Prompt: Blaspy (hp rp) - Blaise rescues Cas from some frat guys and reassures him of his worth (by stubborndelight12)
This one did not end up smutty, actually. No porn, but there is homophobia and swearing involved.
“Hey, it’s the flaming ponce! You gonna sing us a song, princess?”
Caspian gritted his teeth and kept walking, feeling his eyes stinging while his fists clenched at his sides. Why did the same moronic meathead frat boys have to play some stupid disk toss game in the field outside the main hall on campus every fucking Tuesday anyway? It wasn’t like he could change his fucking class schedule. They could easily just come by the place a little bit later in the afternoon and never run into Cas at all.
But no. Of course they kept showing up at the same time every Tuesday afternoon, and of course they always had comments. Or at least the main ‘leader’ of the group did. His friends laughed right along with him though. Sometimes they threw in their own little insults, too. It was only natural pack mentality, right?
This was why Cas had been so weary of the wolf pack initially. He had learned early on that packs were things to be avoided. They gave people an excuse to be jerks, to act like they never would alone, and often times they got violent. His shield charm had been perfected by the middle of third year for good reason. That should tell anyone all they needed to know about Caspian’s life.
“Come on, pretty boy. Sing us a song about how everybody’s special and we should be nice. You know you want to.”
That wasn’t even the lead guy. Lovely. The others were finally growing some balls, and not in the way of standing up to the brute of the bunch. Caspian felt his balled fists shaking and he bit so hard on his bottom lip that his mouth was flooded with the coppery taste of blood. Dammit. He’d need to get someone to heal that later so it didn’t scar up on him. Probably Sky. She was really good for healing wounds and not asking too many questions…
“It’s not nice to ignore people, cocksucker,” one of the guys grunted as he ran at Cas, taking the former Slytherin by surprise and tackling him to the ground where his head smacked, catching a rock near his hairline. It nicked the skin, of course, so it started to bleed, dripping toward a narrowed eye. “See what happened when you’re rude? You get hurt. Fucker.”
Caspian was so angry, but so sad all the same. Why wouldn’t these guys just leave him the fuck alone already? They were way bigger than him and his wand was somewhere stuffed in his satchel, possibly even snapped given the odd way this neanderthal of a jock had landed on him. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and scream at the moment, but he couldn’t He couldn’t even move thanks to the weight holding him down.
Just as he was about to demand to be let up, a deep commanding voice spoke above him. “Get off of him. Now,” it ordered, a snarl creeping into the dark tone and Cas shivered with desire and delight. Blaise. His Sir was there to protect him! He wasn’t alone anymore to face these demons! The guy seemed to want to press his luck at first, but one more growl from the dark-skinned male had the brute jumping up and running back to his friends.
Blaise wasn’t satisfied with that, though, so he shot a curse from the tip of his wand, hitting the whole group so that their teeth sprouted out like those of donkeys, ‘to match their ass-like attitudes’ he said with a smirk. Caspian easily took the offered hand and got up, relaxing into Blaise’s arms and letting out an easy sigh. He felt safe in that embrace, and now those idiot guys knew that he wasn’t just some easy target.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered, burying his nose in the other man’s neck and inhaling his spicy, masculine scent.
Blaise held him for a moment before pushing him away, holding Cas by the shoulders so he could look the boy up and down. “Caspian. Listen to me, please. Those guys do not get to say anything to you ever again. They don’t get to put those tears in your eyes or that rage in your heart. You are a beautiful, incredible man. You are talented and sarcastic and you can hold you own against the best- hell, you even put me in my place sometimes before you remember just who you belong to.” He winked, making the pale man laugh softly.
“The point here is, Caspian,” Blaise locked eyes with the older male who called him ‘Sir’ and kneeled for him every night. “I love and respect you. You need to respect yourself as well. Don’t let people like them bring you down. And that’s an order.”
The shiver that ran through Cas’s body spoke of what was to come. He was high with delight at being found so worthy, at being given such an order. No one before Blaise had ever bothered ordering him to be better to himself, to love himself, to stand up for himself… This man was just… He was perfect in so many ways. Yes, they both screwed up at times, but overall Caspian had never felt happier. He’d never had a Dom quite like Blaise, and he hoped more than anything that he’d never have another, either.
Tomorrow will be another day involving writing at work. Especially if it is slow like most Fridays are (at least in the mornings). There shall be Blaspy loving. And Skyco train happenings. And Draco will finally react to being punched in the face and having his finger broken. XD
