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megandog21 · 2 years ago

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So, I was thinking about a sequel, and I thought "What if Kamek asks King Boo for help, the events of Luigi's Mansion happen, and it turns out that it was a distraction so that Kamek can get Bowser out of Peach's castle without problem"

Then @multicolour-ink asked "Why would Kamek ask for help if he has magic?" so this is what went through my mind (based on many "assumptions")

When Mario and Luigi get the super star, Kamek basically disappears from the movie. I think it's because, knowing the power that the star delivers to its user, he knew it was a losing battle, so, if in the absence of Bowser he is the second in command, it would be logical that he would do damage control.

Suppose Junior and the Koopalings exist, that would make Kamek responsible for a kingdom, an army and 8 children who respect Bowser, but not Kamek so much, so they need more vigilance.

Even if he can just get in and get Bowser out of the castle, it would be a time where he would leave things unattended, the kids could get in trouble, and considering that the Mushroom Kingdom is in league with the Kongs, and two humans who proved to be quite skilled, it could cause more trouble than it's worth .

From the wedding scene, we know that the Koopa kingdom is allied with at least King Bob-Omb and King Boo*. King Bob-Omb is dead or recovering after the explosion, so the other option is King Boo.

Under the excuse of being very busy, Kamek asks King Boo for help, since it is easier to organize a meeting than to plan an attack. All he has to do is promise King Boo benefits and give him the facts he has, like that Luigi was easy to capture and that Mario would do anything to save him, possibly ask for help from the Kongs, leaving the Mushroom kingdom unprotected enough to get Bowser back.

Then King Boo has a plan, he sends an invitation to Luigi to his mansion to capture him and waits for Mario to arrive.

The problem is that no one counted on two things:

Mario is impulsive

Mario is naturally overprotective, but is now even more alert after the events of the first film.

Therefore, Mario, perhaps accompanied by Toad, arrives before Luigi, and is easy to capture. And Luigi might be accompanied by DK, but he wouldn't raise an army, Luigi is more cautious and not prone to conflict. Probably, DK being just as impulsive as Mario, would also be captured, leaving Luigi alone with E. Gadd. Might meet Polterpup on the way.

Another guess is that Yoshi is relevant, considering that his egg hatched in the sewers connecting Brooklyn to the Mushroom Kingdom, the brothers would find it quite soon, either right at the time of hatching, or a bit later, mistaking Luigi for his mom (Mama Luigi). So, either Yoshi follows Luigi to the mansion, or Luigi leaves him with Peach while he goes to find Mario (possibly that would make Peach ask DK to accompany Luigi) distracting Peach enough.

Assuming now that Mario, Toad and DK can talk while trapped, either because the portraits move like in LM1 or because they are all in a dark pocket dimension whose only window to the outside is the portrait they are in, that would be a curious conversation. Toad is sure that the princess will save them (she won't), DK will be blaming Mario, and Mario will be freaking out because his little brother is facing ghosts alone. He would only calm down a bit if King Boo came to make fun of him saying that Luigi is a coward, then he would remember all the times Luigi supported him despite being scared culminating in the memory of Luigi saving him with a manhole cover. He says "My brother is not a coward" with a confident smile, teasing King Boo.

Going back to Kamek, with King Boo's distraction he can plan a small sneak attack to get Bowser out, but that little moment is enough for the Koopalings to sneak out to attack the castle and get Bowser out without Kamek's permission, and though Bowser is proud, he will be very upset with Kamek for "neglecting" the children.

So, as part of the comedy, even though Kamek would be justified in taking all those extra steps, the ending would be pointless, it would all result in him getting into trouble and also losing a valuable ally when Luigi caught King Boo.

[Now this is not relevant, but before I said "King Boo*" since I have a theory. King Boo (from Luigi's Mansion) is the true king, while the King Boo we see in sporting events and in the movie is a representative of the kingdom since the true king does not tolerate mortals. King Boo from Super Mario Sunshine? possibly an impostor or other representative sent by the real king since he didn't want to deal with Junior...I don't know, it's a theory I have because I love how intimidating King Boo's design is from Luigi's Mansion]

Wow, this was a lot longer than I intended, but I hope it makes sense.

Do you think they’ll keep Bowser as the main villain in the inevitable sequel?

If not him I could see Wart as he’s rarely used so you can get a lot of leeway on his character and if not him then maybe Cackletta and Fawful but I would save them for a third movie.

Side note (because I've been meaning to bring this up but haven't had the chance to): I honestly thought the post credit scene was going to show Kamek hatching a plan to rescue Bowser. He's not even seen anywhere; you would think he would be plotting on getting his king back!

Considering that the games are pretty infamous at this point of having Bowser as a final villain no matter what (see the M&L series as a prime example) it wouldn't surprise me if the sequels introduced the other villains, and then had Bowser be the "final boss" at the very end. Whether by manipulation, possession, or just his own choice, doesn't matter.

But then again, while this can be accepted in the games, in the movies it will be too noticeable and critisied by audiences: so they're gonna have to shake it up.

They could do stories like Super Paper Mario (where Bowser isn't the final boss), or just change things up a bit with existing stories.

Like say if they did Dream Team

(spoilers for the game!)

they just have Antasma as the main villain, and completely omit the alliance and the Dreamy Bowser fight at the end.

If they DID have Kamek rescue him in the post credit scene, then they could've false advertised that Bowser was going to plot a revenge scheme. Only for the sequel to come round, and a new villain is introduced and Bowser has to throw out the revenge plot in order to team up with the heroes. That would be hilarious!

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goldenempyrean · 2 years ago

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could you use “I thought you said that you were feeling better?” and “Can I lie on you?” with wandanat x reader, where nat is sick and absolutely miserable?

Here We'll Stay

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〚 Summary - Nat's sick, so you and Wanda do your best to take the very best care of her. Cuddles and more ensue. 〛

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Nat had been sick for a couple of days now, and it was really knocking her out. She had been scheduled to take off on her mission, it was only as both you and Wanda went to wave her off that you’d both realised that she was sick, her crimson red nose gave her away instantly, but unsurprisingly the redhead had still been planning to go ahead with her job despite feeling utterly miserable. Which meant it had taken several hours of coaxing, bribing and nagging to finally get the sick woman call off her mission and go back to bed to rest. It was a good thing you did too because only a few hours later the poor assassin could barely sit up to blow her own nose, the thought of her almost going out on her own in this condition was one that made you shudder.

Her nose was a swollen mass from the incessant sniffling, and the skin beneath it was an angry, raw red from all the irritation. She looked thoroughly exhausted, and her voice had been reduced to a low, hoarse croak while her eyes held a feverish haze to them as they drifted between Wanda and yourself.

You sat close by her, occasionally brushing your palm across her forehead. Each time hoping that she’d be somewhat cooler despite, hoping for the burning fever raging through her body to release her from its sweaty grasp.

“Baby, her fever won't have gone down yet. It’s only been a few hours,” Wanda murmured softly after you raised your hand to check again. She knew you were worried, you both were, “I’ll go and see if we have any medicine.”

Wanda quickly disappeared into the bathroom, remerging a few minutes later with an orange bottle along with one of the small handtowels that you kept it the bathroom which had clearly been run beneath the cold tap, “I thought this would help a bit too.” She explained and you gave an agreeing nod as she came to sit beside Nat on the bed, “Hey sweetie, this might be a little cold okay? But it’s going to help a lot, I promise. But can you take these for me baby?” She shook the pill bottle, letting two pills fall into her hand.

Nat did as told, swallowing the pills without so much as a complaint. She felt herself shiver impulsively as Wanda lays the cool cloth over her forehead, but the coolness is a much-welcomed sensation.

It's an hour or so later and you find yourself watching Wanda as she expertly nurses the feverish assassin. She has a talent for it, and she always did her best to care for both of you whenever you got sick. While you tried your very best to help, it was more than obvious that Wanda was the most skilled out of the pair of you.

“Is there anything else you need baby, how are you feeling?” You found yourself asking as you ran your hand through Natasha’s damp hair

Nat pretended to think for a moment. In truth she knew exactly what she wanted – no, craved. “I feel a little better, but could we maybe all cuddle for abit?” She sniffled before quickly adding, “I’m cold.”

You gently stroked her hair as you glanced over at Wanda. It's a silent inquiry between the two-of-us and she responds with a knowing nod. "Of course, you can." You smiled as Nat shuffled up to lay in the centre of the big bed, letting you and Wanda slip in at both sides.

“Can I lie on you?” The small whisper came from the redhead nuzzling beside you, her glassy-green eyes looking up at you pitifully. How could you say no to such a cute face like that. Especially when only moments later she was wracked by harsh thick coughing which only soothed after both you and Wanda rubbed her back.

“Aw baby, I thought you said you were feeling better,” You pouted, pulling Nat up onto your stomach, letting her lie all over of you, her warm skin pressed against her own. The poor thing barely had the energy to pull away from you, instead she ended up stifling a set of sneezes against the fabric of your shirt.

“Hh…Hh-h'ktshi! Hehh..hhHxxnt!”

“Should I go grab some more tissues?” Wanda asked, as she swiped the last tissue from the box beside her, tending to Nat’s sniffles with it.

“Don't go-” The redhead interjected before curling into you as she coughed harshly, the sound rattling in her chest, “I want you both here.”

"We’re both here, and here we'll stay," You tell her with a comforting smile as you wrap my arm around her. My cheek came to settle on her head, and you hummed contently feeling Wanda cuddle up against the both of you. Its moments like this that you savour. It keeps you together, "Whatever you need, alright? For however long you need it, We’ll both right here for you.”

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bluemoondust · 2 years ago

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✮Day 10✮ Cockwarming

˚⭒· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ft. Aizawa Shōta/Eraserhead — BNHA

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I didn't think I would write this much just for the slow burn to the prompt, but I actually do want to make a part two of this with it actually happening, so oof. But yeah,,, this is basically a slow burn.

Summary: It was a long time coming, if Aizawa had anything to say about this whole situation.

General + Warning(s): Stalking, Drugging, Noncon Touching, Kidnapping

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Aizawa can say he's a patient man, if asked, though he will admit that on certain days that patience runs thin. He can wait for what he's looking for without complaint; all good things come to those who do as the saying goes. What he didn't anticipate is how careless you were.

Every second he glances at you, it's the same. Someone who clearly doesn't know the true nature of the world... Or perhaps you do, but you certainly can't handle it on your own. It's a pity to hear about the little things in your life. A pro hero, living alone, in constant danger to potential people who could simply overpower you if you weren't careful enough. The downside of being a known hero, whether big or small, everyone knows who you are. Your name is out there, and that's all that someone needs to track you down.

It wasn't like Aizawa was putting you down, no, you misunderstand. Well, maybe he does view you as someone who doesn't know better in some aspects. He respects your somewhat wary nature. It's obvious that you're very aware of the potential dangers of the world. He's seen it when you refuse to give personal information to anyone like the press and such or when you keep your drink extra close to yourself. He chuckles at the sight.

No, there is some endearment towards you when he puts so much regard into the life you live. It's only because he cares, is what he tells himself. So, he tests you.

Aizawa wonders if you ever catch the little hints of someone ever trailing around you or how certain things in your home are shifted. If you did, then you're good at hiding that fact. He could imagine the possible expression on your face once it clicks to you. What measures will you take to calm your paranoia? Will you keep these concerns to yourself? Fight them on your own?

If you do, he simply shakes his head as he clicks his tongue. Well, aren't you careless. It's like you're begging for someone to help you. He just wished you'd use your words more than just give silent signs.

Oh, but what does get under his skin is when you're stubborn.

Empty promises of getting better sleep or remembering to eat causes a deep frown to form on his face. You're fine, you say. Everything is good, you tell them. Bullshit. Aizawa knows perfectly well that you stayed up later than usual to either do work or impulsively entertain yourself. Even so, the dark circles under your eyes and lack of focus would have given it away if he didn't know what you were doing the other night.

You certainly do like to push, or rather, avoid confrontation. Though it does still push his buttons either way.

If no one will get through that thick skull of yours, then he will before this behavior gets destructive.

"Hm? What's this for?" Your eyes were fixated on the treat and drink Aizawa had placed before you.

He took a sip of his own drink as he let out a breath. Working late again, aren't you? It wasn't necessary, but with your slight paranoia that someone was sneaking around your home, it's probably why. Avoiding it won't do anything. You'll never escape his sight.

"You skipped lunch."

Your lips formed a straight line while your brows furrowed. You really did forget. "Ah, yeah. Hero work has been keeping me busy lately." Nodding your head, you gave a soft smile, "Thank you, Eraserhead."

The pro hero glanced over what you're working on. Mostly likely relating to the pro you were working for. A part of him was glad you didn't have your own agency. It'd make things more difficult. Plus, too much work...

"Aizawa is fine. We're not on duty."

It seemed like you just remembered that the two of you weren't at a usual work setting and just in a regular coffee shop. You clear your throat, "Ah... Yes. Thank you, Aizawa. I appreciate the kind sentiment."

He gives you a nod, acknowledging your words even if his mind was elsewhere. To be completely honest, the gesture seemed a little out of nowhere for you. Aizawa and you have talked before—more times than you expected from someone like him. You seemed him as a fellow coworker and maybe a friend. Nothing beyond that. Still... It struck you as odd that he knew you skipped lunch, but you didn't ask for several reasons. Even so, he did go out of his way to buy something for you and despite your mind wondering if he wants something from you, you accept it.

Maybe it was obvious to him? He was someone who could pick up the smallest details, so it wouldn't be a stretch that he could simply read you in a matter of seconds.

You could hear him start to speak about work. Huh. This is the most you've talked with him. You didn't peg him as someone who regularly chatted. More aloof, as you'd describe.

His voice is soothing. Holding back a yawn, you decide to take a sip of the coffee he gave you to wake you up. It seems like the exhaustion is finally catching up with you. You just couldn't let him see you like this, it'd just bring more attention to yourself. That's something you don't want. He probably has so much on his plate.

You breathed out deeply after taking another sip, well, more like a few swigs. The tension slowly left your shoulders. Your mind paused for a moment, missing something Aizawa had relating to patrolling the streets. Perhaps a break is what you need. Sleeping a full eight hours in your cozy bed seemed good.

You shut your eyes.

"Right... Just sleep."

A sharp gasp escapes you as you open your eyes; heart rate picking up. Where... Was this? You fell asleep...? No, no wait! What time—?

Aizawa gently placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch and push yourself further away from him. You realize you had woken up in a bed that wasn't yours. "What's going on? Where am I?"

The amount of betrayal you felt wasn't to an extreme, but it still messed with you how someone like Aizawa would just do this. You may be reaching, but how could you not assume? Your guard was let down for just a moment and he just— took advantage. It wasn't betrayal, you suddenly corrected... It was just you feeling so stupid to let this happen. But you can't just wallow in self pity, you could still get out of this.

"You passed out from exhaustion. Even without the coffee, I still believe you would have collapsed in public." He lets out a sigh, "At least I was there before that could happen."

Why was he talking to you like everything was normal? As you further tensed up, you asked, "Aizawa... Where exactly am I?"

He figured you were heavily on guard, so he approached this gently. Any wrong move can cause you to do something reckless. Like try and bolt to the door. Aizawa made sure to keep eye contact with you as he spoke.

"You're in my home. As I said, you passed out at the coffee shop and I decided to take you in." Now comes what he'll do next. He knows your mind will start to race with many thoughts. Some might be unsavory, but eventually you'll excuse yourself to leave.

He can't let you go.

"Th-Thank you, Aizawa." You finally mustered out your appreciation, even if you still felt uneasy about the situation. You just wanted to go home. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I will take my leave."

"You can't."

His words shot through you, despite them holding no edge to them. "Wh—"

"It's dark out. You'll likely be jumped by a stranger if you go out there late at night. It'd be better to stay the night."

You frowned, "I'm fine. I can manage." You eyes looked to the ground, pondering for a second. "I can just call someone to pick me up."

Without looking up, you could just feel his stare burning into you. A part of you wanted to curl up in a ball, avoid him all together. Nothing you told yourself could reassure you nor calm down your fears at this point. You could continue to push him away, but it seemed to draw him further.

You probably knew from the moment you woke up that you weren't going to leave this place. Denial was something you always leaned towards, anyway. Continuously trying to avoid your knowledge of reality at any given point. It gave some form of escapism.

So why didn't you just give in? A thought that ran through both your minds as instinct took over, pushing yourself off the bed and towards the bedroom door. A small shard of hope may have willed you into doing this, but of course, reality had to drag you back down.

Aizawa managed to grab your ankle with his capture weapon, tripping you over. You let a small yelp as you tumbled down with a soft thud. Even so, your arms stretched out to pull your body forward. Your eyes grew heavy. What did he do to you?

"It seems like there are still some effects from the coffee... Or it's just the lack of sleep. You allowed yourself to become this exhausted to the point where you can't fight back. If you were to try and do hero work in such a state, you'd be putting yourself in danger."

He approached your body and gently picked you up. You protested, but there wasn't much effort put into it. Just as much as you could muster out. You didn't like how silent he was either as his eyes looked over you.

"I will arrange something for you when you wake up. You need to learn. I have some work to do and I can't afford to leave you to yourself." He carried you back to the bed, tucking you in as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

You weren't sure what he'd do to you, but it didn't want to think too much into you. With a kiss on your forehead, Aizawa moved himself away and towards his desk. All you could hear was his muttering before sleep washed over you.

The feeling of something tickling the nape of your neck woke you up. It'd be the second you did here. You became alert once you realized you weren't on the bed anymore as your back pressed against a firm surface. In front of you was a desktop computer, your eyes had to adjust to the sudden brightness. Aizawa's arms were on either side of your body, caging you against him as you sat comfortably (or as much as you were) on his lap. He was clicking away at the keyboard. The cherry on top was his head nonchalantly plopped onto your shoulder; the texture of his stubble scratching at your neck.

Sensing your wakefulness, he gives a nudge to your neck. "I won't be as harsh this time because you're barely adjusting. So... We'll go about this as a punishment with an opportunity for a reward. I just want you to realize why you're getting a punishment, then if you're really good and apologize, you'll be rewarded. Sound fair?"

Only after a few seconds after he finished speaking did your mind catch up to his words. You were confused and scared. "Aizawa, please... Just, let me go. I won't say anything—"

"I know you won't, darling. You kept many things to yourself. Now, you're going to confess to what you did wrong."

"What do you mean? What did I do?"

A heavy sigh escapes his lips, which causes you to shudder as his breath brushes against your neck. "Slide your bottoms off."

It felt like the world went on pause to you. The weight of his words shook you to the core as heat emitted from your face. You wished he was joking, that this was all a dream.

A light swat to your thigh brought you back to reality. "Come on. The sooner you do this, the sooner I'll get my work done and we can get to bed." Aizawa removes his hands from the desk and gets to unbuckling his belt, the sound further raising your heart rate.

With a shaky breath, you slowly reached to the band of your bottoms and underwear. If your hunch was right, this was what he wanted and it made you even more anxious. You couldn't believe you were actually doing this, but the thought of what would happen if you didn't obey honestly scared you more. You mentally kicked yourself for going so slow in sliding down your clothing. It would have been better to just slip them off immediately; rip the bandaid off and get it over with. However, you were dreading what was to come... So you figured a part of you just wanted to delay the inevitable.

As soon as those were off, the most private parts of your body now exposed, you felt him lift you up a bit as he slid his pants and boxers down. His cock was now revealed and pressing up against your lower back. You shifted on his lap, squeezing your legs together.

Aizawa proceeds to lift you up by your hips, the tip ghosting below you. "I'll be doing some work for about an hour. Just sit still on my cock until I'm done, okay? No squirming or complaining. I'll add extra time if you do. If you're good..." He slowly lowers you down, letting you feel every inch of him enter you before he kisses your cheek.

"... I'll let you cum."

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duffslut · 3 years ago

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Sharing the bed

Modern Izzy Stradlin x Reader

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Word Count: 744

Warnings: Smut! Age gap, cheating, unprotected sex. Minors Dni

You and your friend were in her room, trying on some clothes and playing with makeup, the door was open and her dad came by every now and then to see what you were doing.

Izzy, your friend's father, was old, tall and incredibly attractive. His wife was away and you had offered to sleep at his house with his daughter. Later that night, you waited for your friend to sleep before leaving her room and walking carefully to Izzy's room, his door was unlocked and you entered the bedroom, watching in silence for a few minutes his uncovered body while he slept, he wore only his underwear.

You fixed your hair, made sure your pajamas were short enough to get him turned on and sat on his bed.

- Izzy! - You called to him in a whisper, touching his shoulder and biting your lips as you felt his skin. - Izzy are you awake?

He woke up with a start, widening his eyes when he saw you in his bed.

- Y/n? What happened what are you doing here?! - He asked, immediately looking at the door you had made sure to lock.

- It's all right. -You said, avoiding his confused look and laying down carefully on the bed. - I just... I can't sleep, you don't mind if I lay with you for a while, do you?

You laid your head on the pillow, staring at Izzy's lips as he looked too nervous to say anything.

- Is my daughter sleeping? - He asked.

- Yes she is. - You said, and Izzy seemed to notice that you were running your eyes over his body and he covered himself with the sheet.

- Are you cold? - He asked and you nodded.

Izzy wrapped you in the same sheet he was covered with, you moved closer to him and turned your back on him, leaving your butt inches from his crotch.

- I miss sleeping like this with my dad. - You said suddenly, forcing a sad voice.

- Does he not let you sleep with him anymore? - Izzy asked, and you smiled with his interest in talking to you.

You turned back to him, and this time, your shorts touched his bulge under the sheets and you didn't mind walking away, and neither did Izzy mind saying anything.

- He says I'm already grown up now.

You licked your lips as Izzy's face got closer to yours, you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

-And he's right, but there's nothing to worry about if you're already eighteen now. - he said, his husky voice almost made you cum in your panties.

You and Izzy were silent for a while, until you couldn't control your impulses anymore and advanced to his lips, kissing him violently and already mounting on top of him. It took Izzy a few seconds to finally return your kiss, and when he did, his hot tongue entered your mouth hurriedly.

Izzy broke the kiss when you started groping his dick through his underwear. You looked at him confused.

- Promise me you won't tell your dad - He asked, sliding his hands carefully around your waist. - And I promise I won't tell my wife or my daughter.

You bit your lips and nodded with a smile.

- It will be our secret okay? - He asked.

- I promise. - You said, now returning your hand to his bulge again and taking off his underwear.

Izzy held your waist while you positioned his dick in your entrance, his hands held you very easily, you were tiny compared to him, You sighed as his big cock began to enter you, entering your tight pussy and making you moan low in pain and pleasure.

- I always dreamed of this. - You told Izzy, who seemed to be already controlling himself not to come inside you.

You tried to ride him but Izzy took control, pumping his cock inside you with a speed that made you jump, you masturbated your clit while he fucked you, you could feel the tip of his thick cock touching your soft spot, each time more repeatedly.

- Ohh Y/n, you're so tight. - Izzy grunted, thrusting even deeper inside you.

You put your hands on his chest and rolled your ass on his cock wildly as your cum flowed down his dick.

- So good little girl, Imma cum all over your pretty cunt. - Izzy moaned, taking his last thrusts inside you and pulling you into a kiss as his cum dripped from your pussy.

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wackybuddiemewbs · 3 years ago

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Buddie Moodboard - Bones AU

I think I've read too much great meta about the parallels for this. And after rewatching some of the show, the need was mightier than my impulse control. And so, another moodboard is to be added to that big, big pile of... lots of Buddie feels. Anywho, I'm switching things up by basically merging Hodgins and Brennan character-wise with Buck, but you know I had to do it with 'em tapeworms! Cheers!

Evan "Buck" Buckley is a forensic anthropologist/entomologist at the renowned Jeffersonian Institute in Los Angeles. It is the job of his dreams, strange as it may sound. He has an amazing team with forensic facial reconstruction specialist/computer analyst Howard "Chminey" Han, forensic pathologist Dr. Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, and their boss/historic forensic anthropologist Dr. Robert "Bobby" Nash.

Together, they serve the purpose to tell the stories of the dead, so no one gets left behind.

Upon his return from Peru after weeks of identifying victims in mass graves, Buck is anything but pleased about being taken into custody by home security. While the prospect of returning to an empty apartment is not exactly pleasant, the promise of a comfortable bed most definitely is. To make matters impossibly worse, it is then that Agent Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz makes his appearance and feigns a rescue of his own making. Buck won't be fooled, though. He worked with that guy once, and won't do it again.

Sadly, his boss and friend (but on this occasion more boss than friend) has something different to say about that. Bobby, as the head of the institute, is invested in maintaining a good relationship with the people funding it. And so, cooperating with federal agencies happens to be one of those duties they also have to fulfill.

Begrudgingly, Buck agrees, though only under the condition that he works alongside Eddie as an equal and gets full access to the evidence - and not just the reports. Eddie also agrees. While he would rather not put up with some of Buck's attitude, he knows what the guy can do even with only just the medical reports. And that is simply outstanding. Though he would really rather not listen to Buck gush about bugs of all kinds or medical conditions he never even heard of.

Despite some setbacks during their first actual case, Buck and Eddie are able to solve the murder case with the aid of the rest of the "squint squad". As a result, Eddie seeks out the people at the Jeffersonian on the regular. Though tensions soon arise again as Buck and Eddie try to "find their vibe" while working together. Buck is a very straightforward person, sometimes down to the point of being blunt and rude just to make his (scientific) point. And Eddie still needs to gain an understanding about how to properly respond to a person as deeply invested in his job as Buck apparently is.

They reach a new level of understanding for each other in the course of a case involving foster children. Eddie learns that Buck was in the foster care system as well and is since driven by his wish to find his sister, though he hopes it won't ever be by the means he is best at. Buck is also in for a surprise when he learns that Eddie is a single father, trying to make ends meet.

Eddie is more than a little surprised how welcoming everyone at the Jeffersonian is of Christopher when he is forced to bring him along one day. Though he is perhaps even more surprised at how well Buck and Christopher get along. While his son's interest in science is hardly any news to Eddie, he didn't think Buck was that kind of person. Though it seems Bobby was right:

There is more than meets the eye, especially if you dare to squint just hard enough.

Still, Eddie remains determined to manage on his own. After all, he owes it to his son. His mother walked out on them because of him, after all. Because he walked out first.

He is brought to a rough awakening some time later, when he is buried alive in a car in the midst of a desert. Eddie somehow manages to contact Buck, but with no clue where he is, he may be out of luck and air soon. Buck races to find Eddie, desperate to return him to his son, all the more so when it comes to light that there may have been a mix-up, resulting in Eddie being taken instead of Buck. Eddie has flashbacks to his times as a sniper, his disagreements with Shannon, and foremost about Christopher. He vowed to always come home to him, so he can't break that promise now, can he?

Thankfully, the team manages to piece together the evidence and find Eddie just in time. Eddie is happily reunited with Christopher, and he and Buck both feel like they can finally breathe again. In the aftermath, Eddie's abuela sits him down for a talk, encouraging him to rely on the people she saw on TV working relentlessly to bring him home. Eddie realizes that he doesn't have to do it all alone.

And so, Christopher is happy as a clam, hanging out at the Jeffersonian on the regular now, too. And maybe, he will consider a career in that department as well. That is, unless astronaut or pirate don't work out for him.

Buck's life is turned upside-down with the sudden re-emergence of his long-lost sister Maddie. While he is beyond happy to finally have her back, he soon starts to worry about her. Eddie expresses concerns about the story she provided as to why she only came to see him now. Maddie knew where he was thanks to Buck featuring both on TV and in bookshops all over the country, after all. So what prevented her from seeing him?

Eventually, Maddie confides in him about her abusive husband Doug and how she didn't want that anywhere near the little brother she'd already lost once before. Buck assures her that he is going to watch out for her like she used to do it for him. And with a pinky-promise, she should know that this deal is sealed.

Things are further complicated when a box of bones belonging to several people is delivered to the Jeffersonian for identification. Strangely, one of the skeletons has traces of Buck's DNA. Which makes no sense, since Buck was only a year old by the time the boy died. When Buck talks to Maddie about it over lunch, Maddie turns out to know the answer they have been looking for: The boy's bones belong to their late brother Daniel, whose existence their parents hid from Buck - and forced Maddie to do the same.

Buck is petrified as the next realization hits him before Maddie can say it: He was a savior sibling. The only reason their parents had him was to save Daniel. The purpose of his life is the purpose he's failed. Logically, it explains their parents' indifference and apathy towards him, so Buck knows he should be glad to finally know the truth. But he can't feel it, even less so when it dawns on him that their parents will come to L.A. to take Daniel's bones back home from where they were taken from the local graveyard.

While he knows that Eddie has his back, he is almost shocked by the amount of support he gets from his partner in this most difficult time. Eddie and the others do their best to make Buck understand that even if he logically understands, he is entitled to feel the way he feels - and more importantly:

That he has a family with them. And they are not going anywhere.

After a more than difficult reunion with their parents, Buck tries to make his peace with his past and focus on the future yet ahead of him. Despite the "fact" that psychology is no more than a "pseudo-science", Buck finds merit in talking to a psychologist. He wants to be a better version of himself, not wanting to repeat his parents' mistakes. Even more so in the face of the burgeoning feelings for Eddie, now all the more amplified by this feeling of belonging he found with Eddie in the course of the Daniel reveal.

Following a tsunami wherein he momentarily lost Christopher, Buck tracks back from his original plans of confessing his feelings to Eddie, though. Despite Eddie's reassurances, Buck feels like he failed them both and is undeserving of them. When he is offered a position in Caral region of Peru to lead an excursion about the Norte Chico civilization, Buck agrees on a whim.

Eddie is shocked at the news of Buck leaving, but since he doesn't want to repeat the mistake he's made with Shannon, he puts on a smile and congratulates Buck for the position. Even though, deep down, he'd rather have Buck stay.

Odd, isn't it?

While Buck prepares for the excursion, the two continue to work together. It almost seems as though the universe is screaming at them when Buck delays the excursion another month for the sake of finishing a case, only to do it again the week after. But sometimes, three times is not a charm: Eddie is shot by a sniper and nearly dies of the blood loss.

While in a coma, Eddie lives in a dream world where he is happily married to Buck. The two raise Christopher together and talk about fostering a child. All the gloom that paints so much of their day is suddenly bright and clear. And strangely so, it feels perfectly natural for Eddie to fall into that reality - only to have a rough awakening when he opens his eyes to a hospital ceiling. Eddie keeps his cards close to his chest once he wakes up, still trying to make sense of his dream and the feelings he suddenly feels himself confronted with.

As it turns out, Buck has since taken care of Christopher, naturally, as he insists. All are still understandably shaken after the incident. Buck feels all the more conflicted, caught in a limbo of being unable to leave and stay at the same time. He still blames himself for Eddie getting shot, just like he blames himself for Christopher nearly having died during the second wave when the tsunami hit. It should have been him all this time. And that feeling won't wash.

When Eddie is well enough to return home, both Buck and Eddie have to make a drastic decision about their future and what they want it to be or rather dare it to become, whether it's the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning, the beginning of something new...

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hotch-stufff · 4 years ago

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Love is Complicated

gifs by hqtchner & ncis-season-

Pairing: Hotch x reader, Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, pining, kissing, fluff

Request: "well i was thinking about a criminal minds x ncis crossover, where the reader has a big crush on gibbs but then she meets hotch and she is really confused 😿" @wolviesbabes

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Your hand scribbled yet another word on the endless stack of paperwork that littered your desk. It really did never end. You set your pen down. You needed a break. You looked up and your eyes instantly found him. He was hunched over his desk, probably doing the same thing you were doing.

But God, did he look good doing it. Although in your opinion he looked good doing just about everything.

You noticed that about him over the past couple months on the NCIS team. You had been transfered from another similar unit in New Orleans on the recommendation of Dwayne Pride himself. Gibbs was quick to accept you to the unit, but he remained cold to you for the first couple of weeks. It wasn't until you saved him from a, for lack of better words, crazy gunman did he warm up to you.

After that, you two had gotten extremely close. So close that you developed a small crush on the man. Although, you hid it rather well. No one, atleast not to your knowledge, knew about your crush. And you intended on keeping it that way, but it was so hard when he was just sitting right in front of you, looking all handsome and just... him.

You wanted to tell him. You really did. But he was way out of your league, and you weren't even his type. But a girl could dream.

Vance suddenly came out of his office and called Gibbs up. He stood slowly and walked away. You prayed this wasn't a case. You really did not feel like dealing with a case right now.

He came back out a few moments later, a scowl on his face.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked, he jerked his head towards Vance's office.

"He wants the team to attend an interagency gala on Saturday night." You scoffed. Of course he did. "FBI, CIA, and NCIS teams are all expected to attend. Including us." His scowled deepened at the thought of having to deal with other agencies.

"Great, just great." And you were so looking forward to a quiet weekened.

* * *

The night of the gala had arrived much quicker than expected. And of course Abby had insisted on going shopping for dresses. She herself had gotten a long black dress, with a slit. She said she would add a few things to make it more like her, and you couldn't wait to see it. You had gone with a more subtle dress. A long emerald green dress, with spaghetti straps and an open back. The front dipped slightly.

You had brought it with you to the office so you could get ready with Abby and as you were heading to the elevator to go to her floor, you heard Gibbs on the phone. Now you weren't one to eavesdrop, but you really couldn't stop yourself.

"I know, I know, it won't take long. I promise. Bye." Was he with someone else? You stood there frozen as he emerged from the room he was in.

"Hey y/n. Whatchtya doin?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, um nothing Gibbs, thought I heard you and wanted to say bye before we left, I didnt think you would actually go to the gala tonight, so I thought I could just stop in and-" he cut you off.

"Slow down, you're rambling. You okay?" You needed to get out of there.

"Yup, just been a long day. Alright well bye." You rushed off to Abby office. Once you got there, she instantly asked what was wrong. You explained everything. Your feelings, the conversation you heard, just everything.

"Awe, y/n/n. I'm so sorry. He's stupid if he doesn't see whats right in front of him." That made you smile.

"We should get ready." You stated standing up to grab your dress.

2 hours later, you and Abby walked up stairs looking amazing if you did say so yourself. Wolf whistles were heard coming from Tony as you two walked towards the group. You rolled your eyes, catching Gibbs smirk.

His eyes dragged up and down your body, which had confused you greatly. He had never showed any interest in you before, why now? Maybe he had and was just better at hiding it.

"Well, we should get going." You nodded, you all walked out to the SUVs ready for the night ahead of you.

* * *

The gala was interesting to say the least. Each agency decided to stay away from eachother, like elementary students. Each group taking up their own circle around the room.

You had spotted a rather handsome man who you had recognized as Aaron Hotchner sitting at the FBI tables and couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him. You new you had feelings for Gibbs,, but something about this man just drew you in. You had previously met him on a conjoined case with your old team, and you had developed the smallest of crushes on the man. You never expected anything to happen, and he was only in New Orleans for about a week.

Suddenly Gibbs popped back into your head, and you huffed slightly, turning to search for him. Finding him at a table nearby, talking with a woman. You scoffed and he looked over at you.

In a moment of impulse, you tunred away and walked across the empty dance floor straight to Agent Hotchner. He looked up from his conversation as you neared his table.

"Hi, NCIS Agent Y/l/n. We worked together on the Williams case about a year back." He nodded in recognition.

"Of course. Its great to see you again agent y/l/n." He paused looking you up and down in a way you welcomed. "Can I help you with something." He asked, not unkindly at all, but rather friendly.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Someone's got to break the chill in this room." He nodded and stood up slowly, his team staring on in awe. You figured he didn't do this very often.

"I would love to." He took your hand bringing you to the dance floor as another song began. You two danced for about 10 minutes before more couples began to join you. You smiled in triumph and Hotchner laughed at your face.

"What? It worked didn't it?" He smiled shaking his head.

"I suppose it did." You two began talking and laughing and just getting to know each other. You soon found yourself at a table as you continued with your conversation.

"Okay but, im just saying if Strauss is anything like Vance, they would be perfect together." He laughed at this rather loudly, catching the eyes of a few people near by.

"That would never happen. If Vance is anything like Strauss they would drive each other crazy." You giggled softly. Soon it was time to leave, and Agent Hotchner, or Aaron as he had asked you to call him, offered to walk you to your SUV where the rest of your team was waiting. They all eyed you as this strange man walked you over, handing you a card and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You had blushed profusely and walked over, getting in the car.

"So y/n, whos the hottie?" Abby began interrogating you as soon as you shut your door.

"Thats Agent Hotchner. He's the Unit Chief of the FBI's BAU." You smiled to yourself.

"Must be an ass if he's from the FBI." Gibbs remarked, another scowl gracing his face.

"He was actually quite the gentlman." Was your only response before turning to look out the window. Gibbs was the one being an ass. You had just spent the night with a wonderful man and Gibbs just had to ruin it by spouting some snarky comment that only confused you more. The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

* * *

Once back at the office, Gibbs had called you to the elevator, not giving you a chance to respond. You had of course listened, and as soon as the doors shut, he had pulled the emergency button.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked softly. He just walked closer to you, cupping your face. "What are you doing?" He leaned in slowly bringing his lips to yours.

And you had expected it to be perfect and explosive and passionate. But... it wasn't. He pulled away after only a moment.

"Hang on, let me try that again." And he leaned in once more, pressing his lips to yours. But once again, there was nothing. He pulled away.

"That was ... strange?" He asked, more to himslef than anything.

"I uh, that-that was-"

"Not what I was expecting." He finished for you.

"You know Gibbs, I've been pining over you for months, and I'm guessing you felt the same. But I think we both met someone else tonight that changed our minds." You recalled him spending the whole night side by side with the woman you had seen earlier. You smiled shyly at him. "Call that woman you were with tonight. Tell her you want to go out on a date." He smiled looking into your eyes.

"Only if you call Agent Hochie, or whatever his name was, and tell him the same." You laughed at not only his comment, but the absurdity of the situation. For the past 5 months you had been yearning for a man who ended up not being what you wanted at all. It made you think that maybe what you really wanted, what you both really wanted, was someone to love. So you latched on to the person who had become closest to you.

"I love ya y/n." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Gibbs. Now go get her." He stepped out of the elevator, pulling out his phone. You did the same, pulling out Aaron's card. It rang once. Twice.

"Hotchner." You giggled at his formal greeting. Taking a deep breath before going for it.

"Hey Aaron, I was just wondering if you were up for dinner?" He smiled.

"Of course. You know, I'm really glad you called."

"Me too." And you walked out of your office that night, a date with a man you had never expected, and a smile on your face.

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sylverstorms · 4 years ago

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Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.5 (NSFW!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

'Cassandra's favorite', the other maids call you.

You can't tell if they mean it as a good or a bad thing. Hell, you can't even tell which of the two it really is.

Being her 'favorite' does not make you immune to harm in any way; bruises litter your shoulders and sides from when she grabs you too forcefully and cuts from her nails sting at your neck and stomach, renewed each time she comes to take a kiss.

None of that existed back when you were something of zero interest to her. On the other hand, she's told you several times you're 'a thing of beauty' --her thing of beauty-- and she won't let anything ruin a natural piece of art.

If you know anything about Cassandra, it is that she takes art very seriously. Your interpretation of the word greatly varies from hers, you're sure, but it doesn't change the fact she won't easily raise a sickle on you.

Cassandra won't break you. She won't let Daniela do so, either. Bela doesn't even care to hurt you. It means you're safe for now...

Unless Lady Dimitrescu decides you're best taken away from her daughter. Permanently. You don't dare meet her eyes, but you can feel them on you, scrutinizing, every night at dinner.

You're pretty sure she knows.

The thought sits heavy in your mind while you're cleaning bloodied steps off a corridor at three in the small hours of the morning, along with another maid. Adella is a quiet and hardworking one; the two of you make a good team and you know you'll be done in record time.

But it only takes a single moment for everything to go wrong.

Adella is hastily walking back to you with a bucket of fresh water in hand when you hear a different set of steps approach from the side. You make to warn her, but it's already too late.

The collision happens at the turn where the two passageways meet. As soon as you see black robes dripping wet you pray to whichever God will listen for mercy.

Because Cassandra has not been in a good mood all night and she is not the understanding type regardless.

Adella gasps and shakingly backs away, a waterfall of apologies spilling from her lips. Cassandra rolls her neck and draws her sickle, advancing on her slowly. She looks terrifying.

"Don't move now." she orders.

And you just- can't watch this. You don't know why, but the realization you cannot hits you like a speeding truck. You can't stand there while the the woman you frequently kiss cuts away at a girl you know is as good and compassionate as a human under your circumstances can possibly get.

You react.

Before you can even think how impossibly stupid you're being, you drop the mop in your hands and dash forward, crashing into Cassandra's form. Your right arm wraps around her waist and your left grips at her wrist like a vice. Your heart is pounding. You don't even know what you're saying;

"Cassandra, no! Please. Don't." Cold and rigid as she is, it may as well be a statue you're holding. "Cassandra, stop. Please." Once impulse dies down, you realize you've just signed your death wish for two seconds of playing hero.

And you thought you were smarter than that. Ha. But maybe, just maybe, part of you wants to die, so long as it's quick and painless.

With Cassandra, though, you doubt it. Especially with how lethal she sounds when she says:

"You. Disappear." You hear, rather than see, Adella scurrying off for her life. "As for you..."

You only register a blur, nausea, cold nails piercing at your neck, over already existing marks. You are shoved into the nearest wall so powerfully you can't breathe for all of ten seconds. It's a wonder you don't hear any cracks from within your body.

Cassandra is on you, her fingers harsh on your chin and breath chilly on your lips. "Good pets don't bark against their own masters. What made you so bold, hm?"

You don't answer, too busy summoning your mental strength for what comes next. The way her eyes and the lines of her pretty face have hardened, she looks nothing like the flirty girl who comes to steal kisses from you at random times during the night.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you. The first time you call my name and it's for some other maid?"

She looks like she wants to let out a bitter laugh, break something and slice you into stripes simultaneously. And then you realize; Cassandra is jealous.

It doesn't get any worse than that.

"Maybe I should make sure you never say anything again." The corner of her lips curls up in dark amusement as she talks. "You don't talk much, anyway."

Well. She did say she wouldn't let anyone ruin your looks. Never promised anything about what's on the inside.

You're shaking, even if her grasp doesn't leave much room to do so. Your brain is restlessly trying to come up with something to get you out of this mess-

"I'm of way more use to you with my tongue intact." you somehow manage to speak without stuttering. It makes you wonder where the hell this confidence came from.

Cassandra stills for a moment. Her grip eases the slightest amount, probably from surprise.

You wonder what the hell you're even doing, yourself, when you bring your hands to her sides and lean in, to the curve of her nice jawline. You've never kissed her neck before, but you remember from the times you've given her a massage that she's very sensitive around it.

Cautiously, you press your mouth to the soft spot under her ear.

She smells so good and her skin feels so smooth you're not exactly forcing yourself to kiss her. If you're going to be mutilated anyway, the part of you that must be severely messed up muses, you may as well take some pleasure for yourself beforehand. Who knows, it may change her mind along the way.

So you lick her there and suck over her faint pulse. You don't get any stimuli from her, at first.

Until her hand trails from your shoulder to your nape, urging you harder against her. It's the green light to keep going.

You put all your skill into it as you lavish her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. She's loose and moaning low in her throat now.

You can't tell why, but the sound echoes right though your adrenaline-induced system, tickles down your spinal cord to pool low in your stomach. You either had a kink for danger you never knew of, or you developed one in the castle.

Whatever the case, your fingers are working on the buttons of her outfit and she doesn't seem like stopping you has even crossed her mind.

When the robes barely hang onto her shoulders, Cassandra maneuvers you to the closest room, shuts the door and presses you against it. Hard. Your lips slide together hungrily. You taste wine on her tongue.

At this point, your hands are the only thing supporting her outfit on her. She looks too fucking sexy for words like this, half-undressed, lipstick smeared, so turned on and ready for you. But you also want to see more of her, so you let the black fabric drop.

She's getting impatient, though. Being more vocal, tugging your hand to the apex of her legs.

"Cassandra." you moan when you push the midnight lace of her panties aside and touch her. She's so wet.

Her mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, brows drawn softly. "Oh, you're lucky I like my name on your lips." she says, breathless.

You did start this trying to prove to her how useful your tongue can be attached to your body, however... so it's only fair that's how you finish it.

Finish her.

Cassandra looks dazed and confused when you kneel in front of her, but it's quickly replaced with a broken moan when you take her into your mouth. You revel in every single gasp you coax out of her, every minuscule shake of her perfect thighs.

She bites into her own hand when she reaches her peak, nails leaving four parallel marks on the wall.

You're gentlewomanly enough to pull her outfit up for her while she's coming down from her high. Your gaze takes its sweet time admiring the contours of her chest as you button it closed. She really is the most attractive girl you've ever seen, if you somehow don't take into consideration her body count.

"Good?" you ask when she opens her pretty eyes to look at you.

"It's not cute to be smug, plaything." Cassandra makes a soft grimace at you, though you can see the lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lip. "But. I suppose your tongue has its uses to me, after all."

You gently push off the door to let her exit at her leisure. The movement makes you realize you won't really be able to move tomorrow, with how sore you already are.

To your surprise, Cassandra takes a moment longer in the room.

She turns back to you and raises her hands to your torso, then carefully adjusts your wrinkled shirt. Her long fingers smooth over the imperfections she caused...

And you don't know why after everything the two of you just did, it's this that feels the most intimate.

The same digits brush over your throat as she pulls away.

By the time your mind starts working right again, Cassandra is already gone. Absently, you trace over the weeping scratches on your neck.

Later, at the main hall of the castle...

"Oh, boo, look who's late again." Daniela rolls her eyes at Cassandra's fashionably delayed arrival.

"Surprise, surprise." Bela smirks, casually leaned against the side of the fireplace.

"Are you two done being insufferable or should I come by later?" Cassandra asks.

"And scar our ears and minds with another round of your 'oh's and 'ah's, sister? I think not." Daniela comments.

Bela raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Had a nice time?"

"You two have very active imaginations, you know? Tells a lot about you." Cassandra chuckles. "She was just giving me a massage. But do go on. Be thirsty. I can wait."

Daniela and Bela share a look, thrown off their game by the nonchalance.

Cassandra hides a smirk under her hood and steps out first, into the peerless dark.

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artistry87 · 2 years ago

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Of Course It Was You, It Was Always You…

Part 1

“It doesn’t feel very good, does it, Supergirl…” Lena hissed at her former best friend, her eyes blazing with a sadistic kind of joy. “To be kept in the dark by your supposed best friend? Never knowing the entire time that she and all of the people you trusted most were snickering behind your back like the fool you were! Keeping secrets from you, going about your life blissfully unaware that anything's wrong until suddenly… BANG, and there’s blood in the water." Lena cackled with an unhinged laugh while Kara knelt before her with a self-loathing grimace on her face.

Kara continued kneeling because, at the moment, she was completely immobilized by a spare bit of Kryptonite Lena had kept in order to trap her with. It wasn’t enough to kill her, barely enough to hurt her, but it was just enough to weaken, and paralyze her. Just above floating over her head were all the little nanobots that made up the CEO’s faithful A.I., Hope. Hope's previous hostess lay unconscious in the next room just beyond, not that she was anyone’s primary focus anymore, not now that a far more suitable vessel had just been lured into place.

Lena had finally perfected her Q-Waves and could successfully rewrite the brain without causing harm. Now that she knew for sure her research was safe, she was more than ready to test it out on the most suitable subject there was, Supergirl. Lena marveled at the thought. It had been laughably easy to lure everything into place. To think, all she had to do was cry danger like the wolf in sheep’s clothing she was, and the super would come running… well flying. Using the watch Supergirl had given her, she sent out the distress call and, like clockwork, the kryptonian had come running to her aid. In less than a second later the heroine had arrived, and once Lena's Kryptonite trap was activated she’d make her big reveal.

“Aww… don’t fret. This won't hurt a bit, Supergirl,” the CEO promised with a deadly scowl as a tone as sinister as her mother’s took hold. "And I promise I’ll never use you for ill intent. I just want to remove your natural impulses to lie and deceive. You'll be better by the end of it, trust me…"

"So what… you're going to possess me?" Kara choked out as the Kryptonite continued to weaken her, spiting up the slightest bit of blood at every word.

"Well, I wouldn't call it possession so much as a… neurological rewrite," Lena replied as she began to pick up her tablet. The CEO’s glare shifted towards Hope's nanobots. The cloud they formed quickly began to swarm faster and faster as Lena’s finger lingered over the button to launch Hope’s protocol, putting her plan into motion.

Just as she was about to seal the super’s fate, the krytonian gave a rather uncharacteristically harsh snicker. She bowed her head, but gave no indication of intentional escape. "You're an even bigger fool than I thought!" she yelled, her voice still strained by the kryptonite poisoning her blood. Lena was caught off guard by the remark, the CEO halted her machinations, curious about the woman’s response.

"What?" she demanded softly, her scowl deepening as she lowered her tablet with a dangerous look in her eye still evident. The A.I.’s roving swarm slowed as the Luthor stepped closer to the ensnared alien being held at her mercy. Closing the distance between she forcefully grasped the super’s chin in her palm, looking her straight in the eye, daring her to repeat her words. The swarm continued to encircle over Kara but with less intensity then ever before.

"You heard me," Kara replied, almost tauntingly. "You're an even bigger fool than I thought…” she paused, unsure of how to proceed next! Unfazed, Lena loosened her grip on the woman in front of her before dropping her head all together, returning to her original position.

The CEO scoffed before continuing. “Easy for you to say! Tough words, coming from the woman who flew right into my trap," Lena sneered back, index finger once again hovering dangerously close to the button that would seal her former friend’s fate forever.

“Well maybe I must be the idiot, if you’ve got too much of an ego to see, that the person you hate the most, is in love with you…”

The shock of it hit Lena all at once. The gravity of Kara’s admission nearly froze time itself, and suddenly, everything halted. As the only two people within the entire vicinity bare witness to their own, the CEO nearly fell to her knees in anguish at the thought of what she’d almost destroyed.

Unfortunately, the world would never be so kind, not to a Luthor. Distraught at the thought of what she’d almost done, Lena dropped her tablet, it landing in front of her feet. The face of it slipping through her fingers accidentally activating Hope’s protocol, inciting the swarm to envelop her former best friend in a haze of obscurity with nothing but the blood chilling scream of the woman that used to be.

“Nooooo!” Lena cried collapsing onto her hands and knees. The fear fully engulfing her immediately as she watched on in horror as the swarm of her A.I. forced it’s way into the mind of the woman in front of her. Frantically she rushed to grab her tablet, hoping to stop Hope’s protocol, halt her progress, something or rewrite it all together. Maybe then, maybe, just maybe she could save whatever semblance of her former friend’s personality the super had left.

Barely managing to finish patch, strong enough to override Hope’s protocol, she desperately looked on from the distance between them for any sign of recognition from Kara’s face at all. All that met her expression was the unconscious form of the woman lying motionless on the ice. The A.I. completely disabled!

“Kara? No, no, no, no! Kara!” Lena screamed, her voice beginning to crack more with every word. Tensely frozen with fear, the CEO slowly made her way across the room to her former best friend, the super’s head gently lifted into her lap. The threat of tears brimming at the edge of her eyes.

“Please, please Kara…I’m s…I’m sorry. You were right. Of course you were right. You’re always right. I…I love you too! Maybe I was the idiot, for not admitting it. I just couldn’t…I just couldn’t risk ruining our friendship. I couldn’t do that to you.” She whispered, hoping, praying for any sign of life among the super’s eerily calm and peaceful expression. Her striking beauty appeared almost as if she were sleeping.

The CEO sat motionless in state of shock expectantly waiting for the woman in her lap to instantly recover, to open her eyes before rushing to her sense inevitably to once again attempt to talk her down from her self-imposed tirade…but nothing. Kara’s expression, her complexion, stoic, calm, a sickly pale, and mostly unchanging.

In the center of the room, the CEO sat completely frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. So terrified of even touching the woman lying unconscious in front of her, she was unable to phantom how to proceed. Slowly gathering herself, Lena quickly begin to form a plan, still sitting in the center of the room. It’s all she could do; she had to fix this…somehow.

#supercorp #cw supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fanfiction

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mimisempai · 4 years ago

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Home is where our story begins

Summary:

Mobius and Loki will finally move in together, will the cohabitation be as natural as the rest of their story?

Notes:

Still not having the real name of Hunter B-15 and the story taking place post canon, I found it odd to keep calling it that. But I didn't want to invent a name for hher, so I chose HB, if Marvel were to give him a name later, I would change it here of course.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32628412

2871 words - Rating G

"So, soon the big day? I hope you're happy about it, even if it's new for you."

Mobius sipped his Josta, wondering what the best answer was. Yes seemed too restrictive, but it wasn't as if he wanted to go into details about his new living arrangements with Loki. Yes, he was happy to move in with Loki, of course, but...

"Mobius?"

"I'm... cautiously optimistic. You know me."

HB nodded. "For you, it's practically effusive." Chuckling, she took another pretzel. "I'm happy for you and Loki." Her smile faded briefly, "If our variant condition has taught me anything, it's to take happiness where it lies. I'm glad you decided to give your relationship with Loki a chance."

"There was nothing to decide because everything happens naturally between us," Mobius mumbled.

HB frowned. "Hm?"

Mobius cleared his throat. "It's nothing. I've talked too much."

"Talked too much?" HB laughed. "When it comes to explaining the logic of a mission strategy that sounds crazy, yes you could be accused of talking too much, but when it comes to your personal life... but I understand what you mean and to me who has been watching you a bit since the beginning of this relationship, it is clear that things are natural between you. Although I am curious about one thing."

"Which one?" Mobius prepared himself.

"How will you manage living together, as you both have your single habits, not to mention your lifestyles which were rather... different".

This question kept going round and round in Mobius' head. He was ready to compromise, but he wasn't going to change who he was either. With the personalities they both had, it might seem insurmountable from the outside, but Mobius had a deep conviction that it could work.

"I guess we'll see as we go along," he replied confidently.

"You know where to find me if you need to talk."

The friendship he had formed with HB, was one of the surprises that had come with Loki's arrival in his life.

Before they were just colleagues who worked well together and had the same dedication to the TVA and now having shared the same experience of losing everything, a real friendship was born.

"Thank you. But let's stop talking about me, how's it going with the new recruits and training?"

The TVA, purged of old influences, had returned to its primary function: to monitor realities across the multiverse and attempt to reduce temporal interference as much as possible. Mobius was the leader. Loki, Hunter B-15, now HB and other agents formed the core team.

They had completely restructured the organization, recruitment and training.

"Well, there are several young recruits who are promising, and I must say Mobius, that Loki is not only a very good teacher but also very well liked."Loki had volunteered on his own to handle the training of the newbies on the field.

Mobius, however, was not surprised at his success. As he had told LOki in the early days, he could be anyone he wanted.

Once HB left, the afternoon passed without surprise for Mobius, who was eager to get home. He found it hard to concentrate, looking forward to the changes that were coming.

**********

Loki was waiting in Mobius' living room when Mobius returned home.

"Mobius!" he exclaimed happily as he stood up and walked over to Mobius to kiss him. Mobius thought he wouldn't mind this kind of action if it became part of their routine in the future.

As is often the case when they haven't seen each other in a while, things heated up quickly between them and they were both panting when they parted.

"How was your day? HB told me she told you about my work? Is everything okay?"

That, too, was something nice -even if he found it annoying at first, this talkie-talkie thing, this incessant stream of words from Loki. He had realized that Loki's questions were always sincere, his lover expected answers and never asked them out of politeness.

"A lot of paperwork as you can imagine, I miss working in the field, fortunately once this is over I will be able to accompany you again and see the excellent work you provide with my eyes, if I believe what HB told me", Mobius said quietly while pushing aside a strand of Loki's hair that was falling on his forehead. "What about you? How was your lunch with Casey?"

Another unexpected relationship, for who knew Loki. He had formed a bond with Casey, an ordinary administrative employee. Loki had told Mobius that it was nice to have a friend whose reactions he didn't have to weigh, because Casey was spontaneous and naturally trusting.

"Fun. He's excited for us, well for me because I'm going to live with the great Mobius." Loki chuckled before continuing, "I expected the opposite, but you're his idol, I'm just the god of mischief who taught him what a fish was."

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, I swear." Loki smiled. "He even offered to help us move our stuff in once the apartment was ready."

Mobius shook his head. "He's really supportive."

"Absolutely," Loki smiled, "He always surprises me with his candor."

Loki pulled Mobius to the couch and sat him down. Then he lay down in his favorite position, with his head on Mobius' lap. Mobius, as always, couldn't resist the impulse to put his hand on Loki's silky black hair and began to stroke it gently. In response, Loki made a sound that closely resembled a purr.

**********

Turning his head to Mobius, Loki asked, "Are you really happy that we live together?"

"Of course Loki," Mobius murmured as he ran his hands through Loki's hair, enjoying sliding the strands between his fingers. "I am, but you know it won't necessarily be easy right?"

"Hmm." Loki nodded and smiled sheepishly. "I know I'm not easy to deal with."

"Hey Sweetheart! That's not it at all." Mobius protested. "I just think we're from two different worlds and it's going to take a little adjustment and patience."

Loki nodded.

"Besides, we're going to be together a lot. Between work and home," Mobius said.

"Yeah." Loki looked up and smiled at Mobius. "This is going to be great!"

"We'll see," Mobius said, finally realizing that it wasn't he who was afraid of being disappointed, but that he was afraid of disappointing Loki.

After a few moments of silence, he decided to put his fears aside and enjoy the moment.

"Now, have you thought about what you want for dinner?"

"No." Loki pressed himself against Mobius, "But I know what I want for dessert."

"What a coincidence," Mobius muttered as he slipped his hand under Loki's shirt, "I think we both have the same idea.

These kinds of little moments between them, these little habits, made Mobius think that maybe he didn't need to be anxious about their future shared life.

**********

A few days later, Mobius was up to his neck in paperwork and couldn't take it anymore. He threw his pen away and leaned back on his chair.

"Mobius?"

"I'm here."

When Loki entered and saw the state Mobius was in, he locked the door behind him. He walked up behind Mobius, put his arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. Mobius leaned back even more and closed his eyes.

"It's going to be hard to keep working if you make a habit of doing this," he whispered.

Loki's hands slid over Mobius' shoulders and he began a firm massage. "How about this?"

Mobius sighed, "It's not good for concentration either... " as Loki's skilled fingers had encountered a particularly knotted muscle.

"Oh, is that so?" Loki rhythmically pressed his thumbs into the back of Mobius' neck and it felt so good that Mobius moaned, "It doesn't seem to bother you that much."

"You and your distracting hands mustn't be around too often," Mobius said, "or I'll never be able to work properly, a massage like this, on the other hand, is... effective. I didn't know you knew how to give massages." Mobius was always happy to learn new things about Loki.

At Loki's silence, Mobius turned his head and was surprised by the sad expression on his face.

"Loki?"

"Um... this is something my mom used to do for me and my brother..."

"Oh Loki... I'm sorry." Mobius reached for the hand that had remained on his shoulder and squeezed it.

"I miss her..."

"I know, sweetheart, believe me, I know." replied Mobius gently.

After a moment of silence, Loki kissed Mobius' head again, "Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. It's just so nice and strange to have you just a few steps away from me all the time."

"Why strange?" Mobius turned in his chair to look at him.

Loki shrugged, "I usually store all the things I want to tell you later in my memory, but now that we're in our new home, and we both work together a lot, I feel like I have access to you all the time and it's..."

"Different."

"Yeah. And tempting. And distracting." Loki licked his lips. "I want to see you all the time, not just talk to you, if you know what I mean..."

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean" Mobius cleared his throat, fighting the mental images that Loki's words evoked. "However, I think we're going to have to set some rules, no matter how nice it is, we're both still at work."

Loki nodded, "Yes, we really should, if only for my sanity." He bit his lower lip, and when Mobius saw him do it, he thought that it wasn't just for Loki's sanity that some rules had to be set.

"Maybe later, if you want Mobius? Or tomorrow?"

"Why tomorrow?" Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Why not now?"

Loki smiled "Because I'm excited now, and you're tired of paperwork and I think you need a good distraction."

Mobius rolled his eyes "You're insatiable."

Loki pretended to walk away, saying, "I can leave, I wouldn't want to distract you from your duty..."

Mobius grabbed him and pulled him against him. "You think you can light a flame and not blow it out?!"

"And what about rules and work?" asked Loki, raising an eyebrow.

"That can wait until tomorrow." replied Mobius, pulling Loki's head to his and silencing him in the most effective way he knew how.

**********

For some time, Mobius had been catching scrutinizing glances from the recruits, some even giggling after running into him.

"I feel like they're staring at me," Mobius said one night as he sat on the couch with Loki in their usual position.

"You can't blame them for being curious. After all, the God of mischief and the famous Agent Mobius, we're legends. And also... um... I may have been showing off a bit for a moment or two about your... prowess. Nothing graphic, just little details," he hastened to add when Mobius' mouth opened.

"Little details," Mobius repeated.

"Oh, but nothing, just that I'm satisfied, that's all."

Hiding his face in his hands, Mobius groaned, "Loki, tell me you didn't discuss our sex life in front of your students!".

"Uh... you want me to lie?"

"Loki!"

"Mobius, people think I'm not mature enough for you. That you're too serious and I'm not enough, that you have more integrity and I don't. Personally, I don't care what other people think. But I want people to know that you are as good to me as I am to you."

"And that requires you to tell them the intimate details of our sex lives..." Mobius mumbled.

"No, no, you don't understand," Loki said, clearly struggling to express himself. "I tell them little things that humanize us. That you like my cooking, that you like jet skiing, that I think you're sexy in the morning when you wake up, nothing too intimate..."

"Only in the morning when you wake up?!"

Count on Mobius to have kept only this part of Loki's answer.

"Even sexier than usual."

"Aaaah, that's the reason for these morning quickies," Mobius replied.

"You don't like it?"

"That's not the point, Loki."

"I know what the point is. The point is, I just want people to know the real you. Let them see you the way I see you."

"And for that, you have to tell them we screw every morning?"

"It was just one time, and it was Casey's fault. He said he didn't picture you as a sex beast."

"It gets better and better."

"Mobiuuuuus. I didn't say anything more than what I just told you, I promised! Now they know why we're perfect together."

"Because I give you satisfying orgasms when I'm barely awake."

"Because you're brilliant, and caring, and yes, incredibly sexy."

Lifting Mobius' hand to his lips, Loki kissed his fingertips and whispered, "And because I love you."

Just like that, Mobius' irritation disappeared. He took Loki's face in his hands and ran his thumb over his lower lip. "And I feel the same way. But Loki, I also wish you wouldn't talk too much about our intimacy, even with your closest friends."

Loki replied with his most mischievous smile, "You think I want to tell them how perfectly your lips fit my mmph."

Mobius had just closed Loki's mouth with a kiss and after that, Loki wasn't articulate enough to list Mobius' bedroom qualities and Mobius unapologetically left his book aside.

After all, it was important that he lived up to his reputation.

**********

"You're looking fine, Mobius. I guess everything is okay with you and Loki? I feel like the cohabitation is going great," HB said as she walked into his office.

Nodding his head, Mobius couldn't help but smirk, "Everything is going very smoothly, yes."

"Clearly." HB smiled. "You look... satisfied."

Mobius' eyes narrowed.

"However, given the bags under your eyes, may I recommend that you rest tonight?"

Mobius widened his smile. "I'm sure I'll rest... someday, even if it's not tonight. As I told you before, Loki can be... enthusiastic, and we're enjoying a bit of a second honeymoon right now."

Chuckling, HB shook his head. "And like I said, enjoy the moment. Even the enthusiasm of youth is wearing off."

"Indeed, it is." He paused before continuing, "Do you need anything?"

"Do I need a reason to visit a friend?" asks HB.

"No, of course not. I even enjoy our little early week dates. You know I like talking with you. After all, you and I have pretty much the same background. We've done well."

HB nodded, "Yes. You're right, but I admit I also stopped by because I need you to validate the latest new recruit evaluations."

Mobius chuckled, "I'll look at those afterwards, and send them to you when I'm done."

"Take your time, you can return them to me next week.

They chatted about various things, then HB got up to leave.

"I'm going to start reading these evaluations, unless my insatiable partner decides to show up...I'd hate to disappoint him you know...."

HB shook his head. "Lovely. And since I'll see you Monday to pick them up, You can give me all the details then. Don't let him tire you out too much!"

"That' s not up to me..." Mobius said, and smiling he pulled the first evaluation toward him. He raised his head and looked at the door, aware of a presence in the room.

Loki, standing in the doorway, was grinning from ear to ear.

"Aha! So it's not just me. You do it too!"

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Reaching up to him, Loki touched Mobius' chest with his index finger.

"You also tell your friends intimate details about our relationship!"

"I certainly don't."

"Oh, I think you do. I just heard HB teasing you about my 'youthful enthusiasm' and telling you to rest because you look tired." Loki's eyes danced with joy.

"I-" Mobius sighed, "Okay, I guess I told her a couple of things about our life together - Hmph!"

Loki threw his arms around Mobius and kissed him deeply. Mobius, surprised at first, put his hand on his cheek, answered the kiss with the same passion, carding his fingers in Loki's hair. Once things calmed down, they parted, breathless.

"What was that for?" asked Mobius, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki's ear in a gesture so familiar now.

"You're talking about me to people, bragging about me." Loki's eyes glowed. "That means you're proud to be with me."

Mobius blinked. "Of course I am. How can you doubt it?"

Loki pressed another kiss to Mobius' mouth. "You can be quite a hard man to read sometimes."

"Not at all," Mobius whispered, as he gently patted Loki's butt. "I'm an open book."

"You are..." laughing, Loki rolled his eyes. "You're not at all." His expression softened as he looked Mobius in the eye. "But I think I can read you."

"You're the only one who can do it," Mobius acknowledged softly.

He wondered how long it would take Loki to see in his eyes the infinite love he had for him, and if he would be able to surprise him with the ring he had in his pocket.

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Whole series of one shot here : Together, for all time, always

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#lokius fic #lokius #loki series #loki #mobius m mobius #moki #wowki #loki x mobius #time husbands #timeforst #established relationship #moving in together

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julyarchives · 4 years ago

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Skinny Love

→ Pairing: Jinho x Female Reader

→ Genre: fluff.

→ Words: 1.3K

→ Contains: Friends to lovers; Jealousy; Roommates to lovers.

→ A/N: We loooved writing this, it's so cute 🥺🥺 thank you for the request, we hope you all like it!

When you started sharing your apartment with Jinho you didn't expect him to bring so many friends over so often, but they were all so nice and friendly that you became an acquaintance to the group. Tonight was one of those nights that they got together to brainstorm new ideas for work, and you assumed the role of the hostess, bringing food and drinks to the boys while they worked hard.

"Jinho is so lucky to have you as a roommate" Hongseok exclaimed, with a long sigh, holding your waist sideways in a childish hug when you brought them sandwiches.

"I know, right? These are delicious." Wooseok answered with his mouth full.

You patted Hongseok's soft hair and laughed.

"It's just food, guys, you are exaggerating"

"Y/n" Hui grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the other "please be my roommate, I want your food every day"

"I can't, sweetie, Jinho would starve to death without me" you cooed, running your fingers through his hair just like you did to Hongseok, and everyone laughed.

"Guys, leave her alone, we have work to do and she's not your maid, geez" Jinho rolled his eyes

You were taken aback by his attitude because you've never seen him acting like this before. And so apparently did everyone, the conversation dying and everyone awkwardly focusing again the their tasks.

The living room was packed, some of the boys even laying down on the carpet, and you found yourself a free armrest to sit down and quietly scroll through your phone as they did their thing.

Changgu rested a hand on your thigh to get your attention.

"Can you pass me that note pad" he whispered

You quietly did so, not missing Jinho's side-eye.

You were so confused with the way he was acting, the snappy remarks were never something that you were used to see coming from him. You were afraid your presence was doing that, getting in the way of their business, so you excused yourself to the kitchen, getting your mind occupied with the dirty dishes.

you were still bothered, feeling a little anxious about upsetting your roommate, so you sneaked a text to Kino, asking if he thought Jinho is mad at you. Mot 5 minutes later he showed up next to you

"I don't think Jinho is mad at you, y/n" smiling sweetly.

"You know you could've just texted me back, right?" You chuckled.

"Yeah, I just wanted an excuse for a break." He shrugged. "Seriously though, he's just stressed with work, I guess."

"You think so?" You pouted dramatically

"I'm sure of it. He's always gushing about you, he adores you, there's no way he would be mad at you" He reassured you "now, come on, you don't have to run away from us'

Kino grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the living room, ignoring your hushed protests.

"you're awful" you whispered to him when he only let go of you when you sat down again on where you were before.

"Anyway-" Jinho said a little louder.

You sank a little further into your seat, your phone buzzing right after it, with a text from Kino "stop worrying! Is not about you!". You looked at him, who was watching you and laughed quietly, shaking your head.

The rest of the night passed smoothly and now everyone was getting ready to leave. You started picking up after them, and Shinwon stood back.

"Let me help you." He offered.

"it's ok, I got this" you offered him a smile "thank you, though"

"Yeah, I can help her, don't worry" Jinho entered back, his tone a little dry.

"Ok…" Shinwon said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head" see you guys around then."

You pinched Shinwon's cheek, trying to ease the mood.

"You're the cutest" you cooed "I'll walk you to the door."

When everyone left, you and Jinho cleaned up the rest of the dishes and took the trash out, not exchanging words, and that didn't soothe your anxiety from earlier, especially the frown that didn't leave his face, and you decided to take a shower to relax a little bit.

He had already retreated to his bedroom when you got out, but you weren't happy with how things were left. You knocked softly at his door and he immediately told you to come in, and so you found him sitting in his bed, back resting against the headboard, earbuds hanging on his neck with some loud music coming from it.

"I'm sorry I bothered you guys earlier," you sat on the edge of his bed. "Next time you need a meeting I can go out to the library or something."

His features soften for the first time since they left, a small smile peaking at the corner of his lips.

"You never bother, y/n" his soft voice completely different from anything that happened earlier.

"Ok" your voice was almost a whisper, and you weren't sure what to do next.

It was Jinho who moved to sit by your side.

"I'm sorry if I was a jackass earlier, I didn't mean to be rude."

"No, it's ok, I understand."

"No, it's fine, I know it's not ok. I just…"

He took a deep breath, nervousness written all over his face. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

"Don't be nervous, you can tell me anything." You said softly "I promise I won't be upset"

You were convinced that he was actually bothered by you intruding in his friend group, especially during work, so you were getting ready to be told off.

You pulled a strand of hair out of his face, realizing that he looked so cute with his hair growing a little longer.

"It is stuff like this, you know?" He held your hand that was touching him and clasped it securely between his both.

You didn't miss the way your heart skipped a beat.

"I saw the guys being so comfortable touching you, and you doing the same to them, I guess I just felt jealous."

"You don't have to be jealous, Jinho, and you can always feel comfortable with skinship, you know I'm a very touchy person."

"Yes, but I want you to be like that with someone else." He confessed.

You blinked a couple of times in silence, tilting your head in confusion.

"What do you mean?" You asked

"I love how affectionate you are and I basically melt when you touch my hair. And I hate seeing you do that to someone else."

Everything went quiet. The blush on his cheek was adorable and you had the impulse of planting a kiss on the soft skin where it rose pink.

Jinho's eyes widened but immediately after his eyes turned into two crescent moons that adorned the beautiful smile on his face before he returned the kiss, his warm lips on your cheeks making the butterflies on your stomach flip around.

You stared at each other with matching smiles, and you cupped his face, caressing it with your thumb. This time you two met halfway, and his hand shyly caught your waist. When your lips touched a tingly feeling ran through your whole body like it was waiting for that for a long time. The kiss was shy and soft, both of you uncertain of boundaries. It was Jinho who deepened the kiss when you sighed in content. Your fingers caressed his nape and his hand squeezed your waist. He pecked a couple more times before leaning back to look at you.

"You won't do that to the other boys too, right?" He asked with a pretty smile, making you chuckle.

You kissed him again before answering

"What are you asking me, Jo Jinho?" Your grin was hard to hold back

"I'm asking if you would like to kiss me more times?" His charming ways made you swoon. "Maybe go on a date with me?"

"You're something else." You smiled and shook your head.

#Jinho #Jinho fluff #jinho reader #jo jinho #pentagon jinho #fluff #pentagon fluff #pentagon scenario #pentagon #pentagon imagine #pentagon fanfic #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop scenario #kpop fanfic

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Written In The Stars CXXXVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Meet Mel’s little brother :)

Words: 5,235

Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Book Six

Listen to: ‘Thread’ -by Keane.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Leon Regulus Sultens-Black.

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED RETURNS

[...]Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, re-instated member of the International Confederation of Wizards, and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, was unavailable for comment last night.

He has insisted for a year that You-Know-Who was not dead, as was widely hoped and believed, but recruiting followers once more for a fresh attempt to seize power. Meanwhile the Boy Who Lived —

"There you are, Harry, I knew they'd drag you into it somehow," Hermione interrupted.

"Of course they would," Erick rolled his eyes, he was sitting on the floor between the two beds, his back against Hermione's bed.

Now that all his Slytherin friends knew the truth, they had stopped talking to him, so Erick was now spending all his time with Mel.

"He's 'the Boy Who Lived' again now, though, isn't he? Not such a show-off maniac anymore, eh?" Ron grabbed a bunch of chocolate frogs from his bedside table and handed one to each.

He leaned over and stretched out his hand to Erick, the older boy stared down at the chocolate and then up to him, Ron waved it impatiently in front of his face and Erick grabbed it quickly.

"Yes, they're very complimentary about you now, Harry," Hermione agreed. "'A lone voice of truth... perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story... forced to bear ridicule and slander...' Hmm... I notice they don't mention the fact that it was them doing all the ridiculing and slandering, though... 'You-Know-Who's Last Attempt to Take Over, pages two to four, What the Ministry Should Have Told Us, page five, Why Nobody Listened to Albus Dumbledore, pages six to eight, Exclusive Interview with Harry Potter and Mel Dumbledore, page nine...' Well, it's certainly given them lots to write about. And that interview with Harry and Mel isn't exclusive, it's the one that was in The Quibbler months ago..."

"Daddy sold it to them," said Luna. "He got a very good price for it too, so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack."

"...That sounds lovely," Hermione said after a short silence.

"So anyway, what's going on in school?"

"Well, Flitwick's got rid of Fred and George's swamp," said Ginny. "He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off —"

"Why?"

"Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic."

"I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George, they sent me all these, you know," Ron pointed at the bunch of Frogs. "Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh?"

"I'll miss them..." Mel sighed.

"You can always buy a few of their products and set them around the school," Harry offered, "it'll feel as if they were still here."

She chuckled softly, around them the group shared confused and relieved glances. It wasn't exactly like before, but they could sense the friendly tones of their conversations, they had stopped fighting.

Although it didn't mean there wouldn't be fights later, they had pushed the conversation about their lifeline further into the future, right now they didn't have the energy to discuss life-changing matters.

"So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, everything's settled right back down again," Neville nodded.

"I s'pose Filch is happy, is he?" asked Ron.

"Not at all! He's really, really miserable, actually..." Ginny lowered her voice. "He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts..."

"If any of you feel like pranking Filch next year, let me know so I can look the other way," Erick joked.

All of them turned to see Professor Umbridge on the bed opposite Ron and Hermione's. Dumbledore had rescued her from the centaurs, nobody knew how, and Umbridge was out of it, therefore unable to speak.

"Madam Pomfrey says she's just in shock," Hermione explained.

"Sulking, more like," said Ginny.

"Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this," said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly around.

"Anything wrong, Professor?" called Madam Pomfrey, poking her head around her office door.

"No... no..." said Umbridge, sinking back into her pillows, "no, I must have been dreaming..."

Hermione and Ginny muffled their laughter.

"Serves her right," Mel scowled. "She caused a lot of suffering this year..."

She looked down at Harry's hand, and the boy moved it only to hold hers.

"Speaking of centaurs," Hermione spoke, causing Harry to retreat his hand abruptly, "who's Divination teacher now? Is Firenze staying?"

"He's got to, the other centaurs won't take him back, will they?" Harry shrugged.

"It looks like he and Trelawney are both going to teach," said Ginny.

"Bet Dumbledore wishes he could've got rid of Trelawney for good. Mind you, the whole subjects useless if you ask me, Firenze isn't a lot better..."

"How can you say that?" Hermione frowned. "After we've just found out that there are real prophecies? It is a pity it broke..."

"Yeah, it is. Still, at least You-Know-Who never found out what was in it either, it was clever of you to break it, Mel. Though you really shouldn't have used your hand to do so..."

"I think it made you look really tough," Erick smiled.

Mel returned his gesture tensely, she wished she could feel as calm as the rest of her friends, she wanted to go back to normal but she couldn't ignore what was about to happen once the school year ended, now her home had as many ghosts as the castle.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ron asked in a hurt voice when Harry stood up to leave.

"Er — Hagrid's. You know, he just got back and I promised I'd go down and see him and tell him how you two are..."

"Oh all right then," Ron grumbled. "Wish we could come..."

"Say hello to him for us!" said Hermione. "And ask him what's happening about... about his little friend!"

Erick occupied Harry's place, he nudged her arm.

"You're going to let him go just like that?"

Mel contemplated the door in silence. She was ready for Harry's grief this time, there would be moments when he would want to be left alone and she had no problem with it. She understood, there were moments in which she wanted to hide away forever and never wake up.

"He doesn't need me right now," The girl shrugged. "And before you give me a lecture, I don't mean it in a bad way. Whatever he's going through... I can't help him go through it faster. I can't even help myself..."

Mel looked out the window to avoid her friend's eyes.

"How about we go for a walk?" Erick suggested.

They stopped once they reached the courtyard. It was deserted, most of the students were out on the school grounds bathing in the sun. Mel sat on the edge of one of the archways while Erick remained standing, she could feel him staring, but she kept her eyes down.

"So you and Harry are okay now," He started, "no more fighting?"

"None at all," She sighed. "We have better things to do than to fight over our love life. Not that it matters, we've stopped liking each other that way."

"How come?"

"It just happened," She replied quietly.

Erick hummed, moving to sit next to her.

"Maybe you're meant to be just friends. I mean, your relationship is already too complicated with the lifeline..."

Mel couldn't care less about what her relationship with Harry was destined to be. She didn't know what she wanted to do with the connection after hearing Harry's reasons to keep it. All she could think of was her mother; she'd sacrificed so much to keep them safe, what Sirius had done to help them... She was running out of days to think of a proper way to apologize to her family. Dumbledore had taken the blame but those were just words, in the end, it was Mel and Harry who'd decided to drop every precaution, part of her felt she deserved all the hurt.

"You know," Erick said quietly. "I've been thinking about dropping out of school after this year."

"Why?"

"Well, my intention was to become a Ministry worker, but after these last few months, I realized they're useless. It would change my plans completely... but maybe I could join the Order?"

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know what I want," He sighed tiredly. "I know I'm good at duelling and I have nowhere else to go... Did you know Sirius offered to take me in for the summer?"

Mel stared at him.

"Well, he did," Erick continued. "He said I could live with him, that he didn't mind having me around — said I reminded him of his younger brother... Wish I could've done something to help him..."

"You should hate me," She blurted out. "My mother's going to hate me. She'll hate me for being impulsive and for not listening to my uncle — My brother will hate me..."

"Why would I hate you?" He frowned.

"It's my fault that your parents kicked you out," She responded. "I made you write those letters to Anne. It was me who dragged you into this mess, you never wanted any of this, you would've lived a quiet, prosperous life —"

"And I would've been miserable," Erick shook his head. "You never forced me to do anything. You asked and I granted every time because I wanted to, I needed you to give me that final push... I made my choice the moment I met you, Mel."

"It's my fault you don't get to live with Sirius — it's because of me that you won't have a nice home —"

"It's because of you that I'm still alive," His voice trembled with incredulity. He moved closer and held her by the shoulders. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I'm so lucky I found you..."

The girl had been shoving all her worries deep within herself for too long, she hadn't cried properly, refusing to let herself grieve since she felt she had no right to do so. Erick's voice sounded honest and comforting, she cracked under the pressure.

Erick hugged her and Mel wept like she hadn't done in months, not even while making peace with Harry. She sobbed as loud as she wanted, and the knot that had been stopping her from breathing finally loosened a bit, it made her feel as if she was slowly shrinking back into her child self, the girl cornered in the playground, but she wasn't alone anymore, and she was no longer a weak little thing.

Erick ran a hand through her hair gently, there was something about the way he touched her that made her feel safe.

"You'll feel better. I promise you will..."

He'd lost someone not so long ago, the only adult he'd loved and cared for him. He was probably still grieving, but the fact that he was there, in one piece, was the definite and only proof she needed to hold onto her hopes.

When the last day of school arrived, it also meant having to sit there surrounded by curious eyes all staring at her and Harry, and she knew what Dumbledore would say during his speech.

Stay together.

She'd talked about the same thing for three days in a row and she was exhausted, if she could, she would drink a potion to forget everything, maybe even the fact that she was a witch, and she would go live with her uncle Lupin, surrounded by nothing but trees...

However, Mel had to keep fighting. It was far from over.

She decided to skip the feast and asked her friends to bring her food once it ended, she slowly made her way back to the tower. Mel turned right on one of the corridors and stopped abruptly when she saw Harry.

For a second they stared at each other in mild confusion, they had been careful not to spend too much time alone because they knew they would end up discussing things they weren't ready to address. Mel gathered enough energy to give him a weak smile.

"Trying to find your appetite? Me too."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"You're not hungry?"

"It's been happening all year," She sighed. "I guess I grew out of that too..."

"No way. You'll be eating in a week, I expect."

"I expect the same from you," She replied. "I'll make sure you eat twice as much. Merlin knows you need it."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Care if I join you? I could use a walk."

The silence didn't last long when they found Luna.

"How come you're not at the feast?" asked Harry.

"Well, I've lost most of my possessions. People take them and hide them, you know. But as it's the last night, I really do need them back, so I've been putting up signs."

"That's horrible," Mel frowned.

"How come people hide your stuff?"

"Oh... well... I think they think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me 'Loony' Lovegood, actually," The girl said casually.

"That's no reason for them to take your things," Harry replied. "They used to call Mel a nutter too, but they didn't hide away her things."

"That's because they thought I was an attractive nutter," Mel rolled her eyes. "Prats. People need new brains, Luna. You're wonderful."

"D'you want help finding them?"

"Oh no," Luna smiled. "They'll come back, they always do in the end. It was just that I wanted to pack tonight. Anyway... why aren't you at the feast?"

Harry and Mel shared a look and shrugged.

"We didn't feel like it."

"No," Luna agreed, and for a second, Mel was able to see something more than just the usual vagueness in her eyes. "I don't suppose you do. That man the Death Eaters killed was your godfather, wasn't he? Ginny told me. She also said your mother and him were expecting a baby, Mel."

Harry nodded, Mel barely replied with a broken 'yes'.

"Have you..." The boy started slowly. "I mean, who... has anyone you've known ever died?"

"Yes. My mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine."

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled.

"Yes, it was rather horrible. I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've still got Dad. And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?"

"Er — isn't it?" Harry glanced back at Mel with slight worry.

"Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?"

"You mean..." The boy started, but he didn't dare to finish.

"In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them. I could see you felt them too, Mel. They're always there."

Luna smiled at them carelessly, as if she'd just commented on the weather.

"Are you sure you don't want us to help you look for your stuff?"

"Oh no. No, I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up... It always does in the end... Well, have a nice holiday."

"Yeah... yeah, you too."

"Bye, Luna."

As they watched her go, Harry turned his head slightly without withdrawing his eyes from the Ravenclaw.

"You think she's telling the truth?"

"About what?"

"Everything."

Mel stared at the notice on the wall for a moment, deciding to use her popular card one last time in order to help a friend.

"I think I would love for it to be true," She responded. "And since I have the liberty to believe in whatever I please... then yes, I think she's right."

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who had clearly been waiting all week for the opportunity to strike without teacher witnesses, attempted to ambush Harry halfway down the train as he made his way back from the toilet.

The attack might have succeeded had it not been for the fact that they unwittingly chose to stage the attack right outside a compartment full of D.A. members, who saw what was happening through the glass and rose as one to rush to Harry's aid.

Ron and Harry walked back into their compartment and told them what had just happened outside, Erick put down the book he was reading and scoffed.

"One would think that having your parents sent to Azkaban would knock some sense into you... I'll have to keep an eye on them next year, then."

Mel turned to look at him in surprise.

"You'll come back?"

"Yes," He said, a little smile playing on his lips. "I got a letter this morning ..."

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. It was her mother's handwriting.

"I'm welcomed to stay with you this summer, and I think I'll take the offer," He grinned. "I don't wish to work at the Ministry, but I could learn a few things before I'm off to become a member of the Order. Besides, I can't think of a better way to thank Sirius than to look after all of you in the meantime..."

"I think that's very sensible of you," Hermione agreed. "It would've been stupid to give up your education now."

"What's stupid is that he's been ignored by his housemates," Ron replied. "The only decent bloke that house got in decades and they hurled him out? That's rubbish!"

Everyone stared at Ron with amusement, the boy turned a bit red.

"What? I can admit when someone's a good person!"

"I don't know what to say," Erick laughed. "Gryffindor's king just gave me his blessing..."

Ron turned redder and threw a jellybean at him.

Harry and Ron whiled away most of the journey playing wizard chess while Hermione read out snippets from the Prophet. It was now full of articles about how to repel dementors, attempts by the Ministry to track down Death Eaters, and hysterical letters claiming that the writer had seen Lord Voldemort walking past their house that very morning...

"It hasn't really started yet," sighed Hermione gloomily, folding up the newspaper again. "But it won't be long now..."

Neville let out a short sigh, absently patting his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Mel put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, he looked up and smiled tensely.

"Hey, Harry," Ron kicked his leg.

Cho Chang was passing by with Marietta Edgecombe, who made a great deal out of hiding her face. Harry barely reacted, glancing at her before returning his gaze to the game.

"What's — er — going on with you and her anyway?" Ron asked, unsure of whether this was a safe subject to handle with Mel around.

"Nothing," Harry answered.

"I — er — heard she's going out with someone else now," added Hermione, looking at Mel as well.

"You're well out of it, mate. I mean, she's quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful."

"Right, because Harry's a ray of sunshine," Erick taunted.

"She's probably cheerful enough with someone else," Harry shrugged.

"Who's she with now anyway?" Ron asked.

"Michael Corner," Ginny responded.

"Michael — but —" Ron stammered. "But you were going out with him!"

"Not anymore. He didn't like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch and got really sulky, so I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead," Ginny said distractedly, focused on her Quibbler.

"Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot," Ron said happily. "Good for you. Just choose someone... better, next time."

"Well, I've chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he's better?" Ginny replied.

"WHAT?"

Ron knocked over the chess and Crookshanks chased around the pieces. Grey merely opened one eye before going back to sleep.

Erick laughed again, freedom suited him. The stiffness of his shoulders had vanished and although he kept some old-fashioned attitudes, he was slowly coming out of his shell. Affection settled on Mel's heart.

"What about you?" He asked her, bringing her back from her reverie.

"What about me?"

"Do you have any new prospects in mind? I know Fred's hard to beat, but..."

"I don't think I'm ready to date anyone yet," Mel responded sincerely. "Why?"

"No reason," He replied.

His eyes lingered on her long after she'd looked away.

The moment came when the train got to the station, and she stayed behind, unsure of whether she wanted to see what was expecting her outside the platform.

It was time to meet her brother.

"Remember what I told you," Erick offered his arm for her to hold.

Her mouth was dry, but she nodded and held his arm firmly, letting him guide her to the other side of the wall with a firm step.

There was Mad-Eye Moody, looking quite as sinister with his bowler hat pulled low over his magical eye as he would have done without it, his gnarled hands clutching a long staff, his body wrapped in a voluminous traveling cloak.

Tonks stood just behind him, her bright bubble-gum-pink hair gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the dirty glass station ceiling, wearing heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt bearing the legend the weird sisters.

Next to Tonks was Lupin, his face pale, his hair graying, a long and threadbare overcoat covering a shabby jumper and trousers. At the front of the group stood Mr and Mrs Weasley, dressed in their Muggle best, and Fred and George, who were both wearing brand-new jackets in some lurid green, scaly material.

Emily was next to Lupin, she was hugging a bundle of blankets that could only be one thing. She didn't look like Mel was expecting, there were dark circles under her eyes, but she was far from angry.

Her face filled with relief as soon as she saw her. Mel stumbled back, not knowing what to do. Emily realized that her daughter was afraid and she looked at her in confusion.

"Mel," She began carefully. "D'you remember what I told Harry last year after the third task?"

Mel remembered, of course.

"You said no one would blame him for fighting as hard as he could."

"That's right," Emily cupped her daughter's cheek. "I was so scared of losing you... My brave, brave girl."

Mel hugged her mother tightly, around her, she heard the others welcoming the rest of their friends.

"Ron, Ginny! Oh, and Harry dear — how are you?"

"Fine..."

"What are they supposed to be?" Ron's voice asked.

"Finest dragon skin, little bro," Fred responded, probably talking about his clothes. "Business is booming and we thought we'd treat ourselves."

Mel finally stepped back so Erick could say hi as well. She realized then that she was now as tall as her mother.

"It's time you meet someone," Emily said, drying her face with the back of her sleeve. "Come here... this is Leon Regulus. Reggie, this is your sister."

He was the tiniest person she'd ever seen, didn't have much hair yet, but his eyes were definitely grey. She remembered Luna's words and in a way, she felt that a part of Sirius still remained.

"I have a brother," She whispered in awe.

"Is that your sibling?" Ginny beamed. "Can I see him?"

Quickly, Ron and the girls approached to look at him.

Harry stayed behind, a bit unsure of whether he was allowed to meet him.

"Hello, kids," Lupin greeted them while the rest of their friends surrounded Emily.

"Hi. I didn't expect... what are you all doing here?" Harry asked.

"Well, Emily can't drive and watch over the baby at the same time, as for the rest, we thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before letting them take you home."

"I dunno if that's a good idea," Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh, I think it is," Moody growled. "That'll be them, will it, Potter?"

Mel looked over Moody's shoulder and saw the Dursleys, shocked to the core at such scene. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it, the first genuine laughter ever since coming back from the Ministry.

She felt someone poking her shoulder and she turned, coming face to face with the twins.

"What, we stop seeing each other for a few weeks and you forget we exist?" Fred smirked.

She jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I would never forget you. Have you met my brother?"

"Yes, ugly little thing," Fred grimaced, George hit the back of his head. "What? It's true! No newborn is pretty..."

"Bold words from someone with the ugliest taste in clothing," Mel laughed again, it was interesting what a bunch of familiar and happy faces could do to her soul.

"We heard Erick's staying with you this summer... Pitty, we were thinking about hiring him as our assistant."

"I would rather choke on my tongue," Erick walked up to them. "You look ridiculous, and that's coming from someone who likes to wear formal shirts on the weekends."

Fred and George trapped him in a bear hug and messed up his hair, Erick tried to fight back but it only made things worse.

"You missed us!"

"Flimsy little prince like you must bore to death without us around to keep things interesting..."

"Trust me," Erick grunted, looking at her with a smile. "Mel made sure you weren't that sorely missed."

"Ah, kids!" Mr Weasley looked at them. "Boys, let go of him! Ah, look at what you did! He looks like a madman..."

Erick blushed a nice shade of pink, but he laughed it off.

"It's okay, Mr Weasley..."

"He looks far better like this," Fred teased.

"Don't listen to them, they're just jealous," Emily replied, followed shortly by the girls and Ron. "Harry, would you like to meet my son?"

Harry wasn't expecting her to address him, but he didn't have the nerve to say no. Emily took it as a yes and did something she hadn't done with the rest of them: She asked him if he wanted to hold him.

Harry stared at the baby without uttering a word. He took him, and with a few pointers from Emily, soon enough Leon was safely tucked on his arms.

"He's... he's got his eyes," Harry said quietly. "Reggie, you say? ...He's brilliant."

For a moment he forgot about the rest of the world, Harry could see his godfather reflected on those small, shiny eyes, and with that came a life with no mistakes in it yet, a new opportunity to make things right.

Emily didn't take the baby away, instead, she joined the group of adults.

"Well — shall we do it, then?" Mr Weasley then directed his attention to Moody.

"Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur."

He and Mr Weasley took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.

"Good afternoon," said Mr Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. "You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley."

As Mr Weasley had singlehandedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one.

Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly.

"We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry."

"Yeah. About how he's treated when he's at your place," Moody growled. "And trust us, Emily has made sure to tell us all about it."

Her mother smiled brightly.

"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house —" Mr Dursley started, but he was soon interrupted.

"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley."

"Anyway, that's not the point," Tonks added. "The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry —"

"— and make no mistake, we'll hear about it," Lupin added, looking briefly at Mel and winking.

"Yes, even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone —"

"Telephone," Hermione corrected under her breath.

"Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to," Moody growled.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" Mr Dursley asked in anger.

"Yes, I am."

"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?"

"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

He turned from Uncle Vernon to Harry. "So, Potter... give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along..."

"We'll keep an eye on him, Moody," Mel's mother replied, "Erick, Mel and I will. Feel free to have every meal with us from now on, Harry. There's no reason for you to be eating rubbish."

Aunt Petunia gasped loudly at this.

"I..." Harry blinked. "Okay."

Emily stepped forward and seized Regulus, then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Harry's cheek.

"We'll see you in a while, love."

"'Bye, then, Potter," Moody patted his shoulder.

"Take care, Harry," said Lupin. "Keep in touch."

"You're not coming?" Mel asked.

"I'm afraid not," The man said, hugging her one last time. "We have work to do."

"I could help if you want," Erick responded quickly.

"You're not going anywhere," Mel argued, holding his arm protectively.

"Maybe later, kid," Lupin answered, staring at them in slight amusement.

"We should move," Emily responded before Erick could argue back.

"Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can," Mrs Weasley said. "And of course, Emily dear, all of you are invited."

"We'll see you soon," said Ron shaking Harry and Erick's hands.

"Really soon," Hermione added. "We promise."

Harry then summoned a real, loving smile. He waved at everyone goodbye and then turned to Mel and Erick.

A strange thought came to her when she watched those two boys standing next to her and her mother: Family.

Difficult times were ahead, but they would go through them. Together.

"Well," Harry scratched the back of his neck. "I'll see you later."

Erick sat in the backseat with restless curiosity, examining every detail.

"First time?" Mel grinned, looking over to the older boy and her little brother, completely asleep on the baby chair. "If you feel like vomiting don't stress, I get carsick too..."

"Ready?" Emily asked.

Mel stroke Grey's head and turned around to face forward.

Yes, she was ready.

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The witch Mint, the wizard Tortoise, and Luara who hadn't found her style quite yet, carefully made their way through the dark pine forest just outside of the school grounds. The perpetual frost that clung to the cold soil crinkled under foot as a sharp wind rattled the branches above them. The three mages were warm in their enchanted robes even as their breath fogged the air infront of them.

"I'm sure he's fine," Mint said, his arms crossed tight across his chest and his voice shaking just so slightly, "Hell, he was probably just running late. I bet he's already at the class room and we're going to be in trouble for not being there."

"No way," Luara replied, as she pushed onward towards the small cabin they knew was somewhere around here, "Professor Van Shamanov is never late, and you know how weird hes been acting over the last few weeks,"

"He's been acting weird because you keep trying to talk him into summoning a new familiar," Tortoise rolled their eyes, "Let the old bastard grieve,"

"Grieving is one thing, but his familiar has been dead for like a hundred years? He needs to move on, and like, its obvious he's capital L Lonely," Luara turns on her heel to follow a different path through the woods, hopeful that This would be the right one. She doesn't worry about getting lost, worst case scenario Mint's insane sense of direction would save them.

"Yeah, I'm going to side with Luara on this one, Tort," Mint nodded as Tortoise gasped in mock offense, "You heard what Headmistress said, the man's getting to the edge of what The Viper will allow. He shouldn't be all alone in the end, and you know he won't just make a friend or something. Too much of a loner,"

"Nope! He won't make new friends because his trio is broken," Luara said,

"And how would you know that?" Tortoise quirked a brow, "Been snooping on our favorite GILF?"

Luara stopped and turned to glare at them, and to their credit, Tortoise managed to not flinch or look away for an entire ten seconds, "He isn't a GILF because that would imply one of us wants to fuck him," Tortoise intoned like a scolded child as they dropped their gaze.

"Good neither." Luara turned to set back on their way as Mint snickered.

Eventually they did find their way to the rotting cabin, a full two hours after class was supposed to have started. Luara took the old brass knocker in hand and thunked it down hard against its strike plate three times.

A moment passed with no response.

Luara raised her hand to knock again as the door swung open on screeching hinges.

Professor Van Shamanov's impressive bulk filled the doorway as he stooped down to glare at his visitors from below the head jamb.

His eyes softened as he saw his startled students, bending to step out of his home and closing the door behind himself as he spoke, "Hello," his voice was rough with too many years spent in fire warmed rooms, "I suppose I'm a bit late for class aren't I?" He untied his robe from around his waist to put it on properly as he started back towards the college.

"Yes sir," Luara never thought of herself as short until she was having to jog to keep pace with their frankly giant teacher's strides, "We were worried about you, its not like you to be late,"

"Yes, I know I've been out of it lately," He nods before changing the topic, "Did you three complete your assignment? Gathered all of your components for today?" he holds out a hand and whistls to call his staff to him, the gnarled thing shot out of the woods like a torpedo but he caught it with practiced ease before it could splinter itself against the trunks of one of the trees, "And are you positive the components you chose are the ones you want to use? The difference could very well change the course of you lives."

Mint fussed with the bundle in his pocket before nodding. Tortoise pulled theirs from under their hat and smiled as they held it up proudly. Luara pulled two from her coat, one wrapped in the yellow she preferred for her spell work, one in the soft lavender Van Shamanov did.

"Yeah, and I brought one for you two," Luara chirped as non chalantly as she could.

To all three students surprise the professor actually held out a hand for it, "I'm curious what you think I'd put in that circle," he huffed good naturedly.

Luara handed it over and giddily tossed a smirk over her shoulder at the others as Van Shamanov undid the bindings to open it up.

A moment later she crashed into him as he stopped dead in his tracks to turn towards her. Luara staggered a step back, "Everything okay professor?" She asked nervously.

"Who told you? I assume Katy, but Headmistress might have known as well," his gaze was focused on the items in his palm, a dried orchid bloom, a nickel ring, and a wishbone.

"Dean Deane ," Luara said with an averted gaze, it wasn't like the professor to show such open anger, "She thinks you need to summon a new familiar, and that if you had the same components you did for your first it might be easier for you,"

"Please do not snoop like this again." Van Shamanov said firmly before turning back on his path, "We will be quiet until we get to class," he commands.

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The other two trios that made up their summoning 833 class perked up as Van Shamanov entered.

"My apologies for being late. Is everyone ready to begin?" He pulled a tarp from his desk drawer and tossed it into the air. It straightened itself out and settled ready for use in the clear spot in the center of the room.

He waits for the murmurs of agreement to die down before starting on his spiel, "I trust that every last one of you has put the necessary time and thought into what will be happening today. A familiar is a life partner, they will be at your side through thick and thin and will be entirely reliant on you for the magical energy that sustains their like. They will aid you in every way they can and do whatever it takes to help you as long as you return that favor. They are powerful and temperamental creatures of contract, harming or betraying them will be the last thing you do. If any one of you has any hesitations about this, any second thoughts, anything other than Full confidence in what you are about to do, what components you have chosen, or what you will say to them once they are listening, leave. You are not ready yet, and I say that without judgment, I'd rather see you leave today than with a disloyal familiar tomorrow."

He stood infront of his class, head held high as he finished his final warning and reminder and waited to see if any of his students would flinch. When he was met with only eager eyes and nervous smiles he grinned from beneath his beard, "Very good," he turned to who he has decided will go first, "Tortoise, you're up," he finishes firmly as he steps back towards his desk

"Wait, Why?" Tortoise hesitated to get out of their seat.

"Because I'm upset with Luara and I know she wants to go first. By asking you to go first I am acknowledging that as directly as I am ethically allowed to." He takes his seat at his desk as Luara pouts.

"Why not Mint?" Tortoise looked to his friend who blanched at the suggestion, "Never mind, I forgot he was a coward," they sighed and pulled their bundle of components and their wand from beneath their hat as they stood to go to the edge of the circle.

The bundle was dropped in the center of the interlaced runes. The room was near silent beside the soft crackle of the torches. With everyone's attention on them Tortoise knelt in one of the smaller warded circles that surrounded the larger summoning circle.

Their instincts told them to just start pouring magic into it, a show of power to attract an equally powerful familiar, but Professor Van Shamanov had warned them against doing that. Power and Impulsiveness were not a good mix. Besides, they were a wizard, without structure their magic would fizzle and drain too quickly for them to really get anything going.

So, they took a deep breath and reached out to the warding line, pouring magic into it to set it glowing and active. Familiars didn't tend to turn violent with their summoners even if they declined the offer, but it never hurt to be cautious. Then they found the connecting line, the one that wrapped around and around and around the circle, that conected it to the other they'd be reaching into to try and coax a familiar across the boundary from one universe to another. Finally, they found the call line and pushed a surge of power through it, along with the promise of their favorite dice set, a bell they found in the sand outside their childhood home, and a bracelet their little brother had made for them before he passed away.

Speaking the meaning of the offerings was not a necessity, but Tortoise always struggled with the ephemeral and passing concepts along a line like this was definitely more a witch's skill than a wizard's.

"I offer you a dice set with the blessing of The Raven, she's my patron and she could be yours as well. A bell I found when I was young, I carried it with me on a chain around my neck for many years, it doesn't ring anymore but it holds more memories than I could speak, and a gift from my little brother, he didn't know about magic, but he told me that it would protect me. And well… I haven't died yet? So, I assume it works," they take a breath to find their center, "I am called Tortoise and I ask for…" They paused, this was the part that even with the years they had had to think about it, he could never decide on, "I ask for a friend. Someone who's sturdy and who I can rely on."

A hushed moment passed as the candles flickered and the smell of ozone filled the room. At first a fine mist formed within the summoning circle, it glittered like a frozen fog as it passed from its world and into ours, though soon it was thickening around the offered items and taking a solid form.

Tortoise couldn't help but choke out a laugh as a galapagos tortoise took shape before him. Its dull grey shell alone was bigger around than the circle Tortoise knelt in,

"What am I called?" the tortoise asked with a smooth water thin voice,

"Wizard," Tortoise responded with the name that formed heavy in their mind as soon as the tortoise had taken shap. They grinned and stood and let the magic fade from the circle, to set Wizard free of the bindings on it that trapped her within it.

"I look forward to being your friend, Tortoise," Wizard said as she made her way out of the circle with the slow elegant confidence only a fey shaped like a tortoise could muster.

The rest of the class clapped and jeered, Mint shook their shoulder as they took their seat, and Luara clapped and half jumped out of her seat to take her turn before Professor Van Shamanov could call on someone elsee.

Tortoise couldn't stop smiling after Wizard got comfortable next to them, nor could they focus on their friend's turn. They had a familiar and they looked forward to being her friend.

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All art is mine. I know my art styles kinda weird but please don't mind it XD

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[BIC]😈Name: Noburu Kirakuto

[BIC]😈Gender: Female

[BIC]😈Quirk: Elasticity (can stretch)

[BIC]😈Age: 15

[BIC]😈Height: 174cm or 5ft 8.(stretches herself out to be more than six foot tall often)

[BIC]😈Nicknames: Slim, Stretch, Boru, delinquent, or beanpole.

[BC]💜Noburu's song (it fits her best) [Here!🎺|https://youtu.be/J9DEcaV0s3Y]

[BIC] 💜Appearance💜

[IC]Noburu Is a very tall and skinny girl with medium length Dirty blonde Hair, (she dyes it a LOT so it changes A LOT) Stormy blue eyes, and dark circles under her eyes. (She does a lot of pacing at 3am)

[IC]she has very skinny limbs, large hands, and stretch marks cover almost the majority of her body except for her face. She also tends wear baggier clothing, but everything looks baggy when it hangs off her slim figure. She also tends to wear a fannypack or a ball cap a lot of the time, even with her uniform.

(Also she's super skinny when stretching herself to be taller, but shes actually is a little chubby when shes at her normal height. Prolly her loose skin. Its not a dramatic chubby, shes still quite skinny, but has a bit of baby fat at her normal height.)

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[BIC]"gee whiz that sucks" ~Noburu

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[BIC]🔮About Noburu🔮

[BIC]Noburu is a very mischievous kid, and loves to pull harmless pranks and acts of vandalism, but despite her cocky and obnoxious outside, she is a bit of an social outcast. Only keeping to a very meager group of friends, and tends to avoid new people.

[BIC]She also has a lot of strange tendencies, and likes to stretch herself really tall to make her feel more confident and come off as more intimidating. Even thought it wears her out to use her quirk most of the time, she does it to help cope with her anxieties. In her mind being intimidating and tall, helps her feel less helpless and aids her in avoiding potential confrontations with other people.

[BIC]Whenever she's with friends she tends to shrink back down to her average height which is more around 174cm (5ft 8). Still pretty tall compared to a lot of the other girls in MUA, but she's less nervous around girls as she is around boys. The more nervous she is the taller she will make herself basically.

[BIC]She hardly ever takes breaks from using her quirk, especially in a crowded setting like MUA where her anxiety is at its peak, but sometimes she will shrink back down without noticing especially when she's worn herself out. In fact a lot of the time during classes she will have trouble staying awake and especially staying focused.

[BIC]On the upside, because she uses her quirk so often she's one of the more practiced students in MUA, and knows how to use her quirk well. So whenever the need arises, using her quirk comes to her naturally, and she has more immediate reactions to danger than many of her other classmates.

[BIC]This is something that also comes back to her anxious nature, she's always mentally prepared for something to go wrong. So when it does, she tends to skip being shocked, and go directly into action. Its that impulse and incentive to react quickly that shows real promise for her to become as a hero.

[BIC]Her main problem with her quirk is the fatigue it causes. When she uses it constantly she finds herself too exhausted to do much of anything, and if anything bad were to happen, though her reaction time would be good, she will likey collapse of exhaustion within a short amount of time.

[BIC]In fact most of her problems lie with the fact that shes using her quirk as a coping mechanism for other underlying issues. Even though there is the benefit of her being mentally ready for danger, she won't be as physically prepared to deal with the danger.

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[BIC]"Splish Splash your Opinion is trash" ~Noburu

[BIC]😎Headcannons😎 (theres a lot so hang in)

[IC]💜Whenever Noburu cracks her knuckles, or a bone pops it makes a squeaking noise.💜

[IC]💜Swings like spiderman, or walks from light pole to light pole to get places. Likes to use her quirk for transportation. Occassionally uses her quirk and a skateboard to propel and slingshot herself to different places.💜

[IC]💜She's basically a rubberhose human. She can stretch, bend, anything a cartoon character can do with some limitations. She does pull muscles easily tho, when that happens she looses the ability to retract her arms. She ends up wearing her messed up arm like a scarf when she does.💜

[IC]💜Can spiderwalk like in the exorcist. Very important to mention.💜

[IC]💜Says sound effects aloud a lot, doesn't know why. Some of the common ones she uses are yoink, yeet, whap, boing, bing, and swoosh. 💜

[IC]💜Mastered the art of falling down the stairs like a slinky. Does it to show off, doesn't realize it makes her look like a moron.💜

[IC]💜Makes Insulting friendship bracelets for people she actually likes💜

[IC]💜Has a Pet Ferret Named Ricky (he's just as much a moron as his mommy)💜

[IC]💜Noburu leaves notes for her crush, their normally in a code and they're always corny pickup lines��

[IC]💜feeds into todorokis theories with her own, they could talk for hours about other peoples possible parentage💜

[IC]💜When Aizowa erases Noburu's quirk while she's using it to stretch her arms or legs, they'll retract automatically, and it ends with her slapping herself in the face like a human rubber band💜

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[BIC]😎Ricky Headcannons😎 (her pet ferret)

[IC]🎺Rickys theme [Song|https://youtu.be/a0r0jznFjA8]🎺

[IC]💗She brings him to school often, and most of the time he doesn't run off, but when he does hes a loose danger sock. He will bite ankles and dance away from his pursuers💗

[IC]💗Will sneak into any open spaces, like pant legs, open bookbags, or a certain teachers sleeping bag. (First time it happens Aizowa get freaked out because Ricky bites him)💗

[IC]💗Squeaks when caught, and runs away. Very slippery boy💗

[IC]💗loves hiding under furniture, and playing with loose trash💗

[IC]💗Sleeps in Noburu's hoodie, or in her fanny pack💗

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Last updated: 09/22/20

Hopefully will add more about this girl later. Hope you like her so far tho.

#noburu Kirakuto #mha fandom #mha ocs #Noburu #Slapstick Psycho

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