#i get so relieved when i get an order from a customer i haven't heard from in a while

[yostresswritinggirl]

Tales of The Ghost Writer

“You met Xingqiu at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you.”

Pairings -> Xingqiu x Author!Reader

Word Count -> 3518

Theme -> Long Fic, Fluff

Series -> #Bonafide specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> Xingqiu's name might be mispelled at times, also he rambles a lot

Entry Log # 645:

I’ve once again delivered the new batch of books to Wanwen Bookhouse today at 4PM, 30 new books in collection to be sold. That would add up to a total of 420 published books for Legend of the Lone Sword. Despite its old circulation, collectors and avid bookworms still seek out the volumes. In a spur of the moment thought, the 4th volume was finally rereleased for more readers to get a chance to read them. While on my rounds, I’ve met a particularly peculiar fan.

“4th volume?” You nod as you set down the stack of books on the counter where Jifang stood behind with a welcoming smile. “Thank you, everyone has been asking about it for a while now. I don’t understand how people keep missing out on the last volume like so.” There was an exchange of giggles between you continued your idle chatter, busying yourself with recounting the stack to make sure the order placed was exact. Yep, 30.

You picked one up from the top pile as Jifang enters the bookhouse to gather the payment. It wasn't that much of a feat to carry a pile of 30 books when it's only this thick, you thought as you opened the book in the middle and... buried your nose in it, literally. Archons, the scent of freshly printed books had always been such a stress reliever of a kind. The imprints were still fresh as you run your thumb over the pristine white page of page 75, the gravings of the letter bumping it in such an intricate and endearing manner. You suppose it should be prime time you get a copy of your own-

"Ah, the glorious scent fresh books offer are quite irresistible to everyone," your head whipped to the side in a hurry at the embarrassing display. Yet your new company only offered a light-hearted laugh, floaty and flowing swiftly past his lips. You find it enjoyable to listen to. "Fret not, I don't judge such honest guilty pleasure."

His smile was soft and respectful as you return it, watching his hand (wrists largely ruffled) pick up the next book on the pile, his interest shining the more he recognizes the the piece of literature. Such expensive clothing and poise, you thought as you continued to inspect. "I knew Wanwen had a schedule of new releases today, but I was not informed it would be the 4th volume of the Legend of the Lone Sword!"

"A fan?" You mused as you placed back the copy you took, leaning against the counter as you watched him quickly scan the lines of the book. He was intensely staring at every word with such a calculating gaze, that sometimes break when he reads how the character would sometimes reach an impasse, or when a new discovery reaches its peak. His ardent gaze was enough of an answer. When he took a break from reading to pass you his attention, you hadn't realize how red your cheeks had been out of embarrassment. "I've always wanted to get my hands on my own copy of the 4th, yet everytime all bookhouses in Liyue keep running out of stock. Is delivery normally this scarce?" He'd gestured at the not so looming pile.

You nod in response with a forgoing giggle. "Publishing could be running into some... shortness of funds?" Subtle, yet he hums in disappointment at the thought. His little pout, adorable, as he buries his face in the book again. I would gladly fund such glorious writing, you thought you heard past the leather back before the ornate doors past the counter finally opened again.

"Ah sorry it took so long, I couldn't find the exact pouch for the- hey! You again, you've read and been scolded dozens of times already," the woman angrily gestures to the notice board by the table, "Pay first, read later!"

You snorted, thankfully masked by the sudden cry of the caught culprit as he was smacked (hopefully gently) on the head by the owner, forcing him to put back the book to the pile. "Hnghh, but Lady Jifang! You didn't scold her, she was indulging herself with the book just the same," you breathed a fake gasp of astounded betrayal, before you three had laughed in chorus.

The oldest of your trio scoffed in amusement as she placed the bag of Mora unto your waiting hand. "What, her? Why would I scold her, she probably knows every word like the back of her ha-" her rambling was then cut off by a loud smack on her bottom, a book expertly finding its way back to your hand with a perfectly cut smile. Her yelp was not unnoticed by the male as he laughs at the display.

"Let him be, he's really been patiently waiting for the release!" Jifang scoffs at the word patiently as you came to the defense of blunette. You were never really aware of the norm in Wanwen, as you usually come by at a time where you would have been alone. This was a first.

"Quite so! Just the start of the volume had me hooked, setting for the peak of the story climax! The synopsis itself already hinted of another inclusion of a new element into the story I had not expected from this style of a book, surely such a writer would not tread such parallel territory without being an expert teller-" Jifang watched in amusement as her gaze lands on you at the start of the bookworm's rambling, watching the redness touch the tip of your ear with an abashed smile shyly gracing your lips. Behind it she can see the mirth and amusement, something she outwardly shows with her own expression.

"Wow," was the Liyuean woman's only response once the speaker has finished his lengthy speech. His dorkiness stands with pride at his examination.

You cleared your throat before you could mutter your initial words, finally realizing the time. "That was... quite marvelous of an analysis. A-Anywaysss, thank you for your partnership, I hope the books are all sold by tomorrow!"

And with that you swiftly made your exit, wanting to find a place to scream the embarrassment out. Or maybe squeal, just to be subtle.

Entry Log # 15:

As a distant relative to the Guhua clan, the (L/N) clan was not exactly known to be tied closely to the prestigious clan known for their expert martial. However, despite the impure connection, they carry with them still the honor of learning the arts to a meticulous detail.

Your family was one of the living practitioners of the Guhua Arts, twice removed, yet your spotlight was not that obvious as the name would carry. Your father wish to carry a new kind of prestige without relying on the powerful namesake and he had been adamant since birth to grind every teaching and form of the art into his immediate family.

"Misogyny nor feminism will not save you from battle, only your own strength." Something along those lines, was what he said.

Your eldest brother was his main point of reference when scolding you on not taking your lessons properly. A slacker he is, now he lacks not only a means of security but also financial stability, that's what you end up to if you don't treasure the arts of our family. You have no idea how martial arts brings you monetary security, but you can't really state to your own father that his logic was a bit skewed.

Daily during morning and the first touch of evening, you had resigned yourself into training under your father's supervision. As the eldest daughter of the house, you carry with you still a responsibility to be strong. No fraility was accepted, and your mother always argues about your father's ever so masculine lifestyle being imposed on you, a lady that should be taught other customs for means of living.

Yet after every session, at the end of the day under the caress of the lamp by your study table, your hands move with precision and calmness he would have scoffed at in the dojo. The beauty of words and their power to create new worlds effortlessly had drawn you in too easily, ever since you were young you had a knack for the books your mother reads to herself or to you.

Entry Log # 651:

The next time you'd met the Wanwen Bookworm (nickname you gave) was a rare moment when he'd finally looked at you more than the book in his hand. It seemed your little interaction from the bookhouse was attention-grabbing enough to make him seek out your person with a bunch of questions and wonder.

You gulped, patting down your blue skirt before accompanying him. The way he rambles was too dangerous, it was drawing something within you to also do the same, and you feared you may let out something you shouldn't. But a fellow 'reader' is good company, and with the little interactions you had with the same age group with the same interest makes this moment something you can't pass.

"Carrier to the Yae Publishing House?" You nodded calculatedly, after confirming you've said just the right information. "Quite intriguing, especially with such young age to be working in line with the greatest press house in Teyvat." Ohhh, he's surely smart despite the first impression of goofiness.

You giggled as politely as you can remember you should upon the scarce teachings of your mother. "I've always liked literature so I couldn't uhm let the opportunity pass, even if it's insignificant like that." Good, good, piling up the lies. You're grateful you haven't made some contract of friendship and happen upon the wrath of your nation's God. Or Qixing.

"Surely, you must have been in the presence of some of the wordsmiths during your rendezvous! So tell me," there was a dangerous glint in his eyes and you knew exactly what he's gonna ask, "Have you met the legendary Bob Ong?"

Oh goodness, you felt him caress and pat your back as you tried your best to breathe after the sudden choking on nothing, he was so spot on that you were horrified even if you had an inkling of what he was gonna inquire. "I uhm I don't really know what I'm allowed to say." In the inside you were goddamn screaming.

"You don't have to tell me anything about him, really! It's his mystery that makes his character just the most intriguing." You gulped down hard, this time without choking out of nothing. "I don't really know much about who he is since he's, you know, unknown? No clues whatsoever, he could be anywhere right now, maybe you've talked to him already or no. Yeah?"

He held a convincing hum before taking in the cryptic answer, content, for now you assume. "Not many avid readers of the book can place a name to the unnamed author, but how blind they were to see the cryptic signature at the back of the cover. Truly a wonderous act." Xingqiu, you finally learned his name, had took you out to lunch for the trouble and enjoyment. It wasn't really necessary, but you figured it was probably to keep you with him longer to converse about the books more.

A lot of his... analysis actually coincide with the messages that you lodged between the lines. He understands your way of narration more than you do at times, and you were left wondering just how much he had read of the fourth volume despite only having it for a few days then. When evening once again struck, you had bid each other farewell in the promise of another time to hang.

"It's a literature of love and freedom- disguised as a martial arts novel." Was his parting analysis, and you were left to wonder, was that really what you had projected into your works?

Entry Log # 32:

In your young and hopeful mind, you'd sent your first ever manuscript to Yae Publishing House. It wasn't your first work but it was the one you worked hard on the most, with weeks of furbishing and reworks. Your mother, although not directly informed of your whole plan, had provided you with great feedback and generous suggestions. And soon you created the first manuscript of 'String of Pearls'.

With a generous note and what you hoped is enough mora to at least publish a book, your package was sent to Inazuma.

You waited for days, of which turned to weeks, and then to months. You thought by the end of it all, you had been swindled but as young as you still hoped for the best of its outcome.

And then one day, as you were sweeping the outside of your gates in preparation for your father's return from some business in the harbor, a lone man of Inazuman style found its way to your humble abode. He calls himself Mr. Nine, and in his arms cradled two similar looking books, with a familiar envelope.

That was when you had been given the opportunity to write for the greatest Publishing House under the guise of a pseudonym. The great Nine was astounded by your ripeness paired with your prowess in writing. You hid behind Bob Ong, a protection from being belittled as a young child and a woman, to prevent being traced by your father if ever.

Yet you remained as subtle still. Even if your name was not written on the covers themselves, within your heart you were still the writers of those books. You've placed anagrams and mysterious puzzles revealing your name but it was part of the intrigue of the story that they had not thought much about it.

One day, you lost your book when you had gone out to eat. It was the second copy, as you carried the first one in your room, yet it still held a special place in your heart.

Xingqiu was a master novelist too, as you'd expect from someone so enthusiastic on the art of literature too. You'd long since become friends and found out soon enough his true identity. The heir to the Feiyun Commerce Guild, master practitioner of the Guhua Clan Arts, soon to be novelist. He was in every aspect the better half between you two.

One day in his daily reading breaks where he would happen upon you, he had found his eyes wafting over your notebook that you always carry. It was designed to look like a hard bound book specially tailored to your tastes, but it was nothing but mere keepers of your notes and musings.

Your newest page had in it a brand new draft for a brand new story you wanted to flesh out before the success of Legend of the Lone Sword diminishes. Mr. Nine still praised you for the success of your first major publishing and had assured you that there's no need to immediately compensate with another work so early, but your mind was already so eager to work. Your friend had never seen you so- flamed and passionate as the paper caves to the intense pressure your pencil places on it.

So he leans on your shoulder slightly (glad you were still distracted) as he quietly reads the words that articulates on the paper. The more Xingqiu reads, the more he craves, just the same vigor he felt everytime he had read his favorite works when each chapter invigorates him to continue to the end.

"Such a great outline," the blunette breathes out as he leans his cheek at the crown of your head. You let out a cute squeak when you'd finally come to, and turned your head to face him- "I didn't know you were into romance, my liege. Tell me, just where do you get such inspirations?" Your nose softly collided against the smoothness of his cheek, your lips ghosting over the line that is his jaw.

You scrambled backwards to direction opposite of his, yet with his body weight leaning on you, his center of balance quickly shifted on your weight like a net being pulled against the sides of a boat. You both toppled over.

"My, my, I didn't expect such abrupt resistance from you," Xingqiu's arms caged you as it holds him up against the grassland on either side of you. There was a certain mischievous glint in the ocean that is his eyes, which only meant one thing. "No need to be shy," you closed your eyes shut as his face leans in closer to yours, fanning over the frame of your face as he lets out a warm yet teasing exhale, "I'm sure we've gone past our personal bubbles in this relationship." You felt his chest against yours and braced for the inevitable-

as he finally licked your nose(?).

What.

"X-XINGQIUUUUU!" And then a cry of pain after a particularly harmful blow.

Entry Log # 659:

Xingqiu had always been a man of great words despite his chicken scratch of a penmanship. Vivid tales of his manuscript that I'm sure the Publishing House would take great value for, his years of memorizing numerous works in his arsenal. He told me that if I were to one day publish the manuscript, he wants to get the first copy and the first to get it signed. However Xingqiu has one glaring weakness when it comes to the art of words. When I asked him what would be a good title for the manuscript I made, he simply said, "Tales of the Writer!" And he sent a goofy smile. I thought he was joking, and I asked again, this time of what his work would be named. He replied:

"Why, Legend of Sword, of course!" He really sucks at titles.

Entry Log # 660:

Upon returning home with my new work ready to be shipped off for mass publishing, I've finally confronted my father. I had with me the final volume of my first work and offered it to him as first a gift of reconciliation, and my father took it with a mirthful glint in his eyes. He said he has been looking for the last volume of the series he'd been wanting to complete. I... I didn't know father was a fan.

The climax of my entire double-life ended so peacefully and tragically meh. I was expecting a martial arts fight of honor that will go down in history, but instead I ended up signing my own book as my father gushed about how nicely I illustrated the martial arts teaching we had during our sessions. I did not sleep well that night.

October 9th was a day celebrated by others more than the young master Xingqiu. The pavilion was mixed in with people from different walks of life and of faces he doesn't necessarily recognize. He lingers by the open window that shows the grandeur balcony, beckoning him outside. Today was a scheduled new release for Wanwen Bookhouse, and he had heard several chatters from the citizens that a new series would be published hailing from Yae Publishing House once again.

And the virtuoso of literature cannot attend such important matter himself because of his own birthday. How irking, you weren't even there to help appease his grumbling, you should have been here by now upon his invitation.

Suddenly the master of invitations bellowed out a familiar name, as his job to announce the entrance of the invited guests to the banquet. When he looks up, you were already walking down the grand staircase in your creme and blue Hanfu garb, accompanied by a tall man of a different wear—

"(Y/N), M-Mr. Nine-!" He bowed politely to the man as you curtsied at his presence. You looked absolutely dashing yet the man towered your form easily. "It's my honor to finally meet you, sire."

"Happy birthday, Xingqiu, I've heard many great things about you," the blunette opened his hands to receive the book gifted by the man. It had a familiar cover and title to it, Legend of Sword, "Great things, in fact, that there would too be great things to discuss later on." The Inazuman graced him a smile and he almost teared up at the implications, if not for when the author suddenly nudged you forward from your demure state.

Tales of the Ghost Writer

"X-Xingqiu, happy birthday! This is uhm, I've always wanted to- I wanted to give you this myself, I know you'd miss the first batch of releases," an unfamiliar book sits on his palm now. A plume and sword adorning its cover but no title, he shifts his hand to open it to the first page, "You said you wanted its first copy be signed, and I thought it appropriate to be given now at such a special occasion."

There in fresh print and ink he'd finally been revealed the mysteries he had long been searching for.

Against the translucent paper it was written and signed,

Tales of The Ghost Writer

Bob Ong, (Y/N)

@creation-magician @your-local-venti-simp @boxofteenageideas @indigodreamtime47

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact xingqiu #xingqui x reader #xingqiu x reader #Bonafide specials #exile.flower #accidentally posted again but okay #female reader

[ayu-shiridara]

Fall pt.5 (George Weasley X Reader)

Another terrible thing to read.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After your marriage, you and George stayed at the Burrow with Molly, since Ginny and Harry are living somewhere as well as Ron and Hermione you two decided to live with Molly for the meantime. After Fred's death, everything changed. George's mood is not always good. You can hear his sobs in the middle of the night. You don't know what to do.

"Am I not good enough to cheer him up?" You asked Molly while crying in her arms in the lounge.

"It's not like that dear, he's still grieving to his twin's death, " Molly said comforting you.

She wiped your tears and kissed your forehead.

"Let's make something that can make both of you feel better, " Molly said.

You nodded and both of you headed to the kitchen. She cooked your favourite food and gave you some tea.

"Eat and we will visit Fred's and Levi's graveyard after this, " Mrs Weasley said.

After lunch, you decided to go upstairs and

"Georgie?" You said and walked to him.

"(Y/N), " George said and he extended his arms asking for a hug.

"We're going to visit Fred and Levi, are you coming with us?" You asked in your softest tone.

"Sure, I'm just going to get ready, wait for me, " he said and released you from the hug.

You nodded and head downstairs to help Molly arrange the flowers you're going to bring on Fred and Levi's graveyard. After a minute Arthur arrives from work. All of you left the Burrow and walk to the graveyard. You holding the flowers while George's arms wrapped around your waist walking silently. When you arrive at their graveyard, Molly cleaned the gravestone and George placed the flowers on it.

"Freddie we missed you, both you and Levi missed a lot of things. I'm going to re-open the shop next week. A lot of customers want to explore the shop again. Isn't it great? I just wished you're still here with us, " George said.

He stands up and you buried your face in his chest while hugging him. After an hour you all went back to the Burrow.

--

The following week you and George went back to the shop. You helped him with restoring some stuff.

"Come on Georgie let's go and grab some lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, " you said.

He became more silent after Fred's death. He barely speaks or laughs. Both you and George walk to the Leaky Cauldron and order some food. While both you and George are having your lunch someone cleared her throat from the back. You and George turn around to look who is it.

"George!" The girl exclaimed.

"Angelina?" George asked.

"Yes, you still remember me, " Angelina exclaimed and hugged George.

You cleared your throat making them broke the hug.

"Who is she?" Angelina asked.

"I'm (Y/N) Weasley, George's wife, " you said proudly.

Her actions are different, you can sense that she wants George for herself.

"Oh, you're Harry's friend, (Y/N)(L/N)?" She said.

"Not only Harry's friend but also my wife, " George said and grabbed your waist.

Since both of you are done eating, George pays for the bills and both of you immediately exited the Leaky Cauldron leaving Angelina. You went back to the shop and both you and George finished doing your business. It's dinner and you're sitting on the dining table while waiting for your husband to finish the meal.

"I was surprised to see Angelina, I haven't heard anything about her since we dropped out of Hogwarts, " George said.

You didn't say a word because you hate hearing Angelina's name. It's obvious that she liked your husband.

"We're going to reopen the shop tomorrow right?" You asked, changing the topic.

"Yeah, I'm excited to meet new customers again. And a bit sad because it's only you and me, just missing Freddie, " George said and sighed.

"Everything is going to be fine, I missed him too Georgie, " you said and hold George's hand.

"Love, can you promise me one thing?" George said.

"Anything, " you replied.

"Please don't leave me like everyone I love did, " He said.

You smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Never, " you said.

The following day you reopened the shop. A lot of customers excitedly purchased George's products. It was a successful reopening. The day went well not until a woman entered the shop wearing seductive clothes.

"Georgie, can you tell me how this works?" She said in her flirty tone of voice.

"I can tell you how, " You said and frowned at her.

"Can't a customer request who's going to assist her?" Angelina asked.

You sighed and just watched how an old schoolmate flirts with our husband which is too annoying.

--

Days passed and Angelina always visits the shop. Which annoyed you the most. One night you're sitting on the armchair reading a book waiting for him to arrive. He came home drunk.

"Where have you been?" You asked worriedly.

He didn't say a word and pressed his lips on yours harshly. His hands toured around your body.

"Love, I want you tonight, " he whispered to your ear.

"George you're drunk, " you said.

But that didn't stop him. You did it both of you had a long night.

--

After that night George becomes more affectionate to you. You felt more relieved that he won't cheat on you. He will never look at other girls. Today Ron volunteered to help George at the shop because you're going to visit Molly to the Burrow.

"I'll be leaving, I will come back tonight, " You said.

"Be safe love, " George said and before you leave he kissed you.

When you arrive at the Burrow, Molly welcomed you with a hug as well as Arthur.

"(Y/N) dear, how are you?" Molly said.

"We're doing great, we reopened the shop and it was successful, " you said.

"That's good to hear, " Arthur said.

You're in the middle of the conversation but suddenly you felt weird. You felt like throwing up. You ran to the sink and threw up.

"(Y/N) are you okay?" Arthur asked.

You nodded and wiped your mouth. Molly handed you a glass of water.

"Let's bring her to St. Mungos, " Molly said.

"I'm fine, " you said.

"No dear, I have a feeling that nevermind, come on, " Molly said bringing you to St. Mungo.

The healer checked you and you waited for hours for the results to come.

"Congratulations Mrs Weasley, " the healer said.

"Why are you congratulating me?" You asked confusedly.

"You're having a baby, " The healer said and left.

You don't know what to say. You and George are having a baby. Finally having a proper family. The best news you ever heard. You can't wait for the day to end and tell George everything. It's like a dream come true.

"We're happy for you, " Molly said.

--

The day went stressing for George. You're not around so he can't control his emotions. He went outside, it's hot outside he felt dehydrated when an Angelina showed up giving him a bottle of water.

"Thanks, " George said and drank it.

Not knowing that Angelina put an Amortentia in it. The day ended and Ron bid a goodbye. George was waiting for you in the shop when a Lady entered.

"Sorry ma'am but the store is closed already you can come back tomorrow, " George said.

But the woman didn't listen.

"Georgie, " Angelina said flirtily.

Then pressed his lip onto George's. George who was under a love potion doesn't understand, he thinks that the woman who's snogging him was you.

--

"I transfigured this letter to a ring, I'm sure George will figure out what's in this ring. I'm excited to tell him about our unborn child, " you said happily.

You put your wedding ring to a chain and wear it as a necklace and place the transfigured ring to your ring finger. Arthur sent you back to the flat and before you leave the burrow you gave Molly a hug.

"I can't wait to meet my grandchild, " she said.

When you arrive at the flat you thanked Arthur before he went back to the burrow.

"Thank you, Dad, " you said.

"Say hi to George for me, " Arthur said.

You smiled at him. You notice that the lights in the shop are still on.

"Perhaps George is still waiting for me," you said to your self.

You opened the shop and called for George but no one answered. You notice a familiar figure of two people on the counter. You walked nearer to the counter. You burst into tears. You can't believe it. George was snogging Angelina.

"How could you?" You cried.

They broke the kiss and looked at you. Your heart shattered into pieces. It feels like thousands of knives are stabbing your heart. You remove the fake ring and throw it to the floor and walk away from the shop. You ran as far as you could. You don't want to see their faces anymore. Your feet dragged you to Levi and Fred's graveyard. You cried you screamed.

"Why? Why do I have to suffer like this, " you screamed

You wish Levi was here. You wish Fred was here. Or you wish you died with them.

You knelt down and hugged yourself.

"I wish they're still alive too," a familiar voice said.

You stopped crying and you turned around and saw Draco.

"Why are you crying? Are you okay?" He said.

Once again you burst into tears and Draco hugged you.

"Go on, cry, cry until you feel better. This is what Levi used to do when I don't feel good, " he said and rubbed your back.

After an hour you finally stopped crying.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

You nodded. You don't know that Draco is nice. It shocked you but you're thankful that he is here to comfort you.

"I always visit these two every night. I love to talk to them. About what happened to me the whole day, " he said.

You didn't say a word and you rested your head to his shoulder. You're tired and don't know where to go. You don't want to see George or Angelina. You don't want to go home.

"Come on it's getting cold, I know a cosy place to stay for the night, you can tell me what happens when you're ready, trust me," Draco said.

Draco leads you a familiar forest. He opened a small cabin with a trapdoor only.

"Alohamora, " Draco said and the trap door opened.

The trapdoor revealed stairs. You walk down and Draco followed you. He's telling the truth this place is cosy. You looked around and saw a lot of pictures.

"This is Levi's home, before the battle of Hogwarts she brought me here and told me that I'm always welcome here, " Draco said.

It's unusual that Draco us being talkative and soft. But at least he made you feel better.

--

George stood there confused. Angelina soon left the shop. He picked up that ring and placed it inside his pocket. The next morning Ron visited the shop.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Ron asked.

"She cried and ran away yesterday, " George said.

"What happened? You didn't run after her?" Ron asked.

George didn't reply.

"What is wrong with you?" Ron asked.

George didn't answer. Ron just sighed.

"I have to go now, I'm going to visit mum," Ron said and exited the shop.

--

Months passed and Angelina is still flirting with George. George who has no idea was still trying to recall and think why you cried and ran. Your friendship with Draco is growing. He helped you a lot. He helped you and your unborn children. You just found out that you're carrying twins. You and Malfoy became the best of friends. But still, you can't change the fact that you want to see George. You want to feel his touch. You longed for everything about him. One day when you were cleaning Levi's home you notice a picture of you, her, George, Fred and Lee. The photo of the Yule Ball. You missed them so much. Then an owl arrives with a letter on its beak. It's a letter from your parents asking you to go to North America to spend time with them.

"Draco do you think I should go to North America?" You asked.

"Why not? Maybe your parents will help you clear your thoughts. Have time for yourself, " Draco said.

"Yeah, " you said.

Before you left you sent a letter to Molly. Draco promised that he will follow you to America on the day of your labour because you made him your children's godfather.

--

Today Molly told Ron and Ginny that you already went to America. So Ron and Ginny went to the shop to see if George went to America with you. The shop was closed but they still entered and went to the flat. When they opened the door he was shocked by what they saw. George was with Angelina cuddling on the couch.

"George? What is she doing here?" Ron asked furiously

"She's my girlfriend, " George said.

"Girlfriend? You have a wife! You're cheating on your wife!" Ginny said.

"I have what?" George asked.

"You better get out of here, " Ginny said angrily to Angelina.

"Do you think Fred will be happy if he sees you cheating with your wife," Ron said.

"Wait I don't understand, " George said.

"We better take you to mum, " Ginny said and glared at Angelina.

Angelina soon left and Ron, Ginny and George went to the Burrow.

"What brings you here? I thought you're with (Y/N)," Molly asked.

"(Y/N) ran away a few months ago, " George said.

"Is that the reason why (Y/N) is not visiting us, " Molly asked.

"She wouldn't run away if you don't cheat at her, " Ron said.

"If Fred was still here I'm sure he'd be disappointed, " Ginny said.

Molly stood silently went to the kitchen and made something. When she went back she made George drink what she made. After George take it he finally comes back into his senses.

"What happened?" George asked.

"You can't blame him, he's under love potion, " Molly said.

"You mean Angelina gave him love potion?" Ginny asked.

"The same thing happened to me when I was in Year 6?" Ron asked.

"Where's (Y/N)? Where's my wife?" George asked

Molly, Ron and Ginny stood silent. Molly handed him your letter.

Mrs Weasley

I'm happy to be part of your family but now is my time to leave. I'm going to America to live with my parents. Don't worry I'm doing fine. I guess we will see you after years. I always love your son. And our secret let's wait for him to find out.

-(Y/N)(L/N)

"She's gone?" George asked.

"Yo-you cheated on her, " Ron said.

Tears stream down on George's face. He lost his love one again. Without you, his world was nothing. You promised him that you will never leave but he can't blame you.

--

The following day Angelina visited the shop again. She walked to George and attempted to hug him but George pushed her away. He was furious.

"You ruined everything, I don't love you, I only love (Y/N), leave, I don't want to see your face again!" George yelled at her.

Angelina looked frightened it was the first time she saw George like that so she immediately left the shop. George pulled the ring you throw when you ran away. He kissed it and he cried.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), I love you too, always, " George said.

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Arranged Marriage: The Theory

At the start of the year with my 2019’s first blog I said I would write about this only after I find my soulmate. Sorry to disappoint you as I haven't found one but I should start writing because it could act like therapy to this ruthless act. Hence, Welcome to the world of finding your soulmate! I believe this world works on three ideologies.

(A)It's an indefinite war. (B) It may have multiple or guest warriors. (C) Victory and defeat could be enjoyed and shared by many.

So let’s get on this chariot of weddings and explore the war struck marriage bureaus (homes).

To start with, when you approve of the marriage to be arranged the concept in itself goes absolutely against the values inculcated in you for all your ages by your parents - ‘Do not talk to or entertain strangers.’ YES! All their threats, bashing and repeated instructions fail when you agree to this way of marriage. PERIOD. It is that idea where more you entertain the unknown the more your family is happy. And it’s your family who is searching the unknown for you. How can a stranger be defined suitable for you in a few meetings to stay with all your life? And to add up to this heat all the stars, moon, sun and planets are deciding your fate through a chart. For most  Hindus, kundali is what nationality is to the nation! So let’s hit the 1st ideology.

A) It's an indefinite war.

It starts when you finish your teenage and continues until you break through all the maturity for some. For others it happens like a dream that is come true. Roughly after 28 you are a refugee where you are under the shelter of your parents like a refugee camp. If you don’t believe they will make you believe with just one statement ‘look at your age’. Everybody’s goal is your marriage.

This arranged companionship is purposeless. It is like a pattern a society has been following and living through. The ideologies may have evolved gradually but our elders got stuck in customs. Why was there suspicion at first with ‘who is that girl/boy you were talking to or chatting with or we saw you sitting with’ if we were meant to meet the strangers? You getting married to a person with their approval is about their respect in the society. There is no gossiping and whispering around when you are in full agreement with your family and their heads are high while saying we have found our son/daughter in law.

B) It may have multiple warriors.

The process is depressing, draining, emotionally suffocating, challenging yourself and your qualities. It’s humiliating. YES you heard it right! Humiliating. It has a very harsh impact on your mind and heart. Do expect some breakdown or tears. There is a constant cloud of marriage on you. Now you may like somebody but the other one may not or vice a versa. So they don’t respond back and so do you apparently. In this process the standby period is testing your abilities to be a better person. Just let it go and move on. While you are hunting the partner there are several others on the mission for you or others or for selves. When you were born there were others too who have now reached the same phase like you. So the warriors range from your contemporaries, friends or the relatives of the ones finding for you. So you moving on could give them an opportunity for themselves or some other proposed candidate and relieve you from the stress. People selflessly suggest the brides or grooms. But this selflessness is tied to a responsibility which the girl/boy has to carry on his/her shoulders. You are not liable to marry to preserve and keep up to somebody’s relations. It is not about others happiness by you marrying their known ones. This gives way to a lot of misunderstandings and differences. The ego and self respects are tried while you aren’t finding somebody worth. Should you marry only because of the family ties?

C) Victory and defeat could be enjoyed and shared by many.

So when somebody doesn’t suit you, you play the game of passing the ball in somebody else’s court. Hence wedding is also a game. You sportingly give it to somebody else hoping that they might hit a rapport and find that magic in each other. Some relatives very genuinely reject the man/woman and show faith in you. They think you deserve better. Some just throw the idea of compromises. You do not compromise in business or sports or marriages. It’s either gain and loss or win and defeat.

As a suitor you anyways don’t know each other. Hence the first impression or the spark is what matters. You take time for yourself and you feel it should be in a certain way.  But your parents don’t let you do that. Everybody is not that similar in thoughts and opinions. They try to tell you how you rejected somebody for a silly reason and now you have no choices left. Really? When did we have choices?Arranged marriages restricts your choices at various levels. Starting with education and qualification ending with the horoscope. This is the phase when they treat you like you are just another human on the planet doing no good in your life yet dreaming big. But this is the phase when you know how strong and focused and witted you are. They may rate your maturity to the lowest but you know how your maturity levels can even out-stand theirs but you chose silence. This is when the generation gaps come out in open. Their ‘listen to us, we elders know a lot’ card makes you feel how foolish were you when you obeyed them and served the orders out of respect. The day when they should respect your decisions, you stand wrong and immature. Because ‘you’ do not agree to them and wish to have ‘your’ say in ‘your’ marriage.

I recommend no arranged marriage. Do not get trapped into its clutches. Let yourself have some choices. And if you don’t find a partner by yourself with whom you would want to be with, you walk into this kind of wedding business.

Now that you are in it and if you wish to be in it and do not have any expectations, go for it and it’s a perfect concept for you. But if you have expectations get ready to encounter the massive battle.

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