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Sorry Bowser, But Your Fiancé Is In Another Castle

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Hello!!! Its been a while since I published anything, things in life have just been hectic like college and family, and I'm also working on some multichapter fics that I'm planning on publishing soon. But I wanted to write this for my birthday as my gift to all of you. Today I officially turn 20 years old and I wanted to give this fic to you guys as a thank you for this year.

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Whether you started following me for mario bros/bowuigi content or for another fandom entirely, I wanted to dedicate this birthday fic to all of you. (I’m so sorry if I didn’t mention you I couldn’t get you all in). If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have had this surge of creativity for the past year, I've got a few fics still in progress but after some time I hope ya'll will stick around for what I have in store. So that being said, even though its my birthday, this if a gift that I personally want to give from me to you. I hope ya'll like it and please stay safe xx.

Congratulations! If you have received this invitation, that means that you have been invited to the wedding of King Bowser and King Consort Luigi! The wedding will take place at the Darklands castle 11th of June at 12:00PM sharp. Wear your best formal attire, a gift for the happy new couple and a smile. Hope to see you there!

King Boo let out an inhuman screech as he ripped up the letter. One of his boos had been scavenging secretly across the lands, finding a scattered invitation to the royal wedding and rushing back to give it to their king.

The poltergeist was fuming! Not only did his former associate double cross him and partner up with the Mushroom Kingdom to defend the rest of the lands from the ghost’s terror, but King Bowser was marrying his arch nemesis of all people, Luigi!

It didn’t seem that long ago when Bowser was chasing after the poofy pink Princess Peach, going so far to steal the superstar in order to do so. If it weren’t for the arrival of those pesky colourful humans did things start going haywire. Ever since Bowser was defeated by the red plumber and his younger brother, the koopa couldn’t stop thinking about the latter. Whenever King Boo visited Bowser’s realm, he would drone on and on about that stupid green man. First, he complained about how a low-life prisoner managed to defeat him and stop the star-crossed love between him and his ‘Peaches’, then it turned into begrudging admiration for the human (“I never thought someone so small could pack such a punch,” he remembered Bowser saying), and then the sickening realisation of Bowser realising his feelings for the green plumber had King Boo about to lose his final straw.

He was going to make Bowser realise how pathetic that human was and make him go back to his scheming ways! And so, he devised a plan, he was going to lead Luigi hear with the false pretence of him winning a mansion, trap his brother in a painting to lure Luigi to his doom, have his minions scare the living daylights out of him and trap him as well! Once that would happen, he was going to show Bowser the painting, make him realise how pathetic the human was and the two would return to world domination! (He had even arranged for a large model of the koopa king to frighten the little plumber).

However, his plans were foiled by a pesky little scientist, going by the name of Doctor E. Gadd. Apparently, he saved Luigi with the help of some type of vacuum that was able to suck up his boos and ghosts, leading to the two humans partnering up and the plumber taking down the ghostly king himself.

King Boo had never been so humiliated in all his life! And worst of all, after he managed to escape, it only caused Bowser to fawn over the human even more. Soon, Bowser would ease up on his plans to take over the Mushroom Kingdom and woo Princess Peach, instead, focusing on creating a steady friendship with the little green man. Of course, it didn’t go so well at first – the first meeting was Bowser imprisoning Luigi over lava after all – but over time, they started meeting in secret, going to meadows that the plumber had found due to his love of gardening, Luigi sending little treats to the koopa king, spending time with Bowser Jr and the koopalings, even going as far to pretending to be ‘kidnapped’ by Bowser so that he would be able to derail Mario from finding out about the two.

Eventually, King Boo tried his mansion plan again, twice actually! The first time was during the Dark Moon eclipse, forcing the ghosts E. Gadd had befriended to do King Boo’s bidding, the other was when he had joined forces with Helen Gravely and her haunted hotel. Yet again though, Luigi managed to foil both plans, each one of them ending up with King Boo captured.

When King Boo managed to escape again, he expected Bowser to at least be nonchalant about his intentions with capturing Luigi. However, when he arrived at the Darklands and saw Luigi there with the koopa king, all the poltergeist could see was red at this pesky plumber. He was going to attack the human and finish him once and for all, until he was met face first with a scaly fist and plummeted against one of Bowser’s stone statues of himself. When he gathered himself, he saw that the large koopa was on all fours, fangs bared and growling with smoke coming out of his nostrils and a protective arm around Luigi – who was trembling on the ground while clutching the king’s arm in fright.

King Boo had seen Bowser angry plenty of times before, but this, this was something he had never seen before. It was almost primal, animalistic and was never this reactive when it came to Peach. With a snarl, Bowser only said two words so quietly yet held nothing but danger. “Get out.”

That was all King Boo needed to hear to immediately flee the scene. Eventually, he learnt that during his imprisonment in E. Gadd’s lab, Bowser had been working on forming an alliance with the Mushroom Kingdom, going so far as to signing a peace treaty. Both he and Luigi had even revealed their relationship to the Princess and Mario, though while sceptical, were still accepting to the two as a couple.

And now here he was, with a ripped-up letter and a wedding on the horizon. How could Bowser do this to him?! He was King Bowser, lord of all things evil and set anyone ablaze if they ever tried to tell him what to do! And he was King Boo, the tyrannical ghost king ready to frighten the literal life out of anyone! Together, they could’ve taken over the remaining puny kingdoms and strike terror into anyone who opposed them. Now, Bowser was kissing the boots of a stupid plumber and about to marry him as well! This would not do at all.

“Ready my airships!” he screamed at one of his subjects, jumping at the sudden noise, “I want my armies to be ready by the date of the royal wedding!”

“But sire,” the smaller boo spoke up quietly, “You ripped up the letter, it had the date on it.”

“Does that look like my problem?!” he seethed at the minion, who quickly shook his head, “Then go find it out for yourself, and don’t come back until my armies and ships are ready to leave!”

“Yes, my king,” the boo bowed and fazed through one of the walls.

King Boo grumbled under his breath, an evil sneer creeping onto his face. If Bowser wanted to pretend to be the good guy, fine, he’ll treat him like the good guy alright. And he had just the plan to do so.

“Are you feeling okay Babbo?” Junior asked, letting out a small purr as he uncurled himself from Luigi’s lap to look at his soon-to-be stepdad.

“Huh?” Luigi broke out of his trance, meeting Junior’s worried look, “Oh, I’m fine baby, just pre-wedding nerves.”

“Don’t worry, Papa loves you so much to the point its grossing everyone out!” The smallest koopaling buried his face into Luigi’s neck, “Trust me, nothing is gonna stop him from marrying you today! He’d even marry you while dressed like that!”

“Junior, I’m not even ready yet,” Luigi chuckled. The human was wearing a fluffy baby blue robe as he waited for Peach, Daisy, Rosalina and his brother to get back with make-up, his wedding dress and food, to make sure he had something to eat before the banquet later.

“Exactly!” Junior chortled, “Papa was never this way with Peach, he looks at you like you’re a million superstars! Everything will be fine Dad, I promise!”

“Aw, thanks ragazzino,” Luigi cooed, hugging his stepson tightly before Luigi’s bedroom door opened and in came Mario, Polterpup and the princesses, “Junior here was making sure that I wasn’t feeling nervous before the wedding.”

“Aw, buddy!” Mario grinned and ruffled his nephew’s hair, who giggled at his uncle’s antics.

“Junior, could you go check on your father please?” Peach suggested, “I have the feeling he might also need one of your pep talks, you’ll also need to get ready as well. Take Polterpup as well, Kamek told me that he wanted to practice walking down the aisle with the rings one last time.”

“Okay Aunt Peach, come on Polterpup,” Junior jumped off Luigi’s lap and make his way out with the pooch by his side, shutting the door behind him.

Mario turned to his younger brother, “You doing okay Lu?”

“Yeah,” Luigi nodded, “Just a little nervous, you know?”

“Do you think you’re able to eat something?” Mario asked.

“Yeah, I think I’m able to,” Luigi gave his big brother a small smile.

“I hope so,” Daisy spoke up, “Cause your mom just gave us a buttload of pizza and man does it smell good!”

As soon as she placed the bags down, Luigi caught a whiff of the familiar homemade smell of his mother’s pizza and his stomach began to growl.

“Your mother is very kind Luigi,” Rosalina said, taking a slice for herself, “Though, I will admit, she did seem quite perplexed when Daisy and I had to correct her when she assumed we were…” her hand covered her mouth as she tried to hold back a laugh, “friends.”

“Oh no!” Luigi started to laugh as well as Peach, Daisy and Mario, clutching their stomachs at the thought of his poor mother’s confused face, “Poor ma!”

“I know!” Daisy cackled, “And the moment she realised she started apologizing for assuming and I was trying so hard not to burst, the poor woman!”

“Now, now Daisy darling,” Rosalina put her hand on her partner’s shoulder, “This is not the time to lose our composure over a silly mistake.”

Daisy let out another breathy giggle and placed her hand over Rosalina’s, “You’re right Rosa, though you have to admit, I was doing a much better job at controlling myself than you.”

The tall blonde raised an eyebrow at the shorter brunette, “Oh is that so?”

“Uh, yeah!” Daisy smirked, placing her hands on her hips, “You couldn’t stop trembling from trying to keep yourself together until you let out the loudest snort I ever heard!”

Rosalina rolled her eyes fondly, tucking a lock of Daisy’s hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. “If that’s what makes you feel better, beloved,” she nuzzled her nose against her girlfriend’s, secretly relishing the way her cheeks flamed.

Daisy pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, “That’s cheating.”

“Alright lovebirds,” Peach made her way over to the other two princesses, “How about we focus on our groom here and making sure he’s prepared for his wedding.”

Daisy lit up at that, “Hell yeah!”

“I agree, we should keep our priorities in order,” Rosalina nodded.

Mario gripped his younger brother’s shoulders, “What do you say Lu? Food first then the make-up and dress?”

“Yeah,” Luigi leaned into Mario’s touch, “That sounds great.”

“Alright!” Peach cheered, “Strap yourselves in ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna make a magical wedding!”

Everyone seemed to light up at Peach’s words. Once they pizzas were devoured, Mario had gone behind a divider to put on his tuxedo while the princesses focused on Luigi’s make-up, each of them having a turn before letting the other take over so they could put their own make-up on. It was a simple look they went for, white eyeshadow that held a little bit of sparkle, a soft pink blush and a peach coloured and flavoured lip gloss (it had belonged to the princess of that same name).

Once Mario was changed, the girls went behind the divider to change into their bridesmaids’ dresses while the older brother assisted Luigi with his gown.

The princesses emerged a while later wearing similar yet different dresses. Each dress had the same glittering tulle fabric, sweetheart neckline and full-length pleated skirt, the only different being the colours and sleeves. They all had the princesses’ respective royal colours, pink, yellow and blue, while Peach had short puff sleeves, Rosalina had off -the-shoulder ones that ended at the start of her wrists and Daisy wore no sleeves at all.

The girls gasped when they saw Luigi in his white wedding dress for the first time. It had a sheer blouse with little buttons leading from the collar to the bodice on top, which had a straight neckline and was embroidered with glittering vines, starting from the top of the neckline and ending at the top of a puffy, shimmering ballgown skirt. It was all topped off with a silver, sparkly tiara rested on the top of his head.

“Oh Luigi!” Peach brought her hands to her mouth, holding back tears, “You look-”

“-You look smoking baby!” Daisy grinned, bumping her hips against his as Luigi smiled bashfully.

“I agree with Daisy,” Rosalina nodded, taking her girlfriend’s hand into her own, “You look wonderful Luigi.”

Luigi rubbed his hands nervously, “Thank you everyone,” Luigi sniffed, Mario gently wiped the tear away so it wouldn’t ruin his make-up. Luigi let out a heavy sigh, “I think my nerves are acting up again.”

“Everything is gonna be fine Lu,” Mario reassured him, wrapping an arm around his younger brother and rubbed his back, “The moment Bowser sees you, he’s probably propose a thousand more times!”

That made Luigi laugh a little bit, some of his tension starting to relieve.

“Your brother is right Luigi,” Rosalina took a step towards him, “I’ve seen how Bowser looks at you and trust me when I say that I know how he feels about you since…I feel the same way with someone else.” Rosalina turned her head towards her girlfriend, Daisy squeezing the blonde’s hand as her smile widened.

“Also,” Peach started, “The big fella hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you ever since the two of you met, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and I’m dying to see the look on his face when he sees you in that dress.”

“Hey, maybe I should wear a dress when we get married?” Mario suggested.

Peach squealed at her fiancé, “Yes! You would look so adorable in a dress! We would match and-!”

“-Okay heteroes, slow down,” Daisy interjected, shaking her head fondly at the pink princess and her plumber, “This day isn’t about you, let’s put our focus back on our groom here.”

“Well, what about you Daisy,” Luigi smirked at his friend, “You and Rosalina have been together for quite a while, when are you two getting hitched?”

Daisy spluttered and gasped while Rosalina’s face went as red as a tomato and hide her face in her hands at Luigi’s cheeky question. “H-hey! We haven’t- well we have talked but- It’s none of your business Luigi!” Daisy pouted, stomping over to her girlfriend, and burying her head in the blonde’s chest as Rosalina wrapped her arms around the shorter princess and hid her face in Daisy’s brown hair.

Peach and Mario absolutely lost it at what Luigi said, the latter slapping his knee as he and Peach howled with laughter. “Dang bro!” Mario wiped a tear from his eye, “You really have been spending quite some time with Bowser, haven’t you?!”

Luigi smiled softly, his mind drifting to the koopa, “Yeah…and today marks the start of a new life with him.”

Mario took his brother’s hand, “It’s almost time to go out soon, you ready?”

“Yeah,” Luigi nodded, “I really am.”

Peach wrapped her arms around her soon to be brother-in-law, “We’re so happy for you Luigi. And if you’re still feeling nervous, something tells me that Bowser also just as nervous as you are.”

“What? No way,” Luigi retorted with a snort, “I’ll bet you that Bowser isn’t freaking out right now.”

“I am totally freaking out right now!” Bowser hissed through clenched teeth. The wedding was taking place at the top of the volcano inhabiting Bowser’s floating castle. The seats were flooded with members of each kingdom – including his own subjects, the Mushroom Kingdom’s, Sarasaland’s, the Luma’s, the Jungle Kingdom, The Penguin Kingdom and Luigi’s family as well (Luigi’s mother, while sweet, still scared the life out of Bowser).

The king of the koopa’s was praying to whatever god was out there that he wasn’t sweating through his three-piece-suit. He wore a black blazer and trousers with accents on the cuffs of both that were shaped and coloured like fire. Underneath the blazer was a red blouse and covering his feet were a pair of shiny coal boots. His hair was swooped to the side and had decorated his eyes with eyeliner to make them pop out more. Now he really hoped he wasn’t sweating right now as he thought about that make-up.

“You’re gonna be fine Papa,” Junior piped up, his little ‘best man’ standing by his side, “Babbo was worrying about the same thing earlier, he wants to marry you as much as you want to marry him.”

“But he’s not here yet!” He whispered to his son, “Why’s he not here yet? Is he hurt? Did he change his mind and realise that I’m not good enough for him?!”

“If I may sire?” Kamek said, standing next to his surrogate son to officiate the wedding, “The reason he’s not here yet is because its not time for him to walk down the aisle, we still have five minutes before the ceremony starts. Also, that young man is one of the sweetest humans that I have ever met in my entire life, his dedication to the love that you to share is the strongest that I’ve ever seen. I find it impossible that he has changed his mind about his decision to marry you.”

Bowser sighed, “You’re right Kamek, you’re right. I know Luigi would never do that. Its just…I love him so much; I don’t ever want to lose him or have anything happen to him.”

Kamek smiled, “I’m aware sire and I think what you two have is wonderful. Now straighten your back, wipe that sweat off your brow and pull yourself together.”

“I can’t help that I’m sweating!” Bowser retorted, wiping the back of his head against his forehead, “Why is it so damn hot!”

“Dad, we literally live inside a volcano, of course its hot,” Junior deadpanned, “Also, you’ve been in heat hotter than this and literally never said a word!”

Bowser’s eyes widened, “Oh.”

It was when the strings from the wedding band’s instruments began to pluck did Bowser take Kamek’s advice, fixing himself up as he looked towards the doors that Luigi would be walking out of soon. The subjects from each kingdom and Luigi’s family turned as to the doors as well (Luigi’s niece had also began recording everything on their phone). The princesses walked out first in a triangle formation, making their way to the end of the aisle as they stood to the side where Luigi would be soon. Peach nodded respectfully to Bowser, the latter nodding back knowing that the pink princess was happy that this wedding would have her or anyone else be forced into marrying the koopa king. Then it was Polterpup’s turn, the ghostly dog prancing down with a red bow around his neck as he carried a pillow with the rings to the end of the aisle.

Once she made her way to her spot, the strings of the band softened. Bowser’s stomach churned, looking to the ground as he shuffled his feet nervously. It was only when he heard gasps from the crowd, did he finally look up. His jaw dropped. With his arm linked with his older brother’s to give him away, Luigi started walking down the aisle. He was so beautiful, to the way his eyes sparkled with the skirt of his dress, his blush blossoming against his cheeks and the smile he gave Bowser as he got closer and closer to him.

All of Bowser’s doubts went away as he returned the smile to his soon-to-be-husband. Everything was going to be fine; he was going to get married to the most amazing man he ever met and be the happiest he had ever been in his life.

He held his hands out to Luigi, who shared one more look with his older brother. Mario nodded, taking Luigi’s small hands into Bowser’s as he went over to join Peach. Bowser tightened his grip on his fiancé’s hands ever so gently as Luigi’s smile turned watery, joy talking over the tiny human. It seemed to be infecting Bowser as well, for the same look started to appear on his face as well.

It was perfect.

Kamek cleared his throat, “Dearly belove-haackkkk!!!!!”

Everyone gasped as a rock collided to the magikoopa’s back, sending him to the ground unconscious. Bowser wanted to go check on him, but the roaring of an airship had him whipping his head round to find the culprit who did this. A growl left his throat as he found out who’s airship this was once he saw the emblem on the front.

“King Boo,” Luigi whimpered.

Bowser could feel his fiancé trembling, stepping in front of him to protect him from the boos and ghosts starting to pour out of the ship and spooking some of the guests in their seats. Polterpup growled at the invaders who had frightened his master plenty of times before.

A wicked cackle echoed throughout the air, making everyone jump as King Boo appeared in front of Bowser and Luigi. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the happy couple!” he grinned maliciously, “I sure hope I didn’t ruin anything!”

“You weren’t wanted here Boo!” Bowser snarled at the poltergeist, “Leave while you can before you find out if you’re able to die twice!”

King Boo let out a fake, melodramatic gasp, placing his hand to his mouth as though he were offended, “Now Bowser, is that really any way to greet an old friend? I’m simply here to offer my congratulations, or rather, my condolences. After all, since your ‘Peaches’ was already snatched up by Mario over here, you’d have to go for leftovers instead.”

The disrespectful words that King Boo had for Bowser’s soon-to-be-husband was enough to infuriate Bowser. He swiped his claws at the ghost, sending King Boo back a few feet before crouching onto all fours in front of his fiancé in a protective stance, breath heaving with soft but threatening growls and a dangerous glint in his eyes and King Boo dared to come closer. “If you say one more word about my fiancé, I will make you regret every single time you’ve lured him to your mansions!”

“My, my!” King Boo drawled, a smirk on satisfaction creeping onto his pale – lack of – complexion, “Aren’t we defensive today?! I was merely stating the truth!”

“Then its clear that you have no idea what the truth is actually!” Bowser spat at him, “I love Luigi more than you can even comprehend, because of him I was able to be inspired to become better koopa and leader! Something that no one can say about you!”

King Boo grit his teeth and growled at that latest remark, when he saw that a few of his own subjects were giggling at Bowser’s words he sent them a cold glare, reminding them of their place. “At least I haven’t become soft enough to not expect an attack,” he turned to his boos, “GET THEM!”

In a flash, the boo’s and the koopa were immediately at each other’s throats. The toads were trying to lead the guests and Junior back into the castle to avoid them getting hurt, Rosalina had pulled out her hidden wand from her sleeve and casting spells to avoid the boo’s attacks, Daisy wasn’t hesitating to punch and kick as hard as she could and had some colourful language each time a boo tried to land a hit on her before she retaliated – if the boo’s didn’t know not to mess with her before then they did now -, Mario and Peach were working together, each of them using and ice and fire flower respectively to try and form a wall of heat and cold to guard Luigi from King Boo. As for the couple, Bowser remained on all fours, blasting fire from his throat every time King Boo tried to take even an inch towards Luigi.

Luigi’s eyes darted around the place in panic, from his fiancé to his brother, to the princesses and King Boo as well. Polterpup was beside him as a source of comfort to prevent him from further spiralling. Is this why E. Gadd hadn’t shown up to the wedding? After all the old scientist expressed nothing but joy at his surrogate son getting married, did King Boo do something to make sure he didn’t intervene with his plans?! If only he had his Poltergust with him, instead of standing around doing nothing. He did want to help but his dress would prevent him from landing any attacks and he had the feeling that everyone was a bit more protective over him due to the sudden turn of events.

When things seemed like it couldn’t get any worse, the boom of a canon made Luigi’s blood run cold. Along the side of King Boo’s ship were cannons firing towards the alter, hitting close to everyone and sending them flying a few feet and landing on their sides.

Luigi got up from his spot after getting hit, the bottom hem of his skirt singed, his ears were ringing and his head was pounding. Looking up and seeing that Bowser was on the ground and good length away from him, the koopa king was trying to get up but put too much weight on an injured arm and collapsed to the ground again.

Forgetting the screaming headache, Luigi tried to rush to Bowser, but was snatched up by two boos. He felt himself being lifted from the ground, letting out a panicked cry as he was led away to King Boo’s ship.

The poltergeist grinned maliciously; everything was going according to plan. With a whistle, the rest of his boos stopped attacking and trailed back onto the ship.

After standing up and regaining his bearing, Bowser’s immediate instinct was to look for Luigi. His eyes widened when he couldn’t see his fiancé anywhere, only for his heart to plummet to the pit of his stomach when he finally saw Luigi being hauled away onto the ship.

“BOWSER!” Luigi cried out for him.

Injured arm be damned, Bowser was on all fours again, trying to chase after the ship and boos, “LUIGI!”

But it was too late, Luigi was gone and in King Boo’s grasp.

Everyone else was starting to come to, Mario rubbing his chest where he got hit before rushing to Peach and helping her to her feet. Rosalina had sat up from where she was sitting, cradling a barely lucid Daisy in her lap as the brunette tried to keep her eyes open. Even Kamek, who had remained from where he was hit, was finally waking up.

“Why does this always happen to me at weddings?” the magikoopa grumbled. However, his ceased with his mumbling when he saw his son pacing around on all fours, limping on his front left arm. “Bowser! What happened?! Here now let me see that arm!”

When Kamek when to touch his arm, the king whirled round and snarled at the new unknown threat, only to whimper with guilt when he saw that it was only his father figure trying to help. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not in the right headspace at the moment,” Kamek soothed the panicked koopa, “Just let me heal that arm of yours before it gets any worse. While I do that could somebody please tell me what on earth happened here!”

“It was King Boo,” Rosalina spoke up, still cradling Daisy in her arms as she stood up, “It seems as though he decided to invite himself last minute and left quite a…mess, to say the least.” The space princess grimaced as she looked around at the exploded seats, splattered wedding cake and singes in the walls as well.

“Wait a minute,” Mario looked around, realisation seeping in, “Did he take Luigi?!”

“I should’ve stopped him,” Bowser murmured as Kamek finished his healing spell, “I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Now that is just nonsense!” Kamek spluttered, “King Boo is nothing but an unhappy overgrown marshmallow who thrives upon the misery of others who earn their happiness through kindness and courage. None of this is your fault.”

“You don’t understand,” Bowser shook his head, “When I proposed to Luigi I made a promise to him, his family and Mario that no matter what I would always protect him and love him as selflessly as possible, and I failed him before we could even exchange vows,” he turned to Mario, “I’m so sorry I broke my promise.”

“Hey!” Mario frowned, “I might not have understood you and Luigi at first, but the more I saw you too together, the more I realised who you truly are underneath that shell of yours. Luigi might not have changed you, but he did inspire you to become the version of yourself that you wanted to be. You loving Luigi made me see just how far you’ve come, Kamek’s right, its not your fault that King Boo is a selfish prick!”

“Mario!” Peach gasped.

Mario chuckled before turning back to the koopa, “You promised to keep Luigi safe and to love him selflessly, not for King Boo to kidnap him. If you really wanna keep your promise, we’re gonna get our shit together, storm King Boo’s castle and get my brother back!”

“Now that is something I can definitely agree on,” Kamek smiled, who had used his healing spell on everyone and was moving onto Daisy. The second he waved his wand, Daisy jumped out of her girlfriend’s arms, picked up a dropped sword from the ground and raised it above her head.

“LET’S KICK SOME BLOODY BOO ARSE” She screeched.

“Daisy,” Rosalina shook her head fondly at the brunette.

Bowser smiled softly, he took in his new family, the family he would be marrying into. He never thought he could be this happy, or that he was allowed to be this happy. But ever since meeting Luigi, he found himself confronting the worst parts of himself that he had avoiding for so long, denying that he was in the wrong. But the more he learned about the brothers’ adventures, about the evils that were worse than him, including Luigi’s trips to King Boo’s mansions, he knew that he wanted to be better than that. It took a lot of trial and error, but it was worth. He became a better ruler, a kinder soul, a gentle lover. All of that was thanks to Luigi.

Bowser finally stood to his full height, rolling his shoulders back and letting a few bones crack. “Let’s make King Boo pay.”

Everyone grinned at one another, plans already formulating in their heads on how to get Luigi back. “We can’t just waltz right in there with nothing, especially without a change of clothes,” she glanced down at her ruined dress, pouting at the state.

“We’ll also need someone who’s dealt with boos before,” Mario agreed.

“Then its decided,” Kamek spoke up, “After a change of clothes, we’ll head straight to E. Gadd and get his help. If King Boo has done something to him, we’ll have to act fast.”

Luigi sighed as he tried to unlock the door again. Once they arrived at King Boo’s castle, the mad ruler shoved him into an empty bedroom and locked the door behind him. He had to admit, the room was hauntingly beautiful, from the grey and black walls to the luxurious queen-sized canopy bed to the sparkling chandelier, it was a sceptical to look at. The cons however were the locked door and the lack of windows, reminding Luigi that he was still a prisoner.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, only that it was after the hundredth time of trying to unlock the door did, he give his tired hands a break. He kicked off his heels and collapsed onto the bed, he just wanted to go home. He wanted to hear his brother’s awful jokes, his family nagging at his to eat, to have tea with the princesses, play video games with Junior and snuggle up in Bowser’s arms as the koopa played the piano for him. Why was King Boo always trying to ruin things for him?! Could he not have one day where the ghostly king would leave him be?

Suddenly, a boo was floating through the wall, making Luigi let out a strangled gasp as he backed up on the bed, pressing his bed against the pillows. “Now, now dear boy there’s no need to panic,” the boo reassured him, “My name is Bingley, I’m only here to help with your fitting.”

“My what?”

“Your fitting, by King Boo’s orders,” Bingley informed him.

Luigi shook his head in disbelief, “Wait, wait, wait, why would King Boo-?”

“Please young sir, the master is already upset and anymore delays would only increase his anger,” Bingley pleaded with him and was over to Luigi in an instant, pulling him off the bed and in front of a mirror. In a flash, the boo had managed to pull out a roll of measuring tape, measure out each length of Luigi’s limbs and floated out the room again. Luigi only had a moment to pull himself together before Bingley floated back into the room with a black gown in his arms. “For you good sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to continue with preparations, I’ll leave you to get changed.”

“Wait I-!” Luigi called out, but to no avail, the boo was gone again. With a sigh, he held up the gown. It seemed nice enough, plus he was in enemy territory so refusing the garment could make things worse.

He carefully stripped off his white dress, laying it gently on the bed before pulling on the black one. Once he was complete, he looked at himself in the mirror. The new dress he wore consisted of a tight-laced over-bust corset with a poofy bertha across his collarbones and shoulders, lace bell sleeves that drooped over his wrists, a ruffled high-low skirt that trailed at the back and exposed his legs, lacey black tights that hugged his curved thighs generously and a pair of black heels were left by the side of his bed for him to complete his look.

Luigi flushed at the new look, while he loved wearing dresses and gowns along with his regular shirts and slacks, this was a style that he had never thought about trying before so he certainly wasn’t used to how this new outfit looked on him. It was nice but it left him blushing at the thought of walking out of this room wearing it.

Just as he was slipping on his heels, Bingley floated through the walls again, marvelling his work, “Oh marvellous, you look simply marvellous! I must say this is my best work yet. Now all we need is the veil and the look will be complete.”

“Veil!” Luigi spluttered, “Why do I need a veil?!”

“Isn’t it obvious Luigi,” The mocking voice of King Boo made Luigi freeze in his spot as he slowly turned to face the monarch, “We’re gonna get married!”

“…WHAT?!” Luigi screamed; fear started to settle in again.

“Well it makes sense, doesn’t it?” King Boo sneered, “Your beloved Bowser always kidnapped Peach back when he was a bad guy and you and your brother would always go meddling with his plans to get her back. But now since Bowser wants to be a goody-two-shoes, he thinks that he can get away with leaving our friendship behind! Well tough shit! If he wants to play the good guy, then he’s gonna get treated the way good guys should!”

“So let me get this straight, the only reason you’re marrying me is just to get back at Bowser for wanting to be a better person, or in his case koopa?” Luigi deadpanned.

“Well duh, you honestly think I’m doing this because I like you?!” King Boo gagged, Luigi didn’t know whether to feel flattered or offended that the thought of marrying him made the ghost feel sick. “I’m letting that dragon wannabe get a taste of his own medicine, the only difference is that when he’s getting here, he ain’t walking out with a victory or a bride in his arms.”

The monarch cackled, frightening Luigi all over again. Even before he and Bowser got together, he always believed that King Boo was the worse out of the two. Even though Bowser was great when they first met – to put it mildly- in a way, he still cared for his subjects and believed that his wrong actions were good in a way. There were even times as foes when the koopa would help him and his brother on missions, showing some light in the koopa that proved he was worth redemption. But with King Boo, he wasn’t in denial about being awful, he loved being horrible and committed each terrible actions with glee, and the way he spoke to and about his subjects make Luigi gawk at how someone could say such unkind things with a grin of his face.

The king took that as his sign to leave. Bingley followed behind, a sad look on his face. “I’m sorry,” was the last thing he said before disappearing.

Luigi sunk to his knees, the reality of the situation becoming much clearer than before, he could only hope that this would end how his and Mario’s adventures would and Bowser will be able to save him. “Oh Bowser,” he whimpered, “Please hurry,”

“This is where the old man stays?” the koopa king inquired, as he, the princesses, Mario and Kamek came up to the Evershade Valley Mansions, koopa and toad soldiers following behind. They had changed out of their formal attire before arriving, with Mario wearing his normal overalls, the princesses changed into their biker suits, Bowser had dawned his normal spiked neck and arm bracers while Kamek continued to war his blue cloak. Polterpup was currently trailing by Bowser’s feet, offering as much comfort as he could to his master’s fiancé.

“From what Luigi told me, E. Gadd continued his research here along with a few ghost that didn’t want to be acquainted with King Boo,” Mario informed the group, scanning his surroundings at the same time.

“I don’t know whether to a grateful or wary about the lack of ghosts here,” said Peach, clutching her axe “Keep your eyes open in case it’s a trap.”

“Whether the ghosts assisted King Boo with stabilising the doctor or they had no choice in the matter,” Kamek spoke up, “It is important to wait until we find E. Gadd before jumping to any conclusions.”

The group nodded in agreement when suddenly, Polterpup sniffed the air as a familiar scent was caught in the air. With an excited yip, he tore down the path down to the main mansion ahead.

“Polterpup, wait!” Bowser called out.

“We need to go after him,” said Mario, “He probably knows where E. Gadd is!”

Bowser turned to the guards outside, “You all stay there and keep watch, inform us immediately if you see anything suspicious!”

The soldiers nodded as the group chased down the little blur of white as the pup faded through the walls of the mansion. They opened the doors as carefully as they could, making sure not to alert any ghosts that could still be wandering by.

They spotted the little dog sniffing the floor, turning his head to the group as though he were telling them to follow him. Bowser was the first to move, desperate to find the doctor as soon as possible so that Luigi was back and safe with him. After a few twists and turns, Polterpup soon led them down a basement. Lo and behold, frozen in a painting was E. Gadd, his face frozen with terror. Polterpup whined at the state the old man was in, looking up to Bowser pleadingly.

Bowser patted the little dog’s head, “Don’t worry boy, we’ll get him out.” He turned to the others, “What was the device that Luigi used that helped get you out of the portrait?”

“He said something about a dark-light device,” said Mario, “I’ll go look for it, I’m quite familiar with place.”

“I’ll come with you,” Peach placed a hand on his shoulder, “I don’t want you doing this alone.”

“Are you sure?” Mario asked, “You’ve never been here before, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I know, but I have been caught by King Boo before, so I know how it feels,” Peach reassured him, “Besides, Luigi means a lot to me as well and I want to help get him back.”

Mario smiled warmly, taking Peach’s hand off his shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, “Okay.”

“We’ll stay here with Bowser,” said Rosalina, gesturing to herself, Daisy and Kamek, “In case anything happens.”

Mario and Peach nodded, making their way back up the stairs as they searched the empty mansion.

“Be careful, the last thing we needed is someone sneaking up on us,” Mario told her.

“Don’t worry dear, I can handle myself,” Peach answered. When arriving at the second floor, the due came across a room that seem to be more lived in than the others. The sheets of the bed were clean, the wardrobe was half open and filled with clothing, and a chest with E. Gadd’s crest on the front of it. Peach turned to Mario with a proud smirk on her face, “I believe we have a lead.”

Mario grinned at the Princess as the two made there way over, “There seems to be a lock on this.”

“Stand back,” Peach gently pushed him away as the lifted the axe before her head, but before it could make contact with anything, a ghost burst its head out of the chest, startling her and making her fall back.

“Peach!” Mario cried out, rushing over to her and helping her up.

“Leave!” the ghost screeched, though not as angry as it tried to make itself out to be, it was more worried and fearful is anything, “Leave while you can!”

“Sorry,” Mario shook his head, “But I’ve got a brother to save.”

The sound of bars slamming the ground made the due whip their heads round, the door was blocked by some sort of ectoplasm bars and more ghosts teleporting into the room. With quick thinking, Peach slammed her axe down onto the chest, breaking it and revealing a poltergust and a dark light. Mario quickly grabbed the two items, slinging the poltergust onto his side and clipping the dark light to his belt, “Peach, cover me!”

The princess nodded, swinging her axe at any ghost that tried to come close to her or Mario. Quickly switching the poltergust on, he aimed it towards the first ghost that tried to attack them, as the poltergust began sucking the ghost in, Mario slammed him to the ground a few times before the ghost was fully stored inside. This continued on, with Peach guarding his back with her axe while Mario sucked in the ghosts. During this he couldn’t help but feel proud of his baby brother, this is what he did every time Mario was captured and managed to do it each time without fail. He was definitely going to pay for Luigi and Bowser’s honeymoon the second they find him.

Once the last ghost was sucked up, the duo raced out of the room and back down to the basement before they were stopped again. Bowser perked up the minute he saw the dark light.

“You got it!” Bowser exclaimed.

“Yeah, not without a little trail and error first,” Mario chuckled, “Stand aside, I’m getting the doctor out.”

As Bowser did that, Mario attached the dark light to the poltergust and aimed it to the painting. With the flick of the switch and the soft glow of the dark light doing its work, E. Gadd stumbled out on the painting and fell onto his bottom. Polterpup barked happily and went over to lick the old man’s face.

“Oh my, Polterpup please give me some space!” E. Gadd spluttered.

Bowser suppressed a laugh as he lifted the pup up with one hand, “It’s good to see you again doctor.”

“I express the same sentiments, although I do wish it was under different circumstances,” the old man muttered.

“Would you mind explaining what happened here?” Kamek asked.

“Well its simple really, I was preparing myself for Luigi’s wedding until that blasted King Boo barged in and grabbed my dark light before I had any time to react. When I tried to call out to my ghost friends, King Boo had forced them to assist him and threated that they face dire consequences if they didn’t do as he commanded. In the blink of an eye I was suddenly in the painting and was forced to listen to his plans with Luigi,” E. Gadd recounted his story.

“Plans with Luigi?” Bowser frowned, dread returning once again, “What plans does he have with my fiancé?”

“For some reason, that mad King believes that the best way to get back at you is kidnapping and marrying Luigi!” E. Gadd told him.

“He plans to what?” Bowser growled, the thought of his sweet and kind Luigi being forced to marry the one he feared most made his stomach churn.

“Apparently the king was quite upset that you left your friendship behind,” said E. Gadd, “He wants to recreate each time you’ve kidnapped Peach in order for you to get a taste of your own medicine.”

Daisy burst out laughing, “I really don’t mean to react like this but oh my god! Bowser’s finally getting karma I can’t believe it! This is what you get for kidnapping my best friend!”

“Daisy, please,” Rosalina sighed, “Don’t mind her, she means well.”

Bowser groaned and rubbed his face, “She’s kinda right though, I deserve this after putting Peach through all of my ridiculous plans.”

“Which you have shown remorse for and I’ve already forgiven you,” said Peach, “Now I believe you have a fiancé to rescue before he becomes someone else’s bride.”

The image of Luigi and King Boo flashing in his mind was what made his head get back into the game, “Doctor, tell me you have something to help save Luigi.”

“Well lucky for you my friends, I have learned a little titbit over my years of research,” the old man grinned, “Always make sure to pack extra.”

Luigi sighed as he clutched a bouquet of black roses as he waited at the doors that were attached to the castle ballroom. He wished he was back in the koopa kingdom, wearing the dress that he chose, walking down the aisle with Mario, smiling at all his friends and family as he and Bowser exchanged vows. Why did this always happen to him? And why did it have to be today of all days?

“Mister Luigi?” A little voice piped up.

Luigi looked to his left, a soft smile forming on his lips as he saw a little baby boo by his side, “Oh, hello piccolo. Are you alright?”

“I was actually going to ask you that,” the baby boo said, “I know you find our master really scary.”

Luigi’s face fell a little, “He doesn’t really like me that much.”

“Then why does he want to marry you?” the little boo asked, “My mama always said that you should marry for love.”

“And your mama is absolutely right,” Luigi tapped the boo on the nose – or where its nose should be – “But King Boo is doing this for the wrong reasons, that’s why I’m so sad.”

“I’m sorry,” the baby boo nuzzled itself into Luigi’s neck, with Luigi nuzzling right back.

“It’s not your fault bambino,” Luigi patted its head, “Sometimes there are those who do these types of things and we often don’t know why they do it.”

“I hope that you’ll get to marry someone you love soon,” said the little baby boo, “I don’t know if this will make you happy, but you look really pretty!”

Luigi chuckled and nuzzled the boo again, “Thank you, that does make me feel a bit happy.”

The sound of trumpets made him gasp; the wedding was starting.

“I have to go,” the baby boo whimpered, “I don’t want to get in trouble, be careful Mister Luigi!”

The boo disappeared as the doors opened. Luigi gulped as he forced himself to walk down the aisle. The guests consisted of other ghosts and boos, looking extremely guilty about the whole ordeal. At the end of the aisle was King Boo, smugly straightening a bowtie. Luigi dreaded for what would happen once he made it to the end, pleading internally for something – anything – to put an end to this.

He made it to the end of the aisle, King Boo grinning as a ghost officiant began his speech. “We are gathered here to celebrate the union between our King and the green half of the Mushroom Kingdom Heroes,” the ghost began to shake under the fearful stare King Boo was giving him, “Though this couple seems unlikely, it is this ceremony that shows-”

“-Yada, yada, yada!” King Boo interrupted, looking irritated already, “Just skip to the ‘I do’s’ would ya!”

“Um, yes, of course your majesty,” the ghost stammered, “Do you King Boo accept Luigi’s hand in marriage.”

King Boo cackled, “I do,”

“And do you Luigi accept our King as your husband,” the ghost turned to the human.

Luigi trembled, desperately wanting to say no. But he was at the mercy of the king, if he was to say no who knows what would happen? The last thing he wanted was for anyone to get hurt because of him. Someone, please, get me out of here! Help me, please!

Crash!

The windows shattered, glass falling everywhere, Luigi lifted to arms to shield himself but when he lowered them, Bowser was stood in front of him with a poltergust in hand. “Bowser!” he all but cried tears of happiness seeing the love of his life.

“Luigi!” yelled back with the same amount of joy.

The human was about to run to the koopa when he was grabbed by King Boo and the two of them were ascended to the ceiling. “Sorry old friend!” King Boo sneered, “But your little human belongs to me now!”

“Um, actually sire,” the ghost officiant spoke up, cowering when King Boo glared down at him, “The human didn’t repeat his vows, therefore you too aren’t married yet.”

“WHAT?!” King Boo screeched, turning back to Bowser, “It doesn’t matter, whether he likes it or not, Luigi will be my subject.” He turned to the rest of the ghosts and boos “What are you waiting for?! GET HIM!”

Within seconds, every single boo and ghost went to attack Bowser straight away. The koopa was prepared however, taking out the poltergust and aiming it at each one that came his way. When one boo or ghost was being sucked up, Bowser would slam them to the ground, dodge aa hit from another attacker, slam the half sucked-up ghost to the attacker, and repeat again each time after a ghost or boo was stored away into the poltergust.

“That’s it Bowser!” Luigi cheered, earning a proud and flustered grin from the koopa, “That’s my fiancé!”

“Would you shut up!” King Boo screeched into his ear, “Hurry up and say I do before I make you regret it!”

“Never in a million years,” Luigi retorted, feeling a bit bolder, “I have faith that Bowser is going to defeat you, if you’re going to pretend to be like my fiancé, you have to accept that you’re going to lose like he did.”

“I heard that!” Bowser yelled.

“PRETEND?!” King Boo screamed, “I AM TWICE THE KING THAN BOWSER WILL EVER BE! HERE, IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, I’LL SHOW YA! SQUISH HIM FLAT YOU FOOLS!”

The ghosts and boos paled at that order, they only wanted to distract Bowser, even if it wasn’t working. But deep down, they were secretly hoping that the koopa would be able to stop them so they wouldn’t need to deal with King Boo’s cruelty anymore. But an order was an order and there was no other back up plan. One by one, each boo and ghost piled on top of the koopa king, for what they lacked in size, the poltergeists made up in numbers. Soon, Bowser was stuck to the ground, trying desperately to keep a grip on the poltergust, but it slipped from his grasp.

“No!” Luigi tried to scramble out of King Boo’s hold, but it was too tight.

The king laughed maniacally, “Here’s the deal wimp, you other complete your vows, or I end your precious koopa right here right now. The choice is yours.”

Luigi bit his lip, glancing at the winded koopa on the ground, he didn’t want to make this worse than it already was. But just as he was about to agree, a faint chuckling rose from below the boo and human.

“Wow!” Bowser laughed, to the confusion of King Boo and his subjects, “How is your ego worse than mine old pal?”

“Excuse me,” King Boo growled, “You’re nothing but a pathetic waste on my castle floors, I have your little Luigi at my beck and call, yet you still believe that you can win this?!”

“I do, actually,” Bowser smirked, “I just have to wait in three…two…one.”

The roof crumbled, long ropes falling from the empty hole above as the toad and koopa armies swung down, poltergusts in tow. Within seconds, they were sucking up the boos and ghosts off Bowser, with the koopa lifting himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders back and picked his poltergust up from the ground. The princesses, Mario, E. Gadd and Kamek made their way down as well, with Mario and E. Gadd being the only ones with Poltergusts. Kamek and Rosalina had their wands while Daisy wielded a sword and Peach an axe.

Many more boos and ghosts flooded the ballroom, but by the looks on their faces, they were no match for Bowser’s friends and armies.

“COME AT ME YOU OVERGROWN MARSHMALLOWS!” Daisy shrieked at the incoming poltergeists.

“I’d advise surrendering,” Rosalina murmured, “My patience grows thin when my friends are endangered. Either that or you face my darling Daisy, trust me, you’d rather surrender now.”

“You ruin my son’s wedding and kidnapped my future son-in-law,” Kamek grumbled, “I plan to make your consequences extremely severe.”

“King Boo!” E. Gadd screamed, “Your lucky that if it wasn’t for Luigi, I’d burn your portraits by now, research be damned!”

“Luigi is one of my best friends,” Peach spoke calmly, though her eyes darkened, “I don’t take it well when people hurt my friends.”

“You shouldn’t have taken my brother!” Mario shouted, “One thing I always make sure is if anyone messes with Luigi, they regret it deeply!”

“Luigi is the love of my life,” smoke escaped from Bowser’s nostrils, the threat of what was to come being extremely clear, “You hurt him one too many times, and now, I’m going to take great pride with finding out just how to make you suffer for it.”

Luigi felt King Boo tremble, there was no denying how obvious it was, despite the stoic look he tried to maintain. “I-I…JUST SAY ‘I DO’ ALREADY YOU LITTLE!!!---” King Boo didn’t manage to finish his sentence when fire escaped from Bowser’s mouth, making the king drop Luigi.

Luigi screamed, afraid that he was going to meet the hard marble of the ground when he felt himself plopped into something warm and scaly. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed that the hand he was in had bright yellow scaled. Looking up, he met his fiancé’s beautiful red eyes and a tearful smile pulled at his lips, “Bowser, you came for me!”

He lunged himself at the koopa, gripping him tight in a hug. The koopa chuckled as he gripped Luigi back, “I wasn’t gonna let some dumb boo ruin our wedding. Besides, I promised to protect you, that means rescuing you from impromptu kidnappings.” Luigi pulled back, gentling cradling the koopa’s face in his hands before bringing him into a kiss. Bowser returned the kiss with the same amount of softness, before gently pulling back and resting his forehead against Luigi’s. It was then when his eyes trailed over Luigi’s form and noticed the new gown he was in. He blushed at the amount of exposed skin from Luigi’s tight-clad legs.

Once Luigi noticed the koopa’s gaze on him, he buried his face into his hands, squealing, “Oh god, I just realised I had this on! This is so embarrassing!”

“Well I’ll give King Boo this,” Bowser smirked, “He has a good taste in fashion. Though, I think its mostly you, you’re able to pull off everything.”

“Stop,” Luigi’s face was as red as his brother’s overalls, though he secretly loved the complement, “I genuinely don’t know how to feel about this dress, its really not my usual style.”

Bowser took pity on his fiancé’s flustered state, so he tore off a piece of a black curtain and wrapped it around the human. He pressed a kiss to the human’s forehead, “Better?”

“Much,” Luigi rested his head against the koopa’s muzzle “Thank you.”

“NO, NO!” the screams of King Boo tore the happy couple away from their tender moment as they turned to see the poltergeist being sucked into Mario’s poltergust, the rest of the ghosts and boos seemed to have been sucked up as well while the two were being reunited, “THIS ISN’T FAIR, I’M SUPPOSED TO WIN!”

Daisy whacked the flat edge of her sword against the boo’s head, assisting with Mario’s poltergust sucking up the King. “NO!” was the last word King Boo spoke before he too disappeared into the poltergust.

“And that is what happens what you mess with my brother,” Mario scowled. It quickly faded the moment he saw his brother, “Lu, are you okay?! This fantasma che mangia merda didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No Mario, I’m okay!” Luigi sniffed at the sight of seeing his brother, the red plumber jumping into the koopa’s hand to give his brother a hug, “I’m okay Mario, you don’t need to worry.”

“Good, otherwise I’m getting Daisy to whack him with her sword again,” Mario muffled his words into Luigi’s shoulder, still squeezing him tight.

“I’m up for it!” Daisy put her thumbs up.

“Ah, ah, darling,” Rosalina hooked her thumb under Daisy’s chin, “Behave yourself.”

“Eh-uh-um…Rosa you can’t just pull that on me!” Daisy spluttered, blushing madly.

Luigi giggled, leaning into Bowser’s and Mario hold.

“We’re so glad you’re safe Luigi,” said Peach as she walked up to them, “We’ll make sure that this remains as a one-time thing.”

“After seeing how King Boo reacted to all of you bursting in like that, I’ll have to agree,” Luigi nodded.

“Its good to see you again son,” E. Gadd spoke up, Kamek by his side as the koopa agreed with every word the old man said, “I apologise for not making it to the wedding, as you can tell I was quite…preoccupied.”

“There’s no need to apologise doctor,” Luigi smiled, “I have a feeling we’ll need to push the wedding date back a little bit to clean up the mess King Boo left behind.”

“Well with a little help with my magic, the process should be a bit quicker,” said Kamek, “And I’ll finally have a proper chance to deal with King Boo and his subjects.”

However, at Kamek’s words, Luigi’s eyes flittered over to the full poltergusts in the corner, his smile drooped. Bowser took notice of the human’s change of demeanour immediately, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Its just…” Luigi sighed, turning to Bowser. Mario jumped down to give his brother more room, “I can’t help but feel sorry for the boos and ghosts under King Boo’s rule.”

“What?!” Daisy cried, “Those guys literally helped King Boo kidnap you?! You seriously feel sorry for them?!”

“Its not their fault!” Luigi retorted, “King Boo was forcing them to do that stuff, after all these years with dealing with him I get it. I don’t wait to punish them just because their boss scared them into doing something they didn’t want to do. I’m not saying they shouldn’t face consequences, but I want to give them the benefit of the doubt.” He placed his hand on Bowser’s cheek, “Just like someone else I know.”

Bowser leaned into the human’s touch, “You never cease to amaze me greenie.”

“Kamek,” Luigi turned to the magikoopa, “If you don’t mind, I would like to release these boos and ghosts to make them part of our kingdom, as long as they want to.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Kamek bowed before moving to the poltergusts,” With your permission E. Gadd, I’m going to remove King Boo’s old subjects out off these poltergusts and keep a hold of them, sans the king of course.”

“By all means go ahead,” E. Gadd stepped to the side as Kamek waved his wand, summoning the boos and ghost out of the poltergusts, yet making sure he used his magic to keep them from trying anything.

The poltergeists gazed around the room, confused until their eyes landed on Luigi. The human’s heart twisted when he saw the petrified looks on their faces, “There’s no need to worry, I’m not going to do anything. On behalf of myself and King Bowser, we would like to formally invite you all not only to be guests at our wedding, but to be citizens of our Kingdom as well.”

Each poltergeists’ eyes widened, each of them turning to face another ghost with surprise at the sudden news. “Although we aren’t letting you off the hook just yet,” Bowser spoke up, “We don’t want you to be in fear of King Boo anymore. In our kingdom, you will be safe and treated with the same respect as my own subjects.”

“Only if you wish of course,” Luigi reassured them, but the face splitting excited smiles each of the ghosts and boos had at the news they would finally be free of King Boo informed him what their answer would be. He nodded to Kamek to let them go, the poltergeists swirling and soaring through the air with joy, the baby boo from before rushing over to Luigi to nuzzle him again, with the human cuddling him fondly.

Bowser’s smile widened even more, holding his fiancé closer, wondering how he got so lucky. “Shall we head back home, dearest?”

“I would love that Mio Caro,” Luigi settled into the koopa’s arms, letting his eyes resting as he continued to cuddle the little boo.

Soon all the toads, koopa’s, boos and ghosts had filed up behind the rulers of their kingdoms as they headed back home.

A Few Weeks Later

“Do you Bowser, take Luigi’s hand in marriage as your lawfully wedded husband, to love him unconditionally until the end of time?”

“I do.”

“And do you Luigi, take Bowser’s hand in marriage as your lawfully wedded husband, to love him no matter what comes your way until you reunite in the cosmos?”

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you…married!” Kamek cheered.

The moment Bowser and Luigi’s lips met; the crowd rejoiced. The koopa, boos and toads were all hugging sobbing at the happy couple, Luigi’s family cried for their youngest son as they wished him and Bowser nothing but the best, Junior and Polterpup jumped up and down with joy at the sight of his dads finally being together, E. Gadd was sniffling into Kamek’s robe with the magikoopa complaining how dirty the doctor was getting it, Daisy and Rosalina smiled fondly at the happy couple as each princess planned on how they would propose to each other next, Mario and Peach had their arms around each other as they hoped that one day they would have a wedding just as magical as this. As for Bowser and Luigi, nothing else mattered in this moment apart from each other and how amazing the rest of their lives would be as long as the other was in it.

Luigi lifted his piranha plant bouquet into the air, letting the crowd get ready to catch it. He flung it up and let it go, letting it fly through the air until it landed in Daisy’s arms. She and Rosalina shared a look, the two of them blushing before the blonde smiled and brought the brunette into a soft kiss, the shorter of the two sighing happily against her girlfriend’s lips.

Bowser lifted Luigi into his arms, supporting his waist and legs – along with the poofy skirts of his original white dress – with Junior jumping onto Luigi as the human cuddled his son tight and Polterpup draping himself across Bowser’s shoulder while the koopa patted the pooch’s head.

Everything was perfect, there were no messed up plans, no interruptions and definitely no King Boo. While his old subjects did have a lot to make up for after what they did to Luigi, they were welcomed into the koopa kingdom with open arms. King Boo, however, was sealed tight into a portrait and locked up in a safe where he could never touch Luigi again.

His ocean blue eyes met Bowser’s fiery red once again, though neither of them said a word, they knew exactly what the other was silently asked for. They would have to go in for photos and the after party soon, but Luigi wanted to relish this moment as much as he could.

So before anything and everything else, the couple’s lips pressed into one more gentle kiss. And finally, all was right.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little birthday gift. Have a great rest of your day xx.

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Holidays With You

Summary: Your first encounter with him wasn't as smooth as you thought it would be. As the years go by, things began to change little by little between you and him but not too drastically. Until one day, by some unforeseen circumstances, you had no choice but to spend the holiday season with him. That's when it all changed...

Theme: hogwarts au, frenemies to lovers

Genre: slowburn, romance, angst, fluff

Warnings: a brief mention of making out at the end but it doesn't lead to anything serious ;)

WC: 10.9k

Pairing: Slytherin!Minho x Ravenclaw!FemReader

a/n: As requested, I managed to turn an idea into a fic because I too, enjoy writing a good ol' Slytherin Minho fic so here's one more for you @lmhfilm ! Hope you enjoyed this as much as you did with Green Flames! 💚 happy reading and happy new year everyone!

It was always such a great honour to be invited into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fellow student with the ability to learn and master the arts of magic. Whereby not everyone could be accepted into the school. Every student in that school feels very proud to be in Hogwarts for it is every children’s dream to become part of the Hogwarts family. As for you? It is undescribable how you felt when you got the letter of invitation, knowing your parents would’ve been happy for you. Hogwarts is divided into four houses which were discovered by the respective founders.

Godric Gryffindor

The founder of Gryffindor house. A fair man, he believed that any child who displayed magical abilities before their 11th birthday should be able to attend Hogwarts. Godric values courage and bravery, believing that these were the two most virtuous abilities that a person can possess. His house corresponds to the element of Fire.

Rowena Ravenclaw

The founder of Ravenclaw house. A sharp and intelligent woman, intellect is a highly valued asset to the students of Ravenclaw house. Due to this, it is likely that Rowena wanted to make Hogwarts the very finest wizarding school on earth, teaching those children with the highest intelligence. Her house corresponds to the element of Air.

Salazar Slytherin

The founder of Slytherin house. A sly and cunning man, he was not unlike many of the students he brought into his house. He believed strongly that only wizards of pure blood should be allowed to attend Hogwarts. His house corresponds with the element of Water.

Helga Hufflepuff

The founder of Hufflepuff house. A kind and warm woman, she believed that in order to be sorted into Hufflepuff, a person must possess the values of loyalty, patience and be hard-working above all else. Her house corresponds with the elements of Earth.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t share this exciting news to your parents, for they were already gone too soon after a terrible car wreck. The only people you could share this news with were your grandparents who took care of you ever since that horrible accident. The only sad part is, they couldn’t send you off to the train station on your first day of school due to two main reasons. They were getting old which means they can barely walk for more than 5 minutes without having to stop for a breath.

They also have trouble travelling without proper guidance and so if you left to board the train, you worry about how they would head back after sending you off. So to avoid these from happening, you decided to just say your goodbyes before leaving the house that morning. Making sure to give them both tight hugs since you wouldn’t be coming home every night to be with them until the next holiday period.

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but you made a promise that you would write a letter to them every week so they know that you’re okay. They both kissed your cheek and soon waved to you at the door, watching as their one and only granddaughter finally climbed into the taxi to head to the train station. You have already bought the necessary things you needed for school with the help of a Hogwarts staff member who came to deliver the letter of invitation personally to you the other day.

So with your baggage trolley in hand, bags packed, your chosen pet owl whom you’ve named Snowy was sitting in his cage on the top of your stacked luggages, you pushed the heavy trolley with whatever strength you had packed in the small, fragile body of yours since you were in fact, still a child.

While you were searching for the odd but said Platform 9¾, you noticed a family who seemed to be rushing whilst the mother said something that caught your attention.

“Hurry up kids! You’re gonna miss the train! Quickly now. Platform 9¾’s this way!” She said as you silently followed them from behind. Once they stopped in between two huge pillars, you watched as their older daughter ran straight into the wall, dissolving into the brick wall in front of your own eyes. This made you gasp quietly before you went over to the elderly couple to enquire about what you just saw.

“Um… Excuse me? Can you… tell me how to do… that?” You nodded your head towards the brick wall in which the girl just went through, earning a bright smile from them both.

“Of course! It’s my son’s first time too. Anyway, it’s very easy, dear. All you have to do is run straight into this wall.” She said as you looked at her son who shrugged his shoulders.

“Ladies first.” He said. So with one deep, shaky breath, you took off running with your luggage trolley and went through the wall with ease. Once you were at Platform 9¾, the boy and his parents came through as well, leading you to the train along with their son. The train conductor ushers you into one of the train cabins after you showed him your ticket, telling you that he will help to load your baggage into the train for you.

With that being said, you glanced back at the boy behind who gave you a gentle smile and a nod.

This encouraged you to finally board the train and he did too, not before giving his mother a hug. The moment you were both inside, you looked at him and asked, “Do you wanna sit together?”

“Sure. Let’s find an empty booth.” He said as he began to lead you down the narrow alley of the train cabins. After about two cabins, you finally found an unoccupied booth so he proceeded to enter it followed by yourself. You sat opposite each other, staring out the window to see all the parents and family members waving goodbye to their children and siblings. It made your heart clench, knowing you came here alone with no one else.

Neither of you spoke until the train started to slowly move off. Once it was finally departing from the train station and your view changed from the busy crowd to the open scenery of the town, that’s when he spoke up.

“I’m Changmin by the way… You are?” He said, to which you looked ahead to meet his eyes through his round glasses that seemed to slide down the bridge of his nose every few seconds.

“I’m Y/N.” You said, earning a smile from him.

“Why weren’t your parents here to send you off?” He asked innocently without knowing anything so you couldn’t blame him for that. Nonetheless, that question made your breath hitch for a split second before you answered his question.

“They died a few years ago… And my grandparents couldn’t come due to health issues…” You tried not to sound as sad as you can even though you already felt like crying. Changmin couldn’t help but panic, realising that he just messed it up by asking you a sensitive question. However, you simply brushed it off saying you accepted his apology because he didn’t know about your situation. Even then, he still felt bad about it and you could tell.

Not long after, two new faces appear at the door. Even though they were unfamiliar to you, it was pretty obvious that Changmin knew them thanks to the way his eyes lit up excitedly while a bright smile creeped onto his face.

“Juyeon! Minho! You’re here too?” Changmin said as you glanced over to the new faces whom you do not recognize.

“Yeah, didn’t think you’re the only special one did you?” The one with a prominent smirk on his face said before his eyes travelled to meet yours.

“Shut up Minho.” Changmin laughed, allowing the two guys to settle down. Once they did, that’s when Changmin introduced all of you to one another. You found out that the one sitting next to your new friend was Juyeon. Which could only mean that the one sitting beside you was Minho. They began to talk about something you weren’t aware of but someone noticed the way you were left out. So he turned to his left and spoke up to direct his words to you.

“So… what is a muggle like you doing here?” Minho asked, making you frown.

“Are we not allowed in Hogwarts?” You asked, earning a smirk from him.

“Oh, you’re allowed in Hogwarts… Purebloods like me just find it unnecessary.” He sounded very cocky about it, it’s ridiculous.

“Then why don’t you sit somewhere else�� I don’t wanna ruin your day.”

“Nah, it’s fine… I guess one muggle wouldn’t hurt.” He said, making you stare at him in disbelief.

Was he straight up flirting with you right now?

Either way, you rolled your eyes at him before taking out your book from your bag and began to read it. As surprising as it sounds, the three boys continued chatting and were almost acting as if you weren’t there. They didn’t try to tease you or disturb your reading session. You thought Minho would snatch your book away and make fun of you for reading or what not but he never did that. Instead, he would occasionally glance over to you once in a while during his conversation with the other two boys. And all he would do is smile.

Approximately an hour and a half or so later, you finally made it to the castle. Your dream has finally come true. To stand on the castle grounds. To witness the glory and beauty of the entire Hogwarts castle. To be a fellow student of Hogwarts. If only your parents were still around to celebrate the happy moment with you.

All of you were given robes to wear upon your arrival at the train station. It was compulsory to wear it when you finally entered the castle, proceeding forward with the house sorting. As soon as the huge double doors to the Great Hall swung open, you were all greeted by the existing students of Hogwarts and the teachers of the school. Long tables align the hall in four columns, starting with Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor. A few metres above the tables were the respective house flags that were hung on each pillar on the golden rod.

Students of each house sat in their respective tables while teachers, headmasters and headmistresses sat in the long table behind the podium in which Dumbledore stood to welcome the newcomers including yourself. The new lot of you stopped at the very start of the short steps up the platform where you see a wooden stool and a very crimped looking hat. It was a pointed hat with a huge rim around it.

Except, what brought your attention was the face that was on the front of the hat.

“Now when I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” Professor McGonagall said as she held the hat in one hand while the other held a big piece of paper that had the list of names that belonged to the new students this year.

And so it began.

“Lee Juyeon.” She called as he walked past the crowd to meet her at the top of the steps. He sat on the stool while she placed the hat onto his head. Immediately after it touched his head, the sorting hat’s neutral expression changed into a smirk before it spoke up.

“Hmm… very interesting. You are gullible but you can be smart as well. I see bravery and courage behind your gentle appearance that just suits this specific house… Better be… Gryffindor!” The students of Gryffindor cheer loudly as they welcome a new member to their house. Juyeon smiled brightly as he walked over to join his new housemates. A few names were called after Juyeon, waiting patiently for your turn. Then, another familiar name was called upon.

“Ji Changmin.” You turned to him who gave you a smile before walking forward. He sat in the chair and the sorting hat began to do his magic.

“Ahh… this one is quite easy… You are very loyal to the people you love. You have a good dedication towards doing what you love and for that, I shall put you in… Hufflepuff!” It said, earning a thunderous applause and roars of cheers from students of Hufflepuff to welcome another new member to their house. Professor McGonagall soon calls for the next name in the list.

“Lee Minho.” You watched as he strolled forward with a smirk on his face. He proceeded to sit on the stool, waiting for the hat to be placed on his head. Except, the hat barely even touched his head but it seemed like it was already determined which house Minho would definitely be placed in. And your guess was right.

“Slytherin!” Roar of cheers burst into the hall as the students of Slytherin welcomed him warmly. Minho joins them naturally like he knew he was going to be sorted into Slytherin right before he stepped foot into the castle. Right when you were just about to take a deep breath from feeling nervous, Professor McGonagall called upon your full name to summon you on stage. Since there were a few students left, you could easily walk up the steps unlike when you first started the sorting of houses. You sat on the stool, waiting patiently despite your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Instantly after being placed on your head, that’s when the hat speaks, “Ahh… This one is tough… I sense great bravery within you that seems to overpower everything else. But your curiosity for even the small little things could easily activate your intelligence and that is the key trait about you that not many possess… I know… Why not put you in… Ravenclaw!”

As soon as this was announced, the students of Ravenclaw burst into cheers for you to welcome their new member into their house. You walked over to the empty seat with a smile, sitting next to the new boy in your year whose name is Hongjoong. He gave you a high five after you settled down, returning his gesture happily, knowing you were finally sorted into your house for the next 7 years. You then glanced forward naturally, not really sure what you were looking for until your pair of eyes met a pair that was staring straight into yours.

There he sat directly opposite from you. Minho’s gaze was soft but you could sense the playfulness in it. The corner of his lips curl into a smirk, raising his eyebrows cheekily at you to in a way, congratulate you for settling in a house. You weren’t sure how to react because this was new to you so all you could afford to do was divert your eyes towards the remaining bunch of students waiting to be sorted into the respective houses.

Once that was over, Dumbledore gave a quick last speech before he waved both hands out and magically, your tables were all filled with food that could feed everyone endlessly. You ate till your heart's content, not giving a single care in the world about who should have the last piece because it just magically refills by itself once the plate is empty.

Dinner ends with you being escorted back to your respective towers with the help of your house prefects. The way to enter the Ravenclaw tower is to answer whatever riddles or puzzles that the bronze eagle knocker asks as a password. Its question may vary so it doesn’t always ask the same riddles over and over again. Only those who get the answer correct may enter and those who can’t answer can only enter when someone answers it correctly.

The moment the door opens, you are greeted by a large and spacious area which is called the common room. Where the students can sit and lounge by the fireplace and use the built in library to read books. The boys and girls room were separate upstairs where a few students shared a room with 5 beds arranged in a circle with the foot of the beds meeting in the middle. It took you less than a minute or two to adjust to the new environment, going to your designated bed where your bags and Snowy were already waiting for you.

You couldn’t help but look forward to your days to come as a fellow Hogwarts student.

The next day, you were having your first class as a Hogwarts student. You walked with Hongjoong and Yeeun to the potions class. Upon entering the classroom, you noticed the students gathered at the back of the class. Clearly not knowing where to sit. It wasn’t a surprise considering all of you were still new to all this. Suddenly, an arm drapes over your left shoulder, catching you by surprise. You turned to your right to see who it was, only to lock eyes with the fellow Slytherin you met on your way here yesterday.

“Good morning. You look like you barely slept last night. Are you that excited to be here?” Minho teased with a cheeky look on his face that you didn’t miss out.

“You look like you had too much sleep. Are you that bored to be here?” You asked back, earning a laugh from him.

“Someone’s a little feisty this morning…” Minho said, making you roll your eyes.

“You just seem like you enjoy disturbing people for your own amusement so I won’t give you that.” You said easily, earning a nod of agreement to you.

“Hey… In my defence, I don’t just pick on people randomly. I choose who I wanna talk to because apparently, not everyone can handle my charms.” Minho sounded cocky and confident which never looked good on anyone. And yet somehow, it kinda suits him especially with that stupid Slytherin uniform of his.

“Charms? I think you mistook charms for repulsiveness.” You said before pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“Oh come on, Y/N… I’m not as bad as you think, you know? You just haven’t known me well yet.”

“Whatever.” You said firmly as the teacher in charge of this class walks in with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good morning class. My name is Professor Slughorn and I will be your teacher for Potions class. Now, you may sit with whoever you’d like. It doesn’t matter to me.” He announced, allowing you to settle down before he began teaching. You chose Yeeun as your sit partner without a doubt, not realising that Minho was sitting two tables behind you diagonally in the very last row with his housemate, Jungwoo. Minutes tick by and you are finally dismissed from Potions class.

After gathering your books, you left the classroom to walk to your next class which was Herbology. While you were walking and talking to Yeeun, you noticed Minho walking a few students ahead of you. He was with Jungwoo, Juyeon and Changmin but for some reason, he caught your eye first because he had already taken off his robe. Simply wearing the black pants, a white long sleeve shirt with the green sweater vest over it. His robe was hanging off his forearm like it was a piece of towel.

When you made it to the greenhouse, all of you were told to wear a protective gear which was a beige coat and a pair of thick gloves that would protect you from the plants in case anything unfortunate happens.

Class went well despite having a student from Gryffindor fainting after hearing the mandrake’s cries. Nevertheless, you finished class successfully and soon made your way back to the respective house towers. About half an hour later, you were all making your way to the Great Hall for lunch. Students were heading towards the same place in groups, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. You were talking to Yeeun about class when Changmin’s voice calling your name made you turn around.

He walks over to you with Seonghwa who was also a Hufflepuff. Once they joined you and Yeeun, all four of you continued to walk to the Great Hall together. On your way there, you spot Minho leaning against the staircase with some of his Slytherin friends including Jungwoo. They looked like they had absolutely no intentions of joining the crowd whatsoever.

However, the minute his eyes met yours from across the room, you saw the way he smiled wider and was shifting his weight from one foot to another as though he was about to push himself off the wall. At last, he opted to stay where he was even though his gaze never left yours for more than 5 seconds every time.

All in all, your first day of school went by pretty well. Making new friends along the way, letting Minho tease you to his liking, attacking him back with unexpected replies, earning the title of Tom and Jerry within the first day of school. Your classmates noticed this interaction between the two of you and some of them couldn’t help but say that there was some sort of secret attraction between you and Minho. As much as you disagree, you couldn’t help but wonder if it’s indeed true.

Nonetheless, you simply brushed it off knowing it’s only been a day and you have 7 years left with him. Maybe your feelings might change, maybe it wouldn’t. For now, it’s safe to say that you don’t see him romantically. Probably you just find him slightly attractive to a certain extent but that’s it.

That’s it…

Days become months and you are now 8 months in year 2. At the start of the year, your senior Namjoon and Jungkook encouraged you to go for the Quidditch tryouts for the three different positions. That was how you landed on becoming the Seeker for Ravenclaw. You’ve already taken part in a few friendly matches with the other teams, only to find out that Minho was also the Seeker for his team. You’ve lost to him thrice in the past 7 and a half months during a match. And yet, you’ve also won a total of six times in a row during that 7 and a half months, making you the ultimate Seeker for Ravenclaw.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, you had just finished having lunch and was now in the Great Hall again to do some quiet studying with Professor Snape being the teacher in charge of looking after everyone. You were sitting in one of the tables together with Yeeun, Hongjoong, Changmin and Seonghwa. All of you had to whisper to talk to each other because Snape was scary to all the students here and you wouldn’t dare to press his wrong buttons.

Just then, someone placed their book down on the empty space beside your arm, causing you to look up. You found Minho slipping into the seat next to you with Jungwoo on the opposite side.

“Hey guys, mind if we sit?” Minho asked, to which you scoffed at him.

“Yes, we do mind actually.” You said.

“Well, too late. We’re still sitting.” He said purposely to annoy you and it worked. You shook your head before turning your attention back to your work. A few minutes later, is when Minho nudged your elbow with his to gain your attention despite being aware that Snape was somewhere around the corner.

“Are you ready for tonight’s match?” He whispered loudly to you.

“Yes.”

“Really? Should we make a deal?”

“No.” You said, earning a smirk from him as he leans closer.

“Come on… It’ll be fun! I’ll start first.” Minho was about to continue when you noticed Snape approaching him from behind so you turned back to your book and whispered to give him a warning in hopes that he caught it.

“Snape’s coming!”

“Y/N, listen. It’s sim-” And then you hear a loud book smack to the back of Minho’s head. You flinched hard, feeling the pain when he received that. After Snape walked off, you turned to Minho who was rubbing the back of his head with a snarl on his face.

“I warned you…” You laughed softly, only to hear him scoff at you.

“Shut up.” He said in annoyance. However, he couldn’t stay mad at you for long. Which is why he brushed it off a few minutes later.

Hours later, you were finally preparing for the match. You had changed into your quidditch gear and uniform. Your team captain was giving a briefing before the match started like they always do. The first match was between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Next match tomorrow was between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Then the winners of each match will go up against each other on Friday. When it was your turn to head into the quidditch pitch, your team cheered before climbing onto your brooms and soon flew out of your tents.

You went to your position a few metres above every other player in the air where you hovered face to face with Hufflepuff’s Seeker whom you recognised to be Taehyung. While you were just focusing on Madam Hooch who was giving out instructions for the match, you heard someone calling your name from the Ravenclaw pitch only to see Yeeun bouncing on her feet cheering for you.

This made you laugh as you then saw Hongjoong and Chanhee doing the same. After you’ve given them a small wave, you naturally shift your gaze to the left of the pitch where Slytherin students were gathered. That’s when you spotted Minho standing there with his eyes fixed on you. Your smile began to fade despite seeing him smiling at you cheekily. Before something happens, you avoided his gaze by looking down. Pretending to listen to Madam Hooch.

Once the game started, you paid full attention to the game. Trying your best to find the golden snitch. Just as you were about to say something to Taehyung to throw him off, you saw the golden snitch hovering from side to side behind him. You smirked as you locked eyes with him and said, “Goodluck.”

That was all you said before taking off at a speed that no one thought you were capable of.

After a few minutes of active chasing and near-fall accidents, you finally caught the snitch in your hand by throwing yourself off your broomstick. Landing on the sand with a roll. The minute you sat up, you held the golden snitch high in the air, earning almost half of the quidditch pitch to cheer for you. Your teammates flew over to give you a group hug, celebrating your team’s victory. Your team soon made your way back into your house tent happily knowing you won today’s match. Which means you qualify to the final round.

As soon as you’ve removed your protective gears back to the trunks, you all made your way back to the castle. With your broomstick in one hand and your robe in the other, you walked back to your tower with your friends.

The next day, you found out that Slytherin won the match which means that your team would be going up against Slytherin for the final match. As nerve wracking as it sounds, you have a hunch that your team would win the match even though you know not to be too overconfident. Which is exactly why you weren’t boasting about winning the match since it hasn’t even happened.

Either way, you can’t wait for the match.

The final match was starting in less than an hour, as you put on your protective gears where necessary. Once that was done, you go over the techniques to use during this game knowing it was against Slytherin. When it was finally time to enter the pitch, you got onto your broom and flew out together with your teammates. All of you flew around the pitch before going to your places in the air. Since you were the Seeker, you hovered a few metres above your teammates. And since Minho was the Seeker for his team, he too flew up to hover above his teammates and eventually, facing you.

“Hey you. Ready to get your ass kicked?” Minho asked in a teasing tone, making you huff.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Should we make a deal? The loser has to do the winner’s homework for a week.”

“Nah… It’ll be too obvious if you did my homework…” You said sarcastically, earning an offended look from him.

“Are you saying I’m dumb?” He asked with full offence.

“I’m not saying you’re smart either, am I?”

“You’re unbelievable.” Minho scoffed at you.

With that being said, the whistle was blown, Madam Hooch threw the quaffle up high into the air and soon, the games began. You stayed put while trying to search for the golden snitch. The minute you spotted the snitch flying around behind the Slytherin goal posts, you immediately flew in its direction. Aiming for nothing but the golden snitch. While you were flying, you noticed Minho coming for you as the golden snitch made a sudden turn up. Before you could crash into him, you flew up at a sharp 90° angle, following the golden snitch diligently.

Minutes ticked by as you weren’t keeping track of the time. Your team was currently losing with a hefty point of 50 against 130. You had only 4 minutes left to catch the golden snitch or else your team loses. So with a determined mindset, you tried whatever you could to speed up despite Minho trying to throw you off.

Nevertheless, luck seems to be on your side because during the last 30 seconds of the game, Minho ended up crashing through one of the wooden pillars when he tried to fly up. That’s when you managed to catch the golden snitch at the very last second, earning your team an extra 150 points. You celebrated with your team when you made it back to your tent. Happy that you won the final round of the tournament. When everyone had already removed their protective gears and was about to make their way back to the castle, that’s when you crossed paths with the Slytherin team.

“We would’ve won if you hadn’t cheated during the game.” Jungwoo said, directing his words to you. This made you frown, knowing he was probably just salty over the loss.

“Cheated? I never cheat during a game unlike your team. We play fairly according to the rules.” You defended yourself and your teammates.

“You probably casted a spell on Minho’s broomstick so that he would lose control over it, didn’t you?”

“Are you listening to yourself? Spells aren’t allowed to be casted during a game by any players!”

“You might’ve been desperate to win since your score was way lower than ours.” Jungwoo said with a prominent smirk on his face, making you want to just slap that shit eating smirk off his face.

“Enough.” Minho said quietly whilst pressing a firm hand on Jungwoo’s chest to stop him. However, the latter was stubborn.

“Maybe you wanted to win so badly, you just decided to cast a spell without anyone seeing.” Jungwoo continued to trigger you and it was honestly getting to you even though you knew that wasn’t true.

“Because you’re just a desperate little mudblood.” The minute Jungwoo said this, Minho immediately yelled at his friend, “Hey! Enough!” clearly disapproving of what the boy said. You then storm off without saying goodbye to your friends. You were just about to climb the Grand Staircase when a firm grip to your wrist made you stop.

“Y/N! Wait.” Minho said as you ripped your arm out of his grip.

“Leave me alone.”

“Y/N stop!”

“What more do you want, Minho?! You heard what he called me!”

“So what? It’s just a word.” He said unknowingly and it hurts you even more.

“A word? Do you even know what that means? You don’t know what it’s like to be a muggle born. You purebloods definitely don’t understand how hurtful that word means to us…” You said in pure disappointment as he clearly didn't know what to say.

“Y/N-”

“Leave me alone, Minho.” You said as you left him standing there just staring into your back without any intentions of chasing after you. For the next few days, you barely talked to him even though he tries to talk to you.

Fortunately for him, you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long as you eventually gave in when he sat with you in between classes and teased you lightheartedly about things you found ridiculous.

Hence, why you ended up talking to him again despite what you said the other day after the tournament.

Your relationship with Minho began with a rocky start but as the years go by, your relationship with him could be said to have improved quite a lot. Rather than fighting everyday, both of you were almost looking out for each other when times are rough for either one. Even your close friends could see the difference in the way you both interact with each other over the past few years. It’s quite obvious yet subtle at the same time. It was your sixth year a few months ago, and you were thankful that your grades have been consistently good even with how hard some of the subjects could be.

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon, you were all given the permission to go into town for the day provided you get a parent or guardian’s signature by signing an approval form. You were all walking down the path that leads you straight to the secret passageway that links to Hogsmeade town. You were walking next to Changmin, Juyeon and Seonghwa when a heavy arm suddenly draped over your left shoulder.

This made you flinch slightly before you turned to see who it was, not surprised to find the arm belonging to Minho. Beside him were Changbin and Hyunjin, who he became friends with after he ditched Jungwoo. When you asked him why, he only said they had a disagreement about something but he was never clear about what it was and you never asked further anyway.

“Hey babe, know where you’re heading to yet?” Minho asked, making you nod.

“Yes and I’ll make sure you won’t be there.” You said. The guys hissed jokingly for Minho, making fun of him. Minho on the other hand, smirks at you while rolling his eyes. You’ve always been like this with him and vice versa. Some of your friends even called it your love language with each other.

“Oh, come on Y/N… You know you like having me around.” Minho teased you openly, earning a little laugh from you.

“Aren’t you a little too confident right now?”

“I don’t have to be when I’m with you though because I know it’s always true.”

“You’re so annoying.” You whispered under your breath while pushing his arm off your shoulder. You sped up to join Sakura, Yeeun and Eunbi up front, leaving the boys in the back.

“Just confess already man… We can literally see your heart eyes for her.” Changmin teased Minho, trying to break the latter’s ego but it’s obviously not working. Not easily at least.

“I don’t like her. I just love teasing her.” Minho said with his head held high.

“Keep telling yourself that, Minho.” Changmin laughed, together with Hyunjin and Changbin.

“Come on, why would I like a Ravenclaw? She’s so… intellectual all the time. It’s annoying.” Minho claimed but his friends knew how much that was a lie.

“As if you didn’t just tell us the other day that you found that sexy.” Hyunjin said, earning a sharp glare from Minho who suddenly reached out to grab Hyunjin’s sleeve but the male was quick to run forward with a loud cackle.

Upon arriving at Hogsmeade, you told your friends that you would be heading to the bookstore. You always went there whenever you were given the opportunity to go into town as you loved to buy new books for you to read during break times in school. You were taking your own sweet time, looking through the books on the shelves when someone suddenly traps you between the shelves and themselves by putting their hands on either side of your head against the shelf rack.

You turned around quickly, thinking it was some weird person but instead, you sighed in relief after realising it was just Minho.

“Really? The first thing you do upon reaching town is to go to the bookshop?” He asked.

“We all have our hobbies, no?” You asked with a smile, seeing the way his eyes very subtly flick down to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“You’re a bookworm, you know that?” Minho said teasingly but you didn’t take it to heart for you to declare yourself as one too.

“I know.” You said with a light laugh before gently pushing him by his stomach in which he easily takes a step back to free you from his cage. He stayed with you for the next few minutes while you looked through the books that were open for sale. Minho never complained once or even asked for you to hurry up. Instead, he simply waited patiently behind you. Picking up books to casually flip through whilst waiting.

Since you’ve been there for almost an hour, you finally bought two books and left the shop with him.

When in reality, you could’ve been in there the entire day. You were walking down the cramp alleyway when a warm hand slid around your wrist to stop you from walking. You turned over your shoulder to find Minho’s eyes focused on the shop called Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. He then turns to you silently and you got the message.

With that being said, both of you made your way into the shop, only to be greeted by a fresh aroma of teas and coffee beans filling your nostrils. You were going straight to the tea section while he went straight to the coffee section. A few minutes later, you were taking a sip of a tea sample that the staff gave you when Minho came back with a bag in hand. Both of you proceeded to then leave the shop to go find your friends at the Three Broomsticks Inn.

Upon arriving at the Inn, you found your friends sitting together at a table, minus Changbin and Hyunjin who sat with their own friends that you recognize to be Chan, Jisung, Felix from Gryffindor, Jeongin from Hufflepuff and Seungmin from Ravenclaw.

“Can’t we sit together?” Minho asked, to which you scoffed at him but the smile on your face did nothing to hide your emotions.

“Are you seriously being clingy right now?” You teased, earning a roll of his eyes at you.

“What? I can’t sit with the girl I like to annoy most?”

“Unfortunately, no.” You said before walking towards your friends.

Minho did the same despite feeling slightly bummed that he would have to sit pretty far from you. All the while, he would occasionally steal glances over to you from across the room. Sometimes you’d catch him, sometimes you were busy laughing at something one of your friends said. Either way, Minho felt like he was drawn to you every time and that made him sneak glances at you repeatedly. After almost two hours of just hanging out at the Inn, it was time to head back to the castle so you all left the place.

Two weeks later, you were in the library to study for your upcoming exams. Though you’ve asked some of your classmates to join you for a study session, they weren’t as studious as you so they made excuses to not go to the library with you. Even so, you never got upset with them for you just said okay and left to head to the library by yourself. Just as you were seated diagonally on the table top right beside the shelves with a book in hand, someone snuck up behind you only to lean in close until you could feel their body warmth radiating off them.

You turned to look over your shoulder and saw Minho looming over you from behind. One arm resting against the bookshelves while the other hand was tucked inside his pant’s pocket.

“Do you ever not go to the library? This is like literally your second home.” Minho commented on your choice of location that differs from everyone else for the weekend.

“I have to study. I don’t want my grades to fall.”

“Y/N, you’re literally the smartest person I know. Your grades will never fall if you skip studying for just one day.”

“Minho!”

“Y/N!” Minho loudly whispered as you grew quiet, not knowing what to say to him. You decided not to stir up an argument with him since you’re in the library so you simply sighed in defeat and began to walk away. He trailed behind you until you were making your way towards the exit. That’s when he spoke up.

“Let’s go do something.”

“Why?”

“It’s Saturday. Everyone’s out of the castle.”

“I need to study.”

“Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you, there’s no need to study 24/7… You’re gonna ace it. Even you yourself know that.”

“I don’t wanna be overconfident, Minho. What if I flunk this time round? I can’t let that happen.”

“You’re overthinking again.” This made you scoff knowing it's true. With that being said, you let out a groan of frustration before you spoke up to him.

“Fine! Let’s go.” You said as he cheered to your reply. You quickly went to change out of your Ravenclaw uniform into something cosy since it was gradually entering the winter season. Once you were ready, you left your common room to find Minho waiting for you outside the Ravenclaw tower. You didn’t expect him to be there since you told him to wait for you at the quad instead.

You were about to walk down the steps when he suggested something that was surprising to you.

“I have an idea… but it might not be something you’re used to.”

“And that is…?”

“Well… we could go to town like everyone else is doing… or we could play quidditch without actually playing quidditch…” He said with a playful smirk creeping onto his face.

“So you’re basically suggesting to play catch in the quidditch pitch?”

“Are you up for it?” He asked. You thought for a solid few seconds, wondering how bad it would be if you got caught but hey… it’s okay to have a little fun once in a while… Right?

“Let’s go then.” You said, which made him smile brightly upon hearing this. Nevertheless, you went to the quidditch pitch with him, deciding to borrow the broomsticks that were available in your house tents. You flew out of the tent only to find Minho flying in circles around the entire circumference of the pitch. When he saw you hovering about 50 metres off the ground, he flew to you with a prominent smile on his face.

“Who’s the seeker and who’s the snitch?” He asked.

“Rock paper scissors?”

“Okay.”

He did the count for it, calling rock paper scissors before both of you pulled out a hand sign for your chosen item. He chose rock while you chose scissors. Minho took less than a second to decide to be the seeker which lands you with being the snitch. As soon as he counted to 3, you took off flying as fast as you could. You even went out of the pitch but still within the quidditch pitch area, avoiding going too close to the main castle grounds.

Both of you flew around for a couple of minutes with him being unable to catch you. Just then, you were flying straight into the ditch whilst turning back to look at him when Minho suddenly panics and shouts to you, “Watch out!”

This made you turn to look forward and you saw that the sand ditch was less than 10 metres away from you. With how fast you’re going, it’s impossible for you to curve up in time. And so, when you still tried to pull your broomstick up, the back of it crashed into the ditch. This great impact made you get thrown off your broom and crash into the ground in front. Your whole body bounced back off the ditch from how forceful it was but before you could collide into the ground again, a body crashed into you as you rolled onto the sand to a harsh stop.

The minute you stopped rolling, that’s when you slowly looked up to find Minho shielding your head by wrapping one arm around your head that buried your face in his chest while the other hand wrapped around your torso. Both of you were breathing heavily from all the chaos and tumbling around.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, earning a nod from you.

“Are you okay?” You asked him the same question after knowing he took most of the impact for you.

“I will be…” He said, making you huff. You carefully got off him, helping him up as well. When you were both back on your feets, you said that he should head back to his common room to rest. Deep down, he didn’t want to but he decided to just listen to you.

However, he promised himself not to suggest anything dangerous to you ever again.

Weeks passed by and you had a few days of school left before the festive holiday break which would be a solid 2 weeks. Returning back to Hogwarts after New Years. It was a chilly Monday morning. You had just finished your Herbology class and were walking towards the main castle with Yeeun and Sakura when Changmin’s voice called for you from behind. All three of you turned around to find Minho walking a few metres behind you along with Juyeon, Changmin and Seonghwa.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up with you later.” You said to the two girls as they nodded and continued walking. You stopped and stayed where you were until the boys came to you. Once they were in a line with you, that’s when your legs started walking again. With you being in between Minho and Juyeon.

“Are you going back home for the holiday season?” Juyeon asked, to which you shook your head as a reply. Some of them frowned upon seeing this, confused as to why you wouldn’t be going home to spend the holiday season with your grandparents.

“Why not?” Changmin asked, making you look down at your feet.

“My aunt is bringing my grandparents out of the country for the holidays. They just didn’t bother to wait till my holiday started.”

“What the hell? That’s so unfair! How could they sit you out on this one? You’re literally their family.” Juyeon said, making you shrug in defeat.

“My aunt has always neglected me ever since my parents died. Only my grandparents know how much I’ve tolerated her bullshit over the past years.” You sighed, not knowing how angry Minho was feeling upon this revelation. As the holiday season was getting closer and closer, and students were starting to pack up to go home for the 2 week break, you occupied your time by going to the library after school to either study or read. Since that was all you could do during the 2 weeks break while the castle is void of students and teachers.

However, you weren’t prepared for the plan someone had in store for you. It was the day before the break started, you were just walking to your potions class when Minho catches you down the hall and walks with you. And suddenly, he said, “Pack your bags by tonight.” making you frown.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re coming home with me for the holidays.”

“What?!” You yelled in surprise, not expecting this at all.

“I’m serious.” He said.

“I can’t, Minho! Your family… They hate muggles. You said it yourself. I can’t join your family for the holidays.”

“It’s gonna be fine.” Minho said nonchalantly as though it was nothing.

“Minho, you know I can’t go. I don’t belong there.”

“It doesn’t matter because you’re still going and that’s final.” He was adamant on this decision so you had no other choice. The next morning, you were contemplating leaving the Ravenclaw tower. Hoping he’d just leave you once he sees that you weren’t coming with him but Minho wasn’t easily persuaded by just actions. You were lounging in the Ravenclaw common room when a lady from a portrait outside the Ravenclaw tower walked over to the huge painting in the room to deliver her message to you.

“Dear, there’s someone waiting to see you.” She said.

“Who is it?”

“It’s a Slytherin boy. A handsome one too.” You knew right off the bat who it was and you knew there is no way you could easily run away from him so you sighed in defeat. You got up and followed her to the entrance, as you opened the door to reveal the main castle’s hallway and there stood prince charming in his Slytherin robe over his casual winter wear.

“Packed your bags?” He asked without a hi, causing you to cross your arm over your chest while leaning against the doorframe.

“Hello to you too…” You let out a soft scoff before you continued, “Is there a chance that I could convince you into letting me sit this one out?” You sounded hopeful even though you knew he’d say no.

“No.”

There it is.

“Minho, please?”

“Y/N, you’d rather stay here with the ghosts for 2 long weeks than with humans?”

“I can survive!”

“And spend your 2 weeks in the library everyday? Even Rowena Ravenclaw didn’t stay in the library that long.”

“Minho!”

“Y/N, hurry up and get your bags!”

“Fine!” You ended up raising your voice after failing to persuade him, walking in to go get your things.

Meanwhile, Minho looked at the woman in the portrait and asked, “Can I come in?”

“Can you answer the eagle’s puzzles or riddles?” He glanced over to the bronze eagle knocker that was guarding the entrance to the Ravenclaw tower before he said, “Nevermind.” He walked away to lean against the wall while waiting for you. When you finally came back out with your bags, Minho offered to carry them for you but you refused. He then led you to the quad where the transport for him was already waiting.

Both of you got onto the carriage as it began to take you further into the woods that would bring you straight to the Lee’s residence since he was indeed a pureblood which means he didn’t live in the muggle world. The journey to his home was occasionally filled with laughter, oftentimes just you slapping the crap out of him in annoyance. When you finally arrived outside his house, you instantly felt out of place. You felt like you didn't belong there and he knew.

“Just stick to me if you feel uncomfortable.” Minho said as he helped you with your main bag. He unlocked the door with a simple flick of his wand, making you stare in awe. He led you inside after closing the doors.

“Mom, dad, I’m home…” Minho said as you then heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Oh, my baby is back home! I’ve made your favourite beef-” Her words stopped the moment she locked eyes with you, clearly not expecting a visitor. Her smile washes away as she holds her head high to look down at you.

“Why did you bring a muggle into the house, Min?”

“Mom, be nice. She wasn’t going home for the holidays so I told her to come with me.” She was definitely displeased with his answer to which you already couldn’t help but hide yourself behind him.

“Your cousins and relatives are coming over this weekend. I want her out by then.”

“What?! Mom-”

“I said it! You better do it.” She said firmly, only for his father to join you at the front door. He frowns upon Minho but never greeted you the way she did. Instead, he opted for a small nod before telling Minho to obey his mother’s words. You, on the other hand, felt like it was a mistake to come here. So right after his father walked off, Minho asked you to follow him upstairs but you remained glued to the ground.

“Hey, forget what she said. Come on.”

“No.” You said firmly. Minho frowned at you, feeling uneasy after how his mother acted in front of you.

“Y/N-”

“No! I’m not staying here if I’m not welcomed. You can’t force me to stay. This is your home, not mine…” You paused as a tear was threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“I should go. Happy Holidays Minho.” You said, turning back to exit the house. You began to walk back down the path you came from without the carriage since it was long gone. You were halfway into the woods when you heard the sound of tyres crushing dead leaves on the ground behind you. You turned around to find Minho on a carriage coming towards you.

“Hop in.” He said.

“What?”

“Come on. I have a better idea.” Minho smiled as he stood up and gestured for you to throw your bags in. Once that was done, you grabbed his reached out hand and let him pull you up with ease. You sat next to him, asking where you were going but he said it was a secret.

After a few minutes of chatting, the carriage finally brought you back to the castle where both of you got down with your bags and started walking.

“Why are we here?” You asked him quietly, only to see him smile.

“If you can’t spend the holidays with me at my home, then I’ll spend the holidays here with you.” You were shocked at how easy he said that as if his relatives weren’t coming that weekend.

“What about your family? Minho, you should be with them.”

“And you should be with yours, yet they left you. No?” You grow quiet, not able to find the right words so he sighed.

“Look, there’s nothing much we can do here but at least you won’t be alone for the holiday season…” He tried to cheer you up and you couldn’t help but feel touched by his sweet gesture.

Throughout the next few days, you and Minho grew closer as surprising as it sounds. Every morning, he would wait for you outside the Ravenclaw common room to head down to the Great Hall together. He would tease and joke around with you like no other, making you feel less lonely. For that, you were actually grateful to have him here with you. Today was no different. It was the second last night before everyone came back from the holiday break which was also the night before New Years.

Minho decided to bring you to the lake to relax under the moonlight since there was no one guarding the entrances to the forests during that long holiday break. Once you were at the lake, you sat under a huge tree next to him. Not really speaking to each other but instead, enjoying the calm silent night. Minho stood up as he began to collect small flat pebbles and toss them horizontally onto the water surface to make them hop.

You silently watched him flick his wrist professionally everytime he threw a pebble into the lake. Suddenly, you didn’t know what washed over you but you spoke up what was on your mind.

“Thank you.” Your voice was soft, as if you were afraid he’d hear you but that wasn’t your intention.

You wanted him to hear you.

“What for?” He asked as he turned to look at you. You find his gaze intimidating, making you look down onto your hands in your lap. Avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

“For staying at the castle with me? You should’ve just stayed with your family.” You said as you picked on your cuticles out of anxiety. Minho noticed this but he didn’t wanna say anything.

“It’s fine… I needed an excuse to get away from them anyway. I’m sick of them bugging me to find a girlfriend every time I come home.”

“They want you to get a girlfriend?”

“Yeah… They keep telling me to date preferably a pureblood, Slytherin girl but have you seen the girls in Slytherin? I’d rather date McGonagall than them.” Minho shivered visibly, making you giggle.

So you teased him, “Are you saying you have a crush on McGonagall?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” Minho said, with a cheeky smirk. Your face distorts in disgust, earning a laugh from him.

“Eww, who knew you’re into old ladies.” You laughed while he just stood there with a smile on his face.

“Okay but seriously though? You can’t tell me there’s not even one girl in Slytherin who appeals to you?”

“Nope. No one.”

“That’s a lie.” You said.

“Would you believe me if I said I like someone outside of Slytherin?”

“I highly doubt it’s true but I don’t think it’s impossible.” You shrugged your shoulders, earning a roll of his eyes at you.

“Can you give me a name?” You asked.

“No.”

“Why? Are you shy?” You teased him, causing his ears to turn red.

“Hell no.”

“Okay, so then tell me.”

“No.”

“Fine, which house are they in?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“Y/N, you’re not a detective. Stop asking me questions!” He said firmly as he got up to leave so you followed behind him.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re shy. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“No.” You remained quiet until you decided to make it fair for him.

“I like someone too… But I don’t know if they feel the same about me. So how about this… Will you tell me their house if I tell you mine?” You spoke up softly. Minho stopped walking as he visibly contemplated it. You weren’t sure if you were ready to say it out loud but since you suggested it, it’s too late to back out now.

“Fine. Just their house, yes?”

“Yeah. Nothing more. I promise.”

“Same time?”

“Sure.”

Both of you faced each other and at the count of three, both of you said at the same time.

“Slytherin.”

“Ravenclaw.”

You smiled even though your heart was racing in your chest.

“See! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” You asked, making him sigh. Both of you continued walking in silence until you could see the wooden bridge that links to the quad. Snowflakes gently fall from the sky, coating the ground and yourselves. Right before you reached the end of the forest where it was just an open field that leads you to the start of the wooden bridge, you called his name softly. He turned around to look at you as he hummed in response while his soft eyes wandered in thought.

You weren’t sure if you should say it since you promised to keep it at the house and nothing more. “Nevermind… Just forget it.” You smiled as you walked past him to go straight to the wooden bridge. You were halfway through when his heavy footsteps rushed behind you only to feel him grab your wrist gently to avoid hurting you.

“You wanted to say something earlier right? Just say it.” He said but you were stubborn.

“It’s fine. We should go, it’s almost New Years. We can see the fireworks.” You said as you carefully unwrap his fingers from around your wrist only to tangle your fingers with his. You dragged him all the way to the end of the bridge and once you were in the quad, you glanced down at your wristwatch to find that you have 1 minute left before New Years.

“Are you ready for year 7?” He asked while walking along the sheltered part of the quad with your hands still locked together.

“Yeah… All that studying better pays off or else I’m gonna throw someone in the Black Lake.” You said.

“Please… You’re like the smartest Ravenclaw in our class that I know. You’re definitely gonna ace it.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m here…” You teased him as he began to defend himself.

“No! I’m serious!”

“Yeah right.” You laughed only to hear the fireworks go off.

“Minho look!” You said as you pulled him outside to the open quad where you could get a good look of the fireworks. Both of you were in awe by how beautiful it was, decorating the night sky with colour sparks as snowflakes fall down on you.

“Happy New Year Minho.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Happy New Year Y/N.” He said with a sweet smile on his face. Neither of you dared to do anything else but the tension was killing you… And him too apparently.

So with him being the man, Minho whispers under his breath, “Fuck it” before he tugs you into his chest while his other hand cups your face to guide you until your lips touched his. Your breath hitched in your throat but you were quick to melt into the kiss. Your hands find their way to his chest and up to his neck. Minho hugs your waist to keep you close to him, feeling him smile against your lips.

“I like you, Y/N… I always have.” He whispered when he pulled away, leaving you to smile shyly up at him.

“Well guess what?” You paused to see his reaction. When he nodded his head once with a cheeky smirk on his face, you cupped both sides of his face and said, “I like you too. But I don’t know if I can say the same about the other thing though.”

Minho laughed as he kissed you longingly again before saying, “It’s okay. As long as you like me back now, I’m fine with that.”

You pulled him down for another kiss before telling him to go inside because you were freezing out there. Once you were back in the castle, you asked if he wanted to hang out with you for a while in your common room. Which he easily said yes. When you finally made it to the Ravenclaw tower, you helped him enter by solving the riddle that would open the door to your common room. He followed you up to the girls dormitory where you knew everyone was gone for the holidays.

You led him to your bed, allowing him to sit while you kissed him. He scooted back until he was leaning against your bed frame, with you straddling his lap. His warm hands slide around your waist, hugging you in place after removing your thick outer layers that were shielding you from the cold weather outside. You were left in just a sweater and jeans while he was in a button down shirt, a sweater that you just removed from him and his jeans. Minho smirked as he kissed you again, squeezing your sides softly to your liking.

With both your hands gently holding his face, you kissed him with so much passion that you completely missed the footsteps approaching until you heard a soft scream behind you.

This made you and Minho flinch from shock, turning around to see a Year 1 student standing at the foot of the door. You panicked as she froze in her spot so you quickly said, “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

The girl nodded hurriedly before she left, slamming the door shut behind her. You let out a heavy sigh whilst burying your head in his shoulder out of embarrassment. Minho couldn’t help but laugh seeing your reaction earlier. You felt him kiss your cheek as he giggled in your ear softly.

“Are you that scared you’d get busted for sneaking me into your common room?” He asked.

“Of course I am! I don’t wanna get expelled, Minho!” You exclaimed as you pulled away to meet his eyes. He was staring up at you softly which was expected of him but you didn’t care.

“Relax baby. You know we can just cast a spell to make her forget she even saw this right?”

“I know but that’s against the rules.”

“Baby, when have I ever played by the rules?”

“Good point.” You said in defeat, earning a cheeky little kiss from him. After he gave you the umpteenth kiss, he finally rushed out of bed and excused himself for a second. He disappeared and came back a few minutes later only to tell you that he had already casted a spell on the girl to make her forget whatever happened during the past 15 minutes. He proceeded to lock the door and climbed back into bed with you, falling asleep in each other’s arms comfortably.

Spending the holiday with him wasn’t as bad as you thought. At least that made both of you realise how you felt for one another.

What a great way to start the new year.

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83rd Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Angel Dust/Lucifer – Part 2/3 – touch starvation; praise kink; shibari; dom/sub; emotional release; positive energy – Angel has a field day being a top for once. Doesn't hurt that Lucifer is being exceptionally cute.

(Happy Birthday to the dear prompter!!)

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“F-Fuck… that tongue- damn, babe-” Angel cuts himself off, his hips straining up off the couch, pushing his slender cock deeper into Lucifer’s maw.

He’s been a bit hesitant at first with touching him but the more he did, the wilder Lucifer has become, pushing into him like a cat in heat, panting open mouthed and with his forked tongue lolling out of his mouth even before they had gotten naked.

His heavy lidded eyes are still trained solely on Angel, watching him with a cockdrunk expression as he takes him as deep as the other can go, his tongue wrapped around Angel’s shaft a few times. It produces the wettest, oddest feeling but one that Angel is quickly becoming addicted to.

“Fuuuck- you’re such a good boy for me! Shit… ya wanna drink my cum? Hmmn? Wanna get daddy off?” Angel almost stumbles over the word. It feels alien calling himself daddy, especially when he’s got two hands gripping at his own chest fur, just holding on to his faux tits for dear life as he fucks the throat of the King of Hell. But it also feels really fucking good and really fucking right.

Lucifer’s heavy lids lower and raise again in the slowest, drugged up looking blink. His mouth opens, the tight suction seal he’s had around Angel breaking in favor for a low, delirious sounding moan. He’s so… eager for it all. So sensitive. Angel feels like he could make him cum just by telling him often enough what a good boy he is being… and maybe with a foot against his cock – and Lucifer would probably thank him for it because he’s surprisingly well-mannered and sweet despite the cocky attitude he showed off in the hotel the other day.

Angel likes both versions of him. But he likes the one that is going absolutely crazy for his spider cock the most at the moment.

“Alright… brace yerself, sweetcheeks,” Angel croons as he grabs him with two hands by the hair and roughly pulls him in until his slender cock is choking the Lord of Hell and he’s got the other’s face buried in the fluffy fur of his mound.

The feeling is… honestly out of this world.

.o.

It’s not the only round Angel has in him, of course. Not by far. Not when he’s got a fucking ticket to do whatever the Hell he wants to this man.

He’s got so many shit stuffed into his duffel bag and one of the first things he’s pulling out are his ropes. They’re broad and silky and hot pink; just perfect to hold Lucifer’s slender limbs as he binds him securely and starts to let him hang from the chandelier in his room.

Lucifer is… honestly fucking cute. He’s getting so quiet and shy as he lets Angel peel him out of his clothes and wrap him up in his silk rope. He’s just standing there, a flush on his cheeks that becomes slowly but surely a furious shade of red the more Angel touches him. Rounds him. Tickles him with the soft fabric that he loops around his forearms and biceps, pulling his hands up to his shoulders and rendering him… well, not helpless, but as helpless as the Lord of Hell will ever be, he supposes.

He’s just so unused to touch at this point, his cock straining and the golden tinged glans becoming a dark coppery shade with all the blood that’s filling it.

Lucifer looks absolutely luxurious.

He even makes a soft little sound of distress when his hoofs leave the ground once Angel starts pulling him up.

“Don’t ya worry! I’ve done this tons of times. Usually I’m in the ropes, but I haven’t fallen down yet. Damn you look so fuckin’ good up there!”

Angel triple checks the knots, albeit impatiently. Lucifer is swinging slightly through the air from his involuntary struggling, his eyes wide and nervous looking.

“Don’t look like that, big guy – it’s just like a circus act, ain’t it?” Angel grasps Lucifer’s face, stopping the slow, pendulous swing he has gotten himself into.

Lucifer barks out a nervous laugh, his fingers curling and relaxing against his shoulders. His eyes are flitting around the room but keep returning to Angel, staring at him with that forlorn expression that makes him look especially pathetic.

Angel cocks his head to the side, a finger tickling the Lord of Hell beneath his chin. “Hmmn? What is it?”

“Please-” Lucifer gasps suddenly. He’s twisting his body like a little worm, trying to squirm his way back out of the bindings that are firmly holding him. “Can I just… May I just eat you out again? I am not… I wasn’t done-”

He’s working himself up into a right state, his hoofs wiggling where they are sitting nice and secure against his buttocks.

Angel honestly can’t believe that he hasn’t had any for seven whole years, though… looking at the state of this room, he supposes it must be the truth. There’s no dick or pussy to be had when one doesn’t go out and this space reeks of misery and depression.

“Ain’t you a little darlin’,” Angel finally croons, cutting Lucifer off mid-begging. “But I know that you want something else even more than fuck your tongue through my holes until I squirt.”

Angel shudders with a pleased warm prickle at the thought, his fur briefly standing on edge with goosebumps. He has no doubt that Lucifer would be able to do that… and much, much more.

He brushes a hand over the other’s head, pushing back a few strands of hair that had been hanging into his wild eyes. “Because you’d’ve transformed long out of my bindings if you had wanted to eat me out so badly.”

Lucifer swallows thickly. His face falls and for a moment he looks honestly so gutted and close to tears that Angel feels like the biggest fucking heel. Hurriedly, he continues: “And I gotta say, I’ve been just dyin’ for a taste of your royal pussy myself… ya won’t leave li’l ol’ me waitin’ will ya?”

Lucifer swallows thickly. He shakes his head, eyes not leaving Angel’s gaze now that they are finally locked together. “No… no, I wouldn’t leave you waiting. You can take whatever you want. Whatever you need- please. I just want to-”

“Ya just wanna be a good boy and serve me. Fuck… you’re so damn cute!” For a moment, Angel isn’t playing up anything. He can’t help how he’s holding Lucifer’s face like one would a lover, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones.

The moment stretches until it feels just a little too real. Angel breaks it with a vapid little laugh and takes his hands off of Lucifer’s cheeks.

It does not go past him how the King tilts his head into it, chasing the touch for as long as possible before he just hangs there, looking small and delicious in Angel’s silk ropes.

He shakes himself out of the odd little mood he’s put himself on and instead rubs his six hands together, wandering around Lucifer. Oh, he can’t wait to hear the noises he makes when he’s getting his pretty hole played with.

#cyberratting writes stuff #angel/lucifer #hazbin hotel #touch starvation #dom/sub #dom!angel dust

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taito-division · 5 months ago

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ARB Birthday Special: Azusa Furukawa

~~ June 11th ~~

"Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world."

"...Hmm? Oh, I'm terribly sorry. My apologies, but when I'm meditating, I tend to forget the world around me. Is there something I can help you with? ...Hmm, what's this? A... present?"

"...For my birthday? ...Oh. Oh! That's... correct. Today is June 11th, the day of my birth. ...I... thank you. Thank you for both the present and for reminding me. I truly appreciate it."

Voice Lines:

"I was unaware that today was my birthday, but apparently, the good people of Taitō didn't. Many people have personally come to the dojo to wish me a 'happy birthday'. I've frequently told them that that is not necessary, not the least because I'm not good with interaction. *Sighs* I really wish I wasn't so shy sometimes..."

"My students threw me a little surprise party in the dojo for my birthday. It was really surprising, but also very sweet! I'm... I'm really glad that despite the dojo not doing well, they still have stuck by me through thick and thin. It's truly appreciative. I'm extremely grateful for every last one of them. Thank you all."

"My father was well enough to sit up and walk around today. He told me that today wasn't the day for him to be lying in bed. I told him to take it easy, but he wouldn't listen and insisted on being allowed to move about. 'Today is the day of my daughter's birth!' he said. 'I'll not let my body deter me from being allowed to celebrate it!' *Sighs* He's so stubborn..."

"Fleuret-san. It is good to see you. ...Thank you for the birthday wish, my friend. It is truly appreciative. ...The dojo is... persevering. I've managed to pay a little bit of its debt off. And before you ask, no I cannot accept any money from you. I'm sorry, but as I stated before, this burden is mine, but thank you, nonetheless. ...Thank you, Fleuret-san. I appreciate it, really."

"So, what did you bequeath me on this day? ...Oh. A... painting? Is... that Tomoe Gozen? ...Oh my. Thank you so much, Fleuret-san. I will be sure to hang this in my bedroom. ...Thank you, my friend. I really appreciate it."

"Hello, Eldrid-san. I'm glad to see you. ...Thank you for the birthday wishes. They mean a lot. ...My father is fine. He felt good enough to walk around, despite my advice that he shouldn't. ...Haha. True enough. So, what did you happen to give me on today? ...Ah, some wind chimes. ...Yes, the ones hanging outside were getting old and falling apart. Thank you, Eldrid-san for this. It is very much appreciative."

Fleuret Lines:

"A most joyous happy birthday to you, Azusa-san. I hope it is going well for you. ...It is fine. But how are you doing? And more important, how is the dojo? You know that I can loan you some money. It is no trouble. *Sighs* ...Very well, my friend. But please, if you are struggling, do not hesitate to ask for help. ...You are welcome, Azusa-san."

"Now then, here is my gift to you. ...It is Tomoe Gozen, the famous female Samurai, or at least my depiction of her. ...Thank you very much, Azusa-san. I spent a while making sure it was good enough to show, but I am glad you like it. ...You are welcome, my friend. Again, happy birthday."

Eldrid Lines:

"What up, Azusa? Happy birthday to you. ...No problem. Glad to see you're doing well. Speaking of which, how's your old man? ...Well, he's stubborn like that, a trait I can admire, believe it or not. ...Ha, whatever! Anyway, here. I noticed your old wind chimes were going bad, so I decided to get you some new ones. I hope you like them. ...No problem, Azusa. Happy birthday again!"

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jut-and-dae-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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Birthday Boy 💗

A Changbin Birthday Drabble bc I love him and August 11th is my favorite day of the year.

Binnie is fr the type who loves his birthday but doesn’t make a huge deal out of it. He just happily accepts whatever birthday wishes he’s given. So when you, his partner who loves and adores him more than anything in the world, decides to make this birthday special, you go all out.

The morning starts with special breakfast, seaweed soup with all of his favorite banchan and a protein shake. He’s already elated with this, but little does he know the day has only just begun.

While he’s working during the day, you’re decorating his dorm for his surprise party. Pink and black streamers all over the room, balloons, all of it. The cake Felix had helped you bake resting on the counter with a cute yet sloppy “Happy Binnie Day!” Iced on top. Next to it, a pile of wrapped gifts in different sizes stacked up in a pyramid.

You put on the party hat with his face on it on your head as Chan sends you the text that they’re arriving in a few minutes.

When the boys enter, they shove Changbin to the front with knowing smiles. He frowns at them, commenting about them acting weird before taking in the decorated apartment.

“Happy birthday, baby!!” You cheer, popping your confetti popper with a wide smile.

He’s shocked but his smile is the widest you had ever seen it. He wraps you in his arms, giggling and kissing your cheeks over and over mumbling I love you’s between each kiss.

Yeah, August 11th should be declared a world wide holiday. This man deserves it.

(Pls reblog if you enjoyed it!! Binnie deserves all the love fr)

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animusvenenatus · 16 days ago

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( jesse williams, 43, cis man, he/him) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that TRENT SHAW is a JANITOR that works in SECTOR 3. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of SENTIENT DIGESTIVE SYSTEM. That must be why they’re CHARMING and SCATTERED. If you ask me, they remind me of maggots squirming inside of rotting meat, a bubbling anger threatening to spill over, black eyes and split lips. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

basic information:

character name: trent shaw

nickname(s): oogie

birthday: december 11th

sexuality: bisexual

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

3 positive traits: comical, generous, loyal

3 negative traits: clumsy, reckless, egotistical

biography (optional): tba!

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? i mean, sol city isn't exactly full of glamour and glitz, but trent enjoys it. there's plenty of fun to be had, and plenty of people to sleep with! they haven't always lived here. unfortunately for trent, he lived with his stinker of a brother (ezra) for a while.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not? never trust anyone! trent is a very guarded person, due to things he's been through. he doesn't trust the council because he thinks anyone who is in a position of power will always turn to a corrupt lifestyle if it suits them.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? he chose it. being a janitor isn't for the weak of heart, but it suits him because of his mutation. his little wormy friends get to feed on the grim leftovers that he gets to clean up!

what’s one object that they always keep on their person? his mother's rosary beads, and a photo of his daughter, dotty.

mutant only section

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)? sentient digestive system

are they gen i or gen ii? gen ii

what can your character do? what are their strengths? the ability to have creatures pose as one's digestive system instead of having a regular digestive system. he can telepathically communicate with his little gut worms.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses? if you steal his worms, he will starve. please don't steal his worms!

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them? he is ezra's brother and does not support his grim shenanigans! he also has an 8 year old daughter, and her mutation is venomous saliva glands.

#intro: trent

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not-alien-girl-v · 8 months ago

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Immaculate Eggception (K.A.)

warning: like everything. it’s graphic. don’t read it.

note: happy birthday grayson!!!

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It was a dark and stormy night. Kai Anderson’s blue hair clinged to the sides of his face due to the rain. The power hadn’t gone out yet, but he knew it was soon to leave. The car rolled to a stop in the driveway. He turned the headlights off, shifted the car into park and pulled the handbrake. Pulling his hood up for cover, he ran through the quick journey from the car to the front door.

Winter is almost over, just 8 more days, and the snow has abandoned the earth, but the raging showers of spring are becoming prematurely present. Kai knows this day above all else. Today is the 11th of March, which, to the cult, might as well be Christmas.

Claire lied sleeping on the couch in the basement. It was crummy, and smelled rather stale, but she considered herself lucky to not be locked up at the moment. A restless sleep on a gross couch is better than nothing. Violet and Levi had already prepared in accordance with the annual ritual; they had bathed in the blood of a newborn calf and dressed themselves in white silk from head to toe. They had already made their way to the ‘bomb shelter’ in the basement. They were ready to fulfill their roles.

Kai pounced into the kitchen, ripped out a metal tray and plapped a heap of slop and a bountiful serving of gruel upon it. He drizzled a sedative atop the serving to ease the pain. As a cult leader, he found himself able to hook himself up with pharmaceutical connections, and at this point in time, he could probably get any medicine on the market for a fraction of the price with no prescription.

Carrying it down the stairs, he could hear the whimpering cries already. He reached the basement, eyed Claire in her sleep and wondered if for only a moment, she understood the severity of the situation. Sure, she understood what happens on this day every year from a surface level, but was she aware of the personal impact she’s made on it? Does she ever feel guilt? Remorse? Anything at all? He regarded the door, metal, solid, heavy, and stable. Padlocked shut and lock chained together. There was hardly any getting in or out.

That is, if you’re not Kai Anderson. He took out the key, which he kept on a necklace chain around his neck. This was his dirty little secret; a guilty pleasure, if you will.

The room was essentially a prison cell. Ironically enough, all other months of the year, this pocket of the house is utilized as a storage closet for cleaning products, board games, old clothes, all the things that fall through the cracks in a house.

He unlocked the door, seeing Levi and Violet inside. There was a bare mattress on the floor in the corner, greasy, and bloodstained. The chains of his shackles rang throughout the room as he pulled at his restraints. It was time.

“Cluck cluck, my silly little goose,” Kai spoke to the man on the floor, on the brink of something big. Something unnatural.

You see, it wasn’t always this way.

Grayson was a devoted member of the cult, once upon a time. However, the cult eventually fell on hard times. It started during a lethal snowstorm. The cult was snowed into this very house, with little rations left as the long, unrelentingly cold days dragged on.

They were quick to turn to cannibalism, as Claire had contracted a deadly influenza, seemingly on the brink of death. It would be quick. It would be easy. And they would never have to speak of it again.

But Grayson, with his heart of gold, could not stand to see a poor girl be eaten by hungry cult members, not when he had a valuable secret to share.

Though, if he knew where it would lead him, he would have let her die that fateful day.

He informed Kai, in the most straightforward and simple way, that it’s a health condition. He was born with it. An issue in his hormones or a problem with his chromosomes. Whatever the cause was, the result was undeniable: Grayson had the freakish ability to lay eggs.

No, they were never fertilized, as he had yet to lose his virginity. He oftentimes feared to see the outcome of seeing one large, cream colored egg hatch open, some sort of eldritch horror residing inside. But that will never happen, at the rate of things now.

Had he told anyone else of his ability, he would have been fine. He probably would have been on a beach in Cabo by now. But that’s not what happened.

At first, his condition was seen as a gift from above. He was sacred, his body was sacred; Grayson expected to be treated like a king. For a time, he was. For as long as the harsh winter went on, he was given the highest treatment. It almost felt as though he himself was the divine ruler.

But then, winter ended. Grocery trips were made, food was bountiful and plentiful, yet Kai still demanded eggs. Something about the taste, the texture, actually seeing them ooze out of Gray’s body. It was exhilarating. Addicting. Kai was not willing to give it up.

Gray tried to refuse but there’s no saying no to Kai. In fact, Kai preferred it when Gray resisted. He perceived the entire experience as wildly erotic, and Kai is known for not containing his lustful desires.

Gray moaned in agony mixed with a foreign pleasure. Violet gasps, “it’s nearly time now, divine ruler. Take your place. You won’t want to miss this.”

Today the time has come for Grayson's monthly expulsion. Or rather, his holy event of bringing to light God’s great gift of hard-shelled wombs, his eggs. To perfect this portion of the ritual, Kai takes the step of turning on the song ‘Amber’ by American rock band from Omaha, Nebraska, 311. Tears slipped from Gray’s eyes at the sound of this dreaded song.

Every month, Gray birthed exactly 12 eggs; round, smooth, perfect, delicious as could be. The pushing of Gray’s devilishly yokeish yolks brought the greatest arousal to Kai's downstairs area. Gray's naked, shackled writhing on the floor exposes the first of approximately twelve round bumps portruding out of right above his crotch area. His pussy, if you will.

“It begins.” Kai enunciated. “Keep his legs open. I have a feeling the eggs will need more musty air.” On the side, Kai manufactured musty air out of a special air concoction from his suspicious encloves.”Hm. Spread them right against the wall. My musty air will allow his joints great flexibility. That birthful pussy needs to be open tonight.”

Vi and Levi spread and bolted Gray’s legs against the wall as he screamed in agony. The musk air Kai exuded didn’t really help all that much. He thinks it just rebuilt his torn muscles and ligaments so he’d be stuck in prime egg laying position for the rest of his life. Or a day. Gray arched his back in exhilarating pain. On the wall he looked like a masterpiece, Kai thought, a Renaissance work that sunk ecstacy deep into all of Kai’s bones. A twisted, dark, dirty crucifix; Jesus dying on the cross to birth lustful sins.

The rounded shape of the egg parting his vessel to be squeezed out into the world was all too familiar and anticipatory for Gray; in its accompaniment of fear and thrill at the same time. In its meaning for him as the only event that takes place in his life anymore. In that it is different every time, but still predictable. The first egg was always the hardest, the shield of the rest of his batch. Kai would fry them all the same though. That fact doesn’t help the egg push out faster.

Kai watches the glistening egg emerge out from Gray’s tunnel. To him, the first is always the most exhilarating, getting him truly revved up for the show to come. And come it did. Gray panted and clenched, and the egg popped out into the soft nest laid under Gray. “Aaahhhhnnhhhmmm…” Kai keened. He arched his back on instinct, pushing himself towards Gray and his first egg of the month. He glanced at it for a second for cracks, then eagerly drew his view up Gray’s blushing nether region to see the next egg. “Hahhhh…Oh?”

Instead of the usual one special egg coming out at a time, Kai could see something better. Doubly better. The round peaks of two small eggs peeked out of his clucking comrade, side by side. Two eggs. At once. His eyes widened in awe and dirty curiosity for the feeling of two eggs being pushed out at the same time from Gray.

“Whuh…what is it..?” Gray could feel something odd, or perhaps, even, in himself this time. Kai drops down on the floor to his knees and arms, but with his ass up and legs opening, a dangerous, dirty downward dog pose that he usually only pulled out after Gray’s fifth or seventh egg.

“Cuckoo cuckoo, my goopingful goose, for it is true that there’s about to come two.” Pant. “At once. Two eggs.” Kai’s voice trembled in excitement.

“Eeuuugrrrgghhh…” Yeah, Gray could definitely feel the two clinging eggs now. Pushing them out intact would be a bit hard. He couldn’t even spread his legs any further or you’d be able to perfectly fit a pizza against him at its side after 5-6 slices had been taken out of it.

Kai was groaning and whining while he could see the shape of the eggs mold Gray’s hole to a shape resembling infinity. It reminded him that that was how long Gray would be laying eggs for him by his own command, and he moaned even more gutturally. The eggs stretched Gray out, trying so hard to slip past his sucking barrier. Kai reveled in how Gray let out breathy, pleading moans at the stretch. He panted haard and heaved, and the eggs finally popped out [Pop bop!] in near unison. They landed wetly into their nest. His goose contributed to their wetness a little more, and Kai could just feel his blood rushing everywhere throughout his pleased body.

After that, it was easy for the eggs to just keep coming. A fourth, and Gray shuddered in violent thrill. A fifth, and Kai twisted his head to breathe in the future taste of the eggs. Sixth egg, halfway, and Gray could feel the devil calling, pushing and pushing him to the edge. Seventh, eighth, Kai took off his shirt to expose his inked cult devotion, and gyrated his crotch against the lust-filled air.

By the ninth slippery wet plop, Gray felt the agonizingly arousing tension coming to a peak. At the tenth, Kai felt his resistance doing the opposite. Egg number ten was suspiciously easy to pop out, its moderate size seeming smaller from the unusually wide stretch and hollow exhale of Gray’s hole. It was as if the egg was being pushed out rapidly by something bigger schlicking its way through his tunnel. It made Kai lick his lips, thrust his hips. He could feel that shit coming alright.

Gray’s tunnel was absurdly widened in its middle, but his actual displayed hole seemed like it had been closed more. Kai didn’t know how he didn’t notice it before, but now nearing Gray’s exit, the large average foot-sized bulge was impossible to ignore. (“ore” ass) This could only mean one thing. His scandalous little egg birther had become pollinated with wet life. Immediately Kai’s interested nipples hardened and peaked.

In his head, Kai tsked disapprovingly. No one should have had, could have had, come in his strong room to spread their seed and fertilize Grayson’s exclusive delicious eggs. He told himself he was conflicted on whether Gray really birthing an egg was enticing or not. But he knew his true answer. Either way, he’d have to wait until Gray squelched it out fully.

“Mmmmh. Come on my gray little goose. Take your time, except I wanna see how this big egg of yours oozes. Tick tock, my birthing cock.” Kai twitched his eyebrows and sniffed Gray’s heat further. Gray shivered, and then Kai could see the beginnings of a round brown egg through his ummm pussy. Kai gasped, and moaned “Hooohhhuuuhhhhhahh…” Just the visible surface of the egg was already as wide as his fist. Drool dripped down the corners of Kai’s mouth. Gray slurped up the drool that tried to escape from his own. He’d never laid an egg this large before; didn’t even feel it until it was about to come out now. It was zapping all the electric dirty parts of his body. He panted moistly into the humid air, and clenched himself. But this only made the egg go back inside him.

“NH-..NO! NO!” Kai yelped.

“FUCK!” shouted Gray. “JESUS,” Although he wasn’t sure he’d listen to him, “It- It’s fucking ..mmh! Coming out, o-okay? God, I’m…” But Kai didn’t get to know what he’m. For Gray’s face tightened up, and Gray’s hole widened open. He tilted his hips forward, and the wide tip of the egg began to breach the confines of Gray’s sensitive muscles.

Kai watched in reverence for his goose, witnessed the holy meal his angel was expelling into the dark world. More valuable than a golden egg, laid by a fantasy goose from a giant’s kingdom in the sky, worth all the riches he could think of. His egg layer squeezed hard, slick dripping out around the rounded brown lump. Gray’s exit had now gotten to meet the widest circumference of the egg, the middle. It was glistening slippery like the rest of it, but the brown was fading into a medium green.

Kai’s mind was going erratic at the sight. His impulses were becoming harder to fight. His member was leaking in how much artwork it craved for more. He couldn’t wait for what round warmth was in store. Coming out of store he means. He dripped with the sweat of lust, and looked deep into Gray’s pleading eyes. “Gray…” He breathily, desperately moaned. “Push it out for me now. Make the egg wetter and bring it out. Listen to your master, my miracled one.”

Gray’s speechless lips smacked together lewdly. (I FUCKING HATE THIS ) He oozed and oozed, squished and clenched harder and harder with Kai’s accelerating heaves, feeling every pleasurable curve of the egg, until…the egg was launched out.

It missed the basket; it landed squarely or roundly in Kai’s awaiting hands. Kai moaned. “AAAAUHGGGHHGG HHHHAAAAAUGGGHHHNNNHHHH…!!!” Gray slumped down, head hanging, inhaling and exhaling shudders from his intensely dirty stimulation. To Gray, the egg was perplexing. Disturbing, because of its blend from pink to green to brown. An unpleasant gradient, that instead of knocking at his door, had come out of his own exit.

To Kai, the egg was the most exhilarating experience he had ever witnessed. He wouldn’t tell Gray, but his nipples were, excitingly, leaking, and his pants were downright wet. The warmth of the egg in his palms…he knew Gray had not been fertilized by another. This was the work of God, and Gray was The Holy Virgin, the angels, Jesus himself maybe, in all his miracles. The scent of the egg made him heady. He got up on his knees and threw his head back, exposing his wet spot although he didn’t care. “HHHRRRRGGGRRRAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!”

Meanwhile, Gray felt one last egg squirt out of his hole briskly, given more ease by his widened tunnel. He heard Kai thrusting the air again and talking about the potent pheromones of his twelfth egg, at which his glimmering egg exuder fluttered.

It was over. Kai gathered all of Gray’s eggs into their egg basket, which had the hair of Gray and Kai woven into it. “Unbolt his legs now. It is over.” With Gray’s bountiful egg batch, he entertained the idea of inserting the eggs into someone else. Someone more naughty than his magnificent egg layer. “Happy Birth day, Gray. Heh heh. Winner winner, chicken dinner. Until we cluck next time.”

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