Featuring:Tom was home again. After filming for months, he was finally finished with Cherry. Tom and Harry flew back home, finally reuniting with their family. Ever since Tom found out that Harrison had hypnotised Harry, Tom had been determined to find out how to do it as well, so he could regain control of his brother and finally get payback. But it was a long process. Every day Tom and Harry were giving it a shot, hoping to finally put Harry under. The only reason Harry was playing along was because being controlled like that by Harrison was such a turn on for him. One day though, when the parents were out of town, Sam was just doing the laundry. He had picked up his washing basket and was just carrying it towards the washing machine. He was wearing a casual blue top and a pair of jeans and was barefooted. Sam was just about to pass Tom’s bedroom, when he heard voices.
“Just relax. Focus.” Tom was saying. Curious, Sam peeked through the crack of the door. He saw Tom sitting on his desk chair, opposite Harry who was sitting on the edge of his bed. Tom was wearing a tight grey shirt that was desperately trying to contain his chest and a pair of black sweatpants. Then Harry was just wearing a forest green top and a pair of grey shorts. “Tom, I don’t think just your finger will work. Harrison was using a tie.” Harry said as Tom had been moving his finger back and forth. “Okay, okay, let’s see…” Tom muttered, getting up and going over to his desk. Sam wasn’t really sure what they were doing, but instead of questioning them, he decided to just put the laundry basket down and watch. Tom was looking through his drawers in his desk before finally, he found something. “Perfect.” He smirked, pulling out the dog tags he was able to keep from the set of Cherry. “That’s hot.” Harry admitted as Tom sat back down. Sam frowned in surprise. Was that a flirt? “Let’s try this again.” Tom smiled. He dangled the dog tags from his finger, making them sway from side to side like a pendulum. “Now just focus. Focus on the dog tags.” Tom told his brother in a low, soothing voice. Sam found himself focusing on them too, staring intently at them. “Let my words wash over you. You’re safe. Everything here is calm and peaceful. Let yourself sink into my words as you relax deeply.” Tom continued. Both Harry and Sam found themselves becoming more and more relaxed, hanging onto every word Tom uttered. “Your eyes may feel heavy and want to close. Listen to your body and my voice as you begin to feel calm.” Tom said. The twins’ eyelids were drooping as they fell more and more under Tom’s control. “Give your mind to me. When I say… ‘HypnoTwinned’, you will be under my control.” Tom said with a little proud smirk. “Now, when I say ‘Cherry’, you will be snapped out of your trance.” Tom finished, before putting his dog tags around his neck. “Cherry.” And just like that, both twins’ looked up. They seemed back to normal, though maybe a bit confused. “Whoa… Did it work?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes as Sam did the same on the other side of the door. Sam was so confused. What the hell were his brothers doing? And how did that affect him? “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Tom smirked. “I felt pretty out of it.” Harry admitted. “What’s the trigger word?” “You realise if I say it and it worked, you’ll be my well-trained pet brother?” Tom reminded him. “Why do you think I asked?” Harry said, flirtatiously. Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Were his brothers-? “Hypnotwinned.” Tom said and like someone had flipped a switch, Sam’s thoughts stopped. Both twins went into a dazed state. Their eyes were half lidded and they both awaited commands.
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Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student. Featuring:The Gryffindor team have a steamy orgy before their first game, with the inclusion of Ron. The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful cheer of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.
“You've got to eat some breakfast.” “I don't want anything.” “Just a bit of toast.” Hermione wheedled. “I'm not hungry.” Harry felt terrible. In a couple hour’s time he'd be walking on to the pitch. “Harry, you need your strength.” Seamis Finnigan said. “Seekers are always the ones who get nobbled by the other team.” “Thanks, Seamus.” Harry sighed, watching him pile ketchup on his sausages. Featuring:Fred and George introduce Harry to their new invention, before taking his virginity. Harry and his new friend Ron had been sorted into Gryffindor and were following their Prefect, Percy, to their dormitory, as it was getting late and the feast had made us all very sleepy.
"Here we are." Percy said. At the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. "Password?" She said. "Caput Draconis." Percy said, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it - Neville needed a leg up - and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs. Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through the other. At the top of a spiral staircase - they were obviously in one of the towers - they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pyjamas and fell into bed. "Great food, isn't it?" Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. "Get off, Scabbers! He's chewing my sheets." Harry was going to ask Ron if he'd had any of the treacle tart, but he fell asleep almost at once. |
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