✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 | 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃

Dark ooze splattered onto the ground drops falling down her chin. Her dark hands held her steady, as her form shook from the ache. She tried not to let herself cry, but tears inched their way down her cheek to join the pile of gunk below her. Y/n had no idea what it was, maybe a bit of blood, mystic energy, or magic goop? Whatever it was, her body wanted nothing to do with it.

She had overexerted herself, much past anything she had ever done before. Maybe she would die here, alone in some alleyway she didn't recognize. Her family would never find her, and it would be weeks before any of them looked.

The ground shook, making her tumble over against the rough concrete of the alley. Her eyes struggled to stay open, as a similar darkness began to cover the whites of her eyes. There was a rather large figure, one with sharp ends and almost as many red eyes.

This was all about fun, about how fun it was to be a witch. Or rather- a yokai. Y/n had always loved a good book, she just happened to find one that was a bit better than others. And while school raged on, she'd explore ancient portals that would take her to ancient hidden cities. And there, is where she found them. They taught her the power of free will, and creation- never-ending imagination. But free will came at a price, one that they had paid long ago.

But Y/n finally stood up, she finally refuted the sediment. All she ever wanted to do was smile, but in a family like hers, no one ever laughed along with her. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't fair that this ancient Yokai she had stumbled upon was chained just as she was. So she did it, she freed the beast from their prison, bounding them together for the rest of eternity.

Y/n wouldn't be alone anymore.

But here she was, watching this monster drag its claws against the stone of the wall- towards her. This wasn't fun, not anymore. She sighed, letting her head fall against the concrete.

But nothing came. The monster stuttered. She hadn't done so in years. She was wounded, wanted and surely coming home to a mess of a business- but couldn't find it in herself to eat the girl. The tufts of her hair reminded her of a certain someone, but more importantly- it was her eyes. She wasn't scared.

The spider woman sighed, ready to turn away the meal. She pulled her legs from the alley, just before they caught onto another piece of debris from the chaos she had caused. Her leg twisted backward, almost ripping her bandages. She hissed, trying to rip free from the mess. The spider finally leaned back, taking a breath to ready herself for the pain. But instead, a black hand grabbed the brick she was stuck under. The rock darkened under her grip, before dissipating into an array of butterflies that quickly fell death on their fourth wing stroke.

All 6 of her eyes widened, the lowly creature that was too pitiful for even her to eat- had given her a hand. A rather dark hand. The girl immediately passed out, head first onto the concrete after the spell. Big Mama cringed, before using one of her hands to gently lift her up, cradling her away from the alley. She hummed, fighting her insides on her action, or lack of it. She had to be useful, with magic like that. And maybe, her heart could agree with that sediment too.

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"We should be expecting guests, my little weasel." Big Mama coed, taking a sip of her tea. Her battle nexus was almost completely rebuilt, 'bigger and better' she would say. But she had lost a lot to the battle of New York, and a bit more from the more recent Krang invasion. Luckily, the hidden city was largely untouched. But her reputation had taken a hit, she had endangered her hotel goers.

When she said 'Bigger and Better' she did mean it. Her new opal, her shining champion of mystic power was the largest attraction yet. Her new little yokai halfling had brought in twice the sales of her old champions. No one could seem to beat the girl, but that wasn't what really got her the attraction anyway. Y/n was an inventor, a creative- a ringleader. Her creations and fates of choice would 'wow' the audience deeper into their seats and wallets. Her fights were as much of a show as a play would be, with a side dish of violence. Wagers would be made amongst the audience, what would she make today? What kind of abomination would Y/n make to destroy her enemy? A serpent, or perhaps a minotaur the size of the stadium.