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Outcast p2

~Lo’ak x Metkeyina reader

~Angst, fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- Payakan reunites you and Lo’ak

~Note-I’m making a part 3 so don't worry guys!

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Payakan watched you as you watched the stars. You smiled big as you looked at the one Lo’ak showed you, your eyes never leaving it. You missed him, it was funny that you only spent a couple of hours yet you yearned for him.

You yawned as you moved to lie down on Payakan, “I love you, little one,” you patted his head, “love you,” you said before drifting off. Payakan waited till he knew you were in a deep sleep till he swam toward a village. He loved you so much you were the reason he breathes, but he knew this wasn't a good environment for you.

You deserved to be happy with people who loved you, people like Lo’ak. He wasn't blind he saw the way you both looked at each other. But he knew you being out in the water with him was holding you back. I mean, You were unable to hold an actual conversation. He knew the people who lived in the nearby tribes, all had braids that adorned their hair with shells, while yours was free and definitely had tangles.

All these things, he was unable to provide for you. You deserved to be with your people, and for him to keep you out in the ocean away from anyone, to him, was selfish. He of course would miss your company, your laughter, and the random sounds you’d made when you were happy. He’d miss everything about you, but he knew this was what was best.

He smiled as he watched you sleep, he knew in due time you’d forget about him. He sometimes thinks back to the time he first met you. No one ever went that deep in the ocean, unless they were outcasted like himself. At that moment he knew, you were outcasted. Marked for death. You reminded him of his younger self. Forced to grow up in a world forever changing, and unforgiving.

He wondered if you remembered your family, he knew it was a sore spot for you, so he never brought it up. But he hoped you didn't, they were the few people he deemed unworthy. He barely remembered his mother, but he remembered the feeling she left inside him, loved, and that feeling made him know you needed to leave him.

He decided it best to do it while you slept. So, he wouldn't have to face your sadness, but he knew this would all work out. Or at least he hoped it would.

His eyes landed on some nearby Na’vi who all sat and spoke, he approached a rock and softly titled and placed you down. He made sure they couldn't see him before he looked at you one last time, “I always will love you,” and with that, he made a noise alerting the men on shore before swimming off.

The men saw the lifeless body and quickly went into action. “Get Ronal! The oldest one said as he swam toward the body. Two others followed him, and one ran toward Ronal’s tent.

As they approached your body, they noticed the small breaths you still took. A sigh of relief left the men, “she is breathing that's a good sign,” one picked your body up and examined to see if there were any signs of stress anywhere. “She has the same stripes as Seba,” the oldest one said as everyone's eyes gasped at the reveal. “She couldn't be hers, Seba said her child died many moons ago,” they made hast as the approached Ronal’s tent. “We will figure that out later, right now we need to make sure she is alright.”

Your eyes opened, and you winced at the light. You rubbed your face before going to pet Payakan and felt a different surface. Then you noticed your surroundings, shooting up making a young girl face you, “it's okay!” She approached you as she noticed you start to freak out, “payakan,” you muttered as you looked for an exit. “PAYAKAN,” you screamed as you ran out of the room and tried to get to the ocean.

Your mind was going crazy, what did they do to Payakan? How’d you end up here? You kept running till something grabbed you, and immediately you thrashed in their hold, “NO,” you turned to face the person being met by Ronal. She gasped as she saw your eyes, the same as a dear friend of hers, Seba. “Go!” you said as you fought harder but we're being surrounded by people. “Child, stop!” your eyes began to water as you felt your body become weak. You wept as you felt eyes on you, “home,” you cried before your sadness quickly shifted into anger, “HOME!” everyone looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Child, what do you mean? Where do you come from,” you looked at the older woman before you noticed the girl who helped you earlier, she seemed sad as she watched you thrash and cry. You noticed how everyone around you bore the same facial expression, “Tsireya, please bring her back,” Ronal said as she finally let go of you. Your heart raced as the girl approached you and you backed up, “I don't wanna hurt you! Come with me,” she noticed how you were still hesitant.

Lo’ak had been on punishment. After finally coming home, his father deemed him “untrustable,” and was forced to have someone with him everywhere he went. He thought about escaping and going back to you and Payakan, but he knew it was easier said than done.

He was with his mother when he heard your screams. He obviously, didn't know it was yours and only was able to go when his mother went to the commotion.

“Please come with me,” Tsireya begged you, as you stayed sat in the same position, “NO.” You stayed firm in not moving till you noticed Neytiri and immediately hissed at her before scooting back. Your face fell when you noticed the boy behind her, “Lo’ak!” your arms wrapped around him. Scared of letting go, for fear you’d be alone, “how’d you get here?” the boy asked as he noticed more tears wash over you, “go home!” you cried in the boy's arm.

“How do you know this girl, son?” Neytiri’s eyes widen as she saw you cling to her son for dear life. “She helped save me when I was drowning,” Tsireya smiled at you two, “she hasn't eaten all morning, can you get her to follow me please?” You sniffled in the boy's embrace, “no,” you said softly afraid they would hurt you. “It's okay she's gonna help you!”

You still weren't convinced, “mom, let me help Tsireya,” he pleaded as he held you, “you better not run off,” he nodded quickly before walking with you and Tsireya. You quickly ate what the girl gave to you as Lo’ak sat next to you, “what's her name?” Lo’ak eyes widen as he realized he never asked, he tapped you slowly, “what's your name?” you looked at the girl, and Lo’ak, “little one,” it was what Payakan called you, so you assumed that to be your name. Lo’ak smiled, “you don't remember your real name?” you shook you'd head, “no,” Tsireya couldn't help but let her heartbreak every time she saw you. “What if we called you [Y/n]?” Lo’ak said which earned a big smile from you, “okay!”

Neytiri and Ronal watched as you three spoke. “She is infatuated with your son,” Ronal said. She couldn't help but smile at you, “seems so,” Neytiri said as she watched you and Lo’ak giggle. “She reminds me of an old friend,” Ronal couldn't keep this in any longer. Your eyes taunted her, almost like they were the exact ones. “Her name was Seba, she and I grew up very close. She was there for all my milestones and I was for her. She was in love with a hunter,” Ronal smiled at the memories. She thought she had healed, but the tears that fell from her eyes were proof her wounds were still fresh. “They mated in front of Ewya, and their love was so pure. Being around them you felt the love.” Neytiri placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder, she knew how it felt to revisit the past. How it felt to lose someone close. “They prayed for a baby, and Ewya blessed them with a baby girl, but that day the sky people came.” Ronal’s eyes never left you as you giggled with Tsireya. She smiled as you finally opened up to the girl, “they killed him in front of them,” Ronal remembers the screams of her dear friend, “she became a different person from that day,” Neytiri watched as Ronal broke down, “she was a completely different person, I mourned her death although she stood in front of me.” It’s hard watching the ones you love, slowly disappear.

Ronal composed herself before finishing, “one day she left with her child, and we couldn't find her anywhere. And when she returned she said her child had died on the way back,” Neytiri’s eyes widen, “yet she shed no tear it was the happiest she had been in the last two years,” Ronal couldn't wrap her mind around it. How could she be so happy yet lose the one thing she begged for? “She ended up disappearing, it was the last anyone saw of her,” Neytiri fully wrapped her arms around her, “you do not need to be brave in front of me.” She broke down in her arms. Neytiri couldn't help but tear up, “and that girl's eyes are the same as hers.” She wished she could explain better, but she knew deep down you were Seba’s daughter.

You eventually ended up meeting the rest of Lo’ak’s siblings. You and Kiri hit it off, to Lo’ak’s dismay, and she helped you learn how to sign. You enjoyed their company, but you longed to go home. Home to Payakan, you watched as the clouds moved in the sky.

“Can I braid your hair?” Kiri asked as she ran a hand down it. “Can I help?” Tuk said making her way next to her, your eyes fell on the girl's hair, and you sat down in front, “braid!” you let them do your hair and giggled as the younger girl told you stories. You were happy here, the people were nothing like the ones Payakan told you of.

After they finished your hair, you traveled to a spot and sat while looking off into the distance, you were thinking of everything, your mother, Payakan, and Lo’ak. You sighed deeply, life was getting complicated.

“What are you thinking of?” Lo’ak questioned you, he took notice of your hair. The usual messy hair sat in neat braids that ran past your shoulders. You looked absolutely gorgeous to him. “I miss home,” you said as you looked at him. He knew it was selfish to want you to stay, even though he knew you were unhappy, “I know you miss him, I miss him too,” he brought you into a hug which you gladly accepted, “but happy here too,” you said as you stared into his eyes. He smiled at you, “your gorgeous, [Y/n],” You titled your head, “I mean I think your pretty,” he said as you blushed, “Lo’ak gorgeous,” you said as you smiled big.

He laughed, “thank you,” you nodded before placing a kiss on his lips. You giggled as he looked so taken back before he grabbed and kissed you back. “Lo’ak happy?” you said as you pet his head, something you did to Payakan. He nodded, “Lo’ak very happy.” The peace that covered you was a feeling you’d never felt before. You hoped it last forever.

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Yay! I was able to finish, I’ll definitely be making a part 3 their story is not finished :) hope you enjoy it!

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rottenappleinthebox · 11 months

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Plata bros #1

(Plata (silver) bros bc when they used to be one country their name was Provincias Unidas del Río de la Plata (United Provinces of River of Silver))

Did you guys know Spamano had 2 children together? Well, now you do lol

Reference for the lovely mutuals that aren't into Hetalia/Latin Hetalia:

Argentina/Martín Hernández

Uruguay/Sebastián Artigas

Spain/Antonio Fernández Carriedo

South Italy/Romano/Lovino Vargas

Italy/Feliciano Vargas

France/Francis Bonnefoy

UK/Arthur Kirkland

Some Plata bros headcanons I have:

They both talk a lot but Tini (Martín) is the most shit-talker, though they're also very non-verbal. When they go non-verbal, they're the only ones who can understand each other (Lovino and Feliciano can understand them to an extent too).

They both love doing skincare and generally love to look their best, but Sebas takes it more seriously.

While Tini has a love-hate relationship with Alfred (US/America), Sebas admires him and secretly wishes to be like him. They both find Alfred's hero complex annoying though.

They generally have a good relationship, but they eventually get on each other's nerves if they're together for too long. They have a silent competition over who's the better country though.

They both are very physically affectionate and are personal space invaders, but they've been learning about consent. Sebas has a better grasp on consent while Tini has a more challenging time keeping his hands to himself.

They both love and see Lovino as a mother figure and would call him "mamá", but with Antonio... Well, nowadays they have a better relationship with him, but Tini refuses to call him "padre", he calls him "Anto" or "Tonio" instead.

They both like Feliciano a lot, but Sebas finds him a little annoying.

Tini used to see Francis as a role model but nowadays he finds him annoying at best, a rival at worst. He does tend to orbit around Francis a lot bc he loves to feed into his chaoticness (as I see it, Tini is chaotic neutral while Francis is chaotic evil).

Sebas sees Arthur as a role model to this day and likes him a lot, but when it comes to the Arg vs Eng/UK thing he would back up Tini immediately.

Sebas tends to be very protective over Tini bc his older brother is a magnet for disaster.

Tini hates being called "Little Italy" by European countries (bc of how much Argentina takes after the Italian culture) bc he puts a lot of effort into being his own country, while Sebas hates being called "Argentina's little sidekick" bc he hates living in his brother's shadow.

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endpapcrs · 10 months

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xolo maridueña . he/him. cis man. ›spotted at the met steps , sebastián luis dominguez herrera , most likely listening to people watching by conan gray with their airpods pro . the twenty-four year old gained quite a reputation , known to be absent minded yet romantic to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about pomegranate juice staining fingers and sleeves, bundles of thorned roses cut and tied together by hand, and tangled cords and pedals crowding a studio floor, followed by giorgio armani aqua di gio . latest nepoupdates article talks about how they are trying to start a cult, but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

*˖ ⊹ basics ☆ﾟ

name : sebastián luis dominguez herrera ( seba, or goes by luis to some of his family )

age : twenty-four

pronouns : he/him

orientation : heterosexual

place of birth : veracruz, mexico

occupation : music producer

zodiac sign : scorpio

*˖ ⊹ bio ☆ﾟ

seba's biological mother was a young woman who knew in her bones when she found out she was pregnant that she wasn't ready for the baby. she had no idea who the father was, and still in high school with dreams of continuing on through university, she didn't have the funds or the support system to raise a child, so she made the smart decision to put him into the adoption system. being a young baby, with big eyes and a happy temperament, it wasn't long until he was selected for adoption by a young couple who had been hoping for a baby, but had come to figure that they probably were incapable of having one.

seba's adoptive mother was a prominent mexican scream queen and his adoptive father who was a famous tejano musican who had grown big for his beautiful love songs. it wasn't long after they had taken seba home that their miracle baby, baby luna, was born. young enough not to remember the adoption process and raised in a family that had nothing but love for him, seba grew to know the dominguez herrera family as if they were his biological parents, and he loved baby luna the most. the two siblings were practically inseparable as kids, constantly getting into mischief together.

the family was a big name when they were kids, raised in a community of people who all seemed to know who they were were before they could even walk. growing up, however, their public perception began to shift : their mother, eager to adopt the strangeness that came with her movie roles, had spurred rumours that the family were brujas. seba, raised in an environment that had always been full of year-round halloween decorations, the long, black, sweeping robes his mother would wear and the bizarre hobbies luna would take up never saw anything wrong with the way they were living.

in fact, the criticism placed upon the family confused him. he was unable to determine why the other kids in their classes didn't like the two dominguez herrera children, so most of their snide comments would roll of seba's back. in fact, he had picked up his mother's eccentric charm and father's dreamy personality : and from a young age seba had figured out that putting those two things together gained points in his favour to those around them who were immediately distrusting. he would wear his heart on his sleeve, parading it around to the other students : see, i'm just like you, even as he was showing up to school in exaggerated costumes that would match the ones his mother would wear on screen.

when his parents pulled seba out of school alongside his sibling, moving them away to new york, seba was disappointed. always an extrovert, he found it difficult to stay focused on his home school studies. his attention would always drift elsewhere-- to the plans he would make with ' friends ' outside of his home library walls, or the instruments and unfinished songs that were scattered across his bedroom floor. books and papers and pens were never particularly seba's thing.

looking for ways out of his studies, and not interested in acting classes like luna, seba would spend almost all of his time trailing after his father. he learned the intricacies of music from him: the cultural importance, the history, the ways different instruments could be used to create different impacts. for once, it was something that seemed to catch seba's attention, and he threw himself in full force. he picked up all sorts of instruments, from the accordian to electric synthesizers. like the rest of his family, he was fascinated by sounds, how they interacted with each other, and what he could do with them.

it was around the time seba was fifteen that his parents told him his biological mother wanted to meet him. they respected whatever decision he made and wanted to give him the opportunity to decide for himself. seba agreed, and over the next few years slowly began to develop a relationship with the woman who had birthed him. the dominguez herrera family were his family, and luna was his sibling, but he felt a sense of obligation to the woman who clearly wanted to have a relationship with her biological son. it was difficult to do that, however, while she was still in veracruz and they had moved to new york, so the relationship he formed with her spanned mostly through email and the occasional visit.

seba helped luna and their father produce two albums on latin american folklore and folk music named Musas vol. 1 and 2. while luna was fascinated by the stories they were telling through the music, seba wanted to reflect that in the sounds of the music. it was working on these albums that seba learned the most from his father on how music production worked ; and it was the thing that confirmed for him it was what he wanted to do. the siblings were some of the youngest latin grammy winners, with Musas vol. 2 winning two latin grammys.

after that, seba began working with luna to produce most of her music. together they collaborated on a few different albums ( see: stuff by the marias, specifically superclean vol i and vol ii. ) he also collaborated with some other young artists, slowly helping luna to solidify the dominguez herrera name in the amercian music industry.

growing up somewhat isolated and only surrounded by his loving family, seba was also naive. in a household where his father was consistently writing love songs for his mother, and witnessing the (seemingly) pure love they had for each other, it became something that seba dreamed as the ideal for himself. since he was old enough to understand what relationships were, seba started throwing himself into them with full-force, often times in an intense manner that moved far too fast for the time that he had been within them. he would always end up getting his heart broken, either when his own interest fizzled out or the other person pulled away, and so as he aged, he became incredibly wary of relationships. they became an unattainable ideal as though to keep his fragile heart in check : he liked to chase, to leave handpicked bouquets of flowers on doorsteps or write love songs to play on guitar, but the moment that someone reciprocated that interest he got cold feet and ran.

currently he's working on the early parts of producing a new full-length album with luna ( the marias, cinema ) but she's preoccupied with other things so he's not too committed to it right now.

*˖ ⊹ personality ☆ﾟ

seba and luna are two sides of the same coin, though seba is a little bit more toned down. he is equally as pretentious and extra, loving his big soft bathrobes and going around and helping luna light all the candle lamps in their house every evening. he's a lot more outgoing than luna, though. if they're the introvert, seba is the extrovert. he's always eager to make friends ( & potentially more... man is falling in love like 3 different times a day with 3 different people. ) he's such a dreamy romantic, so loves the idea of big romantic gestures and romantic things like the sound of rain and as i said before, bundles of handpicked flowers, but because he's scared of getting his heart broken so easily he's also very difficult to get to tie down in one place and he gets very flighty and fidgety when someone wants something like " real " with him. loves the chase though and loves being flirty. doesn't like feeling trapped and that includes committing to one person baby !! he is very charming though, even if he's very weird and definitely says some shit that he only gets away with because pretty privilege exists. owns a big boa constrictor named pablo neruda after the poet ( though he just calls him pablo. ) very much one of those ' the arts are so important !! you gotta support them !! " people. he is naive and gullible and will believe anything anyone tells him.

*˖ ⊹ potential connections ☆ﾟ

tba !

#*˖ ⊹ sebastián luis dominguez herrera ☆ﾟ ( intro )#nepofm.intro

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its-snicket-here · 2 years

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Finding rainbows in the rain

Shh... I'll fix the legs later after what felt like eons of me not drawing, but I need to dump this short lil' imagine before this like get buried deep in my drafts.

It was pouring. The skies were muddled with such a gloomy color, that it made the Tomb felt more of an ancient ruin than the great guild of Ainz Ooal Gown. The entrance of the Tomb was cold, unfortunately faced where the chilled winds of the New World breezed by, but it didn't bother you. You were dressed finely in your self made coat and sou'wester, a last ditch attempt of holding old memories in case you won't be returning back home again...

These clothing gave you fond memories, often times reminding you of your husband... He wasn't always in the photos whenever he has the camera. Always preferring to be the one behind the camera than being in the photo physically, but you would always remember the twinkle in his eyes. That look he would always gives you whenever you lock eyes behind the camera, if eye can kill by love, you would be already 6 feet below ground. He always loved taking photos of you when the two of you were young and dumb...

Footsteps echoed in the entrance, footsteps that were much more heavier than yours, alongside a staff tapping along with the rhythm. Though you didn't may much attention to it, rather much stuck in a memory in a loop. A memory that made you dearly miss your husband. The footsteps and tapping came louder the more closer the figure was to you, yet still, you were entranced with the rain.

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The closer Ainz was to the entrance, the more familiar the figure was to him. Originally he didn't knew anything about the figure when he was reported that there was somebody at the entrance taking shelter from the rain. Albedo, Sebas, and a few other servants at the time insisted that they'll remove the unwanted guest themselves for him, but Ainz rejected all of their offers. Preferring that he get his mother to handle with human guests, but he couldn't sense her presence anywhere when finding her.

Though it was a haunch that the supposed person taking shelter was his mother, but had doubts about it, as he knew that his mother would reply already before he even called for her. An odd occurrence for him when he realized his mother hasn't appeared even when he called out for her.

"Mother?"

Steps away and the figure hasn't responded, but he already knew, that it was his mom. His eyes going further than the hypnotized woman in front of him, he too, watched the rain. God, how long ago did he saw rain... actual rain that doesn't cause diseases... Rain that isn't mustard yellow, toxic green, or a murky brown? He could see why, his moth-

"Mom!"

"Mom! Dad! Look! It's raining!" A young boy cried out. The small dull bunker atmosphere contrasted greatly against the bright lights and the upbeat energy of the family. The stove was on and food was cooking. The TV was on and cartoons was playing. Sound of pages turning fluttered on a chair. The food smells amazing. The cartoons was amazing. The appeasing sound of the books turning became like a lullaby. Everything... was happy.

A low chuckle appeared behind the boy, as the father squatted down next to the boy's side. "Indeed it is, firecracker." His toothy grin matched with the boy's reaction, his hand ruffling and tussling the freshly dried hair of the young boy's. Squeals and whines where heard, as the sound of feet stomping pursued after.

The broth bubbled and swirled, smell of chicken and veggies heavily perfumed in the kitchen. The small over ticked as the bread rises and fall into perfect loaves, oh dear, I think one of them conjoined together. But it didn't mattered. The mother was happy, eyes soft seeing the father and the young boy chasing each other like cat and mouse. "Don't break anything, boys!" She yelled out with such sweetness, it almost made the father stop to wonder how he found such treasure in this bleak world.

Of course, she would be responded with a chorus of "Yes, Mommy" and "Yes, Honey." Oh how to makes her melt being responded with love from the two things that brighten her up. She dares say that it also recharges her up with a surge of energy seeing the two people she loves happy. The rain may be a symbol of such grievances, but not for them. The rain, sun, snow, or even a war brings them together. The bombs may be raining, but they still hold their smiles for the young boy... Wide... big smiles to still be a small happy family.

It was the last time when Ainz fondly remembers back in the real world... The time where Ainz remembered his father being alive... The time where his mom seemed happier than normal. The time when everything was just normal. He wasn't just some all powerful sorcerer that has the greatest plan. He wasn't just Ainz Ooal Gown. He wasn't just the all knowing and strong sorcerer, Ainz Ooal Gown, or the great Dark Knight Monogoma. He just want to be remembered as-

"Zuki?" Yes... Just Suzuki...

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Feeling that your son was here, you turned around calling out his name with a soft smile. Seeing the familiar skeletal figure your son is now stuck in, you reached out your hand.

"Would you like to find the rainbows in the rain, Zuki?"

#lord ainz #ainz ooal gown #overlord x reader #mom reader #mom!reader #ainz x mom! reader #x reader #overlord #platonic #reader insert #drabble #imagine #overlord imagine

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sebcastillo · 5 months

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⸻⸻ ✦ OSCAR ISAAC, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ SEBASTIAN “SEBA” CASTILLO the FORTY year old has been in the QZ for FIVE YEARS. The DOCTOR is/are said to be WELL-MANNERED and BURDENED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. ( mel / 23 / est / they/them )

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: child neglect, death, murder, parental death, medical procedures

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Name: Sebastian Leonardo Castillo Nicknames/Alias: Seba (most common), Seb

Faceclaim: Oscar Isaac

Age: Forty Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Queer/unlabled Date/Place of Birth: July 6th / Miami, FL Currently: Dallas QZ

Positive Traits: Well-mannered, gentle, compassionate Negative Traits: Burdened, cynical, gullible Astrological Sign: Cancer Archetype: The Quiet Intellectual

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

There is always a sense of paternal nature that comes with being the eldest son, the expectation to care -- no matter what befalls. It can certainly be said when one things of Sebastian Leonardo Castillo, born to Marjorie and Mateo Castillo in an overflowing Miami hospital. While the words were never distinctly uttered, they showed as the Castillo family expanded in his early years. What started as a family of three became four, then five, then six. His parents soon found themselves being stretched thinner and thinner, bills piling up on the kitchen table until they were swimming in them.

From the very moment Sebastian held his drivers license between his fingers, he became the present parent. A typical teenage social life was soon consumed by a part time job, and education soon no longer became a vessel to improve his own future, but his siblings in turn.

Not a child, but a parental figure.

At the age of twenty, Sebastian was on track to attend medical school -- the top of his class. Escape from his home came in the form of a full-ride to Harvard, where he soon found himself loosing touch with his three siblings one by one.

And then, the outbreak came. What was once a false utopia he had found had shattered to pieces, replaced by a dystopian hellscape. While he knew some of the basic skills to keep himself afloat, the privilege he had been given stripped the rest from him. He knew one thing for certain, however -- he had to find his family. Even from thousands of miles away.

He stumbled across a recruiter soon after -- looking for those seeking shelter somewhere on the outskirts of Chicago. While he never had intended to end up there, anywhere for that matter -- it seemed like that was the safest thing to do, to go where the road takes you. He spent the next few years in safety there, assisting medically however he could. Alongside his mentor, another doctor, he found a way to adapt and help in this strange new world.

That is -- until a raid five years back took his home from him, as well as his mentor, who he will never forget cry out for him to take him, before the virus takes me. Then the gunshot. And then -- nothing.

In Dallas, family came in the form of his little sister, the second eldest in their brood. She had lived safely there since the outbreak, where he would then learn the fate of his family. His parents, in the one selfless act they had ever done, sacrificed themselves so their other children could run. His sister had watched as her mother was bitten, and their father couldn't bare to leave her, the one sign of devotion she had ever seen that hadn't been to his job. She had been searching for the other two siblings, but as the days pass -- she becomes less optimistic.

He has since become a respected doctor in the Dallas quarantine zone, even if his mild-mannered nature seems far too demure for some. When it all comes down to it, he will do anything to protect the people he loves, as well as the people in his care.

Call that a parental nature.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

One thing that has never died since the outbreak is Seba's love for retaining knowledge. He reads absolutely anything he can get his hands on.

Very soft spoken and reserved when he's not with a patient. However, he appears to be much more analytical and direct when he is. He feels confident in very few things -- but his knowledge of this new world medicine is one of them.

One thing he both prides himself on a despises himself before at the same time, is the humanity that he still clings to. That he has a certain amount of faith in the world and the people around him. And yet, this leaves him the potential to be sucked in by the wrong people.

Spends a decent amount of time at the bar, but not always to drink. Mainly because his solitude as a soft-spoken academic can occasionally get lonely and he finds comfort in the company.

MORE TO COME.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Best Friends - these people are the pieces of him Sebastian never knew he was missing. Without these two, he doesn't know how he would stay standing. ( 0/2 ): OPEN

Friends - Seba cares deeply for these people, and they always have a home with him. No matter what. ( 1/any ): Emmeline Hall, Orla Martin, OPEN

Drinking Buddies - Sometime's he'll drink, sometimes he won't. However, Seba has been known to stop by the bar to spend time with these select people - even if it's just to chat or listen ( 1/3 ): Orla Martin, OPEN

Exes - Seba doesn't open himself up to many people, simply because he's a bit on the shyer side and wonders if it's even worth it. However, these two people managed to capture his heart. Even if it didn't work out, no matter how they feel about each other now, Seba holds a special place in his heart for them. ( 0/2 ): OPEN

Crush - If there's one thing about Seba, he's always going to have stars in his eyes. Even if there's the slightest chance it will cause him pain. ( 1/1 ): Axel Ulrich

Like Children - If there's anything many of the people I write with know about me - I'm gonna write a protective dad character. Seba is 110% on the lengthy list. He has a tendency to take people under his wing, no matter if they like it or not. Doesn't hurt to have a doctor on your side, now does it? ( 1/any ): Dylan Monroe, OPEN

I am more than happy for this list to keep growing, but these are the ideas that did come to mind!

#seba // about #dallasintro #// my man x

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chibimyumi · 3 years

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A couple thoughts on season 2: I loveddddd Alois more than anything but the season itself sucked. I'm still also confused why Claude lied to Alois that Sebastian killed Luka? Like, Claude didn't know Sebastian or Ciel. Why would he tell Alois to "get" Ciel as revenge for Sebastian killing Luka if Sebastian never killed Luka? And Claude didn't know Ciel/Sebastian? That was one of the biggest plot holes

A couple thoughts on season 2, continued: Another thing. Hannah's arc was ridiculous and pretty stupid. She holds the demon sword and is arguably the strongest demon and yet she carries the sword as a "sheath" for other male demons? And she acts more subservient and is demeaned more than any of the other servants? AND her motivation is being a mother figure to Luka/Alois? Her pain is also sexualized, especially whenever Claude is taking the demon sword out of her. I despise her as a character A couple thoughts on season 2, continued: I loved Alois both as a character and as a foil to Ciel, especially now that 2CT has been confirmed. I wish his character was used to address the deeper questions and themes of the show. He went through a very similar traumatic experience to Ciel which resulted in him contracting a demon and then lying about who he is to attain power/nobility. He essentially is an alternate version of Ciel who wasn't born into wealth and privilege. A couple thoughts on season 2, finished: I would have loved Alois' arc to address two major themes: 1) O!Ciel's identity and self esteem due to him being a liar who feels undeserving of his position yet doomed to stay in it. 2) The conflict between Ciel's drive for revenge versus his subconscious wish to live with those he loves, combined with his bind to Sebastian, who will kill him if he tries to escape. I loved that this was referenced in the Hamlet OVA. TL;DR season 2 should've done better

【Response to: Characters of Season II…. what?】

Dear Anon,

Thanks for sharing your opinions. Ermm yeah, Season II really was a train wreck crashed against the iceberg which also brought down the Campania. It is almost fascinating, but it also makes you go: "What's a train doing in the middle of the ocean...???"( ´Ôдó)ﾝ？

As to your confusion regarding the giant plot hole of Claude lying about Luka; the answer is: "CUZ PLOT!"

As also said in the post linked above, the writers of Season II knew very well that the new characters have nothing that can be linked to the original main duo, and also cannot be inserted into Sebas and Ciel's story, because Ciel's revenge had already been concluded. In order to connect the two duos, some shoehorning and duct-taping became essential.

The entire plot of Season II can be represented using the following picture in my opinion.

#Season 2 #Kuroshitsuji #Anime #Black Butler #Alois Trancy #Claude Faustus #Whaaat????

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alpineglowx · 3 years

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I'll Do The Same {Din Djarin x OC} Chapter One: Silhouettes

pairing: mando/din djarin x female oc

warnings: none

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“Get up here, now, or I’m gonna have your head, Sai’Lya!”

Her head shot up, and the pain that followed from banging her skull into the top of the sleeping chamber ached immensely. Thell held her head, only for a moment; it was the only time she was allowed, before slipping her brown and gray garments over her head. Her tattered grey cloak was last, securing the gold pin tightly around her chest as she swung her legs over the chamber to slip her feet into her boots. Her toe was nearly sticking out through the front again; she would have to ask Miko for news ones, if he could afford to risk it.

Thell stumbled down the steel corridor, tying her hair into a knot to make herself look at least a bit more presentable. The hallways turned to a sudden stunning white that reflected the fancy interior of Bespin’s greatest business lord, Bleys Darand’s, mansion.

Thell had worked and lived with him for as long as she could remember. Her mother had been with her too, until the sickness that had ravaged Bespin for two years took her too, along with many of her friends. That had been over ten years ago. She was twenty nine now, nearly thirty, and twelve when her mother had passed. She had never known her father, and for the most part, she was alone. Miko, another servant in the adjacent building, was the only one she could scarcely call her a friend. He was a grumpy old man who only took pity on her because he had been fond of her mother.

That’s what it had been for years now; sympathy from others, for the people who she had come from, been born from. She herself had never been able to prove her own worth, and it was what she wanted more than anything else. For someone to appreciate her for her own self, her own spirit, to actually see her, and not someone she had been associated with.

Bleys Darand came into her view much sooner than she had expected, whirling around the corner so fast she had to skid on her heels to avoid crushing him.

“Where in the Maker have you been, girl?” He growled, tugging her forward with a harsh grasp on her arm. “I needed the entire room to be cleaned before my guests arrived, and you are twenty minutes behind schedule!”

Thell gritted her teeth and tried to stop the tears she knew were coming. She only looked away, nodded, and waited for him to release her.

“Insolent child,” came Darand’s harsh voice again. “I don’t see the reason in keeping you around if you can’t do the simplest of tasks. Don’t make me regret making that promise to your mother all those years ago.”

He shoved her forward, so hard her knees slammed into the smooth marble flooring, and when she raised her hands they were streaked with red. Thell waited until she had heard Darand move from the room until she rose to her feet again, dusting off her pants.

She hated the cleaning, the constant need to have everything perfect, when Darand already lived in the most perfect place in the galaxy. But the view was nice. For at least now, it would suffice.

The sun was rising, casting golden glows and beaming rays of yellow and orange across the cityline. Thell stepped closer to the window, closer and closer until she could let her fingertips rest against the glass, hoping, wishing, that one day she could fly past that swirl of clouds and sunshine and make it into that neverending void of space and stars.

. . . . .

The day had been lonely, like most. The other servants never made eye contact with her, wanted nothing to do with her. They knew the promise Darand had made her mother the night she died, wasting away from a sickness no doctor could cure.

“Please, momma.”

“You have to be strong, my star,” her mother whispered, her voice strained with sickness. “You have to be strong for me.”

Thell had been twelve at the time, and the pain of losing her best friend, her only friend, had not been made any easier. Watching her wither away for months, being forced to spend less and less time with her as Darand gave her more responsibilities.

But something was different that night, Thell could feel it. Her mother had told her stories of the Force, the Jedi, the thing that tied all living beings together. She wondered if she was feeling it, that mystical Force her mother had told her stories of late at night.

“Momma, please. I need you,” Thell begged, wrapping her small fingers tight around her mother’s thin arm.

Her mother’s arm came up, tucked a wandering lock of copper hair behind her ear.

“I’ll always be with you, Thell. You know that.”

Her mother tried to smile, even with her sickly skin and pale eyes.

“Momma... I don’t know-”

Footsteps echoed behind them, and Thell curled close to her mother, her eyes narrowing when she noticed Bleys Darand stepping into their chambers.

“Thell, step into the other room for a moment, please,” her mother said, but when she didn’t move, pressed, “Thell, now.”

With gritted teeth and teary eyes, Thell fled from the chamber, huddling on the opposite wall, the one that faced the window. She wrapped her hands around her knees and ducked her head down, letting the tears stain her garments. She could hear her mother and master speaking, but only faintly. She could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

She strained closer to the open doorway, pressing her ear against the corridor.

“You have to promise me that, Darand.”

“Seba, I...”

“You have to. She is the only thing I have ever loved. Too many children die in this galaxy because they don’t have people that care for them. I don’t care if you do not show her love as I did, but I need you to promise me that you will take care of her. I don’t want you throwing her to the streets as soon...”

The conversation drifted off, and Thell sniffed, bringing her ear closer.

“I have served your family since you were a young man. The least I am asking for is that you give her a home.”

“I.... I will.”

“I need you to promise me.”

Thell heard Darand sigh heavily. “I promise. I will take care of her.”

“I will be gone soon... I am thankful to know that.”

“That’s... another thing, I needed to speak about with you.”

Thell leaned against the wall, catching her breath as she swung the sack of cleaning supplies over her shoulder. It was nearly sundown, the end of her shift. She could relax, stretch her legs, maybe even take a walk around the artificial garden that sat atop Darand’s mansion.

Thell had just placed the sack of cleaning supplies back in their closet when she heard a loud, unnerving thump. Twisting her head the other direction, Thell’s eyes followed down the dark corridor, only lit by small yellow lamps. She waited, the only sound being her breath as she tried to slow her racing nerves.

“You’re just being stupid,” Thell whispered, trying to pluck up any courage she had.

Taking a small metal rod, meant for cleaning, in one hand, she tiptoed down the hallway, delicately placing one foot in front of the other. The hallway was quiet, almost dead silent save for the hum of the lights and air converters.

But someone was there, a large, shadowy figure standing like a statue at the end of the hall. She had blinked only for a moment and he was there, standing as stiff as a mop. Thell couldn’t see them clearly, not with the limited light, but they didn’t look like anyone who belonged in Darand’s mansion.

Her blood turned to ice, and something like panic rose in her veins. As slowly as she could, she turned on one foot, gently pacing back the direction she had come. Maybe, if he hadn’t noticed her walking forward yet, he wouldn’t bother her.

But something was wildly unnerving at having to turn her back to him. Especially when as soon as she started walking, she heard a loud clang on metal, like it was hitting the floor. Thell flinched, drawing her shoulders in, and dared a peek over her shoulder. Sweat was dripping down her neck now, past her eyes and under her shirt collar.

The stranger had stepped only a foot closer, however, Thell could see that they had placed their hand on their hip.

“Where is Bleys Darand?”

The deep voice, although modulated by a helmet, was like a punch in the chest for Thell. It was both confirmation that she wasn't going crazy and seeing people at night, and that someone was stupid enough to come after someone like Darand.

Thell turned all the way around, her hands shaking like she was holding a buzzing canister. She knew her options: obviously, this person was trying to kill or at least kidnap Darand, and would stop anyone who came in their way. And from the looks of it, this person knew their way around town.

But there was also the matter of who Darand was to her, the promise he had made to her mother over fifteen years ago. If he was killed, or taken, what would she be then? Cast out to the streets, made a slave to yet another master?

Dread prickled up her neck for both circumstances, but for once, she didn’t have to make the decision.

“Get down!”

Thell dropped to the floor, holding her hands over her head as a rush of blaster fire soared over her, explosions and sparks being thrown to each opposite end of the hall. There were footsteps around her on all sides, vibrating the floor beneath her shaking form and causing her to peak at the scene unfolding around her.

A body dressed in black, one of Darand’s guard, lay on the floor only a few feet in front of her. There were small bouts of flames on the walls, blaster marks on the white marble flooring, evidence of a battle not wanting to be won easily.

But there was no one else in the hallway. The mysterious man and the other guards must have fled down a hall, and relief surged through Thell’s body. But she scrambled toward the guard anyway, pulling him onto his back and shoving the mask off his face. He was still breathing, just barely, taking shaky, gulping breaths that made Thell realize the shot must have been fatal.

He tried to raise a hand, but it barely made it off the floor. His eyes were frantic, blood starting to gurgle from his mouth.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Thell hushed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Man...” the guard wheezed, his eyes squeezing shut.

“I know.”

She had seen death before, seen it take away the one she cared most about, so she did not fear it. It did not make it easier, however, to know that this man was young, and suffering, and he would be dead in moments.

Suddenly she was back in real life, and something was being shoved against her hand: a blaster.

Blinking, Thell turned back to the man, whose scrunched eyes were directly on her.

“Take it,” he hissed.

Thell shook her head, knowing what a weapon of that power meant, what it could so easily do to someone in a second.

“No.”

“Take it!” The pressure of the blaster ceased as the man’s eyes rolled back, and he went limp against the floor, the weapon lying limp against Thell’s arm. There was a tear rolling down her face and she roughly wiped a sleeve against it, smearing the wetness. With trembling fingers, Thell closed the man’s eyelids, and placed her hand over his forehead, closing her own eyes.

“Udesiir,” she whispered, just as her mother before her had done when staff members of Darand’s household had passed away. The last time she had spoken the word was over fifteen years ago, and it felt just as raw.

She grabbed the blaster, stumbled away from the dead guard, and fled the opposite direction down the hallway.

The hallways were quiet, but littered with the marks of blaster fire and struggle. Windows were smashed through, letting in a more than chilly breeze that ruffled Thell’s cloak. Glass crunched under her shoes, and she made her way carefully, slowly through the halls, holding the blaster out in front of her. But as far as she could tell, no one else had been killed, and no one else but the guards that had chased after the man knew that he was here.

The hallways were silent until she rounded a corner, and came into the main living area that Darand spent most of his time in. This section was unharmed, looking as clean as she had left it, but something was off. The holo was on, showing scenes from a holodrama that Darand loved to watch. But from where she could see at her position at the edge of the wall, no one was in the room.

So she inched forward, holding the blaster out in front of her, twisting her head to look in every possible direction for an attack. Thell came closer, rounding the circular white couch that encompassed most of the room. Her goal had been to turn off the holo, probably left on by another servant or Darand himself, but her gaze had been glued to the center of the couch.

It was only when she had stumbled back, smacking her backside into the marble floor from the pure shock, that she could see clearly what was sitting on the couch.

It was some small, green alien, no taller than a foot high, from his position on the couch. If it even was a he. He was dressed in a bulgy tan robe that covered his feet and most of his three toed hands. Long, expressive ears stuck out from the side of his squashed head, and large black eyes stared back at her from his spot. From here, she could see wisps of light hair on his head, but he nearly looked bald. He was the strangest, but nearly cutest, creature Thell had ever seen.

And he was watching the holodrama. Even holding the remote in his tiny green hand.

So Thell let the blaster fall to her side, swallowing hard so she could speak without trembling.

“Um, hello.”

The small thing tilted its head, made a small squeaking noise, and directed its attention back to her. Thell’s jaw dropped.

“You’re just a kid,” she whispered to no one in particular, stunned.

So Thell stood slowly, letting her hands open so the child could see that she was unarmed.

“Hi, little guy,” she said softly, gently kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head again, his ears twitching at her words. “Where did you come from?”

He made a soft noise again, and his nose twitched, like he was trying to say something. And Thell was ready to speak again when she heard a loud yell down one of the adjacent hallways. Her head shot up, and she expected to see that strange man walk in through the corridor. But it seemed she had some time.

Thell looked back at the child. “Come on, little guy. I need to get us somewhere safe.”

When it didn’t seem like he would object, Thell pulled him against her chest and rose to a standing position, going to grab her blaster. She had just bent down to grab it when she heard that familiar metal clang on the floor, and that same deep voice.

“Put him down.”

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oxiosa · 3 years

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This is the ask for you to endlessly rant about the capri AU in case you decide to. I’m dying for that au

LMAO THAT SETTLES THEN TUMBRL RANT IT IS

Ok so the universe is pretty much just a mush of the Cisplatine War (with some historical changes) + some Capri elements I kindly borrowed from Mrs. Pacat. So it is a bit of a mess between historical fiction and fantasy. I’ll start setting some of the fic foundations universe and history wise before I jump into current events, get comfy ‘cause this is gonna get LONG

Martín is the only Heir to the Argentinean Crown. He takes his role as prince quite seriously; he wants to make his father and his country proud. His people love him unconditionally, but it is more a star-struck sense of deep admiration. They see him high up on this unreachable golden pedestal like some sort of knight in a shiny armour with a choir of angels behind him.

Luciano is the Heir to the Brazilian Crown, but unlike Martín he is not an only child. He is the oldest male son, but he has siblings – I only have Angola as his far-more-competent older sister in mind at the moment, but I’m particularly interested in giving him younger siblings (lusofam stans hit askbox pls). Luciano is far more relaxed about his prince role, which makes him far more approachable than Martín. As expected, this makes him very popular among his people, who have a very dear fondness over their young kind handsome prince.

Sebastián is the son of the Duke of Uruguay, so no, he’s not Martín’s brother by blood but actually his cousin. They were raised together and have a very close bond, which is why they think of each other in terms of brothers. Sebas had a bit of rocky life; he spent most of his childhood with Martín, until Brazil occupied Uruguay and he and his family were taken as prisoners by the Empire. Since they were royalty, it was a privileged captivity, it’s not like they threw them into dungeons, they just weren’t allowed to leave the palace or contact Argentina. During those years, Sebastián met Luciano and they became close friends. Eventually Argentina reclaimed Uruguay and Sebastián and his family returned to Buenos Aires.

Daniel is there too, somewhere somehow. I’m not sure what his role would be, but he is Martín and Sebas’ cousin too. He is younger than Tincho and older than Sebas, but since his mother was the late King’s youngest sister, Sebas goes first in line of succession.

Francis is part of French aristocracy, so he’s just there hanging around, assisting parties and charming people, just living the life. He likes to mingle with Royalty of all sort, so he frequents both Argentina’s and Brazil’s courts and has known both Luciano and Martín since they were children. He likes to consider himself some sort of cool uncle to the Crown Princes.

Argentina is a monarchy I very dramatically called the United Provinces of the Kingdom of Argentina because a fancy mouthful of a name really suits us. However, they still have many elements of the structure of a democracy, so it’s less like the old days monarchies and more like a modern era one. Argentina is also a fairly new country, so their monarchy is only a couple of generations long, which makes them a little green to other royalty’s eyes. When Luciano calls them “a shitshow”, he is not entirely wrong, as Argentina is a very young nation with a court filled with people who can’t seem to agree on anything and like to scream at each other. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental :)

Brazil is a monarchy too, but it is waaaaaaay older than Argentina. It remounts many generations back, Luciano’s family has been in the throne for centuries. This allows Brazil’s royal family to have a sense of superiority over Argentina’s (as in “we already were kings while you all were a bunch of mongrels fighting each other trying to unify a country”), but it also makes them far more traditional and rigid. It is the old school take on monarchy in contrast with “progressive innovative” Argentina’s.

Slavery is legal in Brazil, and that includes sex slaves. In contrast, Argentina finds the concept of slaves abhorrent and instead prefers the “most civilized” approach of pets (courtesans of either sex who have contracts with wealthy masters/mistresses).

Brazil considers Argentina a pit of treacherous back-stabbing snakes, and Argentina considers Brazil an Empire of backward savages (a la Akielos vs Vere).

The Cisplatine War (Southern/Eastern Bank War in the fic) is also a little different. Argentina and Brazil have been disputing the dukedom of Uruguay for decades. As I already explained with Sebas, the war happened when Argentina marched in and reclaimed Uruguay from Brazil’s rule, which of course led to an armed conflict between the two kingdoms.

During this war, Martín and Luciano had barely turned 18, and Sebastián was 14. Both Martín and Luciano were allowed to participate in the war, both in meetings and in battle, but it was a tightly supervised participation. Both the King and the Emperor wanted to have their Heirs taste war without actually risking them, so they were sent out sporadically and heavily guarded, usually to smaller easier battles or just kept on the tamest combat zones.

The Sebastián incident was something that shook both countries to the core at a national scale, and that is because Argentina and Brazil have very different version of what occurred.

To the Argentinean public, Luciano was a dishonourable sadist who saw a defenceless child caught in the middle of a battle and stroked them down – and not just any child, but one of their princes nevertheless. Martín had to watch his brother fight death and struggle to recover. Luciano irrevocably ruined Sebas’ life, crippled an otherwise healthy boy.

To the Brazilian public, Sebastián’s presence in the battlefield was no mistake but a despicable Argentinean rouse. Why else was he wearing the Crown Prince’s armour? The Argentineans disguised a child like their Prince and sent him into battle in his sake hoping no one would notice, that’s the only conclusion. Sebas was Luciano’s dear friend, so you can imaginae Lu’s pure horror the moment he realised he stabbed his friend. In Luciano’s eyes, Martín was too much of a coward to fight his own battles and sent a child double instead.

At the end of the day, the truth everyone is too angry to hear from Sebas’ very lips is he just wanted to talk to Luciano, see if Lu could convince the Emperor to stop this senseless war. Sebas had tried convincing Martín to talk to his father for months, but Tincho wouldn’t listen, so Sebas slipped into Martin’s armour and rode out. He was caught in the middle of a Brazilian attack by accident, and found the end of Luciano’s sword.

Sebastián almost didn’t survive Luciano’s attack. The injury was really bad, rehabilitation was hard, and it took a heavy toll on his health; one of his legs is mostly useless (he has a slight limp he is very good at hiding and most people don’t know about), and never seemed to recover his physical strength and stamina, so his muscles are rather weak. He holds no grudges over Luciano, and wishes Martín didn’t either.

Hopefully that is enough world building and now I can finally start talking about the fic’s current events :’D

At the moment, Uruguay is part of Argentina, but Brazil has the perfect opportunity to attack and take it back now that the King and Prince of Argentina are gone.

Martín’s father died shortly after Tincho was taken captive. Sebas’ father would be the next in line, but since he died somewhere along the years between the War and current events, this would make Sebastián the new King if it wasn’t because he’s underage - still one year from 21.

The Emperor of Brazil is alive, but very sick. And by sick I mean he is being poisoned. Probably. I’m not sure yet. The Empress consort is alive though, and knows something is up; the Argentinean King’s sudden death, his Heir’s “disappearance” and her husband mysterious illness are extremely suspicious.

UK is the only behind the Argentinean coup. So far I don’t really have much motivation other than “Argentina and UK had a very bad relationship and it would be in the UK’s best interest if Argentina had a new King who hasn’t a prideful hot-headed member of the House of Hernández”. Still a wip as you see.

Remember I said Francis mingles with royalty of all sorts? Well, he has more info on everyone than he knows what to do with, so much dirt on everyone. He heard of the coup while he was back at the Brisith court, and tried to help Martín how he could. The original plan was to murder the Crown Prince as well, but Francis managed to slip in and orchestrate everything behind everyone’s back so Martín would end up as some nameless slave in Rio de Janeiro. Francis has no side really, he just wants the best for his two favourite “nephews”.

Luciano recognised Martín the moment he saw him. Not only did he recognised his face, but also his physical similarity with Sebastián confirmed his identity. The Empress noticed too, and forbid Lu from killing Tincho much to his chagrin. They will follow Francis plan and hide their enemy from the people trying to kill him until they figure what is going on and whom they can trust.

That doesn’t mean Luciano will play fair with his new “toy”. His mother said “no killing”, but she never said “make sure he is comfortable and happy and well cared for”.

Martín doesn’t get Damen’s flogging scars, but he does get something arguably worse (in the long run at least). The first order Luciano gives out concerning his new slave is that as Royal property, he needs to be branded. As painful as it is, it is quick and requires little recovering, but Martín now carries the Imperial Coat of arms seared into his skin and that humiliation burns deeper than flesh.

As the new Crown Prince, Sebastián eventually pays Luciano a visit with the pretext of peace talks to avoid a new war, but mostly because he has his own suspicions. He knows Martín and doesn’t buy that rumour that he run away, something must have happened to him. Luciano listens and doesn’t mention he currently has Martín collared and cuffed as his slave in his very palace. After all, his mother said not to tell anyone and maybe he likes Sebastián better in the throne.

Martín does try to reach Sebastián when he hears Argentina’s new heir is in Rio, but he doesn’t get as much as watch from afar, unable to reach him and let him know he is alive and right here.

I really don’t have much of the plot, but of course they’ll have to work together and learn to trust each other and eventually fall in love, and there would be a lot of tension and denial and eventual tenderness, we all know the drill uvu

#I think it’s amazing how much info I spilled and how little plot I actually have lmao #anyways it is a wip with much work ahead #hopefully I'll come back to it I had so much fun plotting this shit #of course this includes all capri beautiful tropes like the tent scene or that scene where laurent prentended to be damen's pet #just endless possibilites #latin hetalia #brarg #capri au #disaster-fruit

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beckzorz · 4 years

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caduto dalle nuvole (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Words: 5012 Summary: A detour on a mission leads to destruction, and a discovery. Warnings: Canon-typical violence and gore. A/N: Happy Secret Seba, Paige @sebastiansloserclub!!!! It was a pleasure to write for you! Thank you to @jobean12-blog for beta reading <3 The title, “caduto dalle nuvole,” is an Italian idiom that means literally “fallen from the clouds” and figuratively “taken aback.” Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy xoxo

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Any questions?”

You close the mission briefing and tuck the file under your arm as you stand, just barely controlling the tic in your jaw. “None, Captain.”

“Good.” His relief is palpable. “The jet leaves in ninety minutes. Good luck, agent.”

—

“I’ll be back,” Antonio says, and then he slams the barn door shut.

You gape. A key scrapes against a lock. Your heart stops for a horrible moment, and then you bolt forward.

“Hey!”

You slam into the door, body and door shaking from the impact. A chain rattles on the other side, and a car engine starts to purr.

“Hey!” you scream.

The car drives off, grinding against the gravel drive. You bang your fists against the door, rage clouding your vision, filling your veins.

Behind you, your partner lets out a breath and a thump. You turn, blinking away the red in your vision, and stare.

Bucky Barnes is sitting on a pile of hay, hands clasped between his spread thighs and his expression sardonic.

“Well,” he says. “That went well.”

You whirl back to the door, teeth clenched. You can’t manage a reply, not when it was his idea to hitchhike instead of taking the bus. Your own mother had hitchhiked across Europe in the seventies, but it’s not the seventies anymore. It’s decades later, and now… now you’ve been kidnapped. Kidnapped!

“We’re literally locked in a barn,” you snap. “And you just want to sit there?!”

Bucky sighs. “Look, this guy clearly has something up his sleeve. I did some research in the back seat while you were being sociable. SHIELD’s made a note of this guy before. Our mission isn’t so urgent that we can’t delay a day to figure out what his deal is.”

You lean your shoulder against the door and gape at him. “What, you think Steve will just say, ‘Sure, Buck, that’s totally fine! It’s not like I specifically tasked you to find these dangerous terrorists or anything?’”

“Uh, that’s what he said, yeah.” Bucky shifts on the haypile and holds up his phone. “I texted him to check.”

“Typical,” you mutter. You turn back to the door, the start of a headache pricking at your temples. You crouch down and peer through the crack of the barn door, looking for the chain.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks. His voice seems small in the open barn.

You don’t answer. What’s the point? Surely it’s obvious. Why else would you be studying the way out except to break out? To enjoy the view?

Besides, it’s not like he ever tells you anything. If you hadn’t asked, would he have even mentioned he’d spoken with Steve?

He’s never told you anything he hasn’t needed to.

You stare at the chain through the gap in the door. It’s afternoon outside—if you rattle the door, you can see the sun glinting off the shifting links. Something to look at while you consider why your frustration is tinged with dejection.

When you’d first joined—when you were recruited, you’d had so much hope in Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier, stolen and used and come back to himself? It was your own story, if decades out of sync. Sam Wilson, bless him, even encouraged you to strike up a friendship with him. Sam, the only one who knew your whole story. Steve probably does by now too, but still. Sam was the first to know. He was the one who got out you. Got you free.

Of course, all the attempts you made to befriend Bucky fell flat. He was—and still is—polite, but unfathomably distant. Anyway, why would he bother opening up to you? He has Sam, Steve… Even Natasha, the only other person you might have felt comfortable talking to. He doesn’t like talking about his past, Steve once said. Try Natasha. But if you talked to her, she’d tell him everything.

And you don’t want to be talked about.

Not like that. Not by them.

You force yourself to your feet and step back. The hinges on the door are bolted in place—no easy removal there. Maybe a tool kit…?

The barn is dim, hazy. The sunlight streaming in from the small windows slants down in clouded beams, turning the hay-littered dirt floor into a mosaic of light and dark. And Bucky is all in shadow on his yellow throne. He’s barely moved since you last looked his way. Just sitting, and watching you.

“Did you see a toolbox anywhere?” you ask.

Bucky turns his head left, then right. “Nope.” He props his elbow on his knee and rests his chin in the palm of his hand. “Whatcha thinking?”

You prowl the perimeter, looking in every built-in shelf and drawer. “Unbolt the door hinges. Neither of us’d fit through the windows, and—wait a second.” You whirl to face him, quivering with relief. “Forget that. You can just force the door open!”

“Are you kidding?” Bucky asks. He holds up his left hand—it looks like a regular hand for the mission, but under the smokescreen is that same vibranium, that same strength. “Do you really wanna advertise that the Winter Soldier is in Italy? Right now? While we’re on an undercover mission?”

“Um, regular people break through doors all the time, Barnes.” You dash over and try to pull him to his feet.

He doesn’t budge.

“Seriously?!” You drop his heavy arm, muscles tight and hands quivering. “Are you just going to sit there? And do nothing?”

Bucky raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, I am. And as mission lead, that’s the call I’ve made. So sit down and chill, firecracker.”

Your fists curl into balls and you stalk away.

Firecracker.

A nickname, one you’ve despised since the first time Natasha sang it out over the comms on a mission last month. Firecracker, of all things! Like you’re no more than a party trick. An object. Not even an animal. Not even something powerful. Firecrackers are all about a lot of noise, not power. And you…

You slow as you reach the door. The wood is rough as you slide your palms across it and press your forehead across the gap. Outside, it’s still bright. Still afternoon. Inside, it feels like a nightmare.

You haven’t been locked in anywhere on a mission since… since…

For a long time.

You don’t like it. You close your eyes, breathe in—the air in the barn is stale, but if you squish your nose enough, you can get a hint of freshness from outside. The door scrapes your cheeks as you settle yourself.

It’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be—

A hand on your shoulder: you spin, catch their wrist, and stop short when you realize it’s only Bucky.

“You okay?” he asks. Is that pity in his voice?

“Of course I’m fine!”

His skin is hot to the touch; he and Steve have always run warm, but it’s a strange feeling to be touching him like this. It’s not part of training, not part of a fight…

You drop his hand and sidle out from between him and the door. Your hands are still trembling. You straighten them out until your bones ache, fingers flexed and muscles straining. Even your jaw is trembling.

“You’re not,” Bucky says flatly. “What do you need?”

A hollow laugh escapes you. You lean against a pillow and slide down until you’re sitting on the floor. “To not be in here! What the hell do you think? That I’m thrilled to be locked in somewhere I’m more liable to disintegrate than not?”

“What do you…”

Bucky trails off. You don’t bother looking up at him. God knows what he thinks of you.

But it’s one thing to be in hiding. It’s another thing to be locked up. God, how can he bear it? After everything, how can he—how can you—how could you ever—

“Hey.”

Your head jerks up, your eyes wide. Bucky is kneeling a few feet away, his hands clasped between his knees. They both look like human hands; a smokescreen disguises his left. It’s a good disguise, but it looks wrong on him all the same. He—it’s not him, it’s not…

“Look at me, firecracker,” Bucky murmurs. Your eyes snap to his; your eyebrows draw low.

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss. “I’m not some toy.”

He blinks. “It’s a nickname. A term of endearment, not ridicule. Hell, Sam calls me Tin Man. Does that make me brainless?”

“Sam’s your friend!”

Bucky’s mouth drops open and his blue eyes round as saucers. “Wha—”

He stops mid-word. He cocks his head to the side. You open your mouth, but he holds up a hand, silencing whatever you’d been about to say.

His sudden silence, the way he’s listening—is someone coming?

You give Bucky a look, and he nods. You both let out a breath and stand silently. Whatever you’d been talking about, it has to wait. Right now, you’re done arguing.

Right now, you’re a team.

Tires screech outside; you look to Bucky for confirmation. He holds up three fingers.

Three vehicles.

How many people in them?

And why, why are they here? Did they recognize Bucky? He’s not immediately recognizable out of uniform, at least to the untrained eye—but are these trained eyes? Was Bucky’s face the only reason you got picked up on the side of the road? This kind of mishap has happened before…

Car doors open, footsteps crunch in gravel, and you flex your fingers and reach for that spot of warmth hidden in your chest. It reaches out, settles around your bones, through your veins until your fingernails glow. Bucky glances down, his lips quirk up, and then his eyes settle on yours. His pupils are wide with adrenaline, and he’s looking at you so intently your breath catches in your throat. Your fingertips are white-hot now, casting an eerie light from below.

He looks all the more terrible and wonderful for it.

“Ready?” he murmurs.

Your focus rams back into place. It’s just your mission lead, just Bucky. And there’s bigger fish to fry right now than the dark sky in his eyes.

“Ready.”

Bucky tilts his head towards the fused hinges on one side of the door. You press your hands against the top one, and the rusty metal begins to glow. Red drops of molten iron slide down catch on the wood, which begins to smoke. Licks of fire sprout from the jamb, and you hop back, shaking out the sparks from your fingertips.

Bucky maneuvers ahead of you and kicks the door open, wood splintering at the bottom, his left arm up. Twin shouts of surprise, two quick gunshots, and the door shudders from the impact.

“Get the other one!” Bucky snaps, pulling the bust-open door back into place as shouting begins in earnest.

You dash to the other door. Bullets pepper the door, but the wood is thick enough to contain them—for now. Something niggles at the back of your mind, but you push it away. Of course something’s wrong. But now’s the time to act, not think.

The second hinge disintegrates faster; the longer you go, the hotter you get. This is the longest you’ve ever lasted like this on a mission—usually you have guns, tools, equipment… Today you have only yourself.

Sparks fly, settling on your pants, little spots starting to burn away. The glow in your fingertips spreads down to your second knuckle, third knuckle…

Bucky pushes the two doors forward together, driving them forward like a shield wall against the god-knows-how-many people approaching. You stick close, scooping up a handful of gravel and shaping it in your palms. Gunshots ring out, striking the padlocked chain, the doors, the dirt at your feet.

“Get that damn thing on!” someone shouts.

A colossal hum groans into life, flooding your ears as you lose all sense of feeling. Bucky cries out, digs in his heels as he left arm shoots forward, but you’re a million miles away as the doors fall away from you and clatter to the ground. Dust clouds in the air as you realize that the molten rocks in your hands have dripped through your fingers, burning your shoes away. You step back, hands shaking, suddenly cold as the warmth in your chest fizzles out.

Then you run.

Gravel bites into your bare feet and makes way for tough grass. But there’s rocks here too, hidden ones, and within seconds you stumble, a sharp rock tearing a gash in the pad of your foot. Still you run, eyes burning more than your hands had been, ice settling fresh in your veins as footsteps pound behind you, harsh breathing that isn’t yours whistling in your ears.

A grunt, and someone’s hand brushes your arm. You gasp, air slicing against your screaming lungs, and pump your legs harder, harder—

“Augh!”

A hand catches your elbow, yanking your shoulder, yanking your whole body to the side as you keep going, heartbeat frantic, brain screaming, eyes barely seeing except to realize that this is the first you’ve seen again, and it’s just like you remembered, oh god, oh god; you pull your arm against the tight grip, but there’s no breaking free, the grip is too strong. You manage to get a few steps farther, dragging your assailant with you, but he digs in his heels.

Like Bucky dug in his heels.

Your eyes swivel in your head back to the barn, back to where Bucky is still fighting against some machine aimed at him, making waves in the air as it pulls at his left arm. Even from a distance, you can see he’s confused despite his bared teeth and furor. He glances your way, and the fresh strangeness in his expression takes you off-guard.

The other one who’d been chasing you grabs you, catching your other hand.

“Gotcha,” he grunts, breathless and gleeful.

You can’t take your eyes from Bucky. He’s looking at you more now. The tears pricking at your eyes make it impossible to read what he’s thinking, but you know.

The first one knees you in the gut; you fall to your knees, eyes watering afresh and nausea tickling the back of your mouth.

You know what Bucky is thinking. You’re just a firecracker. You’re useless. You’re a party trick—

You surge back to your feet, hand curling into a fist as you drive your knuckles into the first one’s neck. They choke, eyes blown wide and hand instinctively dropping from your elbow to clutch their throat. You swing your other arm, ready to drive it into their gut, but the second one catches your wrist, twisting your arm up behind you. You scream in pain—your pulled shoulder is useless now—and make to get out of their hold, but you’re caught, and someone else has come along now, and they kick you facedown into the grass. Still you persist, wriggling and kicking and trying to force yourself to your feet, to your knees, onto your back—to anything other than in the grass, blades prickling against your cheeks and mouth and nose.

God knows how, but you manage to twist over and drive your foot into someone’s crotch. They squeal and hobble back, and you grit your teeth through the pain and push yourself up before someone drives a foot into your stomach again, slamming you back onto the ground.

“Stay down!”

It’s the second man, the one who’d pulled your shoulder. He steps heavy on your chest until your bones creak, and you scream from the pressure, the pain.

“Stop, you idiot!”

You freeze. Your scream dies in your throat. The man lifts his foot away, and even through your tears you can see his scowl.

That voice—

No. No.

No.

You curl your fingers into the grass. It’s alive in your hands. Something alive, that thinks no ill of you, that wants nothing from you, something green and alive and you are not going to let them take you again.

With a cry, you push yourself up and launch yourself at the man who’d held you down. Your punch to his jaw sends him reeling. There’s nothing left of the warmth from in the barn in your chest, but you reach for it anyway, desperate, as you dash towards the man whose voice you never want to hear again.

He’s holding a gun, pointed loosely at you, his suit clean as ever and his hair as short. His eyebrows are raised, as if he’s surprised, but you don’t care, you don’t care, all you want is to break is neck and never let him speak another word as long as he—

Crack.

White-hot pain lances through your hip as he shoots, but you keep going until you’re on top of him and he’s in the dirt and your hands are around his neck and you’re squeezing and then your hands are on empty air as that idiot pulls you off.

You stumble a few feet away. There’s no warmth for you to pull at, but sparks shoot intermittently from your fingers as you snarl, blood pulsing at your hip. The idiot has a cattle prod in his hands, and he’s thrusting it at you, the buzz sending shocks through you long before it touches you.

The boss, on his knees, lurches forward towards the two of you, his eyes comically wide.

“Don’t—”

The cattle prod hits you.

White.

All you can see is white.

White fire burns in your veins, under your skin, burning searing screaming—

—

White fire flares out from where you’re caught between a bunch of the goons. Something explodes. For a moment, the whole area is flooded with white, turning the world into static. Bucky’s heart stutters—he can’t see you, where are you, what have they done to you?

A wave of heat hits him with such intensity that he shouts, his arms automatically flinging up as protection. The world goes white; something clatters nearby.

Arms? Arms?

Yes, both arms. What happened to the electromagnet? Was it the heat?

Whatever it was, he’s free. He lurches towards where the electromagnet had been, teeth gritted against the pain of the heat in the air. He can hear frightened breathing, swearing—fuck fuck fuck fuck fu—and he pounces, landing awkwardly on someone’s shoulder, but not so awkwardly that he doesn’t knock them unconscious before they can land a single blow. He stumbles off of them, ears cocked for any other noises, any other sounds, but all he hears are footsteps running haphazardly away.

They’ll get found, eventually. Right now, he can’t leave. Not without knowing what’s happened to you.

Bucky’s vision clears slowly. It’s still uncomfortably hot—sweat beads on his forehead, on his neck—but there’s a slow breeze. There’s a column of smoke to his right, where you’d run off to, and he slowly moves in that direction as he blinks away the whiteness from his eyes.

Every step forward, the heat intensifies. There’s no more grass, just dirt, with black smoke spiraling up from the bare ground. Sweat drips down the hollow of his back, catches in his eyebrows—he shakes his head, teeth bared, and forces himself forward.

What the hell happened?

Had they come for him, or you? Why would they have come for you? Whatever he thinks of you personally, your powers have never seemed that extraordinary to him. Your work at the barn, turning wrought-iron hinges into molten metal in seconds—that’s the most impressive thing he’s seen out of you to date.

Whatever had happened, the white fire and the horrible heat and the whole world gone white—that can’t have been you. But you can’t be burned, can you? Whatever it was, it can’t have hurt you.

Could it have?

He breaks into a run, squinting. A shadow on the ground catches his eye.

Bucky freezes in his tracks.

A corpse, burnt nearly to the bone. Red-hot metal pools under its pelvis—a belt buckle? A gun? No, that’s the gun there, with the extra charring on the ground. Is that what had exploded earlier? Must be.

Bucky’s mind fast-tracks past the corpse. If this is what had happened to someone else…

He steps over a charred, skeletal foot, his heart in his throat as he squints against the hot smoky air.

If that’s what happened to someone else, how could you have survived?

Bucky’s eyes water more than ever as he walks faster. “No no no,” he mutters. “That’s not…”

Another charred corpse, this one truly burnt to the bone, tendons just barely holding it together. Tears track down Bucky’s cheeks as his eyes run from the long foot up the leg, over the hipbones—

A bare foot is caught in the ribcage. A skull cradled against a bare hip, scraps of charring fabric caught in the sockets. One hand, full and alive and covered in soot, flung across your belly.

Bucky falls to his knees and crawls forward until a tear falls onto your sooty skin. Your face is turned away from him. His hands quiver as he reaches for you—for the first time, he realizes the smokescreen has died—and touches your shoulder, the back of your hand. You’re still, too still, and your skin is cold to the touch. He can hear your heartbeat, but it’s faint as a whisper and slower than molasses. There’s no sound of breathing.

“Breathe, dammit,” he mouths.

He nudges you, presses down on the hand over your belly, trying to force some movement in your lungs.

Nothing.

He takes your face in his hands; they’re shaking more than ever. He turns your head towards him, crying outright now.

“Please,” he breathes. He shifts his knees until he can bend his face inches from yours. If he has to get you to breathe by giving you breath himself, by god he’ll do it, he’ll do it a hundred times, a million, because you can’t be dead here on the ground, you can’t be, he won’t let you.

Bucky sucks in a breath, the smoky air stinging his lungs, but before he can pinch your nose shut, you shift, groan, and turn your head just enough so he can see your lips parting and a tear tracking down your cheek.

Relief washes over him like a tidal wave. For a moment, all he can do is close his eyes and press his forehead to yours. Your skin is still cold, but you’re not dead. You’re not dead. You’re alive. You’re alive, and you’re going to be okay. He’ll make damn sure of it.

One last shaky breath, and Bucky sits up on his heels. He shucks off his coat, tucks it around you, and hoists you into his arms. The skull rolls to the ground. He has to work the ribcage away from your foot with his own hand, but then he’s taking you away, back to the burning barn, away from… He glances back. It looks like a bomb has gone off. It looks…

It looks…

It looks like something he’s seen before.

Bucky’s steps slow as he stares down at the top of your head.

He’s seen this before.

The white blast. The scorched earth. The charred corpses.

He’s seen it in South Africa, in China, in Ukraine, in Venezuela. Terrorism attacks, with tenuous links aside from the identical carnage.

Monthly attacks that ended… the same month you joined the team.

It’s only habit that keeps him walking now. Force of habit, and how cold your skin is, and something past thought that has his throat clogged with horror. But he can’t drop you, no matter what conclusions his brain is coming to now.

The air is clearer here. The barn is on fire now, whether from your handiwork earlier or… or just now, he couldn’t say. But the breeze is blowing the smoke away. One of the three cars is missing—some of them must have fled, but someone will find them. Someone.

There’s an SUV with open doors. Bucky settles you in the passenger seat, careful to tuck his jacket around you properly as your head lolls. When you come to, there will be enough to explain.

There has to be an explanation.

There has to be.

Bucky pulls out his phone. Sam’s on speed-dial.

Sam’s voice, when he answers, is answer enough.

—

It’s cold.

The air is warm, but you’re cold, so cold. Like your heart is ice. You squeeze your closed eyes shut further and reach for that spot of warmth in your chest.

It’s not there.

You whimper, try again.

Nothing.

You’ve wrung yourself dry.

How—

Your faces twitches as you try to remember. All you remember is white, the static of whiteness.

Whiteness…

Your eyes pop open as you suck in a harsh, smoky breath, every muscle taut and shaking as you stare at the burning barn through—through a windshield? You’re in a car? Your heart pounds out of your chest. Did they put you in a car to take you away?

The door to your right is open; you lurch out of your seat and land on your bare knees in the gravel, one hand clutching the open door for support. You stagger to your feet. There’s no warmth in your chest and no strength in your bones, but you force yourself away, away, away—

A hand touches you, and you scream, flailing blindly until your wrist is caught.

“Hey hey hey, careful,” a soft voice says. Another hand settles on your waist, the hand on your wrist shifts until it’s holding yours, and it’s then that your eyes refocus on—

Bucky.

His eyes are wide, fixed on your face. You blink. His face is sooty, but there are clear tracks running down his cheeks. Was he—was he crying?

“You okay?” he asks.

His voice is still soft, still gentle. His eyes are still fixed on your face.

Whiteness…

“I—I don’t know,” you stammer. You put your free hand on Bucky’s arm, head swimming. The gravel bites into your feet, and you wince.

Your shoes must have burned away. Your shoes, and—

A strangled breath escapes your throat as you realize. Your shoes burned away, your shoes and your clothes. You’re wearing Bucky’s jacket, but it falls only just past your hips.

God, what did he see? You stare at him again, only more confused than before. What happened?

Whiteness.

You clap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide.

You remember it all now, as starkly as if it was happening all over again. The run, the struggle, the gunshot, the cattle prod.

The whiteness.

“Did I—did—what—”

“It’s okay,” Bucky whispers. He gently wraps an arm around you and tucks you against his chest. “You’re okay. Sam is coming.”

Your hands wind into Bucky’s shirt, tugging it tight. You stare down at your bare feet as tears roll down your cheeks. Your left foot stings; are you bleeding? You shift your foot; yes, there’s blood on the gravel where you’d been standing. Your hip is less painful than you’d’ve expected, and you flex a muscle there experimentally. Something pulls at your skin—had Bucky patched you up? He must have.

Bucky.

What does he know?

“What…” You swallow. “What happened?”

“They set you off,” Bucky says.

You let out a slow breath. So he knows. You disentangle yourself from his hold and limp to the car; Bucky helps you along, and back up into the passenger seat. “Oh.” You turn away and look at the bottom of your foot, wincing. Yes, still bleeding.

“‘Oh?’” Bucky repeats incredulously.

You turn back to him, eyebrows raised. Bucky’s hands are wide open at his sides, as though he’s struggling to keep them from curling into fists.

“Why did no one tell me about this?” His voice is low, tinged with frustration. “Why didn’t I know?”

“Only Sam knows. Knew,” you correct. “He’s the one—”

“Who got you out,” Bucky finishes. He leans against the car, boxing you in. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would I have told you?” you ask, voice flat.

Bucky stares, mouth open, argument flashing in his eyes. You lean your head back and close your eyes. You’re still groggy and cold and tired, and there’s no way out with Bucky standing so close. All you can do is answer him.

“Forget why, when?” you continue weakly. “We’ve never been particularly friendly.”

“I can’t help being shy, can I?” Bucky snaps.

“Yes you can.” Your chin drops a little; your eyes are still closed. “I did my best, to try and make friends with you. I thought… it’d be good for me. Have someone who knows what I went through.”

“I didn’t know,” he says. He’s not snapping now. He’s quiet, almost plaintive. “I wish I had. I wish Sam had told me. I wish…” He trails off, sighs.

You peek open an eye. Bucky leans on his arm against the open car door jamb, eyes closed, face downcast. He looks… he looks like he’s more weighted down than you are.

A little warmth flares in your chest. You can’t tell if it’s real or just a hope.

You reach out and put a hand on his face. His skin is warm to the touch, as it always is. Bucky’s eyes pop open and he looks at you, his lips parted and his eyes wide and blue.

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “And I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair not to tell you. Not… not when we were supposed to have each other’s backs.”

“I’ve got your back no matter what,” Bucky declares, and the warmth in your chest coils and warms you straight down to your fingertips.

There aren’t words for what you’re feeling. All you can do is crane your neck and press a kiss to his sooty cheek and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek again.

Bucky shudders in your hold, and it’s all you can do not to cry as he wraps an arm gently around you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “And I’m not letting go.”

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FE3H:HI Shadowbringers - Part 3: Defenders for Enbarr

House Isekai Shadowbringers AU Masterlist Here

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4 Years into the war, the siege of Enbarr has begun, with Dimitri, the Blue Lions, SEES, and Class VII rushing to its defense.

In the present, the mysteries surrounding the Agarthan helping House Isekai continue to grow, and the biggest question becoming more and more prominent: Why are they here?

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Garreg Mach Monastery, Present Day…

Kazuma, Yuki, and Sitri rushed down the stairs to the entrance where everyone was readying their weapons.

(Aqua) “There you guys are!”

(Yuri) “Looks like it’s the Blue Lions up first.”

The former Blue Lions class walked casually towards the entrance conversing with one another. It looked like they hadn’t noticed them yet.

(Kurumi) “Wait, something’s not right. Why would they be just strolling right up to us if they were ready to attack?”

(Ainz) “Hmph. It may be possible they’re trying to feint us. We should remain on guard and-”

Before she finished that sentence, Class VII, Doomguy, and S.E.E.S came into view right behind them.

(Megumi) “They’re okay!”

(Cocytus) “DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE?”

(Sebas) “The Pleiades and I will move to intercept before they arrive, Lord Ainz.”

(Sharon’s Voice) “Oh, that won’t be necessary, Sir Sebas!”

(Kazuma) “GAH, FUCK!”

(Sitri) “DWAH?!”

(Yuri) “GODS-DAMN IT!”

(Megumi) “EEK!”

Everyone spun around but lowered their weapons once they saw Sharon standing right behind them with her signature unsettling smile.

(Aqua) “Do you REALLY have to keep doing that!?”

(Sitri) “S-She’s a friend?”

Yuri took a deep sigh and sheathed his sword.

(Yuri) “Yup. This is the retainer of House Isekai.”

(Sharon) “It is a pleasure to see you all again!”

Sharon bowed as the others finally made their way through the gates.

(Rean) “Everyone!”

(Minako) “I’d say it’s good to see each and everyone of you again buuuuut...I’d be lying.”

(Minato) “Tactful, Minako.”

Doomguy gave them a thumbsup.

(Dedue) “House Isekai? What are you doing here?"

(Ainz) "That's something we would like to know as well."

(Sharon) "Well, perhaps we can discuss this inside with tea once everyone arrives?"

Sara glanced over to the side and noticed Sitri.

(Sara) "...Who's this?"

(Sitri) “H-Hello...”

(Kazuma) "Oh right. Well, this is Sitri."

(Everyone) ?!

(Sara) "As in-?"

(Yuuri) "Byleth's mother, yes."

(Sylvain) “Well uh...That doesn’t exactly bode well.”

Everyone looked at Sylvain.

(Ingrid) “I’m sure we have loads of questions for each other, but let’s get inside first like Sharon said.”

They nodded and made their way to the Mess Hall.

After a few moments of everyone getting situated, they began discussing what had transpired for the past 5 years. Sharon and Doomguy remained near the entrance to keep a lookout.

(Yuri) “Good to see the Blue Lions fighting back in their own way, despite all the risks.”

(Dedue) “It was not easy. Especially with the risk of SEES being discovered.”

(Kurumi) “Oh yeah, you guys have been here the longest out of all of us right?”

(Minako) “Something like that. Mitsuru-senpai, can you explain?”

She nodded.

(Mitsuru) “When we awoke, we found ourselves 4 years later in the middle of Alliance territory. Fortunately for us, they were neutral in the war and we could move somewhat freely in towns. Claude informed us of what happened after our disappearance, and we were directed to help Dimitri.”

(Ainz) “So, what’s the situation like?”

Mitsuru paused for a moment before continuing.

(Mitsuru) “It’s far more complicated than we realized...”

The sound of footsteps came from the door, with Sharon and Doomguy in front of the newly arrived group.

(Edelgard) “More so than you could have ever predicted.”

The rest of the Black Eagles came into the room and made everyone but the Blue Lions, SEES and Class VII jump out of their seats reaching for their weapons.

(Yuuri) “E-Edelgard?!”

(Kazuma) “The hell are YOU doing here?!”

Dimitri appeared behind her and raised his hands.

(Dimitri) “There is no need for that. They are here as friends.”

(Darkness) “And...D-Dimitri? But...Don’t you-?”

(Edelgard) “Your confusion is justified, but please rest assured, the Adrestian Empire stands with you, not against.”

(Hubert) “If you won’t take our word, then perhaps your friends can vouch for us?”

The Black Eagles stepped aside and revealed-

(Akira) “Long time no see.”

(Yuki) “AKIRA!”

The School-Living Club were the first to lower their weapons, and Kazuma’s group and the Denizens of Nazarick slowly followed suit.

The rest of the Phantom Thieves went inside and everyone sat at the tables.

(Makoto) “It’s...quite good to see you all again.”

(Ryuji) “Heh, not that we had any doubts!”

(Kurumi) “How did you guys know to come here?”

(Kazuma) “Sorry to put that question on the backburner, but can someone explain what the FUCK IS GOING ON?! DIMITRI’S BACK TO HIS OLD SELF AND BUDDY BUDDY WITH EDELGARD, TIME SHIT IS GOING ON WITH EVERYONE GETTING HERE AT DIFFERENT YEARS, AN AGARTHAN BROUGHT SITRI BACK FROM THE DEAD, AND NOW EVERYONE’S TEAMING UP TO FIGHT THE CHURCH?!”

(Everyone) “...”

(Ainz) “...N-Not exactly the most eloquent way to phrase that but I harbor the same thoughts. What the hell is happening?”

(Rean) “Wait a seco-Did you say an Agarthan brought Sitri back?”

Akechi raised an eyebrow and turned to her.

(Akechi) “...Figured they had you six feet under with tighter locks on your grave this time.”

(Sitri) “This time?”

(Aqua) “We’ll get back to that later! Anyways, yes. Some Agarthan calling himself Lahabrea resurrected her with dark magic of some kind. We haven’t exactly been able to tell what he did.”

Dimitri put a finger to his chin before turning to Edelgard.

(Dimitri) “He never explained that he was going to do that before to me. What about you?”

(Edelgard) “This is news to me as well.”

(Megumi) “You...know him?”

(Dimitri) “He is why we are all unified under one banner to take down the Church.”

(Everyone) “...”

(Kazuma) “WHAT?!”

(Sharon) “Perhaps we should start at the beginning?”

(Edelgard) “Indeed, though I admit the details are a bit lacking from our point of view...”

(Dimitri) “Then I will begin...”

----

(Dimitri) “5 Years ago, after the Battle of Garreg Mach, the casualties sustained on both sides forced everyone to retreat to their respective territories, since no one could hold the Monastery.

Edelgard had officially declared war on the Church of Seiros, and by extension, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

The Leicester Alliance as a whole remained neutral, though several territories flocked either to the Empire or Church whether out of fear, persuasion, or patriotism of their home country.

Without the interference or aid of the Alliance, the two sides could engage the enemy without holding back.

However, the most crucial part of this war, was due to the missing presence of House Isekai.”

(Kazuma) “Huh? Why the hell were WE the reason you all could duke it out with each other?”

(Edelgard) “Because you were wild cards.”

(Edelgard) “Your presence in Garreg Mach was not only noted by your classmates and the Church, but to the entire world. Whatever plans Rhea and I had planned were stopped completely into its tracks by your appearances.

Rean with Valimar, a massive Ashen Golem whose sword could cleave the strongest of fortress walls, not even including the skills of your Orbal technology with the rest of Class VII.

The summons of the Persona Users, who could change the tide of a battle within an instant using their full power.

Ainz Ooal Gown and the denizens of Nazarick, the strength of a Tomb who surpassed the strongest of this world.

The Doom Slayer, a name which even the demons of hell tremble to utter the name of.

Not only were you all insanely powerful, you all were unified under a banner not hung anywhere else in the world, House Isekai.

You had no allegiance to any nation of this world, and that meant you could end any of us single handedly.

(Minato) “We were a deterrence then?”

(Edelgard) “Correct. And when you retreated from the tomb that day, you had announced to Fodlan that you would wage your own war against everyone. Which meant that no one could afford to hold back, knowing you were here.”

(Minako) “Which means when we fell...”

(Hubert) “Yes, no one stood in our way.”

(Hubert) “Three years we spent our time fighting each other. It would have been likely that many more years were to pass were it not for rumors that troubled both sides.

The reappearance of a group of Persona Users.

(Mitsuru) “We were not aware that someone had made it here before us.”

(Makoto) “And you already know about our group so that means-”

(Dedue) “Yes. We confirmed it to be Yu and his group. They remain in Derdriu to protect Claude and investigate the Agarthans. But it was because of them that both sides rushed to finish the fight.”

(Yuki) “Huh? Why would you do that? Sure Yu and his friends are strong but its only one group against 2 nations.”

(Dedue) “Thankfully, it meant none of you were dead.”

(Hubert) “But because of that, that means at any time, you all could show up and put every one of our plans to ruin. Thus, the Adrestian Empire moved to strike first, going straight for the occupation of the Capital of Faeghus.”

(Dedue) “We moved to intercept their forces, and the Alliance moved to stop us both from intruding on their territory, which brings us to the Battle of Gronder.”

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https://www.reddit.com/r/FireEmblemThreeHouses/comments/jaaxlr/blood_of_eagle_and_lion/)

(Dedue) “Our armies clashed at Gronder and it was a bloody fight. The three leaders had nearly succeeded in wiping each other out then and there, but were stopped due to the intervention of a masked man with the former professor of House Isekai with him.”

(Megumin) “Byleth was there with Lahabrea!?”

(Dimitri) “It was those two that got Edelgard and I to snap back into our senses. They showed us what the Church and the Agarthans had been plotting behind all of our backs, and right as they finished, that was when our true war began. Agarthans began teleporting in from out of nowhere, decimating our forces. Then, the Church drew their trump card. Their “angels” descended from the skies, turning the skies from grey to a blinding white.”

(Edelgard) “I ordered our retreat from Gronder as the “angels” tore apart our frontlines. We had not formally made an alliance there, but in due time we would due to what was to come.”

(Minato) “Which brings up our part, I guess. A year had passed since then when we arrived at Dimitri’s front door, and we learned that the Church had imposed some sort of martial law. They would be spearheading the effort in the war, crushing any who opposed them. The Church seemingly multiplied in their forces, grabbing any able body and putting them into battle with a sword in the name of Lady Rhea.”

(Dimitri) “With Lahabrea revealing the truth to me behind the Tragedy of Duscur I had somewhat become clear headed again, knowing who our real enemy was. I was not keen of my people becoming subjects of a war not even against the Empire anymore. Rhea had become mad with power and obsessed with killing Edelgard and Byleth. It was then I sent a courier to Edelgard and Claude, requesting we unite our nations to fight the Church. All the while, we were receiving aid from Lahabrea, telling us where to go and such..”

(Minako) “From Lahabrea’s advice, we became the couriers. Slayer went to Enbarr while we took to Derdriu. It took us a month for our plan to help Edelgard to begin, which is when Class VII arrived.”

(Dedue) “We have acted as subjects of Rhea while moving covertly to aid Edelgard in the battle against the Church and liberating our people from their forces.”

(Rean) “This was all about a year ago. It was there we got a full picture of what we were up against and what made Edelgard and Dimitri set aside their differences.”

...

Year 4, Outskirts of Enbarr...

The spirit portal closed behind Valimar, as everyone was transported directly outside of Enbarr.

(Dimitri) “Amazing! So this is what saved you at Garreg Mach.”

(Rean) “It’s only used for emergencies since it drains Valimar’s powers greatly. That fight didn’t take too much out of him, but I want to say he’s about half strength.”

(Minako) “Then let’s not use him again for right now. We need a way out if it comes to that.”

(Junpei) “Holy shit.”

Everyone turned around and saw what Junpei was staring at.

The skies were black with smoke, as the flames from the city raged like a wildfire.

Multiple scores of Church Soldiers rushed through the gates as catapults fired artillery into the city.

(Sara) “Damn, the siege has already begun!”

(Dimitri) “Everyone, with me!”

[Tearing Through Heaven (Rain) - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

City Interior...

(Imperial) “GO GO GO!”

Several Imperials rushed to the front with spears to meet the soldiers head on.

Ferdinand and Caspar moved with them and drew their weapons.

(Caspar) “Ah crap, they’re back!”

(Ferdinand) “Damn, the attack on the Eastern Gates was a feint!

(Caspar) “Well, no use complaining about it now. Let’s go have some fun!”

Caspar rushed headfirst into the Church forces with other soldiers as Ferdinand turned back to an officer.

(Ferdinand) “Inform the others that the second wave is approaching and we’re going to need reinforcements!”

(Imperial) “Yes sir!”

The officer rushed back to the first checkpoint while Ferdinand joined Caspar.

Bernadetta noticed the soldier first and her heart sank.

More fighting.

(Imperial) “Second wave incoming! We need reinforcements now or we’re going to get overwhelmed!”

(Bernadetta) “Aww...! Okay okay- U-UM, ARCHERS SUPPORT THEM! I’LL GET THE FORCES FROM THE EASTERN GATES TO REINFORCE YOU!”

The archers saluted and rushed out the checkpoint.

(Bernadetta) “THE REST OF YOU STAY HERE IN CASE THE WORST HAPPENS!”

The knights nodded and drew their shields and formed a blockade leading into the deeper parts of the city.

Bernadetta grabbed her bow and made a full tilt sprint for the Eastern gates. Part of her wanted to run away and hide but she knew she couldn’t.

Lives were counting on her.

Shaking her doubt away, she ran through the streets.

...

Akira’s eyes shot wide open when he heard a building explode, and stood straight up.

Looking around him, several of the Phantom Thieves were looking around the area with their weapons drawn.

They were still in their Phantom Thief outfits which meant someone here perceived them as a threat.

(Kasumi) “Senpai, you’re up!”

(Akechi) “About damn time, we have no idea where we are or what’s going on!”

(Ann) “It sounds like a war out there!”

Getting a better look at his surroundings, the room was absolutely massive, with pillars shooting up to the ceiling and red carpets and banners decorating the room.

(Futaba) “I’m getting a scan of other House Isekai members, but I don’t think everyone’s here...!”

(Ryuji) “Wait, we fell down into a cliff into a throne room? How the hell does THAT work?!”

(Morgana) “Not everyone is here? Then where did-”

KABOOM!

(Yusuke) “Now’s not the time, we have to figure out what’s going on!”

Akira dusted himself off and looked to the door.

(Haru) “Our orders, Joker?”

(Akira) “We follow Fox’s idea! Move outside!”

Everyone nodded and rushed to the door before it swung open with Imperials.

(Imperial 1) “INTRUDERS!

(Makoto) “Imperials!”

(Akira) “On me!”

(Imperial Sergeant) “Huh? The Phantom Thieves? S-STAND DOWN YOU IDIOTS!”

The Phantom Thieves were taken aback by the sergeant’s orders, and the soldiers’ looks of confusion.

(Imperial Sergeant) “You’re House...Isekai?”

(Akira) “...Yes?”

(Imperial Sergeant) “We’re sure you have a LOT of questions, but right now the Church is besieging Enbarr! We need your help!”

(Akechi) “Why the hell would we do that, you’re trying to kill us!”

(Imperial 1) “...D-Does he mean Garreg Mach?”

(Imperial Sergeant) “Listen...I’m not sure how you’re here, but it’s been four years since then! Right now, the Church is everyone’s enemy, not just the Empire’s anymore! King Dimitri is on his way to help, but we need to survive this fight if we’re going to get it! And lest you forget, the Church wants you dead too!”

(Imperial 1) “We’ve even met some of your class too. I-I can’t remember their names but, I think they had red armbands?”

(Kasumi) “S.E.E.S...Joker?”

Akira stared at their faces and it was filled with desperation. The sergeant didn’t had a helmet closing off his face, but from the sound of his voice, he seemed genuine.

(Akira) “Alright, we’ll follow along for now. But we want answers from Edelgard!”

(Imperial Sergeant) “Y-You have my word! Sergeant Percy at your service milord!”

(Akira) “Lead the way, Percy.”

[Tearing Through Heaven (Thunder) - Fire Emblem]

Petra’s sword swiped across the chest of a Church knight, and he slumped to the ground.

She plunged her sword into his neck then turned back to the others.

Dorothea disintegrated another group of soldiers as lighting shot out of her hands.

She knelt down to the floor exhausted.

(Petra) “Dorothea!”

(Dorothea) “Ha...D-Don’t worry about me dear. I’m fine.”

That was a lie. The constant fighting was starting to wear her down, not to mention she had to use her magic at full power to even take a single knight down.

(Dorothea) “We need to get to the others and-”

(Bernadetta) “GUYS, THIS GATE WAS JUST A TRAP!”

Bernadetta waved her arms frantically at Dorothea, Petra, and the other soldiers present.

(Dorothea) “-...Tell them this was a diversion.”

(Petra) “We are knowing already! We follow your lead!”

(Bernadetta) “Got i-WATCH OUT!”

A knight who had an arrow through his chest got up and charged at Dorothea.

Petra got into stance while Bernadetta reached for her arrows, but neither of them would be fast enough.

A pegasus swooped in and hit the knight into a building, crashing through the walls and taking him out.

A girl dropped from the Pegasus and shot a spell at the knight, igniting the whole building into flames.

(Annette) “Whew, that was close!”

(Ingrid) “Dorothea, are you okay?!”

Dorothea’s face beamed once she realized who it was.

(Dorothea) “Ingrid dear! Oh, I think I might swoon from being saved by a beautiful-”

(Ingrid) “NOT THE TIME.”

(Bernadetta) “Y-You guys are here already? Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

(Annette) “We had some help!”

Right on cue, Class VII, SEES, and the Blue Lions emerged from the Eastern gates, fighting the Church Knights.

(Dimitri) “Sorry to keep you waiting!”

Ingrid helped Dorothea up and looked around.

(Ingrid) “We don’t see an Inquisitor here. What’s going on?”

(Dorothea) “This front was a feint. Happy as we are to see you, you all showed up at the wrong gate.”

(Dimitri) “Damn! House Isekai, move to the front, we’ll secure this gate!”

Sara kicked a knight to the ground and nodded.

(Sara) “Got it. Come on kiddos, this way!”

As Class VII and SEES ran through the streets, Doomguy remained outside with the Blue Lions.

He destroyed the last of the catapults with his rocket launcher and hit a knight’s face with his elbow, sending him down into the floor.

He was sure he used all of his force to knock him out, the knight got back up as if he were only shoved down.

Doomguy then grabbed the knight’s neck and took off his helmet.

His eyes widened a little bit, then frowned.

The knight tried with all his might to kick Doomguy, but to no avail.

Doomguy had intended to just stun the knights, but after taking the helmet off, he realized that it was unnecessary.

With a simple pull, he ripped off the knight’s head and tossed his body aside.

He put the head on his belt and took out a shotgun.

Things were about to get messy.

...

Caspar cleaved a knight in half while Ferdinand put his sword through another’s chest.

Linhardt rushed to the injured Imperial soldiers and began healing.

(Linhardt) “Come on, stop bleeding, stop bleeding!”

(Wounded Imperial) “S-Sir...! It’s too dangerous for you to-”

(Linhardt) “Shut up.”

Hubert and Edelgard ran up to the front and stood in front of Linhardt.

Two knights rushed toward them, but were reduced to ash as a dark magic spel hit both of them.

(Hubert) “All too easy.”

(Edelgard) “Get the injured back to the checkpoint.”

(Linhardt) “Already on it.”

Edelgard nodded and held tightly onto Areadbhar.

Even more knights were pouring in, and it wouldn’t be long before the Imperials would get overwhelmed.

(Hubert) “I do not think you should be at the front. We would be acceptable casualties if-”

(Edelgard) “I would not be here if I did not have a plan to escape, Hubert. If I am here, then the Inquisitor will show his face, then we can-”

(Sharon) “Excuse me, lady Edelgard!”

The two spun around and almost jumped at seeing Sharon there with a smile on her face. Her wires and dagger were already unsheathed as she bowed in respect.

(Sharon) “Would you like our assistance?”

(Rean) “CLASS VII, FORWARD!”

(Minato/Minako) “ORPHEUS!”

Class VII and S.E.E.S ran into view and pushed back the knights, with the Imperials cheering at the reinforcements.

(Hubert) “That was part of your plan too...right?’

(Edelgard) “N-No. It wasn’t.”

Rean slashed away the weapon of a knight, only for the knight to rush Rean with his bare hands.

(Rean) “Why won’t they go down?!”

Minako’s persona blew away several knights into the wall to knock them out. However, all of them all got back up, weapons still in hand.

(Sharon) “If you would pardon me for a moment!”

Sharon shot her wires forward and wrapped a knight, making him trip.

Her smile faded away into a straight face when she saw the knight break out after a moment.

(Sara) “Huh. Didn’t strike me as the type to break out of YOUR chains, Sharon.”

(Sharon) “It is as surprising to me as it is to you, Lady Sara.”

(Hubert) “What are you doing, KILL THEM!”

(Yukari) “The hell, are you crazy?!”

(Elliot) “B-But we can’t-”

BANG!

The Knight that was fighting Rean now had a bullet hole through his head and fell down to the ground.

Everyone spun around and saw Akira and the rest of the Phantom Thieves with their guns out.

Percy and the other soldiers began moving the wounded out of the battle.

(Minato) “Akira?!”

(Minako) “Y-You just killed...!-”

(Akira) “Fight to kill, they aren’t human!”

(Rean) “W-What?”

The black sky suddenly turned into a blinding white, with the knights who weren’t killed yet suddenly twitching violently.

The Blue Lions noticed the White light in the skies near the main gate and began making their way.

(Hubert) “Well, looks like your plan is working after all, Lady Edelgard.”

(Edelgard) “So it would seem.”

The knights slowly began to cough out white blood as their bodies convulsed, with glowing white limbs breaking out of their backs.

(Akihiko) “What in the hell?!”

(Laura) “What’s happening to them?!”

The first one to finish transformation was a knight near Edelgard.

The knight had formed into some abomination with long limbs, wings, and a head that split into 3 jaws, the skin being a pristine white that showed no evidence of being even remotely human prior.

Sara was the first one to act, splitting it in half with her sword.

Sharon was the next, using her wires to enwrap a knight in mid-transformation and severing the head.

(Caspar) “What are you all standing there for?!”

Shaking off the initial shock, they begun killing the creatures that had just formed.

(Ken) “What are these things?!”

Ken speared one through the stomach as Koromaru summoned a persona and lit it aflame.

Ryuji hit one with his mace, crushing its head in.

(Ryuji) “H-Hey, don’t these things kinda remind you of shadows?”

Ann fired several rounds from her SMG and turned to Ryuji.

(Ann) “How did Shadows from our worlds get in here, and what are they doing in the Church Knights?!”

Fuuka and Futaba began scanning the field and sure enough, they were giving off the same readings as Shadows.

(Futaba) “How is this possible?!”

(Fuuka) “E-Edelgard! There’s a massive signature headed our way!”

(Edelgard) “That means that can only mean one thing...”

[Will and Reason - Tales of Berseria]

The creatures flew away from everyone and towards the gate, where a single knight with a white cape walked in.

With the skies so bright, the light reflecting off his armor blinded a few people.

Dimitri and the others stood next to Edelgard, realizing who was arriving at the gates.

(Dimitri) “An Inquisitor!”

(Inquisitor) “How troubling. I come to cleanse the heretics from this land, and what do I find? The King of Faerghus conspiring with them.”

His helmet shifted from looking at the rest of House Isekai.

(Inquisitor) “And the students not of our world to boot.”

(Minako) “You...you turned your loyal knights into monsters!”

(Inquisitor) “SILENCE, GIRL! These are holy angels of Sothis, who pledged themselves to defend our holy nation from heretics such as you lot!”

(Minato) “Don’t think Sothis would appreciate whatever the hell these freakshows are!”

(Inquisitor) “You DARE?!”

(Edelgard) “This world belongs to us! NOT YOU AND YOUR MONSTERS!”

(Inquisitor) “...Hmph. How very glib. I will make one offer, King Dimitri. Surrender these heretics to me, and I will not mention our encounter in my report. You are hopefully misguided with these...savages.”

(Dimitri) “These ‘savages’ are my friends! I will never! My people may have given into your reign, BUT I WILL SHOW THEM THAT YOU’RE OUR TRUE ENEMY!”

(Inquisitor) “Then by my right as Inquisitor of the Holy Church of Seiros, I HEREBY SENTENCE-”

(Akechi) “Oh, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!”

Akira and Akechi raised their pistols and unloaded all of their ammo into the Inquisitor.

He took all the bullets to his chest and fell on his back.

(Inquisitor) “...Hmph. I should have known that talking with such savages was pointless.

[Insatiable - Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers]

White blood flowed from the bottom of the helmet while sharp claws burst out from the sides of his body.

His legs began twitching as the rest of his body began to glow a bright white, and that light began to form itself into an insectoid like shape.

When the Inquisitor finished transforming, he had turned into a massive hybrid with the legs of and stinger of a scorpion, but the body of a human with soulless eyes with a golden lance and shield.

The lesser angels rushed towards the groups first, but were easily mowed down by the Phantom Thieves and Class VII’s guns.

The Black Eagles and Blue lions rushed in first ahead of their leaders weapons drawn.

The Inquisitor moved forward slowly, his legs skittering across the floor as he raised his lance.

The stinger impaled the ground, with Sylvain and Felix dodging out the way barely in time.

They were blown back by the impact of the stinger and the ground that shot out from it.

Petra and Dedue swung their weapons at the stinger, but the cut was not deep enough to deal any real damage.

His stinger moved back and dragged Petra and Dedue with him, flinging them into the air.

Ingrid’s pegasus flew into the air, catching Dedue by having him land on the pegasus while grabbing Petra’s hand.

The weight was throwing her pegasus off, and the Inquisitor’s shield arm rose up and struck them into a nearby building.

(Rean) “Valimar, what’s your status?!”

(Valimar) Awakener. It is likely I will run out of energy if I were to intervene.

(Rean) “Damn it!”

(Akira) “ARSENE!”

(Minato/Minako) “THANATOS!”

Akira, Minato and Minako summoned their Personas to fight the Inquisitor head on.

Rean motioned some of the group to follow him as those three kept him distracted.

Thanatos’s sword blocked the Stinger that almost impaled him while Arsene blew away the lance arm from making another attack.

The Inquisitor rose a shield without looking as the Persona Users and Class VII opened fire with their guns.

The bullets reflected off the golden shield, not even leaving a scratch.

(Crow) “Well, that’s just great!”

Fie looked at his legs and reached for her belt.

(Fie) “Frag out!”

The grenade landed next to his legs and exploded, making him tilt slightly.

(Inquisitor) “TCH, INSOLENT FOOLS!”

He spun his torso around with his lance aiming straight for them.

The winds from the lance forced Thanatos and Arsene back, lest their users would get blown back as well.

The lance stabbed through the roof they were on and the entire building gave out from underneath them.

Ashe, Bernadetta, and Yukari fired arrows directly into the eyes. They landed their mark and the Inquisitor recoiled in pain.

Dimitri and Edelgard held their relic weapons and jumped into the air, striking directly into his chest.

A bright light shone from where their weapons were crushing into him, and they landed with smiles on their faces.

It quickly dissipated when they found the Inquisitor still standing.

The wounds he had sustained were slowly regenerating.

(Akihiko) “Pretty clear we’ll end up dead if we keep throwing ourselves into him!”

Linhardt and Towa rushed to get everyone from the building who was injured while the others stood there confused.

(Shinjiro) “What do we do?”

...

After finishing off the last Lesser Angel, Doomguy looked at the bridge and saw a massive scorpion monster there.

His visor picked up the distinct red and blue colors of Edelgard and Dimitri.

The Blue Lions and Black Eagles tried rushing at him but that didn’t work.

It was clear to him that they couldn’t fight that thing alone.

Ignoring the sound of gunfire, he looked around for a way to get into the fight quickly.

And that was when he noticed a catapult he hadn’t destroyed yet at this gate.

...

(Rean) “There’s no choice! Heed my call...VALI-...?!”

In the sky, there was some sort of humanoid shaped person dropping in-

No, it was a person!

Doomguy landed on top of the recoiling Inquisitor, and shoved his wristblade straight into his neck.

(Angelica) “Where the heck did he come from?!”

Doomguy looked at them with his free hand and motioned them away.

(Rean) “He’s buying us time, we gotta get out of here!”

(Dorothea) “And leave him to fight that thing?!”

Doomguy activated a sword and jumped off his back.

(Towa) “I-I’m pretty sure he’s got this one! Now come on!”

Edelgard and Dimitri nodded and turned to the others.

(Dimitri) “Grab the injured and lets move it to Valimar!”

Before they could move any further, a black portal appeared in front of them.

Doomguy landed on the ground and used his massive sword to cut off the lower half of the Inquisitor’s legs and his stinger in one cut.

As the Inquisitor lost balance, Doomguy grabbed his Super Shotgun and grappled onto the Inquisitor’s neck.

The sword dug itself into his neck, and Doomguy used his momentum to swing himself around, making the sword cut halfway around his neck.

When he landed again he pulled out his biggest weapon, the BFG-10000 and fired a massive green orb at his center.

The Inquisitor’s upper half exploded into chunks of glowing white pieces, the body slumping over.

Doomguy sheathed his guns and was about to move in with the others before realizing the Inquisitor’s body was glowing white.

It was all the pieces he had blown and cut off, fading into bright sparkles before the missing parts formed themselves on his body.

The Inquisitor had regenerated his parts and somehow looked angrier despite the fact his face was incapable of moving.

Doomguy cocked his shotgun before a hand with a black glove and sleeve was put on his shoulder.

(Lahabrea) “I think you have done more than enough, my friend.”

(Inquisitor) “AN AGARTHAN? I THOUGHT THAT YOUR KIND HAD ABANDONED THESE HERETICS.”

(Lahabrea) “They have. But I have not. I’d rather you didn’t kill them, they’re too useful to me.”

(Inquisitor) “YOU ARE IN NO PLACE TO MAKE DEMANDS!”

(Lahabrea) “Yes yes, quiet down now. We will speak later. I’ll make sure your golem is with you.”

He raised his hands into the air and snapped, making everyone teleport away.

The soldiers, The Black Eagles, Blue Lions, and House Isekai in an instant left the battlefield.

...

Garreg Mach Monastery, Present Day…

(Edelgard) “...Lahabrea never did tell us what happened that day.”

(Rean) “We were teleported pretty far, to the point we could see the entire city on a hill. After a few minutes, the sky turned back to black, and he teleported next to us, telling us where to go.”

(Ainz) “But, a siege was ongoing wasn’t it? I doubt it ended JUST because you left.”

(Dimitri) “The only answer we got was...not to worry about it, which does NOT bode well.”

(Yuri) “What? But...We still have reports that you all are in Enbarr. It’s been months since you left, right?”

(Edelgard) “And that’s what has me worried the most...”

(Akira) “Lahabrea told us to come here first before we were to return, and he said not to worry about the time it’ll take to get us here.”

(Kazuma) “To Garreg Mach? What’s for you guys here?”

(Minato) “Well, first there’s you all, but I don’t think he accounted for that so...”

Minato turned to Sitri.

(Minato) “I think he wanted us to come for her.”

(Sitri) “I find that a little hard to believe, honestly. I’ve been dead for so long I’m not sure I have anything to offer with knowledge.”

(Aqua) “She’s not a fighter either, I’m not sensing any magic from her.”

Emma adjusted her glasses and looked at her as well.

(Emma) “Neither can I.”

(Ainz) “That doesn’t make sense. She was resurrected with what we’re assuming is Dark Magic, right? Then she should have some semblance of magic we can detect...”

Sitri examined herself and put her hand to her chest.

...And that was when she noticed something off.

(Sitri) “Huh?”

(Megumi) “What is it?”

(Sitri) “My...my heart. It’s not beating?”

(Sara) “...Just like Byleth.”

Sitri realized what Sara had said and turned to her.

(Sitri) “His doesn’t beat either? Then how is he...How are either of us alive?”

(Demiurge) “Perplexing. We’re able to detect life force from Byleth, so despite that abnormality he IS indeed alive. You on the other hand...”

(Kazuma) “Wait a second...are you like Wiz?”

(Albedo) “Who is Wiz?”

(Kazuma) “She’s an undead friend of mine, a Lich. If Sitri was resurrected by dark means then...”

Kazuma moved over to Sitri and grabbed her hand.

(Kazuma) “Aqua. Cast some baby healing spell or something.”

Aqua shrugged and did as he asked, a bright light formed from her hands and onto Sitri, making her hand recoil back.

(Sitri) “O-Ow!”

Kazuma reached for Darkness’s hand. She at first hesitated but when Kazuma raised an eyebrow, she sighed and gave it to him.

(Kazuma) “Drain touch.”

(Darkness) “OOOOOOOOW! OWWOWOW!-”

Sitri felt the pain go away in an instant when she felt Darkness’s life force enter her hand.

(Kazuma) “Sorry. And thanks to both of you.”

Sitri reached for her hand and stared at it in confusion.

(Miki) “Does that mean she’s a...?-”

(Junpei) “Holy SHIT, SHE’S A ZOMBIE?!”

(Yukari) “I’d hit you for saying that but...I don’t think thats far off the mark.”

(Cocytus) “THAT EXPLAINS WHY WE CANNOT DETECT HER LIFE FORCE LIKE WE CAN WITH YOU ALL...”

(Yuri) “Wait a second, you knew about this?”

(Shalltear) “It was...just a suspicion we had. We didn’t want to say anything until we were all here.”

(Akira) “Hmph. Fair enough. I think we would’ve done the same thing.”

(Kasumi) “Um, so getting back onto the topic at hand, Lahabrea made us come back for Sitri, who’s now an undead...But why? Why resurrect her at all?”

(Edelgard) “Not to mention how he didn’t bring this up until now. What is he playing at?”

(Kazuma) “And another thing. He seems to have a hard-on for our Household while the rest of the Agarthans just want us dead. I get why we’re important to you guys, but why him?”

(Everyone) “...”

A heavy atmosphere took over the room before Yuki spoke up.

(Yuki) “U-Um, excuse me.”

Everyone turned to her.

(Megumi) “Yuki-chan? What is it?”

(Yuki) “What time is it?”

Ryuji pulled out his phone and checked.

(Ryuji) “Hm...According to the phone, time in Fodlan’s about 9 in the morning. You forget something to do, Takeya?”

(Yuki) “Should...it be THAT bright outside?”

Everyone paused for a moment before slowly turning to the door behind them.

The outside shone an eerily bright white on the grass, and the wind appeared to stop blowing against the trees.

And the sound of footsteps seemed to be approaching from the main hall.

Megumi got the School-Living Club and Sitri behind her as everyone slowly stood up and reached for their weapons...

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Year 4, Outskirts of Enbarr...

(Lahabrea) “Yes yes, quiet down now. We will speak later. I’ll make sure your golem is with you.”

He raised his hands into the air and snapped, making everyone teleport away.

The soldiers, The Black Eagles, Blue Lions, and House Isekai in an instant left the battlefield.

As he turned around, another portal appeared beside him.

(Lahabrea) “I trust you find your new sword to your liking, Byleth?”

Byleth stared at the weapon. It resembled and functioned just like the Sword of the Creator, even down to the whip function. But...

(Inquisitor) “Y-...YOU ARE THE-”

(Lahabrea) “Ah, allow me to introduce my friend, good Inquisitor-”

The middle orb started to emit a dark purple, making Byleth’s reflection fade away into black.

Lahabrea looked to the side and saw Byleth’s white hair blowing back from the dark aura flowing from the sword.

Byleth’s free hand moved down his face, the Crest of Flames glowing a bright red and floated in front of him for a brief flash.

He took a step toward the Inquisitor, making him step back in terror.

(Lahabrea) “-Byleth. Wielder of many titles, Child of the Fell Star by the Agarthans, The Ashen Demon by Fodlan and yourselves but to me...

The Warrior of Darkness.”

PART 3: END

[Escape - Darling in the FranXX OST]

The forecasted rain wets us

What should I say to you, as you tremble? My soaked blazer is cold and heavy

I feel as helpless as a chick who’s left its cage. I felt that my dreams were on the other side of the heavy clouds

I digested only the sweet pain that spread in my chest

I wonder if it’d be better if I’d never met you

Hey, I can’t even see the stars

Hey, my tears won’t fall either

To Be Continued in:

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callowaysrose · 3 years

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@lilyshale !!

the original plan for superbowl sunday was to have friends over and make enough superbowl themed food that would have them groaning and hitting the gym for the next week. nonetheless, as life would have it (due to his own fault), those plans were cancelled in their entirety. still, sebastian refused to stay home, he couldn’t stand the silence that now existed between him and his wife. he tried, every so often, to talk to to her, to engage in even the smallest of conversations “how was your day?” “did you eat dinner?” but small talk was never their thing. their whole relationship started with adventure, meaningful conversations, and right now, even though he wanted to fight for his marriage, he understood she needed time and he would give it to her.

the new plan tonight was to head over to logans, maybe see alexa, maybe drop by and say hello to his mother, pass by baileys and talk shit for a minute or two. nonetheless, the more he added onto his sunday plans, the more sebastian realized that he had no idea what to do today and he was just stacking his schedule to avoid being home, to avoid doing things that he needed to do to salvage what was left of his most important relationships. still, in determined avoidance, the man ended up calling logan and alexa, figuring out that they were on a unusual high in their not-so relationship, he called bailey but she never picked up (should have seen that coming), and his mother, who for the first time in his ever living years sent him to voicemail. his mother was so disappointed, he was sure she disowned him and removed him from any and all wills and estate planning.

as fate would have it, the last person on his list - and the won he had been avoiding all this time - was the one who deserved every bit of explanation for something that she had no idea occurred. giving in to his last option, he jumped in his car and drove down roads he had come to know all to well. the road to her apartment being so engraved in his mind he could go back and forth, to his house and hers, blindfolded.

finally parked outside of her building, he gave her a quick phone call, waiting for her to pick up as he made his way up the stairs to her apartment all the while trying to ignore the voice of one logan jeon in his head. terrible idea, babe. don’t do it. i’d do it, but be better than me. “hey josie...it’s sebas...” he sighed into the phone, her confused voice on the other side. “i’m uh -- i’m outside your door.”

#Sebastian Marin.#verse. mtv #sebastian ft. josie #for some reason the lakes by taylor swift inspired this lmao

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its-snicket-here · 3 years

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She’s the mother of Lord Ainz-Sama?! (2/???)

It feels... warm on your skin... What is going on?...

Slowly opening your eyes, you were greeted by a shadowed figure. A tall knight dressed in black armor. Their helm covered their identity, showing no signs of recognition of people that you know or rather much people that even own such dark armor. My goodness, how could somebody stay conscious in such hot armor? “I’m sorry to sound rude. But do I know you?” you asked. You froze as instead of your voice you’re hearing, it was a much younger...seductive voice instead. The armored figured only tilt their head and had slightly jolted back.

With how the knight reacted, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your heart. You didn’t mean to hurt the knight’s feelings! You bowed your head as you apologized profusely. Your actions seem to also take back your companion again, as they tried to ease your emotions speechless, literally and comedically.

They raised their hands up, palms facing towards you trying to ease your guilt and sudden emotional state. But their actions was only in vain, as you continue bawling out apologies after apologies. Only time could tell when you stop apologizing profusely for your companion’s sake.

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Standing all and mighty, his skeletal bejeweled hand clutched tightly on a golden staff, pride of the Ainz Ooal Gown guild... and the reminder of a certain member’s mother... He watched as the dark elven twins fought against his Primal Fire beast far away. As marvelous the sight is seeing his guild members’ NPCs come to life, he couldn’t help and ponder of any other possibilities of using other game usages like he can behind the screen. This isn’t any game now... This is perhaps now his life... Using his free hand, he pressed his boney hand against the temple of his skull.

‘Message’

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

‘No go. I can’t connect to a GM or my guild members... nor my mother. I... Wonder how she would react if she found my body in real life... If... She wasn’t taken here too... No... She must have-’

‘I’m here. Is there something you need, Lord Momonga?’ An elderly voice answered. His voice echoed in Ainz’s mind. Ainz couldn’t help to be taken back on this new info.

‘Woah. My message spell connected! Sebas, how do things look on the outside?’

‘Well lord... There is a slight problem.’

“Hmm...” ‘I have called all the guardians to gather. Come to the Amphitheater on the sixth floor immediately. You can report what you saw when you are here.’

‘Understood’

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“So I see...” You murmured softly. So the knight in front of you is your... custom made... N... P... C? Oh... was this the right word?! What did you son taught you again?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Dimitri, your headless horseman, tilted his head. Why do you look so... troubled? Did he do something wrong to worry you? He slowly placed a hand on your head, giving an easing pat... Almost how your husband would do... back when you, him, and Satoru would be... together...

You froze in a trance, as Dimitri quickly pulled his hand back - fearful that he may done something that he wasn’t given permission to do, but he was ready to accept his punishment if he did indeed did something wrong... even if it means his death. “D-dimitri... Why do you do that?” You asked softly. Dimitri can tell you were not angered, but shocked and confused... a-and is that sadness he feels?! Although he couldn’t talk, his actions do most of the talking. Hesitantly, he opened his arms to see if his supreme being allow him to comfort you. To his relief, you did accept the offer but wasn’t expect the tears coming out from all the past memories that you and your husband had.

“Oh, why?! Why have you must overwork yourself to death, Shu?!” You cried out. You remember the bitter taste left in your heart as you constantly tried to stop your husband to overwork himself... As much money was hard to come by in jobs with all these disasters happening and the costs going high. It left a bitter taste in your heart as you watched the rich be dabbling on in their own merry ways in the comfort of their luxurious life style, not bothering to lift a single finger to help the lower class. Oh how much you HATE it...

Scarlet colored gems from yourself as well your staff glowed brightly, as these thoughts fueled your rage itself. Dimitri can tell and began to feel agitated himself too. Whoever pissed off his supreme leader must die at the wrath of his hands, but he shoved those thoughts down as his first priorities is calming you down.

Despite your confusion and sudden rage, you auto piloted unknowingly as if this was natural for you. “Dimitri, I command you to summon your horse and scout out the area with me.” Dimitri only nodded, agreeing that it’s best to scout out the unknown area. This isn’t Yggdrasil that he knows anymore, it’s much more different... and so, with a quick wave with his hand, a pitch black stallion appeared. Covered with black armor, tinted with silver and gold at the edges; much more fit to be a war horse than a traveling horse. Next to was another horse but was a dirty white and was more fitted for royalty with how elegantly it looked.

“Now Dimitri. Why is that horse is different than the other?” You asked. You where curious of why that horse came differently than it’s sibling. Royalty and War? Such a strange combination... Dimitri only pointed to you and to the elegantly dress horse. “Ah I see...” So that horse was meant for you...

“It’s best to ease the elegancy and the amount of armor you have on the horse, we wouldn’t have any attention on ourselves. You hear that, Dimitri?” Dmitri nodded, as he bowed. Your commanded are your wishes without any questions. You looked out to the sky.

‘Where... Am I specifically?...’ ‘

‘Oh dear god! If I’m not at home- My son!’

‘Is he here with me?! Oh my god! What happen if he found my body?!’

‘I-I can’t leave him all alone like that! Not like how he founded my husband’s body!!’

‘I need to get out of here, now!’

#overlord #ainz ooal gown #ainz #lord ainz #mother reader #isekai #overlord x reader

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azover-dreams · 4 years

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Chased (5/1/2020)

So I got off from a quad bike (white and green) that my mom's bf was riding, and head into a huge school with an empty, kinda torn out plastic bag. 2 girls (josefina? And other) approach me and ask me about the bag I think. I enter the building, talk to other acquaintances (cande from primary school) and head to a set of stairs in one of the 4 corners of the building, they looked like a version of my apartment stairs, a little bit more yellow and with a lot of natural light coming in. There, a momma cat with 4-6 kittens were hanging out, they were nursing and eating cat food on the floor, and besides them there was lila (one of my first cats) who was supposed to be daughter of this other cat. The mother had a purple diamond (rombo) on her forehead with a green v below it and 6 dots above, 3 on each side of the shape, I don't remember seeing her eyes open. The kittens were all yellow/orange, they seemed to be just opening their eyes, 1-2 weeks old (according to google). I pet Lila first, she growls as a reaction but recognizes me and pushes into my hand for more pets, mother does the same and the kittens seen to be following my hand. I ask someone to take care of them (cande again? Seba? Idk) and go up a floor: there are 2-5 ppl in sight, wrong floor, I go down and find that the cats aren't there, so I go down to the next floor. Seba is with a bunch if people smiling and chatting while petting these kittens. I panic bc they might steal it or hurt them by accident. I take them and ask the girls (that I asked b4 to take care of them) to grab them and follow me. I have 3 or 4 in my hands while on another set of (wider) stairs, and I look at the adult cats just sitting there among the crowd, looking at me, I signal them to follow me. Then a blonde woman approaches with a wooden plaque with the ace flag painted on it (or at least the colors) while grabbing something from my hands, we exchange items one or 2 more times, and in the panic it seems that I've lost a kitten, the girls aren't responding and I need to leave. I don't know where did all of them end up.

Next thing I remember is getting up to the highest floor (hallways that also function as a square balcony surrounding the building, like uni). There isn't as much light here, and the color scheme is darker (with deep greens n stuff). I sneak up and see a cloaked figure with a scythe approach a young man (which was telling something to him) and chokes him. Death is unstoppable. I keep sneaking, but half assed bc I have a lot of time to live, right? But why was that guy killed then? Death spots me and chases me. I enter a chapel in the building and go sit down at the 3 pew (?), and death is sitting beside me. He's relaxed, sitting with his hands on the back rest thing ?? And with his right foot on his left knee, his sleeves are rolled up and he kinda looks like Mathew McConaughey. I make a desperate promise to find the kittens I think? if it meant I keep being alive, he declines while smiling and another guy, some sort if authority figure but bellow death chimes in (he looked like James Corden but tanner, used lucky Luciano's clothes but they were blue-ish). I stand up, scared, and hurriedly leave the chapel. Death also stands up and "james" goes after me. I leave and enter another room, some sort of lab. They manage to enter but I'm already out the window and on a blue tiled roof, which they can't get to. "James" says "well, better call the firefighters" while I start walking away on the roof. Eventually, it connects to the floor, and he's chasing me. I try to hide between the bushes and trees beside an entrance on a street corner, he asks if I'm doing that in a mocking tone. Redo, I'm going down the roof and a robotic looking blonde woman in a green (dark, kinda blue) pencil dress is chasing me this time; I try to sneak around the trees and turn around the corner, I walk and enter a bare bones pastry shop, and try to hide. The only person there is the clerk ("blocked and reported" vine guy) that seems to be kinda stoned, I apologize for almost going off limits of the shop but I'm being chased, he says it's alright/normal. I peek towards the front of the shop (all glass) and see the woman walk straight past. He says she's not looking for me but for them, and she will come back to double check. I sneak behind a "counter" (same as my mom's old hallway counter), and she enters. He starts talking and I sneak out while he's saying something. The door to the corner is open and I hop in. I hear screams from the pastry shop. There are a lot of woc in the building I'm in, and I feel kinda protected. I ask them what to do, call 911. I try to dial it but something's stopping me, instead I tipe something along the lines of "180mi- 911" and other letters/numbers and it goes to a Chinese line I think, static sounds. I hung up, why didn't it work? What's the number?? "Just 911". I call saying there are screams n shit, and there might be drugs involved... tbh I don't remember exactly what I said. I feel like someone after me again. I go to the bathroom and try to lock me there, the door won't lock/hold, the lights flicker. I look at the mirror, scared, then focus on the door again

Woke up

#death came close to choking me but couldn't reach

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professor-fanalia · 5 years

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Hello Professor! I was wondering what’s the cutest pair you have on you Ranch! And this question is for both of you Professor Fanalia and Professor Kryspyn.

Professor Kryspyn: Hello! Welcome! Professor Fanalia: Hello trainer. So they are inquiring about Pokemon on our ranch as couples?

Professor Kryspyn: Seems like it! There all kinds of odd and cute friendships and couples that live here on the Neverland Rehabilitation Ranch. There are some cases where we able to heal the Pokemon from their experiences, but they are in need to be watched over in case they relapse back, so they live here. Its fun to watch species of Pokemon that normally don’t coexist out in the wild, but slow down here and form bonds from understanding one another due to empathy or experience. From Fanalia’s Lucario, Lucas (*Whispers* Though I tend to nickname him Sebas) told me that the Pokemon who come to make their homes here tend to rely on one another, watching out for each other. It brings up a lot of interesting behavioural patterns that me and Fanalia can record and take notes on. One of my favourites on our ranch is a Snorlax, who is a old patient of ours that lives here on the island in our large greenhouse. Ironically despite being a Sleeping Pokemon, this one had struggle in sleeping, causing problems of insomnia that made him extremely irritated. Thankfully a Jigglypuff was donated to the facility, saving a little problem after all; a Jigglypuff’s song could put anyone to sleep. With a Jigglypuff we would have uses that would help Pokemon who may be restless or have struggle sleeping. So in this case Jigglypuff became a close companion to the Snorlax helping him finally live up to his name after so long of a time of abuse that made him fearful to rest. You can normally find the two of them sunbathing in the green house; the small pink fluff resting on his stomach after a song.

Professor Fanalia: I have to agree, those two are pretty cute in their own way. My favourite would have to be the ones currently sleeping in a Pokemon bed in the house at the moment.

Professor Kryspyn: Oh! The Absol and Shinx pair. Those two are especially great together.

Professor Fanalia: *Sweatdrop* Yes those two. Absol was actually a Pokemon that lived in the lab in our Hometown, he was recuperating from after being taken from his original region, and was going to be sold to a battle ring by a smuggler. Thankfully Gym Leader Brawly, the fighting type Gym Master came across the thief before he had the chance to sell any of the Pokémon he had... unfortunately Absol had suffered the most for fighting back against the man. He recovered well, eventually he was sent up to us when we discovered a small Shinx that was not weaned properly. Eventually the little Electric-Type was put under the care of our Den Mother Charizard, to watch over and love him during his infantile stages. This confirmed the decision completely to have Absol sent up to us, once Shinx grew a little more since they were similar in biology so they would be able to work together to a same extent. So I guess you can say its more of family then a couple, Since Mama Charizard acted as a mother figure while Absol was more a father figure and they still are.

#Pokémon Professors #PokemonRehabilitation #pokefanalia #pokemon #Pokekryspyn

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im-fairly-whitty · 6 years

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Whatever It Takes: Coco Villain!au

[Part 1: Trapped] [Part 2: Broken] [Part 3: Determined] [Part 4: Suspicion]

[Part 5: Decision] [Part 6: Bad History] [Part 7: Breaking Point]

[Part 8: Locked Door] [Part 9: Resolution] [Part 10: The Key]

Part 11: The Edge

Enrique had to escape.

He had to find Miguel.

He had to.

Things he desperately told himself as he lay face down at the bottom of the cenote Victoria had shoved him into. He’d landed in the water rather than on the jagged rocks, but the effort it had taken to drag himself back onto dry ground while still bound had sapped every bit of his remaining energy.

He should get up and search for a way out. He should be prying off the loosening bindings. He should be on a ferry right now, sailing away from this madness with his son, getting them both far far away from this nightmare.

And instead here he was, softly crying to himself as he lay on the ground, every bit of him begging to be allowed to pass out, all of his remaining will being used just to stay conscious.

Why?

He didn’t even know anymore.

This had to be Hell. It had to be. He’d died and gone straight to damnation.

He groaned as he rolled onto his side, aching from sheer overwhelming fatigue. The pain in his chest was suffocating, the agony of his recent heart attack weighing him down. Why had he died, why couldn’t he be home with Luisa right now, holding her close, blissfully unaware of what had ever happened to their son, or of the monsters within their own family tree.

Enrique took a deep breath, allowing himself to feel every ounce of pain and fear and regret and anger for a long minute. And then he steeled himself, forcing those feelings to take a back seat, forcing open a cleared space in his mind, however small, for him to think.

Yes, he wanted to die again. Yes, he wanted to close his eyes and never move again. But he was still a father and his son still needed him. What he wanted didn’t matter as long as Héctor and Victoria still had Miguel.

He stared at the cavern walls, his view sideways from laying on the ground. He still needed a plan, and he didn't have to move for that much at least. There was still the ferry, there was still Iria, a safe haven, but that wasn’t going to be enough anymore.

Miguel’s confession, the story of how he’d been murdered by Héctor to “protect the family” was a horrifying one, and it spoke volumes about who Héctor really was. If he was a man who could kill his own grandson without hesitation, then who knew what other atrocities he’d committed, in his life or afterlife.

Ruy’s broken down state made sense, Victoria’s psychosis made sense, Mamá Coco’s caginess made sense, even the overly committed family culture he’d grown up with (family always comes first, Riveras always protect Riveras, whatever it takes) made too much sense now, having been passed down from that monster. A man who would kill to protect the empire he’d built up under himself.

Just how much blood was the family built on? How many bodies had been left behind by Héctor and Imelda? How many more were to come?

If-, no, when, Enrique got out of here he wasn’t going to run to Iria’s. Miguel’s safety wasn’t enough anymore, everyone in this family had to be saved. Ruy for one, any other victims for another, but also Luisa and Socorro and everyone he loved who would eventually come here too. Enrique had to do whatever he could to tear down this beartrap of a regime that Héctor had built if anyone was going to be truly safe.

The family reputation, the family wealth. That’s what Héctor would have been trying to protect when he murdered Miguel. Enrique couldn’t care less, none of that mattered when family was at stake. Sebastian had been right, this wasn’t a time for dramatic escapes, this was a job for the police.

Enrique couldn’t rest until Héctor, and Imelda, and Victoria, and anyone else involved in this mess was locked up. For good.

If only he could manage to stand.

He shifted slightly as he heard footsteps far above him, the sound of boots echoing on the walls around him.

“Hello?” he called.

There was no response, only a clattering sound as a rope ladder dropped over the edge, the bottom rung swinging only yards from his face.

It began to sway and shake as someone from above started climbing down.

***

“He’s been beating up on Ruy his whole life, I mean you never see it in the papers or anything, but the whole family’s a wreck, they’re all completely insane!”

“Sebastian, I’m going to have to remind you to let us do the talking,” Officer Chloe Francés said as her police squad climbed the steps of the Rivera family mansion, “we are here to gather information on Rodrigo Rivera’s disappearance, bringing you is already discouraged by regulation, you need to keep silent while we work.”

The nineteen-year-old looked like he wanted to argue, but shut his mouth tightly, pulling the brim of his cap forward as they neared the mansion entrance. He was a good kid. Rodrigo Rivera party noise complaints were so frequent that the station had a rotation chart tacked to the wall to track whose turn it was to go shut it down, which usually meant having a talk with Sebastian. He was well-liked in the department for being level-headed and apologetic.

But tonight was different.

Sebastian had burst into the station over an hour ago with a ludicrous story of Tio Héctor Rivera being a psychotic murderer, of a kidnapping and a failed attempt to leave town.

It had taken nearly twenty minutes for officers to calm him down enough to pull the story out of him even half-coherently, another twenty minutes to determine that he wasn’t completely high or drunk, and then another twenty to dispatch an officer to Rodrigo Rivera’s residence to verify that he was indeed missing.

Officer Francés had always liked Tio Héctor, he seemed like a good man and a builder of the community. Having worked on a case that was close to his granddaughter Victoria, she’d seen him up close too. She’d even been to a few of his performances, one before she’d died, and a couple of his Sunrise Spectaculars too. Good musician, good man.

But she’d also been a police officer long enough to know that appearances could be deceiving.

“Sebastian, you hang back here with the other officers, I’ll call you up if I need you, claro?” Officer Francés said, waving for her second in command to follow her.

“Do you really think Rivera’s off his rocker?” her second-in-command asked once they were out of earshot.

“I have no idea.” Officer Francés said, shaking her head as they approached the door together, “It’s a lot to swallow, and there’s no previous police record on any of the Riveras other than Rodrigo for his parties. And this is even assuming we can speak with Señor y Señora Rivera at all, we’ll probably be waiting in a parlor for the next two hours while someone tracks them down to-”

She cut off as the door slammed open in front of them, two figures rushing out and then pulling abruptly to a stop before Officer Francés was even close enough to knock.

There stood Héctor and Imelda Rivera themselves, both looking unusually ragged and worn down for celebrities, and completely taken aback at finding two police officers waiting for them on their front porch.

This was already more interesting than Officer Francés had thought.

“What are you doing on our property?” Señor Rivera asked, stepping in front of his wife...protectively? “Why are you here?”

“Señor y Señora Rivera,” Officer Francés said, pulling on her best calming smile and quietly noting the way Señora Rivera gripped her husband’s elbow until he took a step back, as if commanding him to stand down. “a missing person’s report has been filed on your son, Rodrigo Rivera, we’re here to ask if you have any information on where he might be.”

“We...” Señor Rivera’s voice trailed off, his hands tightening into fists.

“Mi amor, we need...we need to come clean.” Señora Rivera said quietly, looking like she was wiping tears away with one hand while taking his arm more gently with the other.

“Imelda, we can’t-”

“Héctor, it’s over, we can’t do this anymore.” Señora Rivera said, cutting off her husband as a tear ran down her face, taking Officer Francés off guard.

“Señora?” Officer Francés said, a prickling feeling going down her spine.

“Officer, our son is inside,” Señora Rivera said, motioning towards the door behind them. “he arrived over an hour ago and is terribly hurt. This evening has been a nightmare. Our great-grandson Enrique died yesterday and is severely confused, he kidnapped our great-great-grandson Miguel, he’s the one that who died years ago when he was cursed, I assume you’ve heard of him?”

“I’m familiar with the story.” Officer Francés said, everyone knew about Miguel Rivera, the living boy that had been waylaid by an antagonist of the family so long he’d died.

“We’ve cared for him ever since the accident, he’s not mentally stable,” Señora Rivera said, “but when Enrique arrived yesterday he kidnapped Miguel and we’ve been looking for him. We thought we could recover them both quickly so we didn’t get the police involved. As you might imagine, these kinds of things have a tendency to...go public around families like ours.” Señora Rivera said, grimacing and looking suspiciously at the group behind them.

“Those are my officers.” Officer Francés assured her, taking down notes as quickly as she could in her notebook. Everything they’d said so far already correlated with Seba’s story, but it would be better to look busy, “Not a word of this will reach the press Señora, you have my word, but how does this relate to Rodrigo?”

“We didn’t find Miguel until we realized that Rodrigo had been helping Enrique.” Señor Rivera said, “He’s always been...the black sheep of the family, difficult to deal with. I confronted him at his home and we had a fight, I got worked up over Miguel’s safety and I struck him. He came here to speak with his mother afterward while I went to keep looking for Enrique before he left town with Miguel. Miguel is a very fragile child, he’s not able to handle this kind of trauma.”

“And then-” Señora Rivera cut off, wrestling with a sob that seemed to be caught in her throat, “then-”

“Officer Francés, we have a granddaughter, Victoria Rivera.” Señor Rivera said, looking more emotionally wrung out than anyone Officer Francés had ever seen as he held his crying wife, “She was murdered several years ago and has been incredibly unstable ever since.

“We’ve tried to keep her out of an asylum and here at home with us but it was a mistake. Enrique kidnapping Miguel has, triggered her. She’s completely snapped, she’s out of control. She’s tortured our son without our knowledge to find Miguel and Enrique. That’s why Rodrigo is here and why he’s terribly injured and now we don’t know where Victoria is, she brought Miguel back to us but now we’re afraid she’s gone back after Enrique with intentions of violence.”

“Por favor, you have to help us find her!” Señora Rivera cried, holding a handkerchief to her face as her voice approached hysterical, “She’s a monster, she needs to be locked up, she’s hurt my child. You have to find her before she harms anyone else!”

Sebastian had said nothing about Victoria. But it made too much sense.

Officer Francés was all too familiar with the girl’s case. She had been on the team assigned to locate her murderer after he disappeared shortly after his death. The court systems in the Land of the Dead didn’t deal with crimes committed in life, but that didn’t mean they didn't keep a close eye on those known to be truly sadistic. Victoria’s murderer had checked all the boxes of someone that would be good to keep very close watch over and they’d been ready for him.

And then only a day after he arrived, he disappeared. Diving into the shadowy underworld of the afterlife before she and her officers were able to stop him, losing him forever.

But Officer Francés had seen the files, knew exactly what had happened to Victoria, and knew that the poor girl was completely unhinged. Exactly the kind of unhinged that could turn under pressure like this.

But that still left an important question unanswered.

“We’ll find her, I’ll have her details radioed in to the station and my officers will canvas the area. And we’ll have Rodrigo taken into custody for suspected assisted kidnapping, he’ll receive the very best medical care.” Officer Francés said, nodding to her second in command, who turned away to begin relaying her commands into his radio. “But there’s something else. Our informant said that while Enrique was on the run Miguel told him more about the night he died. Miguel said that you killed him Señor Rivera.”

They both froze. Absolutely rigid. Señora Rivera’s grip looked like it was going to snap her husband’s arm.

“It finally happened.” Señor Rivera said, his voice cracking as he covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

“We knew we couldn’t pretend forever Héctor.” Señora Rivera said, looking at him grimly.

“Do you deny the boy’s claims?” Officer Francés asked slowly, ready to drop her notebook and tackle them at the slightest sign of them attempting to flee.

“Officer...the reason we keep Miguel so close is because he’s delusional.” Señora Rivera said, looking like every word was a confession that pained her to her core. “He stays with Héctor because he’s more stable that way, but when they’re apart his...mental state becomes far worse. He suffers from panic episodes and paranoia. He thinks people are trying to kill him again, sometimes it’s a family member or even a stranger, but the longer he goes without our care the worse it gets.”

“It’s why we wanted to get him back as quickly as possible.” Señor Rivera said hoarsely, “Enrique doesn’t know how bad he really is, I’m not surprised that the stress of being forcefully taken from us and then being on the run pulled something like this out of him.”

“He’s back with us now, we can take you to see him yourselves if you like.” Imelda said, rubbing the ridge above her eye with her thumb, “He’s still recovering. We have the proper documentation of his condition from certified doctors that we can present if needed. Victoria too. We love him, and Victoria, but...I’m afraid that nothing they say or claim or accuse can be taken seriously, they’re both mentally unstable, it’s all paranoid rambling from both of them. We’ve been trying to keep their conditions quiet for their sake, but everything’s spun out of control.”

“So can you help us?” Señor Rivera asked, his chin high, as if daring her to mock their vulnerable position, their family secrets they’d shared with her, “We need to contain our granddaughter before she hurts anyone else.”

“You should have called us earlier Señor.” Officer Francés, finally stowing away her notebook. “But we’re here to help. Do you have any idea where Victoria is likely to have gone?”

There would be more questions to ask later, and she was going to ask to see those doctor’s documents later, but for now she’d found enough to work on. Sebastian’s story finally made sense and the true suspects identified.

“She said that she left Enrique in a cenote somewhere behind our property.” Señor Rivera said, taking his wife’s hand. “That’s the last thing she mentioned before she stormed off. Is there any other information you need, Officer?”

Sebastian himself would need to be taken in for questioning, but it was likely that he was operating under confused facts from Rodrigo. It was a complex mess, but with Señor y Señora Rivera leveling with her, everything was coming into focus. The unstable members of the family were being triggered by the well-intentioned outcasts, and the matriarch and patriarch had failed to contain the situation before it spun out of control. Regrettable but understandable.

“Are you still the only one Victoria allows near her?” Officer Francés asked.

“Si.”

“Then please come with us, lead the way to the cenote. My squad will take her and Enrique into custody and then we can bring everyone in for questioning to straighten this all out. Thank you for your cooperation.”

“Of course, we just want our family safe.” Señor Rivera said, he motioned to their left, “we can go this way, if we hurry we can reach the cenotes in about twenty minutes on foot.”

“Let’s move.” Officer Francés said.

She turned to wave her team forward as they followed the Riveras around to the back of their property, pulling her own radio to her face to bark orders to the rest of the officers in the area, sending someone to attend to Rodrigo, someone to collect Miguel, and someone else to escort Sebastian back to the police station. With any luck they would be able to quickly locate and take the suspects, Victoria and Enrique, into custody.

It was a shame that Victoria had finally gone off the deep end, but on the other hand it was perhaps only truly surprising that it had taken this long. Even with a loving family to support and care for her, there was apparently only so much trauma a young woman could take.

Officer Francés pulled her cap lower as she followed the Riveras across the stony ground.

This family had already suffered too much tonight. It was time to end this.

***

Miguel wanted to go home.

He and Tío Ruy stood at the edge of the empty cenote, looking down at the turquoise pool of water below. It was the third one they’d found, with no sign of Papá.

“Let’s take a break kid, I...I gotta sit down, alright?” Tio Ruy said, his voice tight enough with pain to crack slightly.

Miguel nodded numbly as Caprice lowered herself to the ground, helping Tío Ruy down slowly and giving him something soft to lean against in a landscape of massive boulders and rock.

It had started out alright, they’d all gotten out of the mansion safely to go get his Papá, but soon Miguel had realized that Tío Ruy was very hurt and only faking being able to walk.

“Maybe...” Miguel crouched down next to Caprice, leaning against her as he looked over the steep cliffs near them to the water far, far below. “Maybe we should go back...”

Tío Ruy said nothing, closing his eyes with a grimace as the three of them all sat in silence.

Miguel shivered, curling up tightly against the alebrije as his thoughts got too loud.

If Papá Héctor was here he would know what to do. He would be able to help Tío Ruy get a doctor, to help him not feel scared, he would even be able to help stop Tia Victoria. Helping Tio Ruy get out had seemed like a good idea, but now he wasn’t sure. Looking for his Papá had seemed like a good idea.

But not anymore.

Now he just wanted to go home. Trying to leave never worked anyway. He knew that for sure now.

“I’m proud of you, you know that kid?”

Miguel looked up at Tio Ruy, his eyes were still closed and his teeth gritted in pain.

“I mean it, Miguel.” Tio Ruy said, pulling on a stiff smile and ruffling his good hand through Miguel’s hair. “I’m gonna be straight with you. I...don’t know what’s going to happen...if, if we’re going to make it. But I just want you to know that I’m really proud that you’re pushing back. I know all this is stupidly hard for you and you’re doing it anyway. Just...never stop fighting, okay kid? You’ve got some real moxie.”

Miguel stared at him for a long moment, he still felt scared, but also now wishing he could hug Tio Ruy without hurting him more.

“Gracias.” he said quietly.

“How endearingly heart-felt.”

Miguel jolted at the hiss of a familiar voice, jumping up and turning to see Tia Victoria walk out from behind a boulder behind them.

“You bestia, get back.” Tio Ruy spat, forcing himself to his feet, pulling Miguel behind him as Caprice leapt up, already screeching.

“Careful Ruy, keep your horse back or Enrique goes over the edge.” Tia Victoria said, her voice nearly sing-song.

Miguel whimpered as Tia Victoria drug his father out after her. Papá looked terrible, his arms bound to his sides, his eyes barely open. Caprice pawed angrily at the ground and screamed at Tia Victoria, but stayed where she was.

“And look at that, you’ve kidnapped Miguel. Again.” Tia Victoria said, a kind of manic cheerfulness in her wide smile that made Miguel want to curl up and hide, “They didn’t listen, but I was right, I was right! And now I can get both of you.”

“Stay back, she’s insane.” Papá gasped, “Ruy, take Miguel and go to the police, just go, please.”

“Papá!” Miguel cried, actually taking a step forward before all his joints locked up, paralyzing him in place with fear.

“Let him go.” Tio Ruy seethed, his good arm slung around Caprice’s neck.

“I’d like to see you make me.” Victoria grinned.

“Victoria!”

Papá Héctor’s voice shot through the air like a crack of thunder. Everyone turned to see him enter the clearing, flanked by, Mamá Imelda and an entire squad of police behind him.

“Victoria, you let him go right now.” Papá Héctor commanded, powerfully striding forward, his long legs quickly closing the distance between them, several officers rushing up behind him. “First you harm Rodrigo, and then you take him and Miguel from us? What are you thinking Victoria?”

“Don’t come near me! All of you get back!” Tia Victoria shrieked, backing up several steps, taking her and Papá right to the rocky cliff edge, leaving only a few inches of stone between them and the long long fall to the jagged rocks below.

“All of you, stay where you are.” Papá Héctor barked at the police.

Miguel saw the officer with the fanciest uniform call orders for them to halt, but Papá Héctor kept walking towards them.

“You’re not going to lock me up!” Tia Victoria yelled, “I heard you talking, you’re going to kill me just like everyone else! Don’t come any closer!”

Miguel watched as Papá Héctor stopped, he was standing right beside him and Tio Ruy now, his hands held out cautiously towards Victoria.

“Victoria, mija, listen to yourself, you’re not well, you’re hallucinating again.” Papá Héctor said. He glanced down at Miguel and Ruy, the concern on his face only increasing, “Mijos, has she hurt you two? Are you alright?”

No. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go, everything was getting confusing.

Miguel knew he was supposed to be against Papá Héctor, but now he couldn’t remember why. Everything was so horrible and bad and he’d only made it worse, and now Papá Héctor was here to make things better and all Miguel wanted was for everything to be over.

Miguel took a step closer and hugged Papá Héctor as tightly as he could, burying his face against his ribcage, trying desperately to block everything out. There was too much of everything, too much sound, too much light, too much pain.

“Don’t. Don’t call me your son.” Tio Ruy’s voice said weakly, Miguel look over to see him leaning heavily against Caprice.

“Rodrigo you’re not well,” Papá Héctor said, keeping his eyes trained on Tia Victoria, “I’m sorry all of this has happened, but we can sort this out later. We’re taking you and Miguel and Enrique home where we can straighten this all out. And you too Victoria,” he said, raising his voice again. “We’re all going home, alright? We’re all going to go home and talk things over. Mamá Imelda and I want everyone to be safe, we’re here to help you.”

“Ruy. Get. Miguel. Away.” Papá said through gritted teeth, jolting as Tia Victoria swayed him back another step, towards the drop behind him.

“No more talking, kidnapper.” Tia Victoria hissed, putting a hand over his mouth.

“No one is going anywhere.” Papá Héctor said, putting an arm around Miguel protectively.

It made Miguel feel sick, but it was easier to cling tighter and hope the feeling went away, rather than try to think about why.

If only everything would just go away.

If only it would all just disappear.

[Read Chapter 12]

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Only one more chapter to go...

Thanks as always to @slusheeduck , the co-creator of this au.

#whatever it takes #villain!au #the edge #coco #wit writes #part 11

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