Yay hallucijason time !! I was bored and decided to mess around a bit with a more sketchy art style. ALSO PLEASEEE request dc characters for me to draw I'm so so bored and have no ideas </3 handwriting translation and the non blurred jaybin under the cut

I don't really remember how I got here. I remember the cage, I remember the witch... I remember --

PAIN

The forest smells different. I don't like it. It smells like it's all dead-er. It's not dead. It's all Green the way it should be. But dead. I don't remember these trees. This dirt doesn't smell like my dirt. This isn't mine.

Where is my cage?

I wandered for days through these woods, that were like mine but weren't, following a river I came upon. I couldn't smell anything I knew.  I would catch scent notes of my home as I padded through the trees, my paws and claws sinking slightly under my weight into the soft earth. I could look down and swear I could see flowers and bright green grass, my flowers, my green grass. Then they're gone.

The dreams started in the nights ahead. A little boy and girl playing -running. Shouting with joy -screaming in terror. Laughing merrily -crying softly. The girl is... the boy was...

PAIN

The city is too loud. The food smells good, savory and sweet. Probably tastes better than the raw game I've been eating. Money. I need some. Stories don't work here. Odd. The man said some woman in the tavern is giving money to people.

"You the woman giving money?" I asked.

"How quaint, another talking wolf. Yes, to answer your so eloquently posed question, I am the woman giving money," the elf looked as though she'd rather be anywhere other than here, as she answered me.

"I'll take some money, thank you. I dont need a lot just enough for some....sssssteakssss," that was what he had called them. "I've never had a steak before," I said to the elf.

"Ah. Well... I'm... excited for you. Look, you need to do something for me before I give you money. That's how these things work." She said dryly.

"What do you want me to do?"

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The cavern? The mine? The hole in the ground she told me to go to, was dark, really dark. It smelled like rotting plants and unwashed rags. There was something else in the air tho. Something more recent, like a layer of scents just above the death and rot. It smelled of... predator, steel, wolf. It smelled of predator, magic, home?

Among the other scents was a darker one. Something that had no place here. I focused on that.

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It was dead. Whatever, It was. We killed it. They came in from behind. Odd that the wolf led them in that way rather than through the front.

He looks like me. He's black and grey. Wearing leather and chain, holding blades? Very strange. Walking upright? We are wolves. I should be a threat. He doesn't view me as one? He came over excitedly? We hit fists against each other.

Predator. Steel. Man.

She was small. Keeping her eyes on me. Smart. I'm still a threat. She's lying. About...something. Magic. She smells like, HOME.

My eyes go wide. Intoxication. Home. I didn't realize how much I have missed her. Missed it. Her. Home.

She squeaks in shock. My muzzle is at her neck before I realize what's happening. The black wolf stiffens. I am panting.

"You..." --don't say anything strange.

"Smell fae." --Great job.

I can't control my breathing. My muzzle is still inches from her jugular. God's she's intoxicating. Mine. I tower over her. Even crouched as I am.

I would tear this world apart. She need only ask. Name. What's her name?

"I am Ash. Wolf. Red. Yours." I manage to get out between too many panting breaths.

This story is shorter and a little saucy. No smut here. 

Charlie Weasley x MC (Helena Ellis)

Charlie was always taking a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. It probably had begun at some point after Percy was born. He realised then it’s his time to take the role of the older brother. Later on, the family was getting even bigger, and he kept worrying about being helpful at all times – for his parents, and most importantly for Bill. He was the one to look after everyone so Charlie couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone with that.

When he finally got to Hogwarts, he never refused a challenge. He didn’t want to disappoint anyone, but he also cared about setting a good example for the next Weasleys to come. Luckily, he loved what he was doing. He was a good student, especially when the subject was related to his passions, and all the achievements at Quidditch were just pleasure for him. Still, there were moments when he felt overwhelmed. He didn’t complain because it wasn’t his thing. He was calm and easy-going – that’s how others perceived him. But then, Helena would come to him, saying “Slow down”. And even though he hardly ever took her advice, the fact she noticed meant the world to him.

It was actually something that he valued from the very beginning. She was trying to understand people, and also to see their good side - despite everything that was going on around her. She would always give them the benefit of the doubt.

The thing that he perhaps appreciated the most though, was how supportive she was. Like that one time when they went after the illegal egg, and she didn’t even doubt they could succeed. Or at least she didn’t show it, which seemed just as important. He knew he can tell her he had a worse day, or that he’s upset – and he didn’t feel weaker because of that. He could ramble on about dragons or his family, yet she still would ask more questions.  

“She’s standing you up.” 

“Wha- no she’s not. She’s probably just late.” 

“I dunno man, I don’t think she’s gonna show. What time was she supposed to be there?” 

I checked my watch and frowned, looking down the street for any sign of Reese. A few cars passed and Alex repeated the question, a smirk in his voice. 

“She’s only fifteen minutes late.”

“Fifteen minutes past not coming.” 

“Alex, shut the fuck-”

“William?” 

I jumped when I heard my name, noting her delicate grasp on my forearm. I had been so wrapped up in my argument with Alex that I hadn’t noticed her come up. I mumbled a quick goodbye, followed by an even quieter ‘fuck you’, into the phone and hung up. 

“Reese, hey. I- I’m sorry about that.” She giggled and nodded to the phone in my hand, her eyes as bright as I’d ever seen them. “You look amazing.” 

“Thank you so much! So do you... and I’m sorry I’m late. I tried to call you but I left my phone in my office and by the time I realized I was already halfway here.” 

I nodded like I’d heard, her words falling into background noise as I took her in. The dark red of her dress was deep like wine and it sat against her skin beautifully, bathed in the golden glow of the sunset behind me, she looked like a dream as she stood before me. I found my eyes dropping to her hand on my arm and my knees felt weak. 

She followed my gaze and pulled back, the absence of her touch a cold, abrupt reminder that she wasn’t mine. 

“Sorry-” 

“Oh, no-” 

We spoke in unison and she stopped, looking down at her feet. I watched her cheeks flush and fought the urge to reach out and lift her chin up, taking a long minute to look into her eyes before I kissed her. My lip stung and I realized I had pulled it between my teeth as I studied her. I cleared my throat and she did as well, nodding towards the restaurant next to me. 

“Shall we?” 

“Oh, I uh- I actually cancelled our reservation.” Her brows furrowed in confusion and I continued. “When you said it was just you and me, I thought we’d go someplace else? Maybe Tori’s?” 

Her mouth fell open in a soft ‘o’, eyes wide in excitement. “I forgot about Tori’s! They’re still open?”

I nodded excitedly and she leaned up on her tiptoes, the skirt of her dress ruffling as she moved. I watched her smile widen and my heart warmed. 

“You wanna go?” She didn’t answer, just took my hand in hers and pulled me down the street. I followed blindly, too mesmerized by the feel of her skin on mine and the way her face had lit up. She stopped at a crosswalk and turned to me, pointing down Milford Street with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and the light turned, her hair bouncing as she started to cross. 

“I can’t believe they’re still open!” 

“You haven’t been? 

I saw her grin falter as she shook her head, her grip on my hand loosening until it fell by her side. The air stilled around us and I fell into step with her. I slipped my hands into my pockets and chewed on my lip as we slowed to a stop at another crosswalk. 

“It just... it was our place, you know? After you left, I tried to avoid everywhere we went.” She forced a dry laugh and looked away. “Stupid, I know.” 

“It’s not. I mean, I understand that Reese.”

“You do?” 

I nodded slowly as we turned a corner. “I do. For almost a whole year after I left, Alex had to field phone calls every time our song came on.” 

“Really?” 

“Yup. I was... a mess.” 

She took a deep breath and tugged on the sleeves of her dress, her voice soft when she spoke. “I was too.” 

We walked in silence until I stopped, nodding to Tori’s as she followed my lead. She looked up at the sign, a small smile on her face before she turned towards me. Behind her, the streetlights began to turn on and we were bathed in warm light. We stood in a long, tense silence until she set her hand on her stomach. 

“I’m hungry.”