor of the idea.”

“That’s wonderful news.” Maxon smiled. “Good for you.”

“Did you ask her to marry you?” Gerad asked, confused.

“Not exactly, not officially.” Ryland said, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, though he was still shaking with nerves. “I asked her if she ever wanted to marry me, though, and she liked the idea. She even said she’d like to marry me before Addy becomes Queen. So… we have a timeline.” he joked, laughing nervously.

The others grinned, especially Maxon who wheezed a little chuckle. “That’s fantastic. But Rivers… Ryland, I mean, why tell us before you’ve properly proposed?” Maxon asked. Then he hesitated. “You’re not… are you asking permission?”

Ryland winced, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” James asked, eyebrows rising high on his forehead.  

“I mean, obviously, I’m not asking you to give me May like she’s your property.” Ry said. “But it would be nice if you all… approved of the choice. Of her choosing me, I mean, not the other way around…”

“Oh.” James said, as if this explained everything.

“But also,” Ryland continued, “I don’t know… does the King have final approval on marriages within the royal family?”

Maxon blinked, taken aback. “Do you know what? I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” Gerad was surprised. Maxon always seemed to know everything.

“No. None of my mother’s family married whilst Mother was the Queen. Or if they did, it was before I was born and I’ve no idea if my father had any kind of say. I suppose that’s the sort of thing Gregory Illéa might have been likely to include in the protocol, he was nothing if not controlling. But, honestly, it’s never come up in my lifetime…”

Ryland took this news well, nodding grimly as if that was the end of it. He would have no answers that night.

But Maxon continued, “Either way, I can’t say that it matters. Of course I approve of your marrying May, I can’t imagine anyone better.”

To say that Ry was floored would have been an understatement. He could have been knocked over with a feather. He gaped openly at his king, so far beyond speechless that the baby Orders twins would have stood a better chance of speaking than Ryland did.

“Yeah,” Gerad agreed excitedly, “You make May really happy.”

“How are you going to propose?” James asked eagerly. “New Years would be perfect. Champagne flowing freely, new beginnings, and you know she’ll be all dressed up. She’d look gorgeous in the pictures of the proposal.” James massaged the palm of his hand into his forehead disconsolately, “Ugh! I wish I could have proposed to Kenna at a Palace party.”  

“Oh,” Maxon turned to James, concerned, “Well let’s do something else, then. An anniversary celebration or something. You could renew your vows, perhaps when the twins are old enough to stand still throughout the ceremony?”

“Wait.” Ryland was just catching up to the conversation. “You… you approve?”

“Yes.” Maxon said, as though Ryland had just asked if ice was frozen water.

“Don’t… don’t you want to… defend May’s honor or something?” he’d been expecting a thorough grilling, it seemed.

“Defend her honor from what?” Maxon asked with a patient smile. “You are a brave, loyal, honest man. You’re amongst the first generation of Illéans to volunteer to serve your country in the army. You were shot in the line of duty protecting my family, without hesitating for a heartbeat over your own safety.”

“Any guard would have done the same—“

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t make it any less important. Guards are extraordinary people, Ryland.” Maxon reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’d be thrilled if every child in our family married a guard someday. They are the best of the best, and you are one of them. There is no measure by which you are not suitable for May Singer, and that is truly saying something.”

Ry was obviously fighting a lump in his throat at those words of confidence.

“I completely agree.” James said.  

“Me, too.” Gerad smiled toothily.

“Of course—“ James shrugged one shoulder in an attempt at offhandedness, “If you did anything to hurt May in any way, I’d have Maxon send the air force after you.”

“Yes, stealth bombers would hunt you for all the remaining days of your life.” Maxon agreed casually.

Ryland laughed with relief at the threats, finally some of what he’d been expecting.

“That won’t happen though.” Maxon said, bringing Ryland in for a hug, the first they’d ever shared. “Congratulations, Rivers.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Welcome to the family!” James patted his back.

Gerad didn’t say anything, joining the group last of all. He was nothing but overjoyed to have another brother at last, and one of his guard friends no less. He’d run training routes with Ryland, Ryland had helped him speed up his time on one of the obstacle courses, and after that terrible business in the forest when the rebels attacked and Ryland had been shot, Gerad had volunteered to help Ry with his rehabilitation exercises. Gerad had spent much more time with Ry than Maxon or James had.

Ryland turned to Gerad and shook his hand seriously, “I won’t let you down.”

Gerad nodded, “I know.”

“So,” Maxon placed his hand on the doorknob to his bedroom but did not open it yet, “Does the rest of the family know?”

“Only if May told them.” Ry said.

James shook his head, “Kenna would have said something if she knew before tonight, and we’d have heard her squealing in there if she’d found out just now.”

Maxon grinned, “Hold on.” he released the doorknob and beelined for her dresser, on top of which sat one of his favorite cameras. He took a moment to set it up and then he turned to them, “Shall we?”

Ryland led the way. He wasn’t nervous anymore, though he was still shaking with residual adrenaline. The hardest part was over, the King had raised no objections to his marrying May. A generation ago, it wouldn’t have even been thinkable. The sister of the Queen marrying some guard? Forget about the caste demotion, it would have been a nightmare for May socially. She’d have become useless to the royal family as a tool to generate public approval.

But everything was different now. There were no caste considerations to make, and the public adored May. If anybody had doubts about her marrying a guard, they’d swallow them at the first sighting of a wedding photograph.

Ry met May’s concerned gaze with his own and smiled at her as the men returned to the family room. He gave her a thumbs up, and May clapped her hands together with a gasp. She leapt off the couch, unintentionally jostling her pregnant sister in the process, and launched herself into his arms.

“What’s going on?” America asked, rearranging herself after May’s sudden departure.

May looked up into Ry’s eyes, positively radiating happiness.

Ryland barely managed to tear his gaze from hers in order to reply to his Queen, “Your Majesty, the King has given me his blessing to propose marriage to May. But I’d also like your blessing.” he turned to Magda, “And yours, of course.”

As James predicted, Kenna squealed with delight. Maxon clicked away at his camera as Magda wasted no time hurrying over to May and hugging her closely. America took a few extra moments, negotiating her way off the sofa and over to Ry, “You’re the only man in the entire world who deserves her. Of course you have my blessing, as the Queen and as her big sister.”

Ryland smiled his thanks, and then there was a lot of hugging. Kenna hugged May, then America got her turn, and all the Singer women wanted a chance to hug Ryland, too. The happy celebration was only broken up when the door to America’s bedroom cracked open.

Little Addy, eyes squinted nearly closed against the brightness of the family room, red hair in a nest of a mess from sleep, emerged.

“Oh no,” Kenna crooned, “Did we wake you up, baby bird?

Addy nodded, clutching Elephanty to her chest with one hand and rubbing her eye with the other.

“We’re sorry, honey.” America scooped her up and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“It was loud.” Addy mumbled.

“We’ll be quiet, little love, I promise.” Maxon joined his wife and rubbed a soothing hand on the back of Addy’s head.

Addy looked around with a huge yawn, then held her arms out for May.

May laughed, “Come here, nugget. Can I tuck you back into bed?”

“Mhmm.” Addy whimpered, happily transferring from her mother to her aunt.

May planted a kiss on Addy’s head, meeting Ry’s smile with one of her own. “Duty calls.”

Ry gave one of his stiff guard’s bows to the both of them which made May chuckle as she carted the princess back to bed.

In the dark room, Addy whispered, “What happened?”

“Officer Ry said he wants to marry me.” May whispered back, laying Addy down next to her sleeping cousin.

“Um…” Addy didn’t really know what that meant.

“Soon he’ll be my husband, like your daddy is your mommy’s husband. Then Officer Ry can be your uncle.”

“He can?” Addy smiled at the thought. She loved uncles.  

“Yeah. How does that sound? Good?”

“Good.” Addy chirped, sighing into her pillow.

May sat with her and rubbed her back until, only a couple of minutes later, Addy’s breathing steadied out. Then May returned to her soon-to-be-fiancé to report that she’d obtained yet another royal blessing for their union.

#Laws of Inheritance #Challenge #The Thing with Feathers

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Pretend Girlfriend » M. Sana

» Sana • Reader

» High School!AU, Fluff

» So to anyone who doesn´t know what´s going on, this scenario was once posted on a blog which went by this url → k-pop-girl-groups. Before anyone lashes out on me, I was the owner of the blog. Luckily, I had the scenario saved which I´m really thankful for. I really liked the way it turned out and I´m sure that if I re-wrote it, I wouldn´t be 100% satisfied with it. Enjoy!

If there was one thing Sana hated more than being teased for not being in an relationship yet, it was the endless attempts from the football players to get with her. Word ´no´ wasn´t in their vocabulary as they all followed her around the school, firing pick-up lines one after other. Like a bunch of dogs they were all over her, ignoring her tries to get through them. It took Jihyo´s loud voice to get them to voluntarily leave Sana alone. “You need to do something about this. One day they might take it too far.”

Jihyo´s concerned words got stuck in her head, making her wonder what she could do about the situation. She surely wouldn´t have this problem if she was dating someone. But where was she supposed to find a person that would be willing to get into relationship with her. And more importantly; how? In her mind she had already went through rows of possible other halves, none of them good enough to play the role for a time being. None of them, except for one. Y/N L/N.

~

Sana was standing in the main building of the school, hiding from the sudden rain storm that appeared. Not like it mattered to her anyways, she had something completely different on her mind. She wondered if she really wanted to ask you for such thing. Although you two spoke quite a lot, it was true you were a bit reserved. Sana was afraid this might make you uncomfortable. But then again, she thought of the bulky football players and what they were capable of. It was worth a try, wasn´t it?

Her head turned to the side as she heard footsteps approaching. There you were, re-arranging your notes as you walked towards the exit. You stopped when Sana called out your name, smiling at her. Sana watched you walk towards her with a question in your eyes. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I was waiting for you actually.” Sana admitted, making you raise your eyebrows. “Oh really?”

She nodded, not really sure what to say next. The two of you stood there for a while, slight awkward silence enveloping you. Sana decided to break the silence by pointing out the obvious. “It´s raining pretty heavily, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess it is. So did you want something for me?” You asked curiously, unintentionally making Sana a lot more nervous than she already was. Oh, if only you knew what she was about to ask you. What if you thought she was crazy? That would do no good. She took a deep breath and looked at you, forming sentences in her head at last minute.

“Actually, yes. I´m sure this is going to be a bit shocking and hard to comprehend but you´re the only person who can help me with this. Well, only if you want to.” You gave her a nod, intently listening to what she was saying. “I´m not even going to ask if you know out football players, of course you know them. Basically, they´ve been following me around for a very long time now with not so good intentions and it´s getting a bit uncomfortable. So I´ve been meaning to ask you if you´d be willing to…” Sana trailed off, looking of to the side.

“Sana? Willing to do what?”

“If you´d be willing to pretend to date me.” There. She dropped the bomb on you. Sana watched your expression go from confused, to shocked and then flustered. Your cheeks turned pink as blood rushed into them, Sana´s request really something you didn´t expect. You began evaluating everything in your head, pitying Sana a bit as you imagined those guys not leaving her alone. Thinking there was nothing for you to lose, you reluctantly nodded your head, further assuring yourself that you wanted to help her. Sana´s face lit up, an excited squeal leaving her lips at your agreement. She pulled you into a hug. “You´re the best! Thank you so much!”

~

Just holding your hand worked like magic. Your presence was almost like a repelent against thirsty mosquitos (or guys in this case). One week into the fake relationship and Sana was finally able to live through her school days in peace. Maybe it was the fact she was now ´taken´, that forced the guys the other way, or the fact that it was a girl she was dating. Either way, Sana couldn´t be happier now, that she finally got left alone as she wished for. You? It was a little different from your view. Not that you minded being in Sana´s presence, god no, that wasn´t the case. It was the attention that came with it. Small whispers as you moved from class to class, students pointing at you in a not so discreet way, some of them chuckling a bit. Good or bad, you couldn´t care less. It was still an attention; something you weren´t very fond of. But then again, Sana´s bubbly personality made up for it in more ways than one.

In just five days you learned so much about her, and you wanted to know more. Until recently, she was just another cheerleader to you. Not that she was mean in anyway, she was breaking the stereotype fantastically and if you had to tell the truth, all her friends did the same. But now that you spent twice as much time with her during the day, you realized she was a human just like everyone else. She had her own pet peeves, her hobbies and even imperfections. All those things made her who she was, making you appreciate her even more. If someone asked you to name all the choices you regretted making, this wouldn´t be one of them.

~

Six months into the relationship and Sana was beginning to get scared. No matter how hard she tried to force herself to believe she was only imagining things, it didn´t work. Sana tried everything; from meditating to asking her friends for help. No luck in sight. Everything you did suddenly seemed perfect to her. Your laugh was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard in her life, and your smile lit up the room. On days when she couldn´t see you, she became the moodiest one could become. Oh, how scared she was. Infact, Sana was so scared she was no longer in denial of her own feelings. She was in love with you, and there way no way out.

What about you? Were you also scared? The answer was yes; you were terrified. On so many occasions have you considered ´breaking up´ with her, putting an end to the question mark era your relationship was currently in. Yet when she asked you to go to a fair with her, you didn´t find it in you to decline. Just what happened to the rule you set up at the very beginning of the charade? The one that clearly said: ´Only on school grounds.´ You had no idea, and you no longer even wanted to bring it up. When you were with her, you felt so carefree. As if nothing could bring you down. And as months passed, you forgot every single thing you said to yourself that day. Sana found her way into your heart, and you weren´t sure if you wanted her to find a way out.

~

Twelve months into the relationship and here you were, standing by the front gate with diplomas in your hands. It was post graduation ceremony, meaning an end came to a school year as well as your relationship. Or that´s what you were thinking.

“I guess this is it. We´re breaking up.” Sana chuckled, scratching the back of her neck. You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh also leaving your lips. “It sound so silly when you say that out loud.”

“A whole year passed, I can´t believe this.” Neither could you. Who would´ve thought an act of keeping the guys away would last for so long. However, now that it was about to end, you couldn´t help but feel a twinge of pain in your heart. You weren´t ready to see her go, not yet. And Sana? She wasn´t ready to let you go either. Though she wasn´t in denial of her feelings, they weren´t out. They weren´t before, they aren´t now and if she keeps her mouth shut, they won´t be ever.

No, this time, she would do it. She would tell you how she felt, even if it meant losing a friend. Not that it mattered anymore; when you were about say your goodbyes. If only she knew there was a war going on inside your head too. That you were telling yourself the very same things, building up the courage to say those three, simple words who made things so different. You had nothing left to lose. Just take a deep breath and say it;

“I love you.”

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