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I love to hear more of your headcanons on Bo in Mafia AU! Also what would happen if Bo's puppy doesn't want to be his in that AU?

It's been a while since I touched on the Mafia AU hasn't it? And that was before I created my version of Bo's puppy, Barbie too. This ask does make me wonder how their interaction might go in this AU.

In the main universe, Barbie's attraction towards Bo, at least at the start, was pretty shallow, all things considered. He was more like a fun adult toy that she grew fond of until eventually that fondness grew into genuine love. It's hard to blame her though, since he quite literally is a toy. She pretty much treated him like many people treat AI bots - a fun diversion, but nothing to take seriously. It was only when he forced her to realize that his feelings are just as real as hers that she truly saw him as a person.

Barbie is a self-proclaimed misanthrope. She's not fond of humanity in general. She can't stand noisy places or being in crowds. It takes a while for her to warm up to people, which leaves her with few people she cares about outside of her immediate family. It's also why she's very fierce if someone hurts her family. Fictional relationships were the closest thing she was interested in when it came to romantic or sexual pursuits.

In the Mafia AU, Bo is an actual human being, even if he's got some pretty distinct canine features. More than that, he's a wise guy working for a mafia boss (Jack); not really someone who is safe for normal people to get involved with. Add in Barbie's default mistrust of people, and Bo in this universe is going to have a steep uphill battle to overcome in order to win his puppy's heart.

Since I've started fleshing out the King family more, it would be good to reexamine their roles in this Aphrodesia-influenced AU, don't you think? It'll be especially interesting to consider how they'll react to Alice being kidnapped by a human trafficking ring, and the scars that incident left behind on her when she finally sees them again.

Content warnings: this post will contain mentions of violence, torture, human trafficking, SA, drugs, and sex. Overall I'll try to keep any uncomfortable descriptions to a minimum, and ramp up the spice where I can. Remember, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, DachaBo, and Aphrodesia are all stories for Adults Only. NSFW elements will be touched on!

Traffic Stop

The broad strokes of the AU are basically the same as from the first post. Alice and her family originally lived a normal, happy life, far and away from the crime-invested city of St. Valen's. She and Ian grew up as childhood friends. Things seemed to be going down the same route it did in the regular universe, with puppy love developing between them that might turn into something more.

The divergence happened when they were both still in high school. There was a person going around their school, looking for acting talent. It was somewhat shady. Alice wasn't sure about going, but Ian wanted, no, needed to seize the opportunity to achieve his dream. The talent scout remarked that he had a nice face, both of them did. They would go far. They just had to audition.

It was flattery that Ian couldn't resist.

Of course Ian's mom wasn't going to let him do such a thing, so they had to sneak out. Ian didn't want to risk his mom finding out from her parents, so he convinced Alice to lie to her parents that they'd be out with friends.

As you might suspect already, this audition was a trap sprung by human traffickers. They pick young and vulnerable people who look like they can't fight back, lure them someplace isolated, nab them, and ship them off someplace to be sold for, well, less than savory purposes. While initially both of them were caught in the trap, Alice managed to help Ian escape.

Ian's greatest regret was that he ran away, that he didn't stay to rescue Alice like she did him. Even though she told him to run, to get help, Ian still felt like a coward. It was made worse when by the time he returned with authorities, the traffickers were already gone.

Needless to say, this incident still haunts Ian to the present day, crushing him under the weight of his guilt.

This incident replaces the cheating Ian does in the main universe, and Alice being trafficked replaces the SA incident she went through. While Alice mercifully didn't get SA'd during the trafficking, she was a victim of a "red room" after being taken and sold in St. Valen's. A "red room," for those unaware, is a type of livestream on the dark web, where innocent victims are tortured according to an audience's bids.

I won't go into detail about all the horrors Alice experienced, since the scars speak for themselves. Fortunately, she managed to be clever and lucky enough to escape. Luckier still, she managed to stumble into a member of the Sunny Family, and said family just happened to have a vendetta against the gang that was behind the trafficking.

St. Valens is full of people who showed up out of nowhere, and others who don't ask or care where they came from. There's plenty of corruption, people looking the other way, and shady deals going on. The Sunny Family might be relatively better than most crime families, but at the end of the day, they're pretty shady. They helped her out by rescuing her, even paying her hospital bills and taking her under their wing, so now she owed them.

Alice could contact her family, have them pay back her hefty debt... or she, now an 18 year old adult, could do some favors for the family. Her medical bills were insane - St. Valen's isn't exactly kind to the less fortunate when it comes to medical care - it would bankrupt her family.

It was a classic hustle, presenting a vulnerable person like Alice with potentially devastating consequences, or an out by someone who is wearing a kind and smiling face. I'm inclined to have that representative of kindness from the family be Mama Shine, who was so kind and empathetic, just wanting to help Alice after she went through so much. Working for them wouldn't be that big a deal, especially since they were the ones who rescued her and all the other trafficking victims...

That's the classic Sunny Family con. They smile, act kind, extend their gloved hands to help, offering salvation to poor souls down on their luck. They are then indebted to the family. They need the family. Alice needed a prescription of drugs that they could give to her regularly for all her pain, far cheaper than the healthcare system would.

Shine had taken an interest in Alice, helping her while she was rehabilitated in the hospital. She could've been the one who Alice ran into that night when bloody and desperate for help. Shine is so caring, just like Alice's mother, having that same warm motherly aura. So trustworthy and kind...

It was a far less violent trap that ensnared Alice a second time into this world of crime, but this time she didn't realize the cage was around her, or that she couldn't leave it, until she was in far, far too deep. Her vulnerability was exploited, and she signed a contract that she shouldn't.

The King family were so relieved when Alice finally contacted them... but confused when she told them she couldn't go home. She was receiving medical treatment and needed to stay in the city, and she had debts to pay...

Naturally, her family isn't going to take this without a fight. The King family immediately took a road trip to St. Valen's to see Alice at the hospital.

Lycoris is a fierce mama bear, and she was enraged when Alice was kidnapped, doing everything in her power to find her baby. So despite Shine acting kind and friendly, she was ready to throw down from the word go. Lycoris is a small lady, but she can be very scary, though, sadly, not as scary as an entire crime family.

None of the King family were happy with what had happened to Alice, the debt she had to repay, or that she had already signed a deceptively scary contract. However, the Sunny Family is the most dangerous crime family in the city for a reason, and the King family were in over their heads.

Not that the King family knew they were facing a crime family. The Sunny Family has a reputation to uphold after all. They're a family-run business. Many details were left out or unspoken, all to hide what was really going on behind their squeaky clean image.

The King family did involve the legal system, but that was a failure. The Sunny Family owns the police in St. Valen's. The police just informed them that everything was legal, Alice is an adult who can make her own choices, and there's no better family to work for than the Sunny Family. Plus, Alice was going to need the drug they provided for the rest of her life, so wasn't this a sweet deal anyway? They should just feel grateful that she was rescued. Not a lot of trafficked teens are...

In the end, the King family was powerless, and Alice became a member of the Sunny Family with a debt that seemed never ending.

Barbie vs the World

Needless to say, Barbie was pretty much spitting nails about the whole thing. Even if the Sunny Family was putting on a smiling face and rescued her older sister, so generously providing Alice with needed medical treatment for the foreseeable future, she raged against the entire situation. Unfortunately, being a teen younger than 18 at the time, she was left with a feeling helpless and frustrated. She raged at her parents for "giving up" on bringing Alice home safely even though they didn't have a choice.

Naturally, with Barbie not being the biggest fan of the Sunny Family, she's going to be wary of anyone working for them. Bo has quite the reputation in the city of St. Valens as their enforcer, so he's got quite a steep uphill climb to take if he wants to earn his puppy's love.

Barbie was already the type to play fast and loose with laws, and this entire affair killed all faith she had in the justice system. In the main universe, she's a programmer and hacker. In this universe, she focused more on the hacking aspect. She snuck behind her parents' back, doing very illegal things online to get more money to pay back the debt to the Sunny Family and free her big sister.

So, years later, while Alice gained experience in the Sunny Family as a sniper, Barbie became a skilled hacker, going by many aliases online. By her early/mid-twenties, she used a particular handle when making things difficult for the Sunny Family - Clown Killer. She became quite notorious among the Sunny Family, and a thorn in their side online.

Of course, Barbie had to prioritize not getting caught above any victory. If the Sunny Family knew that she was the one making things hard for them, it would put Alice in danger. Her primary focus with her hacking and other shady dealings online was to get money to repay the debt, but whenever they would just miss repaying the full amount, or something else tacked onto it to keep Alice in that debt, Barbie couldn't help but want to vent her frustrations as Clown Killer.

Barbie has learned quite a lot about the members of the Sunny Family, but could never quite gather enough evidence that would convict any of its bigger members. Their reputation was so squeaky clean. She especially had an axe to grind against Shine, who never once lost that "sweet and gentle" motherly aura while making it clear to her all those years ago that Alice wouldn't be coming home. She knew behind that sweet smile was a ruthless criminal, but she could never peel back that smiling mask to expose the truth.

The King parents are trying all they can to help Alice, saving up money on their side. They visit the city as often as they can to see her and offer support. If one of them could've taken her place, they would, but with Alice needing regular medical treatment from the city, and Shine taking a shine to her in particular... she was going to be stuck in the city no matter what.

Plus, there are other children in the King family who needed their parents too, Coraline especially. She also needed medical treatments... treatment that the Sunny Family offered to provide. In spite of the protests of her parents about adding to the debt, Alice wanted to help her little sister. Besides, the Sunny Family were treating her well... right?

Well, Alice insisted they did. Her family was already worried enough without knowing how how her job's "duties" slowly became a bit more involved over time, a bit more violent, and a lot more bloody.

Barbie did learn of some of the things Alice was hiding from them because of her hacking, and it infuriated her that her big sis was hiding secrets now too. Their parents told her to not worry about the debt, that it wasn't her responsibility, but fuck that! It's not Alice's responsibility either! She was the victim in all of this! The Sunny Family aren't a wholesome family running businesses, they're manipulative criminals, and Barbie is going to destroy them!

Although Barbie spends much of her time as a recluse, she does visit Alice in St. Valen's from time to time. It's how she crossed paths with a certain dog that the Sunny Family keeps on a tight leash.

The Sunny Family's Hunting Dog

As mentioned before, Bo is working for the Sunny Family as Jack's right hand man. He's an enforcer who enjoys his job. He especially enjoys the thrill of the chase, hunting down a target before brutalizing them up close and personal with his fists and fangs. Of course, he also knows how to handle a gun as well as a few other weapons. He also knows some unconventional means to torture someone if need be.

Bo has excellent hacking skills of his own, as a nod to his AI counterpart in the main universe, but he prefers to get hands on with his target whenever possible. He's aware of the hacker Clown Killer that's giving the Sunny Family some headaches, but they always evade his attempts to catch them in cyberspace, much to his frustration. They become something of a rival, his white whale that he's eager to conquer once and for all.

Not only does Bo have a lust for violence, he's also a very, very horny dog. He has slept around quite a lot, though his relationships never last. He never quite connects with anyone. He gets mistaken for only having a talent for senseless violence, the dumb muscle of the gang who is also is some good eye candy, when he's a lot smarter than his wild behavior might imply. There's a reason why he's Jack's second in command after all...

Alice intrigues Bo, simply because of how Jack is practically obsessed with her. In many ways, Jack is a rival of Bo's, being his "master" who he wants to one day be free of. Seeing Jack bend over backwards to win the heart of just some random sucker who got sweet talked into debt confuses the hell out of him. He wants to know what it is about Alice that draws Jack in... and if he can use that to his advantage.

Alice isn't a fan of Bo's constant teasing, and she hates the nickname of "squeaky toy" that he uses for her. It's in reference to how he loves to sneak up on her and startle her, causing her to squeak in surprise. Bo is really good at sneaking up on his prey, so her reaction is pretty fun.

Still, no matter how many times Bo pops in on Alice unexpectedly, he doesn't quite see what draws Jack in. Sure, she's surprisingly soft despite this hard life of crime, which is a novelty, but it's not something special. She's attractive, sure, but there's plenty just as attractive as her, if not more. He wants to dig deeper, interrogate her more, maybe even seduce her, but whenever he pushes just a little too far, Jack pulls on his metaphorical leash. Hard.

The intrigue keeps Bo coming back to ruffle Alice's feathers despite the risk. It's also why he suddenly pops up at Alice's place while Barbie is visiting one day.

Barbie is surprisingly tall compared to Alice, but Bo can see and smell the family blood between them. She's got these eyes that stand out - both of them blue and brown at the same time. She also has this cutting stare like she wants to carve open his guts. It's actually hilarious that a powderpuff from the suburbs could think she has a chance at even leaving a scratch on an alpha like him. It intrigues him enough to have a little fun teasing her as well.

Barbie shuts down Bo's flirting instantly. It trips him up a bit, as Bo knows he's a good looking guy. He's not used to being turned down in such a harsh manner, especially by someone as powerless as a puppy. He'd be offended if it wasn't so ridiculous.

When Barbie learns that Bo works with Alice, and as such is part of the Sunny Family, her dislike turns into outright hostility. She's not even hiding it either, though Alice rushes in to keep the conversation more or less civil.

After leaving the apartment, Bo decided to case the place until Barbie left. He wanted to tease her a little, scare this spoiled little pampered suburban pet before she barks at someone big and nasty who is more than ready to bite back. Despite his attempts to intimidate her, Barbie didn't even flinch, even when he made a subtle threat, just to see how she would react. Not even that shook her resolve. In fact, she warned him that if he hurt Alice, hell would feel like a sunny vacation spot compared to what she would do to Bo and the rest of the damned Sunny Family.

The threat tickled Bo instead of intimidating him, and Barbie fumed at the way he laughed her off.

It was in that exchange that Bo found himself a new toy to tease. He called Barbie puppy whenever he encountered her. She barked big, but she had no idea just how tiny and helpless she really was compared to him in his eyes. It was cute really, and he found great delight in teasing her.

However, though Bo was amused by their banter, Barbie was anything but. His teasing just made her hate him all the more.

A Hungry Dog

Over time Bo's attraction towards Barbie grows. He stops flirting with Alice, though he still teases her, mostly to learn more about Barbie and how he might win Barbie over. He feels less satisfied with the people he sleeps around with, thinking of Barbie more. He even starts imagining that it's her he's sleeping with, which kills the moment for him and leaves him feeling unfulfilled and horny.

At some point during this, Bo finds out the identity of the infamous Clown Killer. It's surprising, but so fitting that he can't help but laugh when he realizes it's none other than his puppy. My, my, such a naughty puppy too, getting up to so much mischief. It'd be a shame to let anyone else know. Then he wouldn't be able to play with her more.

It's that realization that his greatest rival is the woman who has been intriguing him that turns his attraction into downright obsession. Bo wants to conquer Barbie in every sense of the word, tame this wild puppy and make her whimper and beg for his loving touch.

Bo has obscene fantasies about the various ways he can conquer and tame Barbie. It's the more extreme side of the lines from the game, where he wants her on his leash, to be at his beck and call, ready for him whenever he wants her. (Which quickly becomes all the time, really. The man is so horny he makes Jack seem reserved.) He wants her always by his side, in his lap, hot and whining for him, begging him to take her in every one of her pretty little holes like the dirty puppy he knows that she really is. He wants to make her see that she's powerless before him and beg him to take her, to protect her. Only he can have her.

Unfortunately for Bo, Barbie isn't someone who is turned on by a self-proclaimed alpha asshole who teases her just because he's good looking and desires her. Every time he tries to proposition her or seduce her, he gets rejected, much to his increasing frustration.

It brings out Bo's yandere side more and more. He tries different schemes to win Barbie over. He would use his power and influence to impress her, make her see how much he can provide for her. He tries to show off how good looking he is, entice her to at least want his body if nothing else.

Barbie doesn't want any of it. She knows there are strings attached to anything Bo offers her. The only thing she wants is for the Sunny Family to let Alice go and never, ever bother her or the rest of their family ever again.

Sadly, that's the one thing Bo can't influence with his pull, even if he was willing to let Barbie go. Jack isn't ever going to let Alice go. Worse, he can't even pretend he's going to try and separate them, not when Alice starts dating Jack.

Barbie doesn't buy that Alice is happy with Jack. She doesn't buy Jack's super nice and generous millionaire sweetheart from a sappy romance novel schtick. After everything she's gone through to save her sister from that damn Sunny Family, there's no way Barbie is just letting Alice stay with them.

Jack is just another smiling liar, just like his mother Shine who talked Alice into signing that contract in the first place.

Bo can use this hatred for Jack though. He can try to show Barbie that he's on her side, that while he works for Jack, that doesn't mean he wants to stay a part of the Sunny Family.

In spite of Barbie's hatred, she did have encounters with Bo where he showed his softer side. St. Valen's is a dangerous place, especially for someone who has never killed before. Barbie resents being in Bo's debt even as she's grateful when he saves her life. Bo had Barbie squares away this debt with dates, which she very reluctantly accepted with the stipulation that he never touches her unless she explicitly gives him permission.

On these dates, Bo tries taking a play from Jack's book and acting more polite, more gentle with Barbie. It doesn't win her over, since she doesn't trust it, but she's not as openly hostile. Barbie also uses these dates as an attempt to sneak info on the sly that she could use against the family. It's kind of cute to Bo, that she thinks she's so slick, but she's a lot better at hiding her real motives online than she is in person. She has such a lousy poker face.

But it's cute too that she doesn't hide her real feelings. The more time Bo spends with Barbie, the more he wants her. Her scent is so appealing, so delicious. He wants to nibble on her skin, or at least get just a little lick. It's almost like she was made to drive him crazy. She's so fierce, so loyal to her family, and so in over his head. The small moments that he gets in past her walls where she softens to him, just a little, oh that makes his hope burn brighter, hotter.

Still, for every step closer he takes, something seems to pull them apart again. Usually that something is Bo and the criminal life he lives with the Sunny Family.

Puppy Love

Before Bo realizes it, he is helplessly in love, completely obsessed. It's Jack who infuriatingly points out to him that Barbie has become his weakness. Despite Bo insistence on being a lone wolf that doesn't need anybody, he is desperate to make Barbie, that grumpy barking puppy, his mate.

Which works in Jack's favor. After all, if Alice's family gets closer to his family, then she won't ever want to leave. He can also have Bo indebted to him for helping Bo win over the untamed heart of Barbie.

Barbie isn't going to make it easy for Bo, even with Jack's help. Like Alice, Barbie is on the aroace spectrum. She has to trust Bo in order to start developing real feelings for him, and it's going to take a lot of effort to get her to trust him.

Also, Barbie is the type to take charge. In the main universe, she's the one who holds Bo's leash. He might be the alpha dog, but he bows down at her feet. I imagine until she can feel secure in her dominance over Bo and trust that his love for her is stronger than his allegiance to the Sunny Family, she's not going to feel anything remotely close to attraction when it comes to him.

Still, Barbie and Bo are one of my ships, and it'd be a shame if they didn't eventually sail, even in this darker AU. It's just going to be a very slow burn.

It'll burn even slower if Bo gives in to his frustration and yandere impulses to force his puppy to stay with him. Only by rolling over and showing his soft belly will he stand a chance of seeing Barbie's softer side as well.

A bad end to their storyline would no doubt be Bo forcing Barbie to be his, through blackmail, debt, or both. Even in that situation, she wouldn't simply just submit. Trying to overpower her isn't going to win Barbie's love. Instead it'll just make her bear her fangs and fight back even more. The harder he forces her, the more desperately she fights, and the closer he pushes them both to their mutual destruction.

Of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. So while Barbie isn't going to make it easy for Bo, I do like the idea that in spite of everything, Bo manages to slowly show her there's more to him than a blood-thirsty, horny killer. He's someone who loves deeply, is loyal, and would do anything to please her. His love for her is more real and pure than anything else he found in the city of St. Valen's, and despite all his dreams of becoming top dog, there's nothing he wants more than to be loved by his puppy.

Bo might hate to be on a leash, but he'll find it's not so bad when Barbie is the one holding onto it instead of Jack. In fact, when she's confidently in charge, she'll be a lot more inclined to reward her big bad alpha dog with some treats.

Oh, and naturally, Bo wouldn't be Bo without his breeding/seeding fetish. Once he and Barbie finally get together, he's going to want to knock her up immediately with his pups. He never gave serious thought about having kids before, but that's only because he never found someone he wanted as his mate before. He really hopes the pups his puppy gives him will have her pretty heterochromatic eyes.

I think we can wrap things up there for now. I hope you enjoyed another visit to this multi-crossover mafia AU. Let me know if you want to hear even more about this AU or any of my other story ideas and characters.

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marensdaydream · 3 days

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Taylor and Harry attend Mitch’s show blurb based on these msg

Taylor and Harry were practically glued to each other’s hips. Wherever she went, he went and vice versa. So, when Taylor told him that her play was moving its way to New York, Harry knew to start packing his bags.

It had been a while since Harry had been in the states and it had been even longer since he’d been in New York, which he quite enjoyed, but the thought of being away from Taylor for a month was more torturous to him than being in the city.

One thing about Harry and Taylor was that they tended to not go to many places unless they absolutely have to, but when Harry found out that his bandmate/friend, Mitch was having a show tonight in the city, he knew he couldn’t miss it.

…….

“T, do you think you’ll be tired after your show today?”Harry asked Taylor as he watched her get ready for the day.

“Ummm I don’t think so. Why?” Taylor questions her boyfriend who’s sitting at the counter next to her makeup.

“Cause Mitch is having a show tonight and I was thinking… it would be fun if we went and supported. Whatcha ya think?” Harry asked.

“Oh my god we haven’t seen them in so long! Yeah, let’s go!” Tay spoke as she was applying her blush.

“Really? you want to?” harry asked again.

Taylor moved to be in between Harry and spoke, “Yeah I missed them, and I’ll love to finally hear his music live”.

Harry wrapped his arms around her lower back “Ok. then it’s a date” Harry said with a dimpled smile.

“Yep. it’s a date” Taylor repeated before she kissed him softly. “You should go get ready. We’re leaving for the theatre early today”

“Okay let me take a quick shower first and then I’ll be ready” Harry said to Taylor.

‘I don’t think you’re capable of taking quick showers” Tay laughed.

“Heyyyyyy! I’ve taken quick ones before” Harry spoke.

“Your definition of a quick shower is like 30 mins, and you know that” Taylor informed him.

Harry then jumped off the counter and turned on the shower. “It’s 3:52. I’ll be out in 10 minutes. You just watch” harry said confidently.

“Ok we’ll see” Taylor said as she left the bathroom to finish getting ready. By the time she was fully dressed, and her hair was done, it was 4:10 already. It was 4:15 by the time he exited and from the look on Taylor’s face he knew he had gone over his time limit.

“At least it wasn’t 30 mins” Taylor said to him.

“I would have made it, but I forgot I had to wash my hair too” Harry said with a pout.

Taylor stood up and put her hands on the sides of his face, “Sure you were baby” and kissed his cheek. “Now get dressed”.

“I’ll try again tonight” Harry yelled to her as she left the room.

…….

When they arrived at the theater, Taylor, like always, gave an amazing performance and left Harry wowed like it was his first time seeing it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing this play. You were incredible” harry said to Taylor as she changed in her dressing room.

“Thanks H!” Taylor spoke shyly. She’s never been the best at accepting nice comments, but she does love them coming from him.

“What time is Mitch’s show again? "Tay asked once she finished dressing.

“Uh…9:30 I think, but we’ll get there a little earlier since our car is already here” Harry said.

“Ok I’m almost ready” Taylor said as she brushed, and claw clipped her hair back. “Ok…done. let’s go.” she spoke.

…….

They leave the theater and make their way to their car. Once they finally arrive at the venue, they are let in through a side door to prevent fans from noticing them.

They catch up with Mitch and Sarah before show time and then make their way to their section to sit.

The show starts and they both sing along to the music with Tay's arms wrapped behind him when Harry feels a tug on his pants leg.

He looks down and sees its Scout, Mitch and Sarah’s son aka his god son. “Hey buddy!” he says as he scoops down to pick him up and sets him on his hip.

“You’ve gotten so big! How old are you now” Harry asks him.

“This many!” The little one says as he holds three fingers up.

Harry sucks in a breath. “The big three I can’t believe it!” he says exaggeratedly.

Harry looks to Taylor and then to the little boy and asks, ‘if he remembers Taylor?’ They only met a hand full of times and it’s been a while.

The little boy studies her face and then nods excitedly, “she gave me Mr. bunny!” He pulls out the bunny from his pocket to show them.

Taylor laughs, “aww yes I did!”

“He carries it everywhere” Mitch and Sarah’s nanny spoke beside them.

“Do you still have yours?” Scout questions Taylor.

“Of course I do! But sadly, he’s at home”. Taylor said with a pouted look.

“That’s ok just tell him Mr. bunny and Scout says hi. Okay?” Scout spoke.

“You bet I will!” Taylor says with a smile.

As Taylor and Harry both play and talk to Scout. Harry can’t stop smiling at how good she is with him, and he starts to get a warm feeling inside when he thinks about the future him, and Taylor could have going down the line.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Taylor asks shyly when she catches Harry staring at her.

Harry blushes. “Nothing…I was just thinking”

“Thinking about what” she questions with a shy smirk.

“I’ll tell you later” he responds and then kisses her dimpled cheek.

……

When the show was over, Harry, Taylor and the rest of their group headed backstage to congratulate and bid goodbyes.

“That was so amazing” Harry says to both Mitch and Sarah.

“Yeah, so glad I got the chance to hear you all live” Taylor adds on.

“We’re so glad you came” Sarah says as she hugs Taylor.

“Well, we’re going to head out” Harry said.

“We’re still meeting later this week, right?” Mitch asked them as he walked them to the door.

“Of course! See ya then” Harry says as he hugs Mitch for the final time tonight.

……

As they were making their way outside. Fans were barricaded outside the doors and once they got a glimpse of Taylor and Harry, the screams began.

“NO WAY!!”

“OH MY GOD HARRY!!”

“Hi harr– TAYLOR oh my god queen i love you”

“TAYLOR YOUR’E SO PRETTY”

Where some of what they heard as they made it in the car.

They both couldn’t help but laugh as soon as they caught each other's eyes!

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that” Taylor said to Harry as the car finally drove off.

“Me either it’s still crazy to me, but at least when we do go through this, we’ll be together, right?” Harry says as he plays with her hand.

Taylor smiles at the thought of them experiencing this crazy life they both have together.

“Yeah, always H. Always” Taylor said with a dimply smile.

He then kissed her hand and then her lips and said "I love you” in between kisses.

“And I love you more” Taylor said as their kiss finally broke apart.

As their driver continued to drive them closer to their home, Harry with a smirk on his face finally spoke.

“not possible”.

…..

Hi everyone!! sorry I’ve been away so long. life’s been a little hectic, but I hope you all enjoy this blurb🫶🏽💓

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befuddled-calico-whump · 4 months

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T$$ Military AU (summary)

(just the basic scenario; I'll edit this post if I get more ideas :) )

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In a timeline where the US is involved in a head-on conflict with the fictional country of Ebarus, Joy and Jericho are soldiers stationed near the country's border, and Benji is a civilian contractor deployed with them. Despite the ongoing war, things are pretty uneventful at their base, and mid-tour, Benji is transferred to another unit, as his skills aren't currently needed.

One day, the unit is ambushed while patrolling a defended border, and Joy and Jericho are taken prisoner.

Their captors are after secrets about their base, and also want to use them as propaganda. The two are interrogated separately, but give up nothing, and when they're reunited to be questioned together, they initially frustrate their captors by joking around and acting like they're not taking the situation seriously.

The mood changes when their interrogator shows them a video of a beaten, terrified Benji reading off a list of demands. Joy says it's illegal to treat him that way since he's just a civilian, and their interrogator claims he was caught spying, and therefore lost any protection he would have received.

The pair agree to cooperate in exchange for his safety, but manage to convince most of the Ebarian officials that they don't know anything new about the base.

Convinced they're hiding something but unable to hurt them directly due to having an ongoing propaganda campaign with them (and y'know, it's unlawful), their interrogator tries to intimidate them through another captive: Hunter, a scout who's also been accused of spying. To further the effect, they remove Benji from the shared cell, saying they'll hurt him if the pair tries to stop Hunter's “interrogation”.

They can only watch as he's brutally beaten, but when he's tied to the cell bars to be whipped, Jericho wraps his arms around him to shield his back. This technically isn't stopping the interrogation, but the interrogators take it as an opportunity to hurt Jericho, since they can (factually) claim that he put himself in front of the whip, and it wasn't their intention to harm him.

Wanting to put the prisoners to work, the officials enlist J&J to assist in developing new surveillance drones, since that’s something that plays to both of their skillsets. They know the technology will be used against their side in the fight, but with Hunter and Benjis’ safety constantly under threat, they have no choice but to play along. Mistakes or attempts at sabotage are punished through the other prisoners.

One day, Hunter reports hearing a new prisoner further inside the compound. Jericho tries to learn more, and eventually discovers that it's a downed pilot named Kaius. Worried that he's also being tortured as a suspected spy, Jericho threatens to destroy the blueprints they have so far if the guards can't prove that Kaius is as alive and unharmed as they insist he is.

To get him to stand down, the guards throw Kaius into the cell, now shared by all five of them. In an effort to weaken their resolve, the officials restrict the amount of food and supplies going into the cell, saying they'll feed the military members, but not the spies. Since Kaius was unable to prove his rank and allegiance due to his plane and documents being destroyed, he's also labelled as a spy.

Conditions are getting pretty bad, and it seems like the guards are just having fun hurting the supposed “spies” at this point. By now the group knows they don't have a high chance of being rescued. If they want everyone to survive, they'll need to find a way to break out.

The escape plan starts in the workshop where the drone development is taking place. Joy sets the place on fire using some of the robotics components, creating a distraction and allowing Jericho to overpower one of the guards and take his weapons. They then make a beeline for the cell and release the others. When a group of guards tries to stop them, Jericho stands in front of the group, telling the guards that he and Joy are the only ones who know how to build the drone now that the workshop is destroyed, and if they kill them, all that work will be lost.

Not wanting to risk upsetting their bosses, the guards let them pass.

Escape is slow going. Hunter can barely walk, and Kaius needs to be carried due to a broken leg, but eventually they make it to a large vehicle bay and steal an entire tank. (Joy is pleased)

They spend about a week getting out of enemy territory, moving slow and careful to avoid being spotted, and struggling to survive with a lack of supplies and heavily wounded allies.

Eventually though, all five of them make it to a friendly camp, safe and alive.

#not a full huge plot #just putting the guys in a Situation #i have 3-4 comics scripted for this au and will probably cone up with more #t$$ military au #whump synopsis

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𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 🎃🎃

► SYNOPSIS:

The residents show off their Jack-o'-lanterns, and the competition is tough.

Meanwhile, someone is missing from the scene.

▍characters: MC, comte, leonardo, mozart, arthur, theo, isaac, vincent, dazai, jean, sebastian, napoleon

▍rating: G

▍tags: Humor; Crack; Mentions of Blood

▍wordcount: 2,238

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▍a/n: Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope you enjoy this. Have a spooky day <3

It's almost Halloween in Saint Germain's mansion, and as per tradition, MC takes it upon herself to properly introduce the residents to the fairly new holiday for their current time period - hoping that it would bring nothing but fun times for anyone. This year she steps up her game by adding an element of competition to the pumpkin carving.

The dining room is transformed to accommodate the display of the spooky creations - chairs put aside and pumpkins lined up to be rated by the trustworthy judges, namely MC and Comte. Why them? Because they've been scouted as the most unbiased ones, in theory, because they're practically biased in everyone's favor. A loving father figure and a loving…babysitter and caretaker of the mansion. It would make do.

"Alright everyone, let's get started! We're going to be harsh. Remember, this is all just a silly little competition, don't take anything personally!" MC announces, eyes moving from one end of the long table to the other, meeting some excited and some conflicted faces.

***

She puts her attention to the first in the line, Arthur, and begins examining his creation alongside Comte.

They're both puzzled by what they see.

Arthur's pumpkin is… well, first of all, it's not horny. MC is not sure how Arthur would've been able to convey his unrestricted slutty nature into the shell of a pumpkin, but she figured he had his ways. The thing in front of them, however, gives off a different kind of emotion…something to do with deep emotional dread. The face of his pumpkin looks as if it's been tortured. More interestingly, there appears to be something written on the sides…? MC and Comte lean in and squint in order to read the tiny text, but Arthur hides it before they can make anything of it.

"It's notes. For my book. I had to write them down before I can forget."

The tone is nothing like his usual one. Looking up from the pumpkin, MC's blood freezes as the sight is more frightening than the pumpkin itself. Arthur looks sleep deprived, his hair a mess, his foot tapping aggressively against the floor at a fast pace. Right, he did mention something about going through writer's block…

"Oh. By Jove, I really need to go."

A word or two about taking care of himself is well in order, yet MC feels a little betrayed by his lack of interest in this mansion bonding experience.

"Jeez Arthur, your book is not going to go away!"

"No, I mean… I really need to go… to the toilet. I think I drank one too many coffees, Luv..."

***

Next up is Theo, who is finally finished laughing behind his, err, friend's back, and as soon as the two judges are in front of him, his expression undergoes a fast metamorphosis from smug to frightened. He has his pumpkin facing him, preparing it for a dramatic spin which would reveal the carved face on the other side.

"I'd be careful on your place. Especially you, Hondje. Try not to wet your pants."

"Just show it already…"

"Ahem." Theo coughs and tries to build up the tension again, "I made the face of one of the most dreadful creatures known to humankind."

You in the morning waiting for pancakes?, MC thinks, deadpan, while Comte is smiling emptily - he's seen everything. He is not easily amused at this point.

Finally, Theo spins the pumping, revealing…

Revealing…

A cat's…face?

"A cat's face?" MC and Comte's voices overlap - it's one part an honest guess, because it's not the most prominent cat's face they've seen - and one part surprise. And then it clicks. Theo is scared by cats, so naturally…

"HOW are you not scared. These creatures are just vile. I barely managed to carve this."

Uh-oh. The situation is laughable, and Theo is angry. He expects his efforts to be appreciated. As if by telepathy, MC and Comte both nod and smile, passing the notepad to each other to put in their impressions, just like how they did for Arthur's creation. Theo looks smug again. They move on.

***

Napoleon's pumpkin is…

"Well, that sure is a pumpkin."

Comte nods, hand on his chin. "It is, yes. It has a strong Halloween motive to it."

Napoleon blinks, his smile growing a tad more awkward, waiting to hear more.

"A classic Jack-o-Lantern. I almost see the stock photo watermarks over it."

"The what?"

"MC is trying to say that,"

"If all the pumpkins here were the characters of a mobile game, this one would be the poster boy!"

Napoleon is even more confused. But if anything, he prides himself in having good intuition. And the thing it is telling him now is…

"Are you saying that my pumpkin is boring?"

***

The stakes are high for Vincent. Not that every artist is necessarily good at all art mediums there are, much less when it comes to the complex art of pumpkin carving, but the excitement is huge nonetheless. Vincent chuckles shyly at their bubbling curiosity, and like Theo, spins his pumpkin to reveal its face.

It's not a face, however. It's a whole landscape - fields upon fields, threes in the distance, scorching sun above with its rays portrayed for effect. The most eye-catching of it all is that Vincent found a way to stay true to his unique style - the elements of the landscape are consisting of many dashed lines carved into the surface, achieving that familiar feeling of movement present in all his canvases. It's a masterpiece on a pumpkin.

After a round of applause beginning with the judges and following through all of the room, Comte and MC are ready to fill in their remarks on the notepad, but…

"That…wasn't very scary now, was it?"

Vincent rubs the back of his neck, understanding his mistake. "I couldn't bring myself to put any scary elements into this. I'm sorry. The competition's spirit filled me with one too many bright emotions!"

They don't deserve Vincent.

***

Leonardo's pumpkin is outright steampunk incarnate. It's a very intriguing thing to look at, with various types of screws forming the smile and two nuts for eyes; most likely scrap parts from his various intentions and the things he is fixing back in his room. It's the embodiment of the phrase "work smarter, not harder" since the judges notice that there is barely any carving done here. They take back a point for that, impressed or not.

***

"I don't understand this."

"I do." Comte says, eyes scanning over the few lines of sheet music carved into the pumpkin instead of a face, by Mozart. His knowledge of playing the violin comes in handy in understanding the creation of the music genius in front of him, and he analyses it to his best extent.

"It's threatening music notation.", he states, visibly feeling threatened by whatever is going on on this staff. MC doesn't get much of it, but she can tell that it is something absurd-looking, just on the verge of not making sense yet passing for actual music, ruining the lives of the ones convicted to play it.

"Thank you."

***

"On first look, it's a normal Jack-o'-lantern," Isaac explains, a slight smile on his face, gloves on, eyes protected behind goggles. Naturally, the other contestants move a few steps away from Isaac out of concern, but their eyes stay close to what is happening in front of him. The attention is a little too much on him, so he wastes no time processing the demonstration. "But when I add the hydrochloric acid…"

Isaac pours a small amount of the contents of a vial to what appears to be a hidden container inside the pumpkin - the result comes quickly as the lid of the pumpkin is put into place and tons of white fog-like smoke pours out of the Jack-o'-lantern's mouth. Isaac's smile grows just a tad wider while everyone is busy looking at his creation and wowing, and the following round of applause is welcomed by him, too. Maybe that competition wasn't much of a bad idea, after all.

***

"I was inspired by Ai-kun's invention."

Comte and MC raise a brow, mirroring each other almost perfectly, albeit Comte still manages to do it in his own refined way. Isaac is voicing out his frustration in advance and everyone is waiting to know.

"Let me demonstrate." Dazai brings his own pumpkin into view, which, by the way, has a very comical expression. Maybe it's that the eyes are too tiny, or the mouth too crocked, but there is something goofy about it for sure. What is more interesting, though, is that Dazai appears to be spinning a handle at the pumpkin's backside.

Soon its "guts" start to spill through the opening of its mouth, seed and pulp and all that, wave after wave. It's spooky for sure. A bit like a parody of Isaac's creation, but spooky nonetheless. A point for that.

"So what's the mechanism behind it?" Comte asks, notepad propped up against his chest reminiscent of a curious student in front of his professor. Dazai is amused to catch his interest like so, and probably everyone else's at that matter and hurries to explain.

"I burrowed the meat grinder from the kitchen and put it inside."

***

By the time they reach Jean, the last contestant, their hopes are high again. After Dazai nothing can manage to be as much of a headache or to potentially require a conversation on how kitchen appliances are not borrowable for Halloween decoration.

"Jean, what is this?"

A haphazardly cut-out triangle for one eye, eyepatch over the other. A vertical cut in the place of a mouth.

"It's me."

***

Alright, that's all! Comte and I will discuss the results in private and decide on a winner… though I can already tell it's gonna be a hard job."

The dining room gets rowdy with conversation.

"It's a shame that Sebas didn't get to compete as well."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same."

"Man, he would've LOVED to see everyone's demonstrations. I can imagine him, diary in hand and everything."

"He has a diary?"

"It's fine Vincent, we don't have to pretend we don't know when he's not around."

"Anyway, why isn't Sebastian here, anyway?"

"Huh? No really, why is he not here?"

"Where is Sebastian?"

"Good day, Messieurs."

The dining room's doors open with a bang, pushed by the force of a familiar figure. It's Sebastian, but his state is unrecognizable. His usually neat and clean butler's uniform is now all dirtied up with… bits of pumpkin pulp? Is this what it is?

"Forgive my rude demand, but," he puts the object he was holding, namely a pumpkin, on the center of the table. "I would like to participate as well. I hope you're accepting late entries."

It's a…

A whole pumpkin, untouched in the means of carving, not even gutted out yet.

But what it does have, is a butcher's knife stuck in it.

And an ominous red stickiness all around.

"Sebastian, calm down." Comte is the bravest to speak first, keeping his composure. "I know good lawyers. You know I'd never let you-"

"Oh but what's the need, Monsieur Le Comte? This is merely some rouge I spilled."

It's Comte who sighs in relief, but it feels like it's also everyone else in the room.

"I spilled it because I was busy making ten pumpkin pies. You generous messieurs have left me with…quite the material to work with. Copious amounts of it."

Eyes are meeting eyes across the room, some glued to the tips of their owner's shoes instead. No one dares to say anything.

"Some were left in separate bowls, which is fine. But some were left in the sink."

Sebastian grabs the handle of the butcher's knife and effortlessly retracts it from the pumpkin. He takes a cleaning cloth from his back pocket and begins to wipe it clean while talking, still keeping his eyes up. Out of respect.

"Some were in questionable kitchen utensils and other places. A large amount - on the floor."

Napoleon is brave, too.

"Sebastian, we are going to help-"

"What? What was that, Monsieur Napoleon? We're going to hold a competition for doing Sebastian's chores for the rest of the day? Oh how I'd love to be a judge in that! Do count me in."

Before Sebastian gets too scary to be around, the residents head towards the kitchen, carefully going out of forehead flicking range. Arthur is there as well, fortunately having finished his business in the toilet for the time being.

"Ah. Another thing. Since you told me to think of a way to add to this year's Halloween spirit, and I had plenty of time in my hands back in the kitchen all day to think, I've come up with an idea. I hope it will be to your liking."

"Do tell, Sebas. Your ideas never disappoint." Leonardo tries to lighten the atmosphere, almost giving Sebastian a pat on the back but deciding to refrain from doing so at the last moment. He is the head of the small group on their way to the kitchen, everyone already knowing their fate. "I thought we could cut off on fake blood expenses for decoration purposes. We will be decorating with your blood, Messieurs. It's not like it would be lethal to you if I were to borrow some. As far as I'm concerned."

a/n:

"Threatening music notation" is a reference to a twitter account with the same name for which I joked about being run by Mozart.

"But what was the first place prize in the competition?" I . dont. know. Maybe you have a suggestion? Either way, I doubt they'd get to that part anytime soon. Maybe Sebas can have it?

I wanted to draw what the pumpkins look like but I doubt i'd ever have the time for that :D If anyone happens to want to do that instead, i'd LOVE to see them!

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Peas In A Pod

[Non-sex/ual GT vo.re. Male pred, male and female prey. High fantasy fairytale setting]

Alt Title: In Which Yonah Is Visited By Some Old College Friends

Summary: Two of Yonah’s friends from back in wizard college happen to be professional thieves and foolishly accept a contract to steal an item from his tower. This goes exactly how you’d expect but the fun part is in the juicy details!

A fun GT adventure in a magic tower! Magic chase/fight scene! Vo.re! GT snuggles!

Warnings: Sort of betrayal/extreme fearplay, no injuries (except to feelings). Strong language. A sprinkle of very mild adult humor near the end.

Thank you to my proofreaders @j0hnnymouse and @vixen525

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“This must be good if they called you both here in person.”

The figure behind the desk kept their face in shadow under a standard issue, but highly personalized cowl. They turned their head to indicate looking at each of the two thieves in front of them who were not wearing cowls, but rather had elegant wizard robes. It was notable that their robes, when examined, had intricate design and stunning construction, they were not brightly colored as was tradition, opting instead for shades of black, and if one wasn't looking (and why would you be? It's rude to stare), you might forget you saw them at all.

“Yeah, weird that the normal missive delivered by raven was a summons, not the offer,” said the female twin.

“Just go in,” said the Shady Secretary, waving them into the office.

The twins had to shield their eyes, as the room they entered was considerably brighter than the lobby. There was no inch of this room where light did not touch, and nowhere could a shadow even be cast. The desks and drawers were solid to the ground and the ceiling was one large mirror. The only objects in the room were a filing cabinet and a desk.

The person behind the desk was not wearing a cowl, but showing off her old scarred face.

“Thank you for arriving so promptly No-uh… um…” she frowned as the twins grinned. Even the guild head couldn't tell Noah and Noam Berkowitz apart.

“I’ll cut the crap,” she declared. “One of our top B&E’s had a failure about a week ago,”

Noam made a mental note to figure out exactly who it was. Everyone’s business was meant to be kept secret. Gossip was strictly forbidden. So of course, the entire guild was full of it at all times. She kept her face straight. The grand master had started speaking.

“But the client is so graciously giving us a second chance. I suppose when you have been waiting for so long to get an object, one failure is not a deterrent.”

She took a breath. “We have been keeping tabs on an item for several years for this client, and its location was finally confirmed when His Mystical Majesty decided to move it to a new location. Scouting this place proved difficult, as it is in the Mystical Woodlands. The locals all had conflicting stories. We finally narrowed it down to a particular tower guarded by a giant mage.”

The twins exchanged glances, but quickly returned attention to the guild head, hoping she had not noticed. They were both thinking the same thing.

“Mage…” the guild head growled. “It wasn’t just a mage, it was a wizard!” she cursed, “Giant wizards? Since when has your guild allowed that?” she spat at the two wizards in the room as if to accuse them.

Noam was a bit shocked that the guild head didn't know. It had been big news for a time. Yet somehow, most people had not noticed or did not care.

“A wizard who, according to our operative, took a great deal of pleasure employing a unique form of torture. She only escaped using a teleport stone. Wasting it, she said. even when it was the reason she made it out alive.”

Oof… both twins winced. An expensive tool for dire situations. And Yonah, for this must be their friend from the wizard academy, had forced her to use it? Fuck… They knew his contract with King Ben was to be an evil wizard but he wasn't actually evil… was he?

“You see why I called you here?” the grand master asked.

In perfect sync they answered. “Sending wizards to deal with a wizard.”

“Indeed,” she said. “Here is the contract.” She held out a scroll.

It was standard-issue: an anonymous client (at least, to them), a description of the object, the amount they would be paying (considerable), and the normal stipulations upon success or failure. Except… the object in this case had some extra conditions, as it was heavily cursed. It was advised they do not touch it for long, nor look into it. But above all else, do not fall asleep with it anywhere on one's person unless stored in a pocket space.

All they had to do was sign it. Not with their names but with their guild codes.

“We want more of a cut,” Noam said.

“Excuse me?” The guild head looked shocked.

“You wouldn't even consider trying this again if you didn't have wizard thieves. You don't have other options, so unless you give us a larger percentage of the reward, you can tell your client to find another guild hall.”

The guild head’s fists clenched and unclenched, but there was nothing she could do. There were no other thieves who were also wizards. And while it would be amusing to have a different thieves guild hall fail the same contract, it would harm the guild’s reputation as a whole.

“Fine…” She took back the scroll and, with the quill on her desk, made a quick adjustment. Noam took it and handed it to Noah. He whispered a quick spell and pressed a finger to the number 10% which had previously been 20%. The percentage the guild would take.

“The change is a complete one,” he said. “I am hurt that you think I would try to trick you, the only wizard thieves in the entire guild,” said the guild head, as if she had not tried several times before.

Noah and Noam inscribed their guild codes onto the parchment and handed it back.

“We won't let you down.”

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“So, that’s the plan,” Noam said, rolling up the diagram. “Unless you have any more input?”

“I’m still worried. That map of secrets was drawn nearly a hundred years ago by a different inhabitant of the tower. Surely Yonah’s made changes.”

Noam nodded, a valid concern. “So we will improvise where needed. We can’t exactly scout the place. He’ll smell us. And we don’t have enough scent mask to scout and infiltrate.”

She was right, of course. She always was.

“We should have explored more during all of those potlucks he held,” Noah sighed. “Or waited for him to host another! At least we’d know the basic layout.”

“We were kind of busy!” Noam said. “And the next potluck isn’t for another month. So let’s go.”

“Wait.”

“What now?” Noam was looking impatient.

“Are you sure about this? Stealing from our friend?”

That got him a suspicious look. “It’s not stealing from a friend. It's stealing from the king. Always ethical. Second, we signed the contract, and if we bail we won’t be blacklisted - we will voidlisted!”

“I conceded the first point but the second…” Noah laughed. Noam frowned. “What is so funny!?”

“You’re always the suspicious one,” Noam replied, “And yet you believe voidlisting is a thing,” “It is so a thing!” Noam insisted. “Is not!” Noah said. “It’s a rumor, and a bad one at that, to scare initiates.” Noam’s face grew red. “Fuckers,” she hissed. “Still-” she recovered, “-Yonah doesn’t own this item. He is guarding it. So we aren't stealing from him.”

The more they bickered, the sloppier they’d be on the job, and Noah knew it. So he conceded defeat and followed his sister through the woods.That was step one: finding the tower in the living maze that was the Mystical Woodlands. While they walked, Noah checked and re-checked their supplies. Magical daggers, magical lockpicks, spell supplies, thieves tools, and the special formula scent mask that worked on giants.

Noam stopped him and tasted the air. “Should be… Around this mound!” she said with more confidence than Noah thought was deserved, until they had stepped out of the forest and entered a grand orchard. Grand in a literal sense, as many of the trees either boasted huge flowers or sagged with enormous fruits while others were of normal scale.

“This explains the fruit basket Shoshanna got for her birthday,” Noam said. “And the subsequent gifts of jams we all got.”

At first, the trees seemed randomly planted. However, as they walked through, the pattern became visible: there was space for a giant to walk through most of the area. The same could be said for the garden. There were dozens of beds for plants of all sorts, many of which the twins recognized from their own studies of plants that were common spell components. But there were also so many they didn't, and a good portion of those looked rather dangerous. They probably should have paid attention when Yonah had given them tours of the garden.

In particular, one plant, not in a bed, was at the base of the tower. Thick green vines with deadly black thorns twisted up all the way to the single window fifty feet above the ground. Even guild members didn’t have flying equipment to get them up easily and entirely avoid the thorns, which were surely sull of poison.

The twins were not ordinary guild members. They were wizards. They did have flying equipment to get them up easily. It wasn't an elegant carpet, not anymore, but it worked just fine and was small enough to use almost anywhere. Probably the best item they’d ever stolen.

“You forgot the carpet?!” Noam snapped.

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Sometimes being a royal mage and evil wizard is exciting. Sometimes it's so boring that one cannot help but fall asleep on the job. Or… perhaps one was not careful enough reading old tombs. King Ben’s archeo-agents had recently gotten ahold of some very old fairy tales, possibly written close enough to the historic events to be foundational. They were not happy about Ben ordering them to hand them over to Yonah. No one ever liked handing the half-Fire Witch ancient and very flammable objects.

Now, if you think this is such an honor that Yonah is being trusted with, it’s very much not. Yonah was given them because it was pretty much guaranteed these were cursed from cover to cover. It was his job to attempt translations, then determine what the curses were and, if possible, break those curses without destroying the books.

And that is why Yonah woke up face down on his desk, the book of Sleeping Beauty glued and imprinted into his cheek.

Maybe he could put a charm on his glasses to block the remnants of sleep magic. But until then, he’d work on another book. He eyed the smallfolk-sized bookshelf that had been shipped to his tower. Not all the titles had been translated yet, so he wouldn't be taking a chance on any of those. And no way was he even touching The Wild Swans. He couldn't be sure if the magic was powerful enough to turn his sister into a swan or if it would be limited to himself.

It was amusing to try and imagine his sister as a swan. As a giant being of fire, it would be nearly impossible to turn her into a normal swan, even with incredibly powerful magic. Certainly the magic in these books wasn't enough. Best not to chance it. Nor The Princess and the Frog. Good chance of turning into a frog. Perhaps … Goldilocks.

He’d already lived through his own version of that*, so at worst, reading it would summon Goldie to his tower. Surely the chaotic entity that was Goldie had a little more control of her Aura of Entropy. Right?

(*see Goldilocks and the Giant Wizard)

Or he deserved a break. He had been working really hard, even if the work was sitting at his desk. Upon standing, his vision swam so badly he thought for a moment he had been cursed and would wake up as some small animal. When that didn't happen, he instead went downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Work was definitely done for the day.

Unless it wasn’t. He was certainly done with his royal mage duties. He didn't think he could even read a book for pleasure tonight, let alone for more work. No, no, no!

In a moment of delirium, he had thought about his comfortable bed and not the kitchen and had walked into the sitting room. He realized his mistake and turned around, then stopped in his tracks.

That was blood he smelled. Of the human kind. But it wasn't just that. There was something else but his tired brain wasn’t connecting the scent to the memory. Maybe he just needed a better sample. He let his nose lead him to the source of the scent.

There was a small spot of blood on the floor right where the doorframe met the floor. He knelt and breathed in deeply through his nose.

No way. But it couldn't be anything else. Or rather, anyONE else. And if he was here, she had to be as well. Then he realized: they had snuck in. That meant they were here on business. Alright then, business. If it was their job to steal, it was his job to stop them. He licked his lips. Back in school, he had only tasted them and had never given serious thought to eating them, or anyone really. Now he thought about it. Now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Now he desperately wanted it.

----

So far so good. Better than good! They had snuck right behind Yonah as he sat at his desk and slipped through the hole in the trap door without any indication that they had been noticed. Not even a twitch of his giant ears.

Truth be told, this was a dream assignment. On paper. Breaking into a location they had visited many times, they knew the layout without having to scout or get a map. The reality was different. Sure, they had been here before, But trying to find a magically guarded item in a wizard tower was never going to be easy. The location wasn’t going to be someplace easily accessible, that’s for darn sure! Process of elimination helped them at least avoid wasting time looking in places it certainly couldn't be.

“I am very sure,” Noam said as they climbed the bookshelf. “What wizard doesnt have a hidden vault or entire set of passages and rooms behind a bookshelf?”

“Plenty of them! We don't!” Noah pointed out.

“Evil wizards, Noah,” Noam retorted. “Evil wizards. Or any wizard with a lair, which we don't have. We should get a lair! Even Shoshanna has a lair!” “She has a bakery!”

“Same thing!”

Even with both of them pulling books from different shelves, it took a while, Yonah had a lot of books and, of course, the shelves were giant-sized. They did find a few fake books with keys in them and objects that were so obviously cursed, they were not the least bit tempted to steal a little extra side-loot. Nope. Not at all. After all, they had two more shelves to check.

Then they had one more shelf to check.

“It’s not behind a bookshelf.”

Noah jumped (quiet the wrong reaction from a trained thief) while Noam darted behind a book, silently cursing her brother.

Yonah was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, those brown eyes enlarged a little by the spectacles staring straight at them. His expression was hard to read but Noam hoped it was amused. Surely he was amused, yet he just stood there. Even leaning to the side, he nearly filled the opening…

“It was fun for a while,” Yonah said. “Watching you work so hard for something so fruitless. But alas, I would bet what you’re after is behind my spice shelf.”

The twins should have bolted. Anyone would have. But they both stayed where they were.

Yonah smirked. “Let's get this over with then, yes?”

Finally he moved. Or rather, stomped, towards them.

“FEE! FI! FO! FUM!”

Now they really should have run. Only, Yonah had to be playing around. He was just trying to scare them! Noam glanced at her brother, who was gone, and Yonah laughed as he came closer.

“I SMELL THE BLOOD OF HUMANKIND. IT MATTERS NOT THE THINGS YOU STOLE, I’LL CAPTURE YOU AND SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.”

That’s when she ran. Not that Noam thought he would eat them, but he was being damn scary! And after all, if he intended to play childish chase games, she wasn't going to lose! At the very least, she wasn't going to lose and let her brother win.

“We didn't even steal anything!” Noam yelled back, slipping behind the shelf. It felt safe there. She could choose her direction from here, and hopefully not the direction Yonah anticipated her to go.

Such was rendered moot when Yonah dragged the shelf away from the wall. “Oh, it's not going to be that easy,” he taunted. The brim of his hat cast an ominous shadow over his face, except for his glowing eyes.

“No, it's not.” Noam crushed the capsule in her hand, casting a quick wind spell before covering her own face and running blindly in the opposite direction, as Yonah shook the room with his powerful sneezes.

There was only one destination for her. How foolish of Yonah to reveal his secrets so openly. The stairwell seemed so much further away as she fled towards it than when Yonah had been standing in it. Giant houses suck. Everything is so spaced out!

And of course, Yonah recovered fast. Probably cast his own wind spell. Glancing back, Noam could see his eyes were more red than orange, but now he looked legitimately angry. The glance was long enough to see him gesture, and short enough for her to turn forward and see the carpet rise, intending to fling her back. She pushed some magic into her feet to jump, land on the wooden floor, and dash again as the carpet fell right at her heels.

Then it lunged for her. Dammit, that wasn't a puppet spell; it was an animation spell! Fine. Two could play that game. It was risky to get out her staff, but it was worth it when her reversal spell hit the carpet and it turned on its owner. Maybe it was folly to stop and watch Yonah get wrapped by his fancy carpet, but she knew she would have regretted not seeing the look on his face; his head was sticking out the top, all squished as he roared in frustration.

She made it to the stairs and gave a silent thanks to The Whole that she could go up or down and still reach the kitchen, and down was definitely faster than up. Even if the human steps would be easier, it was faster to leap down the giant ones and let gravity do the work for her.

Noam didn't know if she wanted to find Noah in the kitchen or not. No, she did. They didn't get as far on high-rank jobs by being competitive. They got there by being a team. So where had Noah gone…

This was where prior knowledge was really going to come in handy. Yonah had two locations where he kept spices. Actually, it was three but she was designating the drawer and cabinet in the kitchen as the first and the cabinet in the walk-in cupboard as the second. That was surely where the secret entrance was.

Of course, she had to figure out the trigger to open the vault. Nooks were easy: take them out, open them. But it couldn't be as simple as removing the spice jar or sack. She’d probably have to use it in some way. But first, she needed to open a lot of jars. That way, she could test a bunch all at once rather than one at a time.

Fuck! She knew she had overlooked something. Her eyes stung and her lungs burned as she popped the cork on an amber bottle, a poof of red hitting her face before she could react. How could she forget Yonah kept about a thousand different pepper powders!?

She stumbled back and smacked herself in the face with her staff as she cast a water spell. The water blasted her in the face and it was instant relief, as long as she kept it up.

Then the water stopped, and she felt the familiar sensation of a half-giant’s hand wrapped around her body. She had one teleport spell but the chance of re-capture was too great to waste it here.

“Now now,” Yonah chided. “You’ve already seasoned yourself. I couldn't have you undo all that good work!”

Another familiar sensation: a giant tongue across the side of her face.

“Okay, okay! You won!” Noam protested. “Well, if you get my brother, that is.”

The grip on her did not loosen as Yonah closed the pantry and marched back to the sitting room. “Oh, the other one? Caught him before you.” He pulled a rather disoriented Noah from a pocket.

“Very funny,” Noam said. “You know that’s Noah. Now let us go and- uck!”

The grip on her tightened. And Yonah’s face turned harsh with a grin. “I’m sorry, did you miss the part where I said I’m going to eat you?”

Even if the air had not just been squashed out of her she would have been rendered speechless. The statement brought Noah back to reality.

“You- You wouldn't!” he squawked. “Yonah-”

“We’re your friends!” Noam managed to gasp.

“You are THIEVES!” Yonah spat. “Thieves who now know the location of one of my secret vaults. I cannot let you live.”

“You told us how to find it!” Noah objected as he tried to run away, but Yonah caught him mid jump.

“So I did,” he chuckled, licking his sharp fangs. “So I did.”

“But we’re friends!”

Yonah shrugged. “And now you’re food”

That prompted a tirade of confused protests. It took all of Yonah’s self-control not to laugh as his friends slowly realized he was serious. Until the mostly verbal protests turned into verbal spells. A particularly nasty one hit him in the nose and he nearly dropped them as the itching crawled from his nose to his ears, but he was able to tuck them both under an arm as he used one hand to scratch his ears and the other to end the spell.

“Alright, enough.” he seethed. Unsurprisingly they did not heed this order and Noam started to shout another spell.

“Food doesn't talk,” He fumed, and shoved Noah into his mouth.

He half expected Noam to blast him with that spell she’d been preparing, but for some reason she didn’t. It was the perfect opportunity. He had to focus on swallowing Noah.

Wow, he had forgotten how good these two tasted! And it was so nice of them to show up and offer themselves to him, even if he had to work for it. But he had to make this quick. Who knew what mischief Noam was getting up to, even trapped in his grip? A shame. He really wanted to savor this.

Even so, he did hesitate for a moment. He had never eaten a friend before. Okay, clarification - there were a handful of people he became friends with after having eaten them. They don't count. He had never eaten a friend he made before he became evil. Not that the twins were his best buddies or anything, but they were still his friends. And now he was eating them. He could hear Noah crying. He could feel Noah crying. Now that he thought about it, Noam too.

“~no!”

She weakly squeaked as her brother’s kicking feet were pulled into the ravenous maw. Without any hope, she clawed at the giant hand, attempting to get to her brother.

And she released an unholy shriek when he took that massive, satisfying swallow and the squirming lump that was her brother disappeared. Yonah might have only been half giant but eating one human didn’t make a difference in his physique. Maybe he looked a little full? Just… Occasionally, minute movements could be seen from underneath Yonah’s robe as Noah fought to get free, but only the smallest of tremors. It was nothing to the half giant.

And Noah was screaming too. She’d never heard her brother scream like that. He was dying in there, inside the belly of their former friend.

The giant looked at her with fiery, hungry eyes. Teeth glistening with drool. Then he did something truly terrible.

“Absolutely delightful!” He declared, “And struggling wonderfully. You have to feel this.”

No, she didn’t! But Noam didn’t have a choice as he pressed her against his stomach. Oh GODS. The fabric didn’t do much to conceal her brother’s futile struggles under the dense flesh. She could now hear and feel his terror.

The stomach made a happy gurgling noise. And they both cried out ugly sobs.

“NOAH!!” She broke her silence and slammed her fists against the Giant’s gut, as hard as she could. “I’ll get you out! DAMMIT!” It was to no avail. Everything shook as the giant laughed at her.

“As much fun as it would be to see you try, I'm not that desperate for entertainment and you smell so delightful,” the giant cooed, looking down at the squirming human. He pulled her away and back to eye level. “If your brother tasted that good, I can’t wait to eat you.”

Yonah licked her face again. Noam winced as she was covered in near-scalding saliva.

“Mmmmmm, you definitely taste better!”

Still laughing. Deep, hollow, and victorious at their demise. She could only shake and blubber in his grasp.

Then he blinked. And the fire faded away. The laughter was pitched up and mirthful. An annoying laugh.

A familiar laugh.

“Y-Yonah?” Noam’s fear, confusion, and rage were fighting and sentences were not forming.

“You-you should see your fa-faces!” He continued to laugh, nearly bent double and clutching his hand over his gut, squishing Noah who was screaming so loud he could be heard over the giant’s laughter.

“You really believed I was going to kill you!” he wheezed, and adjusted his grip on the woman so she sat in his palm, held there by a thumb.

“Fucker!” The cries of Noah changed from desperate fear to frustration. And a reduced level of fear. “Let me out!!!” But Yonah ignored him. He was talking to Noam.

Who shot him an angry salt filled glare. “You… you-!”

“-had you fooled?” Yonah straightened up, catching his breath. “HOO! That’s a good kick you got there Noah. Keep it up! Maybe it will be enough to make me puke. Hasn’t happened yet, but first time for everything, right?”

The struggling stopped. Dang, he shouldn’t have said anything. He focused on the woman in his hand.

“I’ve gotten pretty good at this big bad giant act!” Yonah smiled brightly, as if he had just played a harmless prank on them.

“Aha, ha, ha…” Noam nervously smiled but couldn’t maintain it. “ACT?’ ACT!?! YOU FUCKING ATE NOAH!” she shrieked, which only bolstered Yonah’s amusement. “STOP LAUGHING! IT ISN'T FUNNY!”

“Wrong! It’s hilarious!” Yonah chuckled as he rubbed his stomach in contemplation, before nodding, “And don’t worry - I’ve got room for you!” He announced with cheeky, monstrous excitement, poking his fingers into her side like she was a baby and he was playing a game.

Art by @pythonpie (tumblr and twitter) (ive had this art since 2019. Finally used)

That set Noah off, and he flailed harder than ever. Oh, that was so nice. Truth be told Noah was rather stuffed in there, but stomachs stretched. Even if Noah filled up the current space, he could make more… Right?

“No! Spare her, please!” Noah pleaded. “You already ate me! For the love of the gods!”

“YONAH, DON'T DO THIS!” Noam begged, eyes red & puffy, her tears mixing with his saliva from before.

This was worse than him not remembering them! He did remember. He was still going to kill them! And he was going to enjoy every moment.

“Don’t kill us!”

“Me? Kill my friends? An absurd notion!” His hollow words failed to assure Noam as she was brought closer to his mouth.

“But first-” breathing in her scent and blowing hot air out “I have a job to do. So are you ready to join your brother?” His smile broadened as he indicated his stomach with his free hand.

“THE HELL I'M NOT!” Noam bellowed, kicking at his face as he opened his mouth wide yet again. Noah, meanwhile, continued to pound uselessly at his insides.

Yonah forced Noam’s feet into his mouth with his free hand and his tongue, pushing her back, licking her legs greedily as she continued to curse him out. His only answer was to swallow.

She tasted almost exactly the same as her brother. Almost. It was subtle, but he could tell the difference.

Swears turned to desperate pleading shrieks as her head passed under his teeth.

“I AIN'T GOING DOWN THIS EASY!”

“GKKCHLKK-!”

He choked as she twisted around only halfway in his throat. She reached out of his mouth and grabbed onto his fangs! Was she stupid?! He could accidentally bite her hands off! No matter, he just lifted his tongue up to dislodge them, feeling her scramble to find purchase on his tongue. All she succeeded in doing was give him more of her flavor before she was pulled the rest of the way into his throat, her hands the last thing to go.

He would have liked to be gentle, but he didn’t have the time, Noah had already been sitting in his stomach for a literal hot minute. So he swallowed hard, ignoring her peril and the objections of her brother. She screeched as the pressure increased to pull her down to his stomach.

Fuck!

He clutched his chest. She wasn’t progressing any further, despite his continued swallowing. At least he could breathe, though not well. The last swallow got her below his neck, but she was still putting pressure on his trachea.

He should have anticipated this. Noah was stretching out his stomach. How he even found purchase, Yonah didn’t know. And it hurt! Noah was pushing against Noam’s feet, keeping her in Yonah’s esophagus. It wasn’t hard, as he already took up most of the space. Fucker probably though he could get him to throw up. It would take a lot more than that.

Yonah took a painful breath, his lungs and pounding heart pressing against his swollen throat, against Noam’s stuck form. She thrashed and his breath hitched.

“Let her in, idiot! She needs AIR!” His voice was harsh and dusty. He wrapped his knuckles against Noah.

With extreme reluctance, Noah silently admitted that Yonah was right. Even if it was a death trap, it was a death trap with “breathable” air. He stopped holding up Noam and let himself be squashed into the bottom of the stomach as another few swallows forced her to join him. Worried she might pass out, he grabbed a hold of her ankles and pulled in time with Yonah’s swallowing.

The stomach graciously stretched to accommodate the second person, way too naturally for Noah’s liking. But at least no air had been pushed out.

Once Noam was entirely in the stomach, Noah hugged her tightly and cried. Through his own shaking sobs, he could tell she was panting and panicking with rage.

What immense relief Yonah felt that Noah had given in!. In fact, he felt an odd tugging. That was really weird. But they were both safely in his stomach now.

Well, not safe. Not for long. But that was okay. He’d enjoy the fullness for the few minutes he had before spitting them out, because it felt incredible. He rarely got to eat more than one person at a time. While one person certainly made him feel full, now he was actually full. And he wasn't going to let that feeling go so soon.

If only they would stop yelling at him! He wanted to enjoy this!

/That BASTARD/ thought Noam /So calmly eating another human!/ No. Not calmly. EAGERLY! RAVENOUSLY. And not just any humans, but his FRIENDS! Back in school, while he had a little trouble adjusting to human culture, he wasn’t divorced from his humanity. And yes, he had tasted them, held them affectionately in his mouth, but he’d never shown any desire to actually eat them.

“LET US OUT, YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU!” Noam started screaming with her first breath of the rancid “air”.

He had been pretty much like any other student. Just larger. He’d helped them study for exams! Made veritable feasts for them in the kitchens! He trusted them not to reveal his secret! And they had kept it! So why, why, why was he so excited to make a meal of them?!

“Hmmmm,” was all the response she got.

“I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR US!” She berated him with a surprisingly strong kick for someone so restrained by his stomach walls.

“Ugh…” Yonah grumbled. “Yeah I can, and you’re ruining this for me. Shut the fuck up, alright?” He had once again dropped his low villainous voice. That part of the game was over.

“YOU ATE US! I WILL NOT-”

But he tapped a finger to his stomach and cast a silence spell. Ahhh, much better. Then he felt one of them, probably Noam, dispel it.

“MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO YOUR PRECIOUS FIFTH ASPECT I WILL KILL YOU!”

“Rude much?” He cast it again but this time maintained it, and he felt Noam thrash after trying and failing to dispel it. They might be powerful wizards in their own right, but his firewitch heritage made him stronger. Noah flailed too. It was cramped in there.

The fluid levels were creeping up. They had to convince him to let them out before it was too late and they took desperate measures. The problem was they couldn’t speak! That made certain spells unavailable, plus he had taken their staves and thieves' tools. And the secret real thieves tools! He had found everything. It was also painfully obvious he was more than happy to leave them to die in his stomach.

Wait. Maybe they didn't have to convince him…

Now that Yonah had a moment’s quiet, he could fully appreciate their struggles and lick his fingers of their taste. He sat on his couch and leaned back. Ahh, this was the perfection of comfort.

“Uh, uh, uh!” With his hand to his stomach he felt the beginning of a teleport, the spell trying and failing to latch onto him. The result made him, and notably his stomach, feel dissociated with reality. But he stopped it before they could set it off entirely.

“That’s not gonna work, so don't try it again unless you want to be sitting in bile,” he warned. “Teleports make me feel icky.”

Specifically, people trying to teleport out of him made him nauseated. At least teleports that didn’t account for him being half-firewitch. Such attempts failed and gave him a splitting headache. Noah and Noam had forgotten the firewitch resistance factor; his head was swimming a bit.

He gave them a few seconds to process this. Mostly with additional attempts to assault him from the inside. Okay, maybe another minute. Or two. Or three…

More than the rolling motions of the muscles and the powerful pulse, the worst of this was the moving pressure on one side of the stomach. Noam had seen it from the outside… she knew he was stroking his stomach, stroking them! Chuckling as they retaliated. Letting them know he could feel them, taunting them in their soon to be tomb.

Then his voice returned.

Even at his normal pitch, from inside him it rumbled.

“I’m going to let you speak now. Do not make me regret it.” The pressure was lifted away, and the silence with it.

“Yonah?” Noam experimented. The silence spell was indeed gone.

“Yes, Noam?” he trilled.

So condescending!

“You’re a fucking asshole!” She choked on panic and foul air, but all the words got through.

“Thanks! I try my best!” And he patted his stomach again.

Neither of them reacted beyond bracing themselves as they bounced, having learned last time it wasn’t worth it.

“Can you not?” Noah pleaded, “Is it not enough that you ate us?”

“Don’t act like I’m the one at fault! You broke into my tower. You know I’m evil now.”

“We didn’t think you were a MONSTER WHO ATE HIS FRIENDS!” Noam retorted.

Yonah chuckled. “No need for name calling.” That got him a few more kicks. “I wasn’t evil back at the academy!” He continued to massage his slightly swollen stomach “And I didn’t even know I could do it. Swallow a human whole, I mean. An elf? Probably. Gnomes for sure, not that I ever did. Anyways, I was fairly sure I couldn’t eat a human. I’m a bit on the small side compared to most giants. Never seriously crossed my mind, no matter how good any of you smallfolk tasted. Especially because of that one time I nearly choked to death on Micah.” (yes I am writing that story)

He heaved a sigh, feeling his diaphragm push down on his friends.

“But I’ve since discovered I can. And it’s pretty damn great”

“It really isn’t!” Noah spat.

“Oh, nonono! Not for you. For me,” Yonah clarified. “You have no idea. There is really nothing like a belly full of smallfolk, just… squirming away in there! You two are wonderfully feisty by the way. Is that because you’re thieves and are good at maneuvering in tight spaces or because you just love me?”

They didn’t answer his question. They didn’t say anything, they just sobbed loudly. They were going to die knowing their friend enjoyed murdering people by eating them alive. How could someone have changed so much? Was the world truly that horrible? And he was still playing with them, poking them and squishing them.

“Something wrong?” He said innocently. “You’re not moving as much!”

He sounded worried? No. That couldn’t be it. Disappointed?

“Maybe we don’t like the idea of you enjoying our deaths!” Noam answered.

“Eh, I’m not gonna kill you.” Yonah gave his belly an affectionately sharp nudge, pleased that saying so earlier had been interpreted as a big fat lie. “I’m going to spit you back up.” He was not pleased that this still did not encourage them to struggle again.

“You’re not gonna ki-? … You're gonna WHAT?!” That voice cracked and Yonah couldn’t tell who said it. But it was very doubtful.

“I know, I’m convincing.” Yonah sounded way too proud. “But kill my friends? I’m not that evil. And I know from experience that, currently, you two aren’t even close to passing out let alone dying. Give me a few more minutes. Maybe some good kicks?” He patted his stomach again to encourage them. He looked down to see if they complied.

Maybe they weren’t dying just yet, but it was getting harder to breathe and the offensive fluids around them made their skin sting, reminding them that this was a stomach. Those were stomach fluids trying to digest them, regardless of whether Yonah wanted to or not. So Noam gave one big kick before withdrawing. That was a nice jolt! But no more as he heard them both grumble. Oh well. Maybe he should be a little less evil… But only just.

His occupants yelped briefly as he jauntily made his way down the stairs. Then screamed wildly as he pressed his hands to his stomach and started to throw up.

“There you go!” Yonah declared, as he coaxed them under the sink faucet. “Right as rain!”

Noam said nothing and lay back, submerging herself in the water to get the offending fluids out of her hair. Noah was still shaking, holding onto Yonah’s hand as an emotional anchor. With his other hand Yonah reached for a bar of soap and from his pockets got out the thieves’ supplies.

Noam snatched the leather harnesses back and got out a knife, carving into the massive soap, handing a chunk to Noah.

Yonah didn’t try to make anymore conversation as the twins cleaned up. But he did supervise them. Resting his arms and head on the counter. These two couldn’t be left alone, and he didn't have anything pressing to do. His research could continue tomorrow.

“Since you’re here you might as well stay the night.” His tone made it clear that this wasn’t optional. “It’s been a while since I’ve had friends over.”

“Oh!?” Noam piped up, she was drying off using one of his hand towels. “Bold of you to assume we’re still friends!”

“Ah!” Yonah gasped, putting a hand to his chest and tried to look dramatically devastated. “What harsh words! Surely something as ridiculous as eating you didn’t destroy our special bond!”

Noam glared at him. “We never had such a thing. But if we did, it’d be gone now!”

Yonah rolled his eyes which only made her fume. “I thought you were made of stronger stuff. Being eaten didn’t stop Myran from becoming my friend! Or Jake! You know I eat him, right?”

There was a lot of silence as they processed this. It was finally broken when Noah finished up his shower.

“For the record,” he said, “I’m still your friend.”

----

Yonah woke up a bit disappointed that he was only cuddling with one human and not two but Noam had been adamant about distrusting him, even if Noah snuggled right up to him just like normal. His little thieves had been quite worn out. And even with Noam’s distrust, he had heard her fall asleep even before her brother. And she was still asleep now. He peeked into her makeshift bed, a large treasure chest into which he’d placed a very fine mattress, the fluffiest pillows enchanted to stay cool, and the softest blankets. It just looked so adorable to have smallfolk sleep in them, and he had several for when he had many guests. Of course, he preferred when his friends slept with him.

So he placed her brother with her and went to fix breakfast. Neither had an appetite for dinner, so they were bound to be ravenous. He smiled as he recalled that the twins favored breakfast food was pancakes. While he couldn't make them as perfect as Shoshanna, he was proud of his recipe, and Shoshanna didn't have syrup from the secret maple grove in the Mystic Woods. He also made a mountain of eggs scrambled with onions, his more mild peppers, and some greens.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled at Noam, whom he’d spotted sneaking in the direction of the pantry from the corner of his eye.

“Can’t blame a thief for trying,” she huffed, and clambered onto the table where Yonah had set up the smallfolk dining table.

“I can!” Yonah objected. “But I won't hold it against you. Where is your brother?”

“Just taking another shower. He still felt a bit sticky,” she said, and scrunched her face as she tried not to think about why.

Yonah served her a few hot pancakes, but then crossed his arms like a stern teacher. “What were you after, if I may ask?”

“Uhhhh..” Noam took a bite to avoid answering. So Yonah took a guess. “Was it the emerald?”

Noam couldn't help but talk through her mouthful. “Why would you think-”

“She blabbed?” came Noah’s voice as he climbed up the table, his curly hair rather shiny and smelling like fresh pomegranate. It took a lot of self-control for Yonah not to lick the little human.

Noah looked horrified, and he stole a pancake off his sister’s plate. “She lied in her report! What did you do to make her speak?!”

“What do you think?” Yonah smiled and winked. “It’s amazing what people will say to get out of my stomach.”

“A stomach that they’re going to be let out of regardless…” Noam stabbed at her brother’s thieving fingers, to no effect.

Yonah drew up his posture. “Noam, if you two, my friends, people I like, people I care about, couldn’t tell I was bluffing, what hope does anyone else have?”

Noam considered this over a few more bites of pancake.

“When did you get so good at being so evil!?” she finally exclaimed.

Yonah shrugged. “I think it comes naturally to fire witches. When did you go back to the Thieves Guild? Or did you never fucking leave?!”

The looks on their faces told him he was right. He put his arms around the humans, open palms behind them.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he assured. “But I have to know, just in case you’re hunted down someday. I want to know if it was your own stupidity that earned your fate.”

The twins shook a bit. What was he talking about!?

“Were you stealing things from the Academy?” he asked. “Is that why you enrolled? Was the guild so desperate that they would pull a con like that?”

They didn’t relax, not all the way, but they let go of each other.

“Of course we stole things,” Noam said. “We’re thieves.” Worry filled Yonah’s face, so Noah continued. “But not for the guild! Those unsolved mysterious robberies weren’t us! Attending the school was our choice.”

“Most of what we stole was trivial,” Noam continued. “We stole a bracelet from you.”

“My brace- wait! The one I had lost in Xharem’s treasure room? You stole it!? That was-“ the roots of his hair started to glow along with his eyes.

“You’re grandmother’s, we know,” Noah interrupted. “You told us back then, remember? And got so distraught, you couldn’t calm down your hair for two days and missed classes!”

“You helped me look for it! So when Eli found it under a fancy rug a week later-! You planted it! That wasn’t trivial!” Smoke began to rise from his glowing locks.

“Bad example,” Noah conceded. “But we didn’t- and don’t -know who stole the gryphon egg or the Book of Serpent King or the starfield sapphires or… well, you get it.”

Yonah sighed and ran his hand through his hair to calm it down before bringing the rest of breakfast to the table.

“What did she say in her report?” Yonah asked, changing the subject to gossip, everyone’s favorite.

Noah and Noam didn’t understand for a second.

“Jack,” Yonah clarified. “The pro before you were sent. What did she say?”

More of the tension drained, as they were eager to answer. “Well, it was lacking details,” Noam began, “but we could tell the target had been you. Evil half-giant wizard in a tower. She said you employed a unique form of torture that she had to use her teleport stone to escape.”

“HA!” Yonah laughed. “Well, can’t say I blame her. Wasting the teleport stone on me would have been embarrassing.” He winked at Noam to remind her she made the same exact mistake. “I am a bit surprised she did not mention getting eaten.” He considered this a moment, then smiled. “But not surprised she left out everything else.”

The twins looked at his stupid grin with concern. “Uh- there was more?”

Yonah sighed wistfully. “I really shouldn't gossip, especially about myself. And it might get Jack in trouble. Not that I care for Jack, but we parted on more than amicable terms. “

Noam looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What do you mean ‘amicable terms’? You ate her!”

“Yes, I did,” Yonah said with a rather interesting, new kind of guilty smile. His cheeks were flushing red.

That took a full minute for the twins to process until Noah burst out with .

“WAIT, YOU TWO GOINKED?!”

“Jack… of all thieves… sleeping with a giant… I don't believe it.” Noam was staring at her pancakes as if they would start talking and bring evidence to the contrary. No such luck, as Yonah felt the urge to add: “Oh, I was certainly not the first giant-”

“Stop talking! I don't want to hear anymore!” Noam protested, and Yonah resisted being evil.

“Well, you’re welcome for that hot gossip,” Yonah said, taking another bite of his pancakes as he thought of how to change the subject yet again. He hit upon what he thought was a brilliant notion.

“Does your guild master know what you were hired to steal?”

That question stunned them both for a moment. It was unexpected and they had to think about it.

“No… I don't believe so. They only know it's a powerful magic item.”

“Well, I can't give you the emerald,” Yonah said and they nodded with acceptance. “But I think I do have a suitable ‘powerful magic item’ for you to bring back.”

And he explained his plan…

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“A little later than I thought you two would be back, but a job well done, I must say!” The grand master held the packaged item. “Shady has your pay. You are dismissed.”

They both nodded and walked away. Slowly. This was the riskiest part of the scheme. Oh, they were sure it would work but they wanted to be able to confirm it.

A second before they shut the door, they heard it. The loud, angry croak that sounded a bit like their names, though which name it was not at all clear. And they laughed as they took their money.

They would have to tell Yonah that the book’s curse indeed turned the reader into a giant frog.

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#safe vore #soft vore #nonfatal vore #GT vore

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mewi-or-lara · 7 months

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I would like to know about everything in this iceberg please 👀👀👀

Oh oh well! I'm gonna explain some iceberg tiers here, and some in my second blog, because... the topics... well, you know, they're kinda dark x)

You can find my other blog in pinned post. And let's get started. It will be a long post...

Source/Sawyer (Brohood/Manga)- my main character/sona! Kid with an universal transmutation tattoo all over the body. You can find more about them in character tag.

Kid (Brohood/Manga, AU) - AU with Source being an otter chimera. It doesn't have much lore, I just love chimera Source. He chills with the Devil's Nest gang

Briggs scouts duo (Brohood/Manga) - just a concept for two characters, two best friends with one brain cell. They're just chilling in the snow doing some fun shit. One of these scouts is Ishvalan veteran, and other is a young rookie.

Ginger Elric (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - biological SawEd kid! Still not sure how she was born, read further in *Derrick, and *Reproductive alchemy.

Rona Grotberg and White Goat (Brohood/Manga) - Briggs soldier who was severely damaged during one Drachmian conflict and was found barely alive by illegal doctors. She was turned into obedient goat chimera soldier.

Lad'ya Olekhchik (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - drachmian woman that studied ancient Drachmian history and alchemy. She came to Amestris to find stolen Drachmian Philosopher's stone. More you can read here.

SawEd kid (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - still unnamed adopted child of Sawyer and Edward. He was their first child, and they adopted him an infant.

Derrick (Brohood/Manga) - deserter Amestrian state alchemist (main field was reproductive biology) and soldier, now working on some unethical experiments on people and animals at the illegal organisation at the North. He was also making a concept for universal transmutation circle and chose "leftover baby" (Source, in context) to put a tattoo on it to make a super alchemist soldier. More you can find here.

Sander Klein (2003 AU) - basically a "what if Source didn't escape from that facility and the plan of making an obedient child soldier was successful"

Bertha "Lambert" Blau (2003 AU, Shambala) - Sander's double in Shambala. A charming person from a small but very united queer community at Munich.

Nikon Kharchenkov and his drachmian secret lab in the North State (Brohood/Manga and 2003 AU) - and old man who runs a "small family business" at the small town near North City. More you can find here. Working on Source's case Hughes named the "unnamed facility the kid came from" as THERE - terrorists' headquarters establishes a rebellion, eradicate. In 2003 AU the only difference was that Dante met Nikon at her trip to the North, and found about his secret lab and ordered Bradley to raid it.

DAS or Drachmian Alchemists Society (Brohood/Manga) - organisation that Lad'ya and other alchemists from Drachma founded. They work on bringing back alchemy to the society and make people not be scared of it. Over time it's ways became more peaceful.

Constructor Alchemist (Brohood/Manga and 2003 AU) - he was first Sander's teacher who taught him how to fight and use alchemy. This man was once a State Alchemist but during with one conflict with Creta (or Aerugo? Still not sure) he was "killed" for political reasons. He stayed alive to be a secret agent and a hitman. In brohood/manga verse he was just the once famous State Alchemist who actually died in that international conflict years before main events.

Super Soldier program for Sander (2003 AU) - Sander was being prepared to be a perfect soldier and international agent, who can fight and kill without hesitation, can speak and understand different languages and endure any torture for the glory of his country.

yummy red stones (2003 AU) - Dante made Sander eat the red stones as an experiment will the child survive or not and how it can affect him. He now eats red stones to stay a powerful alchemist (and they also "erases" his emotions)

non-verbal automail mechanic sister (Brohood/Manga) - there were two automail mechanics at THERE, brother and sister. Sister is an excellent mechanic with an incredible talent making devices and moving parts as noone even thought about before. She made White Goat's automail legs that have two modes - humanoid and animalistic.

Sander works at the church (2003 AU, post-canon) - Sander couldn't find a proper job without an arm, but found a simple charity works at church. Lately this place became his main socialisation area.

Evil Source Arc (Brohood/Manga) - at one point, Envy manipulates Source to go to Father's side, saying that Elrics tricked them from the start.

King "abusive authority figure" Bradley (2003 AU) - Sander sees Bradley almost like a father figure, even if he treats him very bad.

Stolen Drachmian Philosopher's Stone (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - drachmian stones were more powerful because people souls that were used to make it, was happy to sacrifice themselves. When Ladya finally found it (with the help of Edward and Sawyer), she went crazy with it's power.

Source vs Pride (Brohood/Manga) - When escaping from Father, Source had to fight with Pride and he chased him in dark tunnels for quite a lot time before they managed to flee and it scared Source so much.

Edward and Winry's breakup (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - it has a big impact on the main post-canon plot, but there are too much to talk about, so visit this post for more info. I'm only gonna add that Edward didn't tell Sawyer about him and Winry and Sawyer got mad at some point that Ed hided such important thing.

Sander gaslights Riza (2003 AU) - once Riza accidentally saw Sander in the shower stall naked and noticed that he is.... not he actually. And to let his secret stay a secret Sander started to gaslight Riza in front of others and alone. She still is kinda scared of him and doesn't really like him in post-canon because of that.

Servant the Homunculus (2003 AU) - other, the original name of Sander. Dante and Sander too think of him as of a homunculus. And he has an ability that is called "The Ultimate Resource" - it means he can use any type of alchemy and also use his body for transmutations. His tattoo transformed into red-nods-and-lines after he ate an enormous amount of red stones.

Sander gives his arm to save Rose (2003 AU) - before running away Dante stabbed Rose a dozen of times, and Sander thought that maybe he's not a homunculus but a human being, he can still use his "Ultimate Resource" ability. He used tissues of his arm to patch Rose's wounds and saved her life. Also, lately because of the Sander's arm/skin her body melatonin's ratio changed and she got some kind of vitiligo? It grows with time passes tho

Ed overuses Sawyer for alchemy (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - because Ed lost his ability to do alchemy, and Sawyer still has one, and with the tattoo it's even more easy, Edward started to use Sawyer when needed. And because Sawyer still learns about his personal space, he doesn't know where and when to say stop.

Source sees "Edward's" death (Brohood/Manga) - Envy took Edward's form and tricked Source to do human transmutation and open the Gates. Truth was pissed about Source's existence and that his tattoo breaks all the rules. He took all the powers and knowledge about alchemy that Father gave to Source and kicked him out (even if Source technically has opened the Gates, he can't do transmutations with just hand claps if imagine they doesn't have a tattoo on them).

Source got overwhelmed with the power of the stone (Brohood/Manga) - after Source ate one of Kimblee's Philosopher's stones, it took liquid form and now circulates in Source's body (it is not the same as with Greed and Ling tho). When Source tried to commit the transmutation after the Gates, the Stone outburst an energy blast and it overtook control of Source's body and mind. It is similar to that scene from 2003 anime! But instead of Maria, Source was saved by Izumi. After that he coughs out the stone and it dusted away.

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Letizia's death (2003 AU) - Bradley saw that Sander keeps being more emotional and started to ask more questions and ordered him to kill Johan Kohl's secretary Letizia Hirschmann (because Johan's team was also in collusion with Mustang's team with the riot). It was not necessary at all, only to see if Sander still can follow orders or not. And he did it, but was very emotional about it later.

Letizia and Johan belong to @scrtpv.

reproductive (biology) alchemy (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - main alchemy field of Derrick, also it was one of a research projects at THERE. He was one of the few survivors of THERE raid, even after he got his jaw amputated (failed shot in the head), and the army thought that his knowledge is too important for the society and didn't prison him and sent him on public work at the hospital. With old Nikon's notes he made his research even better and in post canon at public work he helped early born babies to survive and helped couples to have a baby when they can't have one "an original way". Once Sawyer and Edward had to meet Derrick because they really wanted to find out can they have a biological baby or not, and Derrick is the only one who can help with that (and he also the only one left who knows at least something about Sawyer's past). But Edward punched Derrick in a face and got a restrain order to visit this hospital and even approach to Derrick. And all because Derrick kept referring to Sawyer as it/is and once even called them Source again.

Rick has a crush on Jesper Fox (2003 AU, Rick Twin version) - Jesper Fox is a son of Brigadier General Fox, and a classmate and the best friend of Rick Kohl. Rick had a crush on him and once confessed and was rejected very bad, because Jesper is a conservative hetero. Lately they managed to bring back their friendship at least, but they were never close as before.

Rick Kohl belongs to @scrtpv

Chimera Ladya (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - when Ladya went crazy with the Drachmian Stone, she also fused herself with a deer, believing it is old Drachmian Forest and Chaos god Shum.

Edward's broken automail leg port (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - Ed tried to escape from Ladya but since she can control metal... And pulling his automail leg she twitched the bolts that were inserted in Ed's thigh-bone. He will heal after that, it's Edward Elric after all, he's stubborn as hell.

Alva beats up Sander after Johan's death and Sander hallucinates at the hospital and sees dead Johan (2003 AU, post-canon) - the title speaks for itself... more you can read here. Careful, it leads to my second blog, CW for blood and violence.

Alva Desert and Johan Kohl belongs to @scrtpv

Lab with undeveloped babies in tubes (Brohood/Manga) - Source was not the only child raised in a tube experiment. But the only successful one. Note: text in ID.

Casther Wilk belongs to @decoloraa

Sawyer started the tattoo removal (Brohood/Manga, post-canon) - when Ed and Sawyer finally found the way to get rid of the pigment in the skin, they started to work on that. It was painful, and sometimes Sawyer got a bad fever after removal sessions, got angry or sad. It was a hard period but they removed the tattoo completely after a few years and was finally free. But Sawyer still has a scars that remind him about this, but he's fine with them.

Truth took Source's skin (Brohood/Manga, not canon) - based on my vent comic, where Truth took Source's skin where the tattoo was on. I don't think Source could survive after that.

And honorable mention, because I forgot to mention it in the iceberg:

White Goat attacks the translator (Brohood/Manga) - during interrogation Olivier accidentally activated one of WG's personalities who speak only drachmian with a very rare accent. She invited the translator Laurel Enfield. Derrick was also forced to help and reset White Goat, but instead of "reset code phrase" he wrote "kill everyone" code phrase, and WG attacked Laurel, but Olivier saved him and knocked out the chimera woman.

Laurel Enfield belongs to @bardengarde

And the left topics you can find at my second blog. Thanks if you read till this!!

#long post #fma oc #fmab oc #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma 2003 oc #fma 2003 #fma source #fma sawyer curtis #fma sander klein #johan kohl fma

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 6 months

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Medic woulddddd! Medic and Demo are getting it on (Though Medic would do this with any merc) and Demos whimpering once he enters the cavern of hell (Medics hole of choice) clearly trying to keep it together. Medic being the person he is, sees this and does not at all stop. Starts moving his hips faster and squeezing on Demo like he's trying to snap it in half sjdkdlflflksklsls

Personally I think Medic would attempt to torture all mercs this way and they'd have diffenct reactions:

Scout & Demo: no chance. The void (again Medics holes) just overtakes them

Heavy & Sniper Could and would try last longer if Medic asked them to, but otherwise just enjoys the ride and let's go. Heavy is better at lasting then Snipes but not enough to get them seperate (Bonus points for overstim!!! They ain't don't till Medics done)

Solly & Spy Are so goddamn determined not to give in (Pride, Machismo, whateves) that they hold it in to the point of ruining their orgasm. Dry orgasm or some such. They still hard at the end. I DO think Medic could make them succumb to hole tho.

Engie & Pyro I think would not succumb to hole actually. They'd enjoy the hell out of it but it's so Dom4Dom to me. They are so determined to lay good enough pipe to conquer the hole of doom that Medic either breaks first (Pyro) or it ends in a stalemate (Engie) good times all round either way .

OHHH UR MIND... everyone knows I'm a big bottom Demo truther so for me personally Demo is succumbing to Medic's dick or his hands or something but soooo true on who balks early and who holds out. Pyro being able to beat Medic at his own game is really fun actually they're such such such a good match

#ask #anon #medic #and everyone else!#mick dicks

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kentofication · 2 years

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✩ — characters : feitan portor.

✩ — synopsis : you and feitan going to a park.

✩ — genre : fluff.

✩ — word count : 0.1k+

✦ taking feitan to the park would be so hilarious.

✦ imagine feitan scouting out the playground and a group of kids come and ask him if he wants to play with them.

✦ of course, he denies their request but you force feitan too because he would be so nice with children.

✦ at least you thought so.

✦ he started chasing them around the park at high speed and efficiency. all of them tripping on their own feet, crying and pouting that they lost to a 5'1 grown ass man.

✦ feitan would try to run away from the children but they would find him and force him to play different games.

✦ you and other mothers would sit at the bench and just eye at the pack of gremlins.

✦ "so, which one is yours?"

✦ you would smirk and point at your little devilish boyfriend while the other mothers would just eye at you.

✦ once he was finished torturing playing with the kids, you two went home where he told you all of the torture you would endure that night.

✦ and boy was it fun!

✩ — a/n ; for god help me please (imagine him just tripping on the grass and landing face flat on the grass).

#feitan portor #portor feitan #feitan fluff #hxh imagines #hxh drabbles #hxh scenarios #feitan imagines #feitan drabbles #feitan headcanons #hxh headcanons #feitan scenarios

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plaguery · 1 year

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here is my promised dmc oc, romy sears. she is like if a torture device was friend shaped.

these two pics are about a year old now and certainly far from favorites but they show off those tattoo details that the first missed!

she is a post-dmc5 character, remotely working as an advisor of sorts for devil may cry through morrison's adept scouting and by way of her demonological expertise, intel on possible jobs and if she's feeling generous, her casting abilities.

at the time of joining the devil may cry ensemble, she is a thirty-one year old with about two decades of intensive autistic special interest studying and training behind her. a witness to a horrific devil attack at age eleven, she was somehow inspired and propelled into demonology and magical pursuits. her constant, reckless infodumping to helpless shop patrons and workers at her regular haunts made her a name in town to anyone who wanted to work with or against devils, leading up to morrison cracking down on her and setting up a devil may cry exclusive romy deal.

her cover and home base (tag 'home' as literal) is the antiques shop she owns and operates at the very edge of town on the mostly abandoned, eerie but alluring, bramford street. mixed in with your average porcelain antiques are demonic artifacts and 'possessed' items—particularly, dolls. these devils that she has personally conjured and bound are considered friends, while she considers herself a 'caretaker'.

despite her fondness for the demonic, she teams up with devil may cry out of financial need and for the mental challenge that she figures it will present. you can guess that her morals are... pliant.

she is a cheery, talkative, and strangely elegant thing, but do not mistake that for extroversion. more a lively hermit, most of her hours are spent at her shop and she can only be pulled away for the sake of necessity or for furthering her aims of gaining knowledge/'friends'. social skills seem to be something that comes and goes for her: politeness quickly becoming intrusion into personal boundaries, chatter somehow turning every stranger in the vicinity away, picking up on heavily layered context while missing basic cues.

as she'll tell you, pride is her favorite of the cardinal sins, and you'll find her pride in her knowledge, fashion, hair, and accessories. the tuft of white in her victory roll is her favorite badge of honor, as it has grown over the years from exposure to the demonic. most notable though are her golden, clawed fingers: custom prosthetics that she acquired after losing her fingers in a conjuring gone wrong.

if the antiques shop didn't tell you, she loves vintage and is most often seen in 40s or 50s inspired styles. the true mark of devotion is the trans-atlantic accent that she taught herself as a teenager and uses to this day (no, she will not admit to it being taught despite it inherently being a completely fabricated accent).

fun facts:

if she gets close enough to someone she will reveal that 'romy sears' is in fact not really her name and that she started using it after getting disowned at eighteen for accidentally setting her family trailer on fire with her first successful conjure & bind. she will not divulge her true last name but her given name is rosemary. 'romy sear(s)' is just the anagram treatment.

'rosemary', making it an anagram, and the name 'bramford' for the street are references to rosemary's baby. she has never and never will give birth and shes more akin to the creepy neighbors but i love references and she loves taking care of devils!

when she does leave the house, she is rarely seen without a multiseat stroller, seating a select few dolls for that day. as a caretaker, she figures it's important for enrichment purposes to get them out of the shop regularly.

the whole doll schtick is actually the whole inspiration for her character. i started simply with the idea of combining one of my favorite internet browsing activities (looking at haunted/possessed doll listings) with post-dmc5 fuckery.

objects moving and strange noises are part and parcel for the shop. however, there is also a bit of a time vortex due to the massive concentration of the demonic in one spot. it makes the veil between realms thinner but not by too much. it's helped by romy's many wards and charms around and throughout the shop but time still moves differently and is always off by around 5-25 minutes depending on circumstance.

if you read this far, thank you :) i really love her in all her freakishness. im (slowly) trying to work on a written intro* (i guess.. fic) with her. despite all i already wrote there is much more i already have in my mind. questions are welcomed if you happen to have them!

*here's a sneak peek of that ;)

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry oc #dmc oc #dmc ocs #original character #romy my beloved #me and a couple friends had just wanted post-dmc5 content so bad that we made ocs about a year ago. so here this is #our ethos was that basically all dmc characters are absolute freaks except for basically lady and kyrie #so we had to rise to the occasion. and rise methinks i did #the post5 au type thing she exists in is basically if you just made dmc a sitcom #romy sears #plaguery art

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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Hi! I saw your tf2 fic’s and had a thought “ what would the merc’s react if their was a tenth merc who was insane ?”( the type of insane to torture instead of kill) and what would they think of them? It’s fine if you don’t want to ! Byeeee!<3

I don't mind writing this. This was actually fun to write. Trigger warning: Mentions of torturing and gore.

Mercs Reactions to an Insane Reader

Scout:

It wasn’t a surprise you were a bit crazy. Scout had seen you in action. He was always a little shocked the way you tortured enemies. The way you would grab the enemy teammate, force him down on the ground, and repeatedly stab him with a grin on your face. There’d be blood all over you

“Hey, Y/n. Uh, have fun going on your frenzy,” he’d always say nervously. Once, you painted a small heart on his cheek with blood. It was a gesture of kindness and Scout was greatly confused by it.

He tried to keep his distance most of the time but he just found himself gravitating towards you. He thought your craziness was a bit cool.

Soldier:

Soldier’s reaction? He didn’t care. He loved you for who you are. The part he loved about your insanity was that you broke the necks of your enemies just like him. He would join in the fun. The battlefield would sound like popcorn popping, of course, it wasn’t popcorn.

He’d help you interrogate the enemy. You asked him for needles, he got them for you. You asked for a hammer and nails, he got them for you. You asked for a knife, he’d ask, “How big?”

Once, you tortured your victim so badly, he ended up dying. Soldier and you got out the permanent markers and drew all over his face before returning the corpse to his team.

Pyro:

You both were crazy. End of sentence. You both took your “lollipops” down upon your enemies with ease and laughter. Pyro made “flower crowns” from the “flowers” he found on the battlefield.You made necklaces out of the enemies’ teeth for Pyro. You even stole Soldier’s idea and made the firebug a necklace of ears.

He “invites” the enemy to a tea party you two host. You and Pyro take turns holding hostage your victim and burning him. You both have fun doing that. The other mercenaries were too scared to approach you. The Administrator almost sent in another group of mercenaries to take you two out.

Of course, it didn’t work and she left you alone.

Engineer:

He was very concerned for you. And very terrified of you. You took it all out on whoever sapped his sentries, teleporters, and dispensers. He appreciated the gestures you’d do to save him, but he didn’t like the way you did it. You always gave him the severed ring finger of the enemy as a gift. Engineer would accept it, then throw it away when you weren’t looking.

He made you a torture device for your birthday. It was supposed to be a joke but you took it seriously and went to town on it. He noticed how you used devices like toys. It calms you down. So Engineer placed it upon himself to build you toys. And more torture devices, like a chainsaw.

This gesture brought you two closer. You invited him to try out the gifts he made you. He couldn’t refuse.

Demoman:

He didn’t mind really. He was always too drunk to really notice. But when he was sober he was a bit shocked to see you were insane. He found out that you took his empty bottles and used them to cut your victims. It was an easier way to find out information. Demo started to collect all his bottles and gave them to you.

You appreciated the gesture and allowed Demo to watch you do your work. He was actually interested. He learned new ways to cut someone’s organs up in ten different ways.

Demoman once went out and got some guy who scammed him. You gladly tortured him into giving back Demoman’s money. After that, the scammer went missing and Demo took you out for dinner. The other patrons who were there stared at you funny since you were covered in blood, but Demo made sure they stopped staring at you just by glaring at them.

That, or your smile shut them up.

Heavy:

Heavy was used to having his best friend, Medic, a bit crazy. But you blew the ball out of the park.

Literally. You did that once to torture your enemies from afar. Somehow, you managed to get a cannon from Saxton Hale. He was a little scared that you went overboard with things. At first, he tried to keep his distance, but that didn’t work. He’d tell the others, “Pyro once scared me, but I fear him no longer.” He feared you now.

Heavy tried to reach out to you. You were so hostile, so maniacal. Even your laughter scared him. So did your victim’s screaming. Heavy was gentle though and started to warm up to you. If you were busy spending hours cutting up your victim, he’d bring you tea and biscuits. Sometimes, you’d start a conversation as you pulled out your victim's teeth.

You were glad he fed you otherwise you’d end up going on a killing spree.

Medic:

Medic loved how you were just like him! He was so happy to have someone who understood him. Everyday, he’d take you to his lab to teach you what he knew about torture. You taught him what you knew.

Mann Co. was selling medieval torture devices. You and Medic saved up your money and bought a stretching rack for ten dollars. That was a good price. You tried it for back pain and ended up breaking your back. But you just laughed it off, even though you were in immense pain. Medic just fixed you right up.

The rack was also used on an enemy Spy. His head ended up in the fridge after you and Medic tried defibrillators to fix his back. It ended up frying his body.

In the end, you and Medic had fun. You even stole Mayor Mike’s spine and was chased into the Badlands.

Sniper:

Sniper didn’t really care. He was just glad to have your company. Even if it meant you tried out crazy chemicals that burned through your victim’s stomach using his kitchen sink. He just read a magazine as you laughed maniacally. He let you do whatever, as long as you didn’t burn his camper down.

You carved him a new bow out of bones. He didn’t bother asking who’s bones it was. He was very happy with his gift. You even made him arrows out of someone’s nails. That was one gift he could not accept.

He ended up burying them somewhere.

The one thing he loves about you is that you always come home with a smile on your face. He was happy. Once, he saw you smiling like a joker when you managed to find the enemy’s base. It took a man’s broken back and a severed toe to get the information.

He didn’t mind that you were insane. He loved it.

Spy:

Spy was a man known for torturing other people for his job. He needed the information. Unfortunately, you did his job better. He was a bit jealous of you. Of course, he didn’t know you were insane. So, one night he followed you into a warehouse where you carried your victim.

It was crazy unbelievable how you got the information. It was extremely gruesome to describe. Spy was actually impressed. The only problem was that he confronted you and you got blood on his suit.

He didn’t talk to you for days.

But, when he did, he asked for your advice. You taught him several torturing techniques. Teaching him brought you joy. Slowly but surely, he started to fall for you. The Administrator teamed you up. Spy was good cop, you were bad cop. Sometimes you both were bad cop.

He loved being your partner. As long as you didn’t get blood on his suit, he’d stay by your side forever.

Miss Pauling:

She did not like your insanity at all. But because of they way you could torture someone to death and dispose of the body, she kept you around. You actually removed some stress from her. She had time to focus on herself, get some paperwork done.

You didn’t mind doing her work for her. You liked the screams of your victims. Pauling would bring you some coffee so you wouldn’t get too tired. You ended up using it to burn some information out of someone. She just watched.

She actually learned from you. Once, when you got sick and stayed home, she burned a mugger and broke his arm the way you would do it. She came to you and told you what happened. You sniffed and cried a little. You weren’t sad though. You were so happy!

Miss Pauling was learning well! She was growing up so fast!

“Uh, Y/n? Are those tears of joy or sadness?”

#tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #x reader #tf2 one shots #team fortress 2 one shots #team fortress 2 x reader one shots #tf2 x reader one shots #tf2 #team fortress 2

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bullshit-in-disguised · 2 years

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Requiemverse headcanon: Bumblebee’s regeneration power

It’s no secret that bumblebee in TLK has shown to possessed the power to attach and remove his parts at Will and the worst part is that they never stated or talked about how’s even that possible or when did he get it. LIKE HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?

Well in the requiemverse Bee’s power was a blessing from the Allspark. Specifically Allspark fragment that Sam has that indirectly caused bee to obtain the power without even noticing it. That power wasn’t even active UNTIL the time between after AOE and pre last knight.

Now another is question that y’all have is that fragment didn’t restore Bee’s voice oh the answer is it did. Until the Execution happened and got his Voice box ripped out of him. BRO CANT CATCH A BREAK.

I decided to give it draw backs to that ability is that as long Bee’s limbs are intact, he can just do what he wants with them. However if one of his limbs are broken let’s say for example his leg was destroyed he can’t recall it back and hurts like hell. Also Bee can still feel pain from the limbs that are separated from his body, so he’s extra careful not to have his limbs blasted or crushed when he’s using it. Especially the head and spark ad they are his vital weaknesses,

Bumblebee used this ability a lot to get the element of surprise from his enemies. When Bee dispersed the first time in front of everyone, they collectively had a heart attack only for bee to put himself together later disoriented and confused of what happened. Later on Bee slowly figured out how it works and how to use it. But dispersing can hurt at times but got used of it.

However recently Bee started to use that ability for fun at times to goof around with his pals and pull prank on his unsuspecting friends and fellow Autobots (Simmons, Mikela, and etc..) they’re reactions are just priceless to him. Or to play sports with his Limbs.

It went like this

Bee: Hey Simmons pull my finger!!

Simmons: WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO DO THAT???!!

Bee: Don’t worry it’s not a Fart Joke and I promise!!

Simmons: I swear to god if you decide to pull that shit like when you pi-

Bee: PULL THE FUCKING FINGER SIMMONS!!!!

Simmons: Fine! *Pulls the finger*

*Bee’s hand falls off on the floor and gets pulled back together*

Simmons: *Screams in confusion*

Bee: >:3

However this can’t be said for OP. Cause man the Prime didn’t even knew about that regeneration power until he literally had a heart (Spark?) attack of seeing Crosshairs, Hot Rod, Drift and sunstreaker playing Volleyball with Bumblebee’s head that is protected with an ungodly amount of bubble wrap (Thanks to Cade). Optimus nearly lost it until bee (Who was still a head) and Cade combined with the other Autobots explained to him about Bee’s regeneration power. Optimus almost passed out from both Shock and relief that his Son scout is not being tortured or worse. Even after learning about it Optimus still Panics everytime Bumblebee disperses his limbs or just removes them with ease. Bee has to be extremely careful not to pull off his limbs in front of OP for his own sake.

#cade yeager #transformers au #requiemverse #Maccadam #transformers #bayverse #bayverse Au #Bumblebee

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commanderbragh · 5 months

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Entering the Atrium

Banagan opened his eyes and looked straight up. Suddenly he was hit with the sensation of suffocating. It took a couple of tries before he could make his lungs take in any air. Finally when they decided to work again, he let out a loud, barking cough before finally drawing in several large breaths. Dazed, he looked from side to side and realized he was flat on his back. But before he could figure any more out, a roar rang out and grabbed his attention.

Looking to his left, he saw a fiery form rushing towards him. Banny’s eyes got wide. He raised up his right hand only to realize that he was no longer holding his mace. It was just in time that he brought his left arm around and lifted his shield to block the Djaradin’s strike. It was a bone-jarring hit that rattle Banny’s head just a little more. He brought his empty hand up to stabilize his shield as the Djaradin brought more and more strikes down against him. He looked around frantically for his mace, finally seeing it a few feet away. He turned his attention back to the wild-eyed enemy who was attempting to splinter the paladin’s shield.

Before he could do anything else, there was a loud explosion. Something struck the giant that stood over Banagan and knocked it to the side. It went down to the ground in a bloodied heap and didn’t rise again. Banagan moved his shield to the side and tried to sit up. Out of nowhere, a female dwarf was next to him and offering a hand.

“Okay there, lad?” the dwarf asked as she helped to pull him up to his feet and patted him on his shoulder.

“Yeah, just a little dazed. Thanks, Lorellai.”

“O’ course. Back at it then?” Lorellai gave a warm smile and gestured with her rifle. “Looks like there’s more for us.”

Banagan looked in the direction she pointed and saw the rest of their group still battling against the enemy forces. Most of them were wearing the familiar tabard of the Meddlers, even if he didn’t recognize all of their faces. He looked back at Lorellai and couldn’t help but nod and smile as well.

“Can’t let them have all the fun, can we?”

“Not at all,” she replied with a grin. Pointing her rifle again, she shot another burst and saw another enemy fall to the ground. Looking at Banny one more time, her confidence never faltering, she then hurried off towards the group with her Hornswog leaping beside her.

Banagan stepped over and grabbed his mace off the ground. Shaking his head again, in an attempt to get the ringing to stop, he then straightened up his shoulders and ran after her with as much speed as he could muster.

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The battle in the atrium was intense and they were met with several waves of enemies. But the group stayed together and offered a unified force against their brutality. Banagan stayed close to the Meddlers and helped as best he could. He cast every blessing he could think of to heal or protect his fellows, mixing some of them in ways that had never occurred to him before but the heat of battle had him expanding his abilities to think creatively. At one point he brought up his shield and deflected a bolt that was aimed at one of the gnomes, who then returned magical bolts of her own.

Eventually the waves were exhausted and the group secured the entrance to the atrium. Making sure that the immediate area was safe, they grouped together to determine their next move. Banagan and the other healers took the moment to relieve the group of their lingering wounds in preparation for what was next.

It was then that the rogue, who was sent to scout ahead, returned with his report. “They’re torturing an Ancient.”

Banagan glanced around, not entirely sure what that meant, but he noticed that some of the members of their group looked angry. Without any directions, everyone started to readjust their armor and check the condition of their weapons. Banny reached a hand into the pouch on his belt and pulled out a small flask. Taking a swig of the bright blue liquid inside, he shuddered and let out a quick breath before putting the stopper back in the flask and returning it to his pouch.

“Alright. Let’s get ready to move.”

Banagan looked around and shifted his shield a little bit. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the rest started to organize their formation. Then he felt someone tap him on his arm. Turning, he saw Lorellai standing beside him.

“Ready for some more fun, lad?” she asked. She stood there with her rifle resting on her shoulder and her Hornswog sitting beside her. She still had a smile and the paladin briefly wondered if she had ever stopped. “There’s more of ‘em waiting for us.”

Banagan grinned back and gave a brief chuckle. “Guess we don’t want to be rude.”

“Well, maybe a little rude,” Lorellai responded with a wink.

“Form up,” the command called. “Let’s move out.”

#young banagan #paladin #Lorellai #Amirdrassil

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onigiri-dorkk · 2 years

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Season 4 Headcanon Rewrites!

I posted on twt and it ended up being a really fun thread about how my headcanon(s) based off of how Microcosmos ends plays into Season 4/Marley arc and beyond!! Yesterday I spent time rewatching parts and I got sooo giddy and excited because of these thoughts.

This post will contain my fanfic spoilers:

Basically, at the start of Season 4, Levi and Mikasa are now essentially engaged and hoping to wed someday after the war :') Unfortunately, they still have to go out to Marley to battle, retrieve Eren, and even after all of that they'll still need to deal with the actual events of war that we all know follow. Despite that, viewing them as fiances is actually really damn FUN

My first headcanon is that Levi kicking Eren in front of Mikasa again is EXTRA personal. Not only did Eren force them to come back to Marley again just weeks after Levi and Mikasa went back to retrieve him, Eren also demanded the other Scouts to come, which resulted in many Scout losses. Eren is also the one who forces them to work with Zeke, who had tormented Mikasa in Marley. It's pretty much a big "fuck you, Eren, for all of the inconvenience you cause to my betrothed and I"

Then we have these scenes of Levi fighting alongside the Scouts and demanding them to simply live. There are thousands of reasons why this is one of my favorite shots/moments of Levi, but with the new headcanon, you can feel the desperate hope Levi holds onto -- the hope for a long future with Mikasa. ;-; In my final chapter, he talks about how the reason why he can do this -- attack inside the Internment Zone, knowing there are innocents there, work alongside Zeke who he HATES, etc -- is because he wants to fight to have a safe life w Mikasa. So it just feels like there could be another layer of motivation for him to win and succeed. (Tbh, I can't see canon Levi actually being okay with attacking Liberio anyway)

Again, we see Levi is fighting alongside the Scouts there ^ but all of a sudden, Levi appears to slash the Jaw titan when it bites Eren! Mikasa was the one closely fighting and protecting Eren in canon here, so Levi showing up feels like he was watching over Mikasa's safety and task even while he was off fighting alongside the Scouts. We don't see their scenes together here BUT it's cool knowing Levi and Mikasa were directly fighting alongside each other again in this moment.

This is another fun headcanon I had that I almost wanted to write into my story at the end.

We know that Mikasa has been Levi's right-hand soldier since Season 3. She is his strongest, most reliable, most trusted soldier he has and they have carried out even the most deadly of missions together.

And YET... Levi is carrying out this mission with Zeke on his own (obviously with other Scouts, but you know what I mean).

I headcanon that the higher-ups no longer allow Levi and Mikasa to work closely together on missions anymore because of their relationship/engagement. It's why Mikasa isn't with him, despite again being his closest and best soldier. More so, I also headcanon that Levi would have refused Mikasa to be around Zeke, anyway, considering what Zeke did to her in Marley (my Ch13).

Going on, it gives Levi even MORE rage against Zeke, especially when he tortures the crap out of Zeke. Levi is already familiar with beating up a Jaeger brother for grievances against Mikasa lmaoooo.

He said "you torture my wife? I torture you back, bitch"

Then we get this scene... which implies Levi and Mikasa's first reunion since departing the Marley airship. I can see them being so so so emotional/holding back their tears as they enter the battle at Liberio. But I can also see Mikasa being EXTREME emotional at her first sight of Hange bringing her an injured Levi. Her fiance is brutalized; she (anyone, really) has never seen Levi this injured and hurt before and she realizes the war really did almost take away Levi from her. ;-; Levi is happy to be alive to see her again.

(Side note, I can see Hange saving Levi and he panics asking if Mikasa is ok, and Hange is the good friend who tells him she's safe, and wants to make sure she brings Levi safely to Mikasa as soon as possible... she gives them a moment alone when they reunite ;-;)

OK now skipping to the end...

All of the final battle stuff. BADASS SHIP STUFF. Like "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" vibes where the world's safety revolves around these two lovers. Final motivation to win the battle so that they can get married and live a long happy life together after all of it is done and over!!! It makes the Ackercare moments sweeter, and makes Mikasa saving Levi from the titan's mouth even more emotional.

Obviously... Mikasa wouldn't be putting on that damn scarf. She also obviously wouldn't be kissing Eren's corpse head LMFAO.

I imagine she'd have a short moment to pause and grieve Eren's death after cutting his head, but what snaps her quickly back to the present is her anxious self trying to get back to Levi (and the rest of the squad). Because who stays alive is more important to her than who died...

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Isn't that fun though?! Thinking of Levi and Mikasa as fiances throughout all of this ;-; I'm CRYING! Maybe this delulu headcanon post is still my way of continually grieving the end of my story. I hate that I wrote this all out now though because now I want to dabble in scene rewrites as a mini-fic that would pair as a small series to Microcosmos... LOL idk!??!

#rivamika #rivamika in the eyes of my new personal head canons!#rivamika based on Microcosmos!#onigiriwrites #onigirianalyzes #but not REAL analysis LOL #you know what I mean!!!#it's still really fun though :)#microcosmos spoilers oop

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Meddling Kids VII

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

This is a Manhunt/Bully crossover. So expect the usual non family friendly shenanigans.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Edward seethed through gritted teeth.

“Well, it’s not like we can be a couple of girl scouts, Edward.” Sighed Jimmy as he fixed his tie.

Dressing up as a Mormon wasn’t on Jimmy’s to-do list. But here he was, in a stupid ass button-down with some ugly dress slacks cut much too high, exposing his socks underneath. For god’s sake, Pete even made him polish the top of his head. Jimmy swore it was brighter than his future. He turned over to Gary, who held a bible in hand.

“Mormons don’t even read the bible, dumbass,” Jimmy told him.

“Well, I’m not going out buying a Book of Mormon on my dad’s credit card,” Gary shot back, abruptly shutting the heavy book.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, looking over to Pete, who was busy trimming up the sides of his hair to make it nice and neat.

“Remember when we got in trouble for opening that barber shop in the bathroom?” Jimmy reminisced.

“Yeah, I caught you red-handed. Giving Casey Harris a mullet.” Edward scoffed.

“Oh, yeah, that was fun,” Chuckling, Pete stepped back, “are you guys ready to go?”

The group collectively agreed to head out, but only through the back entrance while everyone was attending class to save the embarrassment. Jimmy learned that lesson the hard way when he’d worn a pair of booty shorts and got clowned by at least ten people walking out of gym class. Never again, he thought.

Their journey first started in small suburbia. Gary took the lead of knocking on the first door, a cheery smile plastered on his cheeks like a demented Ken doll.

“Oh, hello, how may I help you?” The homeowner asked as she peered out from her house.

“Hello, ma’am! I’m here to offer you a few suggestions. We’ve heard that the community in Bullworth is tainted with sin and violence, and we’d like to change that!” Gary greeted.

She nodded along, Gary continuing his act.

“Here, I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends,” he nodded, “this young man here used to be violent. He enjoyed disrespecting his parents and playing vile video games. But by the power of God and restoration of his faith, he is now a perfect, well-rounded citizen!” Gary gloated as he pushed Pete forwards

Pete waved, a sheepish grin on his face.

“And these two young men used to suffer from homosexual thoughts and tendencies. But now they are picture-perfect real men!” Gary expressed with open arms.

Jimmy clenched his jaw, his fists in a tight white-knuckle grasp.

“Oh, dear, that is very good. But I don’t have any children. I’m quite fine.” The woman laughed before she closed the door.

A sigh left Gary as he turned, walking off the porch.

As soon as Gary came within range, Jimmy reeled his hand back and landed it hard on the back of the taller’s neck.

“OW! Watch it, Hopkins!”

“Take your advice,” Jimmy grumbled.

They continued their journey through the vast neighborhood of Bullworth. The dress shoes began to cause Jimmy pain. His toes had become bruised from continuously trekking around in dress shoes. Everyone else seemed equally as miserable, Gary growing more agitated as they passed home after home. Pete did his best to observe the interiors of the houses as lowkey as possible. Edward did his best to hide back in shame of their current situation, while Jimmy himself just stood and nodded like a daisy in the wind.

Everything was boring until Gary had the balls to approach a home with a very large ‘NO SOLICITING’ sign.

“Fuck does soliciting mean?” Jimmy turned his head to the side.

“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” Gary smirked as he pounded on the door.

The man who opened the door didn’t even give Gary a chance to speak before he started to scream.

Pete was the first to book it, then came Ed, and after followed Jimmy and Gary. Their shoes pounded against the sidewalk, almost racing like ill-bodied thoroughbreds at the Kentucky Derby. Fire crawled into Jimmy’s lungs and throat, forcing him to slow down. Not long after, Edward completely halted into a fit of asthmatic breathing and coughs. The other two joined them to catch their breath as well.

“Son of a bitch...” Edward wheezed after administering his inhaler.

“Watch your fucking language. We’re Mormons now..” Gary huffed humorously.

“Shut up..” The prefect grumbled, lifting his head.

After a short recovery, they aimlessly wandered New Coventry, shivering from the cold weather. How did missionaries do this all day? Jimmy sort of had a newfound respect for those morons. This shit was unbearable, especially in the winter weather of Bullworth, New York.

Instead of a new neighborhood, something else caught the group’s attention.

“Fuck you, Davis!” A sharp female voice yelled.

“Oh really? So that’s what you’re gonna say to me now? You can’t even give me a good reason!” A male tone bellowed.

The quartet crept closer to where the screaming match was. Peering into an alleyway, Silena Mariani and Davis White were busy biting each other’s heads off for what was probably the fifth time that day.

“I can’t sit here and listen to you talk shit bout my friends Davis! Those guys are like my family!” Silena defended.

“Family? Are you kidding me, Silena? Those guys are nothing but trouble!” Davis argued with his arms thrown in the air.

“Oh, like you’re a saint! You’re just as bad as them! I see the way you treat those freshmen, you dipshit!”

“And do you do anything about it? No! No, you fucking don’t!” Davis screamed, getting in the girl’s face.

“Get outta my face!’ she’d scream, stepping forward to make Davis step back.

“Then get outta the clique Silena!”

“No! They’re good people! They’re good friends!”

“Good people don’t go to jail Silena!’ Davis screamed over her.

The girl fell silent before she lunged and snatched her boyfriend by the throat in a rage.

Jimmy and Edward quickly ran out from where they hid, prying the couple away from each other.

“Woah! Chill out! Chill out!’ Jimmy demanded, dragging Silena a few feet away from Davis and Edward.

“You take it back!” Silena screamed, hitting Jimmy as he restrained her.

“What is this even about?” Edward asked.

‘What’s this about? Oh, I’ll tell ya! Her deadbeat side piece Johnny got arrested!” Davis yelled.

“He is NOT-” Silena started.

“Wait, Johnny got arrested?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah, last night.” Davis nodded.

“Do you know why?”

“Pft, I couldn’t care less. Why don’t you ask Peanut? I’m sure he knows all about it.” Davis droned, wrestling out of Edward’s grasp and walking off.

Well, at least they knew who to look for.

Jimmy let Silena go, walking over to the other two who had spectated the altercation.

“That was intense,” Pete stated, following Jimmy as he went on a mentally mapped route.

“You tell me, she throttled him like a ragdoll,” Gary laughed wickedly.

“How are abusive relationships funny to you?” Edward asked.

“How is doing coke and throwing up all you eat good for your health” Gary retorted.

Edward didn't say anything else after that.

After tons more walking, they were where they needed to be, the tenements. And, of course, lo and behind, Peanut Romano was outside bawling his little eyes out. As Jimmy approached, he noticed just how messy the greaser looked. His hair was stringy and dry, his shoes were scuffed, and his jacket carelessly sat on his shoulders. Jimmy had never seen any of the greasers in such a state. Well, besides Ricky when he was howling over his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh, what do you want, Jimmy?..” Wailed Peanut as he lifted his head to reveal a red, puffy face.

“Look, I’m not here to laugh at you. I just wanna know, did Johnny get arrested last night?” The ginger asked.

“Yes!” The greaser sobbed out.

“Woah, hey, it’s alright. Do you know what happened?”

“N-no, I don’t. All I knew was that Johnny and Norton were goin’ out to get us all some dinner for the night, and Lola got a call late last night from the county jail.” He explained through sniffles and pitiful cries.

“Alright, hey Edward?’ Jimmy turned his head.

“Yes?’ The prefect answered.

“Can you go talk to Lola for me?”

Edward nodded, stepping away to go down to the Vale. It wasn’t a secret that Lola and Pinky were seeing one another, for him at least. It was like a clear shower curtain almost. Edward could tell when two people had some serious chemistry. The perk of being in way too many relationships and flirtationships.

He shivered and sighed. A car or a jacket would be a lifesaver against this harsh and brutal weather. This whole missionary idea was humiliating and stupid. No wonder those boys were called the Trouble Trio. That’s all they seemed to get into lately. These little adventures wouldn’t have a good outcome in the future if anything could stain his permanent record.

With a polite knock at the Gauthier estate, Edward was allowed inside.

The tall male trailed up the stairs, politely stopping at a pink door.

“Pinky, Lola. I know you’re there. We need to talk.” Edward said.

Footsteps shuffled behind the door, and Pinky herself opened it. Lola was seated on the large, ornately decorated bed in the center of the room.

“It’s about Johnny,”

“Oh, you heard?” The redhead perked up.

“Yes. What happened?”

“Well, Johnny said he was going out to get some pizza with Norton. And when they were making their way back, a bunch of psychos jumped them. When the cops rolled by, the crackheads dipped. And they got arrested instead.” Lola explained while she painted her nails.

“Ok, thank you, That’s all I needed to know. Have a nice day.” Edward nodded, exiting the doorway and going down the hall to a landline.

He quickly dialed Jimmy’s number, and within two rings, he picked up.

“Pinky?”

“No, it’s me, Edward.”

“What are you doing over there?”

“I know things.”

“Ok? Well, did you get anything?”

“Yeah, they were getting food down by that pizza parlor. You may want to check that out,” Edward suggested.

“Noted, cya.”

“Bye.”

Edward hung up, sighing as he started to travel back on foot.

Nothing came of the pizza parlor search, which disappointed the group. Had they all run around looking like a bunch of Mormons in tit-freezing weather for nothing?

Well, sort of.

Pete had come up with the idea to ask Max, as he would know about arrests. The guy was obsessed with law and order. Although, this idea was once again much to Edward’s dismay. The former prep whined as they again walked to where they could find Max, where he stood guard near the gymnasium.

“Max!” Pete called.

The brunette snapped his head over and immediately marched in their direction. Ed bit his tongue as the other prefect came to a robotic halt.

“Yes sir?”

“We need your help. Do you know anything about how Johnny and Norton got arrested?”

“Negative, sir.” Max lied. Edward could tell.

It pissed him off.

“Quit lying, MacTavish.” Edward seethed.

“Excuse me?” Max turned.

“You’re lying right to his face. I can see it!”

“I’m not lying! I have no reason to lie!”

“Oh really? Cause every time something doesn't add up you always bite your lip.”

“What are you on? Drugs?! You know you can go around accusing anyone all day, but it’s never going to change the fact that you’re a manwhore.” Max sneered.

“Again, with the slut-shaming! You can barely talk, Max! When was the last time you had a girlfriend? Oh, right, never. Because you’re always someone’s little bitch waiting to take orders!” Edward snapped.

“Fuck off!”

“Gladly!”

The trio sat, blinking as both prefects stormed off.

Back to the drawing board.” Gary sighed.

#bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #bully anniversary edition #bully rockstar #canis canem edit #bully cce #bullworth academy #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #jimmy bully cce #gary smith cce #pete kowalski #edward seymour ii #pinky gauthier #peanut romano #lola lombardi #johnny vincent #norton williams #meddling kids

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