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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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A/N: This is unedited. Just a warning.

Marcus Darkwing gritted his teeth as his younger brother and sister bickered back and forth in the family room, fighting over the remote to the television. Nora was wanting to watch an ‘expecting mothers’ show to give her more ideas for the baby’s room and Viktor was wanting to watch a basketball game. Emilia was reading a book next the arguing duo, tapping her foot on the marble floor. Each tap rang in his ears like a bell and it, along with the arguing, was grating on his nerves. The only person in the room that wasn’t annoying him was Arthur, Nora’s husband, who was sitting quietly on the couch next to his wife; his eyes travelling from the TV to his wife and her brother before rolling his eyes.

A mix of anger and need surged through his body, lighting his every nerve on fire. The newest link in his mind throbbed and the second oldest Darkwing child wasn’t sure how to handle this new development. At fourty-five years old he had gained another mate; he couldn’t believe it. His other mates were neutrals so he had never felt this strong of a need to claim them before. His newest mate though, was submissive, and the need to claim was steadily growing inside of him. It didn’t help that only a few days after the link to his sub had opened it had promptly closed off, and no amount of pushing and nudging could get the damn barrier to open.

He didn’t know how his elder brother Dorian had done this. The man had gone for months after finding his mate without claiming her. She had even tested him; challenging him with mock duals and heated discussions about magic and their world. It had all been done in order to see if he was worthy of her, and Dorian had taken it all with a calm exterior and grace that only he could have. By the Gods how Marcus wished his older brother was here to guide him. It wasn’t meant to be though, as his brother and his mate had disappeared while searching for their son; a child which had been stolen from his cradle in the middle of the night. These thoughts all just added to his anger and Marcus quickly stopped them and tuned back into his surroundings. It didn’t help much.

“Will you stop that infuriating tapping Emilia?” Marcus growled as he rubbed his temples. He didn’t turn around to face his siblings in a poor attempt at blocking out the offending noises they were creating.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t notice his youngest sister snap her teeth at him childishly, her elongated upper and lower canines clearly showing as she defied his orders. Marcus clenched his fists as he restrained himself from transforming. Arguments between the dominants in the Darkwing family weren’t uncommon, but physically attacking one another had been a line that they had all tried to never cross.

Nora and Viktor could sense the growing tension between Marcus and Emilia and it was making them both stiffen a little in preparation for a fight. Both of their dominant siblings had discovered their submissive mates, only to have the link suddenly close off. The timing of both sets of links shutting down was too much of a coincidence and the whole family was worried about their siblings/children, as well as for their mates.

“And will you both shut the hell up!” Marcus roared in the direction of the bickering siblings, his control finally snapping.

When he whipped around his eyes were black as night. His large, black and navy scaled wings and matching striped tail tore through the skin of his back just as his teeth and nails grew into sharp points. His threatening stance and the growls rumbling from his throat had his siblings on their feet.

Nora transformed in response to her brother’s rage. Her features were more feminine, but they were nearly identical to her older brother’s. The only difference was that her wings were a solid shade of deep purple. Her arms wrapped around the soft swell of her belly protectively. Her instincts were telling her to do whatever it took to keep her baby safe and away from the threat in the room.

Arthur’s skin was pale blue, matching his eyes. His hair had changed from dark blonde to frosted blue. Water was gathering at his fingertips as he stepped in front of his pregnant wife, alongside her brother, to block her from the angry Darverius in front of them.

Viktor’s eyes bled red as he carefully watched the moves of everything in the room, his senses heightening to extremes. He honestly didn’t remember a time when he had seen Marcus this mad. Of course he would get frustrated, but he was usually the one telling everyone else to calm down. Even when Emilia had tried to start pissing contests in the past he didn’t get angry.

This was completely new to Viktor and he was a little freaked out since he had no idea what his brother would do now. It also didn’t help that he was the only one in the room that wasn’t consumed by their emotions and baser instincts. Vampires didn’t have animal instincts like other magical creatures, just bloodlust, and Viktor had made it his personal mission to never let his emotions control his actions like some vampires did.

The vampire’s head shot to the side as his youngest sister snarled at Marcus. Emilia’s eyes were a sickly yellow color as she stared down the angry Darverius across the room from her. Her upper and lower canines were protruding her from lips as she drew them back, snarling. She was crouched down, like a cat ready to pounce.

Viktor cursed and flung his arms out at his sides as he backed Arthur and Nora behind him. He knew the two could hold their own but the baby couldn’t, and if things took a turn for the worst, like thing looked to be going, well neither of them really stood a chance if they got in the middle of the two dominants fighting. And since Emilia’s skin was shifting and her ears becoming pointed like a feline’s, he was already planning an escape route.

Sadly, Marcus was standing between them and the only door to the room. Viktor decided that he would break a hole in the wall if he had to. Nora’s wings would be able to carry her and her mate to the ground a full story below them, and Viktor’s strength would protect him from the fall. He wasn’t sure his mother’s rose bushes would survive though.

Suddenly Emilia screamed, the sound turning into a roar as she transformed. Her bones snapped and grew. Skin tore and thick black fur took its place. Matching furred wings and tail ripped from her back and she shook herself. Viktor had only seen his little sister’s form when she was younger and still couldn’t stop herself from transforming every night. The giant winged cat-like creature that was a Bastet was not something anyone could easily forget though. Viktor could still remember the pain of those sharp claws catching his chest when she was four years old and had gotten out of her room. He had been the first to find her and she hadn’t liked the idea of going back to her room. Now Emilia crouched before him, still reaching his thigh easily in height. Then she sprung.

The ensuing fight after Emilia had pounced made Viktor cringe. He could already smell blood as his siblings tore into each other with teeth and claws. Surprisingly Marcus was the one that had the upper hand, easily using his wings to launch himself above Emilia and pin her to the floor. The vampire wanted to try and stop them, but he knew that someone had to stand between the fighting duo and Arthur and Nora. He could feel both his sister and her mate shaking as they hid behind him. Nora was pregnant and terrified for her child and her mate Arthur; who was a submissive and while he could fight a dominant fairly well, in the state that Marcus and Emilia were in, he would be easy to wipe the floor with.

Fear and relief simultaneously shot through him as Claudius, his father ran into the room. The older vampire’s eyes widened at the sight of his two children tearing each other apart. He looked over to Viktor and looked directly into his eyes before nodding toward the fight in between them.

Viktor’s stomach dropped. He had learned to read his father from childhood. He could practically read his thoughts now at the age of 33 and he knew what the man was telling him to do. Why couldn’t his father have come from a peaceful empire like the Atlantians? No, he had to be Roman. Viktor gritted his teeth and nodded back.

The younger vampire turned to his siblings behind him and said, “Stay back as far as possible.” Then he looked at Arthur, “Try and form a wall of water between you and the fight. It will at least keep Emilia away from you.”

Then he was jumping over the back of the couch, his father following his movements on the other side of the room, and charging into the fight. Viktor grabbed Emilia’s tail and used all of his strength to throw the Bastet into a wall. Emilia snarled at him as she drew herself onto her knees in an attempt to stand up. Viktor didn’t give her a chance to stand up though and tackled her, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. They scrapped for a few minutes and Viktor was sure his back was bleeding and that at least one of his ribs was broken, but he had finally managed to wrap his legs around his sister’s stomach and his arms around her neck, putting the large cat in a choke hold.

Emilia snarled and roared in anger as she struggled to escape the hold Viktor had on her. Her wings beat furiously, hitting Viktor in the sides, but not causing a lot of damage other than bruising. She tried swiping at him, but he quickly dodged out of the way and her paws couldn’t reach that far anyway.

“Emilia calm the fuck down you asshole.” Viktor hissed into her ear, squeezing tighter.

His voice must have registered in Emilia’s head because the Bastet slowly stopped struggling after that. Then her wings and tail were disappearing into her back; her body shrinking and losing its fur. Emilia groaned in pain once she was completely back to her normal self. Viktor winced, as the smell of her blood only got stronger; his blood lust rising inside of him.

“You going to stay calm now?” Viktor asked, and then let his sister go when he received a weak nod.

Emilia drug herself back so she could lean against the wall she had been previously thrown into. She was a right mess. Not one inch of her was clean and blood dripped onto the floor around her. Viktor was about to bite into his wrist to give his sister his blood - to help her heal - when Emilia shook her head.

“I’ll be fine. Help Dad.” She said, raising a hand to point at the fight still going on in the middle of the room.

Claudius was bleeding from claw marks on his arm, but it didn’t seem to faze him as he zipped around his son with his vampire speed. His eyes were blood red and his fangs were bared as he dodged swipes and lunges. Viktor was getting into a crouch to leap onto his brother’s back when Ilizabeth and Nikolaus, his mother and second father, ran into the room. It was also the same moment when Marcus caught sight of his father and attacked. A well aimed swipe had Claudius hitting the wall behind him, falling to the floor as he gripped the deep gashes in his chest.

“No!” Ilizabeth and Nikolaus cried at the same time, but his father continued speaking.

He yelled in a tongue that made Nora, Ilizabeth, and Marcus; the Darverius in the room, cringe. His voice was deep, roaring as loud as a dragon as he spoke to his transformed son. Marcus snarled as he dropped to his knees and tried covering his ears with his hands. Nikolaus continued to speak, ordering his son to stop fighting and calm down in a language that only the four of them could understand. Marcus gave one last snarl before he quickly transformed back into his humanoid self.

Marcus leaned on his hands, panting as his body calmed down from the fight. Slowly healing wounds were dripping blood from his body and onto the floor. Then his head shot up and he looked to where Claudius now lay.

The vampire’s head was lying in his wife’s lap as she fed him her blood from her wrist. The deep wounds on his chest were slowly healing as his third mate and his children gathered around. Nora was still hesitantly looking at her brother and sister, her instincts still on high alert for danger. Emilia was limping and wincing as she moved, but her wounds; like her eldest brother’s, were healing slowly too.

“Dad, I am so sorry.” Marcus said as he crouched next to Claudius, “I didn’t mean –“

Claudius pushed Ilizabeth’s arm away and grabbed his son by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a hug that clearly said that he was forgiven.

“You’re both too old to ground anyways. Kicking your ass seemed like a good enough punishment.” Claudius said, joking as he reached out for Emilia who had been standing in beside him scuffing her foot on the floor.

Emilia quickly joined the hug and wrapped her arms around bother her father and her brother.

“I know you are both worried about your mates.” Ilizabeth said, drawing all of the attention on to her, “But you need to keep yourselves in control. You could have killed each other. You could have killed your siblings and your nephew.” Marcus and Emilia cringed again, both now sitting up and looking their mother in the eyes as she scolded them. Ilizabeth looked at Marcus, “You need focus on the mates that you do have. How do you think Alstair and Braiden would feel if they had come home from their shopping trip to find that you were dead?” Marcus looked a little green in the face as he thought over her words. Then he looked to Emilia, “And you are going to start meditating with your father in the mornings and evenings.” Emilia groaned quietly, she hated meditating, but it kept her calm, “After the Darverius Gala we will look for your mates, and we will find out why you can’t connect with them. For now, you must keep yourselves in control.”

“Yes Mama.” Both Marcus and Emilia chorused.

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Charlie Weasley sipped from the bottle of butter beer in his hand as he looked at the group that had gathered around the bonfire outside of his tent. Everyone was chatting on merrily, like they weren’t all prepared and armed with swords, daggers, and bows for an attack that could happen at any moment. Bill had his arms wrapped around Fleur, his chin resting on top of her white-blonde hair. Percy was holding Penelope’s hand tightly as they huddled close together to try and fight the cold.

Charlie was wearing a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of spider silk blue jeans. He had long ago grown accustom to the cold night weather of late Romanian summers. A simple warming charm on his clothing protected him from the cold. A leather shoulder wand holster was looped around his back, his wand sticking out from between his ribs and his arm.

On his left leg he wore a long leather whip, a tool that came in handy when working with dragons. It could be used as more than but a weapon. It could be tied and used as a harness, and many a times he had wrapped a chicken carcass in the whip and lured a baby dragon into a pen. What he really liked about this whip was that it had a tie on the end that attached a blade to the whip. It had been a gift from his trainer upon completing his training, and Charlie had loved the whip instantly. He had dedicated the first few months of his life in Romania training and working with the whip. Now he was almost an expert with the weapon.

That night he had tied the blade on the end and he was ready for anything. He would die before he let some barmy old jackass take his siblings away from him. His co-workers upon finding out his family’s situation had used their contacts to try and help, but they had been unsuccessful. People either laughed at them when they suggested that Dumbledore was behind the threats, or they came back and reported that the man was untouchable. Stigus Mortinson was impossible to find. It seemed his brothel, office, and home didn’t exist on this plain. His business was strictly ‘invite only’ and you had to have his card in your possession to be able to enter the brothel. It was a smart idea, but really annoying when you wanted to beat the man’s face in.

He had just taken a swig of his beer when Amora, his taming partner, whipped her head around to look behind his tent. The short, spiky haired woman had a scar down her face that made her look rugged. It didn’t help that the amount of tattoos on body and her dark hair and eyes already made her look like a punk. She had been facetiously flirting with Percy and Penelope; at least he thought she was just joking, when she had turned her attention to the dark space in the distance.

“Did you hear that?” Amora asked, her eyes squinting into the darkness.

Charlie followed her line of sight as he said, “No.”

Amora’s hearing had always been stronger than most people’s, but her eyesight was shit. If she heard something then something was out there to be heard.

Charlie tensed as he saw something shift in the little bit of light that reached into the darkness. He drew his wand out of his shoulder holster, just then noticing that the rest of the people around the bonfire had gone quiet at Amora’s words. Then he saw them.

In the distance, creeping steadily closer; was a group of about 20 or so men. They had their wands drawn and were spreading out to surround the people gathered around the bonfire. Charlie glanced over at his siblings. Bill and Fleur were now standing next to one another and he could see the eerie glow in their eyes as they glanced between the darkness and Charlie. Percy had wrapped his arms around Penelope, and they both looked pale in response to the inevitable fight. They weren’t the fighters in the family.

When the group of men got close the one at the front spoke, “Give us the submissive and the neutral Weasleys and no one will be harmed.”

Charlie was about to tell the man where to shove it when Amora placed a hand on his shoulder. The second oldest Weasley looked at her in shock, betrayal starting well up in his chest.

“What do you mean submissive?” Amora asked, and Charlie jerked around to the man in confusion. There weren’t any submissives here.

The man leered at him before nodding towards Bill and Fleur, “She’s a Weasley isn’t she?”

Bill snarled, his eyes turning gold as he pushed Fleur behind him. The man that had spoken laughed loudly.

“Seems Dumbledore was wrong, boys. We got ourselves two dominants, not just one.” He crowed to the rest of the group, “Oh well. We’ve dealt with worse odds. Right boys?”

The rest of the men laughed and called out their agreement. When their leader’s wand hand twitched Charlie tensed and gripped the handle of his whip with his free hand. He could feel his throat tighten, his voice box adjusting as his siren vocal cords grew next to his human ones. He could feel his skin growing hot on the flat of his nose and the hollows of his cheeks as his creature markings slowly rose to the surface.

“Well boys I suggest that you turn around and go back to where you came from, because I highly doubt you have really dealt with odds such as this.” Amora cooed at the group of men as she fingered the small flute hanging from a suede thong around her neck. It amazed Charlie how calm she could always remain in such stressful situations.

The leader scowled and nodded his head sideways, “Get them. Kill whoever gets in your way.”

Charlie was moving instantly, flinging his wand arm out as he cast a strong shield over Percy and Penelope, the magic glimmering green as it wrapped around them. Around him the rest of the 8 dragon trainers attacked, sending out spells to disable to the men. Some even holstered their wands and drew their blades when the fight got close enough for hand to hand fighting.

Bill and Fleur joined in the fight as well, tearing through the men that got too close with claws. Shrill veela cries and deep wolf-like snarls rang from their direction. Charlie holstered his wand and jerked the whip from where it was wrapped at his hip. The long rope came loose with a flick of his wrist, the end flinging out to wrap around the neck of a man charging at him. Another flick of his arm and the whip was sliding loose form the man’s neck, the blade cutting into soft flesh as it circled. The man couched, blood spewing from his lips, and then he dropped to the ground. Charlie barely paid attention to the man as he directed the whip to his next attacker, the blade on his whip cutting into the backs of the man’s knees and forcing him to the ground. The red head spun, the whip following him as he moved. He threw his arm out in a downward arc and the whip cut through the air, the blade removing the man’s head from his shoulders.

Charlie spun around to see another man approaching him from behind. Knowing he couldn’t get his weapons to move fast enough he positioned his lips together and whistled. Air flowed passed his siren vocal cords and a high pitched sound escaped his lips, barely being heard by those around him. The man attacking him was about to plunge a dagger into his back when his eyes widened and the dagger fell out of his hand. His hands covered his ears and he squeezed his eyes shut as pain shot through him. His heart raced, pounding against his ribs as his eardrums ruptured. Then the man collapsed as his heart failed.

Charlie stopped whistling once the man was on the ground and he looked up, collecting his whip in his hand. Amora was just a few feet in front of him twirling, jumping, flipping, and just moving with a grace that he hadn’t seen her use before. She had two gleaming, sharp daggers in her hands and her arms and chest were splattered with blood as she twirled behind a man and plunged both of her daggers into his back. As the man dropped Amora looked up and grinned when she saw Charlie looking at her. Then her smile fell as quickly as it appeared as she looked passed him.

She raised her arm and Charlie turned to look at where she was pointing, his stomach dropping. Behind him in the darkness he could see at least fifty men approaching them. There was no way in any of the nine levels of hell that the nine dragon trainers plus Bill and Fleur would have a chance against fifty men. He looked at his siblings who were all still safe then back at Amora, fear showing on his face. The dark haired woman clenched her jaw before she nodded to him.

Amora lifted the small flute around her neck to her lips and proceeded to blow a series of sweet sounding notes. An extremely loud roar echoed through the air making everyone who wasn’t expecting it jump, but the rest of the dragon trainers relaxed as they recognized the tune and the roar. Amora had used the tune a lot when she had first started training her dragon; Targe.

Wind began rushing around everyone, the bonfire flickering as it tried to stay lit. The charging men stopped a few yards away from the rest of the group. A second roar sounded through the air, different than the first, and the wind picked up even more. Charlie recognized the second roar. He had heard it multiple times over the years, mainly when his dragon Kali was pissed at him for something.

Charlie tensed as he began to hear the thwump thwump of dragon wings beating over his head, “Brace yourselves!” He cried to his siblings and fellow dragon trainers as the wind got strong enough to move him.

Dual roars rung through the air as two enormous dragons flew over head toward the group of attacking men. The attackers’ eyes widened and many even tried to run as the Targe and Kali circled over their heads before fire rained down on them. The men that caught fire screamed in agony. The men that didn’t were quickly taken care of as the dragons landed and finished them off with their teeth and claws. It was a disturbingly magnificent sight as the attackers were brutally taken out.

With a few last notes Amora stopped playing the flute, letting the small instrument fall from her lips as the dragons took to the skies; flying back to their pens. Relief flooded over Charlie side by side with exhaustion. All around him dragon trainers cheered and shouted their victory. The red head dropped the shield from around a shaking Percy and Penelope. Both of his brothers and their partners run up to him and wrapped their arms around him.

Charlie hugged his siblings for a moment, enjoying the flood of relief that washed over him. His adrenaline rush was finally crashing, but he felt like he had just won a million a million Quidditch World Cups. He glanced over at Amora to see her grinning at him as she leaned over, her hands on her knees, breathing hard through her mouth. Something raw rose up inside of him and he drew himself away from his siblings. He stumbled over to her, his body feeling a little weak as his energy drained from his body.

The moment he reached her he grabbed the back of her neck gently in his hand and pulled her towards him. She looked slightly confused just until the moment before Charlie crashed their lips together in a fierce kiss. Wolf whistles and cat calls sounded around them as Amora wrapped her arms around Charlie’s neck and gave as good as she got. When they finally pulled apart both of them were panting.

“Damn, dragon boy.” Amora said, grinning from ear to ear, causing Charlie to smile back.
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