#the three caballeros x reader
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~Being in a Throuple with Human!Panchito and Human!José~
Requested By: @anxietycomments
A/N ~ Sorry this is really short. I haven’t had much motivation lately😭
Fandom: The Three Caballeros
Reader: Gender Neutral
Relationship: Romantic, throuple
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!
~Art by chacckco on DeviantArt~
(correct me if I’m wrong)
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~ Panchito and José are great guys. They know how to treat people right. So be prepared for the best relationship of your life.
~ They’re such gentlemen. I mean, they’re not called caballeros for nothing! Who said chivalry is dead? Because they’re obviously wrong, as these two are always displaying acts of it! Be prepared to have doors opened for you, a coat lended to you when it’s cold and to never have to use a step stool ever again.
~ I just know Panchito and José can cook. Like, they make really good meals! They do argue sometimes over who will be the one to make dinner though…
~ They love dancing! If you don’t know how, they’ll gladly teach you! They’ll demonstrate by dancing with each other, before pulling you in. Dancing with them is definitely something you guys do often.
~ You three take turns with who sits in the middle of the couch. No one doesn’t get a turn to be sandwiched in cuddles.
~ José constantly saying things that have you and Panchito blushing, giggling and kicking your feet.
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~~baileypie-writes
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Toon Quest
Chapter 5: Deep Under the Streets of Wellington
A/N before reading I just wanted to let you know that this chapter does have music and that Quotev works best for it, though if you don’t use and or can’t access Quotev, the song is in the link when reaching the scene! If you’d like to read the chapter on Quotev, the link is right here!
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Y/n couldn’t remember much that happened last night other than drifting off to sleep under a tree with a throw over blanket that Cuphead had bought. The two really only bought it because it was chilly outside and the fact that they continued wanting to speak, they got a small blanket and sat under a tree…now…Y/n didn’t exactly expect to wake up to the sun blaring into her eyes and the sound of birds chirping as an alarm.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, she felt her head resting on something that wasn’t the tree, she had been resting on Cuphead’s shoulder and he was leaned into the tree—not necessarily asleep, but busy picking at the grass blades—how did she manage to sleep so comfortably—she had no clue in the world—it wasn’t until then did she realize that she had slept..outside..and the sun was up. Y/n immediately shoots up and quickly examines her surroundings, they seemed to be in a park—a few bystanders walking around doing whatever, Y/n quickly pats her pants to see if she could find her phone but to no avail she remembers she left it back in the room.
“Jesus, you let me sleep till sunrise?!” She exclaims a bad gut feeling stirring up—jeez she could already hear the earful she would get from the others, surely Alice would notice she was gone! But the minute that she had shot up onto her feet and placed her gaze on Cuphead she noticed Mugman standing beside him, Mugman flinched slightly at Y/n’a quick and abrupt movement and took a small step back. Y/n immediately went silent as she saw Cuphead stand up.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You’ll be fine.” He says. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at his ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude, clearly that was something Cuphead was known for as Mugman had slowly shook his head as well. Mugman gently rubbed his hands together before finally gathering the courage to look her in the eyes, when he did he gave her an ever so small wave with his gloved hand.
“Hey uh..sorry about the whole chasin’ thing.” He says bashfully as he rubs the back of his neck. Y/n stared at Mugman for a moment, which seemed to make him shuffle on his feet, she slowly nodded before giving him a small smile. “Don’t worry about it.” She says.
“Mugs, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my bro, Mugman.” Cuphead introduced with a boyish smile as if Y/n didn’t already know Mugman’s name by now, but it was still good to have an actual introduction.
“Nice to meet you.” Y/n says and Mugman smiled ever so slightly before nodding.
“Cuphead told me about the situation and the book.” Mugman says and Y/n nods. “Yeah. My friends are at this church to get the jewel—but in order to get it we have to win the town's music competition.” She tells him. Now saying it she felt much more confident considering yesterday the choir actually sang pretty good.
Cuphead grunted and scratched his neck. “Geez, you shoulda heard the amount of singing we heard while bein’ here,” Cuphead grumbled, understandable.
“He doesn't like musicals.” Mugman tells Y/n. “I actually really liked the songs,” Mugman smiled—Now noticing how Mugman's tense form seemed much more relaxed once realizing that Y/n meant no harm, he seems much more relaxed and talkative than before.
“I hate them, who wants to sit around and listen to someone sing about—whatever for the next 4 minutes? I don’t.” Cuphead crossed his arms and complained—Y/n would enjoy spending more time and speaking to the brothers but she really had to get back to the chapel, she genuinely didn’t want to worry the others—whatever they might be doing.
“Alright, alright. We’ll walk you back.” Cuphead says he walks past her, Mugman follows after Cuphead and so does Y/n.
“So, I take it you also don’t know what’s going on?” Mugman asks Y/n. The human slowly looked at him and made a small expression that meant she didn’t exactly know.
“Uh…not necessarily. From what I know. It’s a book that tells us where to go and who to get.” She says before motioning towards him. “And you and Cuphead are a part of the book, which is why we’re getting the jewel.”
“Hopefully—“ she quickly adds.
“Well..didn’t expect so much when coming to the mainlands.” Mugman expresses. Cuphead shrugs. “Eh. M’ sure there’s far worse to come.” He says and Mugman sputters at that before nudging his brother. “Don’t say that, you can’t jinx it you moron!” Mugman scolds and Cuphead only shrugs. “Can’t get worse from here, Devil got us under a contract, the book we need to take to give to them is somehow something we actually really can’t give to them because we’re apart of it—“
He then smiled. “And not to mention we’re far from home.” The list could go on and on for everyone surely, Y/n already got a thousand things she could go on about. Mugman only rubbed his face in frustration.
“What are you guys going to do about the Devil anyway?” She asks. Mugman sighs and looks away. “It…it’s complicated. We don’t know ourselves.” Mugman mutters.
“I’m sure we’ll figure something out, Mugs.” Cuphead says as he slowed down in walking so Mugman could catch up.
“Sure, I mean. We’ve gotten away from him once.” Mugman tried to bring a voice of reason to swallow away his worries, and Cuphead nodded wrapped his arms around both Mugman’s and Y/n’s shoulders. “See? Positive thoughts, everything will sail just smoothly, we’ll take her back to the others, let her work the magic and boom, we’ll all get our happy ending.” Cuphead says. He seemed so…’so—so’ about certain situations as his brother seemed vigilant to certain things, two major differences in the brothers.
Mugman slowly sighs before shrugging, letting the worries seep away. “If you say so—“
“Hey! You surfers! Down here!” Shouts a voice. Mugman looks at Y/n who had also heard the voice as she slowly furrows her eyebrows at the sudden voice—looking around she doesn't spot anyone that might seem to be talking to them and Cuphead looks around as well.
“The hell was that?” Cuphead asks before releasing the two. Mugman slowly shrugs. “I-I dunno. That’s weird.” He says.
“Look down!” The voice shouts. The three heard the voice nice and clear that time, immediately moving their gaze in front of them and down to the ground, there was a small toon rat—standing on its hind legs, a leather strap wrapped around its torso with—what seemed to be an archery bow wrapped around him as well. The rat stood firm and stiff as if some sergeant. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before glancing around her to see if the small guy was speaking to anyone else, which the rat noticed.
“I’m talking to you three!” He shouts and Cuphead shoulders jolted and huff came from him—a short chuckle before he looks at Y/n. “Ya’ know this guy?” He asks and Y/n looks at Cuphead and Mugman. “Uh, no, do you two?” She asks and Mugman shakes his head—no—he can’t recall speaking to someone so small.
“Nope.” Cuphead chuckled before looking back at the rat.
“What’s up little guy, need a ride or somethin?” Cuphead squats down to see the rat up close. “Cups, don’t get too close.” Mugman quickly warned his brother.
The rat had quickly taken a dagger from his pocket—which looked to be a sharp stone or rock -- and jabbed it onto the tip of Cuphead's nose. “Ow!” He shouts in pain before quickly standing up and standing right back between Mugman and Y/n. Y/n placed a hand on Cuphead’s arm as he held onto his bow sore nose, Cuphead ripped his nose with the sleeve of his arm and sniffed, he turned his gaze back onto the ray and glared at him.
“What was that for?!” He hissed.
“You three have a warrant out for your arrest from our leader, Argus! Surrender now, or we will have to take lethal action.” A warrant for their arrest? What?
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips. “What? You can’t do that, we don’t even know you! Besides, we aren't even residents of this town.” She says the soldier rat looks at her and glares.
“Are you all resisting arrest?” He said and Cuphead grumbled. “Clearly—“ He says before placing a hand in front of Y/n to back her away, he motions his fingers in a gun like position and pointed his index finger down at the rat, the familiar blue beam of light charging up but the rat didn’t even flinch nor run off, before Y/n could think, a toothpick sized arrow swishes past her and hit Cuphead in the back of his hand, Cuphead quickly moves his hand and hisses in pain, he looks at his hand and removes the arrow.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me…”
Y/n felt a sharp pain in her leg as Mugman had gotten shot in the arm, and almost immediately the three fell to the ground, everything blacked out.
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All Y/n felt was the cold ground beneath her. The sound of echoing droplets of water and the ambience of still air, and occasionally squeaking echoing somewhere from in the mysterious place.
Y/n’s leg muscle twitches—the leg that she had unfortunately gotten shot in. Her eyes fluttered open, a blur of dark colors and the pungent smell of mold and mildew hit her nose. Her eyebrows furrowed and she groaned, her hands planting on the ground before heaving herself up, the ground was cold and slick—almost as if it were a broken concrete, it wasn’t until she finally adjusted her eyes to her surroundings. Bars. A cell. She was in a cell. Infront of her was another cell with it empty.
Y/n quickly stood up, stumbling on her feet, her small frantic breaths echoed and her foot hit something hard, a groan escaped from whatever she hit.
“Oh…my head..” she looks down to see Mugman finally waking up, Cuphead laid next to him, who was also waking up as well.
“Guys—“ she quickly bends down and takes Mugman's hand to sit him up, which he did. His hand then rubbed at his head as he looked away, Cuphead already sat up himself with an irritated expression.
“Where are we? How did we get here? What are we doing in a jail cell, oh I’m too young to be in the slammer!” Mugman immediately starts to panic and Y/n starts to wave her hands in front of him.
“No, no, don’t worry Mugman. We’re fine, At Least we’re alive—“
He immediately looked at her when she said that. “You mean we’re going to die?!” He cried out…maybe it would be best to not say that again…
Cuphead stood up and walked over to the cell and planted his hands on it. “Jeez—it’s one thing after another.” He groans and gently slams his head into the bars, a clink echoing in the area. Mugman stood up but he glued himself to Y/n’s side.
The two walked over and grabbed the cell bars as well.
“Did that rat bring us here? That’s one strong guy.” Y/n says and Cuphead grunts. “I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more.” He says which would make sense.
Soon the sound of feet pattering on the ground echoed, the three turned their gaze to the direction the sound was coming from and watched as a few rat toons wandered down to their cell..so there were more.
One of the rats turned to the cell and gazed up at the three, and even though Y/n, Cuphead and Mugman were giants to them, that didn’t seem to bother them.
“Let us outta here you little rodents! Whatever you’re looking for, we don’t have anything you need! You got the wrong people!” Cuphead shakes the cell bars, the iron clanking as he did so. The rat slowly shook his head at the notion.
“I’m afraid you do.” The rat chuckles—it didn’t take until now to realize that that was the same exact guy that captured them..wow..great looking Y/n..props for paying attention.
“Come on Jura, Argus will be coming soon and I don’t wanna hear her nag my ear off.” One of the other rat soldiers points out, Jura immediately stops laughing and rolls his eyes.
“Poe, shut it, I need complete silence when executing my diabolical plan.” Jura grins mischievously. Cuphead had rested his elbow on the bar and had his head resting on his hand as he gazed down at the rats.
“Evil plan huh? Well you sure are one evil genius.” Cuphead says nonchalantly and Mugman glares at his brother. “Don’t taunt him.” he immediately hissed.
“You should listen to your brother, Cupboy.” Jura advised.
“It’s Cuphead.” Cuphead growls under his breath.
Jura shrugs and huffs. “Could care less.” He muttered.
Y/n could care less about the back and forth—she needed to know what they were doing in a cell for—and after worrying about a warrant for their arrest—she would assume she would be in a police jail cell—which —not to mention, looks nothing like a Police precinct cell.
“What are we doing here?” bossed Y/n. Her voice was stern as she glared daggers down at Jura who looked up at her with a glint in his eyes she couldn’t exactly recognize.
“The book, where is it?” Jura asks. And the three immediately went silent..what? Why the hell did they want the book? Who were they? And dear god more people were after it?!
Y/n felt her eyes slowly roll in frustration as she sighed through her nose. “And what exactly makes you think I’ll tell you anything about it? And even give it to you?”
Jura fiddled with his nails as Y/n spoke as if what she said wasn’t interesting. “Oh, trust, it was already easy enough to get you all down here.” He says.
“I don’t have it.” She answered. Jura’s ears perked up as he looked at her and squinted his eyes.
Poe stomps his foot on the ground. “Dammit, I was positive it was these three, Argus will have our head if she finds out!” Poe panics and Jura hums.
“Then w-“
“Argus said bring out the prisoners!” Someone echoes down the hall, Jura and Poe look down that direction and Jura looks over to the other rat guards and motions his hand towards the cell.
“Restrain them and bring them out.” He says before Poe and Jura turns and leaves the area, Mugman, Cuphead and Y/n all shared looks as they moved away from the cell when it opened, immediately Y/n felt a tug at her arms, she looks down to see a thick nylon rope had been tied onto her wrist, binding it together. Her first thought was to tug her hand to escape but she saw one of the other two rats lift their bow and arrows up to her—aiming and ready to shoot just in case—she would have laughed at that considering the arrows didn’t hold much damage—until she remembered that the arrow was clearly laced with something to make her pass out—and she didn’t want that to happen again. And clearly Mugman and Cuphead had the exact same thought.
The three were tugged out of the cell and into the walkway, despite the rats small nature, they did have some strength to tug her with a bit of force. Now walking beside Cuphead and Mugman the three looked at each other as they obliged to walk.
“This is crazy, I’ve never been in a situation like this before.” Y/n whispered to the two and Mugman quickly nodded. “‘Me either..but for the most part, they know about the book too..” he brings up.
“I’m just thinkin’ how far they’ll fly if I kick the hell outta them.” Cuphead muttered to the two and Y/n and Mugman only gave him a deadpan expression, he only shrugs his shoulders. “Just sayin.“
“We gotta get out of here.” Y/n said and Mugman agreed. “Well yes, but here’s the thing…how?”
“I bet there’s a rat civilization—with little rat people and their little rat homes and little rat markets with little rat families.” Cuphead abruptly says as he looks down at one of the rays who still held the arrow up at him, daring for him to make a move.
Mugman gives his brother a look. “Cuphead, there’s no such thing as a rat village.” Mugman hissed—but immediately when he said that, the wooden doors in front of them had been pushed up, and behold—was a large open sewer area—with buildings made of old boxes and metal and other tossed away trash that was recycled to make a town—the buildings reached above Y/n and the others, and there was…an actual civilization! Small wooden carts with scrapped bread and markets and stores and schools and homes! The light was dim but it seemed that used flashlights were their source of light. The town was big enough for the three to walk through it; some rats had spotted them and gasped softly, murmuring to each other a sea of hushed voices whispering.
Y/n and Mugman had their mouths agape as they gazed upon the creation of a town! A literal town!
“Look—it’s a surfer..” whispered a child mice that hid behind his mother, the mother gasps and covered her child’s eyes away from the dangers of the three—known as ‘Surfers’
Whatever they meant.
“They really do exist..” another voice whispered
“Look at how big they are—“
“The stories are real…”
“Killers..”
“That one is a human surfer, they hate toons..”
“How many of them are there?”
The voices circled around the three as they stood next to each other. Y/n could see how some of the civilians seemed afraid—but what for? She was more afraid of them than they were to her!
“Where…are we..” Y/n asks and Cuphead slowly shakes his head. Hell, of course he called it but he..didn’t expect to be right. “I have no clue..”
Jura raised his hands with a smile. “My people! I bring you, the surfers!” He announced and the civilians gasped and the sea of voices grew louder as they all gossiped.
“Vile creatures from the surface, that grab you with their bare hands and rip you to shreds! And they have what is ours to bring our community back our queen!” He says. Cuphead slowly furrowed his eyebrows.
“Hey! Uh—“ he shouts, getting the attention of everyone. The civilians stopped talking in fear once hearing Cuphead. Jura turned and looked at Cuphead.
“Yeah, I dunno what you all are talkin’ about, but who ever you’re looking for, You got the wrong people. We’re just regular people like you a-ow!” He hops on one foot when one of the soldier rats poked him with the sharp weapon. Cuphead quickly stomps his foot down onto the ground in an attempt to stomp at the rat—but it quickly scurried away before his foot could land on it. That gesture frightened the civilians and they all gasped and shouted.
“They really are monsters!”
“The horror!”
Y/n looked away from the crowd and grabbed Cuphead by his shirt and he quickly looked at her. “Stop it you moron, they’re already on edge about us.” She harshly whispered to him. Cuphead quickly shrugs as much as he could, seeing Y/n had a tight grip on him and his wrist were tied.
“Look—it’s not my fault they’re flighty.” He seethed. Y/n huffs before letting him go. Jura only motioned up at the three.
“And this is why they are our enemies! Harsh, bloodthirsty creatures!” Whatever he was saying, it was all lies.
“Hey! We-we’re not like that guys.” Mugman laughed through his teeth nervously as he looked at the civilians who only seemed to fear him.
“And I’m going to assume there’s no bad news, Jura!” A voice shouts. Cuphead, Mugman, and Y/n look up to see a slim rat—wearing a long dark cape and a golden staff—that Y/n was sure was used as some sort of tool beforehand. She walked down the lane of the village up to the thre, the civilians moving from her path, she had sass and moxie.
She gazed up at the three before eyeing Jura.
“Where is it?” She says slowly. That was Agrus.
“Well..you see…” Jura starts and Y/n immediately knew they were referring to the book, what did they need it for? Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as she gazed down at Jura and Argus.
“They don’t have it.” He took some time to say it almost as if he were afraid to do so. The civilians had fallen into a deep silent coma, it seemed disappointing Argus was something of a great fear.
“I think I need to remind everyone around here who runs this place!” Argus's boisterous voice shouts out, minus the fact she was just a mere rat, her voice spoke volumes and shook fear into the civilians as they backed away.
Cuphead clearly knew what was up next as he sighed and hung his head low with a groan. “God please no..” he says. And Y/n could feel the build up as well as Argus then points her staff towards some of the civilians who backed away in fear.
“Noooow! When I wake up in the afternoon, which it pleases me to do! Don’t nobody bring me no bad news! ‘Cause I wake up already negative, and I’ve wired up my fuse, so don’t nobody bring me no bad news!” She sings before her gaze at Jura.
“If we’re gonna be buddies, better bone up on the rules, ‘cause don’t nobody bring me no bad news—“ she quickly looks at another civilian who smiled nervously under her gaze.
“You can be my best of friends! As opposed to payin’ dues! But don’t no body bring me! No. Bad. News!” The civilians scattered away to their prospective places and started to work—sawing, stocking and other things.
“No bad news!” Argus sings
“No bad news!” The civilians sang after her.
“No bad news!” Argus sings again as she pushed a civilian to the side as she walked close to the three.
“No bad news!” The civilians sang.
“And don’t you ever bring me no bad news! ‘Cause I’ll make you an offer, child that you cannot refuse, so don’t nobody bring me. No. Bad. News!” Argus gazes at the three before she motioned the guards down the town which they led the three down as Argus continued singing.
“When you’re talking to me? Don’t be cryin’ blues! ‘Cause don’t nobody bring me no bad news! You can verbalize and vocalize, but just bring me the clues, but don’t nobody bring me. No. Bad. News!” Argus shouts as she prances around, Cuphead, Y/n’s and Mugman’s walking feet as the civilians sing along in the background, Y/n’s eyes couldn’t keep in one place as she stared between Argus and the civilians and wherever the guards were taking them.
“Bring some message in your head, or in something you can’t lose! But don’t you ever, ever bring me no bad news! If you’re gonna bring me something, bring me something I can use, but don’t you bring me, no bad news!”
As she sang the guards stopped walking and Y/n watched as some civilians scampered around—grabbing ropes, needles, weapons and wrapping around their feet. She tried focusing on the signing; she was so focused on the fact that they were literally wrapping them up. She couldn't move as her hands were confined together and she heard Cuphead shouting at the rats as Mugman was tied to Y/n and the same for Cuphead.
“Hey! Let go!” Cuphead shouts as he kicks at the rats but misses every time. The three fell to the ground and Y/n yelped slightly as the three were tied together.
The three shuffled and moved but the ropes were way too tightly to even move properly, one thing for sure those rats were strong. Y/n watched as the rats hopped over their legs to tie the nylon rope around them, only further tightening it that Y/n was starting to think they were going to tie them to death.
The civilians quickly scurried away as Argus had been signing; she scurried to the three with a grin.
“Don’t you ever bring me, bring me, bring me, noooo bad neeewwws!”
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Alice stared at the empty bed, her eyebrows stitched together..where..was Y/n? She slowly blinked before walking over to the bed and lifting the covers. There was nothing under there, the bookbag was tilted over on the floor—which Alice immediately noticed. She walked over to the Y/n’s bookbag and picked it up, she remembered how the girl kept the book in the bag at all times and lo and behold. The book wasn’t present.
No Y/n. No book.
“Oh..this is bad..” Alice whispered to herself.
“What’s bad?” Bendy’s voice asks from behind her. She turned around and her gaze landed on Bendy, who had slowly walked into the room, his eyes falling onto the bookbag before raising an eyebrow. “Where’s Y/n?” He asks.
Alice sighs before giving him a look. “She wasn’t with you?” She quickly asks and Bendy squints his eyes and shakes his head. “Not that I remembered, I was with Donald the entire morning.”
Alice placed the bookbag on the bed and placed her hands on her hips. “Well, she wasn’t with me and I can’t find her, I've been looking for her for the past 10 minutes.” She scoffs and Bendy only chuckles. “Don’t worry too much. She wanders off sometimes to get some alone time? You know how humans get, especially when they’re away from home for so long.” He pushed the matter away as if brushing dust from his shoulders.
“Besides, the gal’s been stressing with everythin’s that been going on, m’sure she’ll turn up later on today.” Bendy’s words did bring Alice down from her small stupor, she sighs softly and rubbed her forehead. “I mean, if you say so.”
Right when Alice finished her sentence a small thud emits from under the bed. The two looked at eachother and Bendy soon smiled and chuckled before his head motioned towards the bed that made the noise.
“That’s probably her.” He muttered to Alice. Which..Alice could only hope it was Y/n under the bed. Bendy lifts a foot up slightly, lifting the draping sheet up near the bed.
“C’mon kid. Jokes time over, we got work to do today.” Bendy chuckled. But he was met with silence. He was about to speak again until the book slid from under the bed as if someone pushed it. Alice and Bendy watched as the book slid between the two and opened. The pages flip and Bendy furrowed his eyebrows in seriousness, once the book stopped its flipping he could see the page were the names of the people who had already been found was imprinted on the book, his name, Panchito’s, Oswald, Donald and Y/n—but her name glowed ever so slightly in a yellow golden soft light.
“What does that mean?” Alice asks Bendy and Bendy slowly opens his mouth and moves to pick up the book. “I have no idea, but are you sure that isn’t around here?” Bendy looks at Alice and she nods.
“I know she really won’t walk around this place and I hadn’t seen her when I woke up either, I just assumed she was off in the bathroom or something or with one of the boys.” Her voice edged slightly in worry.
“Come on, let’s go to Felix.” Bendy quickly turns around and walks out of the room, Alice followed behind him, no one had really left their rooms yet, mostly because there wasn’t much to do around the chapel other than the rehearsal that Alice scheduled for later on in the day. And pretty much it was a very relaxing time to just sit back and let loose.
When Bendy entered the room with the book opened. He spotted Boris and Edgar making paper airplanes, Charley and Barley hadn’t been doing much but sitting on the couch talking? And Felix, Oswald, Donald and Panchito were sitting at the counter talking with each other, Bendy walks over to the four and looks at them.
“Have you guys seen Y/n by any chance?” He asks.
“Uh..no? I thought she was with you.” Oswald says and Panchito agrees with Oswald—he hasn’t seen her as well.
“No, sorry.” Donald answered and Felix could see Bendy’s change in demeanor. “What’s wrong?” He asks him and Bendy places the book onto the table.
��Well, I mean, no one saw her and usually she would be around us, and the book did some weird thing and her name is glowing.” He explained as Oswald, Felix, Dondald and Panchito looked down to see the name glowing in the book, Alice had slowly walked over.
“I think she may be in danger.” She went ahead and called out and Felix moved to touch the book, but before he could land a claw on it slammed shut in a way for a defense mechanism. Felix had moved his hand away quickly and looked at Bendy, but the demon had his gaze on the floor, as well as Panchito, Oswald and Donald, the golden trail leading out of the door.
“Oh god she is.” Bendy quickly states which caused Felix’s ears to perk up.
“Well then what are we waiting for? Come on!” Donald removed himself from the seat as everyone hopped up as well.
They had to find Y/n.
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Y/n, Cuphead, Mugman we’re tied together and all they could do was silently and grumpily watch the civilians move to continue their work—as Jura and Argus left to go and discuss ‘more important matters’ as she claimed..
“Can’t believe we’ve been napped by a couple of rats…” Cuphead muttered. Y/n grumbled and shoved him with her shoulder, Cuphead grunted before turning his head to look at her. His straw gently hitting the top of her head with how close they were to each other.
“Can you stop tryna hit them for one minute, Jesus Christ, Cuphead.” She hissed at him. Cuphead sighs before looking away from her. Everytime a civilian would wander pass, Cuphead would try to kick his foot to hit them and that only fed into the narrative that they were monsters to them.
“Now you see what I have to deal with.” Mugman sighs and his head lowered. “We’re going to die in here!” He cried out dramatically. Which Y/n thought he was overreacting but he started to actually cry. Tears fell down his face as he threw his head back, and then landed his face on her shoulder, his large tears soaking her shirt.
“Oooh, Mugman don’t cry, we’ll be fine.” Y/n quickly comforts Mugman as she gently rests her cheek on the rim of his head. Cuphead gazed at the two from the corner of his eyes and he rolled his eyes.
“You two are big babies.” He says nonchalantly and that earned him another shove to the arm and he grunts. “Okay! Okay..jeez..you sure do pack an arm.”
“Um..excuse me.” A voice calls out.
The three turned their gaze down to meet another rat..great..what now?
He wore a white dingy lab coat and had round glasses, he adjusted his glasses and smiled at the three.
“Oh great, another one.” Cuphead grumbled.
“My name is Puck—and uh. I think you guys would be better off with me.” He seemed to talk as if he were speaking from a script? His eyes quickly glanced over at the soldier who was standing a few feet away, clearly keeping an eye on the three as Jura and Argus were away.
Y/n’s legs felt like pins and needles and her muscles were starting to stiff up—not entirely a good position to sit as she was practically squished between Cuphead and Mugman. The guard turned to Puck and Puck smiled. “I’ll take these three to run some test.” He says and the guard nods. “Of course sir.” He says.
Puck motioned towards another guard to the three. “Untie them.” He says. As the guards wandered over and pulled out the sharp metal of a sword and started to cut away at the ropes—some crawling the rope like a latter to to cut away, Y/n could not think—test? What test?
And clearly Mugman thought the exact same thing as well as he nervously looked down at Puck. “Uh-uhaha—test? What test?” He asks leaning down slightly towards Puck once the ropes around him had been cut away and loosened, Y/n felt the blood slowly rush back to her arms that she hadn’t noticed was cutting circulation away. But the restraints around their wrist were still there.
Puck only winked silently at Mugman—quite..obviously actually but the guards didn’t seem to catch wind of that.
“Follow me!” Puck shouts before turning the opposite direction and walking off. Y/n immediately stood up—Cuphead and Mugman following after her—it only took her a couple of strides to make it over to Puck. “And—what exactly are we here for? Where are we going?” She asks him—she felt awkward just..speaking to a rat..but that didn’t matter at the time—clearly her life was at stake and she really didn't want to go out by dying in a sewer line.
“I'll tell you when we get to my base.” He tells the three, his small feet patting the ground as he quickly scurried on all fours towards a hallway to wherever he was taking them. The three following close behind.
Mugman curiously looked around the town—some civilians only looked away in fear and continued on with their day—the place was so dull and gloomy—then again—it was a small town filled with rats, Y/n didn’t know what to expect.
“I say we just book it.” Cuphead says and Mugman slowly looks away from the small town and to Cuphead. “I dunno Cuphead..something fishy is going on around here.” Mugman seemed to sense something was off and Y/n glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” She asks.
“I mean this town just looks so—so—“
“Stupid.” Cuphead blatantly cuts in and Mugman quickly shakes his head. “No! They look so miserable.” Mugman’s bottom lip quivered almost as if he were going to cry about the small town.
“Well..yeah I noticed that too.” Y/n admits. She did see how off the civilians acted when Argus came around—it was clear Argus ran pretty much everything and maybe perhaps abused her power..
“That’s because you’re right.” The three looked down at Puck who was standing in a doorway—which was a bit too small that she was sure they would have to crouch slightly to get in.
“Come in, hurry.” Puck says before scurrying into the room. The three look at each other before Y/n walks over to the small corridor—rags as curtains enter her vision as she ducked down slightly and entered the room.
Which was tad but difficult considering her wrist were still bonded together. But once entering the room she slowly opened her mouth in awe.
A blue lamp filled the room in a warm nice blue glow—there were small sized trinkets and lab beakers and other lab instruments. A desk filled with papers and other stuff—the room was small but it was enough to fit the three even if the ceiling brushed the top of their heads making them bend down slightly. There was a computer screen on the wall in front of them that was turned off and a small bed off in the corner of the room. Puck excitedly scurried over to the table and moved papers out of the way.
“Whoa..” Cuphead says in awe—his binded hands lifting up to gently tap the plastic star near his head that was taped to the ceiling as decoration.
“You’re a scientist?” Mugman asks and Puck looks up at the three and smiles. “Yeah! First in command.” He said proudly and Y/n had to admit it was adorable to see him beam up at them, Puck goes back to searching through the sea of papers before finding a razor blade, he walks over to the three and lifts it up. “Here—let me give you guys a hand.” He says. Mugman reached his arms down to Puck’s height, and Puck cut away at the rope and freed his hands. Mugman rubbed his wrist and smiled at Puck.
“Thank you.” Mugman says and Puck hums happily In response before moving over to Cuphead and cutting his rope away—as he did so Y/n’s eyes landed on a piece of paper—it was a photo of the book in a display case—more than likely before it was snagged.
“You know about the book?” Y/n looks down at Puck and watches as he cuts the rope away, once the rope slips from Y/n’s wrist and onto the ground Puck nods quickly.
“Yes!” He says. Y/n gently rubbed at her wrist and immediately knew she needed answers.
“What? Really?” She frantically asks.
“My great grandfather was your ancestors' researcher and all eyes.” Puck hops from one foot to the other with excitement and Cuphead tilts his head.
“All Eyes?” He repeats and Puck nods.
“Yeah, basically just keeping an eye out for stuff. Not much of a serious job, but it’s still something.” Puck seemed overjoyed about that but hey, Y/n didn’t want to raid on his excitement, she was more so focused on the thousand of questions that she was about to ask Puck.
“Wait. So, you know about the book, which clearly means you know about us—how did you know we have it?” She asks.
“Oh that’s easy, I saw how you all were running around yesterday, this town doesn't get too much action so seeing you run around crazy after the book was a major factor.” Well..she would give him that. She did run past many people yesterday trying to secure the book so there was no doubt some people saw her doing that—which did bring up the fact that they had to be extra careful next time—if Puck saw that—lord knows how many other people saw her with the book that was literally trending on the news.
“Wait a second. Then if you’re apparently the good guy, how come those other rats want the book?” Mugman asks suspiciously, placing his hands on his hips and Puck sighs softly. “That’s the hard part. Argus wants to use the book and use it as some totem to bring back the queen for our town.”
“I don’t know much about the book, but I’m pretty sure resurrection isn’t a thing in it.” Y/n deadpans.
“It isn’t. She made it up to make herself look good in the eyes of the town, to put her as the new leader, she wants to use it for its power.” Now that speaks a lot. The three went silent as they stared down at Puck. Puck walks over to the cluttered table and picks up a photo, he walks back over to the three and turns it to them.
The photo seemed old—the colors in black and white, a man with a pencil mustache—wearing a light button up and suspenders with slicked dark hair. He wore a paperboy hat and he seemed to be in his mid 30s. He had his elbow on a table and was leaning on it. A stack of books was stacked up to reach his shoulders and there stood a rat with a bushy mustache, wearing a lab coat as well.
“This is your great grandfather.” Puck hands Y/n the photo and she gently took it in her hands. Staring down at the photo in awe. She had..never seen this man before…never..
Her thumb gently brushed over the photo and she felt Cuphead and Mugman hover over her shoulders as they both also looked down at the photo. She turned the photo around to see a small note.
Hector my friend, as you venture off to contain the demons of the world and its mystery, I want you to take this photo—of the last time we will see each other.
You are a great friend, and an amazing hero.
The note was vague—but Y/n could only assume the man's name was Hector. She turned the photo back around and felt like she was looking dead into the past.
“Geez, he sorta looks like Cab Calloway.” Cuphead mentions.
“His name was Hector Vendolez L/n.” Puck says.
“Do you know him?” Mugman asks Y/n and she slowly shakes her head. “I have never seen this man before, nor heard of him.” She answers as she hands the photo back to him but Puck shakes his head.
“You keep it. That is a part of you.”
Y/n looks back down at the photo, she just couldn’t seem to stop looking at the man. This was her grandfather—her great grandfather. A man who was in the same exact situation she’s in. An adventurer…he was an adventurer!
“That book you all have—from my fathers past research, that book holds a great power, and only the hero’s can access it.” Puck starts as he walks back over to the stack of papers and looks through them once more. Y/n stared at the photo before looking at Puck.
“So, your grandfather got some notes about the book, through my grandfather?” Y/n asks and Puck fixes his glasses and nods. “Yes!”
“That book originated on an island called Ruby Falls.” Puck turned to the three with a map—which was the only human sized object in the room, he pulled it from the table with a tug and it landed on the floor, pushing it slightly the map slowly uncurled—a coffee colored map was present showing the countries and what not—it seemed pretty much like a regular map a school teacher would have in their room.
“I’m glad you all came, because I have everything you need.” Puck claps his hands excitedly. The map had a circle marked on it from what was a marker Y/n assumed with an arrow pointing at..nothing but the ocean..
‘Ruby Falls’
“Ruby Falls?” Mugman says and Puck nods, who had managed to scamper back over to the table to fiddle with a few things and a—he somehow managed to pull a decent sized box out besides the table.
“Yes! Ruby Falls is an island—and on that island is this—area—a cave maybe? Who knows—from my grandfather's notes and journal it said that it’s an island down on the Atlantic Ocean—No population, that island will unlock the book and all of its—I guess you can say power—I dunno, his notes were hard to interpret. He made it seem like it was some second world thing—I wouldn’t ever know though so it’s really up to you guys.” Puck spoke quickly but Y/n made sure to hear every word he said.
“Well it looks like we’re lookin’ at the ocean to me.” Cuphead points out. There was no island on the map, the circle was just in the middle of the ocean—that said nothing.
“That’s because it won’t be on any maps. I can’t exactly tell you how they found it, it wasn’t mentioned in my grandfather's notes. But one thing is if they were able to find it, hey, you all can too!” Puck’s tail wagged and Y/n reached down slightly and picked up the map. Her eyes looking over the pictures of the countries, the rough paper rubbed against the palm of her fingers, clearly that paper was old, lord knows how old.
“But, there’s this stone—called Ruby’s Heart. And..that’s pretty much when everything ended for them..” Puck lifts up another photo—yet again in lack and white, a small circular stone with an emblem on the front—which actually sorta made the stone look like a button, it was laying on a table when it was taken.
“You need this in order to access wherever the book takes you when you get there. It acts as a key to a door—from what I read. With that key, there'll be an altar inside. But the thing is..” he slightly lowered the photo and sighed.
“The key was taken years ago—when Hector and his team died, the key was broken into pieces and taken to different parts where I can’t say, because I don’t even know. But he had a speculation that with you all—you can still find it and put it together.” Puck had smiled nervously as if the information would have made them upset—which it slightly did—but at this point Y/n was getting used to disappointment.
“So Hector was the only human in his group like me?” Y/n asks and Puck’s smile comes back and he nods. “Yep!” He answered.
“And boy will I tell ya, they were such a fierce group. My grandfather made it seem like they were the best in the world.” Puck sighs softly before his ears flattened and tail slowly lowered to the ground.
“But..it’s uh..unfortunate that they didn’t get to see the hero’s they got now.”
Mugman’s eye twitched at this slightly as he held a strained smile. “So..they…they died? Like..they were killed? That type of dead?” He edged—it was evident that didn’t put him at ease, if their ancestors couldn’t even make it—what makes them think they can do it?!
“Oh please Mugsy, we’ll be fine, they left this adventure in the right hands.” Cuphead boasted and placed his hands on his hips. Y/n’s head felt like it was spinning, there was so much to do!
“So..we find Ruby Falls—and we’ll get some sort of answer as to what’s going on?” Y/n asks but Puck nods and then slightly points his finger at her.
“Yes, but you all would have to do what first?” He asks as if testing her. “Find the pieces to Ruby’s Heart in order to access the island.” She answered and Puck nods.
“Yes, and despite all the work you guys will have to do, there’s one thing that’ll help you all.” Puck walks over to the box and gently pulls at the front of it.
“Hector was originally an engineer, he built all sorts of things! And he made this for you, human!” Pulling the box open and the front falling onto the floor with a soft thud—Puck didn’t get to speak before something quickly dashed out of the box, the sound of metal clinking together, Cuphead, Y/n and Mugman backs away quickly sharing a yelp as the thing finally stopped moving, and..it was a puppy!
The puppy turned around and looked directly at Y/n. He was clearly made of colored white metal, with dark spots, and a dark spot on its left eye. It’s tail wagged excitedly before pouncing on Y/n’s leg.
“Arf!” Y/n gasps and quickly shoves the map into Cuphead’s chest for him to hold. “Oof!” Cuphead fell to the ground at the unwanted shove and Y/n quickly bent down to let the pup.
“Aww you’re so cute!” She shouts. She felt the pup place it’s paws on her shoulders and lick at her face—-she was utterly surprised to feel a wet tongue lick at her face, the tail wagging in pure excitement, it’s head rubbed under Y/n’s chin and Y/n’s hand gently rubbed against a cold metal, she looked down to see a name tag on its collar, gently taking the name tag to get a better look, she saw the name embedded in the metal.
‘Spunk’
“Spunk.” Y/n read and turned to tag around and immediately furrowed her eyebrows. “Therapy dog?” She grimaced before looking at Puck for an answer and he tilted his head slightly. “I..don’t know why that’s there.” He says quickly.
Spunk lets out another robotic bark to catch Y/n’s attention, which it did, when she looked back down she saw him in his back for a rub, which she rubbed the pups belly and he gently stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes in joy.
“How come I don’t get a dog?!” Cuphead quickly glares at Puck, Mugman only looks away from Spunk and his eyes look at the ceiling as if saying. ‘Dear god why’ before looking back at Puck.
“Ignore him.” He says.
“Hector is an odd guy, I dunno why he made it. But it said in the notes he wanted to give his future grandchild something to help them with their journey and ease them from being overwhelmed.” Puck answered and that was really all he had information on regarding the gift.
Y/n huffs as she finally stopped rubbing the pup and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t get..overwhelmed..” she muttered under her breath.
“Sure ya’ don’t doll.” Cuphead says and she looks at him to see him looking down at her with a hand on his hip with a sly smile. Y/n only rolled her eyes and stood back up while Spunk quickly stood up and sat close to her foot, proud and tall as if he were guarding her.
“Personally I would think making an adult sized dog would have been better.” Puck points out the size of Spunk—he was just so small—either Hector only thought about Y/n being a kid at the time or just genuinely felt like a puppy would have been better—who knows, only he knew the true reason why.
“But there is one thing that I feel might actually be useful for you all…one of the pieces of Ruby’s Heart, is here. And Argus has it. She uses it as some sort of deity to the town—saying it would tell them to bring the ‘Surfers’ to us so we can sacrifice them to make her queen.” He spoke about Argus in disdain and disgust, his ears flattening as he grimaced. The three fell in silence as they looked at eachother…sacrificed?
“Uh..sacrifice?” Y/n asks and Puck nods. “Yeah..doesn't sound too good.”
“You kiddin?! That’s horrible!” Mugman cried out in fear.
“But don’t worry! I’m going to get you guys out with that stone piece and you guys can be on your way.” Puck rushes over to the table and looks through his notes for the 100th time it seemed.
“Great, so we can’t leave this stupid place without that piece.” Cuphead deadpans before turning his head to look at Y/n. “Yeah..” she replied before looking at Puck.
“I take it you’re the one that sent them out to get us?” It would make sense, he saw they had the book—knew who they were—hereditary wise—and knew that the only thing that would help them advance later on was located in the town he resided in—but really, Y/n didn’t feel betrayed nor upset for the matter. In fact, quite grateful, without any of that happening, who knows how long it would have taken for them to find out they needed a key to get to some mysterious island.
Puck nods bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “Yeah..sorry about that..had to use my label for granted for this one.” He apologized.
Cuphead had folded up the map and placed it in his pocket and Y/n still had a grip on the photo which she then placed into her pocket as well.
“Alright, well where is it? We can just kick our way through, snatch the piece and bust outta here.” Cuphead announced before nudging Y/n slightly as if she would agree with his plan—which not gonna lie, she actually was thinking about doing it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Those arrows are laced with heavy chemicals that can shut the brain down in a matter of minutes, we don’t use them in ourselves—which is why they can take out someone as big as you guys so quickly.” Puck informed and Cuphead deflated, his straw went limp slightly.
“Good to know…” he muttered through his teeth.
“Why do they have the stone piece if Hector was close with your kind?” Mugman brings up. That would seem kinda backstabbing someone—in a sense.
“Oh he was very close to us, but the thing is, our last queen died..or..Argus killed her. For some reason she thinks we’re close—I..don’t know where that came from— but she told me her plan was to take out our old ruler and have her become the new ruler—where we’re from, you have to sacrifice something of great power to become the leader.” Puck’s ears slowly flattened and he deflated slightly in sadness.
“I shoulda told someone about her plans but I just stayed back and let it all happen..”
“Oh don’t worry!” Mugman frowned before getting on his knees and patting Puck’s back with his index finger, in the best attempt to comfort him, Spunk had spotted Mugman squat on the floor and the pup laid on his tummy—squatting as well as if they were sneaking and Mugman being the one to initiate it.
“So sacrificing someone gets you a big role around here?” Cuphead raises an eyebrow.
“It doesn't have to be a person, it has to be something big—not size matter—but something that the civilians and feel in their heart—something passionate—our last ruler burned flowers as essence, to show love—but—with her passing, the story on how she died was..well..” Puck looks up at the three once Mugman stood back up.
“The ‘sufers’— you guy—Had killed her, and Argus promised to bring the surfers down here to restore justice—and if she kills the thing that killed our ruler—“
“The civilians would look at her as a hero and deem her the new ruler to keep them safe.” Y/n finished and Puck nods.
“But that doesn't explain why she wants to book. Sure she can try ta’ kill us, but she knows about the book and has one of the pieces to that key.” Cuphead didn’t finish his sentence but only raised an eyebrow and looked at Puck.
“She wants to get power from it. I’m a way that even if it's—technically broken. The piece can still react to the book..the confusing part is while no one can access the book that’s not a part of it, anyone can still land their hand on that piece and—sorta in a way gain power from it.” Puck fixes his glasses slightly and Mugman things for a moment.
“That’s probably why it was broken.” Mugman comments. It would only make sense, a stone that could give you some sort of power or strength with anyone—entirely different from the book—but the catch was;
“You can only use it when the book is either near opened.” Y/n says quietly but they heard her. It had to be that—why else would Argus need the book—unless she wanted for the same reason the others were after it for. Well—Y/n didn’t know why they were after it—but still.
“Jeez Puck, thank you for this information—I never knew any of this stuff. Is there anything else we need to know?” She asks, Puck could only think for a moment before shaking his head. “That’s all he wrote—other than a few dated pages in his journal about Hector—not anything informative to help you all though.”
“So. What’s the plan to get that key and get outta here?” Cuphead asks and Puck’s tail wags.
“Well…they’ll tie you up again that’s for sure..Argus will bring out the piece—I don't know where she’ll have it. Best chance is to escape and take it.” He replied and Mugman slowly squinted his eyes and his shoulders raised slightly.
“And..how are we going to..do all that?”
Puck slowly deflated. “I’m only good at researching..not planning..I thought that was a ‘you guys’ thing!” He quickly said and Cuphead jolted his head. “Us?! That’s a her thing!” He points at Y/n who furrowed her eyebrows.
“What makes you guys think I can make a plan to take a stone from a rat while being sacrificed and not die??” She could barely even think straight when people were chasing her! There’s no way she can make a full fledged escape plan!
Cuphead lifts a hand. “I’ll make one.” He smiled.
“We first grab a chains—“
“Cuphead, shut up.” Y/n rolled her eyes.
“It’s a good plan!”
“There you guys are..”
Cuphead, Mugman, Y/n and Puck looked over in the corridor to see Argus and Jura. Mugman started to sweat as he flashed a nervously smile.
“Puck, great. You got them ready for the offer?” Argus walked in, her hands clasped together, the dark cape moving ever so slightly—following her moment. Puck quickly fixed his glasses and nodded quickly. “Yes.”
“Wonderful.” Argus says ever so softly before turning to the three with her hands behind her back—when Y/n moved her gaze down to her, she noticed Spunk was missing, but her focus was mainly now on Argus.
“3 surfers should be more than enough, hm Jura?” Argus asks as her eyes wandered over the three, Cuphead only rolled his eyes at her statement.
“Yeah.” Jura muttered—clearly not caring about the conversation at hand.
“What’s up with surfers? What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n had asked and Argus only looked her up and down and huffs. “It talks..” she sneered.
“I mean, you’re not so bright looking yourself.” Y/n shot back and Cuphead snorted before letting out an obnoxious laugh and nudging Y/n.
“Good one!” He laughs and Y/n lets out a snicker. Mugman gently rocked back and forth on the balls of his heels silently not saying anything in fear Argus might do something.
“Restrain them. And get them up to the dock—and gather the people. We start early..” Argus grins…well…that was..bad.
-
“If only you two…” Mugman muttered—the sound the creaking rope echoed, hanging upside down wrapped together with the nylon rope. How the contents in Mugman and Cuphead’s head didn’t spill and fall into the 60 foot abyss and into the large mass of murky green water below..was beyond Y/n.
“KEPT YOUR MOUTHS SHUT!” Mugman shouts, his voice echoing and bouncing off of the moldy, slimy walls of the sewers.
Y/n’s heart was beating quickly and she felt the blood rush to her head, now she was scared, she was afraid—80 feet away from them was a 12 foot deep body of water with lord knows what was in it. Holding them up was the thick nylon rope holding onto a cranked crane that could lower them into the water. Y/n’s mind was worried about multiple things at once. Would that rusty metal crane break and they’ll plummet to their death, or would the rope snap instead from the three bodies that were weighing it down.
Or would they fall into the water and immediately die on impact—or whatever in the water gets them?!
Or would they just hang until the blood rushes to their head?! She’s never been in a situation like this before!
“Hey! Y/n—doll—calm down—breathe!” Y/n’s clogged ears heard the voice of Cuphead and her vision finally came back to her, she felt Cuphead’s head gently nudge her own. Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would rip itself from her chest and flee. She hardly noticed she was breathing so fast.
“It’s okay, we’ll be fine guys.” Cuphead told the two—Mugman was clearly pissed..
“Cuphead, we’re dangling feet away from water that I’m positive has radiation, nothing is okay!” Mugman shook his legs angrily.
“We’re going to die.” Y/n sighs and closes her eyes. Damn it—right when she found out who Hector was and everything that Puck told them..even a little robot puppy too!
The loud laughs echoes—chattering and murmurs echoed in the area, looking over, they could see the town of rats slowly walking up the spiral stairs they circled around the body of water.
Argus’s laughs echoed as she wandered over to the ledge that had the rod that was holding onto the rope that held onto Cuphead, Mugman and Y/n. Jura and Poe and a few other guards stood behind her.
The three had moved their gaze over to see Argus—which the led was above their left—and immediately Y/n’s eyes landed on the white cracked stone—that looked like a porcelain plate being held up by a string wrapped around Argus’s neck, acting as a necklace of some sort. That was the key.
“She has the key.” Y/n muttered to Cuphead and Mugman, the two moving their gazes back to Argus.
“Nuts. How are we supposed to get it now?” Cuphead cursed.
“My people—what I bring to you—are the creatures from above! That has rightfully so taken our queen away from us!” Argus’s voiced shouts, her voice echoing and bouncing from the walls for everyone to hear. The people cheered at the announcement she made—acting as if a rightful judgment of justice was taking place.
“With this sacrifice, I bring to you a new generation of wealth and prosperity, I shall be your new leader!” Argus raised her hands in the sky as the cheering from the town grew louder.
“Behead them!”
“They deserve death from all they’ve done!”
“Never trust surfers!”
The voices of different cries reached the ears of the three and Mugman made an uneasy sound. “Oh god..I’m gonna be sick..” he shuddered.
“Deep below..for our sacrifice..we shall feed them to the great green beast!”
Immediately when she said that everyone cheered even louder. Big green beast? Hold on what?!
“WAIT!” Y/n shrieks—which the town simmered down their noises and some gasps at the sudden outburst. She felt Cuphead move his head to look at her.
“Are you guys blind or something?! There is no such thing as a surfer! We didn’t do anything, we’re regular, ordinary people like you all!”
Meanwhile a few meters away—a group of toons pushed a set of wooden doors open, Alice gazed around the empty town and her eyebrows furrowed. “Wow.” He said. Felix's ears immediately perked up at the sight. “Rat People.” He says.
Bendy held the book as he looked around the area as well and raised an eyebrow. “Rat People?” He repeats and Felix nods as he slowly walks into town—the streets were empty and very vacant almost like a ghost town.
“The actual name is Atika—transferred from the long lost language of Alu. Not important though.” Felix then turns around to look at everyone. “The important thing is, they’re a very smart tribe of Rats.”
“So they won’t be a problem then, right?” Oswald asks. Charley chuckled before kicking over a basket of apples which caused Edgar to punch his back and immediately stop him from destroying things any further.
“Well—I hadn’t ran into them and had a problem before, but, every part of the world is different, you gotta always keep that in mind, one moment you’ll run into a tribe of talking rats who would let you stay for a few days and give you food—and the next you’ll be scuffling into a fight to get away.” It seemed Felix had met with that last statement a lot more than he was willing to admit.
Panchito frowned and his tail feather gently lowered to the ground. “Aw..but where is Y/n?” He asks, the trail led them there and vanished the minute they opened the door—when they all saw the door they assumed that she would be behind there but behold there was an abandoned town—but no Y/n.
Alice sighed and rubbed her forehead. “This is my fault, I should have kept a close eye on her.” She says softly—her halo dimmed ever so lightly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked over to see Charley giving her a comforting pat in the back—she smiled softly at him and he then chuckled.
“Yeah you’re right it’s your fault.” He quickly says, cutting the sappy interaction off quickly. Alice deflated and rolled her eyes before shoving him away from her with one hand.
“Guys, focus.” Donald scolded the two and Boris looked over when he spotted Felix unzipping Y/n’s bookbag and taking out her jacket, he then held the jacket up to Boris’s nose.
“If it led us here—that means she has to be around here somewhere.” He tells everyone. Boris took in the scent of Y/n’s jacket before sniffing the humid air—after taking a few more sniffs his nose finally started to lead him to the area Y/n was—a trail of her and..
“Someone else was with her.” Boris informed as he walked the opposite direction towards a dark hallway.
“Who?” Donald asks and Boris slowly shrugs as he was more focused on tracking down where Y/n was—it seemed she was walking in one straight line.
“Can you smell over there?” Felix stops Boris from walking and points over to the other side of the hallway—completely off track where he was smelling, Boris only looked at Felix before walking over to the area and sniffing around—but there was no identical smell to Y/n.
“No.” He tells him and Felix points over to another area which Boris repeats and does the same thing and shakes his head.
“What are ya doin?” Barley asks—watching Felix point in different directions for Boris to sniff. Barley started to get the idea that the cat was playing a joke on Boris.
Felix looks at Barley and then to everyone else. “If Y/n wasn’t in any other parts in the town or this hallway—and only in one continuous direction, that means someone does have her.” He says and Alice gasps softly.
“Well—is she alive?!” She quickly asks—she was much more worried now that Felix mentioned the poor girl was basically kidnapped.
“I sure would hope so because I can’t even begin to imagine what to tell M/n—in fact I might not even go back home knowing her, she’ll kill me.” Bendy shivered at the thought of that. M/n never was bothered with much—but she sure as hell cared about her family and if that woman even remotely finds out about Y/n going missing? Oh boy..
“Come on! I can still smell her!” Boris said impatiently as he continued on down the hall.
“Whatever happens, just keep an eye out, and keep a good hold on that book, we don’t know who we’ll run into.” Felix says and everyone agrees as they follow Boris down the hall.
Back where Y/n, Cuphead and Mugman were, when Y/n finished her first statement, then town had gone silent and Y/n breathed slowly.
“Your leader Argus killed her!” She confessed. A few gasps and murmurs filled her ears—yeah..they heard that alright. Argus looks down at Y/n and her eyebrows furrowed together.
Argus lifts up her head to look at her people. “She’s telling lies, fibs!”
“She’s using you all!”
“You can’t listen to a creature with flesh!”
“She doesn't care about you! All she wants is power!”
“Pay attention to me!” Argus lifts her hands up in order.
“What a woman…” Y/n heard Cuphead purr and she looks over to him to see him looking at her with a boyish smile and glazed eyes. Y/n rolled her eyes softly at his statement—but the three yells once feeling them drop for a split second, her stomach dropped as if she were on a roller coaster and the fear set in, Y/n looked back up to see Argus holding the crank.
“I am your salvation!” Argus tells everyone—but instead they didn’t cheer as they only either watched the three or was busy overthinking Y/n’s words.
“You’ll kill us for no reason.” Y/n tells Argus—she tried to find a way to reason with her—she really did—but only so much could go through Argus’s brain, and she looked to have had her mind already made up.
Argus only stooped down low to the three. “I have a reason..” she bellowed to Y/n specifically, Y/n stared at Argus—but not with a glint of hate—but one with confusion..what? Y/n felt her eyebrows slowly furrow together.
“What…?” She whispered.
“Don’t listen to her, she’s only trying to get in your head.” Mugman tells Y/n.
Argus stands back up—this time with a newfound passion of anger and resentment.
“Because when you’re gone—that book will belong to me, your bloodline will be no more!” Argus shouts at Y/n, removing a sharp knife from behind her and holding it to the nylon rope that felt like a strand of hair ready to be snapped.
“You were just like your stupid grandfather, curious and hopeful. Well that ends here.”
Everything went silent for Y/n as Argus’s words met her ears.
“L/n.”
She cuts the rope and Y/n felt like everything went slow, she closed her eyes and clenched it closed, the rope that was wrapped around the three slowly fell off as they fell—inching closer and and closer to the murky water, Argus’s laugh echoed in Y/n’s ears the sound of cheering from the people and the shouts of herself and the cup brothers.
To be honest Y/n didn’t think she would die this way. Not by rats..well..then again who would think they would die by rats not unless you lived near a plague—but that was quickly erased when she felt her felt give out a rough pull, she gasps and opened her eyes—a few feet away from the water and she saw Cuphead and Mugman hanging upside down as well. Looking up all the way at the top of the staircase near an open door was Edgar!
“Eddie!” Y/n shouts as she extended her arms towards the spider who squeaked happiness and hops up and down—he held onto the spiderweb—with surprisingly good strength, she felt giddy and smiled up at him. Oh man was she glad to see him!
“Good—god! I thought I was a goner.” Cuphead gasps for air and Mugman lets out a sigh. Of relief his hands dropped to his side in exhaustion.
Edgar squeaks once more as if telling them if was going to pull them up. Which he did and they started to slowly yet safely be tugged up.
“Wasn’t there suppo—“
“Don’t!” Mugman shouts at Cuphead—quickly cutting him off from his question and Cuphead sucked his lips in as he glanced back at the water.
“Oh—the green monster?” Y/n asks and she felt Mugman glare daggers at the side of her head. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Wha-“
Just as she said that. The sound of water bubbling emitted from below, she and the cup bros glanced down to see the water bubbling as if it were boiling. Y/n clenched her teeth and furrowed her eyebrows, and suddenly a large green alligator jumped from the water, the three screamed in fear and held onto each other. Mugman and Cuphead hugged tightly onto Y/n, squishing her between them, the alligator hopped up so high they could peer deep into his maw, the heat of its breath radiating onto them before snapping closed—almost catching by a hair strand before falling back into the water.
One last tug and the three quickly latched themselves onto the ledge and crawled up—finally onto land, and Y/n smiled at Edgar and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hugging—considering how short he was she had to hug him on her knees—mostly because she finished crawling back up.
“I’m so glad to see you!” She shouts. Her eyes looked up to see the others were there as well. Dropping the web from their hands as they were the ones to also help Edgar drag the three to the top, which explained how Y/n thought the small spider could manage to handle all that weight.
“Guys!” She stood up and immediately was pulled into a hug by Panchito. Hugged her tightly and shook her body. “Oh there you are! my friend, you had us worried! ¿Dónde has estado? ¿estás herido? alguna lesión?” Panchito frantically questions and checked her face for any scars or bruises as well as her arms. Y/n smiled and Alice walked over and placed a hand on her head.
“Are you okay?” She asks.
“She looks fine to me, takes a lot to knock down a L/n. Ask M/n. That woman never stops.” Charley pipes up. Y/n laughs softly and nods. “I’m good.” She said, and Bendy finally caught her eye—and he was too busy eyeing Cuphead and Mugman. Who was looking at him.
Cuphead smiled before walking over to Bendy, holding his hand out for a shake. “You must be Bendy? My name is Cuphead.” Cuphead smiled at Bendy and Bendy had a disgusted look in his eyes before he let out a small chuckle and smiled slowly giving his hand to Cuphead.
“Pleasure to meet you.” He said before his hand quickly grips onto Cuphead—a loud crack emits from Cuphead’s hand and Cuphead shouts in pain and buckles his knees, Y/n quickly pushes Bendy’s hand away. “Stop!” She scolds him.
“Cuphead isn’t bad, he and Mugman didn’t do anything.” She quickly tells Bendy who looks at Y/n for a moment. “So you were with them the entire time?” He asks.
“Yes. Don’t hurt them.” She looked at everyone and wanted to make sure that the cupbros were okay and didn’t need to be manhandled.
Cuphead swats his hand and hisses in pain.
“Felix!” Mugman noticed Felix and smiled and Felix smiled at Mugman. “Good to see you boys are okay.” Felix tells the brother and Mugman quickly nods.
“So—what’s with the rat sacrifice?” Oswald abruptly says and Donald nods. “Yeah..” Donald said slowly in utter confusion.
“It’s crazy, I..” Y/n slowly stopped talking as she glanced back at Bendy who was already looking at her. Jeez..she didn’t really wanna go over the fact she snuck out of the church last night. “I can explain the story when we get out of here.” She muttered.
“But the important part is—this rat named Argus wants to kill us for a sacrifice to her people to make her the official queen but the thing is, she killed the original queen—to make her the new leader which can turn her into the queen if she finds a sacrifice which was is-and we met this guy named Puck who told us about the book—because his grandfather used to work as a researcher for the last book holders and this guy named Hector—who is my great grandfather—had the book at the time—and basically there’s this island called Ruby’s Island that we have to go to because it can unlock the secrets to the book to help us stop what’s going on—BUT we have to find this key called Ruby’s Heart and it unlocks some sort of temple in the island, so we need that key but the thing is the key broke years go—and it broke into pieces and we have to find those broken pieces first and put them together in order to find the island and Argus has one of the pieces that we need to get to the island but the thing is she wants to book because I can only assume the book reacts to the key piece—whatever it is. It’s not good.” Y/n takes a deep breath after explaining it all in one full sentence and the faces they all made were hilarious.
Oswald, Donald, Panchito and Bendy had their mouths opened slightly in shock as Alice, Charley, Barley and Edgar stared at Y/n and basked in all the information that she managed to spit out in one go and Boris smiled goofily.
“Ruby Falls, I heard of that, never been there myself.“ Felix says. Cuphead sighs dreamily as he looks at Y/n his hands behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his feet.
“Man..ain’t she somethin..” he purred and Mugman nudged Cuphead and coughed in an attempt to stop him from his awkward staring.
“Well—I mean it’s a good thing you guys didn’t bring the book.” Mugman says and Bendy raises an eyebrow. “No, I have it right h-“ he looked down at his and went silent—Y/n looked down at Bendy’s hands as well to see nothing. Bendy’s tail dropped to the ground and he huffs heavily. “You gotta be kidding me!” He shouts.
Hearing the familiar laugh, Y/n and everyone else looked over to see Argus, holding the book above her head, Y/n was still astonished with how strong these rats were but that wasn’t even something to be thinking about right now.
“With this power! I can finally be powerful!” She lets out a laugh loud and powerful.
“Aw..she’s so small.” Panchito cooed with a soft laugh and Oswald let out a strained laugh through his teeth. “Not the time Panchito..” he wheezed.
“Good luck trying to get in it. You can’t open it.” Donald tells her with a simple shrug—at the point he knew if anyone got their hands on that book, it would be for a short time because they simply couldn’t get in it—but instead of meeting an embarrassed and angry expression, he was met with one of smugness and courage.
Bendy chuckled. “And what are you gonna do little guy?” He teased.
“I don’t need to open the book..” she says before tossing the book in the air, a bright light zapped from the front of the closed book and down onto Argus’s chest, hitting the stone that was on her neck, the bright yellow light growing fierce as everyone immediately stared in awe and astonishingly surprised expressions.
The wind circled around them—Y/n’s hair moving as she felt the ground beneath her shake.
Before her Argus lets out an echoing deep laugh, the sound of the ground cracking and debri falling echoes. And the sound of cracking of bones or muscles as Argus started to grow before her. The rat surpasses everyone’s height—standing at least 10 feet tall now.
The book falls limply onto the ground—near the edge of the ledge near the water. “Who’s the little guy now?!” Argus shouts down at everyone with a laugh.
Y/n sighs before looking straight forward…great.
Argus looks down at Y/n before swinging her tail—knocking her off of her feet and off of the ledge, Y/n quickly grabs Argus’s tail and lets out a shout—glancing down at the water below.
“Don’t! Don’t do it!” Alice shouts Argus, the rat only looks at Alice and smiles before moving her tail up and back down—Y/n’s arms slipped from the tail and she felt herself falling a few of her friends calling after her as Argus let out a loud menacing laugh.
“I’ll get her!” Bendy shouts before he without a second thought hops in after Y/n—not waiting to hear what the others had to say or what would happen next.
-
Y/n fell into the water—making sure to inhale a deep ball of air in her lungs—the water taking her in as she. The water slaps her body harshly and she quickly opens her eyes—the water is murky and barely transparent. She kicked her feet to swim back to the surface—but caught glimpse of a moving creature—quickly looking over she was met with a maw snapping in front of her—she quickly smiled plunged deeper into the water—she could only move so fast with swimming in the water, her body gently barrel rolled as she looked between her legs to see the alligator quickly lunging for her yet again, when it got close she quickly with all her power kicked the alligator in the head—her shoe collided with the hard scaly skin—which sent her back when she kicked it.
The alligator clearly felt the kick and growled—shaking its head before quickly snapping at Y/n—but she moved back yet again—this time her back bet something and a hang grabbed the back of her shirt and dragged her down. Y/n would have gasped if she wasn’t holding onto the last bit of air she had. She looked over to see Bendy was the one that latched onto her to move her away from the gator.
He spotted a small tunnel and looked at her, before releasing her. He points down at it and points down to his wrist as if telling the time. ‘Give me time.’
He must have wanted her to hold her breath for just a tad bit longer. She nods before Bendy grabbed her wrist and swam towards the tunnel—as he did so Y/n felt a movement of water hit her her feet—looking back she spotted the gator yet again snapping at her, she hugged Bendy’s arm and he looks back as well before quickly looking at Y/n and furrowing his eyebrows—he must have not noticed it was behind them.
But before the gator could get any closer, the two entered the tunnel and quickly swam through, Y/n felt her chest tightened and her neck become hot and in need of air—she needed to breath—unlike Y/n who was a human, she couldn’t hold her breath for too long compared to toons.
But once they exited the dark tunnel they entered another small sewer room—a light from above them and they quickly swam up—that must have been the surface—Y/n felt like jumping out of the water when she finally was able to break free and get air flowing into her lungs. Inhaling loudly she coughed as the water left her nose and ears—eyes closed as she grasped onto the ledge of concrete, she coughed and hacked up water as she pulled herself onto the ground weakly, Bendy following after her as he coughed up water as well. The two were drenched in water, Y/n felt the water exit her mouth—her nose burned and the cool air started to attack her, Bendy crawled into the ground—but he had still been coughing.
Y/n looked over quickly when she noticed his coughs sounded more like he was choking, the water spilt from his mouth and a long string of black saliva from what it seemed dripped from his mouth, but it seemed to be ink of some sort.
“Bendy—“ Y/n shivered before she placed a hand on his back. Bendy sits up and wipes his mouth. “I’m fine.” He grumbled. He..didn’t sound happy at all. Y/n removed her hand from his back before looking around, there wasn’t a way out—not a door nor a ladder—it was just an area where the water would transfer. She shivered softly and held her arms and slowly sat down. She heard a few muffled coughs from Bendy which his throat should have been cleared from water by now but she didn’t think too much of it.
Bendy looked around as well and slowly stood up. “There’s no way out.” Y/n tells him.
“I can see that.” He quips. Y/n felt that Bendy must have been upset with her leaving last night which—was understandable..
“Sorry..” Y/n says quietly. Bendy looked down at her and furrowed his eyebrows, his chest jolted as he muffled down another cough.
“We wouldn’t be in this mess if I had just stayed at the church, sorry.” She apologized and Bendy sighed.
“Do you know what could have happened to you? Anything. Y/n we can’t play games like that, especially with people that tried to kill us not even 40 hours ago.” Bendy scolds harshly and Y/n didn’t exactly like the feeling of her grunts and felt her cold hair attached to her face.
“I can watch over myself, Bendy. I’m not a kid.” For years Y/n always felt that she had an eye on her. Mostly from her parents—they were so afraid of—the world they didn’t want her in harm's way—and as nice as that may sound it made her seem like a kid—felt like a kid, but she wasn’t . She could take care of herself!
“So taking care of yourself is being tied up in a sewer by rats going to feed you to a gator?!” Bendy tilts his head and Y/n falls silent.
“You almost died if it weren’t for us looking for you!” Bendy immediately lowered his voice before closing his eyes and sighing. “I didn’t mean to yell—“ He immediately says. Y/n looks away from him and to the water silently. The sound of the water dripping from their clothing echoing and she felt Bendy stare at her and a few muffled coughs exited his mouth.
“I’m sorry..” Bendy apologized again.
No..he was right..blindly just leaving and winding up in a mess they now had to get out of…she scratched the back of her neck and sighs through her nose. Bendy slowly wandered over to her, gently wiping his mouth yet again and slowly sitting down beside her, his tail gently resting behind her.
He looks away from her and into the murky water—reflecting from the dull yellow lights above on the ceiling that looked like it was ready to go out.
She did have to admit..she did almost die. The silence between the two wasn’t tense—but something was there, it was evident that Bendy wanted to say something. And after a few more moments, he spoke;
“You just had me worried, that was all...” he tells her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her into a side hug. Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. “It’s not your fault. I was just bein’ an idiot and sayin’ stupid things, sorry about that..” he rested his head ontop of hers—cascading her in his warmth, it took Y/n a moment to notice how apologetic Bendy was for his sudden burst of anger and shouting—something that he really didn’t need to apologize for—it wasn’t like Y/n would break down crying because of it. But when he had stopped—it looked as if he had remembered something—or thought of something in the least.
Y/n wrapped her arms around Bendy to properly hug him and he wrapped his arms around her as well. “Thanks for coming back for me.” She tells him and Bendy gently pulls back and smiles at her.
“Oh please sweets, I’ll always come back for you.” He stands up and Y/n stands up with him the two letting go of eachother.
“Okay le-“ Bendy let out another cough and He clenched his eyes closed at the coughing fit. Y/n gently placed her hands on his shoulders. “Dude are you okay?”
“It’s —probably somethin—“ he let out another cough and shook his head gently. “It’s probably somethin’ in that water.” He finished and Y/n placed a hand on his head to feel his temperature—his head was warm and wasn’t burning hot or anything.
“I’m fine toots, really.” Bendy chuckled and Y/n’s arms fell to her side.”okay..just checking—how are we getting out of here? I don’t think swimming back to the other side is a smart idea.” She says before moving away from Bendy and looking around the area, Bendy walks over to a wall and places his hands on it.
“This way.” He held out his hand to her and Y/n looked behind her to see a black puddle formed on the wall, similar to what she saw back at the bar a few days ago when Bendy popped out of it. She curiously looks at it and then to Bendy.
“C’mon, it’s just like walking through a door.” He chuckles before leaning over and grabbing her hand himself and immediately walked through the ink like portal, Y/n walked through as well—felling Bendy’s hand in hers—she couldn’t seem much but just like he said—it was like walking through a door, when she made it to the other side she felt herself stumble slightly as if her brain said ‘whoa!’ Being in an entirely different area than where they were.
She heard shouting and other scuffling noises from afar. And Bendy looks down the hall.
“We need to get that stone from Argus.” Y/n tells Bendy and he looks at her and nods.
“Alright, well—if you ask me, I’ll send you on rat duty and me and the others can try to snag the stone.” He smiled at her and Y/n huff before placing a hand on her chest.
“I’m not doing that!”
-
Y/n stood behind the towering body of Argus. Felix had sent Alice, Charley, Barley, Edgar and Boris to go tend to the civilians with Mugman—in the time Bendy and Y/n were gone, Puck found Cuphead and Mugman with the others which he quickly explained the situation that Y/n had already explained prior to falling off the ledge. Puck had gathered the people in town with Alice and the 5–telling the truth about Argus and how the ‘surfers’ aren’t the people they were looking for.
Which—the town could only cry in disbelief. How dare she lie to everyone! The human girl was right—they changed for the human—they wanted to see her but Puck couldn’t find Y/n prior to them being saved by Edgar.
Alice held some of the children's mice to be distracted as Argus was busy, hopefully not killing her friends somewhere along the sewer lines.
Puck stood on top of Edgar’s hand as he looked down at his people.
“The human! She’s a miracle for telling us the truth! How could we be so blind!” One of the civilians cried out.
Charley chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Idiots.” He laughed softly but Alice glared at him.
“We are so sorry? We’ve been blinded by our own selfishness for someone to help us mourn from our last queen that we didn’t look to see the surfers aren’t the real problem.” One civilian apologized. Barley tilts his head.
“How long as Argus’s been ya’lls leader?” He asks. Puck looks at Barley. “A year.”
“We stand with the human!” Shouts a civilian and right after they shout after him.
“We stand with the human!”
-
“Hey!” Y/n shouts—throwing a fairly large rock at Argus’s back. Bendy and scampered over to Felix, Oswald, Donald, Panchito and Cuphead who had been distracting Argus ever since waiting for Bendy and Y/n that they had been hoping for their return the entire time.
“We need to get that stone off of her neck.” Bendy points out Argus’s neck and the boys looks over to see the tied necklace around her neck. Y/n stood in the background taunting Argus.
“Oh great—how are we supposed to get up there?” Donald asks Bendy and Felix looks at Panchito to see he had the lassos behind his tail feathers.
“Panchito, I’ll need that lasso.” Felix said—Panchito looks away from Argus and to Felix and takes the lasso away and hands it to Felix, Felix holds the rope in his hands before looking at the others.
“I’ll help Y/n with tying Argus, you guys find a way to trip her and when we get this rope around her, Cuphead you shoot at that wall over there—“ Felix points his fingers over to the weak crumbling cobblestone near a leaking vent.
“And Oswald you’ll hold the book with Donald—I’m certain there’s a way to redo whatever she did.” Felix says and Cuphead hands the book to Oswald who nods and takes it in his grasp.
“Bendy and Panchito—while you’re helping cause a distraction—I want either of you two to take either side of me and Y/n’s rope and help tug her down.” He looks between the two and they nod silently.
“Alright, then let’s go!”
Y/n hardly noticed Felix run over to her and drag her out of the way when she moved to dodge Argus’s tail when Cuphead threw a rock at her to distract her.
“Hey!” Felix smiled at Y/n and he handed her one side of the rope, she grabs it and Felix placed on foot in front of the either and motioned his head down as if signaling her to follow his movement which she did.
“We’re gonna tie her up okay!” He tells her and Y/n nods quickly.
“Toss, pull—“ he then motioned his hand in front of him as if going in a circle. “Clockwise!”
Toss, Pull, Clockwise.
“You ready?” Felix asks her gently, nudging her shoulder, Y/n looks over at Argus to see Cuphead was pretty good at taunting her, he hopped around each time she tried to swing at him with either his tail or hands.
“Uh..” she took a step back and she felt Felix’s hand gently place itself on her back to stop her from backing away. “You’re an adventurer now Y/n, rise to the challenge.”
When Felix told her that—she slowly eased up, just like her grandfather..she could do it. She gripped the rope in her hand and placed her foot ahead and leaned forward slightly.
Toss, pull, clockwise.
Felix's ears perked up and he smiled at her change in demeanor, in sync the three took 4 steps back, and tossed the rope, when it caught around Argus’s waist they both pulled and leaned back so their weight could pull! The rope tightened but Y/n didn’t ever think about letting go. Argus stumbled and Cuphead shot at her feet to get her to move—which did get Argus to stumble back more towards the area he needed her, Y/n kept a strong hold onto the rope and started to run the direction she was supposed to as Felix ran the other direction, Argus bellowed and lets out a roar of anger. Y/n smiled as she felt joy spark in her!
The rope tightened around Argus as the two wrapped her tightly into the rope—Felix’s boots dug into the ground as he skidded to a stop the same as Y/n across from Argus’s other side, she felt someone run up behind her and take ahold of the behind her and tugging as well—looking over she saw Panchito who smiled at her and the two tugged together. Cuphead points his hands towards the wall and a blue beam of light shot from his finger and hits the crumbling wall, but it didn’t do much as only a few debri of rocks fell down and onto Argus’s head.
“Hurry! We can’t hold her for long!” Bendy shouts over to Cuphead. Who had shot at the wall over and over again—but to no avail it wasn’t enough. Cuphead cursed under his breath before taking a deep breath his shoulders heaving up a ball of light forming in his hands his straw sticking up and soon releasing the energy and it shot at the wall—the wall crumbles down onto Argus, dropping her to the floor, the debri of dust and rocks flew in the air and Oswald opens the book up and almost immediately the same string of golden light shoots out the book and aims at Argus’s neck, Oswald seemed like he was pushing the book with bow strong the force of it was that Donald came up behind Oswald and pressed his back against his to keep it steady? Argus shrinks under the rubble and the light goes away, the book closing and landing itself in Oswald’s arms.
Y/n immediately drops the rope and rushes over to the rubble to see Argus laid on the ground she coughed and Y/n quickly snagged the necklace away from her. Argus growls but was far too wear to say or so much of anything.
Y/n smiled down at Argus and dangled the necklace down at her. “Who’s the lil guy now?”
“I!” Y/n turns her head to see Felix smiling at them all. “Am so proud of you all!” He finished before he wrapped his arms around Bendy, Donald and Panchito, grabbing Cuphead by his straw to pull him into the hug and then grabbing Y/n by her shirt to also drag her into the group and lastly grabbing Oswald to pull him into the hug, his arms engulfing everyone as the cat purrs and releases them.
Cuphead stumbled slightly at the amount of energy he just had to use. “We wouldn’t have done that without your plan.” Donald tells Felix, the 7 looked like they just finished running through a dusty house as the dirt and dust from the air and fallen cobble stone decorated their bodies. Felix ruffled Y/n’s hair and smiled at her. “You did good going back when you wanted to leave, that’s very brave of you Y/n.” He tells her and Y/n bashfully swatted her hand and looked away dramatically.
“Jeez, this thing is strong.” Oswald tiredly handed the book to Donald—who held it—clearly pushing against the book could wear someone out.
Y/n held up the stone to everyone and smiled. “But we got it.” She tells them and Felix smiles and nods at her with pride.
“Got me thinking if I should start getting you guys some more outdoor clothes.” He says and looks at everyone—considering how scuffled they always get dealing with their adventure it would be smart to get some more comfortable lightweight and durable clothing.
“What makes you think you’ll walk out of here alive?” The voice of Argus croaks. The group looks over to see Argus still laying on her stomach—weakened by the tumble and rocks piling onto her.
“Your people will soon find out what you truly did, it’s not like you can hide it from them.” Y/n grumbled.
Argus only chuckles. “They don’t know anything..I killed that woman because she was in no power to continue running this place..only me.” She muttered.
“And I will get to see that happen, stone, book or not..all I have to do is tell them to rip you all apart and they’ll do it.” Argus was silent for a moment before laughing under her breath.
“Well, you heard that ladies and gentlemen?” The forum looks over to see Charley, standing in front of ofnthr town of civilians who was on the other side of the wall that had been blown away—via Cuphead.
Alice, Barley, Mugman, Edgar and Boris stood behind the civilian and Puck was standing in Alice’s hand, Y/n looked down at Argus to see she had weakly gotten up.
“Wh-you can believe these people! They are surfers! They harm our people!” She shouts and Puck looks at Y/n from Alice and nods his head before smiling. She smiled back at him and nodded her head as well.
“Oh no—she’s gettin’ rowdy—cease this menace.” Charley laughs as the guards walk past him and grab Argus by her arms, she grunts and kicks her feet. “You can’t do this to me! I’m your queen!” She shouts they are dragged back into town.
“You are no longer our queen!” Shouts a civilian.
“Guards, you’re forgetting two others as well that were in on it.“ Mugman clears his throat before pointing a finger over to Jura and Poe. Poe shivered slightly and waved nervously.
And just like that, the guards dragged them away as well, with Jura clearly upset about the entire plan being foiled.
Puck looks at Y/n. “Our new leader—is someone who we thought we should fear, but with knowledge we shall move on as a society—to accept others.” Puck says. Y/n perked up slightly at the mention of the leader, the civilians all looked at Y/n with a glint of glee and hope in their eyes.
“Uh—“ she didn’t know what to say…
“I—flattered, really.” She felt the paper in her pocket when she nervously placed her hands in her pockets, pulling her hands from her pockets she saw the photo of Hector..a sense of calming came from the photo—a fiery fierce rage of determination.
She placed the photo back into her pocket and looked at everyone.
“As your leader, I promise to deliver prosperity amongst you all, no fear will walk the streets—not while I’m here…”
“Not while I’m here…”
-
“Alright, bye Puck! Keep an eye on the town while I’m away! I’ll make sure to visit!” Y/n waves goodbye to Puck who happily nods and waves goodbye to the large group.
“Bye guys!” He waves to them, Cuphead and Mugman standing beside Y/n waving with a smile—standing right in a ditch of a creek where they had been blindly dragged through..god she didn’t even wanna think about it.
“You guys stay safe! And I wish you good thoughts on your adventure!” Puck says as her friends waved him goodbye as well.
“Feel like I’m missing something..” Y/n suddenly says and Bendy looks at her. “What is it?” He asks.
“Bark!”
Y/n smiled at him before looking over to see Spunk scurried over to Y/n, Puck smiled softly. “You forgot Spunk.” He said and Y/n laughs before looking at Puck.
“Thanks, see you soon!”
Puck nods before scurrying back into the sewer, Spunk ran in circles as his eyes landed on all of her friends!
“What is that?” Alice asks.
“Whoa!” Donald exclaims.
Oswald tilts his head at the dog when Spunk sniffed his foot and looked up at him before going over to Bendy to sniff him, Bendy chuckled before Spunk scurried over to Felix who had bent down to examine Spunk.
“He’s a creation Hector made for Y/n.” Mugman informed. Spunk rolled on his back when Felix reached down to grab at his tag.
“Geez, you tellin’ me this dog is his old?” Barley points out. Panchito cooed and rubbed the dog's belly. “He is just a puppy.” Panchito cooes.
“I don’t know how long ago it was made nor do know what year Hector and the other holders had this book.” Y/n shrugs and Oswald nods.
“Well..If he’s still in working order, then maybe it couldn’t have been that long. The book itself might be old, but not the people who had it before us.” He says—which yeah—makes sense considering it was said the book was eons old.
“Jeez..I’m starving..” Cuphead muttered.
Boris looked up at the sky to see the sun was starting to set. “Well, it is gettin’ late.” He mentions.
“Best head back to the church and get cleaned up for tomorrow.” Alice brings up and Felix nods, with them having the new information they had now regarding the booo, the stone called; Ruby’s Heart and the location it was supposed to go to—but before they could do that he had to finish finding the pieces to the stone and before they could do that they had to get the jewel.
“Yeah, we got a lot to do—we’ll start planning about finding those stones after we get this jewel for Cuphead and Mugman.” Felix brings up and Y/n nods—thank goodness—taking one thing at a time..
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Once making it back to the church which took an hour—and having some of the nuns baby her the minute she walked through the door looking like a disaster—they immediately fed her and gave her clothes for a bath and now Y/n sat in the window sill listening to the birds, Cuphead sat next to her, the two watching the sunset as she heard the boys arguing in the background who was best at playing cards.
Mugman was in there with him—finally relaxing and having fun after the dreadful events they went through.
But unfortunately the cup brothers wouldn’t be able to stay, they would have to head back to their lair until they could get the jewel.
Cuphead fiddled with a piece of paper he was folding up—creating an origami with it, listening to him ruffle with the paper in his hands and hearing the birds caused Y/n’s eyes to drift close—she was so exhausted..she heard the rustling of the paper go quiet and she opened her eyes to see the paper horse near her face, she smiled and looked at Cuphead and he made a nose with his mouth similar to the noise a horse makes when sputtering their lips. She lets out a soft laugh.
Cuphead chuckled before placing the origami horse beside him. “So..it’ll probably be awhile till I get to see you again.” He said and Y/n smiled.
“Cuphead, you’ll probably see me in the next..I dunno 20 hours?” She chuckled and Cuphead laughed shortly after.
“Yeah? Well, 20 hours too long. Just sayin.” He then looks at her and smiles; “A good luck kiss would do me right.” He smiled boyishly at her and Y/n felt a smile form on her face as well. She laughed yet again and gently pushed him.
“Okay, stop joking around.” She says and Cuphead gently took the hand that pushed him. “Don’t be gettin’ all flustered on me now.” He teased and Y/n laughs again.
“C’mere you..” Cuphead grabbed Y/n’s face and leaned forward but was met with a hand that shoved him away and shockingly it wasn’t Y/n’s, it was Bendy’s. Bendy crawled and sat between the two and look Cuphead who had shook his head upon the shove.
“Sorry, was I interrupting something?” Bendy smiled. Mugman walked over with a giddy smile—winning 6 times in goldfish! What a night!
“Alright, alright. We’ll leave..” Cuphead says before jumping from the window sill and landing on his feet on the ground. Mugman waves at Y/n and smiles.
“Bye! See you soon.” He says before following Cuphead’s lead. “Bye boys! We’ll make sure to get that jewel for you.” Y/n waves as Cuphead and Mugman smiled and waved back as they walked off and Y/n hopped they would come back to the group in one piece considering they had been gone the entire day from their group.
“Well, it’s time to hit the hay.” Bendy says before standing up from the window sill and stretching, Y/n followed after.
“See you tomorrow, Bendy.” She bids a goodnight to him as Bendy leaves the room. “Night sweets.” He tells her before leaving. Y/n quickly hurried into bed in desperate need of sleep. And the last thing she saw before laying down—was Alice fixing her blanket before she left her vision to go to sleep as well.
#toon quest#toons#bendy and the ink machine#bendyxreader#animanics 2020#animaniacs x reader#the three caballeros x reader#three cabarellos#oswald the lucky rabbit#batim bendy#felix the cat#mickey mouse#donald duck#panchito pistoles
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POWER POLYCULE MASTERPOST
people asked and i shall deliver!! here are our brackets - i plan to update each one with the link after they're posted, but do keep an eye on the #powerpolyculeshowdown tag in case im unavailable to do so until later, please!
Also reminder they're programmed to be posted 1min apart from each other, so from 1:00pm to 1:10pm (EST)
Round 1
part 1 (finished)
Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo/Han/Kim (Omniscient Reader) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel
Mane 6 (My Little Pony) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy
Rey/Finn/Poe (Star Wars) x The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack
Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) x Ferris/Sloane/Cameron (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) Winners: Cosmo/Kathy/Don
Dave/Jade/Karkat (Homestuck) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sora/Riku/Kairi
Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) x Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (High Noon Over Camelot - The Mechanisms) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum
Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sadie Kane/Walt Stone/Anubis (The Kane Chronicles) Winners: Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi
Star Allies (Kirby Star Allies) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: All 1008 Pokémon
Hardison/Parker/Elliot (Leverage) x Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Suki/Sokka/Zuko (ATLA) x Sonic/Knuckles/Shadow (Sonic) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko
Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Shiver/Frye/Big Man (Splatoon 3) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K
part 2 (finished)
Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Luka/Adrien/Kagami/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy
Wonder Woman/Superman/Batman (DC Comics) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos
Dekubowl (My Hero Academia) x Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters
Bocchi/Nijika/Ryo/Kita (Bocchi the Rock) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui
Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Heizou/Kazuha/Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Winners: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta
Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) x Quanxi/Tsugihagi/Pingtsi/Long/Cosmo (Chainsaw Man) Winners: Rachel/Chloe/Max
McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) x Frodo/Sam/Rosie (Lord of the Rings) Winners: McCoy/Spock/Kirk
Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Vivi/Lewis/Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animated) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn
Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori (HoneyWorks) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José
Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Amethyst/Peridot/Lapis (Steven Universe) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow
Bucky/Steve/Peggy/Angie (Marvel) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity
Round 2 (finished)
Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel
Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness
Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) x Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum
Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) Tie!! Both move on!
Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko
Fred/Dephne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy
Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters
Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José
Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn
Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow
Round 3 (finished)
Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled the Series) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy
The Doctor/Rose/Jack (Doctor Who) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She Ra) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko
Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) x Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José
Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K
Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo) x Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Cher
Revival
Round 1 (finished)
Poll 1 Winners: The Doctor/Jack/Rose
Poll 2 Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy
Poll 3 Winners: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier
Poll 4 Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim
Round 2 (finshed)
Yoo Joonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier (The Witcher) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim (ORV) and Doctor/Jack/Rose (DW)
Round 4 - Quarterfinals (finished)
Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja
Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy
Sweet/Cap'n/Cakes (Deltarune) x Panchito/Donald/José (Three Caballeros) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K
Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Round 5 - Semifinals (finished)
Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim
Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Round 6 (March 8th 2pm EST)
Finals!
Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Third place!
Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy
Congratulations Hardison/Parker/Eliot for the win!!!!
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My twst master list!
master list for ease of finding stuff since I plan to have lots to share!
RULES
Heartslabyul
Heartslabyul monster AU
Heartslabyul AU art!
Painting the roses red
Riddle is the queen of broken hearts
mrs. Rosehearts knows best (p1)
this life is mine! (p2)
Caters happy face
Ace the troublemaker
The best of Deuce
Savanaclaw
Savanaclaw monster AU
Savanaclaw AU art!
The lion sleeps today
can you feel the love tonight?
Be prepared
here comes trouble (ruggie overblot au)
Savanaclaw x quokka reader
Octavinelle
Octavinelle masterlist!
Scarabia
Scarabia monster AU
Scarabia AU art!
let me love you Jamil
Infinity with Jamil
Jamils darkside
Kalim's sunshine, lollipops and rainbows!
Pomefiore
Pomefiore monster AU
Pomefiore AU art!
The washing song
Vil's lament evermore
pretty girl vil
who does mc like?!
epels bad reputation
Rooks a ghost
Pomefiore x reader who uses a 3 in 1 soap
Rook and vil hearing reader sing bombshell blond
Ignihyde
Ignihyde monster AU
Ignihyde AU art!
Diasomnia
Diasomnia monster AU
Diasomnia AU art!
Skumps
Malleus’s snowman
Love like you, Malleus
Lilia's life is a highway
never smile at a crocodile
once upon silvers dream
Diasomnia + octavinelle x immortal jellyfish mer-reader
All
Monster AU stuff
Monster AU heights
Friends on the other side Disney mash up
Types of weather they are
one jump ahead of the chaos
you’ve got a friend in me Disney mash up
Staff + others
Staff monster AU
Monster AU art part 1 (Grim, Trein, Crewel)
Monster AU art part 2 (Sam, Vargas, Crowley)
Vargas!
Crewel de Vil
The Haunted Mansion
Treins soft kitty
clubs/ specific groups
new years with the light music club!
Light music club at the VDC
three caballeros
VDC carpe diem
Oveblot gang x super tall reader
Non-humans with reaper leviathan mer-reader
DnD and twist!
nonhuman characters with a lizardfolk reader
First years with a dwarf reader
necromancer with scarabia and vil
my own stuff
My twst oc’s
song suggestion ask
The prefectsbride
What I thought of them at first and what I think of them now
dumb ways to die twst version
Tsum tsum mayhem
Tsum tsum Rosa!
#my writing#my stuff#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#orginization#twst headcanons#sorry had to give octavinelle its own masterlist!#it was getting way too long!
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Reading diary.
- Batman: The world. (Various)
I’ve been reading several DC and Marvel anthologies this month —was planning to simply make a general overview of them at the end. This one, though, is curious enough to merit an individual blurb.
“The world” is an anthology featuring 14 tales, each set in a different country and made by writers and artists from the country in question —herein the curiosity. Assorted cultures’ take on the iconic comic book superhero (sometimes guest-starring other famous DC characters).
At worst this kind of international anthology but focused on a US property can feel somewhat like a tourist travel brochure —like a continuation of Disney’s “Saludos, Amigos” and “The three caballeros” (I’ve ALSO been watching more media inspired by those two films. To be sure, there is something at once fascinating and puzzling about the very existence of the characters Jose Carioca and Panchito Pistoles —their actual impact on Latino culture, both good and bad, say).
At best, these can serve as an invitation for readers to seek more of other cultures’ output, to expand one’s repertoire.
Did this anthology accomplish the second? Or did people just plain saw a curiosity and moved on? That, to be honest, is up to each person. I’m more interested in what kind of stories this little experiment produced.
So let’s go by nations:
- An intro from the US that compares Gotham City to a wife. So-so start, but with lovely art.
- Europe —the largest section, encompassing eight countries (France, Spain, Italy, Germany, Czech Republic, Russia, Turkey, Poland). To different degrees they feel like their statement is “Well, THIS is what we have that you in America don’t have”. Which is not to say they are of bad quality. Some propose rather unique concepts —some are happy to just be “Batman visits X tourist town”.
- Latin-America (Mexico and Brazil) —these are much more interested in social ills (unchecked, highly violent crime fueled by political corruption —and the way US intervention only serves to exacerbate those problems), with a certain spattering of… shall we call it ‘Magical Realism’ or just plain ‘Fantasy elements’?
- Asia (South Korea, China, Japan) —and these are much more interested in just plain having fun. Interestingly they feel almost like a response to all the previous stories: There’s social ills, discussions of technological use for criminology, and talks about censorship. But all take a rather tongue-in-cheek approach to it, peppered with a certain mix of humor and action.
On the whole, a comic that can well serve as an introduction to… the world, as the title says.
Not bad!
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Anon: Since you've done Panchito crush head-canons, how about Jose crush head-canons?
💕 José Carioca x Reader Headcannons 💕
José having a Crush on you
• Jose is not shy about his feelings, what so ever
• He makes it very obvious that he likes you
• He is always shamelessly flirting with you
• Unless, of course, you make it clear that you don't like him, in which he will quickly back off into friend mode (though, expect the occasional flirt or too, as he's just like that normally)
• He naturally has a calm, suave personality, but if you were to flirt back-
• He is on the floor
• An absolute blushing mess, with a huge dopey grin on his face
• He's such a hopeless romantic
• While he isn't usually in the best spot financially, he has "a couple guys" he knows that allows him to invite you places, without hurting his wallet
• He's 100% invited you to a movie before, where the only way he could get in was by begging asking a friend to turn the blind eye at the ticket booth while you sneak into enter the building
• He is always complimenting you
• You do something new with your look? He notices.
• You mention a project or niche intrest of yours? Well sit down, because he wants to know all about it.
• He'll invite you over to paint with him often. It's one of his favorite pastimes, and he would love you to join him!
• It doesn't matter your skill level. He just wants you to have fun!
• If you would let him, he would happily show you a think or two about watercolor and oil painting. He'd teach you a few techniques, and would gladly teach you how to paint a few things.
• He'd gently hold your hand, guiding your paintbrush around the canvas
• That'd be pure bliss for him
• He's always wanting to be near you, or touch you (but like not in a weird way)
• Goodness, he loves it when you're near him
• Small, physical, platonic displays of affection are enough to make him melt
• He's honestly just so touch starved and would have his entire week made it you simply held his hand
• He tries not to act like it but you turn him into a huge lovesick dork
A/N: This blog is turning into a crush headcanon paradise but I'm not mad about it 😳💕 These end up being so cute
#josé carioca#jose carioca#the three caballeros x reader#x reader#fanfiction#the three caballeros#josé carioca x reader#jose carioca x reader#josé carioca x reader headcanons#jose carioca x reader headcanons#the three caballeros x reader headcanons#toon x reader#self ship#dolls acme brand writing desk#dolls-acme-brand-writing-desk#fanfic#request#submission
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steal your heart (2)
Pairing: The Thief x Fem!Reader
Words: 3337
Warnings: None.
Chapter Summary: "You and I, Caballero, crave the unknown too much to leave it anonymous."
A/N: Fuck, the smut was meant to come into this chapter but I couldn't resist putting some more banter before we get to it. I promised tension, sexual and non-sexual, and I will deliver goddamnit. Please let me know how I'm doing in the comments. Also, tell me if you want to be tagged in the comments of this post. And here is the link for the other taglists.
Read Part 1 Here
He almost breaks the wine glass when he sees you parting with the flower as if you didn’t care for it, and the irritation rising in his chest is a surprise because the last thing he expected or wished to deal with was someone as complex and hard to mold as you. He had accounted for every minute of this evening, every little corner he would have to make his presence known in and every smile and little lie he would smoothly breathe out to put those who wished to speak with him at ease. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to hold that Crown, the Crown, by the end of the night. But as always, his need for a more complicated mission, and that extra bit of an adrenaline rush, arose as soon as he saw the stunning diamond necklace wrapped so elegantly around your pretty little neck. One look at you walking so fluidly through the pompous and overbearing guests with those jewels hanging against your skin like the morning dew on flowers derailed his plan to take his original desired object. He tried to convince himself that he was only after you for the precious gems across your neck but the last fifteen minutes were difficult to ignore, and frankly, proved otherwise. You weren’t like any other person he’s ever met, a mixture of everything he could ever want in a companion and somehow so much more. Oh so much more. And then you answered his candid question with shamelessness and honesty, and he knew there was more to this encounter than he could have ever hoped for.
One look at the man next to him and he is reminded to wear the neutral yet charming mask again and he excuses himself before he heads into the ballroom once more. You are nowhere to be found and he feels the consequences of his mistakes deepen further when he finally spots you chatting with another elderly couple and their dashing son (perhaps grandson). God, he was truly pathetic. Knowing that he couldn’t interrupt your conversation, he turns back and heads towards the bar to get a stronger drink. When he takes his poison, he doesn’t bother to socialize with anyone else, opting to stand in a darkened corner near a beautiful portrait of yourself. At least he could feign distraction and interest here, and avoid unnecessary attraction. He can see you from where he’s standing and by the looks of your smiles and forced laughs, he knows you aren’t enjoying whatever it is you’re discussing in the very least.
God, he had to let his impatience take over didn’t he? If only he would have kept his mouth shut and didn’t overstep any lines, he could have been three fingers deep into your weeping and tight cunt, enjoying the ecstasy that would have surely been etched over your features. The thought makes him twitch in his pants and he smiles to himself when he remembers the way you eyed his gloves and licked your lips at how tightly the leather looked enclosing his fingers. He would part with all of the treasures he’s stolen just to taste you on his tongue, to be able to lick his lips and savor your sweet wetness before shoving his fingers into you again to bring out more of your nectar. He can’t help but steal a glance from you every once in a while and he clenches his jaw when he sees how handsy some of the younger gentlemen become when you grace them with that beautiful smile of yours. He sips from the whiskey and thinks back to what you said earlier, how you would willingly relinquish control if the right person came around and demanded it from you. But the more he recalls what you said, the more he focuses on the unspoken words in between your little confession. There was more to this than you had let on, and from the way you responded to his untruthful and quite rude statement, he had the sense that he would need to prove himself to you before he would be allowed to touch you.
He returns his attention to the portrait and admires the subtle imperfections scattered across the canvas. He appreciates the small differences, but admires the hints of assertiveness and femininity even more, a true likeness of your personality. After a while, he finds himself wishing he could touch the paint of the cloth. Maybe then his longing heart would calm down and focus on how to win your trust. When he meets your eyes again, he feels absolute terror rush through his veins because there was nothing, truly nothing, in this world that he wouldn’t do to have you in his arms. The thought of easily ignoring every rule in his book begins to be more irritating than terrifying as soon as he takes his eyes off of the image and sees you speaking to one of the couples he managed to befriend earlier in the night. The annoyance only increases when he sees the Contessa leave your company and begin to walk through the crowds in search of someone. He pretends he does not meet her eyes when he notices recognition in her eyes as soon as she places him, turning around to the portrait once more for some peace of mind one last second before he is bombarded with her enthusiasm yet again.
“Marquis, if you do not mind, I would like you to come with me. I want to introduce you to someone, the hostess of this party.” The woman says energetically and he has to ignore the twinkle in her eyes when he meets them and smiles.
“Contessa, it would be my pleasure. I would hate to waste your time though.” He responds calmly as he takes her arm and glides through the crowd with ease, ignoring the way the guests take notice of whom he is ushering through. He smirks to himself when it occurs to him how beneficial her company may be later on.
“Nonsense, I have finally managed to get a moment with her and I am determined to introduce the two of you.” He inhales deeply when he sees you standing not ten feet away from him chatting with the Conte, and he prays that whatever reaction you may have to his presence does not ruin his future chances.
“Ah there you are amore, I was wondering where you have gone off to.” You turn around at the words of the Conte and will yourself to remain emotionless as you meet a familiar pair of brown orbs. Now that you could see him better, you marvel at how dark and capturing his gaze is, and you can’t stop yourself from admiring his physique up close when he steps near you.
“I was looking everywhere for him, only to find him admiring none other than the lovely portrait you have gifted our little bellarosa.” Your old friend takes your hand and clasps it tightly before she switches her attention to her, as naive, husband.
“Such a romantic, you would get along so well with our little girl.” Dario admits as he wraps an arm around your waist and leans over to kiss your cheek. You raise an eyebrow at the statement and smile at the way the man stares at you, almost as if he was waiting for you to admit his rudeness to your friends.
“Oh would we now?” You lick your lower lip and feign ignorance when your mystery man begins to speak.
“Contessa, I am afraid the lady and I have met earlier in the night under less than pleasant circumstances so-” He tries to explain why his presence might not be wanted and you narrow your eyes at how modest he’s suddenly being. You try to eclipse your skepticism and he catches onto it almost immediately, making you wish you weren’t the center of his attention.
“So we shall remedy that now. Sweetheart, allow me to introduce to you Don Melchor Concha y Toro, the Marquis of Casa Concha by the Spanish Crown.”
You’re not sure who notices the change in your demeanor first, him or you, and you almost break your silence and ask her to repeat her words again but hold yourself back when you realize that he noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed at his name. Silence falls over the conversation and you pinch your thigh to snap yourself out of your haze before you try to think of something to say. An unspoken agreement passes between the two of you and you grin once more as he reluctantly steps forward and takes your hand into his. He bows down and kisses your knuckles, whispering something beneath his breath before he stands straight and meets your eyes again.
“A proper Spanish greeting? I have not been at the receiving end of such a courteous welcome in ages.” You distract the awkwardness of the group and step away from him, already thinking of how you should handle this situation. You notice his attention descend down to your neck for a brief moment and you finally register why he has come tonight to your dinner.
“See, I told you her heart is forgiving.” Dario points out and you push down the hints of disappointment before you reply to him.
“Not so fast Dario, I do believe one must offer an apology in order to be forgiven, no?” You turn between him and his wife, purposely avoiding the stranger so you wouldn’t fall deeper for his charms. Now that you knew what he was, or perhaps, wasn’t, and why he was here, there was no chance in hell you would give him the upper hand again, especially not after what happened earlier in the night. You were worth more than a quick fuck, and you needed to let him know that.
“And in what way do you wish to receive this apology señorita?” His voice sends shivers down your spine and you curse yourself silently at how easily affected you are by him. When you do finally look straight ahead, you chose not to meet his brown eyes but focus elsewhere, not wanting to let him see how vulnerable you were beginning to feel in his presence.
“Hmm, normally a simple ‘I’m sorry’ will do, but with you Don, I think I am in need of a more thoughtful gesture, a gift perhaps.” You stress the title, knowing very well that it would piss him off. You were getting dangerously close to revealing his not-so-little secret but he knew well you wouldn’t do it. He clenches his jaw tightly at how amusing you find this situation to be and clears his throat before he returns your smile.
“Come on bellarosa, he was only-” Dario begins but is interrupted by a stern yet playful response from your guest.
“No no, the lady is right Conte, a gift is most appropriate. Whatever you ask mariposa, I will grant it to you in a heartbeat.” He responds with assertiveness and you notice the way his gloved fingers tightly rub the glass in his hand. Oh, this was getting to him.
“I will not ask for much, just a bottle of red wine will do.” Your answer throws him off guard and he turns to the Conte and Contessa to ensure he didn’t mishear your request.
“Is that all?” You want to giggle at the question, knowing that your next words might get a rise out of him.
“Well, not just any bottle of wine.”
“Name your poison señorita.” He takes a sip from his whiskey and tilts his head, winking at you with a challenge set in his eyes. You can tell he’s trying to remain passive and choose to turn your focus away from him to purposely prove to him that you were very much in charge of what’s to come.
“You see, when I was at university, I never spent any of the money my loving grandparents sent me. It didn’t feel right to spend money on anything extravagant so I tended to buy cheap things, including wine.” You talk at Dario and giggle when he winces at your mention of cheap wine. God, they truly couldn’t care for simpler things.
“Where are you going with this dear?” Betina asks and drags your attention away from her husband and the Marquis.
“I have been feeling so nostalgic for those years, Betina, I truly have been. I miss being so carefree and unknown...capable of doing whatever I want without the constant judgemental looks, including drinking wine that only cost a grand total of fifteen dollars.” He can’t help but admire that way you speak of this other, simpler, life you’ve held, and he feels validated in thinking that there was much more to you than meets the eye. You were the granddaughter of a Duke and to know that you held high regard for more plain things made him admire you all the more. He is momentarily distracted by our speech to the point that when he hears your next words, his heart ceases to beat and he barely holds onto the glass in his hand.
“So, all I ask of Don Melchor, is a bottle of Casillero del Diablo.” You watch as he recognizes the brand almost immediately and you feel only a moment’s guilt when his eyes widen in horror at how straightforward you were being. He had guessed that you knew he was lying but he was taken aback at the mention of the wine because it seemed that you knew more than you let on.
“I have never heard of that brand bellarosa.” Betina breaks the silence and looks towards her husband quizzically.
“I wouldn’t expect you, either of you, to have heard of it. But I do believe Don Melchor is familiar with it.” It’s the twisting of the knife, and he drinks from his whiskey quickly to relax his nerves so he doesn’t drag you across the crowd and-
Actually, at this point, he didn’t know whether he wanted to choke the life out of you or fuck you until you couldn’t breathe.
“Now who’s being insulting?” Dario scolds you as he taps on your shoulder to warn you of your remarks but you shake your head and feign innocence when you respond.
“Believe me, it is not my intention to dishonor this gentleman. I only say this because I think he is like me.” You hope your words calm him a bit and when he calls you that familiar nickname from earlier, you giggle to let him know you wouldn’t reveal anything...just yet at least.
“In what way mariposa?”
“You like to try things before you judge them, perhaps enjoy them more so when they are not what they seem to be. But even more, you cannot control yourself around the forbidden, because nothing in this world is worse than being near something you know tastes absolutely sinful and is not too out of reach, yet you look away from it and pretend it was never to your liking. You and I, Caballero, crave the unknown too much to leave it anonymous.” You take a step towards him and silently ask him for the glass in his hand. He hands it to you with ease and watches as you turn the rim around until your lips enclose around the same spot he was drinking from. He can’t take his eyes off of your neck as you finish his drink and for a moment, he wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms and taste the alcohol as it kisses your lips.
“For God’s sake bellarosa, what are you going on about?”
“Nothing too important Dario, nothing worth the Don’s time anyway. If you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time I retire to my chambers. I’ve had a lot to drink tonight.” You dismiss them quicker than you intend and raise the glass in your hand to follow with your excuse.
“Do you wish for us to close the evening my dear?” Betina asks and you shake your head as you continue to stare at the “Marquis.”
“Nonsense, the people came for a night in the Château de Chenonceau and they shall have it. It’s not often my grandparents hold such an event and I think it goes beyond my presence.” He doesn’t bother to hide the way he stares at your lips and he bites down onto his own lower lip when he sees you licking the rest of the whiskey into your mouth.
“We’ll call on you when you’re back home, love.” They both hug you before they turn to chat with another older couple, leaving you with your stranger in a bubble of silent haze.
“Thank you and enjoy the rest of your evening.” You mouth back at them long after they have left, not caring to see if they heard you or not. Like him, you can’t take your eyes off of his handsome features and you raise an eyebrow when he takes a step towards you and grabs the glass away from your hands. You face falls when you realize he probably just wants to make sure you don’t have the imprint of his mouth on the rim of the glass and you don’t bother to get excited when he leans in and whispers into your ears.
You wait until he pulls away and meets your gaze again before you speak. As much as it pains you to accept that he was never here for you, you still feel disappointed at knowing that there was never truly a chance with him. He was just here for your grandparents’ treasures, not you.
“Eres más atrevido de lo que pensaba.”
You are more daring than I thought.
“I am not sure as to what you are referring to sir. Please do help yourself to anything in the castle, it’s worth nothing...including me from the looks of it.” His face falls at your declaration and he realizes too late that you probably understood his intentions too much.
For the second time that night, he is forced to watch you walk away from him. His chest is filled with anger and hurt, and he schools his features when he sees you slip past the pair of guards and out into the darkened and private hallways. He stands in his place for a few moments and keeps his eyes on the closed doors as he attempts to refocus his mind. The shock of being found out has yet to settle in and from the looks of it, you weren’t going to do anything about his presence. You more or less told him he can steal anything, as if you didn’t care for whatever was housed in this magnificent castle. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly slides his leather around the rim of the whiskey glass to clear his print before he puts it on an empty tray and heads out of a different set of doors to avoid suspicion.
“Cariño I-” Before he can finish his sentence, perhaps ask to speak with you privately or try to briefly explain his fairly new objective, you are bowing your head and interrupting him.
“Buenas noches Caballero, it was an honor to meet you.” You almost gasp at the petname and the way his eyebrows furrow in sadness, but hold your ground and excuse yourself, knowing that if you gave him a chance to say anything, you would be fooled by his whispers and allow him to use you as if you were worth nothing.
As he roams the hallways he’s memorized months ago, a thought crosses his mind, one that makes him wish he never came here.
He was given permission, by you, to take whatever he wanted. But, in that moment, he only wanted one thing, the one thing he couldn’t have.
You.
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Legend of the Three Caballeros season 2 fanfic idea
Hey guys, I know its been a while. Most of you are probably waiting for me to update the Angel Dust x reader series I have. And I will hopefully get back to that sometime soon. But I have been getting some other ideas about some other stories I might want to write about.
I've recently started rewatching the Legend of the Three Caballeros on Disney+ and I'm starting to get some ideas about that. Not specifically a character x reader fanfic. But more so about what I think a second season might look like. Would any of you be interested in reading something like that?
Also, I'm looking at some other fan fiction websites to post more stories on that'll be easier to find than on Tumblr. I'll make a post on that once I find a good platform that I like.
#legend of the three caballeros#the three caballeros#donald duck#jose carioca#panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez
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~Early Valentine’s Gifts~
Human!Panchito x Male!Reader
Requested By: @shadowblaze001
Fandom: The Three Caballeros/Legend of the Three Caballeros
Reader: Male
Relationship: Crush to Romantic
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: You and Panchito are preparing Valentine’s Day gifts for your families. Little do you both know, you have a surprise for each other.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff.
~Art by chacckco on DeviantArt~
(correct me if I’m wrong)
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“Panchito, can you hand me the tape?” You asked the guy sitting across from you.
“Sure, here!” He said, and tossed it over to you. He managed to do it perfectly without even looking.
“Thanks man.” You said after catching it.
“No problemo!”
You and your friend, Panchito, were hard at work preparing Valentine’s Day gifts for your friends and family. You admit, you were kind of in a rush. You had forgotten until the last minute. It had only occurred to the both of you because Panchito realized that if he wanted the gifts to make it to Mexico on time, he’d have to send it to the post office today, and have it overnighted. So just an hour prior, you rushed to the grocery store to get all the supplies. And now, the two of you sat on the floor, preparing everything.
“Alright.” You said, after taping a name tag on the last box. “That’s the last one.”
“Nice. I’m almost done too. Just three left.” He said, still hard at work.
You sat there for a few moments, just watching him. He was so concentrated, and frankly, you found it adorable. His tongue was just barely peeking past his lips as he carefully wrote down the name with a marker. You noticed yourself staring, and turned away, silently scolding yourself for being a creep.
You actually had feelings for Panchito. For the past few months, you’d been trying to convince yourself to tell him. Now, since it was Valentine’s Day tomorrow, you thought it was too good an opportunity to pass up. So, you secretly hid some extra gifts in your car just for him. You planned to give it to him when he got back from the post office.
“I’m done now!” Panchito announced. He sat up straight, and admired his work.
“Nice! Now let’s get this all in the box.” You said, grabbing the large piece of cardboard from the counter.
You helped him arrange the gifts in an aesthetically pleasing way. Then, you covered the top with pink, white and red crinkle paper for some extra cuteness. After taping it up, Panchito wrote the address on it.
“Alright. Time to get this to the post office.” He said, putting his hands on his hips.
“Want me to come with you?” You offered.
“Oh, no, that’s okay! You just stay here. We can hang out more when I get back!” He said, a bit quickly. You could’ve sworn he sounded a bit nervous. Or maybe that was just you.
“Oh. Alright then. Drive safely!” You said.
“See ya!” Panchito picked up the box, and headed out the door.
After his car left the driveway, you took a deep breath. Walking outside to your car, you opened the back, and got the special gifts.
You rearranged the items in the basket for the hundredth time, wondering if it was perfect enough. Or if maybe it was too perfect. Do guys even go all out like this for each other on Valentine’s Day? You didn’t know, but it was too late to back down now. Grabbing the handle, you carried the embarrassingly weighty basket inside.
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You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Panchito’s car pull into the driveway. You quickly hid the basket between the couch and the side table, and did your best to act natural.
A few moments later, you heard the front door open, followed by the familiar clacking and jingling of his boots. He poked his head into the living room. “Hey. How’s it goin’?” He asked. He sounded a bit nervous.
“Fine. Did everything go okay?” You asked.
“Oh, yeah. It was fine. There was a long line, though.” He stepped mostly into the room, but not all the way. He looked like he was up to something.
“Uh, Panchito? Are you okay?”
“Yeah! It’s just…” He fully stepped into the room, revealing a large Valentine’s basket in his hand. “I have something for you.” He smiled bashfully.
“Oh my god, no way.” You said in disbelief. You leaned over the side of the couch, and retrieved the basket you made for him. You held it up for him to see.
His jaw dropped, and he moved his hat higher on his head, as if to see it better. After a few moments, the two of you burst into laughter.
You got up off the couch, and you both became silent. You awkwardly walked towards him, and he did the same. Once you reached each other, you simultaneously held out the baskets. After taking them, you just stood there for a few moments, not sure what to say.
Panchito scratched the back of his neck bashfully. He set his basket down on the floor, and placed a hand on your shoulder. Knowing what was about to happen, you leaned forward with him, and your lips touched.
You pulled away after a few seconds, and you both were smiling. Panchito laughed happily, and wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. You reciprocated, patting his back.
It was hilarious that you two had the same idea, and now, you had someone to spend Valentine’s Day with.
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Toon Quest
Chapter 10: She Ain't Nothing But a Runt!
Y/n stood next to Ruck as the two stared at the wide dirt patch of land—an outdoor building with the contestants walking about, speaking, jogging, stretching and some doing some course that would look similar to the monkey bars.
They all had the physique of people that clearly had been training since they were kids, and Y/n seemed like she stuck out like a sore thumb. Shuffling on her feet, she glanced at Ruck who had his arms crossed across his chest. She looked back forward and felt her hands become clammy with nervousness. She really wanted to scamper off to Felix and just have him teach her archery, but he wasn’t here at the time. The others had gone to do other duties—which was to finish duties around the town to make a name for themselves. And of course Bendy went off with Lucy, she didn’t get to see everyone else this morning as she had to leave so early.
The sun was just rising in the sky and the boiling pot of anxiety was bubbling in Y/n’s stomach as she watched the people joke around each other. There had to be Atleast 13 people there in all and Y/n seemed to be the smallest of the pack. Toons and humans speaking together and whatnot.
Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
“You look like you’re gonna vomit.” Ruck pipes up and Y/n nervously glances at Ruck. “So many people.” She muttered. And watched as he moved to walk over to a bench sitting under the shade, Y/n followed after him and he turned and motioned for her to sit down on the bench, which Y/n did and plopped down onto the wooden bench.
“This is your only chance to get your foot out there. Ain’t nothin’ too bad.” He starts and Y/n nods.
“Yeah, I know that..”
“So get your ass up and get over to the barracks—heard that’s where your temporary conductor is. Have a quick meet and greet and come back to me and tell me how it goes.” Ruck orders and Y/n stood up from her seat almost automatically with the tone of his voice.
“Where’s that at?” She asks him—referring to the room where he mentioned the others would be located.
Ruck just stared at her and deadpans.
“Figure it out..” he grumbled before turning away, Y/n sighs and rolled her head as she trudged away from him. Giving a mean side glance before turning around and lifting her hand up to extend her middle finger to him even though his back was turned. Ruck could practically feel Y/n still behind him and turned around whereas she quickly turned around like a frightened mouse and faced the other direction and quickly started to walk off.
Glancing around the area—she took a step back as two people tumbled by her—one laughing as his friend had wrapped an arm around his neck and tugged him further away—continuing on, Y/n glanced over to a small stand where a man was speaking to another contestee, the stand had pocket knives and arrows for bows. Slowly looking away as she walked by slowly—she looked over to two other people wrestling with each other on the dirt ground. Y/n walked further down the path and looked over to see a contestee sitting on top of a horse—another person holding the reins of the horse as they spoke to the person on the horse—most likely teaching them how to properly tread on a horse.
So many people were doing various things and there goes Y/n…walking around lost. She felt like it was her first day at school and she was sauntering down the halls looking for her first class. She heard some echoing voices to her right and looked over to see a hallway leading into the open building. Y/n decided to walk down there instead—there were doors lined up—similar to classrooms, but there was only one opened with a man standing outside of it with his arms behind his back. That was the conductor for everyone for the contest.
She straightened her posture and walked over—the man saw the girl wandering over and looked away from the wall and placed his gaze on Y/n. He had on a uniform on with the badge of the town's symbol on it, standing as straight as a pole with a monocle and slicked black hair, he gave her a look.
“Name.” He orders and Y/n looks to her side as if he was speaking to someone else with the way his tone was—she didn’t say anything to him and when she didn’t see anyone there besides herself so she looked back at him and placed a finger on her chest referring to herself.
“Me?” She asks. And he didn’t reply as he only stared down at her.
“Y/n L/n.” She just decided to just give him her name.
“Ah, so you’re the talk of the town.” The man spat—almost in disgust and Y/n’s eyebrows twitched as she only just smiled at him with a tilted head.
The man then circled around Y/n and examined her physical form. He held a wooden stick in his hand—mostly for training purposes no doubt. The stick lifts Y/n arm up and she turns her head to look at him—eyes following as he circled around her like a lion cornering its prey. The man lets out a; ‘tsk’ and shakes his head in disappointment before the stick swacks her calf, causing her to stumble and her knees to buckle but luckily enough she quickly straightened her posture and turned around to the man but the stick jabbed into her abdomen causing her to tumble back slightly.
“And you call yourself a Vendolez?” The man shakes his head and lifts a hand to fix his monocle.
“He’s my grandfather, of course I’m a Vendolez, the hell else am I supposed to be? Some damn idiot?” Y/n grew agitated from being probed at and degraded in just a matter of seconds.
“You have the mouth of him too..” The man grumbled in disgust.
“I’ll tell you this now. I’m not a fan of Vendolez and I’m certainly not a fan of you.” Well no shit she could see that now.
“If you continue on to enter this contest, I assure you, you won’t make it. You’re weak. And even the blind can see that.” The man moved past Y/n and stood by the door of the room before he pointed the stick inside motioning her inside.
“And you’re late. 2 weeks late. Now get in with your other peers. We’ll be starting training soon.” He dismissed Y/n and she furrowed her eyebrows and slowly walked inside, her eyes glued onto the man, fixing the strap of her quiver on her shoulder. She looked forward to see a small room that was similar to a classroom of some sort. Three rows of wooden benches with a few contestee’s in already.
A group of 5 sat off near the corner of the room—huddled together. A toon skunk had his foot perched on the bench—his elbow resting on his knee as the 4 other toons stood around him as they all spoke.
The first two toons seemed to be twins as the boys both had brown short hair with freckles—scrawny with fair skin. One had the side of his head shaved in a mullet.
The next in the small group was a dog toon—brown fur and floppy ears—almost similar to a brown retriever. And the one next to him was a ferret? Or—well he looked to represent one that is.
They all had the same matching uniform. A white undershirt with a brown vest and brown pants—on the back of the vest was a small symbol of a knife that seemed crudely drawn on with whatever paint supplies they had around. The skunk guy on the other hand has his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders—in a dumb attempt to let off a ‘bad boy’ impression.
Y/n locked eyes with the skunk and he squinted his eyes and lifted his top lip in a sneer before his finger motions towards her way, and he said something she couldn’t hear as they weren’t close. The 4 others looked in Y/n’s direction and she looked at them for a moment before looking over to an empty spot and walked over to the other side of the room and sat down. Placing her hands in her laps she glanced around the room to see she—honestly was the only human there. Great.
Sighing to herself Y/n raised a hand to her temple and closed her eyes. If she was going to make a fool of herself she wouldn’t hesitate to just air the place out with her semi improving archery skills.
Opening her eyes she heard a whistle from across the room and she looks over to see the skunk toon had pushed himself off of the bench with a grin, his lowered arms outstretched as he walked across the room over to Y/n’s direction some of the other peers turning their gaze over to look at the skunk.
“I think my eyes may be deceiving me.” He starts. The four other toons had trailed behind him. And Y/n pressed her lips together.
“So, you’re Vendolez huh?” The skunk asks, Y/n didn’t reply immediately as she had to think about that.
“In a way, yeah.” She states and the skunk chuckled before looking over his shoulder to everyone in the room and motion towards Y/n as if saying; ‘Get a load of this guy.’
The skunk turns and looks back at Y/n—his pupils scanning her up and down as if evaluating her.
“Name’s Stinks. Chief Melbourne’s son—first in command chief down in the castle, I got a winning streak for winning Warrior Falls every year—this is gonna be year 5.” He chuckled, his shoulders bobbing as he did so. The class went quiet and Y/n slowly nodded.
“Nice….” She says..what was he telling her this for?
“Just wanted to give you the info, I sure do hate repeating myself.” He removed his foot from the bench near Y/n’s legs and stood there with his arms crossed.
“Humans such as yourself won’t stand a chance. I surpassed Vendolez—and I’m sure I can pass you too.” He stopped talking for a moment before he pointed to her arm—she had her button up sleeves rolled up. He pointed directly at the bruise on her arm and chuckled.
“And it seems like you’re just taking baby steps.” He let out a laugh and everyone else in the class did as well.
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows together. No doubt he had to be some uptown daddy’s boy, snobbish and had an ego as big as his tail.
“It’s whatever, man.” Y/n said. Bullying wasn’t something Y/n ran into too much—but she surely knew how to diffuse them when it happens.
“I hadn’t ran into your father yet at the castle so he probably isn't holier than the guy that you're putting him out to be.” Y/n wasn’t trying to make a joke but just say something to the guy that would just make him scamper off, but that made the smile lower on Stink’s face—he grimace and lowered his arms to his side as he shuffled towards Y/n who was still seated on the bench.
The people around the room made murmured hushed sounds of surprisement and giggles.
Stinks pats the sides of his pockets on his hands before slowly nodding his head.
“So you are a Vendolez.” He spat. He lifts a hand and points his index finger at Y/n.
“Your grandfather killed mine. I've been waiting for this day to go up against his own.” He told her in a low tone. Y/n twisted her expression with confusion and surprisement.
“Two people only make it to the winning stage—and if you do make it. I’ll kill you.”
Y/n stared at Stinks and lifted her top lip in a sneer and grimace. Stinks leaned back and placed his hands in his pockets. “That’s if you even make it.” He turned around and walked off with his posse back over to the side of the room. Y/n kept her eyes on Stinks before slowly shaking her head and looking forward.
The hell was that about?
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The conductor had come into the class shortly after, and the class wasn’t really a class to say—it was more like a small holding room to discuss what was on today's list of things they would be training for.
With Y/n’s now newfound arch nemesis, Y/n was constantly punching her brain to not make a fool of herself out there whatever their activities may be.
Standing in front of the jungle gym-like course—wooden bars and handles and stairs—it was certainly an obstacle course. Now if it were like those inflatable bouncy house obstacle courses—oh man, Y/n could tred through it like it were her own home. But seeing the mud underneath and the makeshift rock climbing wall—it all looked so tactical and complicated—it felt like she was in some bootcamp, no not the bootcamp where you had your own personal fitness trainer for gym—no the military bootcamp where they had you crawl through mud, do planks in the raining 40 degree weather, hop over car tires and whatnot. Maybe if she knew this layout beforehand she wouldn’t have such a bad feeling in her gut, she’d even be lucky if she didn’t pass out from exhaustion.
“Fuck…” she cursed under her breath and shakes her head in dissatisfaction. She felt someone bump her shoulder, and looking over she saw Stinks was the one that did it, his group of friends following close behind him as they moved to go stand in a line next to each other.
The conductor had motioned over to the course. “You all know the rules, 10 minutes to get across! Or you’ll be mopping the floors with toothbrushes.” He paced back and forth as his eyes landed on Y/n.
“Some of you already have your name written on it.” His off handed comment was most definitely meant for her. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as the conductor stopped in his pacing before pulling out a stopwatch from his pocket.
Ruck was on the sidelines with his arms crossed—eyes glued on Y/n to see how she would do.
The conductors didn’t say anything else as he stared at everyone in line, with a calculated expression, before pressing the start button on his stopwatch—the contestee’s dashed off like a pent up rubber band, the soles of their shoes scraping the dirt ground. The guy didn’t even count down so Y/n was appalled to see everyone starting to run off. She quickly dashed off as well, her legs carrying her over to a ladder in her aligned view, she quickly latched herself onto the ladder and immediately started to climb up it. She was moving so hastily she almost misplaced her footing and fell if it weren’t for her iron grip on the peg of the ladder, fixing her footing she scurried up the ladder, where she reached the top of the wooden platform, it was a decent sized wooden ‘bridge’ ahead of her. The wooden bridge really wasn’t anything she could walk on but more so to balance herself so she could get across to the other side and make it back down the ladder on the other side.
Y/n slowly walked across the thin wooden bridge, slowly placing one foot in front of the other, she felt her legs shake and she started to lean to one side but she quickly moved her other foot ahead so she could fix her posture, which thankfully worked. Ruck slowly walked alongside down below of the course as he watched Y/n.
Y/n felt the wooden platform shake and she looked ahead of her to see one of the contestee’s hopped from the other platform and over to hers.
“Remember! The more hits you get, the more points you get!” Y/n heard the conductor's voice echoing. The contestee ahead of her held a wooden sword—thank god it wasn’t real—Y/n stumbled backwards at the sight of them running towards her with ease as she was struggling to even keep balance, Y/n fell forward onto the thin wooden bridge—the air was knocked from her lungs as she wheezed and felt herself start to fall over, but she hugged the wooden plank and flipped upside down on the other side, the constestee tripped over Y/n’s hands—their foot scraped against her wrist and she hissed in pain but she held on for dear life—gazing down at the mud under her, Y/n wormed a few inches away before swinging herself back up where she hastily crawled the rest of the way over to the platform, she picked herself up and hopped down the ladder instead of crawling down, crouching onto the ground before quickly scurrying up, she heard the contestee land behind her, Y/n sprinted off to see there were were two paths—one was under the deck of the course—it seemed you had to crawl, the other you had to crawl up another ladder, but she didn’t want to crawl up another ladder so she dashed to the ground and quickly started to crawl through the muddy soil—she heard footsteps from above her head from other contestee’s, Y/n spotted a hole in the ground and immediately crawled through it—falling into the ground—she stood up and saw she was in a dirt like tunnel—candels were lit to light the path as she jogged down it, spotting a hole up in the roof she quickly jumped up and dug her fingers into the ground and heaved herself up, she slid back down the slope and felt the soil in her fingernails.
Huffing heavily from exhaustion already, Y/n took several steps back before running and hopping back up and forcefully digging her nails into the dirt and tugging her form up—back into the outside world, Y/n crawled from off the ground and scampered ahead to see a wooden wall she had to climb, she slowly stopped in her tracks—chest heaving up and down from exhaustion her head tilted up at the wooden wall with indents for climbing—but they were too far apart. The toons contestants seemed to climb it perfectly fine..this again.
Y/n shuffled frantically on her feet as she tried to wire her brain on what to do. She jogged over to the wall and pressed her foot against the wall to heave herself up like she had done before back when they were climbing the trees. Her hands grasped onto the indents on the wall to anchor herself—Atleast it had something for her—but each space was too far apart!!
Y/n kicked her legs up to hop up to the next indent for her hands.
“Come on kid..” Ruck hissed in anticipation, locking his lips tight as he watched her.
Y/n grunts as her hand slipped from the devot as she slide down, the soles of her shoes dug into the wall and she climbed up yet again—her arms were tired and she couldn’t take much more—but her brain was fueling in energy for her as she grabbed onto the higher dent in the wall—pulling herself up she felt her fingers graze the ledge of the wall and she crawled onto the surface—air escaping her mouth as she weakly lifted her body from the ground, she felt her arms shaking and she looked down at her hands to see her middle and index fingernails cracked and bleeding—then blood slowly rising from the cracks of her nails like a broken dam. Y/n rubbed her hands to her side and pinched her lips together to keep in a grunt.
Y/n’s face was ridden with pain as she continued forward—but was stopped by a figure moving in front of her, Y/n slowly stopped to see it was Stinks—he held the wooden sword in his hand and it was clear his main objective was to get her out. She didn’t even have a weapon with her—but that didn’t matter as he tossed it to his side, he shook his arms.
“Most hit points.” He states before bringing his arms up in a position to provoke and fight her. Y/n glanced behind him to see the rest of the course and a few ways ahead was the finish line, a red flag dancing in the air—but it seemed Stinks could care less for the win—he had points stacked up already to keep him in the lead and it seemed his eyes were locked on the new guy in town—which was Y/n—especially with her status—nothing but vile intentions were coming Y/n’s way from Stinks.
Y/n lifted her fists up as well and Stinks tossed a punch and Y/n quickly dodged it as she moved out of the way, she swung her hand as well to aim right at Stinks temple, but he caught her wrist and lifted a foot up and kicked her right in the middle of her chest—she fell to the ground with heavy thud and she felt like all the air was ripped right from her lungs—hissing—Y/n bared her teeth in pain as she felt Stinks grab the collar and back of her shirt—picking her up back onto her feet—Y/n’s knees buckled and she quickly grabbed his arm and tugged him to her side—in which he tumbled—but his leg locked around hers—Y/n felt her leg pivot the other direction and she lets out a shout—he swung his elbow to her shoulder which knocked her back to the ground—landing on her stomach. Stinks removed himself off her—his chest heaving up and down as he tried to control his heavy breathing, a satisfied smile on his face.
Y/n laid on the ground—a muffled wail escaped her mouth—she twisted her ankle and she could already tell the pain it would be to walk on it.
Stinks started to walk towards her to finish putting her down as much as he needed—but when he neared her he didn’t suspect Y/n to immediately turn around and swing her arm back—her fist colliding with the corner of his eye—Stinks fell backwards into the ground and Y/n pulls herself up and shot off towards the course, her foot stung but her adrenaline was pumping—blocking off the pain as she hopped off the platform and grabbed onto the nylon ropes to swing to the other side—when her feet landed onto the other side of the platform—Y/n’s knees buckled but she heaved herself up and took a step forward before something swiped her off her feet and onto the ground—Stinks stood up from behind her and towered over her, Y/n quickly scampered up and shook her arms and brought them up—but she felt the stinging pain in her nose as Stinks swung—Damn, he socked her in the face, hard.
She tumbled, and tried to keep her stance—the warm tickling feeling trickled down her nose, and Y/n lets out a heavy sigh before swinging at Stinks—but he caught her arm and swung his other arm but she caught his arm—as she thought she may have thought outside the box, Stinks throws his head forward and hits her in the forehead with his, causing Y/n to release her hold hold on him.
Stinks throws a kick at Y/n’s side—which was her rib cage—she felt his foot collide with her side and she fell back to the ground—her eyes clenched closed and she laid on her side and held her side, which twitched under her touch at the harsh impact it had taken.
Stinks fixed the collar of his shirt before jumping down the platform and finishing the course.
Her shallow breathing echoed in her ears and her hands remained on her side, the only thought in her head was how she was going to kick his ass if she could even get up!
She wanted to, but she just laid there, under the hot sun—with dirt and grime over her skin and clothes.
“That’s a Vendolez for you.”
She heard the voice echo, as some others spoke as well, the sound of a whistle blowing as the race had ended.
Once she had trudged down the ladder off of the platform, Y/n felt exhausted, sweaty and dirty. The dried blood trickled down her nose as Stinks and the other contestants walked past her. Stinks locking eyes with her.
“You ain’t making it to the League round, you might as well turn back now.” He gave her the condescending advice before he continued walking. Y/n felt like her shoulders were to her ears.
“She ain’t nothin’ but a runt!” Laughed one of the contestee’s as they all followed behind Stinks for a good mornings worth of an exercise, they all walked off so unbothered, that course wasn’t a problem at all, easy in their book—but of course a human—such as Y/n, would have a problem completing it. She damn near tore off her fingernails trying to climb the wall.
Y/n’s eyes glazed over and she felt her throat tightened, she wasn’t upset that she lost…a little, but she was more so upset in herself—getting distracted with whatever vendetta Stinks now has against to stop her from doing the one thing she had to do, complete the damn course! And to think she could do that?!
She was mopped across the floor by Stinks for crying out loud! Y/n felt her heart sink at the thought of not even being able to complete a simple course—how the hell did she even remotely think that she would save the world? She couldn’t. Her mind wandered back to Pib and she blinked as a shiver traveled down her spine at just the thought of Pib—she…was way worse than anything imaginable.
Y/n’s nose felt like it was burning but that soon was brushed off when the conductor walked over and gazed down at her.
“Last.” He tells her.
“Dead last.” He corrects. And Y/n hesitated before nodding.
“Stinks is the top tier of every contest, going against him could possibly kill a human like yourself.” He informed her, Y/n’s eyebrows stitched together and her jaw clenched.
“Tread lightly.” The conductor turns and walks off. Y/n glanced at the ground and placed a fingertip on her nose to touch the blood before wiping it away on her pants. She turned around only to face Ruck—and dread took over.
She didn’t want to look like a fool to him and here she was. “Sorry.” She mumbled under her breath.
“You held your own with him.” Ruck starts. And Y/n’s bouncing eyes landed on Ruck. He placed a hand on Y/n’s head, his fingers digging into her hair gently.
“I say you did mighty fine.” His hand shook her head gently and Y/n’s head bobbled as he did so. Y/n gazed up at him with big eyes.
“He doesn't like me.” She tells him.
“Who the hell has to?” Ruck asks and raises an eyebrow. “Your boys back at the castle like you, who else do you need to? You gave him a few hits here and there to show him that you do bite—not some deer waiting to be shot at.” Ruck pushes her head forward—past him so she could get to walking, which she did as they walked over to the bench they were at earlier in the morning.
“Prove the bastard wrong that you’re making it to the major leagues, don’t need a damn name to prove anything, you get hit once and lose something you think it’s the end of the world.” Ruck moves and takes her bow and quiver from off the bench and hands it to Y/n, she takes the bow and quiver and looks back at Ruck.
“Little practice here and there and you’ll be doing just fine on your own, we’re going hunting.” When he mentioned that, Y/n perked up and a smile twitched onto her face as she watched him turn around and start to walk off.
-
Pulling the arrow back, Y/n gazed down in the water, the water reaching her ankles—she took her shoes off so they wouldn’t get wet—and the cool feeling of the rocks and dirt between her toes was distracting, but she gaze down in the pond—her eyes following a fish swimming around. It neared her foot and she gazed down at it and stayed as still as a rock.
When it swam a few feet away, Y/n extended her index finger and squinted her eyes down at the fish before releasing the arrow, it shot into the water but missed the fish by an inch, Y/n cursed under her breath and stomped in the water—the plopping sound emits from the water and water splashed her pants.
“Almost had it, kid. Try it again.” Ruck calls out—standing near a tree with his arms crossed as he watches Y/n. She took out another arrow from the quiver before loading it and pulling it back and locking her eyes on the fish—she was about to shoot it until Ruck interrupted.
“Slow down, you didn’t even give your eyes time to adjust to the damn thing.” He pipes up and Y/n nods. She tended to her nose on the way to the trail—and washed her hands from the dirt and grime on her hands—though her clothes still had dried mud on it that hardened in the hot sun. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Her ankle and side was sore but she was mostly thankful that nothing was broken. They left the training house so Ruck could train her instead before heading back off to the castle, and frankly Y/n liked this better than being the odd one out back in the training house—even though she would have to endure that tomorrow, but of course she wouldn't go in a careless attitude, having Ruck there made her feel better. Pushing her to dry her tears and push forward—and ignore the talk from others, Ruck was…hard. But he spoke through steel, something hard and sturdy that he would give to you to be able to learn to use for your own battles. And Ruck was teaching her that.
“I got a question…” Y/n states as she follows the fish swimming around in the water.
“Ask me later, pay attention.” Ruck gruffed and Y/n sighed through her nose.
A few moments passed by before Y/n released the arrow and it stuck right through the fish. She smiled immediately and yanked the arrow from the water and showed the flopping fish to Ruck.
“Got it!” She exclaims.
“Good job.” Ruck praised watching as the girl hopped around in the water howling with glee that she finally caught something.
Over the course of the 3 hours—Ruck led her deeper into the woods—teaching her to use the bow on different targets he would mark out—and cleaning up on her balancing skills that he noticed she lacked back in the training center.
He walked on the ground under the tree branch he told Y/n to walk on.
“Make sure you bend your knees—place one foot in front of the other.” Ruck orders. Y/n walked along the branch, aiming her arrow over to the tree he told her to focus and shoot at when she felt she could. Two objectives at once were distracting, balancing on the tree branch—which she wobbled ever so often—and aiming off to the three a few meters away.
She pulled the arrow further back and released it which flew off and hit the bark of the tree. She straightened her posture and looked down at Ruck who looked away from the tree and nodded in satisfaction.
Some time later, he taught her how to climb a tree, minus breaking her fingernails. Y/n hopped up on the tree branch and pulled herself up but soon fell right back down and onto the ground, landing on her back. Ruck looked down at her and motions his head towards the tree.
“Try again.” He says.
Which she did.
Everytime she failed at something, either falling off the tree from climbing it, balancing on its branch or shooting at something, Ruck would give the same answer. “Try again.”
At first that would irritate her—but she would bounce right back up and shoot right back at it. And he was shocked to see so.
As they walked back to the castle, Y/n had played with the bow as they walked down the trail of the woods. She would make it a game for herself to shoot at the nearest tree they were going to pass and take the arrow when they walked past—or if it hit the ground she would pick it up from the ground and continue walking. She did it to help sharpen her aiming, but mostly because she actually found fun in shooting the arrows and Ruck noticed before he hardened his gaze and looked at her when she shot the arrow off to a tree as they walked.
“Stop doing that, that isn’t a toy—you can kill someone with that damn thing.” He scolds as Y/n walks over and tugged the arrow from the tree and placed it back in her quiver.
“Just sharpening up on my aim so I can show Felix when we go out to train for my aim again.” She lied—well—not fully.
“You’re getting better at it, so that’s good, don’t go around breaking it.” Ruck furrowed his eyebrows in frustration.
“Whatever..” He heard her voice mutter and he slowly shook his head at her statement.
The two continued walking—the leaves and sticks crunching under their shoes. “How’s your nose feelin?” He asks.
Y/n inhaled dramatically and her shoulders sagged. “I can breathe, so I say, pretty good. Clearly.” She says nonchalantly.
“Keep that up and I’ll sock you in your nose, you’ll be breathing from your ass the rest of this week.” Ruck grumbled and Y/n cracked a smile and a laugh left her mouth at his statement, Ruck gave a chuckle.
“You aren’t in your prime years anymore Ruck, let it go.”
“Still got the power to kick your ass.”
“Whatever you say.”
Y/n felt a smile on her lips, the air around her was clear and wonderful, her thoughts from earlier had dissipated into the the air—she wasn’t worried about Stinks but surely whenever she’s face to face to him, she’s going to drag him up and down the floor until his name was written on it.
Just her, Ruck and the outside world.
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Y/n leaned on the couch with an exhausted expression. Oswald stood in front of her with his eyebrows pushed together. He was the only one in the room when she arrived—the other left somewhere in town—Bendy clearly was with Lucy, and Ruck left to go find Meek and Don who had been asked to help inventory check for the wedding—as if there weren’t more than enough people in the castle to help do so.
“What..the hell happened to you?” Oswald asks. Y/n had a nick on her eyebrow, and right under her left eye, and bruises on the bridge of her nose. Her clothes were dirty and it looked like she survived hell.
“Training.” Y/n deadpans and Oswald’s eyes scanned her face silently.
“Some guy didn’t like me because of my relations with Vendolez and while we were doing a course he was kicking my ass.” She explained briefly and Oswald’s ears lowered in irritation before he shook head.
“Not a lot of em like me back there.” She watched as Oswald silently turned around and walked over to the counter across the room and grabbed the first aid kit that they all brought, he walked over to Y/n and started digging through the kit.
“Here, I’ll patch you up.” Oswald states and takes out the alcohol wipe and band aid, he sits down next to Y/n and places the alcohol wipe on her scared eyebrow, she flinches away at the stinging burn of the bacteria dying.
“Stay still..” Oswald commands and Y/n muttered. “It burns..”
After wiping away the dried blood from her scar on her eyebrow and under her eye, Oswald placed a thin band aid on Y/n’s eyebrow.
“Alright. Just don’t touch it and it’ll be fine.“ Oswald says and tossed the first aid box on the other side of the couch, Y/n quickly grabs her bow and hops onto the couch.
“You shoulda seen my fire archery skills!” She pulls out an arrow from her quiver and quickly loads it and pulls back—ready to fire. Oswald’s ears perked up and he quickly looks at Y/n—before he could say anything she shot the arrow across the room—the door had opened and Felix walked in, in which the arrow hits the wall behind his head—he abruptly stopped walking and looked at the arrow—Y/n opened her mouth and quickly hid the bow behind her back to hide it before Felix turned to look at her.
“Hey..now you know not to shoot that in the building..” Felix slowly scolds and Y/n gives him a nervous smile, but Felix quickly smiles and his ears perk up.
“Not without me!” He shouts and Y/n jumps off the couch and scampers over to Felix and he had his hand out for a high five.
Y/n smacks her hand against his with a bright smile.
“Good job! That’s good you’re getting better with shooting!”He praised and reached down to bump his head against her temple as Y/n smiled at him.
“Hey! No shooting that in here.” Mugman’s voice steps in and she looks over to see the cup brothers walking in. Y/n’s eyes locked with Cuphead and she quickly looked away from him and back to Mugman who perked his eyebrows up in shock.
“What on earth happened to your face?!” He exclaims before grabbing Y/n’s face to examine the bruises to her eyebrow and nose.
“Some guy didn’t like me down at the training center.” She briefly explained—in all honesty her plan wasn’t to tell them what happened but her bruises spoke out quicker than she could—no doubt they would question it. Mugman removes his hands from Y/n before placing his hands on his hips.
“Well that’s just wrong.” He scoffs and Y/n shrugs slowly. “Don’t worry about it, I’m good now, where have you guys been?” She quickly wanted to move on to another topic and not how she got her ass kicked again.
“Well. Some lady wanted us to find her missing chickens from her pen—Panchito and Donald are still in town finding them, I just came to get Oswald.” Felix’s eyes landed on the rabbit who was leaning on the wall next to Y/n. He lifts an eyebrow and shrugs.
“Who was supposed to be helping us.” Felix finished and Oswald removed himself from the wall.
“I would if one of the chickens didn’t try to peck my eye out.” Oswald grumbled. So much for making a name for themselves in town.
“I just got my ass kicked and laughed at by a group of people at the training center. If they see me getting attacked by chickens I think I just might toss myself off a roof.” Y/n deadpans and Felix pulls the arrow from the wall and hands it to her.
“Who were they?” He asks. And Y/n shakes her head.
“Don’t worry about it—“
“Sure, let's not worry about it. She says as she comes back with a split eyebrow.” Oswald says nonchalantly and Y/n rolled her eyes.
“Moving on, we got some duties to do today for the town! Come on!” Y/n pushes past the four and out of the door—the burning enthusiasm to do some chores around town!
-
“13 chickens! I can’t even catch 1!” Donald shouts, balling his hands up in a fist. Panchito stood next to him with his hands on his hips as he gazed around the town—people walking by—children playing, people trading—but no chickens.
“She really needs a new pen—do some good deeds around the town and we get stuck doing chicken duty!” Donald complained about the chickens missing, which Panchito had to endure listening to his rants for the last several minutes but—of course he didn’t say anything about it.
Donald turned around when he heard footsteps to see, Y/n, Felix, Cuphead, Mugman and Oswald finally making their way over to help.
“Did you guys find anything yet?” Mugman asks and Panchito looks away from whatever he was looking at and shakes his head.
“Unfortunately, no.” He answered and Donald grumbled.
“Everytime we get near them they just scatter off.” No surprise as that’s what frightened chickens do. Donald spotted Y/n’s face and raised an eyebrow.
“Geez, who dumped you in a wildfire?”
Y/n deadpans and rolled her eyes. “Don’t ask.” She grumbled and Panchito looked at her and it seemed like he was going to say something before closing his mouth.
“Well, since we’re all here—minus Bendy. I’m sure it’ll be a lot easier to find them now.” Felix responds.
And—frankly it was a tad bit easier. Emphasis on the tad.
Y/n held a chicken in her arms as she gazed around the town—Mugman was with her—as they all split up and the two ran into each other by accident whilst finding the chickens.
Now placing the chicken in the pen instead of opening the gate considering they always escaped everytime they tried to open the gate to set them in—so they all just decided to place them in the pen over the fence. No wonder they always kept getting out.
Mugman placed the chicken in the pen as well. The chicken scurried off with the others who were eating some seeds on the patchy grass.
“I think that was the last of them.” Mugman says. Panchito, Donald, Oswald, Felix and Cuphead were standing near the pen as well. Donald squints his eyes and shakes his head.
“There’s still one missing..” he says.
“What? I caught like 3 of them.” Oswald says in disbelief, overall there were 12 chickens in all—Y/n didn’t know how many they had to find when they were searching for them, she just started searching the area for chickens—which they hadn’t traveled off too far thankfully.
“There’s 13 in all, one’s missing.” Donald adds and looks away nonchalantly and then squints his eyes.
“Why can’t we just leave the damn thing out here? She wouldn’t notice one missin’ chicken.” Cuphead sighs lazily but Donald quickly spotted the chicken a few meters ahead.
“There it is.” He said before turning to wander after the chicken. Following behind him, Y/n also saw the chicken sauntering near the bridge of the town but the second Donald got near it—he scurried off across the bridge—Donald quickly stopped walking before turning around and shrugging.
“Oh, well, it’s gone, nothing we can do now.” Jeez, so much for helping, Donald.
“We can still get it, come on, stop being lazy.” Mugman deadpans before walking past Donald and exiting the town. Y/n had a feeling in her chest that it was going to take some willpower to catch this chicken..
-
The chicken pecked at the ground—collecting the worms from the soft dirt—it wandered 20 some odd minutes away from town and the group had tried countless times to catch it but the minute they would get close it would sprint off to an entirely new direction.
Standing behind a tree—Y/n stared at the chicken before turning around to face the boys who were also standing behind her as well, Donald heavily puts his arms out to his side in frustration.
“I say we just leave it here!” He grumbled and Y/n was really wanting to take the latter on just returning to the lady and saying they couldn’t chase her last chicken down, it traveled way too far from town it almost had Y/n wondering if this wasn't the animals first time running off this far, it’ll explain why no one else wanted to collect her chickens.
“Yeah, I’d say we just head back and build her a new pen while we’re at it, I’ll be damned if I have to chase down chickens again.” Cuphead agreed, even though he did the bare minimum, she hadn’t seen him collect a single chicken yet or her eyes must have been lying to her.
“No, we have to catch that chicken! What’s the point in doing all of this if we can’t catch the chicken? We'd done all this for no reason!“ Mugman says in the most frustrated manner—he was mostly agitated about the chicken.
“Well.” Oswald starts and then looks at Felix.
“Felix you sneak up on it, don’t cats have great stealth skills?” He asks and Felix’s ears perked up as he silently looked at Oswald.
“Oh right. I forgot, you are a cat. We should have had you go and sneak up on it to begin with—would have saved us more time.” Donald deadpans and Felix looks over at the chicken.
“Well, I can try.” He says before walking from behind the tree.
“We need to corner it, so I can’t do this all by myself.” He tells them—clearly standing around wasn’t going to do them no good so they might as well make themselves helpful.
He squats down slowly and his eyes focused on the distracted chicken. Donald and Oswald wandered over to the side as Mugman went on another side—practically creating a circle so the chicken wouldn’t scamper off more than what it needed to, because lord forbid they did not need it running off again.
Y/n was still behind the tree—just deciding to stay there in case they somehow let the chicken go.
Panchito and Cuphead stayed near Y/n as they watched the four slowly close in on the chicken. Y/n hardly spent time focusing on them trying to get the chicken as her mind seemed to have wandered off, her eyes slowly wandered over to the deep part of the forest, she heard muttering from the others as they tried to sneak up on the pesky chicken—an alluring feeling pulled her away from the tree silently. There were tracks off in the direction she had been staring at—curiously gazing up at the trees which had leaves falling from its bare branches. The sun peeking from the trees and down onto the ground—the air had gotten cold—almost like she had wandered into a cold room with a fan that had been on the entire day.
A brisk breeze gently pushes past Y/n and she lets out a visible shiver. The more she walked the more noticed the air had gotten cold, she could see the small snow landing in the ground. Some snow already littered the ground but it wasn’t enough to where she was trudging through the snow.
The white puff of air left Y/n’s lips as her eyes danced around the snowy area, completely different from the area she had once been in but after some time on the offlands she noticed how there were different parts of the lands that had different climates, this was just one of the many ones.
Her eyes landed on a pond, iced over with a thick layer of ice. It was a big pond—big enough for anyone to go canoeing if they wanted to, if it wasn’t glazed over with a thick sheet of ice.
Y/n’s walk slowly soon came to a stop, the tips of her shoes digging in the ground before landing on the soles of her shoes. Curiously looking at the newly discovered area, she could see mountains a few distances ahead with snow covering its peak—there seemed to be no end of the frozen lake, and she was certain there had to be a ‘No Crossing Allowed’ sign somewhere.
The flakes of snow in the sky slowly fluttered down to earth, landing in Y/n’s hair and on the ground collecting with an already thick blanket of snow. Spunk slowly stopped behind Y/n and he gazed up at her in curiosity as to why she wandered off from everyone.
The brisk wind was cold and he could see the human let out a shiver as she moved to walk in the opposite direction to explore the area. Spunk silently trailing behind, small pawprints being left in his wake as he followed after Y/n’s shoeprints.
“This is weird.” He heard her whisper. Spunk quickly trotted over beside Y/n and looked up at her with big eyes. The human bent down and pressed her hands into the snow—picking it up and balling it in her hands, packing in the snow to be a snowball and dropping it onto the ground. Continuing on she felt the snow deep into her boots from her ankle—the cold feeling pricking at her feet. She glanced back up into the sky to see some birds flying in the distance, as they ventured off elsewhere. The leaves in the trees blowing in the wind—letting out a soft rustling as the clumps of snow fall from its branches and back onto the blanket of snow.
The sky was a pale grayish white—covering up the once blue sky with its monochrome gradient color. Y/n couldn’t remember the last time she actually sat outside in the cold for more than a few minutes. Most of the time she would just dash right back into the house to warm up next to a heater and sit and watch TV. Last she remembered playing in the snow was with a few of her elementary friends in school.
Squatting down onto the ground and placing her hands onto the snow—making a small print on it, Spunk walks over and looks down at Y/n’s hands before he moves closer and lays on top of her hands—the warmth from him heats up her hands and gently melts away at the snow—it felt like she was wearing mittens. The pup looks up at her before laying his head on the ground and closing his eyes. Y/n removes a hand from beneath Spunk and placed a hand on his back where he opens his eyes to look at her but his eyes quickly flicks behind her and he quickly stands up and fixing himself to a tense posture—letting out a not too intimidating growl he stared behind Y/n which caused her to quickly stand up and stand beside him to look behind her. Standing next to a tree was an elderly woman. Wearing a dark black cloak. A necklace made of pine wood decorated her neck. She had white curly hair and pale skin, her dark eyes stared at Y/n and her thin eyebrows furrowed for a moment.
“So we meet.” The woman’s voice prowled. Y/n couldn’t tell if the woman wanted to harm her or just was really weird. Y/n remained silent as she glanced to her side to see if she was talking to anyone else but the woman wasn’t.
Spunk jumps in front of Y/n and lets out a bark before sitting down between her legs. His body warming up her legs—despite Spunk not being too intimidating he did make great use of being her eyes and ears. She didn’t even know the woman was behind her nor how long she was standing there.
Y/n’s lips remained closed as her eyes cautiously examined the woman. The woman slowly gives a smile—which in Y/n’s opinion was..a tad bit nerve wracking. The woman turned her head to look off to the side—particularly nowhere but she removed her eyes from Y/n as she could tell how she seemed nervous under her gaze.
“You dislike being stared at.” She states. Which was actually true—Y/n had a pet peeve when people wouldn’t stop staring at her—it was something she developed in school at a young age, something that was so small yet Y/n made a big deal out of it. Her mother had to scold her for having tantrums about it but with the years passing, Y/n grew out of it. A little.
Y/n felt her shoulders slowly relax and return to its original position—she didn’t know she tensed up so bad but with with recent events with meeting new people that clearly didn’t like her and was out to see her dead—it was to nose surprise every other odd person would make her tense up abit. She felt like every day she stepped foot outside she had to glance behind her back every second.
The woman gives Y/n a sideways glance to see she was patiently looking at her.
“I knew Hector.” The woman turns her gaze to look at Y/n, in which she continues to stare at the woman.
“He always spoke about how he wanted a child, someone who he could explore the world with.”
“Who are you?” Y/n asks. That was really the only question she could think of—some lady randomly appearing and talking about Hector was clearly a bit concerning.
“Who are you?” The woman asks—whatever that was supposed to mean considering she clearly knew about Y/n. Maybe to an extent.
Y/n didn’t reply and the woman let out a soft laugh.
“I’m just joking with you, dear. I already know who you are.” She states and Y/n slowly furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“What?” Y/n muttered as the woman turned around and started to walk down a path that was behind her.
“I believe you’re still learning, the face print speaks for itself.” The woman starts to wander off and Y/n watches her for a moment and Spunk looks up at her.
“Follow, child.”
Y/n couldn’t really sense any danger coming from the woman but she was still hesitant and the woman could sense that.
“If I wanted to harm you I would have done that already.” She said, Y/n rocked back and forth on her feet before she trudged ahead.
-
“So, if you knew Hector, does that mean you know about the book? Oh—are you Hector’s friend?” Y/n was already asking the woman a handful of questions as she walked alongside with the woman.
“I met him when he first came to the offlands.” She answered.
“Then how are you still alive?” Y/n asks. She was certain that Hector was alive years ago—anyone his age would be 80 or even 90– minus Ruck and his run-ins with a witch.
“I’m a mage, dear. I don’t age.” Answered the woman. Y/n’s eyebrows slowly raised—yes she was told they existed a few times but standing right infront of one, she didn’t even know that woman was a witch until she mentioned it. She just seemed like some regular woman—it was odd to see witches in films who were portrayed as these green guys with long noses and a pointy hat.
“So..you don’t have an age?”
“Last I checked I remembered somewhere around 80.”
“How do I know you aren’t lying.”
“You ate a bread crumb from the ground this morning, you strongly believe in the 5 second rule.”
Y/n grew into a heavy silence. Her eyes flickering off to the side.
��yeah…that happened.
“Well…how did you know Hector when he got here?” Y/n soon moves on to the next subject at hand.
“Because he came to me, about you.” The woman looks over at Y/n who was already looking at her. Y/n tilts her head.
“Hector and his brother Ruck grew up with only each other. Surprisingly Hector was a family oriented young man. He found out that the book would be passed on to another generation, which is yours. And he was upset he wouldn’t be able to meet you.” The woman started and Y/n could remember back when Ruck immediately seemed to know who Y/n was.
“He came to me as there were no mages allowed on the mainland…” the woman’s eyes slowly turned to face forward as she trailed off.
“Who are you?” She asks Y/n.
“Y/n.”
The woman heard the human answer her question and she looked back at her to see Y/n was holding Spunk in her arms for warmth. Spunk laid his head on Y/n’s shoulder and the woman turned to look ahead.
“He wanted to see you, and I let him.”
Y/n smiled and perked up. “How?”
The woman brings a finger up to her temple and gently taps it. “Through vision. It’s a very strenuous thing to perform. But he was in wonders when he saw you.”
Y/n felt her smile slowly edge back onto her face—she hadn’t really thought much about Hector viewing her as anything—much less her thinking of him other than some walking star clearly. The woman slowly stops walking and Y/n looks ahead to see a small cottage—a puff of white smoke spilling from the chimney—snow littering the top of the roof and even on the porch. The woman didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all, not as much as Y/n.
“That is why I came to you. To show you his word he had out for you.” The woman continues down the path and to the porch of the house—Y/n following behind her as she holds onto Spunk like some portable heater.
The mage opens the door and wanders into the house with Y/n following behind. The warm air caused a shiver to run down Y/n’s spine as she gazed around. There were shelves of books stacked neatly. The wooden floor creaked under her shoes as her pupils danced around with all the trinkets that had their own glow—so witches did make potions!
The yellow glow of the candle lit up the room and the woman walked over to a table and sits down—there was a chair across from her and she waited for Y/n to come sit as expected but after moments passed and she looked over her shoulder she saw the human staring off at the displays of artifacts.
“What’s this?” Y/n sets Spunk down and the pup sits on the floor as Y/n leaned to look at a glass display of an arrow—similar to the one she had in her quiver.
“That’s Hector’s arrow.” The woman responds as she watches the human scamper around the room gazing upon all the things.
“He had a bow and arrow too?” Y/n asks, not breaking eye contact from the shelves of many books.
“Yes, he did.”
“So, you knew Hector for a long time.”
“For some time now.”
“You knew Ruck too?”
“We never really talked.”
Wow. She asked a lot of questions and that was a shocking thing to see how estatic the girl was over the man. Y/n turns and looks at the mage.
“Come sit.” The woman motions towards the table and Y/n walks over and sits down—Spunk’s scampering gently tapping against the wooden floor—Y/n sat sideways in her seat as she glanced around the small kitchen before facing forward and looking at the mage.
“Close your eyes. And empty your mind.” She says and Y/n closed her eyes—clearing it was a tad bit difficult considering her mind was always running with thoughts. She heard the woman shuffling across from her—causing Y/n to gently peek from her left eye—the woman placed a hand over Y/n’s eyes.
“I said close.”
“Sorry.”
The woman’s warm hand got warmer as the seconds passed—like a heated towel laid upon Y/n’s eyes.
“You watch. And listen. This will open roads for you as a person..and as a hero.” The woman tells. Y/n didn’t know what that meant but remained silent—her head felt light, almost like she was floating from her seat. It was dead silent, she could feel her heart beating in her ears. The room itself felt empty—vague of any life, her eyebrows twitched in uncertainty but she didn’t know what to say.
The warm feeling was still there but it didn’t feel like hands were on her eyes.
The sound of a muffled voice from behind a closed door reached Y/n’s ears, someone was talking, Y/n cautiously opened her eyes—squinting as if not to get caught opening her eyes again—but she met a dim room—which looked more like a bedroom than a kitchen that she was just seated at.
Fully opening her eyes, Y/n noticed she was standing up and looked down at her feet before back up to a closed door when she heard talking again.
“Stop asking stupid shit.”
“It was just a question, Jesus.”
Y/n wandered over to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob before slowly opening it to reveal a balcony over the living room she had just been discovering around with the mages' antiques moments ago. Surprisingly she hardly noticed the staircase leading upstairs. But what caught her interest were two young men standing in the front door way.
It was Ruck and Hector, considerably younger though. Y/n placed her hands on the railing of the balcony and gazed down at them. Hector had a brown travel bag around his shoulders—his dark hair slicked—but somehow slightly unkempt—gazing around the area excitedly. Ruck didn’t have a mustache as she thought he would have—but then again she only knew him when he was older—on his left eye was a white gauze and she remembered the eye that he couldn’t see from—she expected that he just couldn’t see from it from birth but now had the nagging feeling something probably caused it.
Ruck didn’t seem too interested in his surroundings as he looked over at the mage—what was standing in front of the two with the door in her hand—she didn’t seem to look any younger then again she also mentioned she couldn’t age.
“That..is a very dangerous procedure to go through.” The mage removes herself from the door and walks further into the cottage. Hector and Ruck follow behind.
“Yes..I was told that..” Hector says slowly almost like he knew she would say that, he rubbed his hands against his pants as he looked away from one of the bookshelves.
“But please. This is the last time I’ll be on this island before I’ll have to leave for Ruby Falls.” He starts as he follows the mage into the kitchen.
“I was told you were the best mage here in the offlands. And that you know about the book, and that you have the power to have a glimpse in time.” Hector states and the mage sits down at the table and gazes at the man who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“I mean—if that’s possible—“
“Are you here for understanding your journey? I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. The book chooses who it will and I can’t subject it—but I do have other knowledge.” The woman states. Hector falls silent for a moment—he clearly didn’t understand what that meant, he glanced over his shoulder to Ruck who only slowly shrugs in response.
“If..it’s about the fall.” Hector looks back at the mage. “I don’t wish to hear it.”
“But you are the wielder of the book Mr. Vendolez. It’s not wise to shy away from the truth.” The woman prodes and Hector lets out a strained laugh before shuffling on his feet.
“Oh please! I’m not shying away from anything—moving on—” he quickly moves on the subject at hand he originally came to the mage for.
“I would like to see if perhaps—maybe in the future, we would have any family.” Hector brings up. The mage was silent for a moment and Hector couldn’t tell if she was debating or just finding his question absurd and stupid.
“It’s just in case anything were to happen to us in the long run.” Hector says quietly as the mage stares at him.
“It’s sterenous.” She soon says and Hector perks up when she starts to speak.
“But I fear you might need it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ruck asks from the background—Hector glanced over his shoulder to Ruck and quickly shook his head. He would not let his brother destroy this only opportunity he had—after searching through many witches through the offlands and finally finding one who specialized in small future visions, he couldn’t let this moment fall through his fingers.
“Sit.” The woman motions over to the table with two other chairs in which Hector walked over and sat down. When he did he looked over to Ruck who was still standing before glancing at the seat next to him which Ruck silently walked over to and sat down next to Hector. The mage had stood up from her seat as he did so and she walked over to Hector and lifted a hand to his head. Snapping a strand of hair from his head. Hector flinched harshly and raised a hand to his head and looked up at the mage before she walked back over to her seat and placed the strand of hair on the middle of the table.
She wandered over to the side of the room where the cabinet was—opening it she started rummaging through the cabinets and Ruck gave his brother a sideways glance.
“Are you sure about this? I hear looking into the future isn’t too good on someone’s mind..she just basically said you’re going to die soon.” Ruck lowered his voice so Hector could hear. Hector gently placed his hands on the table.
“Well..this makes this all the better. You know I always wanted a child—“
“Jesus Christ.” Ruck deadpans as Hector chuckled before placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. “We knew something would be bound to come around soon. I’m certain if there is someone in the future to take the book they’ll have better care for it than what me and the others had for it..”
Ruck didn’t reply back as the mage placed scented twigs on the table, near the strand of hair. She takes a piece of cotton from her pocket and leans her hand over to a wall where it caught fire from the candle lighting up the room. Placing the lit cotton on the sticks and hair strand. It caught the flames and started eating away, she sat back in her chair and the sweet smell of pine wood danced around the room, the flames standing on the table.
After a brief moment of silence, the mage looks at Hector.
“She’s generations down.” She answered and he immediately smiled at the answer.
“And she is your granddaughter—“
“Great! I’m going to be a grandfather—who woulda knew!” Hector shouts in glee and frantically shakes Rucks’s shoulders, Ruck blinking frantically at the shaking before looking at Hector who seemed to want to shoot out of his seat.
“Tell me. What is her name?” Hector asks.
“Y/n.” The mage answered and Hector’s smile widened.
“She is a weak soul.”
“Well—some children go through some devastation—probably won’t learn to ride a bike like I did.” Hector brushed it off but the mage continued on.
“Where is she?” Ruck asks. The woman placed her forearms on the table. “Close your eyes.”
The two stared at the mage for a moment before closing their eyes—Hector a tad bit too excited as he peeked an eye open and the mage furrowed her eyebrows.
“Close.”
“Sorry.” He immediately apologized.
The mage closes her eyes as well and inhales the room falling into a deep silence—seconds seem to have passed by—and frantic sound of shuffling on the floor emits around the room. Hector slowly opened his eyes at the sound as did Ruck—Hector’s eyes landed on a small hand holding onto the chair of the mage and peeking up at him and Ruck was a child. No older than the age of 6. She quickly dips back behind the chair.
“Here she is.” The mage announced before standing up from her chair and glancing behind it. Ruck and Hector stood up from the chairs and both wandered around the table to look behind the chair and there sat a small child, wearing a brown dress—that seemed a tad bit tattered but that was the least of his worries.
“What the fuc-“ Ruck was cut off by Hector.
“Magnificent!” Hector shouts with glee. The e/c eyes gazed up at Hector and a wide toothy smile stretched on the child’s face as Hector quickly kneeled down and picked the child up.
“Isn’t she just the most adorable thing, ain’t that right? Look at that smile!” Hector held the child in front of him, her legs dangling in the air.
“Is this really her?” Ruck asks the mage who shook her head.
“A vision. She doesn't exist in this world yet.” The mage explained as Hector walked forward—holding the child above his head—Y/n burst into a fit of giggles as Hector smiled up at her. The child reached her arms out and opened her mouth before chomping down on the air—her teeth clinking together as if she were aiming to bite something.
“Oh—what is that you’re doing?” Hector cooed at the child before bringing her closer and placing her on his hip—resting his arm under her leg he turned to Ruck and smiled. “Look! She’s your niece!” He exclaims and Ruck looks at the child who was already looking at him. His eyes then flickered back to Hector who moved to hold Y/n in front of him.
“It’s a shame I won’t be there to see you.” He says and Y/n stared at Hector silently before smiling and covering her face—in which he chuckled.
He placed the child down onto the ground and she immediately pounced at his leg—wrapping her arms around his leg—similar to a kitten pouncing at something—Hector smiled before moving his leg back.
Ruck looked at the mage as Hector became busy with the time spent playing with Y/n, which was him obnoxiously running around the house with the child.
“Does she survive?” He asks.
“I can’t see that. As stated, actions from the book affect me, that is something that is determined in time.”
The child latched onto Hector’s leg and laughed and lifted up a leg and she had a tight grip on his leg —dangling in the air as she stared up at him he let out another laugh.
“I like this kid!”
Hector kneeled down to the child who had unlatched herself from his leg, Y/n sat down on the ground as she smiled at Hector, a hand raising up to touch at his forehead.
“I’m certain she’ll do just fine.” Hector says—the child was busy making incoherent babbling and watched as the man stood up and glanced between Ruck and the mage.
“Will she survive?” He asks.
“She can’t tell.” Ruck answered for the mage.
“Speak to her.” The mage says before her eyes flickered down to the child seated on the floor who was already looking up at the three. Hector looks back down at the child before slowly squatting back down to her level.
“Yes..let’s see..” he starts. Thinking about what to say as the child silently stared at him.
“I can’t entirely read the future—well I can’t at all.. but I won’t be there when you’re in the process of your own journey.” He starts. The child continued to stare at the man and he was certain she couldn’t understand him at all—not a thought running around in that mind of hers.
“You win some you lose some—that’s what Ruck tells me. But me personally.” Hector lowered his voice so only the child could hear him. “But me personally I’d rather win them all. But we can’t win everything can we?”
The child slowly smiled before Hector silently laughed. “If you—at any time would hear this. You are a strong kid. Even if something happens in the line of your journey. You have the greatest bond anyone could ever have.”
The child’s pupils dilated and a soft sound came from her mouth. Hector smiled once more and placed his hands on her arms.
“I heard as time goes—people lose touch of where they came from. Me and Ruck don’t have much to offer from our name—but I hope you’re strong enough to put a start to saving mankind.”
“I’ll be glad to be dead and gone if the time even comes.” Ruck muttered under his breath and Hector looked at his brother—before looking back at the child.
“I might just pay someone to cast a spell on Ruck to keep him here.” Hector jokes with a small laugh and Ruck remains silent, surely it was to get back at the small prank he pulled on Hector a few hours ago.
Hector was silent for a moment before looking at the mage.
“What do I tell her?”
“Your discoveries, in time if she has the heart to enter this world to embark on her own journey, that is where I’ll find her. And show her your message to you.” The mage responds finally giving some useful response.
Hector raises an eyebrow. “How? She’s not here yet.”
“I will show her this memory.”
Hector tilted his head in interest—something sparking in him as he opened his mouth silently. “Like—a recording?”
The mage nods at his comparison.
“Thought she won’t be able to remember this if she isn’t here yet.” Ruck states and the mage looks at him. “She won’t.” The woman glances down at the child still silently sitting on the floor.
“But when the time comes where she exists in the world—hopefully with no failure, she looks back at it, and if she so happens to come to the offlands where I find her. She’ll be listening right now.” The mage flickers her gaze off to the side of the room where Y/n had wandered from down the stairs to sit on them and watch the four in the living room.
Hector looked over to where the woman was looking at but didn’t see anything standing there. But to Y/n it was like he looked directly right at her. His gaze didn’t last too long onto her before looking back down at the child who was still silently looking up at him.
“I would advise you to hurry and tell her your discovery.” The mage points a finger back at the table where the fire was starting to dwindle down.
“When the fire dies away, so will she. And I’m afraid that is the only time I will be allowed to grant you the wish to see her.”
Hector slowly nods—quickly tracking through his brain, he didn’t rehearse for this so he didn’t want to fumble too bad.
“You..I was told—you will be gifted with a gift. A power that no man has ever had before. A mark that will be given to you for the greater good, to not only to protect yourself from the darkness, but to protect the world.”
The child silently stared up at Hector as he slowly stopped talking. “I couldn’t do it. They wanted me to have it—but I told them to pass it onto you..because the war wouldn’t happen in my time—but yours. I don’t have the others with me, I unfortunately lost them during our journey, and I hope you don’t lose any of yours, whoever they may be.”
Hector sits down on the floor and takes his backpack off, placing it on the ground and soon opening it, scuffling through it he then pulls out the book that Y/n tried her hardest to understand—and clearly not get taken away as so many people tried getting their hands on it.
“This book. Is powerful. Don’t lose it, from what I gathered, it guides you. I don’t really understand the meaning of it, but I did find some pretty interesting things about different creatures—pretty neat in my opinion.” He opened the book and started flipping through the pages, the child looked down at the book to see various picture of sketches and words that she clearly couldn’t comprehend.
“There’s this—cave in the offlands, here.” He flips to a page that seemed to be a drawn map of land—which was the offlands—a circle marked on the map—marking a location.
“This, is where I found out about the mark. You can go there and there’s these pretty clever women there—they’re goddesses of storytelling and vision. They were the ones that told me about the magic power of it and as well as the shadow realm, which I believe is the problem to all of this—it’s my speculation. But if you have the time, go there. They speak about the world and what will happen—and about the stone to Ruby Falls.” The more Hector spoke the more frantic he got as the fire soon started to fade away—whereas the child tilted her head at him in confusion with his bantering.
The mage looks at the fire that had diminished into nothing but ashes and golden embers, when she looked back the child was gone and Hector stood up before slowly closing the book.
“I don’t know if I explained enough.” Hector says before looking at the mage.
Y/n had been standing at the bottom of the staircase, her hand on the railing as she watched Hector then look at Ruck.
“I’m certain she’ll come through whenever or wherever.” Ruck responds and Hector slowly nods as he wanders back over to his brother to stand beside him. The mage looks over to Y/n in which the human looks back at her.
“Who are you?” The mage asks yet again and Y/n’s eyebrows twitch in confusion. “Y/n.” She responds.
The background where Ruck and Hector was standing had darkened leaving only the mage and Y/n.
“I don’t have magic.” Y/n responds, of course she had a million things running through her head. Seeing Hector in the flesh, and Ruck, hearing Hector give her some semi hint—but what stood out the most was him mentioning magic—but she didn’t have any. And she was certain if she did she most certainly would have known that by now. Or at least she thought so.
“Does that bother you?” The woman asks. And that set Y/n back, did it bother her?
Y/n remained silent as she stared at the woman.
“You will be in denial. That is something normal for all living things, follow Hector’s guidance.”
Y/n shuffled on her feet and gave a strained smile. “Okay…is..that something I’m supposed to be concerned about?”
“Close your eyes.”
Y/n slowly nods before closing her eyes as told—this time without peeking.
When she opened her eyes she felt the cold air nipping away at her. The sound of the wind wisping by and the feeling of snow reaching her ankles. The snowy path from before was in front of her. Y/n turns around to see the frozen lake and looks down to see Spunk looking up at her.
She was back in the same spot as before.
A wave of confusion hit Y/n as she scrunched her face up—she had been through a lot of things but that by far was one of the most confusing scenarios she had been through.
Yet—she was certain it happened. The woman was a witch afterall..
“Damn..” Y/n whispered. Raising a hand to her head before slowly trudging away and back to the path she had first found the frozen lake. Spunk walked beside her as he hopped up and down in the snow to get a better advantage at walking.
“That doesn't make sense.” Y/n muttered to herself. Not at the fact that she managed back outside. But what Hector said. Some goddess was going to gift him some ability to stop something—but gave it to Y/n instead? Yet she didn’t even remotely have anything magic related to her. Not to mention, Hector unfortunately died, and she had a feeling he knew he would. If he did, and she couldn’t even finish some gym course without tiring herself out—what the hell was she supposed to do with some future Armageddon, she didn’t have magic, that she was certain of, whatever goddess gave him that information was wrong. Unless they decided to just not give it to her, sort of like picky colleges only accepting students that fit their criteria.
Hell, Y/n wouldn’t even pick herself to save the world- sure let’s give the human magic to save mankind when they can’t even walk across a wooden bridge without falling off of it.
Spunk barks and Y/n looks ahead to see if he was barking at someone but didn’t see anything, when she looked back down at him he was looking at her. Spunk stopped walking and sat down on the ground.
“What?” Y/n asks. Spunk gently perks his ears up before standing back up to his fours and pressing his nose Y/n’s leg.
The human stared down at Spunk before reaching down and placing a hand to his head and smiling.
“Come on..let’s get back to the others.”
-
“It was so weird. She randomly just disappeared out of nowhere.” Y/n says—she was seated on a log with Felix seated on the ground with Spunk in his lap. The others were busy in the background discovering what the land had to offer in the wooded area. When she made it back to the others they were still in the same exact spot—thankfully with the chicken.
When they returned the chickens back to the lady, she was ecstatic—and of course Donald had to scold her for making a better pen, he did not want to repeat finding those chickens again. But they all decided to pause momentarily in doing good deeds—well, Felix and Y/n did so he could continue to teach her to use the bow and the others were supposed to go off and finish some good deeds but decided to tag along—knowing their full intentions were to be lazy.
Y/n slowly stopped talking when she saw the look Felix was giving her. His head was facing Spunk but he was giving Y/n a sideways glance with squinted eyes.
“Which..I didn’t mean to walk off, sorry.” She immediately backtracks. Wandering off from the group and coming back telling a story about how one met a witch was probably not a good look. Especially being out in an area she knew little to nothing of.
“You know I’m starting to think you may be more trouble than Cuphead..” Felix chuckled and Y/n smiled gently.
“Well. I think it’s rather cool you got a glimpse of the past- if you can call it that. Maybe what Hector told you about that goddess is true.” Felix states and Y/n thought about it, he did tell her to go to some cave, maybe that would also lead them somewhere or give them some sort of information? That..was a lot though, they already had a full plate with little time—making rounds to a cave lord knows how long would definitely knock off time but it had to be done if they expect to do anything useful with themselves in finding out all that’s going on. Certainly everyone wouldn’t mind a small trip from the town for maybe a day.
“Yeah…” she started. And Felix glanced at her as he watched the human gaze off into the trees.
“So, you’re not gonna tell me why your eyebrow is scratched?” Felix brings up. Y/n flickers her eyes to him in confusion.
“I did. Some guy didn’t like me earlier today.”
“You don’t seem too happy about that.”
Y/n grew silent before bringing a hand up and rubbing at the back of her neck—gently pulling at the small hairs at the nape of her neck.
“It was so embarrassing..you should have seen me. It was like the entire building didn’t like me. The course was hard and I broke a few nails climbing a wall. Then I got my ass kicked while doing the course and I hit my head—the constructor also doesn't like me.” She stops talking before looking at him.
“It was awful.” She confessed. Felix stared at Y/n for a moment before looking back down at Spunk who got up from his lap to go wandering off somewhere else—finding something more entertaining. He then moved and sat down on the log next to Y/n.
“Well you stood your ground just fine it seems.” He starts. The human looks away from him and over to a tree. That Spunk had been sniffing at, her eyebrows twitched and Felix gently tilted his head to look at her.
“You know you don’t have to win the contest..right?”
Y/n’s eyes flickered to him. “I’m aware.” That wasn’t her main objective to win..before that was. But with the way things played out earlier this morning, she was really considering otherwise..
The sheer embarrassment of what just happened made her not want to show her face back up in the place, but that small sense of inner turmoil and confidence was telling her otherwise.
She was still brand spanking new with using a bow and arrow, and she could barely make it out of the course with her skin intact with her body, there was no way she was making it with the finals.
“If I don’t win, I’m literally going to be the laughing stock of town. I can sorta make a few shots with the bow—but I still suck at it.”
“Then we’ll sit out here for as long as you’d like so you can learn to use it.” Felix offers. Y/n perked up at that offer—surely Felix still needed rest, she was positive it would take more than just a few hours in the day for her to learn to properly use the bow. But she needed it, clearly.
“We won’t be going to sleep if that’s the case.” She joked and Felix chuckled before shaking his head. “I can take staying up for a few hours. Besides, I’m sure Ruck would be glad to see you staying up a few more hours to work on your archery skills, shows him you’re at least trying.”
Y/n slowly nods at that statement, she also wanted to show Ruck she could be serious when the time comes—which to her she was a pretty serious person…to an extent.
Felix noticed Y/n’s silence and gently placed a hand on the back of her neck. “I promise you before you start out with the contest, you’ll make a hit with an arrow.”
Listening to his promise, Y/n felt a newfound motivation stir in her.
“Can I learn to shoot an arrow with fire!”
“Absolutely not.”
-
Ruck wandered down the path of the wooded area—the leaves crunching under his shoes was oddly quiet in the serene environment. The birds chirping in the sky and the sound of water trickling from a stream a few feet away was relaxing enough to put a baby to sleep. It was relaxing…
That’s if he didn’t know Y/n was trailing right behind him.
Y/n had found Ruck in town with Meek and Don—the two were actually the ones who dragged him out to explore the town up until he walked away to get some alone time, which Y/n had followed behind him like a moth to a flame. She had told Felix she was off to speak to Ruck after their short conversation and she was grateful to even find the guy almost immediately when she headed back into town.
Not to mention she was proud of herself for remembering the trail back into town with the many times they took it now.
But she followed behind him silently all the way out of town, Ruck didn’t know she was behind him until he heard a twig snap from behind him 4 minutes into walking. And the rest of the 10 minutes was him tossing his alone time out of the window to see how long it would take for the kid to actually speak and not just follow behind him.
Ruck furrowed his eyebrows before slowly stopping in his walk. Y/n slowly stopped as well and silently stood a few feet behind Ruck.
The still silence in the air was enough for the birds to stop in their melody for a moment. Ruck moves and turns around to look at Y/n who was already looking at him silently, like some bite sized stalker.
“Jesus kid..what.” Ruck grumbled. Y/n slowly smiled before placing her hands behind her back. Rocking back and forth on her feet as she stared at him.
“So…I was thinking.” She starts and Ruck sighed through his nose heavily, like he knew she was going to place some outlandish offer on the table. Which that wasn’t the fact—well to her that wasn’t.
“It’s not bad! Just listen!” Y/n quickly extends her arm out as if she was stopping him from talking just in case he did.
She stayed there for a brief moment in silence as if waiting for Ruck to say something. Which he noticed before lifting an eyebrow. “Go on..”
“I was thinking maybe you could train me to be more resilient for the contest.”
Ruck remained silent as he stared at Y/n and that made her nervous—did he not agree?
“The contest is in 4 days, you don’t have enough time to train, you know how much time it takes for something like that?” He questioned her and Y/n had no clue. She hadn’t touched a weight ever.
Y/n pressed her lips together and squinted her eyes at him.
“C’moooon. Family bonding, it’ll be a neat thing!” She tried to persuade but Ruck remained silent with a nonchalant expression. Y/n straightens her posture and clears her throat.
“Take it to the extreme, I’ll toss myself off a plane to show you, I can take training days! Felix is helping me with my archery, you help me in agility and all that. Might not be enough time, but I’m a fast learner, I promise!” Y/n locked her hands together and pleads;
“Please! Please! PLEASE! I can’t make myself look like a fool in front of the town. You saw how I got my ass kicked today, if that happens again I’m nothing in the name of a Vendolez!” She cried out. Her demeanor quickly changed to that of desperation, she couldn’t go out like this.
Ruck slowly blinks as Y/n continues saying—‘Please!’ Frantically in the background. Ruck didn’t have to do anything. But considering how quite literally he couldn't say no to her simply because the kid genuinely was trying to make something of herself, he slowly shook his head at the annoying pleas that kept falling from her mouth.
“Okay..” he said over the pleases but they kept continuing on and he furrowed his eyebrows at that.
“Okay!” He raised his voices, Y/n shot up from the ground she once had fallen down from her short tantrum.
“Yes!” She shouts in glee and wraps her arms around Ruck in a tight hug, in which he stumbles slightly at the sudden action, baffled by her sudden affectionate behavior he gazes down at her as she jumps up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Pulling away Y/n runs around him in joy.
“So what’s first! Swimming?! Catching fish again? Oh! I can climb the tree much faster now!”
Y/n was about to scamper off to show him before Ruck grabbed her by the back of her shirt—putting her in a halt.
“We’ll start tomorrow morning. We can skip the morning classes.” He says and releases her, she gives her a confused look.
“But, the training is the actual course. And—clearly fighting.” She grumbled about that last part. Her altercation with Stinks left a sour taste in her mouth about him.
“While you were off prancing around doing whatever, I checked in with the conductor after your first round of training—“
“Why were you speaking with the conductor?” Y/n questioned and Ruck squinted his eyes at her.
“Shut it.”
“Sorry.” She immediately apologized.
“Like I was saying, I checked in with the constructor with what will be in the contest along with the finals. You’re doing more than some obstacle race.” He says.
“What does that mean?”
“You’re in for one hell of a training.”
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LOBO SONORA
Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza x Reader
Anon asked: Hi! I hope your doing okay💜 I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is an old lady (you can write this for any member of the Mayans, I didn't think of anyone specifically) and she seems like this cozy housewife but one day she kicks the shit out a burglar and she explains to her family that she is the daughter of a crime boss and she was taught how to fight by him and other members of her family. I hope you have a great day / night and thank you💜💜💜💜
Word Count: 1.3k
Author comments: What about a second part? This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.
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“Shit, baby, wait!”
Tranq stops his bike, like Bishop and Taza does. You were about to have dinner at the ranch, when you noticed that your phone isn't inside your pocket.
“Just one second, caballeros!”
The front yard of the clubhouse is empty, with the lights turned off, so taking off the helmet from your hair you lead your steps towards the porch. Coming in and illuminating the living room, you have one quickly look to the poker table, finding your phone there. Grabbing it, you turn around hearing some steps walking closer.
“I foun— ¿Quién chingados eres tú?” (Who the hell are you?)
A man wearing a spooky mask is in front of you, pointing you with a gun and making a gesture with his free hand for you to close the door. But even if the logic would ask for help, it's the first time in seven years that someone threatens you like that and your body reacts before your brain. The guy is close enough to be hitten by your right leg, going straight to his forearm to make the gun fall down, getting shot in the meantime. The bullet impacts in the virgin, alerting the Mayans.
The man tries to hit you back, but you use the helmet to punch him on the face, unbalancing him to the left, before squatting to move your leg from his right ankle to his heels; making him fall to the floor. Everything happens in less than three seconds, when your husband and the other two mexicans appear.
“Are you okay?” Tranq runs towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, while you nod somewhat nervously.
Bishop takes off the mask from the man, but they look at you two, before looking at Taza. No one knows him.
“Who has sent you?”
“Lobo Sonora”. He replies between some painful growls. “Her father”.
“What?” Your husband looks confused, taking some steps away from you. And you can't blame him. You never told him who you really are.
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“Madre de los Mayas” that's how the whole Cali knows you by. The perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect friend. But you're far away to be perfect, you don't even want to be it. You just take care of your chosen family, like your blood family never did. You ran away from Sonora when your father tried to make you marry someone you didn't love. Someone that used to denigrate you in several ways. And maybe Santo Padre was too close from your hometown, Hermosillo, but you didn't care about it. Your father knows pretty well where you are, but for a damn time he respected your decision. Now, you would like to know what the hell he wants, after almost eight years without crossing the border.
But first, you have to answer some questions that you never thought you would have to answer.
The three men are sitting in their respective chairs, while you had a seat on the other front of the main table inside the Templo. It's been a couple hours since you caught the mexican your father sent to have contact with you, without using phones. Tranq looks disappointed, bemused and furious. All in one. All because of you and your half truths.
“I love you”. You say when Bishop is about to talk. “I really do, Hank”.
“I don't trust you anymore. I don't know who you are… And all I care about, right now, is my club”.
“Brother, let her explain himself”. Taza says raising a hand to calm your husband.
“I don't want”. He simply replies, before getting up from his chair.
“Hank, listen…”
“Don't fucking dare to talk to me”. He points you with a forefinger, when you try to face him before leaving the Templo.
Sitting down again, you nail your elbows on the table starting to cry, sinking your face into your palms. It hurts the other men too. They know you're not a liar. They know you're not a traitor. So they wait in silence for you, to explain yourself.
“I ju—just ran away from Sonora… I didn't wa—want to follow his orders”. You say after some minutes, between sobs and deep breaths.
“What orders, querida?”
“My father… My father wanted me to ma—marry a Vato”.
“One of El Palo's men?” Che leans over the table, shaking his head slightly.
You nod.
“You, better than anybody in the Mayans, knows what it means”.
“And that's it…?”
“Beatings, rapes, scapegoats…” The Apache turns to the mexican, making him lying on his chair snorting and rubbing his face. “That's what they do to their wives, hermano. That's for what they use them”.
“I ha—have information about my father… that could burn down his empire. I wi—will give it to you, if you want it”.
“I believe you, (Y/N). You don't have to prove us a shit, okay?” Bishop highlights then, letting you breathe for a second. Turning to the vice, he has a drag from his cigar. “Find out why they sent that pendejo for. I'll talk with Tranq”.
“Bish…” You call him, while they get up from their chairs. “I'm sorry… I'm really sorry for not telling you about it. I tho—thought my father just… gave up on me”.
“Mamá Maya, estás salvo aquí”. (You're safe here) He replies caressing your left cheek with the back of his fingers. “Wait here”.
As soon as they leave you alone, closing the glass door, you break into pieces. You really appreciate that they trust in you, but if your husband doesn't, you're lost. You love him more than anything. You've been together for the last seven years and your love turned into a beautiful warrior called Alma. You can't imagine a day without waking up by his side, while your daughter jumps on the mattress. You can't imagine a night without watching your husband reading a story to your baby, before going to sleep together, telling him how much you love him in the intimacy of your room. You were living in hell for twenty years, until you found Tranq. He saved you.
When the door gets opened again, you're unable to turn around, recognizing his smell flooding the empty room. Closing it, he walks towards you, sitting on the next chair and resting his forearms against the edge of the table. His look is lost in the middle of nowhere, organizing his ideas inside his head, keeping silence and making you feel scared.
“Why did you leave Sonora?”
“My father wa—wanted me to marry Pablo Santos”.
You know that you don't need to say anything else, when he turns his face and his attention towards you.
“Does your father know about me, about Alma?” You nod slowly. “Did you tell him?”
“The last time I talked with him wa—was eight years ago”. Shaking your head and cleaning the tears, you curl a leg against your chest above the chair. “But he is ‘Lobo Sonora’, he knows everything”.
“You should go home”. Tranq just says, getting up with a heavy snort.
“Hank, please”. Quickly, you hold his hand standing up. “Please… don't leave me. I beg you”.
“I'll stay here to know what your father wants”.
“I will wait for you, then. Alma is… with Leti till tomorrow”.
“(Y/N)...”
“Please”.
Your husband cups your face into his huge hands, leaning forward to kiss your forehead and all that you can feel is your legs about to falter. He catches your lips between his in a dearly kiss, caressing your cheeks with both thumbs. So warm, so gentle, like he usually is with you.
“Go to my room, try to sleep. I'll be there in a few”.
“I love you”. You just say, letting a tear run away from your left eye.
“I know it, vida mía. I know it”.
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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 1)
Hi my lovelies! This was supposed to be an oneshot for my beloved Capitán but I have so many ideas that I can’t so it’ll be divided into chapters. I actually dreamt with this story and had to write it. Armando may seem sweet here but don’t be fooled. Will be uploaded to AO3 as soon as possible with my other works, I'll publish the link here. Spanish to English translations at the end of the chapter.
Things to note:
This is an AU where the crew was freed from the curse, Jack Sparrow and basically everyone in Barbossa’s ship were killed by them and they went back to Spain. Pirates of the Caribbean (this movie at least) has a very confusing universe and I don’t think the timelines fit so I took some liberties with that. They were not gone for too long (25 years in my head though it felt longer for the crew while cursed).
For historic accuracy (someone has to care about that, right Disney?) I gave the reader a Spanish family name and set names for her parents.
Although I speak Spanish, it’s not my first language so I’m here begging for forgiveness for any mistakes and also begging for corrections if that’s the case.
Enjoy!
Life in Cádiz was monotonous to say the least. The city was not big and most of the life in it revolved in the Armada: if you did not work there, you probably knew someone who did, a friend or a family member. In your case it was your dad, Almirante Caballero. Your relationship with him was good. He was a honorable man, with a stable income that was more than enough to provide for his family and keep a big house. You had no complaints even with the long periods of absence in you childhood, a part of you knew it was part of the job.
Recently though, the whole Armada seemed restless and the rumours were endless. The crew of La Maria Silenciosa was back from the dead, freed from a supposed curse that seemed too fantastic to be real even to you and coming back to Spain after years of being declared dead to the world. You remember clearly as a child how the widows wept, the families broken as they received the news, the ship being late to their return, no communication from the captain and pirate activity on the rise again, the rumours reaching the Spanish shores in no time. The crew had passed, the ship was destroyed and the pirate named Jack Sparrow was to blame.
The captain and the lieutenant were your dad’s closest friends and the loss of such an esteemed member of his life destroyed a part of him you thought you would never see again. The friendly, warm shimmer in his eyes was gone since then and your mother begged him to leave the Armada, that they could survive somewhere else and do something else but he refused every time; Armando Salazar had renewed his will to get rid of the pirates, a goal they shared, and to protect his country. Now, with his return, your father seemed eager to receive him, to have him back to his house, show what had happened in these years.
That’s why today, standing in a beautiful blue dress the same shade of the sea that bathed Cádiz, you stood beside your father in front of the docks to greet them, eyes trained on its sails. How was it possible for the ship to be back in shape, like nothing happened to it? You don’t remember the captain or teniente Lesaro but you were just as nervous. Would they look like what the rumours said? Would they be aggressive, rude? So immersed and nervous you were that you did not notice the ship anchoring, the officers leaving and the families hugging and crying in celebration to have their loved ones back until your father’s strong voice shouted.
“¡Armando! ¡Guillermo!”
His voice sounded strained and you looked at your parents for the first time since arriving. Your mother had tears in her eyes, a hand covering her mouth and your dad did not look much better. He almost ran to the officers and embraced them, as did your mother, though the captain and the lieutenant were not in your line of sight for you to evaluate their reactions. That did not stop you from seeing their arms embracing your father too and the sobs that left his chest made your eyes go wide.
You stood there, uncomfortable, until your father walked with all three in your direction.
“I trust you remember mi hija, ¿[Y/N]?”, your father asked and you gave them a little curtsy. The eyes of the captain were trained on you the whole time, the weight of it was borderline oppressive. Lesaro smiled at you and nodded, taking your hand and planting a soft kiss to the back of it. The captain did the same, his eyes still piercing yours and bringing a soft blush to your cheeks.
“I certainly do, Hugo, though she was much smaller when we left these shores.”, Lesaro added with a smile. “A lot of time has passed, ¿eh?”
Your father agreed, “Sí, mucho tiempo. We have a lot to talk, Guillermo, over a glass of wine. I trust you and Armando have decided on staying with us for the time being?”
“Sí, I don’t believe we have other option and I look forward to having a real meal, fresh and delicious. Is Lucia still working for you?”, the captain replied and you started walking to your house together, your father giving them a briefing of life and happenings in Cádiz and the Armada while they were gone. Every now and then the captain’s gaze layed on you and you wanted to hide, the walk seemed endless.
In the house, the afternoon passed calmly and quickly. You didn’t see them the entirety of it, both men staying in the guest rooms to rest and get some energy back after the weight of the journey and their final battle. You walked through the gardens until a maid called you in for dinner.
Your father was happy and it showed in his face and actions. The capitán and the teniente seemed equally happy to be around the living and eating a well made, hot meal. After you were finished you stood up and excused yourself, resuming your walk in the garden with a book in your hands until you heard steps from behind.
“You are not very talkative, señorita. ¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato?”
You turned around, your eyes finding his on instinct. “Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán. I am merely giving you the opportunity to talk to my father, your absence had a great impact on him.”
His eyes softened at that and he hummed gently, stepping closer to you. “Lo siento, señorita. I am afraid my time away from the living has taken some of my social skills.” He offered you his arm as an apology, to which you promptly took and resumed your walk.
“Do not fret over that, capitán, it is understandable. But does it not make you uncomfortable to speak about it? The curse, these years? You seem so at ease.”
He chuckled then, his free hand resting on top of yours on his elbow and his fingers flexed, as if appreciating the warmth of the touch. “It is...a numb feeling, I admit. I used to think I would not wish to talk about it if we were ever set free but now I find it does not bring me any feeling. Besides, I presume there will be a lot of explanations to give to the Armada, so my talking is not over.”
You smiled and nodded in sympathy, “You have quite a tale to tell, capitán. All of you do. And it could be quite hard to tell it, some might be disbelieving but you have friends in this house, I am sure you will be back on the sea in no time.”
“I do not think of sailing again, señorita. I’m afraid my time in a ship is over.”
Her eyebrows raised, “You will not? The Armada has relieved you of duty?”
“You’re an inquisitive one, señorita.”, he chuckled again. “I believe this information is classified and therefore not for a civilian’s ears.” Another chuckle at your indignant huff and then silence for the rest of your walk. He took you back inside, leaving you by the doors of your room and leaving with a kiss to the back of your hand once more.
“Buenas noches, señorita.”
“Buenas noches, capitán.”
“Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando.”
“Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre. [Y/N].”
“Pues. Buenas noches, [Y/N].”
“Buenas noches, Armando.”
Spanish translations:
Armada = how the Spanish navy is called
Almirante = Admiral
La Maria Silenciosa = The Silent Mary
Mi hija = My daughter
Sí, mucho tiempo = Yes, a long time
Señorita = miss
¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato? = Cat got your tongue?
Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán = I’m perfectly capable of speaking, captain
Buenas noches, señorita = Goodnight, miss.
Buenas noches, capitán = Goodnight, captain.
Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando = Call me by my name, miss. Armando.
Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre = Then I tell you the same, Armando. Call me by my name
Pues buenas noches = Then goodnight
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Donald Duck: The Best There Ever Was
Fandom: Ducktales
Main Character: Donald Duck
Couples(?): Donald x José x Panchito/The Three Caballeros
Reader Pronouns: No Reader
A/N: Oh wow! I’m not dead! And I got into Ducktales for the first time since I was seven! Anywho, I miss Donald so I wrote this. Dedicated to @ghostmaster83 for getting me back into this show.
Donald has grown tired of it all. Living in the shadow of a mouse who's only emotion was happiness. Being constantly labeled as the "angry bird". Getting made fun of and hurt all for the purpose of making a few children laugh at his misfortunes.
For once, Donald began to sympathize with Oswald, the oh-so "lucky" rabbit that managed to be replaced by Mickey. But at least Oswald had managed to become the overrated underrated character. Donald had stayed the same in the eyes of the public (or at least that's how he viewed it). The same Donald "not as good as Mickey or Goofy" Duck. And poor Donald had come to the conclusion that that was always how it was going to be.
However, Donald had not always been the best at jumping to the correct conclusion.
***
There Donald sat, in his reclining chair, taking in the articles scattered across the daily newspaper. Things had been a bit different since he left Mickey and the rest of the gang. He no longer cared for having to live in Mickey's shadow because no one in Duckburg knew who the hell Mickey was.
Donald Duck was in Duckburg now. And he was happy. Because it was in Duckburg that Donald raised his three nephews. Where he reunited with his uncle, whom he thought he would hate till the end of his days. Where he rediscovered his love of adventure. Where he accidently adopted young Webby Vanderquack.
It was in Duckburg where Donald met up with his old friends; friends who treated him as his own person and not "Mickey's sidekick number 3". It was meeting Panchito and José for the first time since he had taken on the responsibility of kids that made Donald realize that Daisy was no good for him. Because who needs a nagging girlfriend when you have two supportive and loving boyfriends who are ready to help you tackle the world?
It was in Duckburg that young Dewey had, in the spur of the moment, called Donald "dad". Sure, it was an accident, but didn't stop the warm feeling that Donald had as he looked at Huey and Dewey and Louie and Webby. It didn't stop Donald from realizing that yes; these were his kids.
It was in Duckburg that Donald realized that he had amazing kids and an amazing uncle and two amazing boyfriends and an amazing housekeeper who could double as a kickass aunt…and Launchpad.
It was in Duckburg that Donald realized he had a family. One that loved him for him. And one that would never look at him and see "the angry duck from the Mickey gang" but instead see "Uncle Donald" and "Dad" and "Mi Amor" and "Donald Duck: They Best There Ever Was".
-Mod Hot Cocoa
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Rafael Barba X Reader Masterlist 1
@ohbelieveyoume
Tell Me You Need Me
How would Carmen React to Barba’s s/o
Excuse & Sudokus
TU CABALLERO BLANCO
Afraid Of Intimacy
Post Collateral Damages
Rafael Barba and You’re no Good Rotten Day
Before Home, Again
Beyond Husbandly Duties
Just Don’t Fuck It Up
Light A Roman Candle For Me
People Lie All the Time
Good Neighbors
Excerpt from Good Neighbors
Good Neighbors: A Date Night
Peace of Mind
Rafi Had To Decide
Guess Who is Coming to Dinner?
Let’s the Roll the Dice
It’s Not Coming Off
Coming Home
The Path Untraveled, Revisited
@rauliskafan
Birds of a Feather
Perfect Portrait
The Miracle In Their Midst
Plan B
Sweet Talker
Abuelita’s Appetizers
Always Mine
The Start of a Symphony
We Go Together
@vintagemichelle91
A Chance Encounter
An Evening at SVU
Gala Night
Serendipity
Birthday Surprises
Miami Getaway
Unexpected Morning
The Little Things
Waking Up
Morning Routine
Good Mornings
@xemopeachx
Stand by Me
Rainy Days and Mondays
Sleepy Mommy and Love Struck Daddy
Letting Go of Tension
You Need Only Ask
Nobody Else But You
Untitled
Snowed In
Terrible Threes
@svu-stories
With All of Me, Part 2, Part 3
Imagine Barba Finding Out Your Daughter While You Two are secretly dating The Time They Realize They Love You
I Love You
.76
.77
.80
First Fights
@hiddndaydreams
Unforgettable Paradise
Homecooked
Coax, Part 2
Late Night
Security
Magic
Reunion
Breakfast
Freshman
Yearning
Doubts
Lunch
Promises
Doubts
Sorry
Stars
A Rough Day
@fanfictionforsvu
Prompt #4
Barba and His Coffee Intake
Barba’s Stuble
Well, technically
Shut Up And Let Me Show You
Cuddles and Netflix
Who Did That To You
I Didn’t Think You Would Say Yes
@mrsrafaelbarba
The First Move Happy Ending
Did I Stutter
Netflix and Chill
Prosecution Rests
A Frosty Silence
Allergic to Valentines
Barba and the Beast
Look Around, Look Around
Barba vs Cabot
Haunted
Sunday Brunch
Secrets
Do You Really Mean That?
Doubt
Surprise Testimony
Barba’s Co-Counsel
To Family
Held In Contempt
Basket Case
Drunk Confessions
Secrets Uncovered
Maybe You’d Be Better Off
I Love You
@miamorbarba
Accidental Admission
3 A.M. Realizations
Better Late Than Ever
She’s a Keeper
Breathe. Grieve
Sweet Disaster
Lasting First Impression
Heat of the Moment
Numbers
Critical
@thatgirlwhosalwayssinging
Some Things Are Meant To Be
Did That Just Really Happen
Lights Will Guide You Home
May We Should Start All Over Again
The Intern
You Were Always on My Mind
@evs14u
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Was It Mistake
He’s Still Haunting Me
I Was Done
Falling in Autumn
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Away From Home
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Breaking Cover Part 1
Fright
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Family Visit
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Pregnant
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Anon: As someone who can be overwhelmed by loud noises, how would 1 of your f/os deal with that?
Panchito Pistoles helping out his s/o who is overwhelmed by loud noises. (Short Headcanon)
• I'm that same way. While I'm a pretty loud person, I hate random loud noises. It makes it hard for me to focus, stresses me out, and is just generally a pain.
• Panchito is a very loud rooster, in both voice and habits. (He's not called 'Pistoles' for nothing)
• Around his s/o, he would take your comfort into consideration. He'll refrain from shooting his pistoles (probably even leaving them behind when he comes to see you -- he tends to shoot the air when he gets happy or really excited).
• He'll make sure to lower his voice when he talks, and would allow you to stop him whenever he's talking too loud for comfort.
• If you're around loud noises he can't control, he'll instinctively cover your ears, and guide you to a quieter place. After, if he's able to, he'll go to the source of the noise, and try to get it to quiet down.
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