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Beauty In Pain! (Three Caberos & Reader)

The Legend of the Three Caballeros
Ambiguous Paring/Ending
(but...Donald x Daisy?)
Gender Neutral!Reader
Hanahaki Disease

⚠️ Trigger Warning: ⚠️
Blood
Gore

"Why are beautiful things cursed?" I mumbled to myself.

I shook my hands, taking one last look at the amazing garden of carnivores plants, venomous animals, and poisonous fruits. It had been so colorful and whimsical. Why was it that pretty things had to be so deadly?

"Ready to run?" I asked the boys.

They were standing at the base if the marble pedestal. Their clothes were ripped to shreds and they were cut and bleeding. I was the only one who hadn't bitten or been bitten by something deadly. So I volunteered to grab the artifact.

"I am ready to be home!" Donald complained.

"Si, mi amigo. Me two," Panchito agreed.

"Ready when you are!" José gave me a thumbs up.

With a sigh, I reached for the object. Nothing happened when I touched. Though when I lifted it, a pink fuzzy monster the size of a squirrel jump at me. It must've been hiding under the brass case. I stumbled backwards down the stairs. My head went fuzzy from hitting the ground, and the temple, containing the garden, fell apart around us. The boys yelled for me.

"Are you alright?" José asked. The others gathered around me.

"I'm fine." José grabbed my arm, and Cassandra zapped us back to the cabana. "Whatever it was, didn't get me, but I got this!"

I held up Aphrodite's hairbrush.

"Great work, team! Now we should locked up it up before the magic effects one of us," Cassandra said, taking it and disappearing downstairs to lock it up.

"That was too much!" Donald whined. "I am showering, then going to bed."

"Me two," José added, pushing him down the hallway.

"Me three," Panchito added, then turned to me. "You should too."

I didn't really want to sleep. I had too much adrenaline from the rabid squirrel attack. In the shower I found several scrapes and a bit mark on my shoulder from the cotton candy colored squirrel. When I got out, I patched myself up as the boy's finished up. Thankfully, I didn't need the stitches the boys on the other hand.

"I know it hurts, but I will make you muy guapo once more, but you must quit moving."

I heard from Panchito's room. He was attempting to patch up José. I leaned on the door frame and watched the parrot wiggle as Panchito tried to fix him. He had a long crimson cut echoed into his green feathers.

"José, you should've told us you were hurt this badly," I said, sitting next to him.

"Aye, he didn't say anything." Panchito hit José's good arm.

"As terrifying as it looks, it is but a scratch. Besides, you were hurt, and I was distracted," José told me. I could have sworn José was blushing, which never happened.

"How could you get distracted from something like this?" Panchito asked, appalled.

"Says the one who ate the rotten fruit," I said, and José laughed at the memory. It had made Panchito really sick the rest of the trip.

"I did that on purpose," Panchito said, the correct himself. "Eat the fruit. Not pick a rotten one. Have you ever seen blue fruit? I was curious."

"Good night," Donald said, walking by coughing. He was extremely pale and sluggish.