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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
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If I could, I would, but I can't. So I cry.
Make UP!
I stumbled before catching myself on the stairs…I loathe stairs, especially since I’ve been blind. Damn things like to MOVE. That little man, the one that smells burnt, he chuckled so quietly that had I not had my senses full blast, I wouldn’t have heard him. Little shit…I just want to take a stick and whack him with it…
“Luna.”
I swear she ignores me to piss me off.
“Luna!”
Doesn’t she ever listen?
“LUNA!”
“Hmm?”
“Damn it, woman, where are we?”
“On the stairs to the shrine, Blaise.”
Shrine? What shrine? “There are no shrines in England, Lovegood.”
“Of course not, silly man! We’re in Japan!”
Japan...WE'RE IN JAPAN!
"What?" I said a little strained. We haven't been gone from the hospital more than an hour!
"Yes, Blaise, in Japan. Oh, konbanwa, Genkai-sensei. Ogenki desuka?" I felt her move --bow, I guess-- to someone. I moved to do the same, tripping over the ground and barely keeping upright with the hand on my arm. It wasn't Luna's hand and I jerked away from it.
"Don't touch me," I growled. "You're not Lovegood, so you don't have that privilege."
"Blaise, please, don't be rude to Genkai-sensei. She is very good at what she does...and Harry will be by soon."
I don't care what Luna says, I won't be touched. Unless it is her, Luna...A golden angel. And severely cliché, I'll say. "Only you may touch me, Luna. No one else."
There was a slight intake of breath. "How did you know it was not Luna-chan?"
I turned to the feminine voice. Male, but his voice was so soft...I almost wish I could see what the hell he looks like. "It felt wrong. Luna is..."
Is what? My savior, my friend, my new hope? In an hour, she has become something more than most people can claim for themselves. I know what Luna is. Even after the war, she is still pure, kind, full of hope, and, if I really had to say it, love...Dear MERLIN! I'm a bloody soap opera!
"Luna is what, young man?" That woman, Genkai, with a brittle voice that held strength.
"She just IS, you daft woman! Damn it, Luna Lovegood, what is this?!" I am frustrated, tired, and sick of this creeping feeling. It keeps getting stronger, making me defensive.
She touches my hand, arm, and then --finally-- my face. I don't flinch. I just...melt into that soothing feeling. That oppressive creeping fell back. My head cleared and I felt a bit upset with the fact that I flew off the handle. That was a Gryffindor trait, something I am loathe to admit or even deal with. I am Slytherin! I am tactful and sneaky.
"Pardon my behavior, Madame. It seems as if a ward of yours is affecting my perceptions and moods."
The sudden silence from the immediate area made me review my words. No, I had said nothing to upset them...I do not believe I have.
"So you can sense the wards, can you?"
That old woman spoke in such a strange way. I nodded.
"Then you're not completely hopeless," she growled before moving away. "Bring him, Luna-chan. We must prepare him if he is to accompany your Potter-sama. I'll say this," I got an immediate chill down my spine, "he has true promise. If your Potter-sama is to be recruited, I'll ask for this boy."
Oh, Merlin save me!
***
FIVE DAYS LATER
::Back at the Mansion in Good Ol' US of A::
Harry sat in the hanger, his head hanging low. He and the dragon --or demon as it were-- had talked that first night...then the second, the third, and the forth night. Some revelations were more than just shocking to him and his mates when he had plucked up the courage to tell them. Charlie was out of the loop...for two days before, Harry found out the Demon had a crush on his friend.
"I don't believe this shit..." he growled. His mates had started avoiding each other after the Bathroom Incident --fully deserving capital letters-- and that somehow included him too. Maybe so one wouldn't get jealous...
Well, Harry was NOT a happy camper. Sexually frustrated, mentally exhausted, and physically shocked, he was on a shortage of patience, acting more like Logan and Riddick combined than was comfortable for the others around him. Ororo was, of course, used to high tempers so they had become friends quickly enough after Harry apologized for blowing up her office chair...twice. Hermione had called too, making a statement with the white-haired woman. That did not bode well for Harry or anyone else for that matter.
Logan came by, rubbing his hand over Harry's shoulder and up to his neck. "How are you hanging in there?"
Harry shrugged and leaned into the touch. Riddick growled somewhere nearby, Harry hunching in on himself before turning and stalking towards his mate. With firm resolve, he grabbed the taller man and brought his face before his own and stared into silver eyes. "Stop going ga-ga," he growled before licking Riddick neck to his lips and lightly pecking them.
Grabbing his hand, he drug the resisting man over to Logan, put their hands together, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, kiss and make up!" he growled. Both men looked at each other, looked at Harry, then...did just that.
Harry hadn't meant literally but felt himself start to drool watching both of his mates kiss anyway, their tongues intertwining, their bodies molding into each other like they were built for this. Oh, Merlin, he had made himself a wee problem.
::I hate lines:: ;p
((Because I can :insert evil laugh: ))
I saw him, touching our mate. I'm jealous...
I growled, bringing their attention to me. I am not happy. I want to taste them, both of them. This voodoo shit was getting out of hand.
Harry, he cringed...actually cringed. I watched, though, as he straightened his spine, prowling forward before he stood facing me, defiant, a little angry, and so very delicious. Before I could move, I felt his hands on my face and neck draggin' me from my previous towering height. I stared into green eyes that glittered with ferocity. "Stop going ga-ga." His voice was thick and layered with command and aggravation. He caught me by surprise when he licked me from my neck to my lips, pecking them lightly. I shivered.
Small fingers wrapped around my own, pulling me towards Logan. I wanted to pull back but restrained myself. I was not happy that Ice Eyes had fucked me senseless (no matter how much I enjoyed it). Nor was I happy that Harry had…I’m not sure what he did, but making me freeze up and take another man up my ass, that pissed me off. Obviously, not enough to keep me away it seems.
Harry joined our hands, Logan’s and my own, before standing back and crossing his arms. The pheromones coming off Logan were that of extreme arousal and I felt my pants become just a bit too tight. Okay, so maybe I MIGHT forgive the bastard, but later.
“Now kiss and make up!“
Harry growled at us both to comply, not even noticing his panther come to the fore making his eyes sharpen, his canines lengthen to almost impossible extents. I felt my breath hitch so slightly it wasn’t there, and I looked at Ice Eyes. He cocked a brow, not a challenge, really, but permission. I couldn’t say no to Harry, not with his hungry eyes on us, hell, maybe never. Stupid ass hoodoo, voodoo shit.
I glanced back at Harry, making sure that we had his full attention and pulled Logan to me, touching his mouth with my own, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He lightly bit my tongue, reminding me to keep it light. Fuck light, I was hungry. I delved deeper, fighting for dominance that I knew I could win or loose, one way or the other, but never would it be just one way or the other. We are both strong, both dominant.
I bit his tongue hard enough to taste blood, but no harder. He seemed to enjoy that and silently shivered. I rubbed against his hip, my groin coming in contact with his own swollen shaft and we both groaned in pleasure. There was an abrupt sound, one like a gasp of surprise. We broke apart, panting for breath, our attention on Harry and our “disturbance”. It was that girl, Rogue…
“Um…yeah,” her voice was husky. I think she liked our performance. “You, um…We’re leaving, so please get your things and go aboard.” She was trying very hard to flee without running, bumping into Ororo on her way out and mumbled something before going on. I think she’s a bit funny in the head…
“Alright, boys, load up and let’s get you to Japan. I’ll be your lovely flight director today,” I snorted at that and she laughed, “so please, no mayhem or madness.” She looked them over again, her brow rising past her hair line. “And please keep your hands to yourselves. I have enough problems with weather, and I do NOT need to have problems keeping my eyes on our destination.”
A/N:
THANK YOU Crimson Dragon FOR BETAING THIS CRAP!Okay, now I usually have LONG chapters, but sue to some unforeseen interference (brothers should never mess with what an older sister is working on!), I have posted only half of what I originally have intended.
“Luna.”
I swear she ignores me to piss me off.
“Luna!”
Doesn’t she ever listen?
“LUNA!”
“Hmm?”
“Damn it, woman, where are we?”
“On the stairs to the shrine, Blaise.”
Shrine? What shrine? “There are no shrines in England, Lovegood.”
“Of course not, silly man! We’re in Japan!”
Japan...WE'RE IN JAPAN!
"What?" I said a little strained. We haven't been gone from the hospital more than an hour!
"Yes, Blaise, in Japan. Oh, konbanwa, Genkai-sensei. Ogenki desuka?" I felt her move --bow, I guess-- to someone. I moved to do the same, tripping over the ground and barely keeping upright with the hand on my arm. It wasn't Luna's hand and I jerked away from it.
"Don't touch me," I growled. "You're not Lovegood, so you don't have that privilege."
"Blaise, please, don't be rude to Genkai-sensei. She is very good at what she does...and Harry will be by soon."
I don't care what Luna says, I won't be touched. Unless it is her, Luna...A golden angel. And severely cliché, I'll say. "Only you may touch me, Luna. No one else."
There was a slight intake of breath. "How did you know it was not Luna-chan?"
I turned to the feminine voice. Male, but his voice was so soft...I almost wish I could see what the hell he looks like. "It felt wrong. Luna is..."
Is what? My savior, my friend, my new hope? In an hour, she has become something more than most people can claim for themselves. I know what Luna is. Even after the war, she is still pure, kind, full of hope, and, if I really had to say it, love...Dear MERLIN! I'm a bloody soap opera!
"Luna is what, young man?" That woman, Genkai, with a brittle voice that held strength.
"She just IS, you daft woman! Damn it, Luna Lovegood, what is this?!" I am frustrated, tired, and sick of this creeping feeling. It keeps getting stronger, making me defensive.
She touches my hand, arm, and then --finally-- my face. I don't flinch. I just...melt into that soothing feeling. That oppressive creeping fell back. My head cleared and I felt a bit upset with the fact that I flew off the handle. That was a Gryffindor trait, something I am loathe to admit or even deal with. I am Slytherin! I am tactful and sneaky.
"Pardon my behavior, Madame. It seems as if a ward of yours is affecting my perceptions and moods."
The sudden silence from the immediate area made me review my words. No, I had said nothing to upset them...I do not believe I have.
"So you can sense the wards, can you?"
That old woman spoke in such a strange way. I nodded.
"Then you're not completely hopeless," she growled before moving away. "Bring him, Luna-chan. We must prepare him if he is to accompany your Potter-sama. I'll say this," I got an immediate chill down my spine, "he has true promise. If your Potter-sama is to be recruited, I'll ask for this boy."
Oh, Merlin save me!
***
FIVE DAYS LATER
::Back at the Mansion in Good Ol' US of A::
Harry sat in the hanger, his head hanging low. He and the dragon --or demon as it were-- had talked that first night...then the second, the third, and the forth night. Some revelations were more than just shocking to him and his mates when he had plucked up the courage to tell them. Charlie was out of the loop...for two days before, Harry found out the Demon had a crush on his friend.
"I don't believe this shit..." he growled. His mates had started avoiding each other after the Bathroom Incident --fully deserving capital letters-- and that somehow included him too. Maybe so one wouldn't get jealous...
Well, Harry was NOT a happy camper. Sexually frustrated, mentally exhausted, and physically shocked, he was on a shortage of patience, acting more like Logan and Riddick combined than was comfortable for the others around him. Ororo was, of course, used to high tempers so they had become friends quickly enough after Harry apologized for blowing up her office chair...twice. Hermione had called too, making a statement with the white-haired woman. That did not bode well for Harry or anyone else for that matter.
Logan came by, rubbing his hand over Harry's shoulder and up to his neck. "How are you hanging in there?"
Harry shrugged and leaned into the touch. Riddick growled somewhere nearby, Harry hunching in on himself before turning and stalking towards his mate. With firm resolve, he grabbed the taller man and brought his face before his own and stared into silver eyes. "Stop going ga-ga," he growled before licking Riddick neck to his lips and lightly pecking them.
Grabbing his hand, he drug the resisting man over to Logan, put their hands together, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, kiss and make up!" he growled. Both men looked at each other, looked at Harry, then...did just that.
Harry hadn't meant literally but felt himself start to drool watching both of his mates kiss anyway, their tongues intertwining, their bodies molding into each other like they were built for this. Oh, Merlin, he had made himself a wee problem.
::I hate lines:: ;p
((Because I can :insert evil laugh: ))
I saw him, touching our mate. I'm jealous...
I growled, bringing their attention to me. I am not happy. I want to taste them, both of them. This voodoo shit was getting out of hand.
Harry, he cringed...actually cringed. I watched, though, as he straightened his spine, prowling forward before he stood facing me, defiant, a little angry, and so very delicious. Before I could move, I felt his hands on my face and neck draggin' me from my previous towering height. I stared into green eyes that glittered with ferocity. "Stop going ga-ga." His voice was thick and layered with command and aggravation. He caught me by surprise when he licked me from my neck to my lips, pecking them lightly. I shivered.
Small fingers wrapped around my own, pulling me towards Logan. I wanted to pull back but restrained myself. I was not happy that Ice Eyes had fucked me senseless (no matter how much I enjoyed it). Nor was I happy that Harry had…I’m not sure what he did, but making me freeze up and take another man up my ass, that pissed me off. Obviously, not enough to keep me away it seems.
Harry joined our hands, Logan’s and my own, before standing back and crossing his arms. The pheromones coming off Logan were that of extreme arousal and I felt my pants become just a bit too tight. Okay, so maybe I MIGHT forgive the bastard, but later.
“Now kiss and make up!“
Harry growled at us both to comply, not even noticing his panther come to the fore making his eyes sharpen, his canines lengthen to almost impossible extents. I felt my breath hitch so slightly it wasn’t there, and I looked at Ice Eyes. He cocked a brow, not a challenge, really, but permission. I couldn’t say no to Harry, not with his hungry eyes on us, hell, maybe never. Stupid ass hoodoo, voodoo shit.
I glanced back at Harry, making sure that we had his full attention and pulled Logan to me, touching his mouth with my own, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He lightly bit my tongue, reminding me to keep it light. Fuck light, I was hungry. I delved deeper, fighting for dominance that I knew I could win or loose, one way or the other, but never would it be just one way or the other. We are both strong, both dominant.
I bit his tongue hard enough to taste blood, but no harder. He seemed to enjoy that and silently shivered. I rubbed against his hip, my groin coming in contact with his own swollen shaft and we both groaned in pleasure. There was an abrupt sound, one like a gasp of surprise. We broke apart, panting for breath, our attention on Harry and our “disturbance”. It was that girl, Rogue…
“Um…yeah,” her voice was husky. I think she liked our performance. “You, um…We’re leaving, so please get your things and go aboard.” She was trying very hard to flee without running, bumping into Ororo on her way out and mumbled something before going on. I think she’s a bit funny in the head…
“Alright, boys, load up and let’s get you to Japan. I’ll be your lovely flight director today,” I snorted at that and she laughed, “so please, no mayhem or madness.” She looked them over again, her brow rising past her hair line. “And please keep your hands to yourselves. I have enough problems with weather, and I do NOT need to have problems keeping my eyes on our destination.”
A/N:
THANK YOU Crimson Dragon FOR BETAING THIS CRAP!Okay, now I usually have LONG chapters, but sue to some unforeseen interference (brothers should never mess with what an older sister is working on!), I have posted only half of what I originally have intended.