#Gaming ff status

[m00nb04rd5]

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy 7)

[megacarapa]

*covered in blood* ijve been playing ffta nonstop for 2 days

[cainite-bite]

one of my most favorite pet peeves is when someone talks about an old edgy game and is like "its a shame because you couldn't just make that nowdays it would NEVER have been allowed its a shame how we've fallen" but like you get to look at them in comparison to things we have now that are actively even more grusome than ever. People say manhunt couldn't be released today because its too brutal but then the last of us has some extra brutal executions too, and don't even get me started on how the MK series is nowadays. "they would have to censor the story so heavily today so im glad [blank] came out years ago" they say, as some weren't already censored to tone it down- a perfect example of that is always going to be Twisted Metal Black where they changed up Raven's, Dollface's, Agent Stone's, Preacher's, John Doe's story to simmer them all down and lighten the blow, expunging certain levels ambient sounds because the implications of domestic violence, and the changing of No-face's surgical cutscene to make it not as explicitly nasty and meanwhile modern games have been actively stepping it up to be even worse.

"Games are just too prudish nowdays we couldnt even get another ghostly desires LOL" and meanwhile the front page to steam is literally littered with hentai games. that do not hide the lewd and raunchy screenshots. sometimes its a freshly creampied pussy in your face. yeah that. Im sorry but there's so much god damn porn games that are available to buy and some of it is mainstream even (Huniepop for instance).

Back in the day NightTrap was rated as an Adult game. Now? It's T for teen because how tame it kinda is. We're not as prudish or pearlclutchy on literally any of these points as we used to be and thank fucking god for that- but literally take off the nostolgia goggles cause its fuckin blinding you sweetie

[lemedy]

first ffvii rebirth hot take is that I'm not particuarly taken with the song and maybe Final Fantasy theme songs peaked in the 90s/early 00s with Eyes on Me/Melody of Life/1000 Words.

that being said, Aerith really is wearing the fuck out of that dress.

[grailfigure]

Seitenshi Ultima // Final Fantasy XIV

Meister Quality Figure by Square Enix

[lildoodlecat]

I wonder if I'd be better at the original turn-based system for ff7 or if I'd get my ass kicked just as much,,

Like idk I think I'm pretty good at turn-based combat bUt I did also have trouble with ff9 I think?? so maybe I'm just bad at ff games ajdjskxk

[gender-euphowrya]

ff16 is the 3rd best selling game on ps5 and squenix has the Audacity to be like 😢 we didn't make as much moneys as we wanteeeed it's a FAILURE *tears down wallpaper* waaaaaah

[heechwe]

Could you do Heeseung with

❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞

❝ Make love to me. ❞

I don’t care about action or place. Just not threesome.🤍🤍🤍

Anyways, this is such a good idea for making ff🫶💕

Heeseung may have a plethora of duties to uphold as the prince regent, but that does not mean he has to give up the only thing in his world that paints the humdrum of life in color rather than shades of grey.

You, a handmaiden to his childhood friend—a friend who would be expected to become his wife—were not in any of his plans when you met. You shrugged him off as a spoiled brat and he saw you as beneath him immediately due to your status.

Who thought it would end here, you naked in his bed and him adorning you with kisses and confessions of love? It's easy to pretend when you're together that the the world outside his chambers doesn't matter. That his expectations don't exist at all.

But they always call him back eventually.

"You should be mine," he whispers as he presses against you, his cock pressing past the start of your walls until he's fully inside of you. "I don't care what they say, you are mine."

He grips you tighter and presses hard kisses into your collarbone. "You deserve better, but—"

You touch your fingertips to his mouth, forbidding him from going on another diatribe about the harsh realities of his world. "I don't care about that, Hee. Just make love to me."

So he does, in spite of all his instincts to release you and not ruin you further. A better man would, but a man in love—prince or commoner—will always have a hard time letting go.

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[damnfeelings09]

The way I loved you - Shadow's version

*A.N: sorry, I got lost reading some ff

"He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous."

"Look at these beautiful flowers!" said Amy. "You have to tell me your secret, Sonic isn't the most romantic guy, ya' know" You were sitting in the living room of your apartment; it was small but cozy. There were plants in every corner, and despite the little time you had to settle in, you felt comfortable in this new house.

"And it's like, I couldn't ask for anything better," you said with a shy smile.

"That's fabulous! I'm so happy you gave yourself this chance... you know, since..."

"I know, I feel good, but I want to take it slow."

"And I feel perfectly fine."

When Amy left, you let yourself fall back onto your bed, in fact you didn't really feel fine. You missed him, you missed every moment. You couldn't blame Amy, you were too good at hiding your feelings. Only someone who knew you perfectly would notice you weren’t... happy. Actually, you didn't feel anything at all.

"... And it's 2 a.m., and I'm cursing your name. So in love that you act insane, and that's the way I loved you."

Every night, just before closing your eyes to sleep, you could feel his breath, his presence hadn't left you for a second in the last three months. Even though you didn't see him anymore, it was as if his memory was buried in your mind, like his image was tattooed on your heart, a mark you couldn't erase, one you didn’t want to erase. It hadn't been long since you met Dylan. He was actually nice, you'd bumped into him at the cafeteria, and he accidentally spilled your latte. After a thousand apologies, he offered to buy you a new one. You’d been hanging out three times, counting today, but when you told your friends about it, they were more than happy to see you back in the game.

"He respects my space, and never makes me wait, and he calls exactly when he says he will."

You checked your latest messages. Dylan had written "Goodnight and have fun, beautiful," after you mentioned you wouldn’t see him and would instead spend time with the girls.

"He's charming and endearing, and I'm comfortable."

"I'm comfortable," you said aloud, but when you were alone, hundreds of memories haunted you. Memories of when you had been so happy, loved like you never thought possible, cried, and suffered, but you did it all by his side. There he was again, always occupying your thoughts. At 2 p.m., when you had lunch, and again at 2 a.m., when you woke up startled by nightmares where you lost him over and over. You turned your phone back on, scrolling down to the bottom of your messages, and found his conversation. You read again the last message he had sent you: "I'll be late," with the date on the day you decided to move on with your life without him.

"He caused all of this. So… why do I feel like this?" you thought. You couldn't stop looking at the screen, hoping, wishing there was something more, that he had done something more. Suddenly, his status changed, he was online, and dots began to appear on the screen. He was typing. After three months of silence, he had finally reached out to you… your heart raced so fast you felt like it would burst out of your chest. The excitement, anxiety, fear, and anger were trying to take control of your body all at once. But when the dots disappeared, and his status went offline again, everything collapsed.

"Breaking down and coming undone, it's a rollercoaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much, and that's the way I loved you."

The next morning, you bumped into Dylan on your way to work. You talked about the weather, your outing with the girls, and his job. Dylan loved his job as an IT agent for GUN and loved to talk endlessly, something you weren’t used to. You limited yourself to nodding and smiling while he told you about the latest update he'd made to the criminal profiles platform at GUN.

"He can´t see the smile I'm faking and my heart's not breaking 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all."

As you walked through the GUN facilities and passed by the training center, memories flooded your mind. This time, you both had fought, but you didn't quite remember why...

You walked out of the training center, both fists clenched until your claws dug into your palms. You were upset, he hadn't respected the agreement to let you work, and his only defense had been, "You're not strong enough for this task, sorry." Once again, underestimating your abilities, even though, thanks to your effort, the last two missions you'd worked on together had gone wonderfully, and your colleagues praised your persistence. Of course, he was the team captain, and you didn’t expect different treatment just because you were his girlfriend; you simply expected him to start noticing your potential.

"And you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated. Got away by some mistake and now..."

"Stupid hedgehog," you muttered under your breath as the raindrops began to soak your body. The wind soon picked up, and what started as a small breeze had turned into a storm. You had to turn back, or you'd end up sick, and they'd send you home. Just as you were about to go back, you heard someone calling your name. It was him, standing a few meters away, his dark fur soaked, and every quill dripping. His chest fur, once fluffy, now seemed flat due to the water.

"If you're here to scold me again, keep it to yourself. I was about to go back." In a second, the hedgehog was right in front of you.

"I'm sorry," you heard him murmur. "Don’t disappear like that again." Something in his voice made your wall of anger break. There, in the rain, with his face drenched and his red eyes, now dimmed, just inches from yours, made him look so... vulnerable. "No… I didn’t mean that you can’t do it, it’s just that… thinking of you, alone, out there… no, no..." he stammered, looking away. You had never seen him like this. You were so used to his strong, disciplined personality. Worry was not a word you associated with him, but now you realized he was worried about you.

"Hey," you said, gently caressing his face. "It's okay, I’m here, and I’ll be fine because I’ll have the best captain to guide me" you smiled at him.

"The best captain?" he asked, his crimson eyes regaining their sparkle as he raised an eyebrow.

"Of course! Sonic doesn’t do things as badly as you think, and... we have you too," you joked, earning a snort from him. You smiled as he closed the distance between you, pulling you into an embrace. The surprise was evident in your eyes. You knew he hated public displays of affection, especially at work. He didn't want people thinking there was favoritism towards you. He tightened his embrace as he felt your body shivering because of the cold, moving his face close to yours placing a soft kiss that contained everything he couldn't express.

"I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and It's 2 a.m., and I'm cursing your name. I'm so in love that I acted insane, and that's the way I loved you."

"Hey! Moon!" someone called, snapping you out of your thoughts. As you returned to the present, you found yourself staring at the training center. Dylan had his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. "Where did you go?"

"Ah... it's nothing," you said, scratching the back of your head, your cheeks still flushed from the memory. "See you later, Dylan." You walked towards the main offices, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone else and trying to avoid running into him. When you reached the elevator, you heard a ring—a new notification. You quickly pulled out your phone and found a message. It was a simple interaction, just 3 words put together, but it was enoght to make your heart begin to beat again, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

Shadow: Hey

"Never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you."

[genericpuff]

oh, so the Weta Workshop figures got released and-

UM NAH IMA PASS ON THAT ONE LMAO I can't even justify buying FF XIV figures which come with in-game minions and mounts/prizes, I'm not spending $250+ on these pre-order figures especially after seeing how they look from the other side-

(Persephone has that Tim Burton face going on 💀 and Hades' blue bone fingers are giving me the eugh LOL)

And that's actually the GOOD one, like I would give it maybe a 7/10, but there are also two more figures that are apparently still "prototypes" and uh yeah "subject to change" is right because these. these do not look good-

And per tradition of the comic's art, both of them look like they're covered in a layer of grease and they look nothing like how they look in the kiss statue FJDKALSFJDSALK

I'm not trying to dunk on Weta Workshop here, they offer some really great figures from the looks of their shop, it's more so just 1.) LO itself doesn't lend well to other mediums like figurines and 2.) nothing's ever going to make me like LO's art style ever again, I'm too far gone LMAO

I could justify doing all the investigating and spending I had to do to get my hands on Rachel's original design of Persephone in Ladies of Literature Volume 2 which I can guarantee with 99.99998% certainty no other superfan of LO has-

-buuut I don't think I can justify this, so it's gonna be a no from me on this one LOL This is meant for the good faith fans who would gladly live in Rachel's pockets if they could 😆

[herejusttosufferalong]

Hello, SEX anon again.

hey lovestosuffer, can I be real with you? This teasing thing you’re doing rn? Ngl... it's turning me on. Please, continue. And all the people mentioned - rumoured men, women, all of them - hot af. Add more to the list anons. I want to picture every single scenario. Just don't mention the unmentionables.

Also, this… https://x.com/bridgerthg/status/1557504203764932616

Hm. You're welcome. How's that for a palette cleanser? You just know he's a freak where it counts. Like, little choir boy, shy, then get him alone, and N's head is going to hit that headboard repeatedly. Fr, these guys will be the death of me. Was kind of bummed when I saw the new case and Polaroid but then I pondered the possibility of tension. Like blooming anger tension, awkward tension, eventual rip each other’s clothes off in frustration tension? And like some other anons mentioned, I would be so up for the friends to enemies to lovers pathway. I would be so wide, open, ready for that pathway. I wouldn't have to be asked twice. Here's a taste of what I envision…

It's September. Summer is ending. Everything is cooling down, stagnant. We're on the cusp of S4 filming and N&L are awkwardly texting after a few months of silence. They knew they had to rekindle some level of communication. They had to be professional. So every now and then would pop up a "hey, how are you doing?". All that small talk they detested. But forced.

FF to day 1 of filming. L got to set, hands fidgeting already. He hated how uneasy he felt. He spotted N across the room. Talking to the sound people, not missing a beat. His hands started to tremble as his eyes met hers. He hit them against his thigh in an attempt to quell his body's reaction. He felt so torn. He wanted to see her desperately, he missed her, but he also wanted to run in the opposite direction and go back to mindless bliss. He had to confront this shit. The massive elephant in the room that every god damn person was talking about. Honestly, could they shut the fk up? A random burst of anger rippled through him and he clenched his fists, but released them when he noticed N walking towards him. His heart was beating faster than he cared to admit. But he liked the way her hair was falling across her face, brushing against her pink, full lips. "Hello stranger" she said, half-smiling. They caught each other’s gaze but they both broke away, not daring to hold it. "Heeyy, how goes it? Are you… uhm… were you, like…". She cut him off, "you ok, bud?" It cut through him like a knife. He put on his mask immediately and started babbling about not getting enough sleep, gaming at all hours, etc. She looked at him differently. He felt a change in her and he couldn't help but feel concern.

FF to filming scenes. Every interaction they had was different. She was still bright and warm, but he could feel a detachment. It was uncomfortable for him. But when they were filming, she jumped into character so easily, and her eyes filled with such intense emotion, he felt like they were the only two people there. He felt woozy and drunk, and wanted to stare and observe and take her in continuously. When he touched her, all that feeling would ripple through him and he would see the effects of his touch vibrate through her. It made him smirk at his small power, feeding his ego, but above all it made him feel whole. When her lips met his, pressing and moulding, surrendering to his will, and her fingers were tangled through his wavy curls, it felt just as good as the years previous. It hadn't changed and that scared him. But then the director would yell cut and N would pull back, half-smile and look away. Walk away. He knew he deserved it. He'd been a fkn idiot – been acting the maggot as N would say. He didn't mean for things to happen as they did, and at the time, he apologised a thousand times. But the damage had been done.

FF to confrontation. He knocked on her door. He needed to stop this awkwardness. He needed to lay it all out on the line. The last few months were a time of reflection, of what he actually wanted. What he needed. To understand why he didn't feel whole without her. They chalked it down to being close friends, besties, but he wanted to do things that were not friendly. He repressed those thoughts and feelings, because he knew, and she knew, the parts they were playing. But it was bullshit. The lines blurred so early on and being around her, flirting with her, touching her, breathing her in, pretending to be and pretending to not, it was confusing and exhilarating and painful and addictive.

“Oh hi, what’s up?” she said indifferently, opening her trailer door. He winced. “Can I come in? I’d like to chat if that’s ok?”. She looked at him confused, but conceded, “Sure what can I help you with?”. He sat down on one of the chairs, while she sat on a sofa, at right angles to him. He wanted to sit next to her, feel her leg brush up against his, but he knew that wouldn’t allow him to think straight. There was an awkward silence as he struggled to find the words to begin. She looked at him, half-smiling always, then down to her hands that were clasped in her lap. “Soooo…” she trailed. But he interjected. “Ok yep, sorry. Fk. I just need to cut the crap, yeah? I don’t know how you’re feeling about… us?” He wanted to continue but she cut in, “Us? What us?”. She wasn’t going to make this easy. “I mean, fk. I don’t… Fk it. I hate how things are between us right now. Since we finished the press tour and I acted like a fkn idiot, all I can think about is you, and I tried to bury it, I tried so hard, believe me, I know you don’t want me to say these things. We’re suppose to be professional. I’m sorry, I can’t, I need you to know.. I’m… I’m in love with you.” It came rushing out, like a busted tap. Once it started, he couldn’t stop.

A vague silence draped over them. He hadn’t looked at her properly since his rant began. Her face had softened. But she looked sad, tearful. He felt he fked up again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything…” Tears started flowing down her cheeks, and he immediately jumped up and sat next to her on the sofa, placing his hand on her knee. “Oh god, please don’t cry, please.” She brushed away her tears and stood up. “Just… leave, ok? I don’t need this shit right now!” she sniffed, trying to be as forthright as possible. He was shocked and shifted uncomfortably. “I bare my soul to you, and you tell me to… leave? Are you serious? I…” he was starting to get frustrated. She managed to kick him while he was down, and his defences sprang back up. She saw how her words bruised him. She didn’t mean to hurt him, she just… why was he so confusing? She thought things were clear, and even though it upset her, she finally had an understanding, clarity, and then he was saying all this stuff….

“I told you I’m in love with you, god damn it!” She looked away from his eyes, his face, full of emotion. His eyes welled with tears. He approached her, seething, taking his thumb and forefinger and touching the bottom of her chin. She shivered. He drew her chin upwards, her sorrowful eyes meeting his. ”Tell me you don’t have feelings for me, and I’ll leave” initially his words were rough, but as he scanned her face, they softened. “I… I can’t” she murmured. His face inched closer to hers, noses almost touching, “Tell me…” he matched her tone, searching her face, her crystalline eyes, lips, those beautiful full lips. He unconsciously licked his, wanting to taste her sweetness. She saw and breathed in deeply, breathing in his heavenly scent. Why did he always have to smell so good? He smirked seeing her reaction. She moved her face forward, their noses brushing, and she whispered, “I feel it too…”.

Evil laugh. Sorry guys, I’m not a writer, but this wanted to come out of me. It's not very angsty but they soft babies irl. I’m manifesting this shit so fkn hard. Believe you me, this is gonna happen people.

p.s. this from another anon…. www.x.com/dhraest/status/1812654935093469611

Are you serious? My jaw is on the flo’. I’m literally salivating… gagging. I’m gagged. In the best possible way. Please, for the love of Lukola, please bring these two beautiful people together. So L can fk her everyday until he dies. PLEASE.

🥃🥃🥃

If you get on AO3 anon I will beta test read for you 💜

[jeremywhitley]

Here we are, six weeks later...

HEY!

So, in case you haven’t heard, our six week run on Love Unlimited following Gwenpool wrapped up today and...

and as much as I did write all of this and it is extremely important to me, I feel I really need to make sure you all know that this didn’t start with me.

To be completely accurate, it started with Chris Hastings and crew for creating such an amazing and nuanced character out of what could have only ever been a high concept and a cover gag. Not that the cover gag wasn’t good, but the statue that is revealed from that piece of marble over the course of The Unbelievable Gwenpool is truly astonishing.

Then, of course, there’s you. An audience of fans with an incredible love and passion for a character who also saw a lot of the quirks and experiences that we as people on the asexual spectrum experience and talked about it online.

Which is where the incredible @alannawrites, my editor, comes in. Alanna had been looking for an opportunity to tell a story about being ace in Marvel comics. We had kind of skimmed around the edges during Unstoppable Wasp, but ultimately being a character who owed so much to a movie franchise, there were a lot of nerves there. Gwen was not only a great opportunity to tell a story of a person hyper aware that they are in a story struggling with the tropes that affect their actual life, it was a chance to bring about this story for a character a lot of the fandom already saw as ace. Obviously, not everybody, but still a lot.

So when editorial game to okay to tell this story, Alanna reached out to me - somebody she’d worked with but also specifically had just had their own little coming out as demisexual a little while back. I was thrilled by the idea and before long we brought on @bailiesartblog and Kelly and had a full creative team of people on the ace spectrum. This is easily the first time that’s ever been a thought.

For me it was important that it not just be a story of coming out, but that it be a Gwenpool story. A story of knowing how stories work, what tropes you can play with, trying to direct the story where you think it should go, and ultimately finding that the story just won’t comply. And for people who have experienced being on the ace spectrum or a lot of other marginalized genders and sexualities - that’s a very familiar problem.

Ultimately, it’s different from a lot of other Gwenpool stories because it’s not the world around her. She has 2-3 real working possibilities for romantic relationships in this story and one that is about to become a fully adult sexual relationship with a woman whom she really loves before it skips the tracks. Ultimately, it’s not a thing from the 616 that’s holding her back, it’s a thing she brought with her from the real world - her sexuality - and no matter how worthy you are, you can’t beat that with a hammer.

There’ll be lots of time to talk about this later, but along with her actually saying the words and waving the flags above, one of the sequences that’s most important to me is the opening sequence of issue 6

This is the problem sometimes with being story tellers. When you think you know the story, realizing you’re not who you thought you are can feel like maybe you’re a villain. Maybe you’re a monster. Maybe you don’t belong here.

Some people on the internet seem to have decided to misinterpret this sequence as us comparing being asexual to being a monster, when very clearly that’s Gwen doing it. I’m just going to assume they’ve never had the experience of struggling to understand themselves and where they fit. Sounds fake, but whatever.

I love this FF story. I love Ben Grimm. I love this cover and that was why I gave my art team the truly unenviable task of recreating it. Like, I don’t know if you’ve been there, but I certainly have and I’d wager that most of us have at some point.

But perhaps the most important image in this scene is the next one:

Julie sees her friend, her girlfriend, the person that she cares about spiraling and literally yoinks her right out of the frame.

And sits her down and talks to her about it. And listens to her about it. And when she starts asking questions that Julie can’t answer, she finds Gwen somebody who can.

And that is an incredible gift to give to someone. And yeah, maybe we should all do that for each other, but man is it hard. Julie for one is in a multi-month relationship with this girl that just told her that not only was she lying about being ready to have sex with her, but that she didn’t actually like kissing her and has been faking enjoying some aspects of their relationship. You wanna think you would still be there for this person, but that’s a lot to handle and it takes a lot to be the person Julie is in this moment. But, personally, I love Julie Power and I think she’s the kinda person to stick with it.

And ultimately I think this scene is so important to me because I hope this book is our opportunity to be Julie Power to somebody reading this story. I hope someone who is going through a hard time or struggling with how to define themselves will find this story and it can be the hands that pull them out of the cover of Fantastic Four 51 when they need it. Maybe that’s a lot to hope for a comic, but it’s really the ambition I think the team went into this comic with. We want to tell a story about an aroace character coming to terms with who they are and learning to accept and be comfortable with it, but ultimately we hope this story gets to someone out there when they need it and makes the difference.

Well, this has gone really long and I’m sure there will be other things I wanna say about it later, but until then take care of yourselves and hopefully you’ll get the chance to be someone’s Julie Power.

P.S. - Julie, you’re amazing and I’m sure we will find a romance for you that works out eventually. Sorry that we’ve collectively now put you through three breakups.

[litgarchive]

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[yutasbimil]

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gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (1/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 1.5k

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

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ʚɞ Race of the Butterflies ʚɞ

Choi Beomgyu had been long hung up for his Hufflepuff best friend, Lee Yumi. Everything had been going well not till Na Jaemin slither his way to swoon her over.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ | ‘butterflies’ by abe parker ʚɞ ♪ ༘⋆

It was the typical story for Lee Yumi. Being adopted by a bunch of extroverts, Soobin, Yumi, and her Ravenclaw best friend, Cha Bora made their way into the friend group. And it had been colorful ever since, to say the least.

With them made up from different houses, it’s bound to be interesting.

It was also not a surprise for the Hufflepuff to slowly come out of her shell after years of being surrounded by them. If anything, Yumi had been influenced by their energy.

Bora had always admired her sense of autonomy once Yumi had been able to branch out of her shyness. She’s able to excel in things thanks to her intellect and confidence.

Time skips to now that they’re in their sixth year in Hogwarts… Things had changed a lot. And maybe this was Beomgyu’s mistake. His nonchalance and being too complacent about his friendship with Yumi caught him off guard by outside factors. He did in fact forget the blatant truth that everything has changed.

No longer were they kids stuck in their own little circle. They’re not the only existing people in their own world. Lee Yumi has a mind of her own to get to know other people and let them in her life. And vice versa.

But why is it that a certain snake seems to threaten the status quo established in their little world?

Beomgyu seems to be shaken ever since Na Jaemin came in waltzing his way into Yumi’s space. And suddenly, it’s not just him and the rest of the TXT boys making her smile.

He’s shaken up by the shift in Yumi’s behavior, or maybe it was him? Never that Beomgyu had got his heart pounding this hard at the sight of her. But the same ache resounds in his heart to see her smiles a centimeter wider other than their presence.

Kai and the others had to rub it onto him as they told him so the moment that this little crush of his since their fourth year had been realized into existence. To do something about it, idiot!

Though this wasn’t the first time someone had shown interest in their Hufflepuff bestie. But nothing had Beomgyu this guarded not until Jaemin.

Maybe it’s because it’s different this time around, or because this is the first time that some suitor of hers stayed this long. And he’s hard to get rid of.

Jaemin’s upfront and solid on his ground.

Everything has changed since Jaemin showed up.

For the first time, someone other than Beomgyu had been serious with Yumi. In his unlucky fate, he’s a step behind in getting his feelings across.

This best explains how Beomgyu is overprotective with Jaemin’s advances on Yumi.

The Hufflepuff had to perk her brow at her best friend blabbering about some schemes or advances of the Slytherin like it’s some game of chess.

So, am I supposed to be the queen here?

Checkmate? HUH?

Yumi blinks at Beomgyu in confusion. “I don’t see anything wrong, and besides, we had a few classes together. Ask Yeonjunie. It just so happens we just wanted to… branch out other than just be classmates, that’s all.”

Besides helping with academics, Na Jaemin was fun to have around. At most, Jaemin is just friendly, not the typical sly Slytherin one may call. He’s not the “bad boy type” as Bora would tell them, along with Yumi nodding in agreement.

And again, Yumi doesn’t see anything wrong with that?

Heck, what do we take Yeonjun for then? He’s Slytherin as well. So what’s so wrong with that?

“What do you take me as then? Punk!” Yeonjun attempts to headlock him, but Beomgyu quickly swats off his arms, he tsks his tongue.

“You’re an exception, you’re definitely just an ass who happens to be a Slytherin.”

Yeonjun just rolled his eyes, to Yumi’s surprise, she was expecting banter to ensue between the two. Hmmm?

“Guys?”

Silence.

And just staring between the two guys.

What the fuck are they just staring at each other for?

In what seems to be a minute-long exchange, Beomgyu is the first to break off their stare-off.

He just went back and scooched closer to Yumi. “Again, I am just saying that you shouldn’t be trusting too soon. You barely know the guy.”

“Yeah, but… it’s just homework and projects, Beomgyu,” she meekly retorts.

Beomgyu sees otherwise. He’s a guy… of course, he can feel when a fellow guy is making a move on someone.

Oblivious to this, Yumi tilts her head as she turns confused again as his stare deepens slightly, now directed at her.

This is the first time she sees her best friend like this.

It just added an odd feeling for Yumi on how Beomgyu is a Gryffindor, a slight remnant of prejudice on her part as well, if you may.

However, it just brushed her thoughts momentarily before going back to the fact that this is Choi Beomgyu we’re talking about. He can be petty on things without any regard at times, and that goes to her as well as why they get along.

But most just doesn’t make sense on how much he’s pressed on this concern of his to be even called as one.

“If that's what you're afraid of Beomgyu, fine. Besides, taking your words into account, I wasn't born yesterday, hun. I can handle myself. I've grown up!” Yumi reminded, brushing it off yet again. She just quickly fixes his gold and crimson necktie, patting it for a slight reassurance. Even looking at him straight in the eye to assert herself.

He didn't budge.

She almost rolls her eyes at his pressing tone, smiling more widely as he taps her arm almost reprimandly.

“Yeah, yeah… even your naivety is showing through Yumi. You don't even see past that friendliness of his, that's part of his tactics!” He almost sharply inhales stating this, adding the fiery look in his eyes. Yumi had to laugh at how worked up he was.

This is like seeing his and Soobin’s beef over video games. What’s up with him?

“And just letting you know, you’re almost always a bad judge of character. Take Soobin for example… just because he can outdo your pettiness, doesn’t mean he’s bad.”

“Thanks?” Soobin turns to them, and then his eyebrows knit together after processing, much like a loading screen finished up his forehead. “Man, I can’t even take that as a compliment, Yumi-yah!”

Yumi laughs, but Beomgyu keeps his gaze on her. She goes back to him. “Okay, not that you’re a bad judge, I was kidding. But you get it, right?”

No response.

Just… glaring.

She just sighs at his piercing look.

“Again, Beomi… how about getting to know the guy for yourself first, hmmm? He’s not even half-bad as you think.”

Speak of the devil.

The familiar scent of fresh oak whiffs through her system, she’d almost grown familiar with it for the past weeks she had been exposed to the Slytherin. The sweet aroma of the chocolate and nuts almost mocks Beomgyu’s nose as a tray of baked goods is placed on their table.

“Hi, guys! Hey, Yumi-sshi, here’s what I promised you.” He winks cheekily as a greeting. Jaemin shows up at their table, with a satisfying look served along with the cupcakes he brought for the group. Specifically for the sweet tooth Hufflepuff girl.

“Jaemin… Didn’t I tell you to call me ‘Yumi’?”

Already at that level huh? Beomgyu grits over his teeth.

Yumi nudges him.

“Ohhh… how sly, yeah, this definitely caught me off guard in his vile schemes,” Yumi says with a playful tone, overtly directed at Beomgyu during their prior conversation. Her warm breath brushing by the tip of Beomgyu’s ear gave him a shiver.

His lips slightly twitch at how Yumi is even acting weakened by the cupcake as she takes a bite. Further teasing him… Beomgyu chose to purse his lips.

She smiles at Jaemin now, turning her attention to him. Even some of Beomgyu’s friends are warming up to the Slytherin guy on how he's been friendly and approachable with them.

“Thanks, Nana! You're the best!” she beams.

Swooned even. Beomgyu resisted the sass on his facial features.

Jaemin goofily smiles upon hearing Yumi using his nickname.

Beomgyu inhales as he remains quiet, observing the two like a Lion eyeing its prey. Heck yeah, cause you're too much of a foodie, Lee Yumi.

A ray of sunshine that even the Gryffindor would be obliterated by its encapsulated light.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at how obvious it is that the Slytherin thinks the same with such child-like smiles she displays.

Not even batting an eye at Beomgyu, Jaemin places a cupcake on his plate. His eyes clearly stayed longer at Yumi than the rest of the group.

And how she’s looking back at him with the same intensity…

Fuck, this is definitely the way to Yumi’s heart. Curse you, Na Jaemin.

Jealousy bores through his gazes at the two near him. How is it that she's smiling too brightly like that?

Those plump cheeks as she smiles widely, how her eyes light up whenever she laughs.

And that eye smile of hers, that damned aegyosal.

Beomgyu is just left pouting, holding on to the bitten cupcake he ate out of spite. His annoyance is boiling up further, cause damn, this is so much better than what Soobin concocts.

Soobin sneezes out of the blue, feeling a goosebump brushing off the nape of his neck.

Oops. Sorry, bud.

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Serpents in Detention

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The Detention Chamber. Great. Just Great. 

Thank you Ominis Gaunt… If it wasn't for your stupid silly flirtatious joke in Mr Ronen's class, we wouldn't be here… 

Ominis was already there, wand in hand, “reading” a book, elegantly sitting on a comfortable chair, awaiting my arrival to join him. 

"Ugh, you again" I greeted him.  

Ominis turned the page of whatever book he was reading, It seemed to be titled: “A history of magic in ancient civilization”. He finally responded in a teasing tone of voice.

“If you have such a problem with me, then why don’t YOU leave?” I noticed he wanted to keep riling me up just as he did in class, he seemed to enjoy the banter between the two of us.

"Because I’m here stuck with you thanks to your chatter in class" I laughed blaming him while putting my things on an empty chair.

Ominis put his book down “You know… if you keep this behavior up, you’re going to start thinking I enjoy having detention with you.”

"Maybe you do"

Ominis smiled and laughed to himself, he seemed to be enjoying teasing me and seeing me flustered.

His voice was playfully sarcastic “Maybe, maybe not… you’ll just have to keep showing up here to find out, won’t you?”

"No thank you, I hate being locked up. I have Quidditch practice with Sallow in two hours"

The minutes passed and we were dying of boredom, talking about nonsense, remembering the time when Sebastian was so drunk he fought a scarecrow, until a question captured my blind wizard’s attention. 

"You guide yourself around the castle with your wand, right? How does it feel?" I asked curiously. 

He swallowed and seemed to be gathering the correct words to explain to me how it worked “It helps me to orient myself and know which way I am going. It has its own personality you could say… like a compass… it guides me. I can sense what the wand is perceiving, feeling…”

"You can sense  it? That's incredible... and a little scary" I knew he used it to move around but didn't know those specific details.

“I don’t know about scary, it’s quite fascinating if you ask me..”

"Scary as in you can sense people? how people walk, how they move... everything they do… am I right?" My tone got more and more curious.

A naughty smile appeared on Ominis’s pale face when I asked him. “Yes, you could say that.”

I stood up and came closer to him. "If I take your wand from you- grabbing it gently away from his grasp- are you still being able to “sense” something? "

As I grabbed  it away from him, he jolted forward in his chair a little bit. He blinked a couple of times, confused. “I don’t think that’s how it works… but to be honest I haven't tried it before”

"Let's play a game... shall we?" I said as I still held his wand carefully. "You tell me if you sense what I'm pointing at with your wand, if you're correct, I'll give you a treat. Deal?"

Ominis laughed at me, he found my request a bit amusingly odd. The thought of “seeing” without touching his wand intrigued him, he closed his eyes and signed deeply. Weak waves of red light began to emanate from his wand. Their connection was truly both a miracle and a mystery to me. L

I proceed to point at one of the books near us. "Well?"

Ominis raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, this gesture seemed to indicate he was considering what to answer. He was almost smiling at the same time as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. 

“Hmm… that is one of my history books, yes.”

"Correct" I lean forward and gave him a kiss in the corner of his mouth without warning him. 

After a quick beat he blinked a couple of times and then spoke in a low voice that was nearly a whisper “You… I-I-I…”

"Next object” I said cutting him off pointing at a demiguise statue “Go"

“A demiguise statue.” 

"What about now?" I asked while pointing at my hair.

Ominis’s lips curled into a playful smile and he almost purred his answer “Well, my guess is your hair, very soft indeed, almost silky-like. I would imagine that it would feel very nice to the touch, wouldn’t I be right?”

His words melted my last brain cell. "Correct". I answered as I deliberately sat on his lap and kissed him on the nose.

My legs embraced his hips and I could feel his bulkiness starting to grow under me. Grabbing my waist, he began gently pushing me down on him, making my body urgent to finally taste a little of the hardness growing on him. Showing off what I did to him. How I drove him incredibly mad. 

I stared into his eyes. Those beautiful light blue eyes that seemed to gather an electric storm within them. I came closer to his cheek, counting the perfect constellation of moles with his wand out loud. 

“One.. two… three… four… five” I whispered only mere inches away from his thin lips. His breath embraced my essence with a sign of desperation and urgency. 

My hips began to move to the rhythm he imposed, slow and controlled movements. From my mouth escaped an almost inaudible moan of pleasure as my skirt began to come up little by little thanks to his needy hands. 

“What do you sense now, Ominis?” I teased one last time before putting his wand between his hard cock and my soaked folds. 

He grabbed his wand and casted “Nox”. The room fell into complete darkness. My eyes had not adjusted yet to the obscurity when his hands began to unbutton my shirt. His warm breath began to travel down my neck, leaving invisible red bite marks. With circular motions on his tongue he proceeded to tease my nipples. The only thing I could do was throw my head back and pray to the gods that this wasn't a dream. My fingers navigated his perfectly combed blonde hair, messing it a little. 

Ominis went back up and found my lips. Finally. They crushed on his with hunger. We couldn't bear the thought of separating from each other, even to get some air. That’d had been such a waste of our precious time together. 

I searched for his belt with trembling hands and undid it, zipping out his member in a second from his trousers, finally releasing him from its agony. 

A sound of relief left his mouth and his chest finally relaxed. I couldn’t see anything at this point but my senses began to reach their peak of  maximum sensitivity. Was this his plan all along? To take me down this path with him to experience how he feels? 

Ominis’ hand reached his wand and put it in front of me. Now he was cheating. He could “see” me. 

“Kneel.” He demanded.

I didn't even hesitate. As if he would have cast Imperio on me, I collapsed to the floor on my knees, not being able to break the gaze between his flickering wand that illuminated just slightly his beautiful silhouette. 

He opened his legs and waited for me to find my way to his cock. It was warm, and the tip had already been “crying” for attention. He twitched when I put it between my lips, moisturizing it before I found his sweet spot right below his tip with my tongue. He wrapped his fingers on my hair and waited patiently for my next move. 

I introduced his hard member in my mouth and started to bubble my head up and down. His hand followed my head’s rhythm the entire time, making sure my hair was not in the way. 

His hips began to move from his seat, craving more deep than my throat could take. I could hear his shoe sole squeak from each thrust I gave with my mouth. His grip on his wand began to tighten as he lowered it at me from time to time, illuminating once more his face full of lust and pleasure, with eyes wide shut. 

“Stand” He then commanded, breaking the ritual I was very immersed in. 

I did. I was at his mercy. He was in control. I was merely a peon on his game that started as my own. Oh, how the tables had turned…

“Sit”

I sat on his lap again. His cock almost touching my belly button. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me passionately, making me feel like I was drowning, caressing my back, my arms, my shoulders, like an old lover whom I haven't seen in years, like we’d been waiting to do this for ages. 

He put his member in position, aligning it with my entrance. He pushed me down in a heartbeat, my fingernails holding on for dear life on his shoulders. I went to heaven and back as he thrusted in and out of me, intensifying each time. He put away his wand, grabbing my neck on one hand, and my hip on the other, dominating my movements as he pleased. My back was arched all the way from his touch, his cold and long fingers explored every inch of my body, leaving no place untouched. 

“Beg” 

“W-wha- What?” 

“Beg me”. He then pulled out of me. I moaned at his sudden decision. My breath was caught in my throat at his sudden request. And so, I did as he pleased: 

“Touch me, Ominis” It wasn't really a beg- but I couldn't find another way of letting him know how much I needed him. “Don’t do this to me, please”.. There it was… 

“Do what to you, darlin’?” He mocked me by letting his cock touch my inner thighs. He then went back and devoured my breasts as I tried to pull him back in, unsuccessfully. 

“Tell me…” 

“Make me yours again… please?” That “please” went down so pitiful and full of lust I almost cried. 

“One.. two… three… four… five” He whispered only mere inches away from my lips. This man was killing me. He abruptly inserted himself in me, again, without warning, pulling all the air that was left in my lungs. 

“Mhmn…fuck, yess-sss” I heard him purred more than once.

I could've sworn the chair was breaking from our savage almost animal-like movements. Pulling, Pushing and moaning we got lost in our climax as we both reached our orgasms. He filled me up entirely, his body tensed every muscle in it. His grip started to loosen up little by little, leaving beautiful and possessive marks on my pale skin. 

Still twitching, I wrapped my arms around his neck and signed in satisfaction. He traced once more my body, his domain, with his lips as we recovered our breaths. 

 Pulling me closer he embraced me in his arms in a warm hug. We stayed like that for a few moments, face to face. I was mesmerized by his eyes, those beautiful eyes. “How could nature be so cruel to you and yet make you so perfect?” I thought to myself.  

“Let me gather your things, darlin” And with a small and delicate wand move, I was dressed. I couldn't speak nor think at that moment. 

I sat next to him. speechless. “Lumos” he finally said. 

As the light began to fill the room, I got a better look of him. His face and ears were bright red, lips swollen from all the kisses, curses and moans from moments ago. Sweaty yet incredibly adorable. He was just pure art. 

“Are you alright?” He finally asked, concerned about my muteness. 

“I think I’m gonna skip Quidditch practice today.” 

“I think so too… Nox”