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ozzgin · 3 months

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The wonderful wizard Ozz. I have had this concept stuck in my head like a worm!

Could you imagine a Darling escaping from their Yan, not to run but just to feel the rain on their skin? I've been consuming this prompt like a heroin addict and I can't seem to get enough!

If I were to expand your prompt, I quite like the idea of a Yandere that can't really go full yandere because Reader is just too willing. He loves yandere content and can very much relate, but none of the escalations can happen if, well, the object of his obsessive affection doesn't protest in the first place. Is it too far fetched from what you'd imagined? Let me elaborate:

Yandere! Male x Willing! Reader

AKA: When you want to be a Yandere, but your Darling unfortunately cooperates.

The Yandere has been stalking Darling for months. Journal entries, walls plastered with photos (and the occasional creepshots), recordings. He just can't get enough of his Darling. He loves everything about you and can barely function throughout the day, fantasizing about your life together.

Enough is enough and he finally decides to make you his. He's been consuming media of similar tropes, with obsessed men pleading for a chance and having to force their way in because of rejection and fear. He's prepared for everything. Your tears, your trembling voice, your hands pushing him away. He finds you, approaches you and confesses his feelings, knuckles white as he grips his fists in anticipation. Your eyes widen for a moment, before narrowing in a smile. "I had no idea! Sure, I'll go out with you." Huh? Wait. This wasn't...this wasn't in the plan. Somehow he'd been certain you'd refuse. He must've mumbled the last part out loud, because you respond with "Why would I say no?"

A very good point indeed. You will change your mind, however, once you learn the extent of his love. You're holding his hand and following along as he takes you to his place, completely and utterly unaware of what you're about to witness. He can't truly be your boyfriend if he has to hide his very nature, after all. You might be disgusted, frightened, offended. He can already hear your screams, demanding explanations. It's all out of love. "It's okay if you don't understand", he mumbles to himself, watching your frozen body as you gaze into his room. You take a couple of steps towards the nearest wall, tracing the hundreds of images with your fingers. "Wow. You never mentioned being into photography", you remark, impressed. "It's like an exhibition! But...you might have to work on your angles", you blurt out, a little embarrassed, pointing to one of the creepshots. "This isn't very flattering. Did you take it in a hurry? It makes my legs look disproportionate." He can only stare, taken aback. "S-sorry" is all he manages.

Okay, but don't imagine your life will continue as usual. You've only seen a glimpse of his adoration. Now that you're officially dating, he cannot allow anyone else to have access to you. You have to understand, he cannot protect you properly if you're not under his watch all the time. As much as he cherishes you, he will have to be rough if needed. That's what he tells himself as he shoves the required tools in the trunk of his car, speeding towards your apartment. Once there, he fidgets on the sofa, considering his speech. You seem to be just as uneasy - perhaps you're predicting what's to come? - casting your eyes down and giving short answers. "I think you should move in with me." He states solemnly. You gasp and throw a hand over your mouth, and tears quickly well in the corner of your eyes. "How did you...how did you know?" You say between sobs. Huh? "I didn't want to burden you with my problems, seeing as we just started dating...but my landlord won't renew the lease. I was so scared I'd be homeless."

He clicks his tongue. This isn't very yandere, more like the average couple experience. You bring the final moving box to his car, fitting it in the trunk. "By the way, what's with all the rope?" you ask. "Just move it aside", he sighs. How can he explain it? He's been training, sweating and bleeding for a marathon and right before the whistle, they handed him the first prize. His muscles are aching for the sprint that never happened. Of course he's grateful to have you at last, but somehow he feels like he hasn't proven his dedication properly. You just don't get it, do you? How sickening his love is for you.

As the days pass, he eases into his role of...how does one even call it? Pseudo-captor? When you found his journal, you blushed and confessed how no one before him put this amount of effort into knowing you. All the male contacts from your phone vanishing? It was about time you cleaned up your acquaintances and it was nice of him to help. The AirTags he's hidden in your bags and pockets? You appreciate his safety concerns. Nowadays, with all these perverts freely walking the streets, you can never be too sure.

One morning he wakes up to an empty bed. He jolts up, dazed. Could it be his wish was finally granted? You must've gotten tired of him and tried to escape. Oh, silly little Darling love. You should've known there's no more walking out once you said yes. He checks his phone and pounces out, ready for the hunt. As he sprints along the street, he finds you suspiciously close to his home. Not very smart of you to...what are you even doing? Your hands are raised up, fingers fanned out under the pouring rain. You notice his presence and turn to face him with a wide, childish grin. "I haven't done this since I was a child. When was the last time you felt the rain on your skin?" Only now it occurs to him he's been running in this downpour and his clothes are soaked. He was too focused on finding you.

"I thought you escaped", he almost whispers. "Escape? From what?" You tilt your head in confusion. He places his cold, large hands over your cheeks. "Do you comprehend I'm very much obsessed with you? I'm not joking around. You're never, ever leaving me. You're stuck here forever. I mean it. I really do. I'd rather kill you with my own hands than let you go. Because I love you." You take a moment to admire the intricate patterns of his irises, pupils dilated in a spiraling madness. By the end of his erratic oration, he's panting and digging his nails into your skin.

"I know."

#yet another parody I'm so sorry #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere obsession #obsessive love #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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stonewall-if · 9 months

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Stonewall Military Academy: the most brutal, merciless, and unforgiving boarding school in the country. Most recruits either desert or die by the end of their first year. It is where the fiercest and deadliest killers are trained and molded to be the military's steel fist. And it is not for the faint of heart.

Your late mother was once the most respected Commander in the military...until she turned against her country and was killed. Her betrayal killed important figures, left thousands dead, and almost made your people lose a war against a monstrous opposition that threatens the livelihood of your people every day.

Your family has gone into hiding since then, exiled and branded as traitors. But when you're forced to defend your sibling, you're given two options: death or become Stonewall's newest recruit, which is a death sentence in and of itself.

You choose Stonewall.

Your mother's betrayal has tainted your family, has made anyone with your last name hated and has exiled them in circles your family once commanded. You will be bullied, ostracized, even almost killed by your fellow recruits who believe you lower than dirt.

But that won't stop you. You won't be part of the 99% of recruits who die or desert. You will get out of here. You will learn about your mother. And you will live to see graduation.

Will you?

Stonewall is an 18+ dark interactive fiction with minimal fantasy elements that follows MC to a ruthless military academy. Things such as explicit violence, death, bullying, and dark themes are prevalent.

Choose your gender identity and shape your recruit's personality.

Were you a bloodthirsty fighter--everything your parents wanted you be--or what people can consider a 'weakling'?

Fight violence with violence or confront your fellow student's violence with your words, or do nothing at all.

Rebel or become a loyal soldier. Fight for the High Commander's respect or be a thorn at their side.

Romance, befriend or become an enemy to a cast of characters.

Try to survive in the deadliest school in the country.

The High Commander: the leader of Stonewall. She is ruthless, bloodthirsty, and the source of nightmares for many. She doesn't expect you to make it here. Best to prove her wrong.

Your sibling: who is the closest person to you. Your actions saved them from a life of misery and you will continue to do everything in your power to protect them.

Roman [m] or Raven [f][RO]: your new mentor and trainer. R has long graduated as a student and is a full-fledged warrior working at Stonewall. They are cold, brutally honest, detached and unforgiving. They will push you to your limits, and they don't care how you feel about it. Really, they expected you to desert the moment you stepped foot into this place.

At least they're not unnecessarily cruel...which is the most you can hope for here.

Ivan [m] or Iris [f] [RO]: coming from the most powerful military family, I's bloodline has made them the most sought-after student in the school. Your mother also killed their father, so it is no surprise they hate your guts. They are at the top of the rankings, which means they are a bully, but a dangerous one. And they will not make your time here easy.

Marshall [m] or Maureen [f] [RO]: the bumbling, happy-go-lucky recruit that came in the same day as you. No one knows how the shy and easily scared M got into Stonewall...must be because they're from a line of powerful commanders. Still, they are nothing like their family, and you feel bad knowing the students are going to eat them alive. Stonewall will likely kill them before this year ends. Not your problem, right?

Enzo [m] or Eris [f][RO]: the child of the High Commander. No one wants to cross them, so no one talks to them. They are isolated like you but in a different way: they are fawned over while simultaneously being avoided. It seems like you may just be E's only ally in here (or not).

+more!

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #choice script #cog game #cog #choice of games #dashing don #interact-if #if game #if wip #cog wip #if intro #intro post

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night-market-if · 7 months

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The Night Market Book Two

Welcome to the Night Market. May the Knowing show mercy on your soul.

After the conclusion of book 1, enter back into the world of the Night Market as your previous MC, dealing with the fallout of last book's ball. Meet an entirely new cast of characters, along with tracking down your previous RO's. With the lanterns out and the world plunged into darkness, can you turn it around and breathe life back into the world? Or like so many of the realms before is the Night Market doomed to the destruction of the Nothing.

Travel the world and explore new areas with your party members, experiencing romance fraught with angst and heavy decisions. Will you forgive a certain RO for what they have done? Will you be able to save an angel who has nothing left? Or will you choose to feed the addiction of a vampire. Or perhaps live out your cottage core life with your witch.

Or maybe, just maybe, you will dance with death.

The Night Market Book 2 is a rich interactive fiction that will be posted chapter by chapter. If you have not read book one, the links for the free demo or the full purchase of the game is down below.

🪷✨🪷✨ If you want to support me 🪷 ✨🪷✨ Demo 🌿Steam🌿Itch.io🌿 Patreon 🌿Discord🌿FAQS

#the night market #interactive fiction #sequel #twine fic #twine game #twine if #if fic #if wip #romance #angst #emotional #book 1 #book 2 #steam #itch.io #lgbtq #polyamory

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midnightsun-if · 8 months

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Midnight Sun, Chapter One: Part One is officially here! I apologize that this isn't the full release of chapter one, it got a bit bigger than anticipated and I still wanted to release something for you all on the deadline that I thought it'd be finished by.

It's around 26K Words!

Some of the features of the first part:

Customize your MC: name, hair (color, texture, and length), eye color, and skin color.

Interact with your family! Part One is a big family portion. In fact, once I'm done with the rest of chapter one, I'm going to be going back to the individual family scenes and making them longer, because I don't like how short some of them ended up being.

Meet two of the ROs!

Learn some interesting things about your family, or simply stay out of it.

In the next update, which should hopefully be the rest of chapter one, you'll be arriving at Aurelian, after the conversation with Helena, and meeting the rest of the cast! (Also don’t be too concerned if the stats don’t work, I’m still fiddling around with them.)

#midnight sun #demo

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godsandvillains-if · 2 months

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How would the ROs react to seeing a supposed 'Hickey' on MC's neck, and how would they react if they come to know it's not a Hickey but something else like an alien insect bite that looks a lot worse than it is lol? Both crushing and relationship stage answers if it is okay! I hope you have a lovely day author! ❤️

Ohhhh, me loves some jealous scenarios. This is a big one, so enjoy 🤣🤣

Stardom — Crush Stage: Stardom would try not to feel the ugly sensation of jealousy but would fail terribly. The Golden Hero of New York is not supposed to feel jealous, more so for someone who is nothing but a friend to them. And then their feelings for Archon would overlap with the jealousy… I see them being a little bit rude with the MC, and feeling extremely guilty after.

Romance Stage: In a relationship, I think they would first try to find an explanation for the hickey. Maybe they were a little too rough the night before? They do like to mark the MC from time to time, but the deep purple bruise on their neck is a little concerning; they don't remember ever being that rough...

Archon — Crush Stage: I think in the crushing stage, Archon would be more confused about their feelings than anything. Why are they itching to ask the MC about the bloody hickey on their neck? And why does just thinking about it makes them want to pulverize the bastard that placed it there?

Romance Stage: They would probably ask the MC about it outright, since they have no memory of placing the hickey on their neck, and they do remember every love bite they give the MC. But their tone wouldn't be accusatory or anything, more like curious. Besides, they would know if the MC was lying by their heartbeat.

Zodiac — Crush Stage: Zodiac would just pretend that everything was fine and that they didn't notice the massive hickey on their student's neck. They would keep repeating that word over and over in their head—student, they are your student—trying not to feel the coiled snake of jealousy in their stomach.

Romance Stage: Zodiac would probably be performing a complex spell or ritual, and when their eyes landed on the hickey, it would just fizzle out to nothing. Their concentration gone entirely. They would try really hard not to jump to conclusions, so they would first cast a subtle diagnoser spell, and for their immediate relief—not really because a freaking alien bug just bit the MC—it would not be a hickey.

Paladin — Crush Stage: Would stare, like a frozen statue, until the MC risked noticing it. They would feel the cold and familiar feeling of rejection washing over their body as they got as far as possible. There's a reason why they were called a "guard dog" by their past handler: faithfully loyal until the end, but unable to voice any displeasure they might be feeling.

Romance Stage: At this stage, Paladin would've learned a little bit better how to express themselves, maybe not through words exactly, but the MC would be familiar with their body language to know what they were thinking. They would probably just softly touch the place where the hickey was and silently ask what happened. More concerned that it hurt than other possibilities.

Mars — Crush Stage: You never met someone as possessive as them, and the MC would feel the full might of their jealousy. They are not as good as they think they are at hiding their true feelings, at least not when the MC is involved. In the end, it would take a lot for them to keep their hands and powers to themselves.

Romance Stage: If there was anyone else in the room when they saw the hickey, they would surely hightail out of there in a second. Mars wouldn't even think that the bruise was anything other than a bruise. Someone hurt what's theirs. They would question the MC with only one word: "Who?" And they would make the bastard regret ever being born. Even if it's just a mosquito. 😡

Ace — Crush Stage: Ace would be completely distraught, having probably been planning for weeks to ask the MC on a proper, old-fashioned date. And then Zodiac would have to bear the brunt of Ace's tearful laments about how they were so stupid that they would have any chance with the MC, until Zodiac finally lost their patience and, in the most fond tone ever, said, "It was just a bug bite, you idiot. Go ask them out already."

Romance Stage: Would probably go into a spiral of self-deprecating thoughts of not being worth it or something like that. Ace would have to force themselves to think rationally about the situation, they are the most decorated detective in the country for a reason. After analyzing all the facts, they would eventually just ask the MC what bit them. 🤨

Wildcat — Crush Stage: Would bite down on their bottom lip so hard that the MC would have to ask them what's wrong and for them to stop before they ended up hurting themselves. Wildcat in stressful situations just nervous shift to whatever animal can get them away faster from the situation, so they would just into a cat and scarper away. Perhaps to cry on Paladin's lap.

Romance Stage: Would get as close as possible to MC's neck, as obnoxiously as possible, too. Wildcat wouldn't even think about the possibility of the bruise being a hickey, most likely, they shifted in their sleep—something like a damn vampire bat. They are not proud of it, but it definitely happened before.

Thank you for the question!! 🥰

#if: gods and villains #ask #ros

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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❝lemme spoil you babygirl❞

✭ pairing : earth 42 miles morales x reader

✭ fandom : spiderman into the spiderverse

✭ summary : miles enjoys spoiling his girl with anything her heart desires, and whiles she may not always voice what she wants he can tell simply by her eyes. After all the eyes are the window to the soul right?

✭ authors note : don’t take offense to half the shit I said in this, I’m Black and half Asian on my grandfathers side. This is written in good fun if you can’t take a joke kindly fuck off :)

✭ spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist

The streets of Brooklyn buzzed with life as Miles swung effortlessly between the towering skyscrapers, and buildings. The city was his playground, his domain, and he couldn't have asked for a more thrilling existence.

But amidst the whirlwind of his double life as both a high school student and the enigmatic Prowler, there was one constant that grounded him, that gave him a reason to fight the good fight every day – you.

(Y/N) had been in his life for as long as he could remember, but it was only recently that they had taken their friendship to the next level. The two of you were inseparable, and Miles couldn't help but fall head over heels in love with you.

As the Prowler, he had the means to spoil you, and he did so with a actual genuine smile on his face. He didn't ask for much in return, only your radiant smile and the joy that being with you brought into his life.

One evening, Miles and you found yourselves on a quiet rooftop, away from the chaos of the city below. The night air was cool, and the stars twinkled above, as if they were celebrating your presence.

Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. "You know, I'd give you the moon if I could."

You chuckled, leaning into his warmth. "I'm happy with just you, Miles."

His uncle Aaron, who had become something of a mentor to Miles, had been watching from the shadows. He couldn't help but grin at the scene before him. He stepped out, causing both you and Miles to turn your heads in surprise.

"You treat that girl like she's your world, Miles," Aaron said with a teasing glint in his eye.

Miles laughed, his voice full of affection. "I got to, Uncle Aaron. Otherwise, some small-time punk's gonna come around thinking he can take what's mine."

Aaron chuckled, clapping Miles on the back. "You've got that right, nephew. But you know, it's good to see you happy."

Miles and Aaron shared a genuine laugh, the bond between them stronger than ever. The Prowler had a reputation to uphold, but he also had a heart that beat for the people he loved, especially for you, (Y/N).

As the night continued, you, Miles, and Miles uncle Aaron sat on that rooftop, sharing stories, laughter, and a love that could withstand even the most challenging of circumstances. In the heart of the city that never sleeps, this was a night to remember – a night that reminded Miles why he swung through the city, risking his life as the Prowler, because he had something worth fighting for, something worth protecting. And that something was you, his world.

It was another day, which meant another day of spoiling his girl. (Y/N) strolled through the bustling mall, her fingers interlaced with Miles'. The afternoon sun filtered through the large glass windows, casting a warm glow over the shoppers. Miles carried an array of designer shopping bags, each filled with luxurious items that he had picked out for her.

"You know you don't gotta buy me all these things, baby," (Y/N) said with a soft smile as she looked at the bags bearing the names Chanel and Balenciaga.

Miles grinned down at her, his eyes filled with affection. "I know, baby girl, but seeing your eyes light up when I get your pretty ass a gift just makes my day."

(Y/N) couldn't help but blush at his words. "That's so corny," she teased, though her heart swelled with warmth.

Miles chuckled, his deep voice resonating in the bustling mall. "Well, it's true, baby girl. Now, give a kiss."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully but leaned in and planted a sweet peck on his cheek. It was moments like these that made her realize how lucky she was to have Miles in her life.

“Naw baby girl, give daddy a real kiss.”

With a roll of your eyes again, you leaned forward and gave miles an another kiss on his check this time just inches away from his luscious plump lips.

Miles wasn’t having that though and pulled you forward once more by your throat, his grip firm but still gentle enough to not hurt you. Your lips met, and for a moment, the bustling mall around you faded into oblivion. It was just the two of you, lost in each other's affection.

As he pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eyes, he whispered, "Don't go rolling those eyes at me, babygirl, otherwise, I'll give you a reason to be rolling them."

You chuckled, the warmth of his kiss still lingering on your lips. "You're impossible, Miles Morales."

He grinned, his love for you written all over his face as he continued to carry your shopping bags. "And you love me for it."

Hand in hand, you both continued your leisurely stroll through the mall, knowing that your love was the most precious gift of all, and the fancy bags filled with designer items were just a sweet bonus.

“Hurry your pretty ass up I wanna take you to get your nails done, it’ll go pretty with your next gifts.”

Miles and (Y/N) entered the nail salon nestled within the mall, the serene atmosphere a welcome contrast to the bustling shopping floors. Miles guided her to one of the plush salon chairs, and she settled in, eyeing the array of nail polish colors displayed before her.

"Go crazy, baby girl," Miles urged with a playful grin. His eyes danced with anticipation.

(Y/N) bit her lip, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Don't you think you've spent enough today?" she asked, her gaze shifting to the designer bags still in his grasp.

Miles leaned in closer, his voice low and filled with affection. "For you? Never."

With that, he called over one of the salon workers, who approached them with a warm smile. Miles wasted no time. "Give her the whole spa treatment. I'm talking massages, a full set on both her nails and feet, and include that gel set you ling lings always be trying to sell your clients. Touch up the brows, and if she wants, wax her, too. I want her pampered and happy by the end of her session."

(Y/N) looked at Miles with wide eyes, a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Miles, stop it, that's too much and definitely rude," she protested, her cheeks flushing.

Miles waved her off, his eyes filled with adoration. "It’s true though! And nonsense, baby. You deserve it all. Now, enjoy yourself."

The salon worker nodded though offended at the long long comment they ain’t take it too personal, they’ve been called worse, and with one final nod they began to prepare for what promised to be a luxurious pampering session for (Y/N) or in their eyes the dark skinned fellow sugar baby. As she settled into the chair, her heart swelled with appreciation for Miles and the love he showered upon her. She couldn't help but smile as she realized just how lucky she was to have him in her life.

(Y/N) and Miles left the nail salon with her feeling like a queen after her pampering session. She couldn't stop admiring her perfectly manicured and xl full set of nails and her silky smooth skin. Miles had a way of making every moment special, and today was no exception.

As they strolled through the mall, they made their way to Footlocker, a store that always got Miles excited. He was a sneakerhead, and (Y/N) knew he couldn't resist the lure of fresh kicks.

Inside the store, the scent of new sneakers and the sight of rows upon rows of colorful shoeboxes greeted them. Miles was like a kid in a candy store, and (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"Baby, what are you feeling today?" Miles asked as they browsed the selection of sneakers.

(Y/N) considered the options and then spotted a pair of sleek white Nikes that caught her eye. "I think these would look great," she said, holding them up for Miles to see.

Miles nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across his face. "Good choice, baby girl. Let's grab those."

They each picked out a pair of matching Nikes, and then Miles, with his discerning eye for style, spotted a pair of limited edition Jordans on display. He knew he had to have them.

"Check these out," Miles said, beckoning (Y/N) over to admire the Jordans.

(Y/N) couldn't deny that they were impressive. "Those are fire," she admitted.

Miles decided without hesitation. "We're getting them."

After some time spent trying on shoes, making their selections, and chatting with the friendly staff, (Y/N) and Miles left Footlocker with matching Nikes and the limited edition Jordans in hand. The excitement of getting new kicks and the shared experience of picking them out together added to the bond they shared.

As they walked hand in hand through the mall once again, Miles couldn't help but glance at (Y/N) with a loving smile. Every moment spent with her was a cherished memory, and he was grateful for the happiness she brought into his life.

“Now onto your final surprise before I take your pretty ass to get some food.”

Miles and (Y/N) ventured further into the mall, their bags all held in the strong hands of miles morales. The next stop on their shopping adventure was Pandora, a store known for its elegant jewelry. Miles had a mischievous glint in his eye as he led her inside.

Once they were surrounded by displays of intricate bracelets and shimmering charms, Miles gently took (Y/N)'s hand. "How about a little something special from Pandora?" he suggested with a warm smile.

(Y/N) was both surprised and delighted by the idea. She nodded eagerly, her curiosity piqued. "Fine, let's see what they have. But I’m only agreeing because i know you’ll drag my ass in here anyways.”

Miles guided her to the charm bangle bracelets section. Each bracelet had a unique design, and the charms ranged from adorable animals to elegant gemstones. He handed her a bangle bracelet adorned with a star charm and said, "For our shared love of Star Wars."

(Y/N) grinned as she accepted the bracelet. "I love it."

Miles then picked out a few more charms, each with its own meaning and significance to their relationship. He selected a heart charm, a symbol of their love, a travel-themed charm for their shared adventures, and a pair of intertwined rings as a symbol of their commitment to one another.

With each addition, (Y/N) was touched by Miles' thoughtfulness. However, as he handed her the last charm, which looked strikingly like an engagement ring, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Miles, this one looks like an engagement ring," she commented, her voice laced with amusement.

Miles chuckled and winked at her. "Well, until we're a bit older, it's just a promise ring," he said, slipping it onto her finger. "One day, though."

(Y/N) blushed at his words, the promise of a future together warming her heart. She accepted the charm bracelet and the promise ring, feeling grateful for the love and dedication Miles poured into their relationship. As they left Pandora, hand in hand, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that their journey together was just beginning.

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vendetta-if · 6 months

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Someone disguises as MC to dig out information from the ROs *gasp* Can they figure it out before it's too late?

I’m just going to picture that the impersonator has doppelgänger ability like Cara’s or illusion one like Yvette’s, so they look almost or even indistinguishable from MC physically 🤔

I’d like to think, of course, that all of them once they actually get together with MC or know them good enough (namely Santana and Skylar), would be able to figure out that it’s not the real MC they’re talking to. But the speed of which they notice and find out would differ 😆

Ash

Might be the one who knows MC the best out of all the ROs, and thus, might be the first one to notice first hints of irregularities. But also at the same time, they would probably be the one who gives the fake MC the benefit of the doubt a bit.

They might ask the fake MC what’s wrong or whether they’re feeling okay. But with more weird behaviour, they will quickly become suspicious and wary, and then they will finally figure it out—could’ve been faster if not for their complete trust in MC, but they will figure it out just in time.

Rin

At the very first hint of weird behaviour or attitude from MC, no matter how minor, they’re immediately suspicious. They’ll then proceed to subtly test and talk with the fake MC about memories or things that only real MC would know, putting the fake one’s ass on the grill.

Would totally be the first one among the ROs to figure out because of this.

Santana

Probably would take them more time than Ash and Rin to start noticing something weird, especially when they’re tired, but once they do, they’ll immediately be suspicious and on guard just like Rin.

At first, if the inconsistency is minor enough, they might chalk it up to them or MC just simply being tired or running on low sleep. But if it happens again or a more major inconsistency happens, they would immediately become alert, but also wouldn’t let the potential fake MC know that they’re onto them.

They’d prod around subtly, trying to gauge the fake MC’s reactions to some things they know MC has strong feelings about. Or, if they want to be 100% sure, they’d probably try to activate their power on MC.

Would probably take a bit longer than Rin, but would be able to figure it out pretty quick (depending on how exhausted they are at the time). What kind of detective would they be if they failed 😭

Skylar

Probably would be the last to find out among the ROs, not because they’re not familiar with MC or anything, but they love to gush to MC everything about their day or something they find interesting 😭

Hence, the impostor can kinda go under the radar a bit just by listening to their stories and commenting on it every once in a while. But actually, depending on the type of person your MC is, that can be the impostor’s downfall as well.

And also, Skylar’s talkativeness might also end up revealing the impostor because imagine if the impostor didn’t have a pretty strong reaction to Yvette while the real MC hates her or something 🤔

I feel like that’s how they would end up figuring out the impostor. It is definitely slower than the others, but they would know. Once they become suspicious, they’d still act as if they don’t know, just all smiles and lulls the impostor into a false sense of security before cornering and confronting them later on.

#asks #anon ask #ro reactions #full cast ros #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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midnightexpressproductions · 9 months

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Demo (TBA)

Content warnings (This IF has situations and themes that might be distressing to others): mentions of death, depictions of bodily harm, body horror, gore, anxiety/panic attacks, stressful scenes, claustrophobia, violence, car crashes, amaxophobia, astraphobia, use of weapons (guns, knives, etc.), explicit language, and sexual content though this is optional.

Dark smoke curls all around you, the black ash clogging up your nose and choking your throat. The sound of sirens is muffled in your ears. The base of your skull feels like it's split in two, a sharp pain blooming on the back of your head. Your eyesight is blurry but you can just make out the body writhing around on the ground.

You're hurt and blood seeps out of your wounds. You should be dead. You shouldn't be able to move, but here you are struggling to breathe. The acrid air in your lungs burns. Your vision tinges red. You can't help but watch as the body across the street from you sits up, rotten eyes fixed on your own.

It's jaw unhinges as it lets out an unearthly scream. It's hungry– no not hungry, ravenous– filthy drool dripping down it's chin. In a flash it descends upon you.

Starving.

Yearning for something to eat.

Desperate.

Yearning for food.

Famished.

Yearning to tear your flesh apart.

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In your senior year of high school, you remain the sole survivor of a brutal car crash that kills your father. Grief stricken, your mother decides that it's time for a fresh start. You soon find yourself shipped away to the other side of the country in bustling New York City; a completely different world from your previous rural Louisiana town.

A fish out of water, you're content with staying in the comfort of your own bedroom, living out your life in complete solitude. However, fate has other plans and after four years of isolation, you are forced to leave your room and venture into the outside world.

You just had to pick the day when everything goes to shit, didn't you?

The dead have begun to rise, violent and angry and desperately ravenous for human flesh. Finding yourself separated from your mom, you team up with an unlikely group of survivors as you begin your journey across a ruined New York in hopes of safe haven.

Who knows what might happen when the dead wake?

Play as male, female or non binary; you have the chance to set your own pronouns.

Play as straight, gay, lesbian, bi/pansexual, demi/asexual or aromantic.

Customize your MC's personality and appearance.

Choose from five RO's (plus a sixth RO who you'll meet at the end of the game) to romance or befriend. Or betray.

Build up your stats.

Make alliances or enemies with rival gangs.

Steal a cop car.

Adopt some dogs.

Your choices matter. You and other characters from the main cast can die.

Javier Delgado | he/him | 23 | ISTJ-T | Puerto Rican American

Javier has short, dark brown hair that curls just slightly around the edges. His down turned eyes are light brown and speckled with green. His golden tawny skin is lightly smattered with freckles across his cheeks. Javier is 5'10" and he has a thin, lanky build which makes him seem much taller than he really is. A pair of plastic-rimmed, light green glasses sit on his hooked nose. He says that they're just for reading but in truth, his eyesight just really sucks. His thick eyebrows are almost constantly furrowed, causing people to think that he’s always upset. Javier favors more muted, earthy toned colors in what he wears. He's not particularly fashionable however, wearing whatever is clean and comfortable.

Carmen Bautista | she/her | 23 | ESFJ-A | Filipina/Brazilian American

Carmen has long, wavy hair that stops just below her shoulder blades. Her hair is dark brown turning into a blonde ombre the further down it goes. She normally keeps it pulled back into a low bun or a French braid. Her wide eyes are almond shaped and dark brown. Carmen’s olive skin is completely flawless. Her full lips seem to be set in a perpetual smile, showing off the deep set dimples on her cheeks. She is 5'9" and has a plump, hourglass figure. She can normally be found wearing jewelry. However, Carmen doesn't wear rings, saying that she prefers to keep her hands free of any obstructions. She does have her nails painted a bubblegum pink though. Carmen favors pastel colors and soft clothing that she can easily move around in.

Max Friedman | she/they | 22 | ISTP-A | Jewish American

Max has wildly curly, dark copper hair that reaches just below their ears which is choppy since they cut it themself. Their eyes are a pale stormy gray and droopy, giving them a sleepy appearance. However, paired with her thin lips that seem to be constantly set into a scowl, it only highlights Max's less than friendly demeanor. Max has pale skin with warm undertones. She's covered from head to toe in freckles. They have a small cut on the right side of their upper lip. Their nose is slightly crooked, having broken it from a skateboarding accident. She's the shortest out of the group (not including Gwen), standing at 5'2" and she has a lithe build though the baggy clothes she wears make it seem that Max is skinnier than she really is. They carry around a skateboard wherever they go.

Eun-Woo Park | he/him | 20 | ESTP-T | South Korean

Eun-Woo has short, pencil-straight black hair that's been styled into an undercut, his bangs left longer than the rest. Thick eyelashes rim his monolid eyes. The irises are a brown so dark that they're almost black. Eun-Woo's milk white skin is spotted with moles, the most notable being the two that sit underneath his left eye. His hands are covered with old calluses and jagged scars mar his knuckles. Eun-Woo stands at 5'7" and has a sinewy, toned build. His ears are double pierced and he has a helix piercing on his right ear. Eun-Woo's nails are painted black. He likes wearing black clothing however, he always wears a red SSG Landers cap along with a NY Yankees letterman jacket.

Derek Campbell | he/they | 24 | ISFP-A | African American/Caucasian

Derek has dark brown, shoulder length dreads. The ends are dyed a light honey brown though he's constantly changing the color. He normally keeps his dreads tied back in a loose ponytail or bun. Their full lips seem to always be set in a sweet smile. Their dark brown eyes are round and wide set, emphasizing their friendly demeanor. Light stubble softens their sharp jaw. Derek has light brown skin, having two scars on his face: one that runs down the corner of his left eyebrow and the other running across the bridge of his nose. He's the tallest of the whole group, standing at 6'5" and his chubby, thick-set build seems imposing at first. They're really just a big marshmallow though. Derek seems to favor more athletic wear, though they'll wear whatever feels comfortable to them. They like bright colors, especially pink and yellow.

Elijah/Elizabeth Watts | he/him or she/her | 26 | ENTJ-A | African American

Eli has dark umber skin with cool undertones. Jagged, old scars crisscross all over their body. They have a full sleeve tattoo of a snake surrounded by lotus flowers on their left arm. F!Eli has long, tightly coiled black hair which she normally keeps tied back into a low ponytail or a braided bun. M!Eli has short, tightly coiled black hair that's cut into a fade, his coils either left free or tied back into cornrows. Even if they're not upset, Eli's eyes seem to be constantly narrowed, the warm honey brown irises standing out against their dark skin. Their full lips hide a gap-toothed smile. Both M!Eli and F!Eli stand at 6'0". They have a toned, muscular build. They wear no makeup or jewelry, other than the dog tags that they keep hidden underneath their clothes.

Gwen Nguyen | she/her | 10 | Vietnamese American

Gwen has warm toned, honey skin and wide, black eyes. Her chubby cheeks are dusted red, only further highlighting her innocent appearance. However, the sneaky rude gestures and hidden eye rolls show that she's much more cheeky than she looks. Gwen likes to wear anything soft and pastel colored. She always has her favorite pink bear plushie with her. Gwen is also deaf, so she wears a pair of sparkly hearing aids. Other than using sign language, she also communicates with a small whiteboard that she keeps tucked away in a pastel yellow backpack.

Pa and Ma Hazel:

Pa is a 10 year old German shepherd and Ma Hazel is an 11 year old cocker spaniel. Pa is short coated and his fur is a dark sable color with his underside being a honey brown. His muzzle is also lightly streaked through with gray. Ma Hazel is medium coated and her fur is a brown roan. Her muzzle is also slightly graying and her nose is spotted. In lieu of collars, Pa wears a forest green bandana around his neck. Ma Hazel doesn't wear a collar at all.

#if wip #if game #interactive fiction #when the dead wake #upcoming if

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dragons-brandsif · 3 months

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Dragon's Brands

Dragon Riders linger on the cusp of war. For centuries, they have played the role of peace keeper. Ensuring the safety of the inhabitants of their world.

However, whispers are arising. Filtering through the back alleys and black markets, places of ill repute and debauchery. That something is stirring. Something ancient. And you, a new Dragon Rider, are somehow caught in the midst of it all.

Dragon’s Brands is an interactive fictional game that allows you to play as a Dragon Rider. Choose your dragon’s color, build, talents and personality. Romance one of the five gender selectable people available to you. Discover more of Lusedover, the magical world you have been dragged into. Build relationships with your squadron, or become the enemy within their ranks.

Create alliances with other species, or cast away the hands of friendship. Lusedover is beautiful, but it is a harsh world. Do you have what it takes to belong to it?

RO's:

Blake:

A fellow human, in another life, they might have been a confidant. But the human world repels Blake. When they made The Crossing, bonded with their dragon, they cast away their second name and their humanity.

Female Blake: She is devastatingly beautiful, so much so that even her attempts to mask it fall short. She wears her bright blond hair in a choppy cut at her shoulders, dark liner around her striking aquamarine eyes, and a scowl never fails to twist her full lips.

Male Blake: To his chagrin, the Rider is often described as feminine. Slender, he keeps his hair cut at the nape of his neck in a messy style. The black liner around his eyes is something he dares others to comment upon.

Elijah/Eliana:

An enemy of the Dragon Riders. Child of--------. Their skin is as pale as milk, stark against the ebony curls that fall to their waist. They are incredibly slim, almost to the point of emaciation. They are cautious and reserved, tall, with a hungry look in their eyes bordering on the verge of feral.

Eliana: There is little difference between Elijah and Eliana. They are focused on their task to the point of obsession, and despite their bland countenance, no slight goes unnoticed or forgiven. However, Eliana is far quicker to snap at provocation.

Samantha/Samuel:

Samantha: “Sammy”. Of average height and build, the typical “girl next door”. A spray of freckles across a snub nose, brown hair falling over light green eyes and a cheeky smile.

Samuel: “Sammy”. Only a little taller than his female counterpart, Samuel is just as laid back.

Any relationship with “Sammy” will be tender and romantic, if it were not for the slightest snag. Their girlfriend, Amelia Thorpe.

Theodore/Tatiana Graves:

Graves is sin incarnate. Full lips, thick black curls that fall to their shoulders and a killer smile. They are the tallest of the love interests, and the most muscular. They are smart, a more than capable fighter, and possess not one ounce of ambition.

Shipped off to the Rider's Academy, a place where escape is impossible, they spend their days training and their nights drowning in alcohol and weed. Daddy’s money and Daddy issues combine to create the mess that is Theodore/Tatiana Graves.

Content warnings: Dragon’s Brands is a game that will contain many triggering topics, including, but not limited to, drug use, alcohol abuse, sexual themes, foul language, etc.

#dark fantasy #dark romance #Interactive Fiction #Dragons #MC #18+

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villainousif · 1 year

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Villainous

This is Rated 16+, please be aware of this before continuing

This game will contain

Blood and violence, death, manipulation, child abuse, trauma, vulgar language and implicit sexual content, suggestive mature content

Fate can be great and bad. Born into a cruel and unfair world, life was never great nor did it get better, always bringing you into a downward spiral. Death was at your door, and it was time for judgement.

Yet judgement was never casted for you lived another day but how far can you run before it consumes you whole and kills you right where you stand? How long before you pay the ultimate price for your crimes? Your fate is sealed.

SYNOPSIS

Cursed is what you've heard since you were a small child abandoned in a cruel world. What could you do but survive hopeless? The world laughed at you and threw things at you, but you were saved by mother she showed you love. All you have to do now is listen to your mother; after all, She is the only one who can wash away your sins.

DEMO FEATURES

Play a cursed MC and future villain with uncontrollable powers and an uncontrollable craving for blood.

Customizable MC: name, gender (male, female, non-binary), appearance,

Manipulate and destroy those around you play the victim

Listen to mother

5 Potential Romance Options

Survive

DEMO TBA

Main Cast

King Derek (53)

- King Derek is not present in the lives of Amalia and Amir since he is preoccupied with Kingdom matters and battles.

Mother Cordelia (44)

- The woman who adopted you and nurtured you as her own is kind and compassionate, and she appears to be rather younger for her age.

Teacher Esmerelda (60)

- The twins’ teacher since childhood She is sweet and humble, yet she is strict and only does what she believes is proper and ideal.

More characters will be added as the story goes on + more information on them

ROs

Princess Amalia [ISFP] (23)

- A carefree and enthusiastic princess, a ray of sunshine

- Small in height with wavy long platinum blonde hair, bright ocean blue eyes, honey complexion, and a lithe figure with dimples

- Amalia, prince Amir’s twin sister, is reckless and full of energy. She enjoys crowded areas and doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She spends most of her time exploring or horseback riding. She is known for her breathtaking beauty and heavenly smile, as well as her unconditional loving attitude.

Prince Amir [INFJ] (23)

- A quiet and calm prince

- Wavy hip long platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes, honey complexion, and a tall, mesomorph figure

- Amir, the twin brother of Princess Amalia, is the polar opposite of his sister; he is more cautious and instinctive; he prefers peaceful places and spends much of his time reading or training; and he is known for his intelligence and serene attitude, always appearing to be perfect.

Commander Erica [ENTJ] (25)

- A commander who is open-minded, intuitive, and judgmental.

- Curled medium-length black hair, bright orange eyes, dark brown complexion, inverted triangle physique, with scars all over

- Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army Erica is a nice and laid-back person who enjoys the entertainment and has a sweet spot for cutesy things. She spends much of her time with her army or out touring; she is known for her raw strength, laid-back demeanor, and accomplishments.

Servant Caius [ESFP] (24)

- A charming and flirtatious servant

- Dark brown short curly hair tangled hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, athletic physique, medium height, and a beauty mark under his left eye

- An imperial palace servant Caius is a humorous and charming flirt who enjoys open places and people. He spends the most of his time working or chatting with strangers. He is known for his confidence and playboy tendencies.

Wizard Wren (20)

- A prideful and arrogant wizard

- Straight long dark red hair, mismatched green and purple eyes, ivory complexion, and a slim frame low in height with an eyepatch on the left eye.

- A wizard of the Empire Wren is direct and ruthless; they prefer tiny spaces and spend the most of their time casting spells or conducting magical matters; they are known for being powerful and arrogant.

#interactive fiction #interactive story #interactive novel #dashingdon #work in progess #choose your own adventure #other ifs #if recs #if wip

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romione-trope-fest · 1 month

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Never been privy to

Fic Title: Never been privy to

Author Name: reallybeth

Selected Trope: cockblocker Harry

Brief Summary: She’d been with Ron when it was just the two of them, of course, and she’d been around both Harry and Ron loads of times, but this would be different. Hermione was going to be able to see for herself how Ron was whenever it was just he and Harry, something she’d never been privy to before now.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: None

Thanks to JonRiptide for the beta!

oOo

Hermione ran her hand through her— or more accurately— Harry’s hair for the umpteenth time, eyes briefly lifting from the book in her lap to scan the common room. Letting out a small sigh, she tried to appear nonchalant while internally cursing Harry for talking her into this foolish idea in the first place. His suspicion of Draco Malfoy and his going ons that year had been more than a little concerning. Her friend was adamant that Malfoy was hiding something, and something very important at that. Harry was in too deep, too invested in the idea that the blonde was a death eater to see sense. Even so, Hermione hadn’t expected him to take it this far, and furthermore, she never thought she’d willingly be a part of one of his wild schemes.

“All you have to do is sit in the common room,” Harry said, his eyes pleading with her. “Talk a little if anyone approaches you, but otherwise just stick to reading or something.”

“Polyjuice potion, Harry? I still don’t understand why you need me to do this,” Hermione argued, frowning at him, “I don’t see the point.”

Harry sighed. “Malfoy disappears every night after dinner. I need to follow him to find out where he’s going. Later, if he suspects I was trailing him, I’ll have witnesses that can affirm I was hanging out in the common room. I’ll use the cloak, everything will be fine.” He shrugged as if this was all the explanation she needed.

“What about Ro-” Hermione stopped and swallowed before continuing. “What about Ron?” she asked, her voice low. “Why don’t you ask him to help you with this little plan of yours? I’m sure he’d be willing.”

“I would, but he’s always with Lavender,” Harry said. “Besides, he’s not the best at pretending….”

“That’s true,” she conceded, knowing full well Ron tended to express his emotions openly on his face and wouldn’t play the part of Harry very well. “Say I agreed to this?” she asked. “You know Ron and I aren’t currently on speaking terms. If he were to talk to me thinking I was you, he’d probably realize I wasn’t in a matter of seconds.”

Harry shook his head in the negative. “He has big plans with Lavender tonight, apparently. Ron, uh….” Harry had the decency to look sympathetic towards her as he continued. “He told me not to wait up.”

Hermione exhaled as she forced herself to ignore the insinuation of Ron and Lavender having ‘big plans’. “Well, that just makes it easier, then,” she said in a tight voice, trying to sound unconcerned and as if Ron’s absence would be all fine and dandy with her. “I’ll do it, but you owe me big time, Harry.”

A crashing sound pulled Hermione from her thoughts. Her head snapped up to see Neville Longbottom on his hands and knees in the middle of the common room floor, panic and embarrassment clear on his face as he scrambled to pick up about ten small ceramic pots he’d just dropped. Without thinking, she stood and walked over to him, stooping down to help gather the fallen items. Several had shattered in the tumble, and Hermione cast a quick reparo over those before grabbing them.

“Thanks, Harry,” Neville said in a grateful voice, his words reminding Hermione that she was currently in Harry’s body and needed to act as he would.

“No problem,” she replied. “Where were you taking these?”

“Just up to the room,” Neville said with a relieved sounding sigh. “Do you mind helping me?”

“Of course.” Despite assuring Harry she’d remain in the same spot until he got back, Hermione knew it would be terribly rude, and not to mention out of character, to deny Neville help. “Let’s go, then,” she said before standing up, arms full of little pots. A quick glance at the wall clock alerted Hermione that her polyjuice potion would be wearing off in less than half an hour. Nevertheless, she was certain she’d have plenty of time to assist Neville before having to return to her own dormitory to change.

“Oi, Nev! Potter! Want to join us for a game of exploding snap?” Seamus Finnegan called from the other side of the room. The table of Gryffindor boys watched them expectantly as they awaited an answer.

“Sure,” Neville replied, “Just have to take these up first.”

“Harry?” Dean, who was sitting across from Neville, questioned as he stared at Hermione.

“No thank you,” she replied, only realizing afterward that Harry’s answer would likely have been more casual or even playful somehow.

“Your loss, then,” Seamus shot back, already shuffling the deck of cards in his hands.

As she and Neville ascended to the boys’ dormitory and made it to their destination, Hermione was unexpectedly greeted by a familiar scent she hadn’t come across in what felt like months: the smell of Ron’s shampoo. Without a doubt, it was the same scent she had detected in the Amortentia potion on the first day of Potions class. Without thinking, she snuck a glance at the empty bed on the far end of the room she knew to be Ron’s. It was unmade; the covers pulled back, just beckoning her to climb inside the fabric to smell more of him.

“Where do you want me to put these?” she asked. Hermione was now very eager to set down her armload and get back downstairs and away from anything that reminded her of Ron.

Gesturing to the large open window, Neville led her, the cool night air rustling the gold and red Gryffindor curtains as the two started lining the pots up on the windowsill.

“Great,” she said once they were finished. “Do you need any-”

A previously closed door on her left swung open, and to Hermione’s horror, Ron strolled into the room wearing nothing but a faded brown towel around his hips, the rest of his freckled skin on full display. His hair was wet, and the intensity of the shampoo smell made it obvious he’d just stepped out of the shower. Hermione felt the blood rushing to her- to Harry’s cheeks and immediately set to arranging the already straight pots.

How was he here? She hadn’t seen him come in through the common room, and there was no way she would have missed him.

“Hey,” Ron said casually to the pair of them. The tone of his voice suggested that walking around half naked was a common theme in the boys’ dorm and not at all a big deal.

“I thought-” Harry’s voice came out squeaky and unfamiliar. Still not looking at Ron, Hermione coughed before continuing. “I thought you’d be with Lavender tonight?”

“Change of plans.” There was the sound of rustling clothes, and when Hermione dared peek at him again out of the corner of her eye, Ron was wearing a pair of red shorts. Instead of putting on a shirt and covering his freckled chest, however, he simply fell back on his bed, his hands folded under his head, blue eyes staring up at the canopy. “I made up an excuse to get away from her,” he admitted. “Went and got my broom from the quidditch changing rooms and flew through the window.”

“Thanks for helping me with the pots, Harry,” Neville said, already heading towards the door. “I’m going down to join that game.”

Hermione knew she ought to go with Neville. Right now, it was imperative she stay as far as possible from Ron. Yet, it felt as if her feet were weighted with lead, and she couldn’t follow even if she wanted to. After all, this was an opportunity she’d likely never have again. She’d been with Ron when it was just the two of them, of course, and she’d been around both Harry and Ron loads of times, but this would be different. Hermione was going to be able to see for herself how Ron was whenever it was just he and Harry, something she’d never been privy to before now.

“Why did you want to escape Lavender?” Hermione asked after the door closed behind Neville.

Ron’s gaze remained upward, his face in deep concentration as if he hadn’t even registered the words. “Listen,” he said after several long seconds of silence. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Uh…yeah, sure.” Hermione said, trying not to sound too eager. So far it seemed as if Ron didn’t suspect a thing. She was clearly doing a passable job pretending to be Harry, and she was determined to keep it that way.

“Lavender wants…” Ron trailed off before taking a deep breath and continuing, “She wants to have sex.”

The words took Hermione by surprise and she grabbed onto one of Ron’s bedposts to keep herself upright. “What?” she gasped.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Ron said, looking at her with a tinge of hurt mixed with embarrassment. “Unbeknownst to me,” he went on, “tonight was supposed to be the night. Lavender had everything planned out, and I didn’t realize how serious she was until-” He paused. “I mean…a part of me wanted to, ya know, but…well… I just couldn’t.” He shook his head. “Not with her, anyway.”

Not with her. Nails dug into palms as Hermione tried to hold back the barrage of questions she wanted to ask him. “What do you mean not with her?” she settled on, her heart hammering. “She’s your girlfriend.”

Ron gave her a quick side eye but looked up again as he continued. “This is going to sound barmy, but while we were snogging, I kept hearing my dad’s voice in my head, telling me it was a bad idea.” He grimaced. “I mean, it’s been ingrained in me since I was a preteen that I shouldn’t have ‘sexual relations’” he said with a roll of his eyes, “with anybody unless I am fully committed to being with them forever.”

“Forever? Why?” Hermione asked, openmouthed. She knew witches and wizards tended to skirt more on the old-fashioned side, but she was almost certain that pre-marital sex didn’t automatically mean marriage.

Ron shrugged. “I’m a Weasley. Contraceptive charms and potions may help lower the chances of getting someone pregnant, but they aren’t foolproof. Dad says he and mum got pregnant with three of us when they weren’t supposed to be able to.” He chuckled. “He refused to tell me which three though. Said mum would murder him if he told.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, her mind continuously looping over the part where Ron had implied he didn’t want to be with Lavender forever. “That makes sense.”

“Anyway, the thought of having a kid right now is…” Ron grimaced. “And having a kid with Lav?” He scoffed. “I mean, could you imagine? If I got her pregnant, I’d have to bloody marry her!” He shuddered as if the idea was a horrid one. “I definitely don’t want that. Then there’s also the fact that I would be a total asshole if I did shag her,” he added. “It would be wrong of me to use her like that, you know? I may be an insensitive git sometimes, but….”

There was a warmness in Hermione’s chest as a weight lifted. For the last several months, she’d been imagining a world where Ron stayed with Lavender indefinitely. In her heartbreak, she had envisioned a scenario where the two remained together for the rest of their time at Hogwarts, eventually marrying and living happily ever after, growing a family and growing old together while Hermione became a distant memory in Ron’s mind—someone he would barely remember from his school days.

“I mean,” Ron droned on, “It’s not like I even properly asked her to be my girlfriend. She just snogged me in the common room and I snogged her back. After that, she was calling me her boyfriend, and I didn’t know how to say that’s not what I wanted without offending her or something. This whole thing is bloody exhausting.”

Hermione’s mind was still reeling, and she merely hummed in acknowledgement. It had taken this conversation to find that her perception of the situation had been wholly wrong and now she wasn’t even sure what she was feeling. The two were silent for several long seconds and Hermione was about to take her leave when Ron spoke again.

“I still can’t believe Hermione really went to Slughorn’s Christmas party with McLaggen,” he said in a bitter voice. “How can she not see what a total dick that bloke is?”

“I think… I think she knows that now,” Hermione replied in a slow voice, noticing the twitch of Ron’s lips as she did so.

He sighed. “Okay, be honest. Do you think we’ll ever be friends again? Me and Hermione?”

Taken aback, Hermione blurted the first words that came to mind. “Maybe if she didn’t have to watch you snog her roommate all over the castle, then yeah.”

Ron laughed as if the words were ridiculous. “What, you think she’s jealous or something?” Hermione said nothing and the smile slid from Ron’s face as he sat up. “Wait, really?”

Knowing it was probably glaringly obvious to anyone with eyes that she was jealous of Ron’s relationship, Hermione resisted the urge to huff in frustration. She wondered what it would take to get it through that thick skull of his. “She invited you to Slughorn’s party first, didn’t she?”

“She didn’t invite me as her date, though,” Ron said as if he were perfectly sure of this. “She asked me because she felt sorry for me.” His face moved into a scowl. “It’s not like she’d planned on getting all dressed up and dancing with me like she did with Vicky. Or hell, even McLaggen for that matter.”

“Well maybe she did,” Hermione retorted, patience thinning.

Ron’s jaw clenched as he stared hard at his hands in his lap. “She didn’t mean it to be a proper date,” he repeated, though this time with less certainty. “She doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“What would you do if she did? Would you even do anything about it?”

Ron gave her an incredulous look before snorting. “She doesn’t.”

“But what if she did?”

He sighed. “Merlin,” he muttered. “If she did, which again, she doesn’t, then…I dunno? Maybe it would give me the courage to finally break up with Lav and-” he sighed again, “we could…talk about it.”

“Talk?” Hermione repeated. “What would you say?”

Ron shrugged. “I’d tell her the truth.”

“Which is?” Hermione pressed, desperate to get the answer.

He glared at her. “Merlin, mate, why are you so nosy today? You always stay out of things between me and Hermione. It’s like your number one self-care rule.”

Hermione opened her mouth to reply but froze as she felt a prickling sensation all over. Her expression must have revealed something was wrong because Ron looked at her, concerned.

“Harry? Mate, are you okay?”

A whimpering sound was all Hermione managed before the feeling got stronger. She could feel her body shrinking, could feel Harry’s clothes getting looser as it did so. Her hair grew longer, the texture going from black and messy to brown and fluffy, her curls in disarray as they settled around her shoulders.

Ron’s face drained of color, his eyes wide in mortification as he watched the shift. “What the- what the hell is going on?” he bellowed.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, tears unwittingly springing to her eyes. “I was doing Harry a favor,” she explained. “You were supposed to be with Lavender and we didn’t think-”

“But you just pretended to be Harry without fucking telling me it was really-” he sighed, closed his eyes and groaned.

“It was an opportunity to talk to you,” she admitted in a quiet voice, “I’ve really missed you, Ron.”

Ron opened his eyes and scanned her face in a way he hadn’t done so in what felt like a lifetime. His expression softened as he took a single step towards her, but his eyes widened when he glanced down at his bare chest, his face flushing red. “Let me just—uh—” he stammered, swiftly grabbing a shirt from a chest of drawers and pulling it over his head, much to her disappointment.

“So when you asked me to Slugho-”

“It was supposed to be a date, yeah,” she cut him off. “I…I like you, Ron.”

Ron’s mouth opened and closed several times, seemingly unsure how to respond. “Dammit,” he finally muttered, “I fucked everything up.”

“Now that both of us know how the other feels,” Hermione said hesitantly, “maybe it will be easier to go forward with,” she gestured between them, “whatever this is.”

There was so much regret in Ron’s gaze that it made her heart ache. “I’m breaking up with Lavender,” he said in a determined voice. “Tonight.”

Unable to help herself, Hermione leapt forward into his arms. The embrace was everything she’d been hoping for, Ron clinging to her just as tightly as she clung to him. When she lifted her head, he was staring down at her, his longing for her evident.

“Hermione?” he asked, his hand moving up to cup her cheek. “Can I-”

There was the sound of a door being slammed open, causing Hermione to jump away from Ron. She spun around to see Harry scurrying into the room, his cheeks pink and his hair windswept. “Hermione! Hell, I’m sorry I took so long! I-” he halted when he spotted Ron, his mouth dropping open in surprise. “Sorry, did I just-”

Hermione shook her head. “That’s alright, Harry.” She couldn’t even bring herself to look at Ron as she started making her way from the room. “Breakfast tomorrow?” she asked just before she reached the door, turning to face the boys.

“Just the three of us?” Harry looked bewildered, and Ron appeared as if he’d just been hit over the head, but the two were quick to nod in affirmative.

“Great.” Smiling, Hermione walked out, closing the door behind her.

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