#rolice

I wrote this for rare pair week and then didn't post because I panicked about what constitutes a rare pair, and also felt like a massive imposter since I write like 99% Wilmon and didn't want to impose on the event. Anyway. Apparently I'm over that enough to post it now. So... here, have this little Rolice drabble.

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Rosh is trying to pluck up some courage. 

Because Rosh does not like rich kids, and especially not Hillerska rich kids. But then there’s Felice. Felice, who is kind to Sara, and who makes Simon laugh, and who might just be the most beautiful girl Rosh has ever seen.

Felice who’s currently helping Linda with lunch. If Rosh times it right, maybe—

“She’ll say yes, you know.”

Somehow, Wilhelm appears out of nowhere.

“What the fuck do you know?” Rosh grumbles.

His knowing smile makes butterflies flutter in her stomach. And – despite herself – gives the last push she needs.

I drew this on my phone sooo...

Contains: Sophia Barclay, Vincent Goyle, Rose Granger-Weasley, Alice Longbottom II, Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Severus Potter

This chapter of @bluedalahorse's and my regency AU fic is for the femslash lovers, Rolice enjoyers, tall ship enthusiasts, and slow burn connoisseurs.

Since everyone was loving Rosh/Felice in the rare pair game over on the confessions blog, here's Rosh narrating a sexy sapphic moment between her and Felice for a teaser:

Felice called me into her room and asked for my help tying the back lace of her dress, the one that secured the neckline. Her maid had forgotten, or maybe, I thought, as I felt her lean back into my touch ever so slightly, she had saved it for me. When I told her I was worried and that I wished she would just decline the invitation, she whipped out the dagger I had given her, that she now always keeps hidden amongst her skirts. Before I knew it she had switched our positions, coming to stand behind me, and holding the dagger close to my throat. She had the blade pointed away from me, and her grip on my waist with her other hand was gentle. But still my heart thudded and my breath caught in my throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” she said into my ear. “You have turned me into a fierce fighter.” She released me with a little shove, and I masked the seconds it took for me to recover by perching on the edge of her vanity. “You are a good student,” I said, and it is true.