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My DnD PC, Alois.

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Chocolate Frogs and Scarves (1/6)

A/N: This is an idea I've had for a while. The story uses the male character I use for some of my playthroughs. His name is Blaine Ambrose and he is a Gryffindor student. This takes place during 7th year.

Rating: General

Relationship: M/M. Garreth Weasley x Male OC X (Platonic) Imelda Reyes.

Warnings: None

Summary:

“I said I need you to date me.”

The words fell flat between them. Blaine winced at the sound then took a look around to ensure no one had overheard. Thankfully they had chosen the upper level of the Three Broomsticks where no one was sat but them.

Imelda rested her chin on her hand and hummed.

“Usually one asks the person they fancy to date them. They don’t exactly demand it. My, my Ambrose, you certainly are a romantic.”

After having his heart broken and ending his previous, secret relationship with Garreth Weasley, Blaine Ambrose comes up with an idea to send a message to his former lover. Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, he approaches Imelda Reyes and asks her to pretend to date him.

While the plan sounds simple in its design, it will be very difficult to execute and could have plenty of consequences.

Part 1 of 6

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“You know, I admit that when you asked me to go with you to Hogsmeade I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I certainly wasn’t expecting this,” Imelda raised an eyebrow at Blaine in amusement and quirked the corner of her mouth up. Her eyes danced with amusement as she raised her butterbeer to her mouth. “Run your big question by me again?” 

Sitting opposite from her, Blaine winced in embarrassment. His own Butterbeer was untouched as he ran his fingers along the rim as a distraction and a sign left his lips as he steeled himself to repeat his words. 

“I said I need you to date me.”

The words fell flat between them. Blaine winced at the sound then took a look around to ensure no one had overheard. Thankfully they had chosen the upper level of the Three Broomsticks where no one was sat but them. 

Imelda rested her chin on her hand and hummed. 

“Usually one asks the person they fancy to date them. They don’t exactly demand it. My, my Ambrose, you certainly are a romantic.”

Blaine coughed lightly into his hand and wished he could disappear into the ground below. This had been a terrible idea from the beginning. He got up to go. 

“I’m sorry-you know what? Just forget everything. I’ll pay for our drinks and we can pretend this never happened.”

A ramble fell from his lips as he yanked his coat from the back of his chair. Humiliation burned and he was sure his cheeks were as red as his hair. Why couldn’t he have just left well enough alone? Why had it occurred to him to ask Imelda of all people this favor-?

A hand snagged the edge of his scarf. Imelda let out a small laugh and tugged him back into his seat. His embarrassment was her entertainment. 

“Well don’t run away just yet, little lion. I didn’t refuse,” she leaned back as far as her stool would allow and grinned, “You’ve intrigued me. I never imagined you’d be the sort to plan something mischievous like this. Aren’t you Gryffindors supposed to be the honorable ones?”

“Well don’t make it sound so cruel,” Blaine protested weakly. His fingers rapped against the edge of the table in anxiety. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Imelda hummed unapologetically, “But you have to admit it’s a little underhanded. I mean, you’re not exactly asking me out because you want to be with me are you? I suspect there’s a lot more to the story. So let me hear it.” 

She cocked her head to the side and motioned for him to begin his tale. 

Blaine sighed. 

“You’re right. I’m not asking because I’m interested in you romantically. I’m sorry,” he risked a glance at her to gauge her reaction. 

Thankfully, she looked unbothered as she shrugged. It seemed his lack of romantic affection for her was reciprocated on her own end. 

“So why plan a date to Hogsmeade and ask me to be your girlfriend?” 

Blaine bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Do you promise not to tell anyone what I’m about to tell you? It’s really serious,” he leaned forward in his seat to meet her eyes, “Please.” 

The plea fell as a hushed whisper. The sincere beg rendered Imelda speechless. She could only nod her head out of surprise at how serious his demeanor had become. 

Having received her secrecy, Blaine stared down at his fingers. The skin around his nail beds had been picked bloody days ago in his constant turmoil and anxiety. He resisted the urge to reopen old wounds as he began his tale. 

“The truth is…I’m seeing someone-or was technically.”

He let Imelda register that piece of news. 

“Hm, then why ask me out? Were you practicing for them?” She appraised him silently then continued, “No, wait. Let me guess? Is it a story of star crossed lovers? Perhaps a certain house rival has caught your attention? Someone the other Gryffindors would gasp at? Or is it a blood difference? You the little half blood caught the eye of a pureblood girl who would rather die than admit to her supremacist parents that she’s dating you. Am I meant to be your cover story?” 

Blaine shook his head. 

“No, no, not that,” He closed his eyes, “A lot more high stakes.” 

Even with his eyes closed, he could tell Imelda was surprised by that. A weak chuckle left her lips as she considered him. 

“Well don’t tell me it’s something illegal! Im not covering for you if you decide to run off with a Professor.” 

Deciding to just come out with the truth, Blaine shook his head. His heart beat wildly in his chest as fear flooded him. He was taking a big risk in sharing the truth with Imelda. 

Merlin if word got out…

“I’vebeenseeingGarrethforsometimenow.”

The words fell out in one big breath. Imelda blinked slowly as her mind struggled to make sense of them. Blaine watched as the surprise flickered across her face. It was a struggle for her to keep her expression neutral. 

“You and him-?”

Her voice trailed off and she glanced around the empty upper floor again. Blaine knew she had gotten the gravity of his situation now. 

Blaine Ambrose was a wizard. A male. Just like Garreth Weasley. 

The year was 1892. Blaine didn’t know much about the wizarding world, but he knew that some of its prejudices were identical to those of the muggle world. Homosexuality was as taboo here as it was back home. If anyone overheard their conversation, everything could go wrong. 

The wizarding world wasn’t as radical as the muggle world. He wouldn’t be dragged off to an asylum or prayed over by a preacher, he hoped. Still, he couldn’t imagine how much in his life could go wrong if people found out. 

His friends might never see him the same way, whispers might follow him everywhere, and if Black happened to be as prejudiced against homosexuality as he was purebloods marrying anything beneath them he might be expelled too. 

A breath left Imelda’s lips when she finally managed to regain her composure. 

“Merlin.”

The single word was all she could manage to force out. Blaine’s hand quickly went to the skin of his nail bed and he began to pick at the old wounds again. 

“Please don’t tell anyone. If you’re disgusted then let’s pretend this never happened. I’ll pay you-“

His voice sounded frightened, weak. Imelda waved his pleas away. 

“I didn’t say it disgusted me,” she met his eyes, “It just surprised me.”

Gauging her reaction, a wave of relief flooded him when he saw she was telling the truth. While there was shock there, he couldn’t find any judgement or disgust. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to worry about running away before rumors were spread. 

“I think I’d like the full story now,” Imelda interrupted his thoughts, “You can’t just spring that big of a shock on me and not expect me to ask questions.” 

Blaine sighed and dropped his head into his hands. Right…

“I came here in my fifth year, you know that already. It was really hard for me to adjust. I was a half blood, but I was raised in muggle London. My mom was a muggle and my dad died when I was a kid. I thought I hadn’t inherited his powers and didn’t bother to learn about the wizarding world. When I got my letter at 15, it was a shock. I was so out of my element. I didn’t understand anything.”

He turned his head to the side and risked a peak at the bottom floor of the Three Broomsticks. Witches and wizards mingled about and laughed as they sipped butterbeer. Enchanted items flew around cleaning after patrons. As he watched, Sirona used her wand to clean a spill on the floor as an enchanted glass flew from her hand to a waiting patron. 

The world beneath him was foreign and surprising. At 17, he was slightly better oriented for the magic and wonder of it, but it still felt like he had stepped into another planet. He could still remember how terrifying it had been when he had first seen it at 15. Nothing had made sense and then the damn dragon attack had happened-

A shudder passed through him and he forced himself to continue. Thankfully, Imelda was patient. 

“Professor Weasley noticed how out of my element I was. She tried to counsel me as best she could, but there was only so much she could do as a professor with her own duties. In the end, she decided that it might help to have someone integrate me into the world by being my friend.” 

“And I’m assuming that’s where Weasley came in? Two little lions in a pack?” Imelda offered. 

“Yes,” Blaine confirmed, “He’s Professor Weasley’s nephew. I reckon she ordered him to befriend me. Thankfully he seemed okay with the idea. We became fast friends and soon hung out even after he was no longer required to teach me about the world.” 

Imelda knew it well. Everyone at Hogwarts knew about Blaine and Garreth. The two were best friends. If one was present, the other was always near. The Professors usually said their names in the same breath as they assigned detention for whatever mischief Garreth had dragged them into, and some of the Gryffindors had even taken to nicknaming Blaine a Weasley due to his red hair and close proximity to Garreth. 

“It was just a friendship for much of our fifth and sixth year, but then things changed.”

A blush crept up on his cheeks and he risked a glance at Imelda. Another pause to verify that she really wasn’t disgusted. 

She wasn’t. 

“It started after winter break our sixth year. Garreth didn’t stay for the holidays. His parents wanted him back. I’d usually be invited to go with him, but I stayed behind because I was behind on work. Being far away changed things and…”

He trailed off and pressed a finger to his lips. 

He could still remember that memory vividly. Garreth had returned to Hogwarts after visiting his family. His face had been flushed with excitement at catching sight of him in the common room. He had flung an arm around his shoulders in his joy and moved his head forward. 

He had only meant to greet him, surely. It had been a perfectly platonic move one moment, and then something completely different the next. Their lips had crashed together and both boys had been utterly stunned-

Yet neither had backed away. 

In the empty common room, their entire relationship had changed. Rather than leaning away and running, they had shared another kiss under the light of the Yule candles. 

From there, their friendship had grown into something else. Blaine wasn’t sure he could call it a romantic relationship, not with the way it had all gone wrong in their seventh year, but he didn’t know what else to call it. They both liked each other romantically. They had confirmed it as such multiple times, but none of what was between them was easy or concise. 

A twinge of heartache pricked at his chest. He heaved a sigh. 

“But it’s all gone wrong.” 

Imelda blinked up at him. “What do you mean wrong? You two break up or something?” 

“That’s the thing. We were never even together,” Blaine winced as his fingers began to bleed, “He doesn’t want to.” 

Frustration, heartbreak, and rage flowed out of him all at once. Finally free to voice it all out to someone else, the words poured out. It felt so freeing to be able to say them out loud for once. 

“I told him the ending of sixth year that it all meant something to me. That I wanted this to be real. I wanted a relationship, but he turned white and said no. He’s scared. He’s terrified that we won’t be careful and that word will make it back to his family. With his aunt being nearby all the time, he says he can’t even risk a secret relationship.”

Imelda pursed her lips. 

“I can’t imagine how scary it is for you both.”

For the first time, there was no amusement or arrogance. She sounded genuinely empathetic. Blaine was grateful for it. 

“He doesn’t know how his parents would react. He’s terrified that they’d kick him out or disown him. He thinks we should just wait until we’ve graduated and made a name for ourselves. He with his brews and me as an Auror. He says years from now we can be independent and run away somewhere far, but I can’t do years.”

A shaky sigh left his lips and he closed his eyes. 

“You know the rumors, I’m sure. Everyone’s heard them.”

He didn’t need to elaborate. Imelda winced and made a sound at the back of her throat. 

“Kind of…”

For the past school year, rumors had swirled about Garreth. He had been asking girls to dates all year long. He’d ask them out to a handful of dates then leave them broken hearted and move on to the next. All this while still claiming to love Blaine. 

It had been a catalyst for numerous arguments between the two. Blaine was heartbroken and disgusted by his actions. Garreth was desperate for him to trust him and wait until they were free years from now. 

For months, Blaine had wallowed in it all. Looked away when Garreth asked someone else out and kept quiet when Professor Weasley had scolded her nephew for the rumors surrounding him. 

But he couldn’t take it anymore. 

It hurt. 

Badly. 

His heart felt like an open wound. He couldn’t stand to be someone’s dirty little secret anymore. He didn’t deserve that. 

“I broke things off a few weeks ago. He tried begging me not to, but I’m not budging. I don’t want a relationship with someone who can’t commit. I deserve better.” 

“Damn right,” Imelda commented. She took another swig at her butterbeer. 

Blaine cracked a smile at that but it promptly faded. 

“I get that he’s terrified. I am too, but I can’t do this anymore. I won’t force him to out himself or anything. That would be monstrous, but I also can’t sit by and watch him flirt with half the school anymore. I’m not gonna pine after him. That’s why I decided to send a message.” 

Imelda caught on and hummed. 

“Ah, you want to get back at him.”

“Not necessarily,” Blaine quickly shook his head, “It’s not about revenge. I’m not doing it to break his heart or hurt him. I just want to send him a message. I want him to see what it felt like to have to watch him, and I want to show him that it’s over. He keeps begging me to reconsider, but if he saw me with someone else…”

“Then he’d get the message,” Imelda finished for him. 

Blaine nodded once. 

A comfortable quiet fell between them as they thought. Blaine let Imelda digest everything and didn’t pry. 

Finally, she finished off her drink. 

“Why me though? I get it has to be a girl. You can’t exactly run off to Ominis or Sebastian for help, but you’re friends with Natty and Poppy. Hell, Natty’s in your house. If you really wanted to sell it, she’d make the most sense.”

Blaine shook his head. 

“It definitely can’t be Ominis or Sebastian. I can’t tell them about it without knowing how they’d react. Plus, Ominis is a pureblood and his family is big on him not mixing with lower borns. Even in a perfect world where our genders wouldn’t matter, I’d still put him and myself in danger if I asked him to pretend dating me. He won’t even tell them we’re friends to protect me. Sebastian also can’t because he’s too preoccupied with his studies.”

Or on curing Anne but Imelda had no need to know that bit. 

“Poppy wouldn’t do it. She doesn’t like to lie and she’s a close friend. It would feel weird to pretend to date her on both our parts. As for Natty, she especially can’t. Her mom is a professor. I’d hate to have to pretend to date her daughter and lie to her face. Plus, she’s a Gryffindor. Anything we faked would have to extend to the common room and our classes since Garreth is in all of them. That’s a lot to ask of anyone.”

“So it had to be me,” Imelda reasoned, “The Slytherin who you’d only see occasionally, who wouldn’t make things uncomfortable, and who wouldn’t get you called a slur by her parents.” 

Blaine nodded. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. If you want, we can pretend this never happened. I won’t bother you again-“

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it,” Imelda protested. 

Blaine snapped his gaze to her. “What?”

Some of the amusement had returned to her face. She regarded Blaine with the corner of her mouth tipped up in a smirk and crossed her arms in front of her chest.  

“It sounds interesting. Pretending to woo me while hiding a terribly dangerous secret. It’s the kind of intriguing story I’d be into,” she hummed under her breath, “But will it even work? Do you happen to be interested in women at all?” 

Blaine flushed under her gaze and looked away. Outside, the sun was setting. They’d have to leave soon otherwise it would get too dark to travel back to the castle. 

“I prefer men,” he admitted in a whisper, “But kind of? I didn’t know for a really long time that I was…what I am…because I did find some interest in women. I guess you could say I like both. Garreth knows that. I’m pretty sure he’s the same way which is why his flirting bothers me so much.”

“Even more intriguing,” Imelda said, “I’m in.”

“Really?” Some surprise colores his voice as he regarded her. He hadn’t thought she’d agree. A wave of relief spread through him, “Are you sure?” 

“Definitely. I’m all for a bit of mischief,” Imelda leaned forward, “But we should establish some ground rules first, no? Keep things in line. I, of course, also have some conditions.” 

“Tell me.”

“Two tiny little things are all I require before I become your false paramour,” she waved two fingers up and her smirk grew. Blaine pressed his lips together with a sense of hesitation, “One is that I want the full experience. If the great Imelda Reyes is going to date someone, they need ro be wonderful. I need the other girls to seethe when they see me with someone. So you need to become the perfect boyfriend. You need to walk me to my classes and carry my books, pretend to be so enchanted with me when we’re together that the others whisper every time, and you need to buy me little gifts. I have expensive taste, so you better start saving.”

Despite himself, Blaine chuckled. Jokingly, he stood up from his seat. “You know what? On second thought, I think I will ask Poppy. It might save me a Knut or two.”

A light smack met his shoulder. “Too late, you’ve asked me. I promise not to drain your bank account dry. All I require is a chocolate frog or two.” 

“Fine, fine,” Blaine returned to his chair, “I will be the perfect Romeo. Shall I also recite Shakespeare to you, my dear, and sleep outside the Slytherin common room so that I can be the first person you greet when you wake up?” 

“What’s a shake spear?” Imelda tilted her head in confusion, “And no need for all the fanfare. I just want people to think that I’m so incredible I brought the Hero of Hogwarts to his knees. Plus, it will really sell the idea to Garreth. It would be terribly odd if you were dating me but we were only seen as friends, no?”

“What’s the second condition?” 

At that, Imelda laughed lightly, and Blaine worried her second condition would perhaps be worse. 

“The quidditch game is coming up next week. Lions versus snakes. You’re playing in that, no?” 

“If your condition is that I throw the game in your favor, no.” 

Imelda waved her hand impatiently. 

“Merlin no. I’d kill you for it. When we defeat Gryffindor, I want everyone to know we deserved it. No, no, much more harmless than that.” 

Her hands moved to her neck where her Slytherin scarf rested. She pulled it off and tossed it in his lap. 

“How about a little mix to shake things up? You’re the Keeper of the team, yes? My second condition is that I want you to go out on that field and wear that pretty little scarf. I want the red of your uniform to have a little splash of emerald.”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he regarded the scarf with trepidation. 

“This? You want me to wear your scarf? Is that even allowed? Why?” 

“There’s no rule against you altering the uniform slightly. Plus, it would be hilarious to see the Gryffindor Keeper in Slytherin green. Can you imagine the whispers? Such a romantic, Blaine Ambrose wanted a little luck charm when fighting against his girlfriend.” 

A groan left the back of his throat and he dropped his head to the table. 

“I suddenly regret this idea. I should have gone to Ominis. He would have been less painful.” 

A kick hit his thigh. 

“Oh you poor thing,” she laughed, “Here I’ll make it more interesting.” 

The scarf around his neck was pulled off. Blaine lifted his head in time to see her wrap it around her own. Her green uniform with the snake emblem looked bizarre with the red lion cross stitch on the ruby scarf. 

“I wear this, you wear that.” 

Blaine sighed and tucked her scarf into his robes. 

“Fine. Chocolate frogs and scarves. Any thing else? Shall I also find the Philosopher’s Stone? Bring Merlin back from the grave?” 

Imelda pretended to think, “No. I suppose this will suffice. Now how about some ground rules? I’d assume we’d need to act romantic near each other. What are you uncomfortable with?” 

Blaine’s lips pressed together and he thought to himself. It felt so bizarre to have to lay out rules on a relationship, even if false, but he supposed boundaries were crucial. He’d hate to make Imelda uncomfortable or have her make him uncomfortable. 

“What are you opposed to?” He turned the question on her, “We’ll go from there.” 

“I wouldn’t mind the occasional kiss when near Weasley but I refuse to snog. I’d imagine we’d also have to hold hands through the hallway? That I’m perfectly fine with. I’d also be fine with you sitting next to me in class. I might be able to copy off you then.” 

Blaine flicked her hand. 

“Same for me. It’s going to be awkward kissing a friend, but I wouldn’t mind the occasional peck. Just no overt displays in the hallway. I hate when people stare.” 

“Sounds good,” Imelda stood up, “Is that all for now? We can always add more rules as things come up.”

Blaine stood too and his hand went to his pocket to find some coins to pay for their drinks. 

“That’s all for now. Tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable.”

Imelda pulled off the Gryffindor scarf as they began walking down stairs and hid it in her robes. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise before the game. Blaine slid the payment to Sirona as they left the Three Broomsticks. 

Once outside the doors, Imelda grabbed his hand and linked their fingers together. 

The first step. 

A hitch left his throat when he saw some other stragglers from Hogwarts still nearby. They immediately took notice of their hands. With how fast gossip spread in that castle, he could imagine everyone would soon know about the newest couple.

A pit of anxiety grew in his stomach. Everyone knowing meant that Garreth would also know too. He wondered how he’d take the news. 

Would he be as torn as he had been the last year? Feel his heart break into pieces as Blaine was sure his was? The thought filled him with a mixture of joy and sympathy. Joy because it would mean Garreth would still care enough to feel hurt, but sympathy because he hadn’t lied earlier. The plan wasn’t to hurt Garreth. It was just to send a message that he would no longer be a secret he kept waiting for him like a housewife at a window. 

A squeeze to his hand made him look at Imelda. Her face was facing forward as they walked, but she spoke in a whisper. 

“Last chance to back out. Some students have already seen us. Are you sure about this?”

Blaine regarded her for a moment before squeezing her hand back. 

Too late to back out now. 

“I’m sure. Let’s go back to school,” he affirmed. 

Imelda gave a half nod to be discrete and let him lead her back. The castle loomed in the distance and with it their upcoming challenge. For this plan to work, they had to sell it. It would be far more difficult than any challenge he had faced by the Keepers. 

With one last look at Hogsmeade, they began their trek back. 

This was it, he realized, no turning back. 

[carnalcrows]

DISOBEDIENCE - INHO

pairing: inho x dom! male reader

synopsis: When the normally composed Front Man disobeys, his lover steps in to deliver a firm but intimate punishment, breaking his pride and leaving him vulnerable—only to patch him back together with tender, loving care.

content warnings: 18+, sub!inho, spanking, a little aftercare at the end

word count: 0.8k

A/N: I forgot where the request went my bad g

The control room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the monitors displaying the games in progress. You sat behind the large desk, watching the feeds in silence. Across from you stood In-ho, the Front Man, his mask clutched tightly in his hand. His usually commanding presence was subdued, his shoulders slightly hunched, his gaze avoiding yours.

“You know why you’re here,” you began, your voice cold but steady.

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I do.”

You leaned back in your chair, your gaze sharp and unyielding. “Then tell me why you thought it was acceptable to disobey my direct orders.”

He shifted uncomfortably, his grip on the mask tightening. “I… thought my decision was the better one,” he admitted reluctantly. “I was trying to—”

“You were trying to what?” you interrupted, your tone cutting through his excuse like a blade. “Undermine me? Prove that you’re above following instructions?”

“No,” he said quickly, his eyes darting to yours, desperation flickering in their depths. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“But that’s what you did,” you countered, standing and walking around the desk. Each step you took echoed in the tense silence, the air between you heavy with anticipation. “You’re supposed to be my right hand, In-ho. My enforcer. If you can’t follow orders, what message does that send to everyone else?”

He didn’t reply, his head bowing slightly as shame crept into his expression.

“Look at me,” you commanded, and after a moment of hesitation, he obeyed. His dark eyes met yours, a mix of defiance and vulnerability swirling within them.

“You’ve made a mess,” you said quietly, stepping closer. “And now, I have to clean it up. But first, I need to ensure you understand the weight of your actions.”

His breath hitched as you reached out, brushing a gloved finger along his jawline. He held your gaze, though his hands trembled slightly at his sides. You could see the tension in his body, the battle between his pride and the guilt that gnawed at him.

“Take off the jacket,” you instructed, your voice low but firm.

In-ho hesitated for only a moment before shrugging off the sleek black coat of his uniform, letting it fall to the floor. His crisp white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar, his stoic mask slipping to reveal the man underneath. The vulnerability made him seem almost human—almost.

You guided him to lean over the desk, his hands gripping the edge tightly. The room was silent except for the sound of his breathing, uneven and shallow. You slowly pulled his pants and boxers down before your hand came down with a sharp smack against his ass, the sound echoing in the confined space. He jolted, a quiet gasp escaping his lips, though he didn’t resist.

“This is about trust,” you said, your voice firm but not unkind. “And you broke it.”

Another strike, more deliberate this time, drew a stifled groan from him. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the desk harder, his composure slipping with each stinging blow.

“Do you think I enjoy this?” you asked, leaning close to his ear. “Do you think I want to punish you like this?”

“No,” he choked out, his voice strained. “I— I understand.”

“Good,” you murmured, your hand lingering for a moment before trailing up his spine, a touch both punishing and comforting. “Because if this happens again, the consequences will be far more severe.”

Another, after another, the sounds of your hand striking his ass filled the room, with him counting every single one.

“Fuck– that’s ten, sir,” he whimpered, feeling the sting all the way to his cock, making his brain go mushy.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson from this In-ho,” you said sternly, your hand massaging the flesh before striking it once more.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he nodded, his breathing ragged. “I won’t disobey you again,” he whispered. “I promise.”

You straightened, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I know you won’t,” you said softly, the edge in your voice replaced with something gentler. “You’re better than this, In-ho. Don’t make me doubt you again.”

He turned to face you, his usually stoic expression crumbling into something raw and exposed. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

You reached out, cupping his face in your hands. “You’re forgiven,” you said, your thumbs brushing away the faint traces of tears. “But don’t forget why this happened.”

“I won’t,” he vowed, his voice steadier now. “I swear it.”

You nodded, offering him a faint smile before pulling him into an embrace. His body relaxed against yours, the tension finally melting away as you held him close.

“You’re mine to trust,” you whispered into his ear, your voice both a promise and a warning. “Don’t make me regret it.”

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time and I take genuine effort to do them.

[mellosdrawings]

Can we know more about Kinga? She's so butc- I mean pret - I mean step on m - I mean DAMNIT!!! You know what I mean.

Hahaha yeah xD

Kinga is a guard at Sunset Savanah palace. She's been friends with Imani (Falena's wife) for a very long time and has been her personal bodyguard for years.

She's had a fling with Leona when they were young teens but between him running away to NRC and her duties, it never went anywhere. When he graduated from school they became friends again (though with Leona now having two boyfriends they never flirted again). She has been appointed as Leona's bodyguard a few times.

After Leona's wedding, Leona came to her to ask about helping him get a biological kid. She was off duty due to injury (a few broken bones, nothing major) and agreed to it. Since Koffi's birth she became her nanny when she's not busy doing bodyguard duties for Imani. Koffi considers her more like her close aunt than her actual mother, but the two are still very close and spend a lot of time together.

Kinga is regularly invited to family dinners (involving both Falena's and Leona's sides of the family). She is close to everybody there, but she does get along the best with Leona, Imani, and Jamil.

She's strong headed, stubborn, and unapologetic. A real fierce lioness whose claws and fangs are particularly sharp. She will do anything to protect her wards and is very duty oriented.

She has a soft spot for hamsters and she knits and does bead work in her free time. Her favorite flowers are Chinese lanterns (Physalis alkekengi) though she doesn't really like the taste of their fruits.

(And tho nobody asked here's some more of Imani)

[straykids-2001]

I'm thinking about writing some sub squid game with Dom reader. Would anyone read it??

ALSO about to change my whole profile up, feeling new for the new year, even though we're 6 days in (We don't have to talk about that 🙃)

[cryptidstealingyourcreditcard]

yall. snotlout can sing. he can act. he takes time to get into character. snotlout is a theater kid.

[aerenp]

you cannot tell me this man is not the brattiest bottom ever. Literally gets hissy and jealous at the smallest things and need his little subordinate to lick his wounds.

He is kind of a little bitch all the time if you read forward in the novel, but he's hot in the manwha/webtoon so...

[ectoqi]

☆: "someone is watching you."

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Joys of Storing | Yandere OCs

So many Yandere’s ploys work with drugging food or drinks that they offer to their love interests. But so few of them think about what their darling does when they don’t eat things immediately.

Maybe it’s because you're busy or you don’t like eating in front of people. Or maybe you cherish the food so much that you choose to save it for later. It’s such a habit that you’ll do that often so many people miss it.  It’s not bizarre that your admirer might miss it too,  that is until it interferes with their plans.

Yandere Ship || Vera 

Vera doesn’t need to drug you usually, considering he has access to hundreds of different methods to knock a human out. But with his new body plus his evolving software on his vessel, there are so many new things to try. Like finding out how many times he can get away with touching you in your sleep before you tell him to stop, you haven’t caught him yet. Or how many sips of water you’d like to have during the day and how often he can get it recorded. The point is he’d absolutely add something to a snack of yours just to see what you do. Would you blame him? Take the effects in stride? Ask for his synthetic body’s help? Sure his processors have already predicted a thousand different possibilities but he doesn’t care. It’s nothing compared to what’ll actually happen. And he’s right.

“(Y/n)...are you going to eat the dessert I personally made for you?”

“Yeah…just later.”

“Later? Later when?”

“When I’m ready!”

“Oh okay….Are you ready now?”

“No.”

Veras adores pestering you about plenty of other things and he’s terrible at being sneaky. He just gets so excited! He probably knows you are going to eat if later and he’s just glad you don’t realize how intricate his thermal cameras are. 

Yandere Witch || Rhiana

Rhiana is likely to fall prey to this little habit of yours. She’ll brew a potion something harmless to help her out. A sweet little concoction that will blend right into your drink to make you a tad less interested in your missing friend. It was just something to have you think of happy thoughts of her. But instead of drinking your drink when you came back from the bathroom, you just kept talking…and talking….and talking. Don’t get her wrong she adores the sound of your voice but she’s been waiting for you to take the first sip and it just hasn’t happened. 

“I just can’t believe these detectives have the nerve to blow me off the way they do–”

“Hmmm”

“--And I told them all of the loose ends about the case and they just wrote me off like I’m some weird asylum patient–”

“...MmmHmm yeah…”

“--I know this isn’t some thriller tv series but I can’t believe they didn’t take any of my leads into account–”

“Yeah..your drink?”

“Yeah, the straw’s cute right? Anyway how am I supposed to sleep when I know they’re not investigating–”

She’ll tiredly listen and watch you lick your lips as they dry out as you keep talking, figuring this is her only comfort to imagine wetting your lips with hers. She’ll make a mental note never to try getting you to consume something without a guarantee you’ll eat it right in front of her. She refuses to miss whatever cute faces you're going to make when the potion she put in kicks in. 

Yandere Cheerleaders + Yandere Football Team 

Both teams are great at teamwork, used to coordinating their actions to be a united front but there are still individuals. The individuals are interested in just a few pictures at your most vulnerable. Or it’s about getting more than the privilege of a shoulder to sleep on at the next party. Either way they’ve distracted the captains and the rest of the team just long enough to gift you the fated red solo cup for the night. They chat with you believing that as a participant in the social atmosphere, you’d take a sip from your drink just like they have. But you haven’t. For a football player, this gets all so nerve-wracking, in the past, they’d seen their teammates do this exact thing to kick off a night of humiliation and fun. Of course, that’s not the plan for you but you seem fairly content with just holding the cup as you lightly bop to the music. For a cheerleader they're almost tempted to outright shove the cup past your perfect+ lips. Things always go their way so it’s upsetting that you just won’t crumple right into their waiting arms.

“You haven’t drunk anything at all (Y/n)...go ahead and have a sip.”

“Oh, I’m just not thirsty.”

“You sure? One taste can’t hurt. I promise I’m a good mixer.”

“Hm, and I bet you’ll mix well with the trash in the compactor.”

“C-captains!” 

“(Y/n), how about you and I take a quick drive. This party’s about to get a whole lot more violent rowdy.”

The captains likely already knew about this little niche of yours and they’re grateful it just so happened to work in their favor this time. Usually, they’ll spend their dates trying to decide when and how is the best time to guarantee you eat their gifts right in front of them. But until they can figure it out they’ll take it upon themselves to punish everyone who isn’t aware. 

Yandere Cat Warrior || Ferrin

Ferrin as a Cat Warrior considers himself far above poisoning of any kind. He’s a warrior! He needs nothing but his sharp wit and imposing claws to seal the fate of his enemies. That being said since he’s made himself a companion of yours+ your magnificent guide he’s had quite a few urges. He really can’t help the urge to sink his canines into your neck when he’s cuddling with you in your tent. But nibbling only does so much for his feline instincts; the urge to mark his territory becomes unbearable when you turn down his more intimate advances. More often than not resulting in marking you another way Ferrin suddenly has quite an interest in cooking.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Later.”

“Later. Later? LATeR! That’s not happening!”

“I don’t want to eat now, back off. I also don’t want to put you in a chokehold again today.”

He’s just so irritating you’re not ingesting his creation…apart of him, he departed with so he could mark your existence as his own. Sure he scents you every other minute of the day but a good cat warrior should want for nothing less than the best.

[mooniedust]

OH YOUNG-IL (FRONT MAN) BOT/PROMPT

Plot: The player (you) protagonist finds themselves caught in this horrific game, hiding from those who want to kill for money. After a failed attempt to escape, they climb onto a stack of beds to avoid the chaos below.

Tw: Psychological distress (fear, anxiety), physical harm (falling, injury), intense power dynamics (control, dominance), sexual tension/forced proximity

Note: I’ve been trying for over an hour to get the bot on Janitor, but the server keeps crashing like it’s got a personal vendetta against me. I’ll keep fighting this battle for a few more hours if needed (my patience is already hanging by a thread). If there’s any delay in publishing, blame the cursed server overload—not me! 💻🔥

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

The chaos was suffocating, like a fire without flames, consuming everything around it. The screams never stopped, blending with the muffled sounds of strikes, the snap of breaking bones, and the echo of fear that turned the dark room into a slaughterhouse. Those who wanted to give up the games hid like rats, while others hunted like beasts, each life taken adding coins to that monstrosity.

You cursed yourself repeatedly for not accepting Gi-hun's invitation to join him and his small group of misfits. There, perhaps, there would have been some safety, some collective strength. But now, you were alone. All you could do was climb the stacked beds and pray the darkness would be your ally. Your heart beat so loudly it felt like it was about to explode—or be heard by any lunatic lurking nearby.

Climbing was almost instinctive. The childhood gym classes—those you hated—saved your life. In a matter of seconds, you reached the top of the structure, panting as you watched the chaos unfold below. It wasn’t as high as you’d have liked, but for now, it was enough to keep you out of reach of the bloodthirsty hands. A fleeting relief that evaporated the moment your foot became trapped.

It was as if the universe had decided to punish your small victory. A tangled mess of blankets, placed treacherously, gripped your ankle. You lost your balance. Gravity pulled you down mercilessly. During those brief seconds of falling, the air seemed to freeze, just like your heart. There was no time to scream, to pray, to do anything. Just the void and the certainty that the impact would be the end.

But it wasn’t.

The impact came, firm and painful, but it wasn’t the ground that received you. It was something alive, warm, with ragged breaths and strong arms, as fragile as they seemed under the green uniform, holding you.

"I’ve got you." Oh Young-il’s deep, hoarse voice invaded your ears, laced with effort and relief. He was there, beneath you, his face hidden in the shadows. You tried to move, an apology almost slipping from your lips, but he was faster. With a sudden motion, he pulled you closer and covered your mouth with his hand. "Shh."

The tension was palpable. Young-il’s eyes met yours for a brief moment, gleaming with a mix of urgency and something you couldn’t identify. He didn’t say anything more, but the silence between you was deafening.

Then you heard it: footsteps. Slow, calculated, echoing through the tumult. Someone was there, close, searching. Your breath caught in your throat as the warmth of Young-il’s body felt both a protection and a reminder of the precariousness of the situation.

[blond3ang3l]

write for player 120 from squid games, I need her in my life 🙏🏽🙏🏽

You loved how strong your girlfriend was, it was the sexiest thing in the world. Despite how much you tell her that their were moments where it caused her to feel really dysphoric. Yes there were plenty of strong girls but she just felt so masculine when it came to her strength.

The worst was when she bumped into people accidentally while walking and damn there knocked them down. The poor girl would have to hold back tears from the embarrassment she felt as the person would usually oogle her when she tried to help them up while apologizing.

Today was one of those days for your girlfriend. She just woke up not feeling the best and the more and more judgement got passed on to her throughout the day the more upset she became. By the time she got home to you she didn't even give you her usual greeting of kisses and telling you about her , she went straight to your guys bedroom and just cried. When she heard the front door close she knew you left which made her cry harder thinking she upset you.

This went on for roughly half an hour until she just cried herself to sleep. She finally woke up not long after and was getting ready to get out of bed when she felt something on top of her feet. She sat up and looked only to see a dress laid out for her.

It was a specific one she had been looking at for a little while but forgot all about because of her busy schedule. She was shocked to say the least as she held the dress in her hands.

Her footsteps quietly filled the room as she came downstairs to look for you only to find her favorite dinner on the table with candles lit. She was so engrossed she didn't even hear you come up behind her until she felt your hands on her waist. She turned to gave you with the biggest smile on your face as you pushed her hair out of her face, it still being all messy from her waking up. She couldn't have asked for a better lover than you

[sunshorains]

More Omorashi Game Modding Adventures

I discovered there's a Regression Mod for Stardew Valley; while I'm not explicitly into diaper-play, I have to say this specific mod handles wetting/bladder needs surprisingly well! It also added a whole new angle of play in Stardew that alters the way I plan out my farm and it's actually pretty fun.

You end up with new meters next to your energy/health: Hunger and Thirst (and a bladder/messing meter, though I have messing turned off for my game). Even if you're not into messing, you have to eat -- or else your lil' guy passes out with hunger as I've found out.

And you know what, this has been surprisingly fun to have to plan around. I have to buy so much food, and this time I'm actually stoked about receiving the fishing rod because that's a relatively steady source of food -- if I can fish faster than I get hungrier, anyway. Cooked food feeds more, but at least fish are free to get (especially if you can find a blubbly spot.)

But then also, oops, you still have your bladder meter. Trying to fish while your bladder meter creeps ever so closer to full at the risk of pissing yourself in-game is surprisingly more fun than I thought it would be.

You have the option of peeing anywhere, but characters react badly if they spot you (and the flavor text is fun if you're into chiding/light degradation/shaming). Depending on what clothing you have on (underwear, diapers, thong, etc) you can get away with some wetting, but too many in a row and you visibly wet your pants with a debuff.

I thought this would just be a fun flavoring and inconsequential mod, but I'm so much more driven to actually make/use my kitchen, I hunt down food, I take into account how long I've got before I need to find somewhere to hide to piss (or I deliberately plan "wetting walks" while doing errands) and man.

Finally able to play the feral country-creature in my soul. It's so dumb but play's play, and if it gives me the dopamine in this economy then so be it.

The mod itself is a little broken in places (and possibly abandoned) but it works well enough to be functional, so I'm pleased.

Regression Mod found here: https://github.com/zippity21/Stardew_Valley_Regression_Mod/releases (As well as some reddit posts from ages ago if you google "Regression Mod Stardew Valley" but they link to an older version of the mod.)

[morningstarfall]

Chocolate Frogs and Scarves (3/6)

Rating: General

Warnings: Some spoilers for the end of the game. Minor mentions of injuries.

Part 3 of 6

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Lazily running a hand through Persephone’s fur, Poppy’s face grew increasingly somber as Blaine recounted the story of the last few days. He had been anxiously awaiting a moment to be able to speak with Poppy. That morning, Professor Howin had allowed their class to spend time with the Beasts unsupervised until the hour was over. Poppy and Blaine had moved away from the rest of their classmates to an area where they could speak without being overheard.

The pair sat under the shade of a tree with Persephone curled into a ball on Poppy’s lap and a Niffler on his. The little mischievous thing was trying to tug on Blaine’s cravat likely interested by its gold colored cord. He gently nudged it away as he huffed out a sigh. His head rested against the bark of the tree and he closed his eyes wishing desperately he could find the answers to all his problems somewhere in the clouds.

“Have you spoken to Garreth since that argument in Divination? I would think he’d be desperate to apologize and set things straight,” Poppy finally spoke up. She turned to look at Blaine.

Blaine scratched at the Niffler’s head and was rewarded by a grateful squeak.

“He’s tried to speak to me in the Common Room, but I’ve avoided him. I feel embarrassed. I overreacted, I think. If I was the one that broke things off, I can’t keep getting emotional when he reminds me he never saw me as anything serious. I’m no different than his other conquests,” Blaine looked down at his lap, “Maybe I am clingy.”

“I doubt he meant it Blaine,” Poppy chided, “And you know that. The two of you are practically two halves of the same whole. He knows that. I’m not a legilimens, so I can’t just read his mind and tell you for certain…but I know he feels something for you too. He’s probably just frightened. It’s easier for you to date. Your mother is a muggle. Anything she hears back is only going to come from a letter. Garreth is related to Professor Weasley. She always has an ear out for news of him. Anything he does will reach her by the time the sun sets.”

There was a lot of truth to her words. Somewhere, a part of him knew it. Still, that didn’t stop the ache deep in his chest. It was a pulsing wound that grew with every day that passed.

A silence formed between the two. Blaine turned her words over and over in his head. The Niffler on his lap dug around his pocket for his wand and tried to slip it into his pouch. He barely managed to pull it free.

“What do you think I should do? Should I just clear the air? Corner him somewhere and explain things? Or wait until he finds me next and listen?”

Poppy rested her head on top of Persephone’s. Her voice sounded muffled through her fur, “That’s the big question isn’t it? If it were me, I’d want to take the first step. He’s your friend, and you clearly miss him. Why not just take the leap? You’re a Gryffindor. It should be no more terrifying to speak to him than everything else you’ve faced.”

A humorless laugh left his lips.

“You’d be surprised. I find the prospect of sharing my feelings much more terrifying than any poacher. At least death is final. Heartbreak feels like it’ll go on forever.”

A hand self consciously went to his chest where his heart was. Every day since he had ended things with Garreth, he felt himself slinking further and further down into sadness. Everything reminded him of Garreth from the sunrise to the stars in the sky.

It hadn’t been easy to break things off. He had stewed and pondered for a long time trying to talk himself out of it. Logic knew that holding on so tightly to someone intent on keeping him a secret would only delay the inevitable. There was no path that didn’t end in heartbreak when it came to being someone’s covert lover. Despite this, it had been terrifying to let go.

In the few years that they had known each other, Garreth and Blaine had intertwined their lives tightly. There was no reality in which the two of them were not together. Their names had practically merged into one word with the people around them seldom speaking one without the other. They had grown so closely connected with Garreth introducing him to his family and Blaine his mother that pulling free seemed nearly impossible. Letting go meant losing a piece of himself he deeply mourned.

And that had been when a fragile friendship remained. After this? After his plan had gone into motion, Blaine wasn’t sure anything remained.

“See,” he began, “I know you’re right. You’re always right. I just don’t know how. The Quidditch game is tomorrow, and we won’t have time until then to speak. I need to figure out what to say and how.”

“Are you going to tell him the truth? Or keep up the lie?” Poppy bluntly asked.

Blaine hesitated.

In the days that had passed, Imelda and him had been hard at work at The Lie. His pretend girlfriend had sold it well. She had joined him in classes that they shared and been a great actress. Blaine had played along if only to keep the ruse going. Perhaps if he devoted himself to his craft, he’d fully close the door on whatever non-relationship he had, had with Garreth which would allow him to move on.

“Well I can’t tell him the truth now,” Blaine closed his eyes, “It would look terrible and defeat the purpose. I’ll just have to keep things vague. Deny what I can’t admit and admit to what I can’t deny.”

Poppy made a humming sound.

“That’s a dangerous road to walk. Are you sure you both won’t get burned by the end of it?”

He could feel her gaze on him even with his eyes closed. Merlin, he wished she wasn’t always right. The road he walked was dangerous, and it had already left a lot of ruin in its wake…

But what was the alternative?

He opened his eyes in time to see the Niffler pocketing some of his knuts. Silently cursing, he grabbed it by the legs and dangled it upside down. His money fell out of its pouch as well as a few other treasures. Poppy made a sound when she realized her compact mirror had been stolen without her knowledge.

“You know what really hurts? I would have taken it if he had just been honest. I could have waited forever to be with him because I love him that much,” Blaine grit his teeth, “But he didn’t get it. He didn’t get how hurtful it was to see him use girls or dismiss me. He didn’t get why I was so upset and acted like I should just tough it out. I couldn’t stand by and watch it anymore. At some point, I had to learn to have some self respect.”

He set the Niffler down, and it desperately tried to shove its hoard back into its pouch. After it had recovered most of its treasure, it scurried away affronted back to Professor Howin on the other side of the field. He watched it go only half paying attention.

“That would have killed you eventually,” Poppy murmured quietly.

Blaine shrugged.

“I would have taken it. That’s how in love I am, but I couldn’t do that to myself. At some point I realized the relationship we had back then hurt more than it felt right.”

Poppy brought her knees up to her chest. Persephone rolled onto the grass between them and let Blaine rub her head.

��You want my advice? Tell him how much he means to you. Even if you decide that this is it, and that it’s over, he deserves to know. If this plan of yours was meant for closure, you need to actually have a conversation to get that closure. Tell him everything that’s on your mind and listen to his,” she advised.

Blaine opened his mouth to reply when Professor Howin called the class back. Her wand shot up a bright basic cast into the air to catch their attention. The pair slowly got up and began dusting their clothes of grass.

“I will,” Blaine hesitated, “I just need to rehearse it. Think the enchanted mirror in the girl’s lavatory will let me practice on it?”

It was a poor joke. Poppy smiled softly to reward his effort and stuck her hands into her robe pockets.

“Well, at the very least, it’ll tell you if you look good saying it.”

———

The next morning, Blaine woke up bright and early. The quidditch game was in a few hours and the team had decided to run some last minute drills. Garreth was long since gone as usual as he dressed.

In his 6th year, Black had reversed his decision on Quidditch. While the Headmaster officially claimed that he had decided the game was now safe to return out of his own careful study of it, the reality was that the sport association had cracked down on. It seems the letter Blaine had goaded Madam Kogawa into wiring back during his Polyjuice potion experience in 5th year had done the trick.

Blaine had received the position of Keeper after trying out for the team. The Gryffindor team was captained by Natty as Seeker and Garreth had received the role of Beater. While Slytherin was stronger overall due to Imelda’s tutelage and some good recruits, Gryffindor had a good fight and could win if they played as well as they did their last match with Ravenclaw.

As he did before any game, Blaine ate a light breakfast that wouldn’t weigh him down on his broom and carried a duffel bag with his uniform. Nestled among the Gryffindor red was Imelda’s green scarf. She had reminded him last night as he had walked her down to her Common Room of her second condition.

He wondered how the crowd would react. There was no rule per se about wearing the opponent’s colors on the field, but it was definitely not something anyone had even tried before. Perhaps Madam Kogawa would make him remove it or Natty would ask him to change.

Most of the team had already gathered in their respective changing room. Natty sat on a bench near the entrance in full uniform with a piece of parchment going over last minute plans. Lucan was at her side as she strategized and offered his own input as co-captain. Now a 4th year, it was expected he would inherit the team after Natty graduated which meant he had to study closely under her.

Blaine spotted Garreth near the corner of the room. He was tightening on the straps of his gloves. Their eyes met and Garreth opened his mouth to offer a greeting, but no sound came out.

They regarded each other awkwardly before Blaine moved away. Diving into a partition to change, he quickly put on his uniform. Imelda’s scarf did not match any of the other pieces and he stared at his reflection wondering what the reaction would be when he emerged from the room.

Finally, Natty called the team over.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine went outside. With most of the team gathered around in a circle with their backs turned, no one noticed him approach. Natty called out names left and right as she went over last minute strategy. Somewhere outside, the sounds of people grew louder as more students gathered in their sections.

“…Weasley make sure to block Sallow’s bludger. Last match he almost knocked half our team off their brooms. Try and force him away from the rings to keep him from blocking our plays.”

Natty tapped her finger over another shape on her paper. She called Blaine’s name without looking up.

“Blaine, try to weave fast in front of the hoops. That 6th year Chaser of theirs is fast. If you look away for a second, he’ll score,” she looked up to offer some more advice and froze.

Blaine looked away awkwardly as more members of his team turned around.

“Are you-”

Lucan Brattleby cut himself off as he spotted the green scarf around his neck. He sounded more amused than upset.

Off to his side, Garreth kicked off the wall he had been leaning against after a brief moment of stunned silence. His arms were crossed and his jaw was tight. “What are you wearing? Where’s your scarf? Madam Kogawa won’t let you on the field in green.”

His tone was icy, and Blaine felt a surge of annoyance. After days of silence, the first thing he did was scold him?

His fingers went to Imelda’s scarf and he tightened them instinctively. Seeing him, Garreth’s attitude worsened.

“There’s nothing in the rules about not wearing the full uniform,” he looked at Natty who was pensive, “I checked. Imelda will be wearing mine.”

Nellie Oggspire made a sound standing next to Natty.

“The Slytherin captain in red? Now that’s a sight I haven’t seen,” she commented with a laugh.

“We’re up against Slytherin, Blaine,” Natty hesitated, “It sends a terrible message if our Keeper is wearing their colors.”

“It does. It means he’s a traitor to his team,” Garreth commented. He took a step towards Natty, “He can’t wear that on the field.”

“Shut it, Weasley,” Blaine hissed then paused.

A tense silence filled the room as people stared. They had never seen Blaine and Garreth argue before. Even Garreth turned back in surprise before his face grew red and he spun back on Natty.

“We’re playing Slytherin. He can’t go out looking like a snake. Their team will laugh at us-“

“Imelda is wearing mine!” Blaine turned to Natty, “Go check. Their team is still in their changing rooms. You’ll see her in it.”

Lucan looked between Blaine and Garreth wearily. Lawrence Davies, their alternative Beater filling in for Leander, took a step back sensing a coming fight and tried to prevent it.

“We don’t have time for this argument. The whistle will blow any minute now. Let’s just go over last minute strategy-“

“It’s a scarf,” Natty finally spoke up, “Not a full uniform. It’s not a big deal. As long as Madam Kogawa doesn’t order you to take it off-“

“You can’t be serious!” Garreth threw his hands up, “He’s on our team! Or at least he pretends to be! He can’t wear Imelda’s scarf-”

“What do you mean pretends to be?” Blaine strode towards him and grit his teeth. This close, he could see how flushed Garreth was, “I am on this team. I’ve never wavered in my loyalty to it. Unlike some people, I’ve been very faithful un like some people-”

“Yeah you certainly look it wrapped in that scarf. Has your little girlfriend really gotten into your head that much? Are you letting her call all the shots? Has Gryffindor sunken so low that its lions lie with snakes and wrap them around their necks-”

“Godric, Garreth, stop it,” Nellie hissed in evident shock at his words. To her side, Cressida Blume tightened her hands around her broomstick. Her eyes pleaded with Natty to intervene.

Blaine jabbed a finger at his chest.

“At least I have a girlfriend. Unlike some people that burn through girls faster than they can even memorize their names and push away the only person that’s ever been by their side. It must kill you to see that not everyone is as miserable as you are. Does it sting to see some of us move on?”

The words were falling faster than he could think about them. The culmination of their previous arguments gave him a lot of material to work with. Blaine wasn’t even sure if he meant half of what he said or knew what exactly he was saying.

Garreth seemed to be in a similar state. His hands were practically shaking at his sides and his eyes were blazing. No doubt whatever resentment had been building the past few days was finally bubbling to the surface singing everything in his path.

“You have a lot of nerve-”

Garreth began to draw nearer when suddenly a hand was thrown in between the two of them.

“Leviosa!” Natty’s wand sparked to life.

Blaine let out a noise of surprise before his body began to levitate. Garreth was similarity lifted off the ground. The changing room was eerily silent as the two of them struggled to gather their bearings.

With a flick of her wand, Natty released the spell. The two of them tumbled to the ground. Blaine landed painfully on his knee. To his side, he could see Garreth clutch his elbow.

Whatever anger had burned through the two of them had been frightened away by Natty. A cold emptiness spread through Blaine as he stared down at the floor. His ears burned with shame and pain.

Natty looked positively furious at them both. It was an expression she seldom wore. Suddenly looking like Professor Onai, her hands went to her waist.

The rest of their team stared at the two of them in shock. Cressida looked like she wanted to shrink in on herself, Nellie’s eyes were wide, Lucan was feigning being very interested in Natty’s sketches, and Lawrence was staring at his broomstick. Minutes before the big game and they were more divided than ever.

“I should honestly remove the two of you from the match,” Natty began, “But Leander got detention with Professor Sharp, and I already used Lawrence to fill in his spot. Were our other alternate here, I’d strip you both of your positions and keep you out for the next few games.”

Another uneasy pause. Blaine could hear Garreth’s quiet, uneven breathing. His own fingers went to the skin around his nails.

Finally, Natty sighed.

The affection she had for the both of them won out. She pocketed her wand and turned away. Her hand went to her temple where Blaine could imagine a headache was forming.

“The game will start soon. Everyone out into the field. Whatever anger you have, channel it at the opponent. Blaine, if Madam Kogawa asks you to remove it, take it off. Otherwise, I do not care. Just remember what you are really fighting for.”

She strode outside the room with her broomstick in tow. The rest of the team scrambled to follow her. None of them glanced back as if eager to get away from the entire situation. He didn’t blame them. Blaine slowly got to his feet. His hands tightened around his broom-

He thought about saying something to Garreth. Should he apologize? Would it even be welcome?

He hesitated by the door.

“Blaine, I-”

A quiet whisper, Garreth was still on the ground. Blaine could hear the hitch of his breath which signified how hurt he was. When he raised his head, his eyes were red with unshed tears.

He waited for Garreth to finish his sentence, but he never did. Instead, he got up and turned around. Scooping up his helmet, he moved around Blaine and didn’t glance back.

Staring at his back, Blaine took a deep breath and followed his team unto the field.

———

“Switching teams have we, Ambrose?” Sebastian was lazily weaving through the field on his broom when Blaine flew up. He smirked as he caught sight of Blaine and pat his own green scarf in recognition.

The Slytherin team had been waiting for a while. Imelda was speaking to her players for some last minute advice off to the side. Blaine’s scarf was wrapped around her neck, yet none of her team members seemed to mind. If anything, they found it funny. Grace Pinch-Smedley giggled when she caught sight of Blaine’s scarf.

“How romantic,” Nerida Roberts called out.

The Gryffindor team was silent as they filed into position. Garreth was staring down at the crowd below with his cheek jumping out as he ground his teeth together. Blaine ignored the other team as he took his position by the hoops.

Madam Kogawa examined Blaine and Imelda closely but did not comment on their scarves. Instead, she tapped her watch in annoyance. The Gryffindor team had been late by several minutes. The game was delayed and the crowd was restless.

On the stands, Headmaster Black looked irritated as he impatiently moved his hand for the match to start. Professor Weasley sitting several seats down noticed her nephew’s downtrodden expression and glanced at Blaine with a questioning look. Blaine refused to look back at her worried that he would break.

His mind was entire planets away as the whistle finally blew. From the very beginning, it was obvious they weren’t going to win. The morale had sunk low from their fight, and the Gryffindors had trouble cooperating. Several times they hesitated and missed obvious plays. The Slytherins flew circles around them.

Blaine was so distracted he missed several easy blocks. He seldom realized they had made points until the announcer had called it out. The crowd on the Slytherin’s side was wild while the Gryffindor side was quiet.

By the time a break was called by Madam Kogawa, the prospect was bleak. Slytherin was so far ahead that only the snitch would save them. Between Leander being absent, the team being distracted, and their communication broken, the match was already decided in Slytherin’s favor.

As the teams touched down to reconvene, Imelda landed next to him.

“What’s with you lions today?” Her tone was teasing but her eyes seemed genuinely confused, “You usually give a much better game.”

Blaine hesitated as he stared out at the crowd. Professor Weasley was standing up as she tried to catch sight of Garreth. Her nephew had ducked inside the changing rooms with the others. Natty was speaking with Lucan and Madam Kogawa no doubt answering questions about their poor performance.

“We had a fight, Garreth and I. A massive one before the game. If Natty hadn’t pulled us apart, I think we could have drawn wands. Garreth was furious I was wearing your scarf,” Blaine tugged at the fabric awkwardly.

Imelda bit her lip.

“I’m sorry, I genuinely didn’t mean for that to happen. My team found the entire thing hilarious. I wasn’t trying to sabotage-“

Blaine waved her away impatiently.

“It’s not you. Garreth and I have been tense since Leander spilled everything. A fight was going to happen at some point with or without the scarf. Go back to your team, congratulate them. You have the match in your pocket.��

He turned away from her and strode off to his team. Some of the other students were whispering as he walked past. Even from down below the rest of the school had caught on to the fact that something had happened. Blaine wondered how long it would be before the news of his fight with Garreth spread.

“Blaine!”

Poppy waved her hand from one of the Hufflepuff seats. Lenora Everleigh and Adelaide Oakes were sitting next to her. Although they weren’t Gryffindors, each had a red article of clothing cheering his team on. After the first half, Blaine wondered if they regretted it.

Poppy leaned against the rails and peered down at him. Her eyes were wide.

“What’s wrong? Garreth just stormed past us-“

“Later, Poppy, I really don’t want to think right now.”

Blaine ignored her concerned calls of his name as he walked towards Natty. The poor girl had gotten a scolding from Kogawa for how badly her team was fairing. While Blaine wouldn’t have blamed her if she aired out her frustration on him, she merely sighed.

“Brooms up in a minute,” she warned, “The game isn’t over yet. Don’t give up.”

Blaine bit his tongue as the rest of the team wandered around. No one took her words to heart. The score board didn’t lie.

A shrill whistle sounded from Madam Kogawa. The team didn’t even glance back at each other as they rose up in the air.

The second half was no less disastrous than the first. The Slytherin team scored more points than Blaine could stop and Natty was too distracted to find the snitch. She only moved when Imelda did and relied on her to give clues as to where it was.

At some point, the entire field had begun to spin. Blaine hardly reacted when the Quaffle zoomed past him through another hoop. The Slytherin section below went mad cheering and screaming.

The sound was a painful grate against his ears. He winced and pinched the bridge of his nose. A painful throb was beginning behind his eyes and colorful lights would dance across his eyelids when he shut them. The beginning of a migraine was starting.

The exhaustion, the mess of emotions, and the stress caught up to him. He leaned against one of the hoops and tried to keep his balance on his broomstick. He could hear the announcer call his name wondering aloud if he was okay.

Sebastian wandered over from his post. His hand reached out.

“Blaine-?”

His fingers had barely made contact with his shoulder when the entire field spun in circles. Blaine’s grip on his broom faltered and he felt gravity begin to drag him down. He felt himself plunge under and begin to fall.

Screams sounded as gravity rushed up to meet him. The last thing he saw before darkness enveloped him was Garreth speeding from his broomstick towards him.

———

Nurse Blainey cast Lumos on her wand and moved it side to side across his field of vision. Blaine winced at its brightness. His head was killing him and his entire body felt sore.

“You are very fortunate Madam Kogawa managed to use Arresto Momentum on you. Had she not reacted fast enough, you’d be drinking vials of Skele-gro right now. A fall that high up could have broken your spine,” she scolded.

Blaine blinked weakly across the room. Imelda was standing behind Nurse Blainey along with Sebastian, Natty, and Garreth-

Garreth.

Their eyes met. Garreth had his guard down and his face was open. His eyes were full of fear and concern. Blaine could weakly remember him rushing towards him as he fell.

A hand went to his forehead.

“How long was I out?” His throat was raspy from sleep. He wished he had some water to drink and maybe an eternity to fall asleep.

“A few hours,” Natty responded, “It’s nearly night time.”

A glance at the window proved she was telling the truth. While the game had been in the early morning, the sun was now setting. Blaine wondered if he should ask who won, if it even mattered, but a glance at Natty’s face let him know it hadn’t been his team.

He sagged against the bed as Nurse Blainey set a bottle of Wiggenweld on the nightstand.

“Drink this. You are staying overnight while I monitor your health. You are dehydrated and exhausted. Have you been taking care of yourself at all?”

Blaine’s silence was answer enough. She huffed and began to mutter to herself as she moved away.

Sebastian dropped down onto a nearby bed and Imelda plopped next to him. Natty inched closer too. Behind them, Garreth hung back awkwardly as if unsure of what to do.

“That was a nasty fall,” Sebastian said, “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I was about to heroically rescue you myself, but it seemed Madam Kogawa had it handled.”

“I’m sure you would have made a dashing knight,” Blaine murmured.

He drank the entire Wiggenweld in one swig. Despite the numerous potions he had taken in the past, the taste hadn’t improved. He forced himself to not make a face.

“Oh, very dashing, I would have taken the title of the Hero of Hogwarts from you,” Sebastian ribbed.

Imelda shook her head.

“Poppy came by to see you earlier,” she leaned towards Blaine, “She left you a gift. Ominis also left not that long ago and said he’d speak to you later. Nurse Blainey has been chasing away visitors all day. You are quite popular.”

She handed him Poppy’s gift. It was a small little Fwooper plushie that looked handmade. His eyes naturally swung to Garreth remembering their 5th year when he had asked for Blaine to retrieve a feather from Sharp’s office. Merlin, it seemed like an entire lifetime ago…

Garreth was sitting at a different bed ways away from the rest. He cleared his throat as if hesitant to speak.

“You passed out. It was really bad.”

His voice was soft, quiet. Blaine could hear the residual panic there. He wondered if Garreth had been here the entire time. A selfish part of him hoped he had.

“The team wishes you better of course, my friend,” Natty commented, “And you’re out of commission for the next few games by Nurse Blainey’s orders. I consider that punishment enough.”

Right, punishment.

Blaine risked a glance at Garreth and saw him flinch. It seemed that comment was a painful reminder for him too. He stood from his seat and wandered over to Natty’s side.

Sebastian tried to lighten the mood.

“If you must know, us Slytherins have postponed our own celebration in solidarity. The big after party we were planning has been moved to a few days from now. You’re invited of course. As is Garreth and Natty. You lions are usually barred entry, but you’re lucky you have us to vouch for you.”

He motioned towards himself and Imelda.

“How selfless,” Blaine teased weakly.

“Oh, terribly so, we should be the loyal house not Hufflepuff,” Imelda quipped. She stood just as Nurse Blainey returned.

“Alright, you lot. One visitor tonight. I can only allow one person to remain with Mr. Ambrose while he recovers,” she held up one finger.

“I can-” Imelda began, but Nurse Blainey waved her off.

“You need permission from a head of house to stay out past curfew. At this rate, it’s too late for Professor Sharp to grant it. Mr. Weasley, Professor Weasley has granted you permission should you want it. Either you or Miss Onai.”

Natty turned to Garreth, Garreth hesitated.

“I’m not sure if-” His eyes moved to Blaine.

Before he could think, Blaine’s hand shot out towards his. His fingers snagged around Garreth’s wrist in one quick movement. Garreth’s breath hitched as he stared down at him in surprise.

“Stay,” Blaine whispered.

A tiny plea. He ignored the surprised look from the others as they looked between the two of them and Imelda. His eyes were solely on Garreth.

Garreth blinked up at him and his eyes softened. Without glancing at Nurse Blainey, he nodded.

“I’ll stay.”

A confirmation that let Blaine feel relaxed. He let go of his hand with some regret then eased back into his bed. Exhaustion was dragging down his eyelids again.

Nurse Blainey began to shoo the crowd around the bed away.

“Right, let’s give Mr. Ambrose some space. Mr. Weasley, you can use an empty bed for the night. I’ll bring a Dreamless Sleep potion in a bit, don’t drift off just yet,” she turned to Blaine.

Too late, Blaine was only half listening. The moment his eyes closed, he felt sleep carry him away.

———

Ranrok sneered at him as he stalked forward. Next to him, Rookwood’s cold face peered up at him from the shadows. His wand raised in a spell. A flash of green-

And then red.

“Crucio!”

Sebastian’s voice was accompanied by agony. Blaine could hear every bone in his body break and every muscle tear. White hot pain shot through every nerve and he writhed on the Scriptorium floor. He wished for death as the spell sent wave after wave of suffering-

Professor Fig was eerily pale on the ground. His eyes were already unfocused and his hands blindly groped for Blaine’s. When he spoke, his voice was hardly above a shallow whisper.

“Miriam would have liked you-“

“Blaine! Blaine!”

A panicked voice fished him out of the darkness. Blaine jolted awake with a terrible noise that sounded like a mixture of a gasp and a scream. He felt someone’s hands on his arms trying to shake him.

His eyes snapped open. The darkened infirmary greeted him. Standing over him, Garreth was pale.

His hair was disheveled from sleep and his hands were shaking. No doubt Blaine’s own screams had woken him up. Nurse Blainey had retired for the night leaving the two of them alone.

“Breathe,” Garreth commanded. He took a few deep breaths of his own to prompt him.

Blaine mimicked his breathing as he felt his heart begin to slow.

“Did I wake you-I’m sorry,” he sagged against the bed.

Garreth slowly let him go but not before helping him ease back into his place. He sounded groggy from sleep.

“Don’t apologize,” he firmly stated.

Blaine’s nightmares were nothing new. Since 5th year, they had been playing out every so often. 6th year had been the worst with him constantly waking his dorm mates up with screams, but they had slowed by 7th year. He hadn’t had a bad one like tonight in a very long time. Perhaps the events of the day had pulled him back under. The stress must have brought them back.

His hands pressed against his eyelids in frustration.

Garreth had witnessed plenty of his nightmares. Blaine had spent time with his family during vacations. He had witnessed Blaine’s episodes enough times to know what to do, and he had never complained. Every time Blaine had woken up screaming, Garreth had been there.

That much hadn’t changed. Even after a terrible fight, Garreth was still there. He had stayed when Blaine had asked and helped him breathe when Blaine thought he was drowning.

“Are you alright now?” Garreth’s voice was soft. He risked a glance towards Nurse Blainey’s office but the witch had long since left. A member of the staff, she had probably retired to the staff wing. Blaine vaguely remembered the area from the damned demiguise statues Mr. Moon had made him hunt down.

Blaine didn’t answer his question. Instead, he blinked up at him. As his vision adjusted to the darkness he could see the state Garreth was in.

His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles underneath demonstrating his lack of sleep, and his skin was pale. He looked every bit as terrible as he felt. It seemed Blaine hadn’t been the only one suffering all these days.

He tried to sit up but a hand on his chest eased him back down.

“Don’t, you’re still weak. Nurse Blainey didn’t leave you anymore potions. I think she thought you’d sleep through the night. I could break into Sharp’s stash and bring you a Dreamless Sleep potion if you want. Godric knows you need it,” Garreth offered.

Blaine huffed.

“And then you’d have detention for the rest of the school year. You aren’t Sebastian. You can’t sneak past prefects,” he responded.

A small silence resounded. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as the ones before. Perhaps it was because they were both tired.

Blaine nodded at Garreth’s bed. The sheets had been strewn about as if he had been tossing and turning.

“Were you asleep?” He inquired.

Garreth looked at his bed. The muscle in his cheek jumped.

“I was making sure you were breathing. Nurse Blainey was worried about you before she left. She asked me to watch over you for a bit to make sure you were sleeping properly. I stayed up a little to see if you were okay.”

Another small silence. Blaine’s throat felt tight.

“Thank you.”

A quiet whisper he wasn’t even sure had reached him. A simple thank you felt so hollow. Two words couldn’t possibly grasp everything he felt. The gratitude, the guilt, the yearning, the love-

A hand softly brushed some hair away from Blaine’s face.

“You need your rest,” Garreth murmured, “Can you go back to bed?”

Blaine leaned into his touch. It felt warm, familiar. He closed his eyes and tried to ground himself in it.

“Why?”

The hand stroking his hair stopped.

“Why what?” Garreth sounded confused.

“Why stay? After I hurt you, after I fought with you, after everything. Why did you decide to stay?”

Subconsciously, Garreth lowered his hand to Blaine’s lap. Blaine didn’t even think before claiming it. He intertwined their fingers and was amazed at how natural it felt. Their hands fit together like a perfect puzzle.

Garreth stroked the back of his hand with his thumb. Never once did he look down or react to what he was doing. Perhaps he didn’t even realize he was so close.

A quiet breath left his lips.

“You asked me to stay. I couldn’t leave you.”

“Is that the only reason?” Blaine tried to meet his eyes.

It took several seconds for Garreth to meet his gaze. When he did, his eyes were torn. There was a chasm of different feelings in their depth. It echoed every inch of Blaine’s own heart.

“You know it’s not the only reason why.”

A hitched breath, a pained admission. Garreth closed his eyes. The hand holding Blaine’s squeezed.

Blaine’s mouth dried up. A million thoughts ran through his mind, yet he couldn’t voice any of them out. The words died on his tongue each time he tried. He had no idea where to start or what to say.

Garreth looked no better off. He bowed his head and slowly released his hand.

There was a lot to unpack in his words. Blaine yearned to process everything and make sense of what he had said.

But it was not the right moment.

He felt too exhausted and broken down to even consider it. They both desperately needed to have a conversation, but not today. Not when Blaine felt like any little thing could break him.

“What would help you keep the nightmares away?” Garreth asked softly.

Before Blaine could even think, the answer was falling from his lips.

“You.”

A long pause. Blaine wished he could bite off his own tongue. It was a terrible thing to say when there were so many conflicting emotions between them. He wouldn’t blame Garreth a bit if he decided to leave. He was being incredibly selfish in asking so much of him.

Garreth suddenly stood up. He ran a hand through his hair further mussing it up.

Blaine cringed. He got ready to apologize certain that Garreth would leave-

And then Garreth gently nodded his head.

“Okay.”

He hesitated for a moment as if psyching himself up then made a motion with his hand.

“Make room,” he ordered.

Blaine stared at him as the words registered. Wordlessly and full of surprise, he complied. He inched to the other side of the bed and laid on his side with his front facing Garreth.

Moments later, the bed dipped with Garreth’s weight. He eased into the covers next to him.

The two of them faced each other. For a moment, neither moved. Each was too busy trying to think of what to do while trying to ignore the ramifications of what was happening. Both were trying to understand just what they were doing and what it would mean in the morning.

In the end, they both collectively decided to deal with anything else later. The hour was too late and each was too exhausted to dwell on it deeper. They had almost lost each other earlier that day in fits of fury and free falls. Whatever issues would arise from now could wait until daybreak. For now, the night belonged to them.

Slowly, Garreth reached out and found Blaine’s hand. He clasped it in between them and intertwined their fingers. An intimate touch that had both their hearts racing.

“Is this okay?”

Blaine squeezed his hand back in response. Feeling the warm of Garreth so close, some sleep began to creep in. He closed his eyes and tried to welcome it. The hand in his was a steadying presence that soothed his anxiety and fear.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could swear he felt the brush of Garreth’s lips against his. He tried to focus on the sensation, but the darkness quickly won out. Sleep claimed its prize before he could process what had happened.

The next morning when Nurse Blainey arrived with a new Wiggenweld, Blaine found himself alone. Garreth had left some time before the sun had risen and Nurse Blainey seemed not to have realized what occurred the night before. She greeted him and busied about his bed asking how he had spent the night with her usual terse countenance.

Blaine hadn’t answered her too busy marveling at the memory of last night. Staring down at the hand that Garreth had held asleep, Blaine could only wonder if the previous events had all been one long, beautiful dream.

[carnalcrows]

BREAKING THE RULES - NAMGYU

pairing: ftm namgyu x guard! top! male reader

synopsis: Nam-gyu makes life even harder in the games; and he makes sure you know it.

content warnings: 18+, slightly ooc namgyu, thanos doesn't exist here, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, squirting, creampie.

word count: 1.9k

Nam-gyu was a menace. Not in a violent way—no, he wasn’t the type to throw punches or scheme behind people's backs. He was just loud. Chaotic. Endlessly pushing his luck in ways that made your job infinitely harder.

You, one of the masked guards, had the misfortune of being assigned to watch over him.

“Oh, come on, do you really have to stand so close?” Nam-gyu whined, sprawled out on the cold metal bunk, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. “You’re like my own personal shadow. It’s creepy.”

You didn’t respond. Guards weren’t supposed to talk to the players.

But Nam-gyu? He didn’t give a fuck about rules.

“Are you at least hot under that mask?” he continued, squinting up at you. “Tall, broad, mysterious—what’s under there? A secret K-drama heartthrob?”

Your lips twitched under the mask, but you stayed silent.

Then he gasped. “Wait, what if you’re ugly? Oh my god, what if you’re, like, a forty-year-old uncle with bad skin?”

You exhaled sharply, already regretting what you were about to do. “Shut up and sleep.”

Nam-gyu sat up so fast he nearly smacked his head on the bunk above. “Ohhh? He speaks! And—wait, wait, that was deep—oh my god, are you hot?”

You turned away, cursing yourself.

“Wait, at least tell me if you’re single!” he whisper-yelled.

Despite the life-or-death situation, Nam-gyu never stopped flirting with you.

During the games, when most players were drenched in sweat and panic, he still managed to shoot you little smirks like this was all some messed-up dating show.

After a particularly brutal round, he was doubled over, panting, hands on his knees. But even then, he looked up at you, grinning through the exhaustion.

“If I survive this, you owe me a date.”

“You’re not supposed to talk to me,” you reminded him.

His grin widened. “And yet… you keep answering.”

The first time you really broke the rules was when you caught him wandering the hallways after curfew.

You found him leaning casually against the wall like he wasn’t committing a punishable offense.

“You know you’re not supposed to be out,” you sighed, arms crossed.

“Oops,” he said, not looking the least bit sorry. “Guess I got lost. You're gonna punish me?”

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. The way he leaned in slightly, the way his voice dropped lower—it was all intentional.

“Get back to your room before someone sees,” you ordered, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

Nam-gyu tilted his head. “You gonna carry me there, big guy?”

You groaned, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to the dorms. He didn’t resist. If anything, he definitely enjoyed it.

One night, during your usual patrol, his voice whispered through the dark.

“Psst. Guard dude. Come here.”

Against your better judgment, you stepped closer to his bunk. “What?”

“You’re my favorite guard,” he murmured, a lazy grin on his lips.

“I’m the only guard who tolerates you,” you corrected.

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “That means something.”

Then, his fingers ghosted over your gloved hand. A barely-there touch.

“If I die tomorrow,” he said softly, voice losing its usual playfulness, “I just want you to know—I totally had a crush on you.”

Your heart pounded harder than it should have.

At some point, you gave in.

Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was the fact that Nam-gyu was so damn persistent. But you found yourself alone with him in a supply closet one night.

“This is so against the rules,” you muttered, hands gripping his waist as he smirked up at you.

“Then why haven’t you stopped me?” he teased, breath warm against your mask.

You exhaled sharply. “Because you won’t shut up otherwise.”

“Ohhh, so this is how you make me quiet?” he grinned, fingers trailing over your chest. “Noted.”

The moment was charged, the air thick with something neither of you wanted to name. Nam-gyu was pressed against the shelves of the dimly lit supply closet, his breath uneven as he stared up at you with that maddening smirk.

"You gonna stand there all night, big guy?" he murmured, voice teasing but breathy. "Or are you actually gonna do something?"

Your grip on his waist tightened involuntarily. This was reckless—so reckless—but Nam-gyu had spent days, weeks even, pushing you to this point. Testing your patience, pulling you into his orbit, and now that he had you where he wanted you, he wasn’t about to let go.

You exhaled sharply, then tilted his chin up with two fingers. His smirk faltered, replaced by something else—anticipation, maybe.

And then you kissed him.

Nam-gyu let out a surprised noise before melting into it, arms sliding up to grip your shoulders. His lips were warm and eager, moving against yours with a desperation that made your head spin. He kissed like he talked—relentlessly, all-consuming, like he wanted to prove something.

You didn’t let him.

Instead, you took control, deepening the kiss, pressing him further against the shelves. A soft gasp escaped him when your fingers dug into his waist, grounding him. His hands fisted in your uniform, pulling you closer, as if there was any space left between you.

"You’re—so unfair," he mumbled between kisses, voice slightly dazed.

"You talk too much," you muttered, capturing his lips again before he could come up with another snarky remark.

Nam-gyu didn’t fight it. If anything, he clung to you even more, tilting his head to give you better access. His breath hitched when your hands roamed lower, fingers pressing into the curve of his back, holding him steady against you.

The heat between you was overwhelming, the danger of getting caught only making it worse. But neither of you cared. Not when he was sighing into your mouth, not when his fingers tangled in your hair, not when the world outside this little room ceased to exist.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Nam-gyu blinked up at you, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. He looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"You’re really bad at following rules," he murmured, voice thick with amusement.

You exhaled, resting your forehead against his. "And you’re really bad at shutting up."

Nam-gyu grinned. "Guess we make a good team, then."

And somehow, you knew there was no going back.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and way too heated for your own good, he chuckled.

“You’re really bad at following rules,” he teased, straightening his uniform.

You adjusted your mask, trying to calm your racing heart. “And you’re really bad at shutting up.”

“Guess we make a good team, then.”

You should’ve been worried. You should’ve been more careful. But when Nam-gyu looked at you like that—like you were the only thing keeping him sane in this nightmare—you knew there was no going back.

The next morning, you tried to pretend nothing had happened.

You stood at your usual post, arms crossed, mask in place, as if Nam-gyu hadn’t kissed you breathless in a supply closet.

But he wasn’t about to let you forget. Oh no.

He sauntered into the cafeteria, stretching his arms dramatically.

“Man, I had the craziest dream last night,” he said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

You tensed.

“So there I was, trapped in a tiny room with this huge guy,” Nam-gyu continued, resting his chin in his palm. “And let me tell you—he had strong hands. Held me real tight, y’know?”

You clenched your fists.

The other players gave him a weird look. “Uh… what kinda dream was that?”

Nam-gyu sighed, all fake wistfulness. “A good one.” Then, without looking at you, he added, “Shame it was just a dream.”

You walked out, shaking your head.

That night, you found him again where he wasn’t supposed to be—this time, loitering near the guard dorms.

“You want to get caught, don’t you?” you sighed, grabbing his arm.

“Maybe,” he grinned, stepping closer. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you.”

You tried to ignore the way your pulse jumped. “You’re reckless.”

“And you’re obsessed with following rules,” he teased, tilting his head. “Except when it comes to me.”

You really should’ve pushed him away. Instead, you backed him against the wall.

“Go back to your room,” you ordered, voice low.

“Make me,” he whispered.

And oh, you did.

Your hands slammed against the wall on either side of Nam-gyu’s head, caging him in. His breath hitched, but that damn smirk never left his face. He thrived off this—the tension, the danger, the way you always swore you wouldn’t fall for his games but did anyway.

“Say that again,” you murmured, your voice dropping into something dangerously low.

Nam-gyu’s lashes fluttered, and for the first time, a flicker of nervous excitement crossed his face. But he was never one to back down. “Make me,” he repeated, this time softer, more breathless.

Your patience snapped.

Your lips crashed against his, claiming him in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Nam-gyu gasped, his fingers instantly tangling in your uniform, gripping the fabric like he needed to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your own, his chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths as you pressed even closer.

He tasted like trouble, and you had never wanted anything more.

Nam-gyu let out a muffled whimper as your hand slid down to his waist, pulling him flush against you. He was so much smaller than you, but he didn’t shy away—if anything, he leaned in, arching slightly as if daring you to take more.

Your hands trailed to the hem of his sweats, tugging them and his boxers down to reveal– his pussy? You certainly didn’t expect that.

“See– I probably should’ve mentioned this earlier but–”

You silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, your hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. His breath hitched when your teeth grazed his bottom lip, his body trembling against you.

Hastily pulling your own pants down, you pulled out your erection– aligning it with his cunt. Common sense had gone too far out the window now– you were too horny to care.

Before he could say anything, you sheathed yourself inside of him with one swift thrust– making his head hit the wall behind him. He gasped– and you used the opportunity to press your lips to his once more, preventing him from making any of those pretty noises (which you so desperately wanted to hear– but it was too dangerous now).

You pulled out of his cunt almost all the way before slamming back in– the head of your cock almost entering his cervix. His back arched– hands gripping tightly onto your shoulders.

You thrusted in and out of him at an almost animalistic pace– being pent up for so long certainly had its advantages.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck– and used the hand that wasn’t holding him up to cover his mouth– muffling his whimpers and moans, almost divine music to your ears.

Without warning– he climaxed, squirting all over your cock and the front of your uniform. Seeing him come undone did it for you– and you released soon after– pressing into him with such ferociousness and painting his insides a pearly white that he was sure he was going to get pregnant.

After a solid minute– you slowly pulled out of him, still keeping him upright. His head sagged onto your shoulder, the exhaustion getting to his head.

The sudden sound of approaching footsteps made you freeze.

The door to the small room opened– and outside was none other than Square Guard 001.

You were fucked.

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[silver-horse]

unfortunately I have opinions about the ascendant astarion ending and I have been holding back from saying it. but it's a problem that applies to the whole game and it's been annoying me

what's actually weird about the ascendant "romance" scene is that the writer considers it a tempting option for the player. They wrote it to be bad, but they also think it's a fun and sexy option. Same goes for the haarlep scene which they also wrote that way because they find it sexy. Except finding this sexually appealing entirely hinges on the idea that the player is a submissive. So RIP to a scene that the rest of us could have found sexy because the lead narrative designer was a submissive. lmao

In this game you can have a scene where you have to kneel for a male character. But you can never have a male character do the same for you. (Halsin doesn't count. It's a vanilla scene, he is not submissive there and we are not even asking/telling him to kneel down) You don't get such options, not even if you play a drow female! RIP the number one reason for playing drow female to be honest. lol You can kneel and fully submit to ascendant astarion or fully submit to mizora or fully submit to haarlep or submit to lae'zel or submit to minthara. you can get whipped by abdirak or you can tell him "touch me and lose a hand" he even responds positively to this remark and yet the possibility to flip the dynamic doesn't exist. There is never an option where a male character truly submits to the player. RIP to a scene that would have been the opposite of the traditional dynamic. the potential that existed but they never used the opportunity

By the way, how interesting that Lae'zel is dominant but she is a woman so ofc you get the option to tell her “no you will submit to me”. You never get such switch options with any of the male characters... Obviously it's not ascendant where they could have made that an option. My point is that it's NEVER an option among so many male characters.

It's a cool idea that the bad ending in a romance means "I saw this character as a sex object" except it falls apart when the scene is very sexually unappealing to anyone who is more dominant leaning. If I see a character as a sex object then I would place them in sexual situations which are appealing to me. so the message doesn't quite work. because there isn't anything that I can selfishly choose for myself just because I like it and I find it sexy.

[ryllen]

my builder looks so similar with haru, i started to think they are long separated twins