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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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The Strange Twin Brother

Remus was known as the strange, impulsive brother who liked causing havoc wherever he could. Here are some stories of times he traumatized people, worried people and teased people through his charmingly grotesque ways.

I'm dedicating this fanfic to a couple of my friends who LOVE dark humor.

This fanfic has some SUPER dark humor. Animal death and a couple subtle dirty jokes added in. A little bit of bondage is used as well. So read at your own risk, and enjoy the dark humor!

It was always known that Roman was the preppy, clean one of the twins while Remus was the weird, stinky twin. Roman was known for play productions, being the ultimate feminine gay and for bursting out in song randomly, while Remus was known for pulling pranks, being a less hairy Grinch and for reading smut out loud to the entire room.

But Remus was also known for just being strange in general. There have been some disturbing moments where Remus was seen covered in blood while eating a raw rabbit, some annoying moments where Remus would shout out truths about certain origins behind Disney movies, and strangely amusing moments where Remus would bring a skunk home, give it a collar and keep it as a pet despite Logan’s demands to let it loose.

And yet, Roman often chalked all these strange behaviours down to just ‘Remus being Remus’ and wouldn’t question his already screwed up inner thoughts.

Doesn’t mean things were all sunshine and rainbows...Roman would be super worried for Remus if that were the case!

One day, Roman and Patton were looking at scrapbooks of old times with the family. They were looking at Thomas’s public school wins when the front door had closed. Roman turned around, knowing that would be Remus.

“Hi Remus! Any luck?” Roman asked.

Suddenly, Remus jumped out into the living room with his bow and arrow, a blood bag and-

WAS THAT WOLF FUR?!

SHIT! PATTON’S THERE!

Roman yelped and quickly shoved Patton’s face into the scrapbook to keep the innocent boy from looking. “OW! ROMAN! WHAT’S WRONG?!” Patton shouted.

“Uuuuuh...Animal...Hide.” Roman replied.

“ANIMAL?” Patton reacted with a big smile as he tried to lift his head back up. “What kind of animal is it? Let go, Ro! I wanna see the animal!” Patton asked excitedly.

Roman bit his lip and sat himself in front of Patton’s view. “It’s dead, Pat! You don’t wanna see it!” Roman let him know.

Remus just laughed at that. “So seeing a dead wolf carcass is off limits, but seeing TONS of Roman ass is fine?” Remus teased.

Roman rolled his eyes at that. “My ass is covered, unlike that devastated wolf face you’re wearing as a hood.” Roman shot back as he continued to keep Patton’s face hidden from the still-bloody hide. “Whaaat are you gonna do with the hide?” Roman asked.

Remus hummed and tilted his head to the side, causing the animal head hood to follow to the side. “I’m thinking a coat! Or a bathrobe!” Remus declared excitedly.

“Why not both?” Roman asked.

Remus gasped and ran up to Roman, tackle-hugging him to the ground. “YOU’RE A GENIUS!” Remus shouted.

Roman flopped onto his back, a good 3 feet away from Patton. Pat lifted his head up, and quickly screamed and covered his eyes. It really was a wolf carcass! A still-bloody carcass at that! Patton picked up the scrapbook and covered up his own field of view with it.

Roman giggled and looked at the jaw-dropped wolf face that was still slightly bleeding. “Are you gonna remove the teeth and feed them through a thread?” Roman asked, pointing at the set of sharp wolf teeth.

“Probably, yeah.” Remus replied.

Remus smirked. “You should dip the ends of the teeth into some red paint to make it look like bloody teeth that just caught their meal.” Roman suggested.

“Hmmm...Paint? Or bloooood?” Remus asked.

Roman chuckled and shook his head. “Whatever you feel looks better.” Roman replied.

Remus hummed as he thought about how to do it. Suddenly, Remus snapped his bloody fingers! “How about I mix some blood INTO the paint! So it looks realistic AND sticks properly!” Remus declared.

Remus shrugged his shoulders. “You can try it. You have a closet full of craft stuff you can use.” Roman mentioned.

Remus gave Roman one last bloody, slightly furry hug. “Thank you Roman! You’re the best!” Remus declared happily before getting up and running to his room.

Roman chuckled and shook his head. What a nutjob. He looked over at Patton, who was sloooowly uncovering his face with the scrapbook. The poor guy looked traumatized beyond belief.

Logan was hanging out with Remus at a nearby park. Remus was casually sitting on a park bench with a stroller filled with a litter of tuxedo kittens. On the cup holder of the stroller was an extra large iced coffee and an abandoned knife and fork. While the kittens were left sleeping in the stroller with a cover over them, Remus was completely devouring a full rotisserie chicken with his bare, greasy hands.

Logan was sitting beside him, holding a fork and taking little bits of the chicken. Though Logan was growing slightly disgusted by Remus’s feral behaviour, Logan was able to maintain a calm, casual facial expression. Though people were staring at Remus with worry and disgust, Logan just smiled and waved at the people as they walked by them.

It was like seeing a polite englishman sitting beside a New Jerseyan! Complete opposites.

When the two of them were mostly alone, Logan slowly leaned over to Remus. “You’re creating quite the reputation here.” Logan whispered.

“I knothw!!” Remus replied proudly, his face fully stuffed with just chicken. The man didn’t even have anything to wash it down besides his iced coffee! Soon, Remus got up, moved the plate of cooked chicken carcass onto the bench, and picked up his Starbucks coffee with his dominant hand. He happily slurped down some of the ice-filled coffee and smiled with his cheeks all bunched up like a chipmunk.

“Imagine Patton seeing you right now. He would lose it.” Logan mentioned.

Remus let out a muffled giggle at that. “Gooth thin’ he’th noth!” Remus reacted, a slight bit of coffee sliding down his chin.

Logan just laughed at that and ate another piece of the chicken. It didn’t take long for Remus to resume scarfing down his chicken while taking sips of iced coffee in between. It was the perfect combination for a protein & caffeine diet.

Eventually, a guy with a black jacket, sunglasses and a large iced coffee of his own, started walking by. “What the fuck is that creature?! And WHY do I WANT ONE?!” they declared to their vest-wearing friend with a red tie.

Remus choked on his iced coffee and bursted out laughing. Logan smirked in amusement and looked up at the jacket boy. “This is Remus. He’s...definitely a strange one.” Logan introduced. “Also single.” Logan muttered.

The jacketed guy smirked and drank more of the iced coffee. “Come here often?” he asked the both of them.

Logan chuckled at that. “Quite often, yes.” he replied.

“Ith’ my ffffavorithe thpot-th!” Remus declared happily.

“Do you two have names?” Logan asked.

The jacket guy nodded. “I’m Remy. And this, my special loving beanie baby over here, is Emile.” they introduced.

“KITTENS!” Emile shouted excitedly, staring at the stroller.

Remus smiled and looked at Emile. “Yup! It’s a stroller filled with kittens.” Remus said proudly.

Emile picked up one of the tuxedo kittens and hugged it close. “It’s soooo CUUUTE!” Emile cooed.

Logan looked at Remus and raised an eyebrow. Remus looked at Logan back and nodded his head. “Would you like to keep it?” Logan asked.

Emile gasped and beamed at them. “REALLY?!” But Emile quickly composed himself. “I-I mean- Are you sure? I didn’t know they were for sale.” Emile admitted.

“They weren’t. But you look very happy with it!” Remus added. “That one’s a boy.” Remus added.

Emile looked at Remus again, still not sure if he should be taking a cat home. Remus nodded his head with an innocent smile. “I insist!” Remus replied.

Emile looked at Logan. “If you’re wondering, they have all been vaccinated from 8 weeks old till their age which is 5 weeks old.” Logan told Emile. “If you would like, we could cover your vaccination costs up until he reaches 4 months old.” Logan offered.

“Oh my gosh that offer sounds lovely! But I can pay for it myself. But could we meet at the veterinary clinic you take them to, so I can meet their vet and sign the adoption papers?” Emile asked.

Logan nodded. “Of course! I’ll give you the address.” Logan replied.

While Logan was doing that, Remus was looking at all the kittens and growing curious. But he was quickly interrupted by a wave in his direction. Remus and Emile’s locked long enough for Emile to mouth the words ‘thank you’ to him. Remus smiled and nodded back. But then: Remus picked up one of the kittens…

Remus just started staring dead into Emile’s eyes, and shoved the cat’s head into his own mouth. Still staring at Emile, he bit down on the cat, killing it instantly and swallowed it whole. Emile’s excitement for the cat quickly faded away and a big, terrified chill ran down Emile’s spine. It was here that Emile realized that Remus was most likely not in the right mind. Emile quickly patted Logan’s shoulder and pointed to Remus. “He- j-j-just- ateacat…” Emile said, struggling to even talk.

Logan looked over at Remus and immediately noticed the hanging tail that was sticking out of Remus’s mouth. Logan sighed. “How in the world are you still hungry after all that chicken?” Logan asked.

Remus laughed. “I just am!”

Emile hesitantly kept the cat they had just been given, and made a mental note to never let Remus hold their cat. EVER.

A good while later, Patton and Janus were cleaning the house while Remus and Roman were coloring in the kitchen. They both had a cup of water each, and one pack of markers laying in front of them at the table to share. Though only Remus was using all the colors due to the boy’s...strange habit of bleaching them and sucking on them.

Remus was currently drawing a blender filled with green gunk mixed with what he assumed to be blood, and something white. Whether it was milk, bone bits, drugs or...something else; no one but Remus could tell you. All they knew was that some of the green gunk was spilling out the top corners of the blender lid.

Meanwhile, Roman was drawing a completely white picture of a gigantic dog surrounding a bunch of tiny people. But the dog was not like Clifford the Big Red Dog. It was a fluffy white pomeranian! And the pomeranian had a...saxophone? It even had the word *Bork* written beside the mouth.

Wait, was that Gabe the Dog?

Remus giggled at the picture of Gabe the dog, and made a little high-pitched ‘BORK’ sound. Roman bursted out laughing at that and made an evil old hag cackle. Remus wheezed at the cackle while Patton was giggling and shaking his head at the two.

Soon, Logan walked into the room with a smirk. “Why do I hear dogs and evil witches in here?” Logan asked.

Remus and Roman both had to stop their coloring and drawing to lean back and laugh their heads off.

Logan sat down at the table as well and continued to read the astronomy book he had walked out with. But Logan quickly closed it as he cringed at the strong smell of bleach in the kitchen. “Patton, you need to stop using so much bleach.” Logan told him.

Patton turned around. “Come on, Logan, it’s not that bad. I didn’t even clean over there!” Patton reacted.

Logan tilted his head. “Are you sure you didn’t? Because It smells like you cleaned the table with it.” Logan told him.

Patton huffed and put his cloth-covered hand on his own hip. “I’m positive, Logan.”

Logan rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the bleachy smell. But it was not easy. Soon, Logan rubbed his finger on the table and smelled it.

Nope. No bleach.

He rubbed his finger on the windows and discovered that there was no bleach used there either. So, Logan looked around. “Where is that bleach smell coming from?” Logan asked as he followed his nose like a composed dog. Logan followed it till he looked down at the cups and markers. Logan sighed. “You weren’t using bleach on the markers again, I hope…” Logan asked Remus.

“Nope! Not today!” Remus replied proudly.

Logan looked at the cups and lifted them up. He smelled Roman’s cup first -much to Roman’s dismay- and placed it down.

Just water.

But then Logan lifted up Remus’s cup and smelled it:

Logan pulled his head back and coughed violently. Then he widened his eyes when he realized that half the water was already drunk!

Logan slammed the cup onto the table. “Remus.” Logan asked calmly.

Remus looked up at Logan with his teeth showing widely. “Yeeeessss?”

Logan cleared his throat. “Do you remember what we taught you about what bleach does to your digestive system?” Logan asked.

Patton gasped and threw his cloth onto the ground. “REMUS!”

Remus stifled a laugh. “Yes. I don’t remember exactly what happens, but I do remember you mentioning...death?” Remus replied.

Logan sighed and rubbed the top of his nose...only for him to quickly move his fingers away from his face out of fear of getting bleach droplets into his eyes. Then, Logan took the cup and dumped the bleach down the sink. “No more drinking bleach, Remus. It is disgusting and it can easily kill you.” Logan ordered.

Remus slowly lifted up a silver flask. “One new thing to learn about!”

Roman widened his eyes. “PATTON! REMUS HAS A FLASK!” Roman shouted.

Patton sprinted to the rescue and took the flask. “What have we told you about alcohol?! Alcohol for you, is strictly off limits! Remember what happened the last time you drank?” Patton ordered.

“The best experience of my LIFETIME?!” Remus declared excitedly.

Logan dumped the cup of water into the sink. “May the orphan children rest in peace.”

Remus bursted out in evil, proud cackles. Patton brought the flask to the sink and dumped out what he assumed to be alcohol. But much to his surprise: it was clear!

...and reeked of bleach.

Logan pulled out a baby bottle, dumped some milk into it and shoved the baby bottle into Remus’s mouth. “Drink up. Flush the bleach out of your system before your stomach and intestines burn.” Logan ordered.

Remus whined and pouted. Roman giggled at the look of a baby bottle in his grown brother’s mouth, and continued to outline the saxophone. “I’m done!” Roman declared, showing off his picture to Patton and Janus.

Remus pulled the baby bottle out of his mouth and showed off his picture as well. “I’m done as well!”

Both Patton, Janus and Logan enjoyed seeing the pictures they drew, and updated the fridge drawings. Patton would eventually scrapbook those pictures and show them off to Thomas.

One day around Halloween time, Roman was looking around for Remus in his room. But he was nowhere to be found. But things soon became more clear once he found a lined page with a creepy-looking drawing on it. Roman giggled and looked around. “Very funny, Remus! I know what your costume is now!” Roman teased.

Roman received no response. So, Roman turned the page around and continued looking around. “Remus, quit being secretive.” Roman ordered. Like he guessed though, Remus didn’t come out.

So, Roman followed the page’s advice and put the page into his pocket. Roman opened a drawer in the room that held a flashlight. He pulled it out, turned it on and started looking around. So far, there was nothing.

He looked around for another page or another clue to Remus’s location. Little did he realize that all he had to do...was look behind him…

Roman suddenly SCREAMED and threw the flashlight into the air! Something had wrapped around his feet and was now lifting him up! Roman shouted and grabbed at any surfaces he could, to get away. “AAAAAH! REMUS?! LET GO!” Roman shouted.

A static noise started filling Roman’s ears and a static-y image of Slenderman started getting closer and closer to Roman. Roman’s fear grew as the faceless being suddenly grew a mouth and teeth, and GROWLED loudly at him.

Next, another pair of tentacles grabbed Roman’s arms and waist, and lifted him upright. Roman gulped and pulled on the restraints, with no avail. He was utterly and truly, fucked.

Quickly, more tentacles summoned themselves from out of nowhere, and started wiggling and fluttering on his armpits, feet and lower back. Roman jumped, squeezed his eyes shut and tried to move away from the tickly tentacles as a wobbly smile grew onto his face. The tentacles wiggled and teased his armpits the most, taking advantage of just how vulnerable they were in this moment.

Roman took one desperate look at the tickling tentacles and threw his head back as the tentacles at the feet, suddenly found his toes! “Hehehehehehehey! Quihihihihit ihihihit Rehehehemuhuhuhus!” Roman giggled.

The tentacles at his lower back, started drawing up and down his spine. This caused Roman to arch and wiggle his back more. But things got even worse the moment four tentacles started tickling both his armpits! Roman squealed loudly and squeezed his fists as laughter and snorts started leaving his mouth! He couldn’t even try to cover up his mouth in any way because his hands were tied! Literally!

Then, everything quickly hit the fan the moment Remus’s tongue reached his ear. Roman guffawed and snorted at that! Roman squealed with laughter! One one hand, all Roman could think was just how disgusting and slimy it felt to have a tongue fluttering and ‘licking’ his ear! But HOLY HECK did it work! It was so much more ticklish than his toes and armpits combined!

Roman snorted again. “LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEHE GOOOHOHOHO!” Roman begged.

The single tentacle that tickled Roman’s back, started writing letters on his lower back!

[Tickle tickle tickle]

Roman whined and shook his head. How DARE!

[Coochy coochy coo coochy coochy coo]

Roman widened his eyes and tried to tug on his restraints one more time. Of course, he was unsuccessful. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Roman begged loudly.

[No]

Roman shook his head. “COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON MAHAHAHAN!” Roman pleaded.

[Fine]

Roman let out a breath of relief as the tickling tentacles lessened dramatically. But unfortunately, the black tentacle that was writing on Roman’s back, was not gone.

[Wet willy time]

Roman widened his eyes. “W-WAIT-” Roman was interrupted by the evil tongue tickling his ear once again! Roman shrieked loudly and threw his head back with laughs, snorts and the occasional cackles! All the while, the messenger on his lower back was still writing messages to him!

[Surprise!]

Roman shook his head. “IHIHI THOHOHOUGHT YOHOHOU WEHEHEHERE DOHOHONE!” Roman yelled.

[Im not done.] It wrote. [More tickles for Roman]

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and just gave up on trying to get out. There was just no trying to save himself from the clutches of Remus the slenderman tickle monster!

[Tickle tickle Roman]

[Tickle tickle brother]

[sit back. Accept your fate]

Here’s the fanart!

Remus:

Roman:

(Drawn by a friend of mine)

#roman and remus are twins #chaotic remus #strange remus #dark comedy #background janus #super dark comedy #animal death #remus being remus #ticklefic #ler!remus #lee!roman

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firegrilled · 6 years ago

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Mommas’ Boys - Part 8 (End)

@erejeanweek2k19 Prompt: Competition

Summary: All things things must grow up, even Jean and Eren. Celine and Carla witness their boys’ happiest day and a glimpse at what their future holds.

Part 1

Setting down the brush, Celine did a quick once over of her outfit before stepping out of the bathroom. A long midnight blue dress hugged her figure, flowing almost all the way to the ground. A simple silver locket hung from her neck and slim golden watch rested on her left wrist.

“Tell me Carla, how do I look?” Celine wondered as she emerged into their shared hotel room.

Carla glanced up from her phone. Her eyes traced the slimming outfit and her pleased smile answered the question before her words. “Like someone who’s ready to have two beautiful sons.”

“Seriously, does this seem a bit much?” Celine looked down and thought again. “Not enough?”

“You’re fine, honest.”

“Thanks. I just wanna look my best for Jeanbo’s big day,” Celine sighed. She walked over to the bed and fell into the plush cushion. Here she was panicking on her son’s wedding day when she could only imagine what her boy was going through. He was her son after all.

A knocking at the door drew the attention of both women.

“Who is it?” Carla asked.

“Mom, it’s me. I have someone I want you to meet. Are you…” Eren’s muffled voice answered.

“Yes I’m not naked.”

“Mom!”

The door opened to a rather flushed Eren. He shook his head while he led another couple into the room. A gentleman that was a bit older than Eren and a slightly younger blond stepped in, already dressed for the wedding. In the woman’s arm a baby rested peacefully.

The gentleman had shorter blond hair, peculiar glasses, a trimmed beard and mustache. He stepped forward and extended a hand for Carla. “Hi, you must be Eren’s mom.”

Nodding, Carla shook the stranger’s hand and offered a smile. “That’s me. And who might you be?”

The gentleman cleared his throat and let out a held breath. “I’m Zeke Jaeger, Eren’s half-brother. And this is my wife Yelena and our daughter Gabi.”

Carla’s eyes widened and she froze in place.

“E-excuse me?”

“Mom, he’s telling the truth. He’s my brother,” Eren vouched for Zeke, walking over to his mother’s side and wrapping an arm around her.

“Please let me explain. Grisha Jaeger is my father who left our home many years ago just after I was born. My mother always held out hope for him saying he’d come back when he was ready but months turned into years until one day she was proven right. He just appeared at our doorstep right as I got back from college. Mom took him right back and forgot the fact he abandoned her for almost 25 years,” Zeke informed Carla.

Eren guided his mother towards Celine and sat her next to his future in-law while Zeke continued.

“I wasn’t particularly close to a man that I never knew but I got curious about what happened while he was gone. I took a DNA test and discovered that I had relatives just a few states over. That’s how I found Eren and learned what my dad did during those 25 years. I’m so sorry for what he put you through.”

Carla felt goosebumps go down her arms at the new information. Her mood fell as she thought about the man she purged her mind of many moons ago.

“So he had another wife before me… and a son. I never knew,” Carla admitted as some of the only pleasant memories she retained were now crumbling to dust. “I was his TA in college and fell for him. A charismatic researcher on the verge of a massive discovery… I should’ve known it was too good to be true. A small town girl falling for a big famous scientist.”

“That’s his type, I think. My mom is the same as you. Even when I confronted them about it she still clung to his side while he started crying. What he did was unforgivable, especially when Eren told me how close you were to losing everything. His way of apologizing is this,” Zeke frowned as he pulled an envelope from his pocket. He handed it to Carla.

Carla held it in her hands, flipping the blank parcel over in her hands.

“And what’s that?” Celine inquired as Carla opened it and found a check.

“Everything he stole in addition to missed child support and a generous interest.”

Carla’s jaw dropped along with the check.

“Th-that’s too much!” Carla gasped.

Celine bent over to pick up the check. She barely had enough restraint to not gawk at the number written on it. “That’s a lot of zeroes.”

“Frankly it’s not enough considering what he’s still worth,” Zeke frowned. “But please take it as something small for what he robbed you of.”

“I can’t! I don’t need his pity or his money,” Carla shook her head, anger now returning. “Who is he to think he can just try and write me away with money? That’s how he always tried to solve everything!”

“It’s not an apology as far as I’m concerned, it’s a debt being repaid. He stole your life savings. Though it’s not enough, you should be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life,” Zeke stated.

Celine placed the check in Carla’s palm and clasped her hands around hers. “Carla, nothing can ever forgive that man for what he did but you can now do so much good with this. You can pay for Eren and Mikasa’s college. You can go back to Mitras and buy your own house in cash. You won’t even need to work anymore. You can finally have that life you longed for after he stole it away from you!”

Carla looked into Celine’s eyes, her friend’s calming gaze quelling her anger. “The college debt might be a good idea but not the others. I’ve built a life outside of there that I’d never want to give up. My work, my friends, I won’t trade them away. I could buy a house but I won’t be able to buy a home. My home is our neighborhood with you and the others.”

Celine went wide-eyed at Carla’s answer. Pride bubbled up in her chest along with admiration. “You’ve grown so much over these last few years. It’s so wonderful to hear you say that.”

“Besides, I know what we can do with this. We can follow our boys on their honeymoon! I’ve always wanted to visit Italy this time of year,” Carla grinned, much to Eren’s horror.

“Mom, no!” Eren shook his head.

Zeke and his wife chuckled at the distraught reaction.

“While we can’t pick our family, I’d love to get to know you better and let ours grow together,” Zeke offered.

Carla slipped the check into her purse, nodding at the proposition. “Of course. I’d love to have you sitting next to me for the ceremony.”

Zeke smiled warmly. “We’d love that.”

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“Mom, I can’t do this,” Jean mumbled as the soft music picked up around them. He shuffled back and forth on his feet while he sweat up a storm. “The suit’s too tight. No wait its my tie… or is it not tight enough? Mom, how’s my tie?”

“Jeanbo, you got this!” Celine reassured her son, looping her arm through his. She pulled him closer and allowed him to lean his head against her shoulder. “You’re the one who said yes when he proposed. I’ve seen you fight him, kiss him, and throttle him for breaking your window with a ping pong racket. If you can get passed those I think you can make it up an aisle to say I do.”

“But those were different! I was young and naïve,” Jean replied, his voice unsure with his life choices.

Celine snorted at that. “You’re still young and very naïve, honey.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Of course you do,” Celine rolled her eyes at Jean’s mock anger. “Let me tell you a short story. When I was younger and in a similar position I had the exact same thoughts. Right down to the dress being too tight and not tight enough. I wanted to run but right when I wanted to bolt the doors to the church opened and I saw our father waiting for me at the end of the aisle. All my fears faded when I saw the look on his face, like I was the prettiest thing he ever laid his eyes on. That’s when I knew I made the right choice. Just stay strong for a little bit longer.”

Jean listened quietly, hanging onto his mom’s every word. Just as she finished the music suddenly cut out. He instantly straightened his posture and stepped away from his mom. While they weren’t in a church, he still had to walk through an alcove in the woods to find his friends and family waiting for him.

“I can do this,” Jean muttered to himself.

“Damn right you can,” Celine agreed, earning another snort from his son.

The pair walked over the fallen autumn leaves when the music queued up the traditional wedding march. Celine kept pace with her son as he took deep breaths to soothe his nerves. When they turned the corner together in the woods, they saw exactly what Celine prophesized.

Their friends and family already faced them but their expressions blurred out once Jean located his soon to be husband. Standing on an elevated platform next to their old principal stood Eren in a green button down shirt, a vest, and tuxedo pants. His normally fierce demeanor fell upon seeing Jean.

Eren’s mouth opened a little but no words escaped him as he locked eyes with Jean. He didn’t move an inch while Celine slowly led her son up the aisle. Eventually Eren pressed his lips together, licking his upper lip when Jean grew closer. He remained still until Jean took his spot across from him and Celine took a seat next to Carla.

“Hey,” Eren whispered, tenderness in his voice.

Jean returned a fragile but goofy smile. “Hi.”

Both nearly jumped out of their skins when Erwin suddenly placed his hands on their shoulders.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for the unexpected union of Jean and Eren Kirschtein,” Erwin declared, to the laughter of those present. “If you told me that the two kids that I often suspended for fighting each other would one day get married and I’d be the one to help them tie the knot... Well, I would’ve called you crazy to put it nicely. But we stand here as witnesses to a deep and caring love that few have the privilege to witness and even fewer get to enjoy. Let us celebrate strong commitment of these two wonderful men!”

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Celine picked up a dress from the sale’s rack, her eyes passing swift judgement on the bright yellow garment.

“Hard pass,” Celine balked at the clothing.

“Why pick up something you know you’re going to hate? You don’t do flashy colors,” Carla laughed at her reaction.

“Sometimes you just want to see the full extent of someone’s poor life choice,” Celine spoke, shrugging. “As much as I enjoy our Sunday shopping excursions, I think it’s time we meet the rest of the family.”

“As if Eren or Jean understand the concept of arriving on time.”

Carla snickered while comparing sunglasses in a mirror.

“And where do you think they get that from? They won’t get better if we don’t.”

“Touché.”

Carla placed the glasses back on their racks and walked to the checkout with Celine behind her. She grabbed the one dress Celine bothered to keep and threw it into her stack when they reached the cashier.

“Hey, I can pay for my own,” Celine grumbled, trying to reach for it.

Carla stopped her hands, pushing Celine away. “Let my former husband pay for it.”

At that Celine stopped her attempts and returned her hands to her side.

“Fine. At least you’re putting your investments to some use.”

“Well I had to do something once I paid off my loans and the kids’ college debt. Eren and Jean wouldn’t let me spend more on them so might as well invest while we get that college fund going for the newest Kirschtein,” Carla explained. “Speaking of which, where are we meeting them?”

“Food court,” Celine answered, swiping through her phone. “Jean’s already there but Eren is running behind.”

The two mothers grabbed their bags and began the trek across the mall. They stopped by the parking garage to drop off what they bought before taking the elevator to food court. Celine and Carla squinted, scanning the area for any signs of their sons.

“Found ‘em,” Carla pointed at the tallest point in the crowd.

Celine turned her gaze to a mop of brown hair. Her eyes drifted down to find Jean’s hair a few feet below. “Aw he’s carrying Aymmi on his shoulders! How cute!”

The two moms parted the crowd as they scrambled over to their son and grandchild.

“Jean, Aymmi!” Carla called out, catching the attention of the pair that slowly walked through the crowd.

Jean turned his head and lowered his sunglasses, while Aymmi tightened their legs around Jean’s neck. “Grandma! Grandmaman!”

Aymmi threw their hands up, almost launching a Popsicle into the air.

“There’s my favorite grandchild!” Celine exclaimed, her arms already outstretched.

Jean took the hint and hoisted his arms up to remove his kid from his shoulders, plopping Aymmi in his mom’s waiting hands.

“I’m your only grandchild,” Aymmi giggled, hugging Celine.

“Yes but don’t the others that,” Celine joked, earning more laughter from Aymmi.

While those two bantered, Jean reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. He ran it over the back of his neck. “Damn sticky treat.”

Carla noticed the white cloth quickly turn orange, the same color as Aymmi’s treat.

“Popsicles drip,” Carla chuckled, earning a deadpan stare from Jean.

“I knew that but I didn’t think they melted that fast. Aymmi wanted to try and find you two first so I didn’t think about gravity and frozen treats.”

“Welcome to being a parent. You learn a lot of small details very fast.”

Jean bristled at those words.

“You’d think after a few years I’d get used to being called a parent.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t hit until they’re in the hospital or an emergency happens. Just value the time you have together,” Carla advised. Memories of raising Eren came rushing back, bringing a nostalgic smile to her face. “Speaking of which, where is my son?”

“Uh…” Jean scratched the back of his head while he gave a nervous grin.

Goosebumps ran down Carla’s neck at that expression. She knew that expression.

“Papa knocked down Toby’s mom’s brownies!” Aymmi exclaimed with a big grin.

Jean’s palm slapped against his forehead while the two mother’s exchanged eye rolls. Some things never change.

As if on cue, Eren appeared form the crowd with a frown.

“There you are. Thanks for shouting, Aymmi. It made finding you all much easier since no one was answering their phone,” Eren smiled at his child while glaring at the other three.

“No problem!” Aymmi gave another cheery shout.

“Indoor voice, honey,” Jean shushed Aymmi, who nodded eagerly. “Babe, what happened?”

“Helen wanted to take it to the board, Erwin stepped in, and now deserts are banned from future PTA meetings,” Eren’s head bobbed from side to side as he explained each fact.

Carla and Celine shook their heads while Jean let out another exasperated sigh.

“That is your fault Eren Kirschtein! You ruined my wonderful treats!” A sharp female voice cut through the crowd. The group turned to see an angry woman with a blonde bob cut pointing an accusatory finger in their direction, while a smaller kid around Aymim’s age held her other hand.

“Fight me in the fucking pit, Helen!” Eren shouted back, earning a slap to the back of his head from Jean and an offended gasp from Helen.

“You use that language in front of first graders? Weren’t you the one shouting about the kids when you assaulted my poor little brownies?”

“My kid knows what words are. Isn’t that right, Aymmi?” Eren smirked, gesturing to his child.

“Fuck!” Aymmi cheered loudly, earning another gasp from Helen.

“Mommy, what’s fuck mean?” Helen’s daughter asked, cocking her head.

“Nothing important, honey. Let’s get out of here before they use anymore foul language,” Helen said, pulling her daughter back to the crowd.

“Ask your mom what shit means!” Eren called after her, earning another slap from Jean. “Ow, shit.”

“Shit!” Aymmi repeated after Eren.

Celine and Carla sighed, but smiled at their sons and Aymmi. This was their family.

The End - Thanks for following this and reading it! And thanks @aymmichurros for the inspiration!

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xantchaslegacy · 6 years ago

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MtG Month of the Ship Day 23 - Spies

(This is a sort of rambling spy-ish story for a couple that I never felt super-strong about. I did want to give Fonn and Jarad something nice, though, since they were important characters, and their family is now split apart for good, as far as I know)

It was supposed to be a simple job. Infiltrate the party. Find his way to the upper floors. Locate the target’s office. Plant the listening devices in discreet locations. Steal the documents. Leave.

Easy enough, assuming Jarad was the only special agent in the place during the operation.

He wasn’t.

“Hello Vod Savo. Enjoying your evening?”

Jarad froze. His hand was halfway behind a portrait in the host’s side hallway, planting a bug. He turned and found another elf watching him, hands on her hips. She was wearing a dark green pantsuit with a white bow tie, a grim smirk on her face.

“I was until a moment ago, Zunich. What are you doing here?”

The other elf snorted. “A better job at being inconspicuous, that’s what. I didn’t realize S.W.A.R.M. was still sending assassins after my client.”

“Always so presumptuous.” Jarad started to slip past Fonn, but she planted her palm against the wall by his head, caging him in.

“Am I wrong?” She was shorter than him, but her shoulders were broader and Jarad knew that she knew she could overpower him if he tried to make a break for it. “Last time I caught you snooping around a party you were trying to kill St. Bayul.” She also new very well that Jarad always carried a necrotic poison on his person for emergencies, yet she never gave any sign of being afraid of him. Always vexing, that.

“You are, as a matter of fact.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What then? Convince me, or the guards will have you out of here on your ass faster than you can say ‘Gorgon.’”

Jarad made a face of exaggerated exasperation. “Do you write all that inspired dialogue in your spare time? I guess it must be boring just standing around while you wait for old loxodons to need a tissue or whatever it is you do for them.”

“Answer the question.”

Jarad shot another glance down the hallway. Empty. He sighed.

Might as well. Fonn Zunich was a pain in his side, but she could keep a secret.

“Karlov is buying up the Mizidek lot downtown. S.W.A.R.M. needs that land to remain unincorporated. I need to find the bills of sale and sabotage-”

He cut off as one of the host’s guards rounded the corner. The next thing he knew Fonn had pulled him down into a rough kiss, her hands moving to cover the sides of his face. He dropped the poisoned needle in his hands out of shock.

“Oh, uh…excuse me.” The grey-skinned guard backed out of the hallway and ducked back into the ballroom. Fonn released Jarad’s face.

“What was that for?” he hissed. His heart was beating much faster than it should have. Much faster than he would have liked while trying to pull off a delicate operation.

“Relax, creepy-crawly. What do you think a guard will find more suspicious, two people arguing in a secluded hallway, or two drunk socialite’s having snuck away to get intimate?”

“I don’t see how one is better than the other,” Jarad muttered.

“This is better because now no one has seen your face yet.” Fonn reached into a vest pocket and produced a small gold mask. “Here, it’s a masquerade for goodness’ sake.”

Jarad scowled and produced his own mask. “Give me some credit.”

“A beetle? People will remember that. If I’m going to help you then you need to wear something less conspicuous. I’m here in an official capacity, remember?”

“Why are you helping me?”

“So many questions. Do you want my help or not?”

Jarad sighed. Might as well make use of an ally, inconvenient as they might be.

"Fine.” He started toward the ballroom. “What's the security situation inside?"

"Laughable. Most of the house guard are watching the roof, after that stunt Etrata pulled at the last ball. Down here it’s just the regular RCPD plainsclothes guards, plus that brunette from the tenth district precinct."

Jarad frowned. "Lavinia? She's thwarted three S.W.A.R.M. operations in the last month alone. She's no joke."

"She is when she's preoccupied with the evening entertainment." They stepped into the ballroom and Fonn pointed toward the stage. A lounge singer was slinking across the stage in a red and black evening gown, a decorative metal mask in the shape of a skull covering half her face. Sure enough, arrester Lavinia had found a table right by the stage, and was paying little to no attention to the rest of the party around her.

"That's lucky," Jarad muttered.

"Lucky or a competent guard got her hands on the security detail planned for tonight and made sure that the hosts hired a singer of her choice."

“Um��why?”

Fonn shrugged. “Bodyguarding is boring sometimes. I need entertainment too.” She nodded at the stairs leading to the next level, where most of the RCPD were standing around. “What’s your plan for the boys in red and white? I’m not even allowed, and my client’s up there.”

“Not much of a bodyguard then, are you?”

“Bayul’s still alive, isn’t he?”

“Sure. Watch this.” Jarad released a small spy drone from his sleeve. The small mechanical drone buzzed discreetly around the ballroom floor before coming to rest on the back of one of the server’s heads.

“Three, two, one, sting.”

The server yelped as a small metal spur jabbed into his ear. He turned to swat at the air behind him, and hit one of an ogre, one of the burlier guests. The guest shouted in outrage and swung a fist at the server. In seconds there was a small skirmish underway, and the RCPD were running down the stairs to intervene.

“Aggravated assault.” Jarad gave a small mock sigh. “Such a senseless act of violence.”

“Very slick.” Fonn flicked Jarad’s ear, and he felt a small chill run down his back. “Now let’s go.”

They mounted the stairs quickly, ducking around the room where the more distinguished guests were gathered, and slipped into the private wing of the mansion.

The door to the next flight of stairs was guarded by two more of the grey-skinned guards. Both bored-looking, and both seemingly unarmed.

“Hrm.” Jarad frowned. “I dropped my poison downstairs; that would’ve helped.”

“Your what?”

“It’s…not important. Let me think a minute.”

“No time. Give me your mask.” Fonn didn’t even wait for Jarad to reply, digging her hand into his tuxedo pocket and pulling out the golden thrull-face.

“What are you-”

Fonn slid on the mask and sprinted up the last flight of stairs. The guards snapped to attention, and one of them produced a small tazer. Fonn grabbed it out of his hand and chopped him across the neck. The other guard she kicked in the jaw, knocking him out cold before he even hit the ground.

Fonn pulled the mask off and raised an eyebrow at Jarad, and pulled the trigger of the tazer. Electricity crackled between the points.

“Pretty stunning, huh?”

“You’ve been practicing,” Jarad observed.

“Yeah, but…stunning, get it?”

“Yes, you’ve always been stunning.”

Fonn rolled her eyes yet again, but this time with a small blush. “Let’s go.”

“Wait.”

“What?”

“Tell me why you’re helping. I’m not going any further until you do.”

“Are you serious? Aren’t you supposed to be a professional spy?”

Jarad crossed his arms.

“Fine. St. Bayul’s trying to buy that land to build an orphanage, but Karlov is price-gouging him. If it reverts to unincorporated land…”

“Ah, the non-profit Selesnyans get the land for a bargain.”

“Bingo.”

Jarad uncrossed his arms. “The sisters won’t like that. They want the land for S.W.A.R.M.”

“Look, I know it’s not exactly in the spirit of your mission-”

“Then again, the sisters hired me to sabotage the Orzhov, not you.” Jarad shrugged. “If they want another favor they’ll have to pay me triple for it. I wish your elephant priest all the luck in the world.”

He caught the grin on Fonn’s face in the corner of his eye as he passed her, and allowed himself a small one of his own.

The rest of the way was quiet. They passed up one more staircase down two hallways, and started to round the final corner before the door to Karlov’s study-

"Damn."

Jarad put out a hand and waved Fonn back against the wall.

"What is it?"

"Guard drone."

Fonn peeked around the corner." Sure enough, a robotic sentry stood in front of the patriarch's office. A roving gun turret on legs.

"Damn," Fonn agreed, pressing back against the wall. Can you disable it?"

"Not from that far away. Not without my bow. I used all my bugs downstairs."

"We need a distraction. Something really unusual to grab its attent-"

"Excuse me!"

They both leapt back against the wall, Jarad pressing Fonn against it as he made a vague attempt to shield her from the guest who'd surprised them.

"Thank you!" A small, dark-skinned girl wearing a white dress and a coyboy hat skipped past them down the hallway, passing right in front of the guard. Several butterflies followed in her wake. The sentry turned its head as she passed, apparently perplexed as Jarad and Fonn were.

"Um, little miss?” The guard’s metallic voice was surprisingly soft. “You can't...oh good grief."

The little girl had already disappeared down another hallway. The sentry started off after her, buzzing irritably.

"Huh." Fonn leaned out from behind the corner. "Well, that was...lucky."

“Indeed.”

“Um…”

Jarad realized, belatedly, that he still had his hand on Fonn’s shoulder. He whipped it away quickly.

“Saved you again, Zunich.”

They approached the door and examined the keypad next to it.

"Hm. Too reliant by far on his guards." Jarad reached into his pocket. "This will be a piece of cake." He withdrew his last bug and placed it over the keypad. The bug chirped and clicked for several seconds.

The keypad beeped, and the door slid open.

"Nice job, crawler." Fonn thumped him on the back. "Let's make this quick."

They stepped into the study. It was a surprisingly small space, but comfortable, full of red velvet with grey and gold trimming. In the middle was a large mahogany desk, and right behind it…

“Good evening.”

A woman, dressed in black and gold, with a cane in one hand and a small, hairless cat in her lap.

Jarad drew a knife, and Fonn pulled a gun out from under her vest.

“Ah, ah.” The woman lay the tip of her cane on a red button at the edge of the desk. “One press and a houseful of guards descends on this room. I believe it’s only polite for guests to introduce themselves.”

Fonn and Jarad exchanged looks.

“No? Well I’m Teysa Karlov, and I must say,” She turned the computer on the desk around with one hand. “You’ve been the highlights of the evening. My uncle’s parties are never this good.”

The screen showed several video camera feeds of the house. The ballroom brawl, only just getting under control. The VIP guests, watching from the balcony. The two guards unconscious by the doors.

“Um, we can explain.” Fonn had gone pale. “You see-”

“St. Bayul and his guard dog had nothing to do with this,” Jarad cut in. “I threatened to kill him if she didn’t come along and aid me.”

A bit of color returned to Fonn’s face.

“Ooooh, you two are cute.” Teysa spun the screen back around. “No worries, I’ve deleted everything with either of you on it. Nothing traces back to you. I don’t care about Karlov nearly enough to turn snitch for him.”

“So…” Jarad lowered the knife an inch. “You aren’t going to stop us?”

"Oh, goodness no. Please, steal whatever you like. Serves the old lecher right." Teysa tapped the safe next to her with her cane. "Maybe take some of his cash while you're at it. Treat each other to a nice meal or something and talk over whatever...well whatever this is." She waved the cane between the two of them.

"Wh-what?" Jarad looked at Fonn. Their eyes met and they both looked away quickly. "What do you mean? We don't even work together usually, this was just a one-time thing."

Teysa rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say.” She tapped the screen. “Though I wasn’t aware bodyguards and spies got so touchy-feely just for fun.” She stood and started out the door, side-eyeing the both of them in turn. “You’ve got about three minutes. You never saw me here.”

The door click-ed shut behind her, leaving them both flustered and avoiding each other’s eyes.

“W-well, it was nice to see you doing something good with your skills for once!” Fonn directed the comment at a paperweight on the desk.

“Yes, well…let me actually do the deed first.” Jarad stared determinedly at the papers, identifying the ones he needed to snatch. “And…um, full disclosure, there was going to be another attempt on Bayul’s life. But, um…well I convinced the sisters to call it off. For good.”

“What? I mean…thank you, but…why?”

“I knew you’d never let me do it without a fight, and…um…well, naturally I didn’t want to embarrass you in a fight again.”

Fonn laughed and shoved him. “As if. Get your papers spy boy, I’m going to grab some cash.”

“Not very charitable of you, selesnyan.”

“It’s for an orphanage,” She shot back. “And for dinner. I think you do owe me a meal after all.”

The above is unofficial Fan Content permitted under the Fan Content Policy. Not approved/endorsed by Wizards. Portions of the materials used are property of Wizards of the Coast. ©Wizards of the Coast LLC.

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ulamafashionblog · 2 years ago

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Which Colour Goes well for Men’s Ethnic Wear Wedding Receptions for Grooms!

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How a Simple Men's Wedding Set Gives You a Perfect Groom Look

With the wedding fast approaching, you must be considering the men's wedding gown collection. If you are expected to wear something ridiculously flashy, such as a sherwani over cotton vest, you should begin by upgrading your wedding style. As you embark on new beginnings, your wedding style statement should also embark on new adventures. Ditch the mundane and opt for a more understated look from a wedding collection for men’s online. Continue reading to learn how a simple men's wedding collection can help you achieve the perfect groom look.

Create The Perfect Groom’s Look with Simple Men’s Wedding Set:

Wedding bells are ringing, so it's time to get dressed up and slay. Gone are the days when the groom's attire was solely for practical reasons. Men nowadays know how to take care of their appearance with men’s collection for wedding. However, a full wedding trousseau is no longer popular, but a groom must make an impression on his wedding day, no matter what. This is a serious game, and the following pointers will assist you in coming out on top:

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Keep an eye out for whites and ivory. Nothing says elegance like a wedding dhoti and shirt in white or ivory pure silk. These colors are a nod to the more refined and subtle wedding styles.

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Weddings entail a slew of rituals. If you keep it simple, you will have fewer problems and will be more comfortable throughout the ceremony!

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A lungi is an Indian traditional garment worn around the waist. Men’s lungis are most popular in hotter climates. Due to the heat and humidity, men can wear the lungi to sleep or as casual clothing rather than wearing tight clothes that are unpleasant and uncomfortable. Lungis are drapes that are loose-fitting and allow the user to move freely and comfortably. Lungi has always been associated with a relaxed appearance. In casual settings, lungis are typically worn with t-shirts or shirts, but with the right pair, your lungi online purchase can also be worn as formal wear. Here are some pointers for putting together the perfect formal ensemble with Lungi.

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