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sparkie96 · 8 months

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New Fic: “Son of a Devil”

“…you said a bad word.” The little boy suddenly said in a little voice, drawing Nero’s attention, “The f-word.”

Nero looked at the little boy with a softened look, giving a little smile followed by a chuckle, “I did. Very good. The F-word is a bad word and you should never say it. I’m sorry. Do you need help? Is that why you snuck in here?”

The little boy visibly hesitated but then gave a little nod, “Mama told me to run. Find help. Said Papa’s bad friends were coming to hurt us.”

Nero saw Nico look at him with a curious look through the rear view mirror, Nero looking back to the boy, “Do you know why?”

“Papa owed them money.” The little boy admitted, “Mama said he stole it.”

Nero looked at Nico once more, “Still think we should call the cops?” He asked.

Nico admitted that she had already, but maybe he had a point about not leaving the kid behind, “Then, I’m going to grab some stuff. And then we’ll head home. I’ll call Kyrie and warn her ahead of time.”

“Good. But if any cops show up asking questions, you’re talking to them.” Nico said, “Now buckle up.”

Nero gave a little nod before turning back to the little boy in front of him, “I’m Nero. What’s your name, kiddo?”

The little boy canted his head at him, “Leon,” He replied shyly, “Leon Kennedy.”

The drive to Redgrave had been a quiet one for once, Leon staying awake the whole time despite it being past the boy’s bedtime. He stayed in his spot on the couch, allowing Nero to buckle him in for his safety. There was a little duffle bag and a stuffed raccoon sitting on the seat between them, the bag holding all of Leon’s clothes, or as much as Nero could grab. He put the family photo on top, but Leon flipped it over, not wanting to see the picture.

Which was understandable considering what had just happened over an hour ago.

Nero kept an eye on him, and so did Nico, whom Nero caught looking through the rear view, but he knew better than to say anything. Leon was nodding off to sleep, though every time his head sank, he would jolt up and blink with a little noise of annoyance, not letting go of the raccoon while he did so.

“If you’re tired, you can rest, bud.” Nero said, “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you. Promise.”

“Not tired…” Leon insisted before a yawn left him, Nero shaking his head with a smile, “…Dun…wanna…”

“If you want to nap, that’s okay. Go ahead.” Nero insisted, “I’ll wake you up when we get there, okay? You’re safe, Leon.”

(Reverse AU: How Nero Found Leon

Prompt: Age Reversal AU where Nero and Nico are out hunting demons one night and find something else instead. Or rather, someone else…

Meanwhile, five year-old Leon just barely made it out of a terrible and terrifying situation that led to him becoming an orphan. Luckily, he finds safety in a strange van parked on his block.

Rated for Language, Canon Typical Violence and ABO Things.

Sidenote: There will be NO Vergilleon in this for obvious reasons.)

#new fic #ao3feed #ao3 update #Son of a Devil #Nero Sparda #Leon S. Kennedy #Age Reversal #ABO Dynamics #Baby Leon #Mama Nero #Mama Kyrie #Auntie Nico #eventual Chreon #Chris Claire and Leon as Childhood Friends #Devil May Cry #Resident Evil #Crossover #Not Canon Compliant #Like at all

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beeholyshit · 7 months

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I was thinking about them today and how Maroon would act around Clear before and after falling for him hehe.

I like to think about her just joking with Red about Clear at first because she thought "damn he's handsome" and just telling him to bring Crystal to meetings with all the kids bc she wants her to join to the group and be friends with Red but she also wanted to know him and be friends since she thinks "Well, at least this man could be interesting"

In general at first she would tease him and tell him bad jokes, tell him stories from the past about Red and herself, talk about her pokemon, teach him some recipes

BUT

What about when she fell in love? WELL... that's a different story, after knowing more about him and all the things in his life and how much he cares about his child and everything man, this lady right here would just be like damn, not again because WE KNOW that the first time that happened didn't end very well so- she would keep acting almost the same with him trying to ignore how she feels because she is too scared to be in a romantic situation and ending just like before now that she had a child to take care of!

SHE WANTS ROMANCE BUT SHE JUST DON'T WANNA FAIL AGAIN IN FRONT OF HER CHILD

So maybe... maybe if Clear talks first she may think about it...

#(🍰) *⁠.⁠✧ — Maroon #(🌕)*⁠.♡ —⁠ Clear-moon shipping #I don't know how to put in words what I'm thinking HMMMMM #HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND #the fact the Clear gives the first step changes the game for her bc she was the one always giving the first step hehe #Mama doesn't want to mess up in front of the kid #Red staring at Clear. watching him closely #pokespe parents #⭐ —⁠ Nero!!!#🖍️ —⁠ Silly doodles #(♡) ｡⁠.ﾟ—⁠ Clear Salt

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manaosdeuwu · 2 days

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cosmo wanda I wish my dad kicked out my brother

#SI TAN LACRA ES RAJALO DE LA CASA Y TENEMOS PAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! QUE SE VAYA A VIVIR CON MAMA #nero habla

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zerothisnero · 1 month

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Hear me out guys.

#super mario bros #mario movie #mama mario #super mario #bro why she so 😍#nero blabbing

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warriorcatsfanforever · 5 months

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Nero Mama's boy

#golden shrike #doe prince #nero #mama's boy

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devilmayfamily · 2 years

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I have been hyperfixated on this little story I've been writing on the side that, once I get my AO3 account might go up on, and I'm loving everything that I've slowly been establishing about this world and story and I think y'all will really love it if you wish to check it out one day. I am going to put a little snippet of it here on Tumblr but Im not sure which part I wanna share because theyre all so good!

It's also really cute on the romance side of things as well and I think the sweetness will rot yall's teeth.

Finding Family preview coming soon to a Tumblr timeline near you!

#dmc5 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dmc nero #dante sparda #nero sparda #vergil sparda #devil may cry #vergil x reader #nero #vergil #vergil x y/n #dadgil #father and son #y/n is nero's mama?!#vergil in fortuna

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sylverkitsune · 10 months

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Now I'm gonna go back to screaming.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NERO! MAMA NEEDS YOU, BABY! TT0TT

#Sylver yelling at nothing #like i said before Nero is my son #so shush lemme be mama

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akumanoken · 1 year

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@silvxcs

That got him speechless for a moment, almost forgetting how this Souji -- the one who deals with that certain man that was said a moment ago. "Again, no it isn't... and I can handle myself. I can't stand staying still like that." Again getting up and not in that waking up rush. He can't say no to food and needing something, now walking downstairs. Nothing can keep him down long, another trait from them, but again he doesn't like being called like them.

Souji cleaned the glass, mumbling to himself about how much he liked that cup before he raided the fridge. A wok on the stove, a knife and cutting board on the marble counter and he was off to the races, doing a quick and easy chicken stir fry with some rice to feed a man who hadn’t eaten for days...

So of course, in Souji’s way, he made probably too much. No worries, he can save it for later, or make a few bentos to drop off. He was in his element, singing softly along to the radio as his entire focus was placed on the food in front of him. Not too long after, two bowls were set down and he sat down. “Eat up!! I made plenty so don’t be shy!!”

#silvxcs #Nero #Material Girl;; (DMC Verse)#Mama Sou-chan came to play

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lexsssu · 4 months

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Soft (Vergil)

TAGS: Vergil/Dragoness!reader, smut, breeding, pregnancy, heats/ruts, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“Moooooommm, my hair’s already okay as it is. You don’t have to keep grooming it!”

“Hush, darling. Mother knows best and if I say that your hair needs to be groomed then it means that it needs to be groomed. Now, stay still and let Mama fix you up~”

Nero grumbled and pouted, but simply allowed himself to become limp in your grasp as you combed his snowy locks for him, a bright red blush lighting up his cheeks that were yet another feature he’d inherited from his father. To be honest, Nero took mostly after Vergil in terms of looks, but he was definitely more expressive than your mate.

“...’m not a lil kid anymore…”

“Regardless of how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes, Nero. I bore you into this world with my body and nothing can ever change the bond between a mother and her child” You smile and nuzzle the top of the young man’s head, inhaling his scent while bathing him in your own, draconic instincts, particularly your maternal ones, overflowing as you carried another babe within your belly.

“...Just let your mother be, Nero. Once your new sibling is born she won’t be babying you anymore,” said Vergil eloquently as he sat on his favorite armchair, reading through a well-worn poetry book and looking like painting straight out of a Victorian-era portrait.

“Your father is just teasing you. You’ll always be Mama’s darling boy~” You giggle and place a kiss on your son’s forehead, watching gleefully as his cheeks turn an even deeper red from your affections.

Though seemingly minding his own business, Vergil always had his eye on you both even as he read the ever so familiar words upon the inked pages. There is a softness in the blue of his eyes that is hidden from the world outside of your cozy little home.

A softness that is reserved only for you, his mate, and all your offspring...and maybe Dante when the devil hunter wasn’t being an absolute insufferable moron.

It’s amazing how meeting you had allowed him to see the world in a different light. To rediscover parts of himself that he’d long thought to have died off on the night his entire life had changed forever and molded him into a man fraught with only the ambition for power.

He could still remember that moment so clearly, as if it happened just yesterday...

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“Do you need some help? You looked like you had quite the fall from so high up…”

The eldest son of Sparda blinked, a rare look of incredulity on his normally impassive face as he stared at the small hand being held out to him and the young woman who owned it.

Mundus’ grotesque form lay upon the blood red ground, a mass of flesh with hundreds of hands sticking out of him that would have struck fear in the hearts of most living and undead creatures. However, the Prince of Darkness was obviously deceased as he lay immobile, gaping wounds and terrible gashes littering his foul body as if his opponent had just tore through him without mercy.

“...Do you know that thing? It kept yapping ever since I dropped in here kinda like how you did and well...I just wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the monologues so I took him out of his misery,” you chuckle at the young man’s astonished expression, quite liking how expressive his reactions were despite having only just met him.

“So ummm...do you wanna go to the throne room with me? That thing’s lackeys said that I should sit on the throne to make my rule as their new boss ‘official’ and well, I dunno about you but any place is better than kneeling on the wet ground”

Still flustered with the turn of events, Vergil could only wordlessly nod and before he could get up on his own, you grasp his free hand and pull him up with surprising strength.

“Great! Since you’re new here too, we both can get a tour of the place!”

The katana-wielder would have normally pulled his hand back by now in disgust and or disdain, but strangely enough he didn’t mind how your utterly warm and soft hand clutched his own. Your hand is so small that he could easily cover it if he took the initiative to do so, but he found himself both reluctant to move and content with...whatever this was.

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“Darling, please...fuck me open. Mate me. Breed me…!” You whine and whimper as you sway your hips tantalizingly, looking back at Vergil who’d activated his Sin Devil Trigger form with complete want and adoration. Everything about his current form aroused your most primal side, wanting nothing more than to have him fuck you until were bow-legged and undeniably swollen with his potent seed.

Though he couldn’t speak up in this form, the low grunts and the way his scaled hands took handfuls of your backside as he pressed his equally demonic-looking cock into your weeping slit had you keening and sighing as he sunk its entire length in one thrust.

As Vergil had his way with your equally enthusiastic self, you couldn’t help but smile stupidly as thoughts of the future filled your mind. Specifically, the pitter-patter of little feet that would undeniably become an absolute reality soon enough, especially as you feel the base of your mate’s cock inflating in order to lock himself inside your willing cunt.

You always did like the name Nero...

#lexsssu writes #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry vergil x reader #dmc vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil x you #vergil x y/n #dmc x reader #crossposted on ao3

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d10nyx · 29 days

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MAMA'S BOY - NERO

ft. nero x fem!reader

a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH

cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically

word count: 1.8k words

“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.

“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.

“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”

You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.

You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.

Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.

His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”

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Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.

Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.

“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.

His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.

He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.

You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.

“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”

“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.

His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”

You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”

His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.

Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.

“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”

You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.

“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.

“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.

“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.

“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.

“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”

He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.

“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you.

He's enough for you.

#nero x reader #nero x you #dmc5 smut #dmc smut #dmc x reader #dmc x you #nero smut #still in my nero era

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catindabag · 4 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (56)

Casca: Ms. Price, could you get your weird dog off The Academy’s lawn right this instant?

Persephone: Sir, I’m sorry but I don’t have a dog.

Casca: That’s incorrect. He’s currently causing a scene outside my school.

Persephone: But sir, I’m being honest. I’m even allergic to them-

Festus: I think he’s talking about your crazy dad, Percy.

Persephone: My dad? But Festus, he’s at home-

Coryo: Creed’s right, Price. Just look out the window. Your crazy old man has been rolling around the lawn for hours.

Persephone: What?! Let me see! *opens the window*

Nero: *is screaming and rolling like an angry toddler*

Coryo: Did you see him now?

Persephone: Sh*t! You’re right! My poor daddy’s acting like a madman again!😩 *runs out of the classroom to get her dad*

Festus: *sighs* Poor Percy Price.

Felix: What’s up with Nero Price though? Why is he acting like that?

Coryo: Well, according to rumors, Percy’s old man lost his mind when the rebels tried to starve us to death.

Felix: Is his madness permanent?

Coryo: Yes. It’s permanent. He doesn’t even go to work anymore.

Festus: True. Percy’s mama is now the sole breadwinner of the family.

Arachne: *scoffs* It must be because he’s a crazy canniba-

Coryo: Don’t finish that sentence, Crane.

Arachne: Or what, Snowy~?

Coryo: Or I’ll tell the whole school about the day you lost your precious ✨Sandwich Queen✨ title to Festus and Sejanus.

Arachne: You dare threaten me?!

Coryo: I’ll also publish the photos of you wearing an ugly neck brace-

Arachne: Go suck a di-

Felix: But seriously, what happened to the “Railroad Titan” Mr. Price?

Festus: Well, all we know is that he lost his marbles because of the rebels.

Urban: Was it the maid stew?

Coryo: Maybe? Who knows.

Io: Hey, guys, look! *points at Nero Price* He’s now barking like a dog at Percy!

Apollo: Cool!

Clemensia: Is that normal?

Festus: That’s just part of his madness.

Coryo: Yeah. That’s pretty normal for him to do.

Sejanus: Coryo, my love, why are you and Festus so nonchalant about this?

Coryo: Well, my love, you already know that Percy, Festus, and I have been childhood friends and neighbors since forever. So I’ve seen her crazy old man go wild a couple of times before.

Festus: That’s not even his final form.

Gaius: He has a final form?!

Androcles: What’s his final form?

Coryo: It’s when he wears his pajamas wolf onesie and howls at the moon all night long.

Felix: That’s so weird.

Coryo: Yeah. It’s quite odd, but he literally thinks that he’s a cool werewolf or something.

Dennis: What about your poor neighbors? How did they react?

Coryo: Oh, they hate it when he does that. However, it’s impossible to arrest him when he’s in his ✨werewolf mode✨.

Apollo: Can I be a werewolf too?

Diana: No.

Io: But why is it impossible to arrest one madman howling in the middle of the night?

Coryo: Because Nero Price bites like a rabid dog. Heck! He might even have rabies for all we know.

Festus: He can even easily tear out the limbs of a grown man.

Felix: That’s impossible-

Festus: Coryo and I have seen him do it before.

Coryo: And rumors say that he once tore off the head of a rebel who tried to kill Percy.

Lysistrata: In the name of self-defense, right?

Coryo: Sure. Let’s stick with that.

Urban: So what’s his weakness?

Coryo: His wife.

Urban: Really?

Coryo: You don’t bite the hand that feeds you, do you?

Urban: I guess not.

Felix: By the way, are we going to help Percy catch her dad or should we just leave her be?

Clemensia: Maybe we should call the Peacekeepers?

Urban: Or a dog catcher.

Coryo: Is crazy Nero Price running around with a stick in his mouth?

Felix: No.

Coryo: Then that’s a good sign.

Festus: Yup. Percy doesn’t need us to intervene. She can handle him herself.

Felix: Are you sure about that?

Festus: Bro, I’ve seen her wrestle a nursery of rabid raccoons before. She’ll be fine.

Io: Hey, guys, I think Percy needs our help. Her crazy father is now throwing mud at her.

Sejanus: Yo, he’s now stealing and throwing our bikes in the fountain!

Androcles: Sh*t! He destroyed my expensive skateboard!

Apollo: And my tiny scooter!

Coryo: Yeah. That’s a bad sign. Let’s go help her.

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