Toby was, even though both Kiyo and Lucy Ann told him to relax, and Mindy seemed to not be upset, a little worried.
Hank was twenty minutes late to their weekly lunch out at The Roxy which was not, as Hank insisted time and time again to his cackling sisters, a “super duper mafioso lieutenant meeting”.
The bell rang above the door and Toby looked up to see Hank-yay!-but there was something…no, someone attached to his back.
Hank pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards.
Clinging to Hank like a backpack was a man in a suit with a floating hat and what Toby had always thought of as buttwings; the dreaded demon Alcor. Or as Toby knew him, Hank’s Uncle Dipper.
Hank’s friends looked at Hank for a second. Dipper not only seemed to have no intention of letting go but was purring like a giant rumble box.
Hank blushed under the attention of his friends.
“Um, Uncle Dipper is being really clingy this morning-”
Lucy Ann laughed. “Dude, is your Uncle tripping on the catnip of the magic world?”
“Um….”
Toby laughed. “He’s like a big kitty.”
Dipper only purred louder, and clung even tighter to Hank, proving Toby right.
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Hank and His Supernatural Mafia 5/?
Thank you once again to gardenofphantoms who let me use her OCs Toby and Mandy and Lucy Ann and Kiyo (and one other person we will meet soon!), clockworksinger for helping me over a plot hump, and mayordomogoliat for talking Mafia at me.
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At 89, Grunkle Stan tended to sleep like a rock when he drifted off in his recliner or on the couch, or in his wheelchair.
This was good, at least for Hank’s sisters and girlfriend, because this meant he wasn’t going to wake up while they painted his fingernails and toenails.
Currently, Acacia was painting one of his feet a lovely fire engine red, Willow a bright blue, and Vivi and Reina were sharing the yellow for his hands.
Hank smiled and went to the Library, where his mom was, to escape the inevitable explosion (not that Stan would really do anything in the face of four determined nieces and niece-in-laws).
Hank ducked through the doorway and froze.
His mother was wearing her heart shaped glasses, a rainbow sweater with a giant picture of a ring on it and oh shit.
Hank and His Supernatural Mafia 4/?
Or, oh crap, shit starting to get real.
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Vivi reached up (with help from the box she was standing on) and put a hand across Hank’s mouth.
“Hank, I love you dearly, but if you say ‘Do you think everyone will find us?’ one more time you and I are going to have words.”
She uncovered his mouth and Hank blushed.
“It’s just….I have an obligation for everyone and I don’t want to let people down and…I’m just worried.”
Vivi couldn’t help but smile, and took Hank’s hand in hers.
“Hank, we’ve been telling the Crew for a month we were moving to Caruthers Park. And we made signs in three different languages to leave up behind the trash can. And we had Teena’s band go and let everyone know two days ago. It’ll be fine.”
Lucy Ann came up from behind the toting a ten gallon cooler of coffee. Her vampiric strength let her handle it with ease but her height ensured she looked like she was going to topple over.
She looked at Hank and said “Yes I got it. Don’t even start Hank.”
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