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slashingdisneypasta · 1 month

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Horror House Reacts... to Zoo Animals!

.I've been watching Robert Irwin and Dave Salmoni take wild animals onto the Jimmy Shows and scare the Jimmy's and various other guest stars sOooooo... I had to make this XD

Plot: We are gonna hand each horror Villains a dangerous animal and see how they handle it. Warnings: Swearing. No actual mention of meerkats despite the gif.

Audrey II: A European Brown Hare.

Audrey II, staring at this hare stood up on its hind legs giving them the Eye: ... that is one ugly bunny rabbit. Y/N: AUDREY TWO!!- Audrey II: wh- AM I WRONG?-

Audrey II has no fear, they're a plant from outer space. He also doesn't particularly care for animals though, since its pretty globally accepted that animals are allowed to eat plants when they're peckish... and understandably, they are not having that. Not in this green house XD Nu uh, no siree, nope nope nope, the hare is gonna get eaten first if he even looks at Audrey II wrong.

Billy Loomis: An Emperor Scorpion.

Y/N: Close your eyes and put out your hands. Billy: ... *sigh* *does as he's told as to not be called a coward* Y/N: *Places the scorpion in Billy's cupped hands* Open them! ^^ This is Phil, he's very chill. Please don't drop him. Billy: ... heheh, can I keep this?? Y/N: ?? What??? No, you cant keep Phil- Billy: I wanna leave him in Stu's bed. Y/N: DEFINITELY not-

Billy, is... *sigh*, a teenage boy.

Bubba Sawyer: A Red Kangaroo.

Bubba: *Very cautious, looking at this jacked foreign creature. He's never seen anything like this, he lives in buttfuck nowhere Texas with no tv.* Y/N: Here, Bubba. *hands Bubba a bouquet of gum leaves* Offer her these. Bubba: *Unsure, but approaches the weird pocketed creature and offers out the branches... Quickly calms down when the kangaroo starts simply munching on the leaves* Y/N: See? ^^ Bubba: *Already petting the kangaroo. Wants to take her home and keep her safe and pet her and give her leaves forever.*

Bubba does not love casually 😅😅😅 Once he's warmed up to someone, that person is his family and he wants to keep them safe. My suggestion?? Sneak the kangaroo back to the zoo in the dead of night while Bubba's asleep. (or call Drayton. He certainly don't want no goddamn kangaroo in his house)

Carrie White: A Boa Constrictor.

Carrie: Um, is this safe?? *Eyeing the snake's head closely as you place her gently over her shoulders* ... Y/N: Oh yeah, don't worry, this one's a sweetheart ^^ Carrie: Okay... *snake raises her head and looks around very peacefully, just surveying the room* Oh, she's sweet!... Y/N: She seems very comfortable with you! Carrie: ! Really??

Carrie was apprehensive at first, but when she realises that the boa is not feeling threatened (or hungry), she relaxes and spends quite a while with the snake in her arms! ^^ She's disappointed when she has to say goodbye ):

Chucky Lee Ray: An Eastern Canadian Moose.

Chucky: *staring up at this giant fucking creature, clearly ready to run at any second if the thing makes an unpleasant move* ... You have gotta be fucken kidding me. Y/N: Nope. This is Jessica-Mae! She's from Canada, and she's really nice. I think she'll let you sit on her back, if you wan- Chucky: No I don't wanna sit on Jessica-Mae's back actually Y/N, Jessica-Mae is a fucken monster- Y/N: c h u c k y

Chucky has a... healthy cautiousness when it comes to wild animals XD He does like tarantulas, though.

Freddy Krueger: A West African Lion.

Y/N: Okay so for this one, um, I'm uh... yeah I'm gonna step out. Freddy: ... wait. Wait wait wait. Why are you- *You close the door one side of the room and as soon as the lock clicks into place, the lion prowls in on the other side* Freddy: Oh. Freddy, hands out like 'i mean no harm': ... nice kitty Freddy: ... um. I saw the lion king. It was... a great piece of cinema; your people should be proud. Freddy: ... please don't eat me, you giant son of a bitch.

Freddy was SO EXCITED to meet an animal, but now he's got some concerns about those teeth and his privates.

Jason Voorhees: A Ussuri Grizzly Bear.

Bear: ... *Staring down Jason* Jason: ... *Staring down Bear* Bear and Jason: *Staring each other down* Y/N: ... *Wondering if you should do something* Jason: *Suddenly walks over and gives the bear neck scritches*

... this is a giant toothy puppy to Jason XD Jason loves wildlife, they were his friends growing up in the woods! ^^ And he knows how to keep them calm, so he's very good with them. He hangs out with the bear until its time to go outside, then Jason follows him outside and hangs with him out there ^^

Jennifer Check: A White Rhinoceros.

Jennifer, as soon as Grizelda the rhino steps in: -oh jesus fucking christ. Jennifer: You're fat. Y/N: Oy! Jennifer: What??? She's meant to be, right?? 🙄 G o d... look who's animal-cist. Jennifer: ... can I feed the fat bitch?

The fact that this is an animal does not change a thing about the way Jennifer talks to her XD She is so fascinated, though, and wants to feed Grizelda, pet Grizelda, ask many many questions about Grizelda... she loves her.

Jerry Dandridge: A Perentie Monitor Lizard (Goanna).

Y/N, helping goanna onto Jerry's lap: Now, be careful with Sandy, he can be kinda easily startled and then his claws will cut into your skin, and- Jerry: *Getting along great with the Sandy, Sandy is in the best mood you have ever seen him in; purring.* Y/N: ... Y/N: ... wtf, how?! Sandy's usually so grumpy!- Jerry: Oh I guess we just have a connection~

Jerry and reptiles get along great, they're cold blooded and he... is always cold. He has no blood. He's a vampire XD Try giving him a puppy, though, and watch that puppy leap away from him and growl like a possessed thing (Jerry gets so frowny about it XD).

Michael Myers: A Bengal Tiger.

Michael: *Stock still, actually considering running for the first time in 50 decades* Tiger: ... *yawns* *prowls over to Michael and lays on top of his feet, promptly falling asleep* Y/N: ... um. Well, I think she likes you?? Michael: *Does not move an inch for 3 hours while the tiger naps, staring at it*

Michael, just like cats... is a bitch. They basically adopt him into their family as their big dumb weirdo child (Yes, even the big terrifying ones) and there is not a thing grumpy old Myers can do about it XD

Pamela Voorhees: A Silver Fox.

Pam: *Loves the fox. Sitting in her chair and leaning down to give it treats. Cooing at her.* Y/N: You're so good with her! ^^ Pam: ~Stay away from my son, dear, and I wont have to sick her on you~ Y/N: ... D: What?

Pamela and a sharp toothed creature is a dangerous combination. Stay away from her son.

Patrick Bateman: An African Savanna Elephant.

Patrick: *A too-big smile glued to his face as he strokes the dirty wrinkly elephant* This is... this is fun... Y/N: I knew you'd like her! ^^ Anna is so sweet, and gentle, and quiet, so- Patrick: -You cant tell when I'm fucken lying through my t e e t h!?

Patrick doesn't like any animals, they're wild and filthy and break irreplaceable things he spent hard-earned money on to be unique, but he will force a pleasant face because that is what he does

Pennywise: A Mountain Zebra.

*i was tempted to do a turtle but... seemed too obvious XD Still unsure i made the right call*

Penny: Heheheheh, whats black, white and- Y/N: Don't do it. I swear. Dont do it. Penny: Okay okay okay, I'll be serious. Hey, why do zebras have stripes? Y/N: Oh, well they developed stripes because- Penny: Because they didn't want to be Spotted!

Penny c a n n o t s t o p m a k i n g z e b r a j o k e s. Otherwise, he's pretty good with the zebra. No problems ^^

Stu Macher: A Somali Ostrich.

Stu: Heheh... Y/N, these things don't bite, do they?? Y/N: Oh they totally do. *Hands Stu the leash* Anything with a mouth bites. Stu, levelling his gaze with the giant flightless bird: ... I will bite you back.

Stu is a little chicken, but he's also really curious!! XDD So sure, he'll hang onto the leash and feed the monster bird!! But he will absolutely crouch down and cover his head if the ostrich starts fluttering his wings. And don't you dare leave him XD

Tiffany Valentine: Baby Nile Crocodiles.

Tiff: Chucky!! We have new children now!! Chucky: THE FUCK WE DO- Y/N: N- no... you cant keep them actually... Tiff, ignoring you and Chucky: The kids are gonna love these ^^ Come on, sweethearts, into the sack, single file now- hey, Trudy, no biting your brother-

Tiffany is in love XD And you know how one-track-minded she can be when she's in love XD

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everythingbutdragons · 5 months

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...stuff under the cut.

Been imagining this-

Donnie sighing as he walks into his lab, turning down the small hallway that leads to his room. Glancing around before reaching up to his shoulder to press the button that releases his battle shell.

He lets out a low groan as he slippes it off his shoulders, hanging it up on the wall with his other creations. Taking off all his other gear, he quickly wiggles out of his shorts, hissing as cold air hits his tail. Donnie tucks his tail against himself before grabbing a pair of sweats and throwing them on.

Turning to his bed he hops onto it and shuffles in happy circles. Flopping down he buries his face into the nest of his clothing and yours, plus a few blankets and sheets. He churrs, happily wiggling and not particularly caring his ass was still in the air.

Bringing his hands in front of him, he stretches- the good kind that makes his brain melt. He relaxes into the bed again, your combined scents putting him on cloud-nine. His hind-brain was also happy, causing him to chirp subconsciously as his thoughts drift to you.

It was his season. Mating season. Donnie expected to be more prepared but his schedule had been thrown out of whack since hed started dating you. Not that he minds- you take care of him. Changing the sheets or blankets, bringing him food and water, keeping him company... there were so many things you did. He couldnt help the way his thoughts drift to the... more intimate things you help him with.

See, Donnie had always been a switch. He loved fucking you- trust me, with how loud he is you cant not know. But he also enjoys the other way around. And for some reason, his hind-brain effected that during his season. Donnie is a sub when its mating season. Whining when you ride him, or drooling when you fuck him. Hes not sure why, and sometimes it can frustrate and upset him. But you're always there to help him- the boy gets emotional during mating season too.

Sighing again he buries his face further into the sheets, trying to cool his mind. He didnt want to be riled up. Especially if you werent here. It never ended well. Whining in distress at the thought of what could happen, he didnt hear you walk into his room, a grin on your face.

Sneaking up behind him, delighted in seeing his ass in the air, his tail standing proud and wagging slightly, you reach out and brush it with your finger tips. Donnie yelps in surprise snapping his head around to look at you.

"Y-y/n?! I thought you were supposed to be home later-?"

"They let me leave early. Some guy stole something and cops came. So they said i could take the rest of the evening off," you chuckle, grabbing his tail and gently rubbing the underside of it with your thumb, watching him melt into the bed. "Plus, i didnt want to leave you for so long, especially with your season."

He chirps in response, eyes heavily lidded as his chin rested on one of your hoodies. You continue the gentle rubbing, feeling his tail twitch and eag in your palm. It had taken a long time for him to let you do this. Donnie had been very hesitant the first time you brought it up, given it was so sensitive and he didnt want to embarrass himself.

But you had been so gentle, carefully kneading it as he churred. It had actually put him to sleep- he now frequently asked you to do it, hinting at it after dinner or after a hard day at work. Even just when you two have woken up, he'll nuzzle his beak under your nose and ask softly.

Turning your hand, the gentle rubbing turns into a careful stroking, running your whole hand along his tail. He whines softly, his legs widening their stance as his hips dip a bit. Finding it hard to keep his eyes open, he buries further into your hoodie and groans.

You grin, bending over him slightly to reach his shell, rubbing at it. His response was immediate in a soft moan, his tail twitching. You keep stroking, watching him fall apart, smiling and cooing at him as he-

*coughs* anyways.

@desceros @lexiechr @nyxus-nyx

#f!donnie #future donnie x reader #future donnie x y/n #future donnie #rottmnt future donnie #ghhhhhh

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valentone · 21 days

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crazy fucking dream i had

so it's me and two other guys walking towards this house in the middle of a small field that's in the middle of a forest in the middle if nowhere (the only sign of society being a walmart that's like an hour away that's next to a theatre/bar thing) and we're looking around collecting samples of like plants and taking notes. one of looks into the distance where longer grass is (abt chest length) and notices something. a deer w what looks like a broken next. it's jumping on it's hind legs and w each hop the neck and head ragdoll but it's quickly approaching the third guy in my team.

we yell at him to run towards the house for safety. when he makes it in the deer sinks back into the grass. we make our way towards the house avoiding the tall grass. when we make it inside we talk to the family that lives there and they explain that what we saw was a curse. everyone who sees the deer will start seeing stuff that isnt actually there laying on the ground. it'll re appear whenever they get out of eyesight of it. until eventually they die a horrible death.

so we're fraking out and we start wondering what to do bc at this point it's revealed we're paranormal investigators waiting for the rest of our team to arrive. suddenly the man that was being followed yells and points towards a corner in the room. he sees a bald man just standing there. we dont know what to do so we set protection circles around him like blessed salt and holy water. we try to sleep later but he stays awake.

we get up in the middle of the night bc the second half of our team is supposed to b arriving soon. looks like a camera and lights guy and someone to carry our equipment. they're walking towards the house and we see them through the house's big glass sliding doors. the deer appears and runs straight at them and attacks them. they run off into the woods and we dont hear from them. we search for them and find nothing.

in the morning, the family that lives at the house (a daughter abt 7 years old, a mother and a father in their early 50s) asks if we can go to walmart for them to get somethings before this huge storm is supposed to come and we oblige since they r housing us. once we arrive the cursed man goes to the bar and says he's seen the bald man every mile since we drove awake from the house and wants to go to the bar. we go to buy supplies while he drinks. we try to leave to go back home but as soon as we paid for the groceries the sirens go off and we're all rushed into the back of the walmart where a shelter is at. even the patrons of the bar run here since the bar doesnt have a shelter.

we try telling them we have to go back but they wont let us leave. it's coming down extremely hard outside and definitely would not b a good idea to drive in these conditions but we keep insisting. we still cant leave. a night passes and i apparently have scrying abilities and look at the house at night in the storm. the deer has made its way into the home and the person it first targets is the daughter. my scrying gives out as soon as he makes contact w the daughter

when the storm ends we drive back and the house has been brutallly destroyed and the family cant b found except for body parts (hands, scalp, teeth). our second half of the team is nowhere to b found and the ppl we were (assumedly) hired by r dead. we leave the area (no cops involved or investigation idk why its a dream) and as we leave i see the deer looking at me. we leave expeditiously.

we arrive at a city and every church we step into asks us to leave. i cant bless myself and we dont have supplies to make a protection circle. we dont know why but the first guy to get cursed doesnt see anything anymore. but i do. every once in a while i'll see a brown paper bag w something inside. i dont know what i see but it's the scariest feeling ive ever had and every time it appears i start to freak out.

we go to a shop and buy some stuff, clothes i think, and a few days pass. i started realizing that i hadnt seen the bag around for a while, but as soon as i notice my third crew member throws up. he's seeing a decapitated head of the old man who helped us. we cant see it.

we figure out that the things we see have to do w trauma and try to figure out what to do w what we know and wonder what made me and my other friend stop seeing the entities. i say i stopped seeing them after buying new clothes. my friend says he stopped seeing it the night of the storm. we connect the dots and make a guess that making purchases might stop the curse somehow, maybe it even exchanges it to someone else but we're not sure why or how.

he buys something and gives a thumbs up as we leave. the i woke up

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yahoodarling · 2 years

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Kazuha X (GN)Reader X Aether PART 1

Warnings: Mentions of Tomos death, obsessive reader, manipulation

This is a base to build on for PART 2, more notes at the end of the fic.

The air was in unease, a looming presences lay heavy over Kazuha and Aethers shoulders. They stood in the wild, enjoying some time wandering Liyues hills together until the scent of danger hung over them.

"I cant tell what it is." Kazuha whispered, eyes and ears on alert as he scanned the trees and bushes.

"I cant either. This is weird, i don't like it."

"Lets just get out of here!" Paimon said, hinding behind Aether.

"Get in the teapot. Ill call you when its safe, wait for me." Aether says as he brings the teapot out which Paimon hesitantly enters.

"Now that thats done we should focus."

"Agreed. Lets just make some distance." They both move to walk out the sandwood forest, still on high awareness.

"This alludes me. I cant figure it out." Kazuha said slightly frustrated at being unable to detect what he usually could.

"What do you think it could be?"

"Im not s-"

"Im rather hurt Kazuha." You jeer, appearing out of thin air thanks to the electro vision sat on your hip. "You used to be able to notice my sound even in storm yet you couldnt here, should i take offense to that?" You laugh with a smile.

"Who-" Aether was cut of by himself as he looked to Kazuha for help, the look of clear dread on Kazuhas face made Aether hault in his words.

"Hey! Whats wrong?!"

"Id say. Cant even say hello back to an old friend?"

Kazuhas face molded from shock to a slight grimace, his teeth gritted together.

Aether was surprised, he had never seen Kazuha like this before. He stood on guard but mind ran with questions.

"Hmmm… i have time, why dont i explain the situation to you my dear golden traveller?" You say with a perky voice. "Come sit." You sit down on the grass and lay your sword to the side out of arms grasp, a show of temporary peace. Aether hesitantly sat down too, not sure how else to respond while Kazuha sat close next to him.

"You see, ive come for his head." You say with a smile. The blunt words made Athers stomach churn.

"Heres the story…"

The Kaedahara clan were masters of iron, their smiths skilled at smelting swords only true warriors could weild, every sword a unique build to match a unique person. Your family were a high ranking martial clan for the Shogun, masters of many wepons and worked in the shadows for her almightys wishes. Together the two clans joined, the one smelted the blades, the other gave each blade a purpose. You and Kazuha grew up together, both training to weild swords, enjoying practise together as kids, running in the wilderness as teens and striking down foes as young adults. Kazuhas skills were refined in order to understand a blade but yours were mastered and focused on. The skill difference never mattered, you both simply enjoyed the time spent. Two good friends became three and Tomo joined, a tight group forming and many nights spent laying in fields with swords and visions to the side and laughing at memories and stories to share. A close bond knit between the three of you, a bond that was put under a great strain.

"Just do it! Its the almighty Shoguns orders. We dont need our visions, we can fight just as well with out them." you tell your friends.

"Thats not the point, its what they mean." Kazuha rebukes with Tomo nodding along.

"I must agree, there is more from the future we can unlock. I cant just give my aspirations away."

"So you choose power over loyalty?" You sneer, disgust on your face.

"Its not that and you know it."

"Then what is it?! They wont stop till each vision is in their possesion and it is our duty as Inazumas citizens to follow our archon. What ever reasons she has is just enough for me."

"But its not for me"

You huff but you swallow your anger. "Fine. Im still handing mine in but i wont report you guys. Just, dont cause a mess." You give up dissapointed in your closest friends.

"Thank you" Kazuha says with a smile back on his face. "Even in disagreement we can still find acceptance, in that i find our bond special."

"Im gonna follow my families orders, i just hope they dont collide with our friendship."

"We will stay safe." Tomo nods with a confident smile.

"You watched him die." Kazuha interrupts. "You stood to the side and watched him give his life with out even a glance to protect him."

"It was his choice and i was under orders."

"Ive come to terms with his passing but… it still hurts that you just watched emotionlessly, unblinking at the death of our dearist friend. Does it not hurt you? Do you not feel sorrow in your soul?" He asks, almost pleaing.

"Anyway, …" you continue ignoring Kazuha

"How can i forgive you?"

"It was his fault. I warned you."

The rain blurred out your meeting with the newly declared criminal.

"What now?" Kazuha asks dejected, eyes empty as he held Tomos dim vision.

"Pass me the vision." You say sternly.

Kazuha looks up with a face of disgust. "You cant suggest that… You wish to give his vision?! All we have left?! Handing it away would be like surrendering him to them, i cannot allow that."

"Its the law."

"What happened to you excusing us?"

"There is no more 'us', just 'you' so give it to me by orders of-"

"Shut it! Shut up please!" Kazuha kneeled down into the dirt, rain soaking him that his tears went unnoticed. He couldnt keep himself stable, faced with a friends death and anothers betrayal, the comfort he wished for was not recieved.

You let him cry, you wernt a monster and you were his friend but you also had a duty, to your family and the Electro Archon.

"Two weeks. In two weeks time i must begin my hunt to take you down. After Tomos stunt you revield yourself and i cant hide you any more. I apologise but i cant hold my promise, i did what i could but my hands are tied." You turn around and walk away, not allowing grief to take hold of you and only the battle lust and mix of frustration and anger take its place, what your family provoked and army demanded of from you. "For the Shogun" you say and leave.

After two weeks you took on your task and began to track down your old friend. In the months to pass it was a game of cat and mouse, a hunter and prey. The fact Kazuha still had his vision while you did not have yours put you in great dissadvantage but you persisted and soon your battle lust grew, the chase excited you, everytime you saw Kazuhas shocked and hurt face excited you. This became a game, a game that hooked you. You missed what you once had with him and Tomo but that was all gone. What you were now was one of the Shoguns dogs, happy to fufil your masters demands.

Kazuah took to sea and you could not follow, bounded by the law you had to hault your chase over Kazuha and move onto other targets. It was dissapointing and in time you missed him greatly in both lust and genuine sorrow but the praise from your family you recieved got to you, rising in ranks every reward and promotion you got resulted in the lust taking over more and more of what was once genuine until the only reason you thought of Kazuha was for the rush it gave you.

The next time you saw Kazuha that same rush came, his aid to the resistance brought him back and you ate it up sadly it was short lived, you could not savor the hunt as the war ended so quickly. All of a sudden the Shogun took off the decree, vision holders could have their vision and Kazuha was removed as a criminal, it broke you, after so long of waiting for him to come back and now you just had to sit by and watch him go free?

"It is done. The war is over." Kazuha says before you.

You keep your head down, refusing to look at him to his face.

He sighed, "I am finally going to put Tomo to rest, please, join me." He pleas softly.

You scowl, unable to accept the defeat.

"I will not." You say simply, ignoring the reminant of pain you have by habit.

Kazuha was about to tell you off, how you were being immature and selfish but he held himself back. To him you were a sad person, fulled with hate, confusion and unsettled anger so he withdrew, not willing to fight you over it.

"Good bye" he says and walks away, he never knew a few days after you ended up visiting Tomos memorial to grieve for the first time in a long time.

It was a spark, perhaps you could embrace a better path, perhaps you could forgive and accept your mistakes but that spark was immediatly drentched away.

"How can she do this to us?! We gave her our everything, followed each of her rules and this is how she repays us? With a slap to our face?!"

"I cannot accept this, we lost. Its as simple as that and so easily too. Just what was the shogun thinking?"

Your family and other members complained, there were many outraged at how the war ended.

"My child," your parent called for you. "I want you to hunt down each main member that aided the resistance. You may start with whomever you wish but your new life duty is to erase them all, you hear me? Till your last breath you fufil this role. The Shogun has abandoned us, you may not listen to her rule any more."

Their order was conflicting, to go agaisnt your archon, the one you betrayed your friends for? But as the same time the news was exciting. You could choose who you wanted to hunt down first? You had someone on mind.

"And with borders opening and getting my vision back, im here, in the flesh. Liyue is quite different to Inazuma, its a nice breath of fresh air haha." You laugh.

Aether looks at you stunned, the story you just told was not one you should just laugh about afterwards.

"So you are continuing persuimg me even if it goes against the Electro Archons rule?" Kazuha asks but more so tried to make you follow back into your loyalty for her.

"Im in the land of Geo, her word cannot reach these mountains." You chuckle and stand up, grabbing your blade causally and stretching your shoulders. Your movement immediatly gets Aether and Kazuhas attention as they leap to defence.

"Now, we have the wandering Kadehara Kazuha and the golden traveller, Aether, two big roles in the war. Im rather lucky i can take down two birds at the same time haha."

"Ready your blade Kazuha, i wish to see your improvement!"

Ayy, this DEFINITELY needs a part 2 BUT in what direction shall it go? Comfort/redemption or Dark content? I coukd turn it smut ngl… comfort smut or dark content smut. What ever way this gets recieved ill write the second part to the majority reaponse.

Should i stick with this colour coded system? Does it make it easier to read?

#yahooworks #genshin imapct #genshin x gn reader #x gn reader #x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x female reader #x female reader #genshin kazuha #genshin aether

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kpopper · 2 years

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its mouse anon, back at it again

no worries, I'm also on here very inconsistently but that really warms my heart <33 I'll do my best to make it worthwhile for you!!

I work as a transportation engineer and it's a pretty niche field but I use programs like autocad on a daily basis

signal ... was definitely a show that I loved in the beginning but it got super dark and sad *cries in corruption* but I agree with that, I hide behind my anger at those types of shows. that being said, the guest and save me is still on my to watch list lol

I still haven't finished twenty five twenty one cause it's not a show I can watch in one setting! it's good but in small doses!!

the time travel shows are really hit and miss cause it throws off everything! but I ignore the time travel and the plot holes cause some of the time travel shows had really good characters

the killer's shopping list was good and short! it is a little odd cause it's more comedy than serious for most parts of the show. it's not the next Stranger but I still enjoyed it!

ahhh the business proposal!!! that show was *chef's kiss* super good! I loved both couples, but the ending was super cliche you could make a drinking game of how many cliches they had in the last episode haha both of the couples were very cute i agrees so they get a pass

prosecuter doberman <33 don't @ me but I didn't think Ahn Bo Hyun was good looking until My Name and Military Prosecuter. Itaewon Class did him so dirty (that show was overhyped too but ignore that if you liked it!) I sped through the last half cause I was hooked! and attorney woo too! I heard the cast went on a vacation on their own personal time and that's so cute of them! I think there may be a season 2 too!!!

ooh! minamdang cafe and big mouth is on my list! let me know if big mouth is similar to the Brazilian drama and your thoughts on it!

I live in the krama universe but I'll check out severence! I've also been meaning to watch The Great on Hulu. I'm currently watch Dark on Netflix (a German scifi show) and it's so complicated in a good way!

I recently rewatched Flower of Evil <333 I plan to start Lawless Lawyer soon and I have so many shows on my radar (once upon a small town, tomorrow, little women, rookie cops, dali and the cocky prince and all the shows you've recommended just to name a few) *cries in having no time*

I hope you're feeling safe and happy and I cant wait to hear from you!! <3

(mouse anon pt 2)

I always try to remember to send one ask at a time but I always forget something forgive me!!

I've been seeing reviews for the good detective 2 and they seem to be positive, so I'm also planning on watching it too!

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transportation engineer sounds so cool tbh no idea what these programs mean though lmao

honestly save me was.... u gotta have stomach for it. and its such a good criticism against the hmmm idek the english term for it. righteous religious people who u know. just hind behind god to do whatever the fuck a christian shouldnt do, like 99% of society. its good but u gotta punch a pillow every five minutes and also it gets super dark sometimes.

i feel u about twenty five twenty one, its not something you binge watch. i felt the same in hospital playlist but did not leave so scarred after it. also with 2521 kinda ruined future shows for me like the main couples..... ok i see yall trying with the chemistry but ARE you na heedo and baek yijin? i dont think so!!!!!! so basically im watching dramas for the plot cause the couples and relationships in it aint it ever since that damn show. extraordinary attorney woo got a pass cause taeoh smiles like THAT and eunbin is so good though.

the killer's shopping list was good and short! it is a little odd cause it's more comedy than serious for most parts of the show >>> the same for cafe minamdang!!! like most of the time they are being ridiculous and suddenly you have two minutes of pure dark drama. but its fun.

i enjoyed itaewon class a normal ammount tbh lmao though i agree ahn bo hyun went above and beyond looking disagreable on it. when i watched my name i knew he looked familiar but was shocked to see from where i knew him

regarding big mouth... i think you'll like it. like i have no other comments on it. you should watch it. its just the right type of entertaining. i think it will be right up your alley

honestly i watched dark season 1 and it took so long for s2 to come out i forgot everything and it seemed too convoluted for me to keep on going fsdklfdsjjkdsl but ive only ever seen good recs over it

im very excited for little women!!! but it still hasnt arrived on my netflix so i gotta wait till october or smth. im getting by with some weekly releases but thats it.

hope youve been well <3333

#answered #mouse anon

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summerlycoris · 2 months

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I wish i could just fall in line about the israel/palestine conflict (because while its called a war, it cant be if one side only has a militia at best)

Just. Fall in line with the most extreme pro-pal arguments-

'fuck israhell! They all need to be shipped back to europe!' (Half the population was expelled or migrated from mena countries, fleeing persecution in places like Yeman and Syria. And the people who were born there? Where would you send them? If they have german ancestors, but speak no german, as an example.)

'They deserve to die for the genocide of Gaza.' (Do you also believe Russians should die because of Putins war on Ukraine? Israel has 7 million jewish people living there. Out of a global population of 15 million. Thats over half of a small population. That death toll would be higher than the jewish victims of the holocaust.)

'Why are you distracting yourself from the real deaths happening in Palestine right now?' (Valid point. I dont like to just look at the here and now. I try to consider how my actions affect the future. Its not perfect, and I think its just pointless ruminating more than anything. But I do try to consider the future.)

Its just. If i could turn my brain off and go with the flow, Id be happier. Id thought for ages i couldnt be affected by peer pressure like neurotypicals can. But this is proving me wrong.

Im so tired. Of trying to think about what im doing. I wanna just be numb to nuance. Black and white thinking would be easier. All Israelis are evil, there is nobody there begging for peace.

(Itd be easier if i could believe that.)

This situation has got me questioning- how much of my earlier beliefs were really mine? And how much was just me passively taking in what people i trusted told me?

Can we get a ceasefire yet? Please?

I dont want to see more people getting blown up or shot or starving. I dont want to see Shani Louks corpse in the ute when I try to go to sleep. I dont want to see Hind when I look at my sister. Hear her cousin screaming as shes shot. Hear Hind begging for someone, anyone, to come take her. See dead babies in tiny bags. See more misinformation spread without regard for who it targets, or hurts. I dont want to try to find news articles that arent inflammatory. I dont want to see people burning themselves alive. I dont want to feel guilty for not being able to donate more money to gofundmes, and fundraisers. I dont want to see people I trusted posting blood libel anymore. Or revisionism. Or warmongering. Havent you (general you) seen enough blood for a lifetime?!?!

It seems to me that everything is spiraling completely out of control. And theres nothing I can do to stop it.

#summerly talks #i havent slept much last night. these thoughts kept rumbling through my head #i want to. write stuff that isnt this #but my brain is caught in a loop and i cant shut it down yet ffs

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i-cant-afford-therapy · 1 year

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wow, i forgot about this blog lol

Its been what? 3? 4 years?

I remember using this as a poetic way of describing my pain. Using this blog to show representations of my abuse and how i thought effected me and my siblings.

I didn't get to far before the perpetrator of my pain found this blog and yelled at me for it. It was not the person who used me like a doll, nor the person who made me and my kin suffer as toddlers.

No it was the second man our mother had deemed perfect to spend the rest of her life with. She has shit taste in men.

He is a loathsome, selfish, self-pitying masochist that couldn’t get over his first wife and it shooowed. A narcissistic worm who couldn’t find the guts to fix his life so he ruined the lives of this wife and step children.

This new tormentor in my life came immediately after my sperm-doner was carted off to prison and after the divorce, my mother married this new man 5 months later. At the time he seemed to be a hero, to lift us all up and bring us joy. But hind sight is 20/20. He was a toxic ickier that threatened to poison us all.

As we grew in age, his kind requests became stern and almost threatening demands. He once brought me comfort on the nights I recalled my first tormentor’s actions; now the thought of him brings me sorrow and rage.

He never once laid hands on us, never once followed through on his threats, and never once directly harmed us, but his words were like acid, eating at my self esteem, my passion, my drive. At many points my mother could have been forced to bury several of us because of that man’s venomous maw. and she knew it. There’s no way she didn’t.

The man, who I now know is a monster, laid claim to my body and my mind, Forming both to his liking. “You can’t wear that, you’ll look like a slut.” “Don’t eat that you’ll get fat.” “You look like a clown, go whip off that makeup” Each word eating away at me like acid. “You are a fool for believing those things” “You can’t agree with those people, that would make you evil.” “Why in the world would you say that?! Do you think you are above God?!”

Soon my mother became a hallow echo of everything he said. She watched as we all fell to this man’s narcissistic abuse, and she joined in. and when I spoke out about being unhappy they blamed my feelings on the first man, who I hadn’t seen of thought of in years.

And the worst part is I believed them, I thought I was the problem. I was being too sensitive, too emotional, too easy to persuade, but now I see who had the puppet stings; who held the bow of the fiddle. They morphed my mind, ever since I was little.

I was in love with the nails hammered into my flesh, the razors in my mouth and the bullet in my brain. I was in love with the abusers and sometimes, I don’t know how I got away.

And now I’m here. And I hate them both. But I haven’t spoken to them in 2 years, and I feel so fucking stupid for missing them. I want to scream and cry and feel this hurt. I want to hurt them just as bad, Ruin them and leave the hallow. Another part wants to talk this out and salvage whats left, hopefully change them for the better. And another part, one I’m very afraid of, wants to run back and sob in their arms.

I hate them, I miss them, But I won’t ever, ever let myself forgive them.

and that is where I’m at. And I STILL cant afford therapy.

#i cant afford therapy #i hate my mom #i hate her husband #Don't get me wrong #Im happier that I've ever been #But part of me still misses them

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seiifuyu · 2 years

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inazuma men as filo highschool boys. [headcanons]

characters : ayato, itto, thoma, kazuha, scaramouche, heizou & gorou

a/n : this is written in Tagalog hence the title so im sorry if you cant read/understand it :( also credits to my friends for helping me formulate ideas for this one, ily 🥰

ayato :

class president na hinahayaan kayo magkopyahan basta di kayo magpapahuli

walang pake kung may inspection, alam na alam nya kung san ung mga hiding spots

plastik sa mga teachers; masunurin kapag kaharap sila pero pag tumalikod yan apaka lutong nung mga mura nya

“hoy no eating in the classroom baka mapagalitan ako” pero sya mismo kumakain

madalas tahimik yan pero alam nya lahat ng chika about each student

lagi nakikipag laban kay itto sa mga laro pero syempre sya nananalo

itto :

varsity player na crush ng bayan pero di sya aware

lagi pinapaikot ung bench and bath na bimpo

pa fall pero di nya napapansin kasi apaka dense nya

ang laman lang ng bag : isang notebook tapos isang ballpen (nag bag pa sya noh?)

nagdodrawing lagi ng kabastusan sa board

loko loko pero mabait naman <3

thoma :

friendly and sociable, lahat ata pati janitor tsaka nagtitinda sa canteen kaibigan nya

bibigyan ka ng flowers and chocolates tuwing valentines day (jowa ka man nya o hinde)

kakainin pa din nya ung pagkain kahit nahulog na sa floor

"wala pang 5 seconds tol”

lagi nauutusan ni pres bumili ng pagkain sa canteen

iintayin ka sa labas ng classroom nyo (cleaners ka man o hinde) tapos ihahatid ka

bubuhatin din nya bag mo, wala syang pake kung madami syang bitbitin basta importante di ka mapagod ayie

kazuha :

lagi syang nagsusulat nung mga tula tapos lagi sumasali sa spoken poetry competition (syempre lagi din sya nananalo)

kapag binibigyan sya ng love letter binabalik nya kasi di nya bet ung sulat mong tula (cinocorrect pa nya mga mali mo godbless)

smooth talker masyado, di mo malaman laman kung nilalandi ka ba o ano…

amoy fresh lagi, kahit pinapawisan yan mabango pa din

lagi nga lang lutang pero ok lang pogi naman

apaka gentle nya tapos humble din :(

scaramouche :

mayabang na rich kid

“bro do you see this new sapatos ba? Its not binebenta pa here, pero nabili sya ni daddy for me”

baon lagi 1k pero ayaw nya manlibre

feel nya sya ung superior sa lahat

CONYO JUSKO

“yuck i dont interact with mahihirap na people like you”

heizou :

mahilig masyado sa mysteries, kahit maliit na bagay ginagawang investigation

alam lahat ng chika kahit pabulong mo pa sinabi yan, matik alam na nya agad

“hoy lika dito may chika ko sayo tungkol kay scaramouche tsaka kay kazuha”

di mo alam kung san nya nahahagilap ung mga chika na meron sya

minsan matalino pero madalas bobo

gorou :

goody two shoes masyado tapos sumbungero pa

"maam si thoma po pinapakopya si itto”

maraming may ayaw sakanya pero mabait naman sya most of the time

lagi kasi pinapaalala sa teacher na may homework e

very masunurin (pero minsan wala lang talaga syang choice)

kazuha : oh kala ko ba di ka sasali sa contest, anyare?

gorou : no choice pre...

likes, shares, comments & reblogs are appreciated :)

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin ayato #genshin itto #genshin thoma #genshin kazuha #genshin scaramouche #genshin heizou #genshin gorou #genshin imagines #seiifuyu headcanons 🍵#seiifuyu

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random-fandoms-fanfics · 2 years

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Can you do a short story of young bruno (like in his twenties) meeting fem! Reader. They become friends and as the years goes on it becomes more. When he disappears she sad and cant come near casita. When he comes back, he goes and sees her and they have a happy ending. Please❤️

Hope you enjoy, even with how much there is.

You wondered around the village looking at the cracks and hidey holes hidden all over the village, all the while ignoring the yells of your father, making it to the town square you sat down on the fountain ledge, watching the people around you going along with their day, going from person to person your eyes landed on two green eyes, smiling you waved your fingers at him, him shyly waving back. A girl dressed in yellow walked up to the man, pushing him towards you and gesturing for him to keep going, the young man marched over to you with his hood over his head, he sat next to you, sitting their slightly until he turned to you, “hello I’m Hernan-Bruno, I’m Bruno,” you watched as he jerked his head back, tossing his hood off his head,

“My name’s is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you,” holding your hand out Bruno grabbed it, shaking it with vigour, “who was that girl, the one who pushed you?” looking back over to where the girl stood you saw her whispering to another girl who was handing out food to injured people, “my sister Pepa, she’s always trying to help me make friends,”

“So kind, I wish my sister was like that, she’s overly protective,”

“Why? did something happen?”

“Well I was born early and very weak, I’m still affected by it,”

“Well I could see if you last to old age,” looking up at him you cocked your eyebrow, you looked away from him for a second, seeing if someone heard him, “pardon?”

“Well I can use my gift to look into the future to see if your birth defect will majorly affect your life,” you only became more confused, scooting away from the man,

“are you saying you can predict the future?”

“Well yeah, do you not know who I am?”

“I know you’re Bruno but I just learned that, am I supposed to know more?”

“Well yeah I’m a Madrigal,”

“A what?” the two of you stared at each other, Bruno becoming confused before smiling, sitting up straighter and closer to you “oh, oh well then let’s not talk about my family and just talk about something else, do you like plays?”

Busy at your desk you heard a squeaking next to you, looking beside you, you saw a little brown rat sitting up on its hind legs, “hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” scratching her chin the little rat enjoyed your touch before showing you the note attached to her back. Grabbed it you read the small note, ‘let’s meet up at the boulder stack this evening, I stole some treats from my sister and I got a bottle of my mother’s wine’ laughing at his note you grabbed a small piece of paper, answering him and attaching the note onto Cariño’s back, after handing her a corn kernel, “such a good girl, now run back to Bruno and don’t get lost,”

Jogging up the hill you made it to the stack of boulders, “Bruno, are you already up?” with a smile Bruno’s head popped over the side, waving to you before lowering his hand down to you, taking a few steps back you ran at the pile, grabbing Bruno’s hand as you ran up the side of the boulder with him pulling you up. Reaching the edge of the top boulder you were flung you up on top of Bruno, the two of you crashing against the rough surface, looking up you crossed your arms on his chest, resting your chin on your arms, “hey,”

“Hello,” laying in silence you smiled down at Bruno as he gazed back up at you, your moment interrupted by one of Bruno’s rats crawling out from his hair and ‘kissing’ your cheek, “oh hello baby, where were you hiding?” as you nuzzled the white rat Bruno gleamed up at you.

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With stained cheeks you sat on top of the boulder pile watching the sun set with a big fat black rat in your lap boggling as you pet his head, out of the corner of your eye you saw Bruno sit besides you, looking away from you and fiddling with a little gold chain necklace, “hey (Y/N),”

“Hi,” the two of you sat there in silence for what felt like hours, you refusing to look at him with Bruno unable to look at you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blow up,” humming in response he turned to you, “I don’t even know why I said it, I was just,” Bruno slammed his hands down against the large rock, trying to dig his fingers into the solid surface, “I’m sorry,” as you leaned your head against Bruno’s his shaking breath got sucked into his throat, hesitantly leaning back against you and grabbing your hand, “did you mean what you said?” he emitted a negative noise with his head slightly shaking, “then why did you say,”

“....cause how could someone like you love me back,”

“Because you’re funny, incredibly sweet, I just love being around you, I also love your creativity like how you do those little things with your rats, how could I not love you,” turning to Bruno you smiled down at him, seeing that he had turned to you, peering up at you with big teary eyes, “you love me?”

“Of course,”

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Pulling your eyes open you looked around the room you were in, you could barely make out the brick walls and the furniture strewn about, yawning you pushed yourself up onto your elbows getting ready to leave but you were stopped as you felt the bed move, looking down you saw a man beneath you, his curly black hair strung against the red pillow and his stubble moving with the man’s gentle breathing, cupping his face you gently caressed his cheek and watched as he subconsciously nuzzled into your hand, “oh gatita,” Bruno’s eyes slowly opened with his brows furrowed, his face relaxing when his eyes landed on you, “morning,”

“Good morning dear, was your sleep ok?” Bruno shrugged and rolled onto his side, burying his face into his pillow, laying back down you spooned him from behind, your head buried into his neck, “just for a few more minutes ok, we can’t stay here forever,”

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Waking up hot and sweaty you looked around your room, seeing Bruno resting his chin on a crib with a massive smile on his face, “gatito,” his head snapped over to you, quickly jumping over and engulfing you in a hug, “mi amor my sweet angel, you did incredible, mi cariño,”

Humming Bruno looked down in the crib, his fingers wiggling before reaching down into the crib, pulling out a small bundle wrapped in a lime green cloth, reaching for it Bruno placed the bundle into your arms, watching you mutter sweet nothings to the babe, you were expecting Bruno to come over and enjoy the moment but he went back over to the crib, pulling out another bundle wrapped in green, but it was much darker, “Bruno?” He placed the second babe into your arms, looking down you saw a copy of your first baby there, but unlike your first it was staring up at you with brilliantly green yet unfocused eyes, “Honey did the baby get their gift early, there’s tw- oh there’s three,” Bruno had another baby in his arms, this one wrapped in a maroon cloth and one of their arms free, waving all over the place, their tiny fist almost hitting Bruno, “no? you birthed all three of them remember,”

“All I remember is a lot of continuous pain,”

“Well they were really close and you did pass out right after, um surprise we have three baby boys,”

“Boys, three boys, we have three boys to raise at once,” sinking into the two boys in your arms you heavily sighed, “fuck,”

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You sat on Bruno’s bed, fiddling with one of his spear ruanas and staring at the small family photo that sat across from you, “Mama,” looking down you saw your oldest, Desmond, dressed in maroon he smiled up at you, your face didn’t change and you simply turned back to the picture, he grabbed onto your sleeve, pulling himself up besides you and hugging your side, wrapping your arm around the small boy you held him close to you as you focused on the picture of the smiling man who once held you.

“There is no reason to leave, what if the boys’ gifts are effect,”

“I don’t care, I can’t stand being in this house and neither can the boys, we’re leaving,” standing above the old woman she shrunk away from you, “please,”

“I can’t, it feels wrong being here, I wake up sick, I live parinoided, I can’t sleep, I just can’t,” the old woman grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to her and rubbing your back, “I just don’t want the family to split,”

“The boys will still come over, I can’t stop them but I, I just can’t be here anymore,” looking up at her you kissed her cheek, pulling away from her and leaving Casita with bags in hand, standing just outside the front doors you watched your boys, them hugging their cousins, tias, tios and their Abuela goodbye before following after you with their own bags, them waving to the family as the four of you left Casita, the house shaking with each step you took away from the house.

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“Mama!” groaning you turned away from the cupboard, looking down at your youngest boy he fiddled with his shirt, “I can’t find Mrs Revuelve,”

“Where did you lose her?”

“I don’t know, I can’t find her,” Chico began tearing up, his voice cracking, hushing you brought him into your arms, “it’s ok, can you please think about where you left her,”

“I don’t, maybe in the nursery,”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave her somewhere else, did you take her on a hike,” he shook his head, wiping the tears in his eyes, “do you really need her tonight?” he nodded, grabbing onto your shirt and yanking it, “ok, mama will be back, just stay with your brothers,” removing his hands from your shirt you pushed him towards his room and left the house, your legs immediately going weak as you stood outside your door, taking a deep breath you forced yourself forwards, stumbling towards the magical house on the hill.

Pressing your hand against the door you steadied your breath, “hola Castia, um, can search for my boy’s toy, he thinks it might be in the nursery,” you waited there, watching the unmoving house before it cracked one of the doors open, “thank you,” sliding through you crept through the house, your breath went back to an uneven mess as your eyes darted around the house. Making your way up the stairs you walked towards the nursery door, stopping and jolting as a loud creaking came from behind you, staring at where the noise came from you stood there few a good minute or two, looking to your sides you rushed over to the door knocking on it, jittering as you waited for a response but when you got nothing you entered the room, finding it incredibly messy with toys and clothes strewn about, craft items like paint, brushes, paper and glitter where in the centre of the room like Camilo and Mirable had to leave it in a rush.

Scrambling around the room you searched through the toys and under the clothing that littered the room, peering under Mirable’s bed you saw a familiar lumpy shape under it, reaching for it you grabbed it’s soft body and pulled it into your chest, there was the capybara toy, her makeshift face smiling up at you, “come on ms, let’s get home,” cracking the door open you peered out, waiting for a few seconds before crawling through the gap, sighing you turned around and saw Pepa standing there, confused, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Pepa, Chico left Mrs Revuelve here and he really wanted her back,” Pepa walked up to you, wrapping her arm over your shoulders, “you know you don’t have to explain yourself, you know you can come over whenever,” she held up close to her as she led you down the stairs, about to drag you over to the dining room but stopped herself looking to you, “do you want to grab some dessert or go right home?”

“Home please,” leading you to the doors Pepa began gossiping to you, whispering you all of the things you knew Dolores told her over the week, you became engrossed in Pepa, telling her your own gossip and random stories about your boys.

Before you knew it you were in your house, drinking tea and eating biscuits with Pepa as you continued your conversation, “Mama?” turning you saw Pedro standing at the bottom of the stairs with a blankly, “oh sweetheart you scared me, you ok?”

“You woke me up,”

“I’m sorry, let’s get you back to bed,” grabbing the boy’s hand you led him back to his shared room and helping him back into his bed, “Ma did you get Mrs Revuelve?” looking to Chico you nodded and pulled the stuffed animal out of your bag, “please make sure you always have him if you take him somewhere,” he snatched the toy from you and held it to his chest, rapidly nodding, “that’s my good boy,” you gave each boy a kiss on the head you before you rejoined Pepa with a hushed voice.

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Rubbing Julieta’s arm you sat her down, holding her against you as she lightly shook, “they’re going to find her, Mirable couldn’t have gotten that far,” Julieta looked up at you, going to say something but was cut off by the neighing of a horse, Julieta ran out of your lap calling out for Mirable, you ran right after her, watching as the two embraced in front of the destroyed house.

You held onto Pepa she led all of you inside the rubble as she followed Mirable, you were calmed by by her singing, turning to the old woman you watched as Alam came through the door, singing her part of the song and gesturing behind her, looking over to where she was pointed all of the air exited your lungs, the scrawny man dressed in green walking closer to the family and waving to his sisters who ran at him with two of your boys, them lifting Bruno up into the hug. As you struggled to keep your breath calm Desmond came up next to you, holding you against his chest, “mama?”

“I’m going home,” yanking yourself out of his grip you left the crumbled house, Bruno watching you as you walked away, growling at his father Desmond marched right after you.

Bruno excused himself from the family song, running after you with Chico and Pedro behind him, “(Y/N)!” looking behind you, you saw Bruno running towards you with a smile on his face, frowning at him you quickened your pace, as you sped walked away Desmond turned around, going for Bruno but was stopped by his brothers restraining him, running past the three Bruno was catching up to you, “(Y/N)!” you kept trying to run away from him, ignoring him until he grabbed ahold of your forearm, stopping you from moving, “(Y/N), mi… amor,” you turned to him, frowning down at his crumbled form, “Bruno, you’re looking terrible,” he shyly smiled up at you, his shoulders still hunched together, “well yeah, what you get after living in the walls for ten years,”

“You what?”

“Lived in Casita’s walls for ten years,”

“You disappeared for ten years, making me think you were dead and all this time you were hiding in Caista,”

“Yes?”

“You bastard, you left me and you were right there in that house and you didn’t tell me,”

“Yeah! I know you, you would’ve wanted to come along and you didn’t deserve a day in those walls plus you shouldn’t have to deal with my problems,”

“You didn’t deserve to live in there either gatito, and don’t think I wouldn’t have helped you with anything,” grabbing his face you pulled him closer to you, your forehead resting against his, “my dear Bruno, a man as sweet as you only deserves love,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder, “please forgive me,”

“As long as you don’t leave me again, do it and you’re dead,” pulling back from Bruno you caressed his cheeks, “understandable,” smiling at him your eyes drifted over Bruno’s shoulder, seeing your boys awkwardly standing a few feet away, reaching for them, they ran over to you, almost sending the two of you to the ground as they wrapped you and Bruno in a hug.

#encanto x reader #encanto bruno #encanto #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal

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delimeful · 3 years

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you cant go back (2)

warnings: fear, miscommunication, guilt, mentions of theoretical gore/injury, dehumanization, referring to a person as 'it', general angst

For the fourth day in a row, Lady Macbeth had spurned him.

Roman frowned, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his head and tossing it over the back of a kitchen chair.

Lady was old, smug, and occasionally very cranky, but she wasn’t deaf like Ophelia-- she always came prancing over once she heard his keys rattling in the lock, delighted at the opportunity to smear cat hair all over his pants and get her claws stuck in his shoelaces.

Yet here he stood, catless.

For the past few days, too, she hadn’t been in the house at all when he got home. He’d been downright worried that first day, uneasy until she strolled back in at dusk.

They had an expansive backyard that their younger cats took delight in frolicking in, but their second-oldest cat was a rare visitor to the outdoors. Lady was first and foremost a homebody, and she preferred a warm body to sit on. Their squishy heat-generating human bodies were the only reason she hadn’t assassinated them all in their sleep by now, according to--

Roman cut the thought off sharply, feeling familiar grief pit up in his throat. He shook his head, the motion harsh enough to make his neck twinge. There was no time for standing about and pondering! He had a cat to locate!

A determined jut to his chin, he grabbed what supplies he would need for this perilous journey-- cat treats, a catnip toy, even a tempting cardboard box-- and strode confidently out the backdoor.

For the next half-hour, he wandered around the acres of their property, greeting each of the goats and chickens by name as he checked all the most common cat hidey-holes.

He’d almost given up by the time he stumbled across the old barn, pant legs covered in burrs and the beginnings of a sunburn across the back of his neck. Whatever delightful cat secrets Lady was so busy with, surely he could discover them when it wasn’t the middle of summer.

Just before he could turn around, though, he noticed that one of the doors was just slightly ajar.

Roman felt his brow gradually scrunch up the longer he stared at it. It had been locked up after the last of the old supplies had been moved from it, hadn’t it? The last big storm had proved it wasn’t weather-worthy, his dad had plans to take it apart for timber, ones that had seemingly been forgotten after… afterwards.

Petty inconveniences of getting there forgotten, Roman crept closer on light feet, grip tight on the catnip mouse in his hand. The wind died down at an eerily perfect moment, and he strained to hear beyond those old wooden walls.

Not everything is a grand conspiracy, a voice in his head reminded him, sounding suspiciously similar to Specs, it could simply be someone without housing that took the opportunity for shelter provided by the abandoned barn.

Roman sidled halfway through the ajar door, and froze at the sight of an upright humanoid figure only a few meters away. Something about it wasn't right, instantly putting him on edge. He kept staring, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

(“I’m telling you, these lights were strange even by my standards! Almost… alien.” An unsettling grin that was a beat late.)

The figure’s head was dropped forward, but he could tell even from this distance that it wasn’t human, with shiny purple-grey segmented skin and legs with knees facing the wrong way. It had spiky shoulder joints, but its arms seemed to be tucked behind it.

(Roman had shoved him off the couch, sour about being taken in by one of his tales, and he hadn’t brought it up again.)

Most alarming of all, there were four long, spindly limbs stretched out into the air behind it, seemingly spawning from its back. The legs were spider-like in nature, but shiny instead of hairy, and each one ended in a sharp point. As he watched, he could see the limbs shifting slowly, pairs of them lifting and falling in odd synchrony with the creature’s slow breathing.

(Roman had been freaked out, and his brother had dropped the subject. He should’ve asked, he should have known something was wrong--)

“Miaow.” A plaintive voice called, nearly startling Roman out of his skin.

He tore his gaze away from the (alien) mystery intruder, and felt his jaw drop as he took in Lady Macbeth’s current position. Loafing on the feet of an insidious intruder?!

For shame, he mouthed silently at her.

Lady blinked slowly and continued to purr, unbothered by his accusatory stare. One of those spider limbs shifted again, making Roman swallow nervously. He really didn’t want to see what sort of automatic reaction an extraterrestrial’s stabby-arms would have to finding a cat in its space.

He waved the catnip mouse enticingly. Lady gave him the bland look of a cat who had preferred those expensive feather toys for as long as he had known her. Roman resisted the urge to facepalm.

The insanely dangerous method it was, then.

Putting all his sneaking skills to use, he sidled further into the barn, dropping into a crouch and beginning to creep across the dirt floor as slowly as possible. Each step was carefully placed, almost entirely silent, and whenever those freaky appendages twitched, he froze in place for a full thirty seconds.

The alien’s head remained lax (asleep?) as he drew closer, but Lady refused to entertain his desperate motions for her to leave her ill-chosen bed. At this rate, he’d have to pick her up off of it, and hope that she didn’t complain too much on the way out.

He shifted his weight forwards, and suddenly all four of the arms were still, almost taut in the air. Only a couple feet away, the alien’s head bobbed slightly. His time was up.

Clenching his teeth, Roman made a gamble.

He tossed the little mouse toy directly at the space above the alien’s head and dove for Lady.

There was a whistle, like a whip or an arrow sliding through the air, and Roman made the mistake of glancing up as soon as he had his hands securely around Lady’s body.

All four of the spider limbs had jabbed into the same point, skewering the toy from several different angles. The alien was certainly awake now, and it had four times as many eyes as any one person could reasonably need. Between one heartbeat and the next, those huge dark irises went from staring at the poor mutilated toy to staring at Roman.

Terror shot through him and he gave up on subtlety, throwing himself back as hard as he could and hoping that he made it out of range.

He landed on his back with a whomp that knocked the wind out of him, and flinched as that terrifying whistling sound split the air again, ending in a muted thump. He was so wired with adrenaline that he couldn’t tell if he’d been hit or not. Locked in his arms, Lady writhed and complained loudly.

“Not going anywhere,” Roman wheezed, “you little fiend, con-- consorting with the enemy.”

There were several more whistle-thumps, which was either very good or very bad for him. He rolled to his side, pushing himself up on an elbow and taking stock of himself, braced for the worst.

The alien was still standing there against the central support beam of the barn. Half a foot from Roman’s leg, it's very sharp extra arms had left holes pierced in the hard-packed dirt of the barn’s floor.

“But no holes in me,” Roman cheered weakly, and then shifted Lady to the crook of one arm and flipped the alien off. “Nice try, Space Invader.”

The alien made a deep clicking rumble, but stopped trying to impale him. Instead, it moved to hold all those limbs high up in the air menacingly, ready to stab down at any point. The remains of the toy mouse sat near its feet, cotton innards spilling everywhere like a grim warning.

Roman got to his own feet, wincing at the feeling of Lady’s claws poking into his ribs as she attempted to kick her way to freedom. He took a moment to stare once he was back upright.

The alien’s skin plates had gone completely pitch-black, only the slightest hints of purple between the plates to prove that there’d ever been any color to it at all. Roman was abruptly glad that he hadn’t encountered it in the dark of night.

Its eyes were just as dark, with only the slightest difference in shades of black to indicate the difference between iris and sclera. Despite his artistic eye for color differences, even Roman couldn’t tell where its pupils were. If it even had pupils.

It also was still stuck in one place, despite its legs seeming totally operational. Roman slowly shuffled to the side of it, making sure to keep a few good steps clear of stabbing range, and found that it did in fact have normal arms and hands.

Well. Mostly normal. There were five fingers, but they were all way too long and ended in thick, claw-like points. He thought they also maybe had one or two too many joints.

More to the point, the alien couldn’t do anything with these arms because they were bound together at the wrists and tied tightly to the central support beam of the barn. It was stuck there, and going by the aggressive rumbling it was doing, it knew it.

Roman pulled out his phone and managed to take a shaky video of the alien, circling around it to both get a better angle and prompt it to threateningly twitch those back limbs some more. He knew his sci fi tropes, including the one where the alien mysteriously disappears the moment the plucky protagonist tries to tell anyone about the danger. He wasn’t going to be called crazy again.

Once he was content with the amount of evidence he had, he made the trek back to the house at a near-sprint, the cat in his arms protesting all the way. He burst through the back door, letting the screen fall shut behind him, and finally allowed Lady to walk on the power of her own four paws. She beelined for the screen door, stood up on her hind legs, and rattled it expectantly.

“Absolutely not,” Roman told her firmly, nudging her away. “I don’t know what it is with you and courting death via Xenomorph, but you are henceforth banned from the outdoors.”

If angry little kitty looks could kill, Roman would be as dead as King Duncan.

Shaking his head, he went over to the ancient landline phone in their kitchen, lifted the phone from its cradle, and paused.

Who was he going to call?

He’d had some half-conceived notion of calling his parents, or that infuriating police officer, or even just 911. What would he even say? ‘Hello operator, my emergency is that I have an alien in my barn, I promise this isn’t a prank’? Even the dial tone wouldn’t believe that.

And what if they did get someone out here to verify that there was a real alien? There was little doubt in his mind that law enforcement and then the government would quickly step in, whisking the evil version of E.T. away into some distant Area 51 lab. Roman would never see it-- or get any answers from it-- ever again.

He hung the phone up with a solid click, and turned to face the kitchen.

If he was going to interrogate a hostile alien, he needed to arm himself.

---

Shockingly, when he returned to the barn, the alien was still there.

He had crept up quietly again, hoping to catch it unawares, but this time it had been staring unerringly at him from the moment he peeked through the door, those smaller, rounder eyes wide open under its main ones.

He pushed the door open further with a dramatic flourish, pretending like he hadn’t been sneaking at all.

“Alien scourge,” Roman greeted, wincing at the crack in his voice. He cleared his throat, ignoring the way the alien’s dark gaze sent chills down his spine. “I don’t know how you ended up here, but I do know that you’re going to give me the information that I need.”

He pointed the end of his weapon of choice for emphasis, and the alien recoiled with a hiss, quickly jabbing out at it with those back arms.

Just as he’d hoped, however, putting vegetable oil on the already-slick plastic handle of the kitchen broom had made it basically impossible for those single-pronged limbs to stab or grab it. He grinned triumphantly, poking the alien with the end of it. The playing field had officially been evened.

“Now, unless you want me to introduce you to the Earth concept of piñatas, you better tell me what you’re here for.”

The alien was entirely silent, watching him with those shiny, pitch-black eyes. Behind it, its spider arms were vibrating with tension, probably in preparation to stab out the moment he slipped up.

“I’m serious,” Roman warned, poking it a little harder and getting exactly nothing for his efforts, not even a glare. “I know what I saw that night, and there’s no way it’s a coincidence that now you’re here. It was an abduction."

He paused for effect, and the alien let out a series of clicks and low, warped sounds that sounded like meaningless nonsense.

"I don't speak alien." Roman frowned. "Tell me what happened. Why were you-- or, your-- your brethren or your shipmates or whatever, why were they taking people? Where did they take them?”

The alien made what sounded like the same exact series of noises. Roman groaned in frustration.

“In-- In English! You understand what I’m saying, don’t you? If aliens are real and have the technology to infiltrate Earth without being detected, they have to have some way of communicating! An insta-translator or telepathy or math nonsense or something!” He threw his arms out in frustration, making the alien twitch.

He paced back and forth for a moment, before coming to a stop in front of the alien again and leveling it with an accusatory stare. “You’re faking it. I don’t believe that you can’t understand me.”

The alien just kept staring at him, flat plates where its mouth should have been, not a single expression visible on its face. It was about as convinced by Roman’s argument as everyone else in his life, which was to say, not at all. He felt a surge of white-hot anger, and levered the broom at its neck threateningly.

“Tell me, right now!” he demanded, stinging tears building up at the corner of his eyes. “Tell me where my brother is!”

He shoved the broom further forwards, and the alien snapped its limbs forwards and knocked it away, startling him into stumbling back. It hissed at him again, stabbing at the ground like a warning. He scowled, swiping at his face with a sleeve, and swung the broom handle at it sharply.

The swing went wide, more than a foot from touching any of it, but the alien showed the closest thing to emotion he’d seen so far, half of its eyes flinching closed in anticipation. Roman felt a sickening twist in his gut, some odd mix of guilt, anger, and vindication, and he turned away sharply.

Not for the first time, he wished he’d been the one that had been taken.

Remus wouldn’t care if the stupid cops didn’t listen to him, if their parents didn’t believe him, if the whole town thought he was insane. He would know how to convince an alien to talk, would threaten to-- to crush its extra eyes or cut off limbs or do something Roman was too squeamish to even think up.

If it was Remus, it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t know what to do. He’d at least do something.

He wouldn’t be going through the motions of life like everything was the same.

Pretending had always been Roman’s specialty, after all.

Roman cast a furious glare over his shoulder at the alien, resentful that it was still staring at him even as he was in the middle of a breakdown, and tossed the broom into the corner.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, swallowing back the thickness in his voice, “and every day after that until you tell me.”

Threat delivered, he stormed out of the barn and slammed the doors shut behind him.

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Blood Ties - Chapter Twenty Six: Inferno

soulmate au Choso x Reader

Warnings: depictions of violence and injury. blood mention. death mention (not for any major characters).

synopsis: you and your brother head into tokyo to hunt for some curses.

a/n: ngl i kinda hate this chapter but at the same time its necessary enough to the plot that i cant just cut it because it's setting up a few things that are going to happen in the next two chapters, plus it furthers the arc of the retrieval of choso's brothers so :///

word count: 4.4k a bit of a longer chapter lol whoops

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The rain has let up; going from a solid shower, to a light mist. You’re drenched to the bone, with water dripping off your hair, and soaking through your shoes. The only parts of you that are spared are your parka, which is mostly waterproof, aside from a few holes. As far as you can see, the streets are empty. The lateness of the hour doesn't help. If there is anyone—or anything—out at this hour, they’re in hiding. Something you have the feeling you should be doing.

There's one single apartment with its lights on. It's quite a few floors up- maybe ten or so. And the curtains are closed. If there are any figures behind it, you can't tell. With as dark as it is, you doubt they'd be able to see you all the way down here.

Still, you worry. You don't want anything sneaking up on you.

“Sense anything?” asks James.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Not even residuals.” Which is a bit comforting. Though you're more worried about human counterparts. Curses are predictable; people are not.

"Keep looking," he says, "I know we're not alone."

You have to jog to catch up with him. “What's your plan, anyway?” You ask.

“We're going to kill some curses.” He says. “What did you expect?”

Anything but tramping around Tokyo at night…

“I expected to be exorcizing curses right now.” You say.

“Don't be a smartass,” he says, “they're probably hiding. Anyone with a bit of reason wouldn't be out in the open right now.”

You stop, turning to him. “Like we are. Right now.”

“Yes.” He says. “I was thinking we’d check around the first Tokyo colony barrier. If there's going to be anything, it’ll likely be around there.”

Personally, you think anyone with a bit of sense would avoid the place. But maybe that's just you.

You smell it before you see it. Sunscreen. And burning rubber; like someone has lit a pile of tires on fire. The foul scent makes your nostrils burn. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and your heart rate picks up ever so slightly. A cursed spirit. It's different from the cursed energy of a human.

"One's nearby," you say. Can't be further than a block. It's on your left; the air gets staticy whenever you turn your head that direction.

"How close?" He asks.

"Maybe a block." You say. "Up ahead on the left. Can't tell how strong it is, though."

Can't be too strong. If it's alone, the two of you should make quick work of it. Making sure the two of you don't get overwhelmed is your main concern. A handful of curses aren't bad when you're fighting one at a time, it's when they appear in numbers that they become an issue.

"There it is," you say, ducking to hide in a doorway. It hasn't noticed you. Yet.

At first glance, it's not particularly threatening. The cursed energy that radiates off of it isn't too strong, and it doesn't appear to be too intelligent. At the very least, it's not capable of speech. It's vaguely humanoid—at least compared to some of the other curses you've seen—but doesn't appear to be a mutated human. Stringy black hair hangs over its face, which is gaunt, and boney. Greying skin hangs loose off it's bones. Two sunken eyes glare up at you as it hunches over a corpse, of which is too mangled to make out what it once was, but it's too big to be a dog.

“What's it look like?” He asks. “Can you tell what grade it is?”

“Not a clue.” You say.

It's true height isn't shown until it stands on its hind legs, towering well over your head. A clawed hand reaches for you, of which you knock away with the flat of your blade.

Read it's attacks. Where is it going to move next?

It's going right.

You take a step forward, then to the side, before breaking out into a sprint. Once you’re behind it, you bring your blade to it's back, slicing through a large chunk of its body, but not severing it. Foul smelling blood splatters back at you, coating your blade, and part of your face.

It's not enough to exorcize it. You need to hit it again.

You slip as both your feet meet the wet ground and your body stops, but the rest of you doesn't. Your bag falls down your shoulder, which you haphazardly sling back across your back, swinging your other arm out so as to not fall on your blade.

“Don't slow down,” James says, “you lose a lot of power when you’re stationary.”

“I know that!”

You thrust your blade out, jerking it upwards, catching the curse across the arm and severing it at the bicep.

It's pretty sturdy, you’ll give it that. Though it's not too destructive in nature, it is tough, so you’d put it somewhere between a semi-grade two and three.

"Watch your footing," he says, "keep a low center of-"

"You're not helping!"

“Then try to draw from the air around you,” he says. “Your cursed energy-”

“I'm trying!”

There's hardly anything to take. Such an action takes an immense effort to do—let alone on purpose. The air is dry of usable cursed energy. Maybe if he got up off his ass and used his!

For now, you'll settle on drawing from your own reserve.

In your free hand, gathering in strength, is cursed energy compressed to it's very limit.

With what you've gathered in your palm, you thrust your hand outwards, sending a beam right through the heart of the creature. Through its chest you see straight moonlight. A clean hit. The curse doesn't even have the chance to take another step before it drops.

You feel jittery. Like you've just swallowed a lightning bolt. Like electricity should be crackling from your fingertips. Whether it's adrenaline, or something else entirely, you can't tell. The only thing you can compare it to is a runners high: a sudden rush of endorphins, followed by a state of calmness. Your muscles relax, but you can feel your heartbeat between your ears.

Is this what the others feel?

“Did I do it?” You ask between heavy breaths. It takes another moment for your pulse to settle down.

“No, you didn't. We need to find another,” he says. “Also what the fuck was that?!”

He watches as your head tilts up. You smell something else. Another cursed spirit. This one is further away—by quite a bit. Hard to tell which direction it's in, but getting back to the main road should give you more to go off of. It's far more open—easier to see anything coming at you.

As you exit onto the main street, you find it empty. No surprise there. Unless someone was right by you, the noise shouldn't have attracted much attention.

At some point in time, you find yourself in what looks to have been a gift shop. One of the windows has been shattered. It looks to have had a rock thrown through it. Glass crunches underfoot as you step through the window.

It's far too dark to see on your own, you have to use the light from your phone. Racks of clothes, and various other trinkets line the walls. Nothing appears to be stolen, but the lights are out, and a thin layer of dust covers everything.

With a harsh click, the lights switch on. James has found a lightswitch.

“What are you looking for?” You ask.

He shrugs. “Supplies. Food, ‘n stuff.”

“We have that back at Jujutsu Tech,” you say, “we don't need to scavenge around anymore.” At this point it's plain stealing.

“Yeah well we need to find you new clothes,” he says.

“What's wrong with my clothes?”

“You dress too much like a sorcerer.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask, clearly offended. “And you dress like fuckin’ Charlie Swan, your point?”

“I'm gonna tell mom you said that.”

“And I'm gonna tell her you joined a cult that's currently trying to end the world. How would you like that? Huh?”

Momentarily you stop at a display. Nothing in particular has caught your eye, so much as you need something to stare at, so you're not looking off into space. It's a sale display, holding an assortment of objects. Cheap headphones, phone chargers, snacks. Things people would buy while on a road trip.

“Hey check this out!” You hold up the box, “it's a disposable camera!”

James hardly gets out another word as you're tearing it out of the box, checking to see if there's any film in it. You haven't used one of these since you were a kid…

The first thing you point it at is his scowling face.

“I'm going to slap you,” he says, making a sudden dash for the camera, “give it here!”

“No way!” You say, hopping behind the counter, just out of reach, “this is perfect blackmail. You look terrible in this.”

“I know,” he says with a groan, “please burn it.”

“Never gonna happen.”

You snap one more; it's of yourself. The flash makes your skin look washed out, and the camera’s far too close to your face. In the background, the broken window is visible.

“C’mon,” he says, offering you his hand, “let's go fight some curses.”

When you refuse, he makes a sudden dash for the camera. You bring your elbow out and into his sternum, causing him to double over, clutching his ribs. The nearest exit is the window you came in. Your hands plant on the windowsill and you shove your body up and through the broken window. Your landing is less than graceful, but at least you’re still standing.

Tucked in an alley behind a laundromat and a thrift store, is a curse.

It's quite a bit smaller than the last, and far less human looking. It resembles a dog far more than it does a person. But it's head is much larger than its body, making it roll around on its shoulders much like a bobble head. The thing seems to struggle to keep its own head up. Cursed energy radiates off it in waves. Pulsing like a heartbeat. It swells suddenly as you look at it.

It's maw opens, sending a wave of foul-smelling breath towards you, and a scream so loud that the windows of the nearby buildings shatter. Instinctively your hands move to cover your ears, in a weak attempt to protect your hearing. They do little to deafen the noise.

You turn to your brother and yell, but instead of your voice, all you hear is ringing. Blood streams from his ears, down his jugular. His eyes have a glossy, dazed look to them.

Your ears ring too loud for you to gain your bearings. It takes you two tries to grab your sword. The first, your legs give out as you reach down to grab it. You land on your knees, then your hands, and a shock of pain is sent up your wrists. Cold concrete greets your hands, and you begin fumbling around blindly for your sword. Your hands hit the ground as you shove your body upwards, praying you’ll stay on your feet. You bring your hands to your own ears. Nothing. No blood. Which you hope is a good sign.

By the time you round the corner of the alley, and exit out onto the street, you’re met with silence.

It's… gone.

When the ringing finally settles down, it feels like someone has stuffed cotton in your ears. You move your hand by your left ear. Nothing. You bring it to your right, and finally you hear the sound of your hand brushing against your skin. It's faint, and muddled by a ringing noise, but it's there. You can only hope this will disappear with time. But something tells you you won't get off that easily.

As time goes by, the hearing in your left ear gets clearer. All you hear in your right is ringing. You can only hope that means you’ll get some hearing back soon.

This is going to be a pain to explain to Shoko.

“See where it went?” You ask.

James mouths something that you think is a “what?”

“Can you even hear me?” You ask.

“Yeah, sorry,” he says, “ears are still ringing.” He brings his palm to the side of his head, wincing when he feels blood.

The next scream you hear is far quieter, but close. Maybe you're still too deafened by the first to hear it's true volume. It's hard to dictate the direction of it. You find your head turning to the right to make up for your lack of hearing in your other ear.

As you turn onto a connecting street, you're met with what looks like a crime scene.

A man hunches over the cursed spirit—it's corpse. The body is beginning to dissipate. It's only recently been killed. As far as residuals go, you only detect some. A fight went down here.

The man himself is rather unimposing in nature. He’s not particularly tall, or large of frame, and he's dressed as a simple businessman. Bits of congealed blood cling to his face. In the dim light it's hard to tell if it belongs to a curse, or a human. He has no weapons—not that you can see—and his cursed energy feels weak.

He's a sorcerer.

“What's your name?” He asks, not bothering to look up.

“Uh…”

He stands—suddenly—tossing something aside. “You're not a player…”

When he looks up at you, you find yourself frozen in place.

A new sorcerer. One made by Kenjaku. Why hasn't he entered the barrier yet? He must have… only a few days left to declare participation. Is this his cursed technique?

No. Can't be. You don't sense any residuals.

This is fear.

You have about a second to duck as he sends a column of flames towards you.

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You’re hit with a wall of cursed energy so potent it makes your head hurt. You quickly gather some cursed energy in your hands, using Rend to give him a shove. It doesn't do much in the way of damage, but you’ve effectively tripped him up.

You're not going to lose him out in the open like this.

So you turn and run, followed shortly behind by your brother.

“Listen, I really don't want to fight this guy,” you say.

“I don't think he’s gonna give us much of a choice.” Says James.

You exchange one last look before taking off in different directions. In a matter of seconds, you’re making a break for a nearby building, hopping in through the broken window. Glass breaks underfoot as you climb a flight of stars. The first emergency exit is locked, you have to head up a second flight of stairs to find one left slightly ajar.

Not a moment later appears the man, followed by your brother.

He's a few inches taller than the man, and maybe has fifty pounds on him, if not more. That size difference proves a clear advantage—at least when it comes to raw strength. James charges, and both hit the ground. His teeth clamp onto James' hand. There's a crunch, and when he pulls away, blood pours from the wound.

“He mentioned a player,” you say, “you think this has to do with the culling game?”

James shrugs. “Hold him down for me, will ya?” he says, pulling his knife from his belt, “I wanna see something.”

The tip of his knife presses into the man's arm. Enough to draw a bead of blood. James gathers a bit on his fingers, before popping them into his mouth.

A solid few seconds pass as you sit there, mouth wide open.

Did James just- why did he-

Gross!

You watch his cursed energy stutter, before fading out entirely. His body sizes up like rigor mortis has set in. The air around him shimmers similar to heat waves off a road.

The man’s foot finds your chest, knocking the air from your lungs. You collapse onto your side, clutching your chest. Nothing feels broken, but it's near impossible to take in a breath.

He lets out a laugh. A hollow laugh that echoes in your sore chest.

He doesn't seem as concerned with your brother. Good. Now's your time to run.

If you can draw him away from James, that'll give him time to escape. From there you just have to lose him. After that, you suppose you'll rendezvous near the school.

The first fireball misses you entirely, shooting a hole through the wall directly in front of you. That's when you’re standing, making a break for some cover—the kitchen counter. The second catches you across the upper thigh, searing your skin, and burning a hole through your pants. You take a step and collapse. Without thinking, you use your hands to rip the burning fabric away.

The pain doesn't hit you until you look down.

Out of all the other injuries you've experienced, this is by far the worst. There's not many things you can compare burns to. Pain-wise, at least. The wound itself is about the size of an apple. Heat radiates off the flesh, which is both charred black, and a raw shade of red. Not like blood, and certainly not the color of your skin; more like a steak that's been cooked rare. Your hands are raw, but in considerably better shape than your leg. It’ll be a while before they blister. And the smell… you've smelled something like this before. Where? Any kitchen, really. It smells like cooked pork.

Those flames were pure cursed energy—why didn't your body absorb it? Did you not brace in time?

Fear prickles in your fingertips. The sudden burst of adrenaline has worn off, leaving you wobbly, and exhausted. You let that terror—that fear pool in your heart, gathering in strength. Maybe that's not the right term for it. It's agitated, practically vibrating in nature.

Your hands…

Healed. Good.

Now how about your leg?

You bring your hands to your leg and close your eyes. You try to replicate what happened the first time, allowing your emotions to fuel the flow of your cursed energy. But the action is awkward, and from the very beginning something feels wrong. You can't muster enough cursed energy to do it.

Can't do it.

"Fuck," you say, following this with a sigh, "fuck!"

Get up. Get! Up!

Your leg can still support your weight, which is good. But any movement of your leg sends shocks of white-hot pain up your thigh. The second your pants brush across the wound, your vision goes black, and you're doubling over, landing on your hands and knees.

Fight or flight has kicked in, and the fear you feel far overpowers any pain. Then you're on your feet, bolting up one, then two, then a third flight of stairs. The first two emergency exits are locked. It's only the final door that's been left ajar. You exit out into a hallway. All the doors are closed. At the end of the hall is a fire exit; a metal platform with stairs that go down a few levels, but not quite to the ground, facing a neighboring building. In the bottom of the alley, you can see a chain link fence, and what you think is a dumpster. Part of the railing has rusted beyond repair, and is marked off with yellow caution tape, and a sign warning people not to lean on it.

That's a long way down…

Cursed energy pours down your arms, into your closed fists.

Still, you make an attempt to barricade the door; slamming it shut. It doesn't lock from the outside. You’ll have to find some other way to keep it shut. You pry away part of the rusted railing, stuffing it under the handle of the door. When he tries to turn it, it gets stuck in the bar.

Good. That'll buy you some time.

To do what? You're not exactly certain. There's nowhere to run. Fighting isn't really a smart choice, but that may be your only option here.

"Why are you trying to kill my ass?!" You shout through the closed door.

You doubt he's going to give you an answer. You should be trying to run. He's clearly shown no problem with using his cursed technique in an enclosed space, so leading him out into the open may be a problem.

His cursed energy burns. It's volatile in nature; moreso than you're used to. The air around him feels as if it's heating up.

"I bet your cursed technique does jack shit out in the rain like this!" You say. Though you have no way to prove this.

And as if on cue, the rain stops.

Something akin to a stone hardens in the pit of your stomach. He doesn't want to kill you. At least not yet. If he wanted you dead, he wouldn't have missed. At the last second, you turn to avoid the mix of flames, and shards of glass spraying up at your face.

It's not long before he has his hand out the broken window, clawing the bar out from under the door handle.

Grimsever isn't much use in a narrow space like this. There's not enough room to swing. And hits you would land, wouldn't have much force behind them.

Screw the sword. Your hands work, don't they?

Your right fist connects with his sternum. Then your left—which has considerably more power behind it—strikes him square in the jaw. He takes one step back, then another, losing his footing on the wet metal. He makes an attempt to catch himself on the railing, but it's far too rusted to hold the weight of a human being. You reach out to grab his shirt too late. He falls right through that railing, and onto the concrete below.

A fall of a few stories- no human is surviving that.

The sound is the worst part. It sounds like someone’s thrown a sack full of eggs against the sidewalk. Immediately you take a step back, so as to not look at him—his body. But that noise echoes through your head on a loop.

You watch as your brother leans over the railing, grimacing as he pulls back. He curses something under his breath.

“He's still alive,” James says, “c'mon. Let's go down there.”

“Wait-”

“If you don't finish him off with a blow of cursed energy, he’ll come back as a curse.” He says. “Now come.”

You walk like a man being marched to his execution.

The ladder screeches from the railing as it's moved from its place. It doesn't reach quite to the ground; there's still a three foot drop at the end.

His limbs jut out from his body stiffly, and his spine looks to be twisted at an odd angle. He much resembles a wax doll in that matter. A doll that's been carelessly thrust aside. Much to your dismay, there's not a lot of blood. A little on the corner of his mouth. And some on his head. But not much.

It was you or him. You were only doing what you had to in order to survive.

It feels like a black mark on your soul. A weight clings to your shoulders that you can't shake. It settles on your shoulders and threatens to bring you down with it.

You find yourself frozen. No matter how hard you try, you can't force your limbs from their place.

“If you walk away, he’ll sit here and suffer.” James says. “This is a mercy killing.”

It's not like this is the first time you've taken a life—certainly not the first human one either. You've done it before, why can't you now?!

There must be another way. What about getting him to a hospital? Would he make it that long?

In the few minutes it's taken you to climb down, his face has paled. And if he is breathing, it's hard to see, but he makes a rasping noise like he's trying to.

He's trying to say something.

You can make out a few words. Standstill. Game. Nothing much more than that. You assume enough blood has filled his lungs and throat that speech is becoming impossible.

It takes too much effort to look at him. At either of them.

"Fine," James says with a scoff, "I've got it."

He pulls his knife from his belt. And though your head is turned away, you feel the swell of cursed energy. There's a crunch, and the cursed energy that lingers in the air dissipates.

Typically the body would be cremated to further prevent him from coming back as a curse. But you doubt he'll be given a proper burial. It feels wrong to leave him here. But you can't take him back to Jujutsu Tech. there's nowhere nearby to bury him.

"Jesus you're gloomy," James says. "Want a cigarette?”

You take one, holding it between your teeth as you light it. “What the hell was the- why did you-”

“I thought through the consumption of his blood, I’d be able to recreate his cursed technique.” James says. “In doing so I’d be able to mimic his soul.”

“Did it work?” You ask.

He holds up his hand. From his pointer finger, a small flame appears. It much resembles a candle in nature. Then he winces, extinguishing the flame. His fingertips look raw, and irritated.

"To a certain extent, yes," he says. “but I didn't take into account that he’s not protected from his own cursed technique.”

That's lame. He can wield fire but not without burning himself? What a useless technique.

“I suppose if I were to master a reversed cursed technique, I could wield it without worrying about any lasting damage done to myself.” He says. “But… I’d need more blood to do that. I think I consumed too much of my own—there wasn't enough of his in what I took in. It wore off before I could do much.”

“You think you’ll be able to do it with Fushiguro’s blood?”

He nods. “I don't think it’ll be easy, but I’ll manage.”

His hands tremble as he lights his cigarette, bringing it to his lips and inhaling. His fingers leave bloody prints on his cigarette. The moment he notices, he’s quick to wipe them off on his pants.

“Do I have a human heart?” He asks.

“I dunno,” you say, “if I stab you through it, will you die?”

He shrugs, before saying “probably.”

“Then I'd say you’re still human,” you say, “you haven't come back to curse my ass yet.”

#first fic of the year ayyyy #jjk x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #choso kamo #choso #jjk #should i be tagging this as jjk spoilers?#its probably fine #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #cw violence #cw injury #cw blood

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asingleheart-shapedbraincell · 4 years

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Obey Me! Brothers as Werewolves

Lucifer

Gonna remind everyone now that alpha theory was disproven and actual wolf packs act as family units

That being said - alpha, clearly

Not because he's the strongest (though he is) but because he's the most nurturing

Considers all his brothers (and you) to be his responsibility and under his care

Second biggest in wolf form (next to Beel)

Thick, dark fur, great in winter but in summer hates how hot and itchy it gets. Shedding his winter coat is an EVENT. Scratch him and fluff just falls out by the handfuls

Hates how patchy he looks when shedding, very grumpy when its happening

Refuses to ask for help when it comes to brushing out his coat, but if you're somewhere private he is very happy to just lie there whilst you brush out all that itchy loose fluff

Also just very nice to pet in general, but rarely let's you outside of softer moments :/

Not outwardly aggressive - when correcting his brothers behaviour hes more likely to just growl softly instead of going for a full snarl. If he actually shows his teeth then things are serious and you might want to have some final words with your jugular

Isn't very affectionate in public, but is very protective - wherever you go, if hes in his wolf form hes by your side, or at the very least is keeping an eye on you

If anyone he doesnt like the look of approaches you, he calmly places himself between the two of you. If that isn't enough trust me, a staring contest with those eyes isn't going to last long

Mammon

Pretty boyyo

White fur thats not nearly as thick and long as Lucifer's but still has a substantial ruff

Uses his wolf form to run away from loan sharks a lot (hey, four legs are quicker than two, right?)

Also loves the attention he gets from girls - he knows he's handsome in both forms, but girls say it more when they think he can't understand them

Sheds the least of all the brothers, but since his coat is so pale his hair is more noticeable so he still gets flack for getting it on the furniture

Hes still needy as a wolf

You know those videos of huskies throwing massive tantrums??? Yeah, hes on that level, his dramatics only kept in check by his tsundere nature

Loves it when you pet him. He'll pretend he doesn't, but the second you stop hes gonna start whining

(Doesn't) hate it when you baby-talk him

Not generally aggressive within the pack, just prickly - maybe a growl or a huff here and there, maybe a snap if someone's really pushing his buttons

He is possessive tho

Will physically put himself between you and other people to get your attention. If the other person doesn't take the hint, then he's showing teeth

If you don't let him sleep in the room with you, you'll open your bedroom door the next day and find him curled up outside

Definitely wants to put his head in you lap and have you stroke him til he falls asleep but refuses to admit it

Gets jealous if you're petting another brother at the same time as him and will throw a tantrum and try to shove them away from you

He was your first pact, which means he has first dibs on all cuddles!!!! What do ya mean that's not a rule??? Thats totally a rule!!!!

Leviathan

'Hes not dog friendly'

Spends very little time in his wolf form (its hard to game without opposable thumbs)

Does sometimes shift out of shock tho

Like, if you kiss him unexpectedly, poof! There's a wolf infront of you, who's blushing lobster red underneath all that fur

Will hide under the bed

✨separation anxiety✨

Glued to your side in wolf form, because he doesn't like or trust other people or wolves (and definitely NOT because he likes your company and wants you to maybe pet him 😳😳😳)

Kinda likes that you can't see him blushing when he's in wolf form

Will lie next to you and wait for you to initiate pets. Especially loves it when you scratch him behind the ears.

Because hes a shut in and doesn't spend a lot of time in his wolf form, his fur is the messiest - patchy winter coat, small tangles, really just needs a good brush (but only if you do it)

Not really aggressive to others, just not friendly. Maybe a growl every now and then, and sometimes a tantrum gets thrown, but thats it

Satan

Still quite cat-like

Hes not going to be throwing any loud husky-like tantrums

Doesn't like that he can't read books in wolf form (difficult to turn pages without hands) but does enjoy the emotional release for his anger when it comes to hunting Hell-Hinds and other demonic deer.

Fur is short, sleek, a lovely pale gold and well-kept (when it isn't bloodied by his most recent hunt)

When he isn't hunting he does enjoy stretching out infront of a fireplace and warming his fur

Is unopposed to being brushed when he's in the position, and may even allow you to pet his head gently, but thats it

Might lay his head in your lap tho

Sheds the least of all the brothers

Still tries to control his temper in wolf form, but you better hope he maintains it because those teeth can issue you a one-way ticket to the afterlife

Sometimes snaps or growls at his brothers, but is more likely to just leave the room if they're annoying him. If they're in his room then they're getting chased out with their tail between their legs (except Lucifer who wouldn't invade his space like that)

Asmodeus

Who's a pretty boy???? Who is???

Its him!!!!!!

Friendliest of all the brothers, if only because he loves the attention people give him

Will walk up to you and just wait for the compliments (not unusual, tbf)

Doesn't love the hunting side of being a wolf - mud???? Blood??? Sweat???? In MY fur??????? I don't think so

Only really partakes when necessary, or if he's decided to go for a roguishly disheveled look that day

Uses his wolf form as an excuse to get affection that would be less appropriate in his human form - belly rubs, giving you puppy-dog eyes to be let up onto the bed, getting you to give him a bath - stuff that Lucifer would be more likely to reprimand him for when he wasn't a wolf

Softest fur of all the brothers - sleek, silky and always throughly brushed out, even when shedding. Plus, loves being pet so long as you don't mess up his fur too much.

Beelzebub

GOOD BOY GRANDE

The biggest of boys, the goodest of boys

Loves being in wolf form because its even easier to get food from people

You think his puppy eyes are bad NOW??? WAIT UNTIL HES AN ACTUAL PUPPY

Very comfortable in his wolf form, spends the most time out of all the brothers like that

Has absolutely no shame begging food from people's tables, no matter where you are. Also has no shame stealing food from people's tables, but will whine and act ashamed if they yell at him

Dont yell at him. He's baby.

Incredibly fluffy red coat, that and the amount of muscle underneath makes him the biggest wolf in the pack by far

Big doggy grin that could melt any heart

So tall that when he wags his tail you have to make sure it doesn't sweep everything off the table

Also loves being pet and doesn't mind baby talk at all. You can treat him like an actual dog and he won't get mad - he'll play fetch with you if you really want, but as a warning, the stick might end up more than a little chewed

Will, however, also go digging through people's bins

Also kinda slobbery

Is pretty much never aggressive, but then again, who would be stupid enough to provoke something with that much muscle and teeth???

If you scritch the right spot behind his ear his leg kicks out. He's not ashamed. More scritches pls.

But his favourite spot for scritches are under his jaw and his chin

WHAT ARE YOU EATING??? HEY!!! NO!!!! WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH???? BEEL YOU CANT EAT CHOCOLATE WHEN YOURE A WOLF!!!!! DROP IT!!!! DROP IT!!!!

Belphagor

Smallest of the wolves

Enjoys sleeping in wolf form because the fur adds an extra level of cosiness

You will just find him curled up in a nest of pillows with his nose tucked under his tail. Or flopped across a sofa, until Lucifer yells at him to get off the furniture

Has that intense stink-eye that some huskies are capable of.

Sometimes forgets to shift, or can't be bothered and will just wander around attempting to do people things until he realises hes in the wrong body - you ever gone to brush your teeth and then realised you need hands for that???

Definitely walks around holding his cow pillow in his mouth, or sometimes a plushie

Or dragging a blanket

Honestly its very cute

Does enjoy being gently pet as his drifts of to sleep

Which is good because his fur is always mussed up from his last nap

But if he falls asleep on you???? You're not moving. Sorry not sorry. This is your life now.

Little wolf bleps when he sleeps ➖👅➖

Has definitely vomited in Lucifers shoes as a wolf at least once, simply out of spite

Thick fur, but not long. Sheds a lot, but his fur is so dark you don't see it as much.

Lets out little muffled woofs and yips when he sleeps, and twitches when he dreams of running

If you scratch the right spot when hes sleeping, his leg will kick out the same as Beels, but if you do it when hes awake he'll get embarrassed and either leave, or give you a warning nip

The most aggressive with other pack members - hes just kinda bratty. Huffs a lot and is quick to give out little nips when he isn't happy, though he isn't much of a growler and never goes farther than that

Won't play fetch like Beel, but if you're REALLY lucky, he'll bring you a plushie of your own when he joins you for a nap

(Also, im relatively new to the game, I know there was a vampire event, if there was a werewolf event im unaware of it atm, but this is just for fun anyway)

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mergeman · 3 years

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Toweled off part 3

Freddy's POV:

This last month has been amazing and I'm the luckiest guy around. I have a beautiful husband, great job, perfect house, and I'm considering getting a dog. Lex doesn't even remember any other life and thats how I wanted to keep it. He is always so attentive and even though my job is more then enough for a comfortable life Lex got a job at the local gym. It seems in this reality Lex got a degree in physical sciences and he is using it as a trainer to help better others. I couldn't be prouder of my man.

There is still 2 towels left and no matter how much I try they wont respond to me. I know in my gut that it has to be Lex who passes the next towel on but to do that he needs to remember everything.

Watching him in the garden planting his flowers I gather the courage to say the one word which I know will snap him. I dont want this but I also cant leave the others in their hell. Like pulling a bandaid I just say:

"Bro"

Lex's POV:

"Bro"

It was a word that I had heard a million times but never out of Freddy's mouth. I just looked at my husband who had tears streaming down his face. Memories assaulted me as Albert, Xander, and the frat boys minds were reintroduced into my head. I started to cry, my life was a lie, my life... fuck its not even mine is it? I stole life from Albert, I stole Xander's whole future. All of who they were their wants and love were all a part of me.

I looked at Freddy and I could see that he knew the struggle I was going through. He placed his arm on my shoulder and I jerked forward. I didn't want his pitty I was Frankenstein's monster, a being made from the pieces of others nothing originally mine.

"Lex we can't go on the others are waiting to be reborn"

I didn't understand what he was talking about untill I glanced at his feet and saw 2 ratty towels. Fuck those were my friends. We'd been like that for 30 years. Fuck they were still trapped. I quietly stand to my feet my heavy body both feeling foreign and familiar as I walk away from my husband. I entered the house and made my way to the basement gym. This was my personal space and Freddy never disturbed me here.

I was only a month old. My mom used to be my grandmother and my sister used to be my Mother. Albert's and Xander's whole family had been rearranged to take them out and place me instead. I looked in the mirror adjacent the wall and I could see both of the boys staring back and a third I had yet to acknowledge. The Instigator, the presence within the towel, the man who had no identity, only the drive to live again. I couldn't blame him, looking through his fuzzy and incoherent memories he wasn't even fully aware of what was going on. Just the thought of living again is what motivated him to take the brothers and turn all of them into me.

I look in the mirror tracing my strong jaw and looking at the tattoos that adorned my body, my impressive muscles and what was hinding in my shorts. These gifts hadn't come from the brothers but they were as much a part of me as my ethnicity and heritage.

I heard a knock at the door and looked up to see my beautiful husband peeking down at me. I motion him to enter and he slowly walked towards me. I get up and give him a huge hug embracing all of him as I was coming to terms with myself. As I held him I whispered into his ear.

"We got to save the others"

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years

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Griffy

Synopsis: Charlie has a surprise for you

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 1.8k

A/N - Another story featuring my favourite dragon boi!! It’s just fluff but I enjoyed writing it.

Warnings - mentions of danger

The sun beamed brightly in the clear blue sky casting a brilliant warm glow over the two of you. Your eyes hidden behind Charlie Weasley's hands as he leads you forward as carefully as possible; you'd almost fallen many times but you appreciated that he had managed to save you each time. "Where are we going?" You request. The sound of leaves and twigs crunch under your feet, giving away your location.

"It's a surprise," he says ever so softly into your ear. You don't like surprises; not from Charlie anyway they were always... a little too much.

"This doesn't have anything to do with dragons does it?" An uneasy groan emits from your throat as you slow to a halt. You had a very bad feeling about this.

Are you ready?" No, but you nod anyway just wanting to get this over with. "Are you sure-"

Taking hold of his wrists, you remove his hands bringing you face to face with a terrible size. With wide eyes, you scramble backwards only to fall into Charlie. He always seemed to be there to catch you. "That's a..." It had the front legs, wings, and head of an eagle paired with the hind legs and tail of a horse. It was mahogany brown and very big. You swallow hard, you've never been too good with animals. You've read many books about them but they could never prepare you for the real thing. "A Hippogriff."

"So what do you think?" Charlie runs a reassuring hand up and down your arm in a slow but steady rhythm. "Pretty cool right? His name is Griffy the Hippogriff."

"Griffy?"

Charlie chuckles lowly, "don't judge- I let Ginny pick the name."

"Ah," it was only now, you realised you were still in his warm embrace and heat immediately rushed to your cheeks. Standing up a little straighter, you brush yourself off. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Do you wanna pet him?"

You shake your head rapidly. He was joking, right? "Absolutely not! I'm not going anywhere near that beast."

"He's really quite gentle."

Your eyes drift to the razor-sharp talons on its front legs; they could definitely do some major damage and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. "That thing could kill me." You turn to look at him as his smile begins to fade. Well now you felt kind of bad; he seemed so excited before. With a heavy sigh, you turn back to the Hippogriff. "So what do I have to do?"

"Hmm?"

"I wanna pet him," it was rather hard to ignore the claws though. "I just don't want to offend him."

With a giddy smile on full display, he strides over to the half-bird creature. "I'll show you okay? It's really simple and he likes me." He declares proudly. Charlie may be obsessed with Dragons but he was also good with other animals too. You found his charming smile and passionate personality rather easy to warm up to so you don't find it difficult to imagine that animals are drawn to him. "Hippogriffs are very proud-"

"Charlie, I've read books. I know all this just show me." You urge. Hippogriffs were very proud creatures and easily offended. You didn't want to get on the bad side of one for obvious reasons. It was also considered polite to let the Hippogriff make the first move.

"You just bow like so," his right arm rested against his stomach and he bowed towards the creature. It seemed rather silly but he knew more than you did. "If he bows back then you can pet him. If not? well, then I'll fix you right up. I know a lot of healing spells."

That didn't instil a lot of confidence. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course."

The redhead stepped aside to give you some space. With a deep breath, you walk a little closer. It was huge and all your confidence drained out of your body as you mind wandered to the deep golden beak and the talons. It also had massive wings that could knock you over. And powerful back legs to kick you with. Charlie gives you a thumbs up as you look to him and then back. Lips curling into an unsure smile, you very slowly lower your head and bow towards the creature. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions and if you were being honest, it felt ridiculous to do but now you were almost too scared to move. It feels like you've been bowing forever but that could just be your nerves. You sneak a peak sharply, startling Griffy into a buck. He had looked big before but now he was like ten times worse. A high pitched screech filled the clearing. "Back away- now." But you remain completely frozen still bowing. The large thump of its front legs returning to the ground was a good sign, right? It had not attacked you. You find yourself too anxious to look up again until you hear Charlie's voice. "He can be a little grumpy."

"So he likes me?" Stealing a glance, the animal had now lowered its head in an elegant bow; one leg lifted into the air. He truly was a magnificent creature but still very intimidating. Standing up straight, you smile softly as you look to Charlie who is smiling ear to ear.

"You can stroke him now."

With shaky hands, you reach out cautiously until you feel soft feathers against your skin. It looked so small compared to the beast who now nuzzled against your palm. "He feels soft." You glance towards the boy that was now beside you, he offered a warm smile. The lightest shade of pink dusting his freckled cheeks as he looked upon you.

"They like to keep themselves well-groomed," He explains, brushing his hand through the feathers; accidentally bumping into you, he pulls his hand away. "So... he uh... should be willing to let you ride him now."

"What? No." You back away a little with wide eyes. "I think this is close enough."

"Come on, it'll be fun." His expression softened as he met your Y/E/C eyes. There was. Puppy dog charm to each of the Weasley's but Charlie had a way of just looking at you until you gave in.

"Charlie," You groan; attention returned to the hippogriff so you didn't have to look into those big pleading eyes anymore. "It's- I- cant! What if something happens?"

"Nothing will happen," His attempt to calm your nerves fell on death ears. This was insane. Charlie was insane. He climbs onto the back of the hippogriff, careful not to hit his massive wings; one hand held out just for you. "I promise." You hated the fact you were considering this but you want to keep him happy. You want to see his cheesy smile. Taking his hand, he helps you up onto the back of the animal. "Just hold on tight to me, okay? Griffy will not be happy if you pull out any of his feathers."

It wasn't so bad up here once you realised it was relatively safe. You didn't know exactly where to place your hands, it felt awkward grabbing onto him. The half-bird stepped forward and all awkwardness was thrown out the window as you latch onto the boy. "Maybe we shouldn't do this? It's safer on the ground."

"It'll be fine,"

Wings spread out wide startling you as it flaps a few times before beginning to run. You tighten your grip. The wind picks up; feeling brisk against your face which you bury into his shoulder. The running had stopped, that much you could tell and the sound of flapping wings indicated you were in the air however, you couldn't bring yourself to look. "I don't like this," it's a whisper to yourself more than anyone else.

"Open your eyes,"

You shake your head against him. "They're open. It's great. Can... we land now?"

"No, they're not," How could he possibly know that? "Just trust me, okay?"

"Trust you," you repeat slowly. With a deep breath, you slowly open your eyes and your mouth drops. You were so high up that if you fell, you'd not be getting can up but it was spectacular. You dared not to let go of Charlie but you looked around yourself admiring the lush green fields and rolling hills. Massive lakes of water that shone a deep blue against the sunlight. You felt both sick with glee and fear of an untimely demise.

"This is... beautiful," you mumble quietly, grip tightening around Charlie as the Hippogriff turned sharply. "Utterly breathtaking."

"I told you," The happiness laced in his voice was pleasing to the ear. "I can take us back down if you still want to?"

"No," You reply sharply, your smile growing at the tiny buildings you spot below. "Can we stay up here a little longer."

"Of course," His laughter drifting with the wind.

"Do you do this a lot?" You wonder, finally relaxing around him; there was a hint of embarrassment behind your actions. Your grip must have felt like a vice.

"Not too often," He muses. "But it's not my first time. It's kinda like riding a broom."

It was nothing like riding a broom at least not in your experience then again you didn't like flying on a broom either.

"Explains why your head is always up in the clouds," You tease. You'd ruffle his hair if you weren't terrified of letting go. "It's... cute."

"Cute?"

"Mhmm," You hum. "We should head back,"

"Alright," The Hippogriffs wings stretch up and the next thing you know, your stomach drops as Griffy dives straight down. It almost felt like you were about to throw up and it's instinct to grab onto Charlie; hiding your embarrassment and fear literally behind his back. It felt like forever before you realised you'd finally returned to land and you couldn't get down fast enough. It felt so good to be on solid ground again even if you were feeling a little wobbly.

"Did you like my surprise?" Charlie asks as he slides down off Griffy's back.

"You're something else Charlie Weasley," It had been unexpected, you had to give the boy points for trying. It was a very unique surprise and in the end, it had been rather interesting. "but yeah it was pretty cool."

"I knew you'd like it," He takes your hand in his and while his next words had been spoken with as much confidence as he could muster, you couldn't help but notice he was blushing. "let's go eat- I'm starving."

Squeezing his hand gently, you nod a little. "Let's."

#charlie weasley #Charlie Weasley x reader #Harry potter #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction

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