#callenreese bros

[cakesamu]

[sad-manga-problems]

[skrunksthatwunk]

the land of the gods

[st4rbynn]

Me trying to enjoy halloween without thinking about how ash as someone whos so strong and brave as him was afraid of PUMPKINS😭😭🤏🤏

[ri4naaa]

someone put me out of my misery it's only 10 am

[myartsing]

Just finished banana fish! Don’t worry guys they’re completely fine they just went on a date 🍌 🐠

[iceywrites]

do y'all have any griffin centric fic recs?

[thaliasthunder]

guys i am UNWELL

[insertsacoolname]

Bro his real name is like so eternal and majestic like like - close your eyes and say it out loud or in your mind, u will just feel satisfied and happy 😩💖

✨Aslan Jade Callenreese ✨

[eijispumpkin]

Griffin Callenreese comes back from California as soon as physically possible - that is, the absolute second Jessica’s sister agrees to come watch Michael, he’s out the door in a mad dash to the airport.

He got the call from Max, across the country in New York, this morning. Aslan is missing. Aslan is missing, and weird magic is afoot, and all Griffin can think is that he can’t lose his baby brother. Not again.

The entire flight is mind-numbingly boring, and takes fucking forever. As it turns out, it’s impossible to focus on a book, movie, or podcast while stressed out of one’s mind because of a missing baby brother. Who would have thought!

It’s fine, Griffin tells himself, and downs yet another coffee. It’s fine. It’s gonna be fine. It’ll all be fine.

Since Max is all tied up in a work engagement until evening, Eiji said he’d pick Griffin up from the airport, and Griffin can stay at his place until Max is free. Which is all well and good on paper, but (no offense to Eiji) Griffin isn’t staying there. He’s gonna drop off his backpack and hit the streets. Surely there must be some sign of where Aslan went. He wouldn’t just disappear. He wouldn’t.

“So, um,” Eiji says, hesitating, as they climb out of the subway station. It’s pouring outside, all the streets glittering with dark puddles reflecting the city lights. “There is, uh... one slight complication about you staying over this evening?”

Wearily, Griffin raises an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“I have. Um. Another... visitor?” Eiji fidgets with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “It is... uh... he is friendly! I just... uhm... I think it will be easier to just show you what I mean, actually. Please just... no sudden movements?”

“What,” Griffin says, but Eiji isn’t any more forthcoming, so he just sighs, hefts his backpack, and follows him.

As soon as Eiji turns his key in the lock, there’s a thump from the other side of the door. It swings open, and Griffin has only a brief instant to lock eyes with the very, very familiar lynx perched on the armrest of the sofa--

Aslan yowls and leaps at him, sprinting the few meters between the sofa and the front door as Eiji shouts in alarm. For once in his life, though, Aslan pays Eiji no mind, zooming right past him to wind frantically around Griffin’s legs over and over. He rubs himself against Griffin’s knees, butts his head against Griffin’s hand, and mews desperately, and Griffin finally gets his wits about him again and leans down to scoop him up.

As a human, Aslan has gotten too big to carry around easily. But as a lynx, he’s only around thirty or forty pounds, depending on the season, and it’s like carrying him around as a toddler again. He burrows into Griffin’s shoulder and begins purring almost immediately, but these... aren’t his happy purrs. These are his self-soothing purrs, and the utter relief of knowing where he is gets pushed aside by a sharp pang of worry.

“What is it?” he asks softly, as Aslan gently bonks his forehead into the side of Griffin’s head. “Everyone’s worried. What happened? Why are you...?”

Aslan mews pitifully and gives Griffin big, sad, soulful eyes--the same eyes he used to have when he accidentally tore a teddy bear and pleaded with Griffin to repair it. These are the eyes that say you’re my big brother, you can fix it, right?

“Oh, kit-kat,” Griffin murmurs, realizing. He can’t turn back. Something happened, and he can’t turn back.

Well, it’s not great, but at least he’s safe. And unharmed. Just... cursed. That’s something.

“What is happening,” Eiji asks, staring at them both with utter bewilderment written plain across his face. “What the hell.”

...Oh. He doesn’t know. Right. Griffin is so used to being around Max, his closest confidant, that sometimes he forgets that not everyone knows that the Callenreeses are a shapeshifter family.

With his arms full of fuzzy, purring, distressed baby brother, Griffin can’t place a reassuring hand on Eiji’s shoulder as he tries to explain. All he can do is offer a wry little smile as he hefts Aslan’s weight in his arms.

“Well,” he says, “I found Ash.”

“What?!” Eiji’s jaw drops, and he stares incredulously at the lynx in Griffin’s arms. Griffin expects a bit of protest or disbelief, or something, but instead, Eiji just throws up his hands. “I should have known. I cannot believe you.”

“Most people don’t usually take that revelation so well,” Griffin remarks, hefting Aslan in his arms again.

Eiji, apparently already adjusted to the fact that Aslan is now a giant cat, just gives Aslan a look that can only be described as dour. “He stole the last shrimp from my dinner,” he sniffs. “He is just as rude as always.”

“Aslan,” Griffin sighs.

Aslan lets out the most pathetic little peep Griffin has ever heard.

“Give him here,” Eiji says, and holds out his arms. “I was worried, and this asshole is just stealing my dinner. I am going to hug him to death.”

Aslan’s ears flick, but he lets Griffin pass him over with no protest. He latches onto Eiji immediately, burrowing into his neck and shoulder, and starts up his purrs again, and Griffin sighs softly, exhausted and relieved. Eiji nuzzles Aslan right back, and even kisses the top of his fuzzy head.

“I was so worried about you,” Eiji murmurs. Aslan just purrs harder. Griff, meanwhile, just sets down his backpack and tries to think: what could have cursed Aslan to being bound to only one form? He’s a shapeshifter! That goes against his very nature.

And yet...

One thing is certain: God, is Griff gonna have a wild update to tell Max soon.

[eijinari]

we don’t talk enough about this parallel

[coffeekoe]

the idea of drawing Ash in a crop-top popped into my head so I had to draw it LOL

[sad-manga-problems]

hmm...

[harlemchickenlives]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

[citypopfever]

Nina Simone, I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free

Banana Fish Episode 2, In Another Country

[chaoslynx]

To put it in banana fish terms, its like knowing the fact that griffin never saw ash grow up into an adult because he left for the Vietnam war and then was drugged, then having to witness his brother be dragged down a path of hurt and knowing he might've been able to stop it if only he could have stayed with him

Why would you do this to me