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draco & blaise: as ghostface

your breath catches in your throat as you find blaise slumped against a wall, his hand pressed to his stomach, blood staining his shirt.

"blaise!" you gasp, rushing to his side. panic seizes you as you drop to your knees, desperately trying to assess the wound. his eyes flutter open, pained but silent. "i need to get you out of here."

you manage to pull him to his feet, his arm draped heavily over your shoulder as you start to walk. he's heavier than you expected, every step feeling like an eternity.

suddenly, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoes behind you. you glance back, and your blood runs cold. a figure in a black cloak, the ghostface mask concealing their face, moves toward you with a terrifying calmness. the mask gleams in the dim light, the weapon in their hand glinting ominously.

your heart pounds as you try to walk faster, dragging blaise along with you. but he's too heavy, his weight pulling you down, slowing you to a crawl. the footsteps grow closer. "come on, blaise," you mutter, your voice trembling as fear claws at you. "we need to go!"

but before you can take another step, blaise's arm tightens around you, his grip becoming vice-like. your heart stops as you feel his hold tighten, keeping you rooted in place.

your breath hitches, confusion flashing in your eyes as he pulls you close, his grip unrelenting. you try to move, but he keeps you there, pinned to the spot, his lips curling into a soft smirk. "blaise, what are you-"

a soft laugh escapes blaise's lips, and before you can process it, ghostface is upon you. but instead of attacking, he reaches up, slowly peeling off the mask.

draco's face emerges, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "miss me?" he murmurs, his voice low and mocking.

your mind spins, struggling to grasp the impossible. "what the hell is going on?" you choke out, disbelief and anger fighting for control in your voice.

"it's simple," draco says, smirking. "a game to keep things interesting."

"you... you planned this?" you stammer, fear creeping in.

"of course." draco twirls the ghostface mask in his hand. "i needed to catch you off guard. this was the perfect way."

blaise's arm stays locked around you, his grip like iron. a low chuckle rumbles through his chest, sending chills down your back. "quite the performance, huh? i've always been a great actor," he says, his voice void of the tenderness you thought was there.

"you... you weren't really hurt, were you?" you whisper, anger flaring.

blaise grins, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "of course not. corn syrup, y/n. you've seen enough horror movies, you actually thought it was real?"

draco steps closer, his smirk cruel. "he's good at playing his part," draco says, his voice dripping with condescension as he watches you, satisfaction glinting in his eyes.

"you're twisted," you spit, struggling in blaise's arms. "how could you?"

blaise's laughter deepens, vibrating against your back as he pulls you tighter. "oh, don't be so surprised, y/n. this is who we are. don't you still like us like this?"

draco's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "she loves us," he says, his voice dripping with arrogance.

blaise's grip tightens even more. "of course she does," he replies smoothly, his tone sharp, mocking.

blaise shifts behind you, his arms sliding around your waist in a possessive embrace, locking you in place. his breath warms your neck, his lips brushing your ear as his grip becomes suffocating.

draco closes the space between you, his intense gaze never leaving yours. his smirk holds a dangerous mix of control and desire. "you love us, don't you, y/n?" draco's voice slices through the tension, a twisted mix of mockery and certainty.

you freeze, heart racing, unable to speak as blaise's arms tighten, pulling you closer, his chest against your back. "you love us," he murmurs in your ear, his tone more a threat than a question.

blaise's breath grazes your skin, making you shudder. "and guess what?" he whispers, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "we love you too."

draco's smirk softens slightly, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes at blaise's words. he moves closer, his expression more serious now. "that's why we're doing this," he says softly, though there's a dangerous edge to his voice. "we love you more than anyone else. more than you can understand."

blaise's grip tightens, his hold possessive, unbreakable. "we'd do anything for you," he says, his voice low and intense. "anything."

draco's gaze burns into yours, his eyes filled with obsessive devotion. "we'd kill for you. anyone who stands in our way," he says, his words a chilling blend of affection and threat.

blaise's lips brush against your neck again, his voice soft, almost hypnotic. "we've loved you for so long, y/n," he murmurs, his arms tightening around you. "and we won't let anyone or anything come between us."