Yall Come Read This Bc Im Hooked Already

Yall come read this bc im hooked already

The Foreigner Chapter 2: And the Storm Raged

Anya’s POV

Weather Manipulation.

That’s my cursed technique. My father used to believe that it was a gift, but shortly after my 10th birthday his view point changed. My father began to see me as a demon, some demonic abomination of some sorts. He would say repeatedly after my mother died that I was a monster and that he no longer wanted me. I guess his thoughts were warranted since I was the one that killed my mother. 

It was an accident.

- 5 years ago-

  My mother and I were arguing about the manifestation of my cursed abilities and me “attempting” to try to ignore the curses that I saw on a daily basis.

  “How can I ignore them?” I asked incredulously. 

    “Don’t look at them. The less you look at them, the less likely you are to interact with them. The less interaction the less problems you will have. You’ll be normal.” 

“It’s not that simple! How can I just ignore these things that are wrapped around people?” 

“THIS IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!” screamed my mother. “You will do this! Do you know what will happen if you keep messing with these curses? How will your Father and I protect ourselves? You’re selfish! You know that curses are attracted to stronger cursed energies. Your bringing these curses to our front door!”

I was fuming, Me? ME Selfish? 

I was trying to help people. I was trying to save them, make their lives easier even. How could she say this?

 Amongst the fury and anger that I was feeling, I didn’t notice the shift in the atmosphere. Outside, the clouds aggregated in the sky and the sky darkened drastically. As my temper grew, so did the color saturation of the sky and the ring of thunder growing ever present. 

“ I am not selfish. I want to help!” I spat back at my mother between clenched teeth. 

“YOU WILL NOT! I promised to protect you from this life and all you want to do is run head first into it,”  my mother yelled, eyes blazing with a passion that I have never seen before. My mother used to be a window before meeting and marrying my father. She taught me everything there was to know about cursed spirits since I could see them. She once stated that she wished I never developed this ability, and hoped I’d be more like my father, a non- sorcerer. I never understood why she would give it all up. Helping people, protecting them, being good.  This only served to anger me more. Why couldn’t she see that I just wanted to help. To be good too.

 The storm outside was mirroring the storm that ragged inside the kitchen between mother and daughter. 

“This is a part of me. I can not ignore or hide from it. Mom, I don’t want to fight with you, but my mind is made up,” I stated tensely. 

“I can not accept this.”

“If you can not accept this, then how can you accept me,” I asked challenging my mother’s previous statement. 

My mother, eyes wide, hesitated before whispering out two words that shattered my whole world.

“I can’t.”

Tears welled in my eyes and I let out an agonizing sob.

Lightning struck down the house.

Might have to make a series list for We Flock Together, i didnt anticipate getting into it this much. Thought is was gonna be a quick lil one, two. Now im world building

To all my mutuals experiencing brain fog or writers block, stressing bc the words won’t flow how you want to, you are still loved and appreciated. Take care of yourself first, I’ll still be here when you get back. You can stop writing and I’ll still love you

Check in on your army friends, they’re probably foaming at the mouth and hyperventilating after that video

Confession

Jiraiya x Black reader

Disclaimer: Gif and Jiraiya don’t belong to me

You and Jiraiya sat on a large hill overlooking the leaf in silence. No words exchanged between you two with somber forlorn faces looking away from each other.

“I’ll be gone for a while this time y/n” Jirayia sighed, turning slightly to face you. Resting his hands on his folded legs with his eyes looking downward and you knew what would proceed afterwards. A lie, he could never look you in the eye when he was about to lie.

“When I return we’ll talk…I promise” Jiraiya uttered, reaching out to cup your smaller hands in his. His fingers trembled for a second then he stilled them as he completely covered yours. His eyes glistening with furrowed brows looking into yours, finally telling you the truth. “I…I…”

For fear his heart still belonged to Tsunde, you stilled yourself, your trembling fingers cupping his face as tears spilled over your eyelids and you silenced him.

“You should tell her how you feel….since it’s likely you won’t return” you meekly lamented, your hands dropping to your lap. Everything about today hitting you all at once as you recollected all the activities and time the two of you spent together. He was never in the village long enough to do half of those things and to top it off you were now sitting in the place you had written to him about in so many of your letters. A place as sacred to you as your garden in the woods.

Looking over at him you stood, brushing your clothes as the wind bristled through your hair. Breaking your gaze to peer down at the specks of people down below.

“We should head back” your voice cracking as you made your way past him. Until a strong hand gripped your arm, softly pulling you backwards.

“Y/n…I love you” Jiraiya relented, letting go of you, his eyes looking downward again. His wrinkles illuminated by the setting sun as silence passed between you two for a second time. Your face contorted a bit as wrinkles of your own contoured your mouth and eyes, an expression Jiraiya knew well.

Dazedly your hands held your long coils from your face as you looked at him in the eyes. All the strength and courage you could muster bubbling inside of you and you walked slowly forward closing the distance between you too. No longer wavering in uncertainty as his coal pupils meet your eyes once again.

“I love…you too” you said, peering into the very depth of him. Standing so close yet seemingly not close enough as you gazed up at him.

He stood inhaling the aroma of coconut and rose water that savored your dark skin. Slowly exhaling as his fingers gently caressed your check. The rough pads of his tender hands lulling you to softly moan. To relinquish whatever doubt stubbornly remained as you replayed his words in your mind.

“Since we were children I have always loved you” Jiraiya tenderly whispered his voice fading as he leaned in close to kiss you.

Kinda wanna write a kidnapping fic where the oc was already depressed and tired of life and just accepts it but thats not what the kidnappers wanted

Is that weird?