anonymous asked:

yo, could you possibly do a fic where gaston survived at the end, but he's so badly damaged that reader takes him in and ends up having to teach him how to walk again? Thanks~

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney / Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be as angsty as it now is lol. I’ve been listenting to sad music while writing this so that might be why haha. But I gotta be honest, I really like it that way! Hope you do too love! thanks for the request <33


You got up from the chair in front of the fireplace when someone knocked on the door and walked over to open it.

You were surprised but also happy to see your old friend Belle on the other side of the door.

“Belle! It’s so lovely to see you! I heard what happened at the castle.. I’m really glad that you are alright,” you gave your friend a short hug.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know where else to go.. you’re the only one I know who has skills in medicine and I really need your help,” she looked distraught.

“Are you sick?!” you tried to find any signs of.. well.. anything.

“No, no.. I’m good. It’s.. Gaston. I don’t know how, but.. he survived!”

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Automakers’ Russia Dilemma 

A Mercedes-AMG G Class wagons stands on display in the showroom of the Avilon Center, a Mercedes-Benz AG auto dealership, in Moscow, Russia, on Thursday, July 31, 2014.

Daimler AG is examining whether to build Mercedes-Benz cars in Russia as part of a plan to widen the automaker’s global production capacity and assemble more vehicles near the markets where they’re purchased.

 “We have been looking at the basic parameters and potential of local production of passenger cars in Russia, and have held various discussions,” Sebastian Wahle, a Daimler spokesman, said in an e-mailed statement. “These activities will be continued.”  Bloomberg News reported in April.

Renault SA, part of the biggest automaking group in Russia, forecast car sales in the country to drop further amid turmoil stemming from the Ukraine crisis.

“This is hitting Renault comparatively hard because of their relatively high exposure in Russia, not only through AvtoVAZ but also earnings from Russia directly,” said Sascha Gommel, a Frankfurt-based analyst at Commerzbank AG.

Read more about the effect of Russia sanctions at

Photographer: Andrey Rudakov/Bloomberg

© 2014 Bloomberg Finance LP

Broken Vows and Gypsy wagons

Originally posted by captainedamerica

So this is my first request! I felt like I needed to write this as a set up but I’m not sure whether the request was aiming for something set further into their marriage so I was considering a part 2? let me know what you think! 

Anon I hope u find this and enjoy x 

“John imagine where he married you instead of Esme, your sister.”

You fumbled for the cigarettes shoved down your brassier, finally retrieving one and turning to face the wagon parked behind you, leaning towards it in the hope it would block the wind whilst you struck a match. You took a long needing drag of the cigarette, wrapping your free arm around your body to protect your revealed skin from the cold. You shivered slightly, bouncing up and down and rubbing your hands against your skin in an attempt to warm yourself, flicking the cigarette numerous times although no ash remained. You only managed a few drags before their arrival, hearing the atmosphere of your family’s gathering change dramatically. The shrieks, taunting and laughter became inaudible murmurs and the ever nearing sound of footsteps crunched against the gravel. You cursed yourself, flicking your cigarette aimlessly to the ground and picking up your silky lilac dress decorated with glistening beads, feeling foreign on your body, in an attempt to avoid the mud.

 You swiftly turned the corner returning to the crowd, focusing on your feet as you avoided the puddles unsuccessfully leaving you stumbling in the mud. You lifted your head quickly to check whether anyone had witnessed, your eyes roaming across the faces in the crowd before locking with the one pair of eyes looking back. His face was fixated in a scowl, toothpick dangling from his mouth but once you had met his eyes, his face quickly began to soften. 

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Anglo-Boer War Historical Libretto

«It is 1904 in St.Louis, and twenty-five thousand people are gathered at the Boer War Concession, a multi acre arena in which two major battles from the Anglo-Boer War are being reenacted twice a day as part of the Louisiana Purchase Exposition. After entering through a massive fortified wall and turret, based on the original Fort de Goede Hoop in Cape Town, and under the Boer, British, and American flags, spectators enjoy almost three hours of spectacle, divided into three scenarios. In the first act, The Battle at Colenso, British redcoats in polished uniforms are surrounded by Boer commandos and their ox-drawn wagons. Showered with “a perfect hailstorm of bullets”, the British lose their powerful fifteen-pounder field cannons to the plucky Boers in their threadbare clothing. At its finale, General Piet Cronjé (the actual general, not an actor) stands atop a wagon and waves his hat as one of the soldiers brandishes the Vierkleur flag. In the second scenario, The Battle of Paardeberg, a burly Cronjé replays his historic surrender to the diminutive Englishman, Lord Roberts (played by an actor), as he walks stalwartly across the battlefield and extends his hand to his rival, his hat securely on his head, an image that evokes the historic photograph taken at the actual event only a few years prior. While technically the reenactment of a historic defeat - Cronjé’s surrender came only months before the Boers’ capitulation on May 31, 1902 - the general’s performance in St. Louis in one of Boer dignity and pride. In the third and final scenario, De Wet’s Daring Escape, an actor impersonating General Christian de Wet (George Prescott) makes a daring escape on horseback through a cordon of British troops and leaps from a height of thirty-five feet (eleven meters) into a pool of water, making a “daring dash for liberty”.»

-  Megan Lewis // Anglo-Boer War Historical Libretto,

  • arthur pendragon: [in a busy market and can't find merlin] i guess there are no other options
  • arthur pendragon: [stands on a wagon and cups hands around mouth] ARTHUR PENDRAGON IS A HORRIBLE KING
  • merlin: [yells from somewhere nearby] okay, hE MAY BE A PRAT BUT HE IS THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING!!!!!
  • arthur pendragon: ah, there he is

screenshot saturday~ git time! Mostly fixes and tweaks with a few new things.

Currently working on “mini” npc’s still need to move now it just stands on a wagon x)
Also added ladders so you can move up and down now.

The plan was to launch this game in oktober .. x) not sure how that will go at this point.

For a Lost Daughter (Adult Faith AU): Part 11

Home stretch, guys! 

Part 11 of For a Lost Daughter (Adult Faith AU) story is below, and is the first installment of the final of the four sections. A bit shorter than usual, just one scene in this one. But as you’ll see, its an important one! 


♡ Bonnie

Notes: this story takes place in an AU where an adult Faith comes back into Jamie and Claire’s lives around the time of Voyager. There are a few points at which I intentionally take some liberties with the dates and years on the canon timeline for sake of the story. 

General spoiler alerts for Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, The Space Between, and more.

Catch up on the story so far

SECTION ONE, Daughter : Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

SECTION TWO, Fae: Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

SECTION THREE, Seeker : Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

SECTION FOUR (Faith) and Part 11 begin below the break 

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by David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

From “Lost” by David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

Little La Muerte

Little La Muerte (A Xibalba and La Muerte Story)

“Hmm, it’s a nice night isn’t it?”

Xibalba opened his eyes and looked down at his wife. They were currently by the large Yule tree just outside the town of San Angel. Xibalba was leaning back against it while La Muerte was sitting in his lap with her head resting on his chest. His wings were draping over them like a blanket and his crown and her sombrero were laying on the ground next to them. He had kind of dozed off a bit until her question woke him up.

“Yes, it is.” The tar covered god looked up at the sky. It really was a nice night. There were no clouds covering up the moon and stars and the air was warm, but had a pleasant cool breeze blowing through every now and then.

He glanced down at La Muerte, who was tracing the little details on his armor with a thoughtful expression on her face. “What are you thinking about, mi amor?” he asked when curiosity got the better of him.

The sugar skull goddess hummed and snuggled closer to him. “I was just thinking how much I missed this.”

He tilted his head, slightly puzzled. “Miss what?”

“This…being close to you again.” she responded softly. “I may have been angry when I banished you, Xibalba, but…there were so many times, I missed having you by my side.”

Xibalba felt his heart twist in his chest. He knew exactly how she felt since he had felt the same way for centuries. He took a hold of one of her hands. “I know how you feel, mi amor. But we have all eternity to make up for lost time.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss onto her knuckles.

La Muerte smiled at his words and the gesture. “I know.”

She moved her head up my just as he lowered his head down to meet her halfway. Their lips met softly and sweetly and filled them both with a warmth that could outmatch the sun. When they separated, La Muerte nuzzled her face into his neck while Xibalba buried his face into her hair.

Te amo, mi vida.” the Queen whispered.

The King smirked against her dark tresses. “Y te amo, mi corazón.”

Xibalba would have tried to fall back to sleep in the moment, but just then something caught his attention. La Muerte felt her husband sit up a bit straighter and lifted her head up to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Look over there.”

She followed his line of sight and immediately noticed what he was looking at. There in the distance a plume of purple smoke could be seen drifting into the air.

“What is that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Shall we go investigate?”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

They stood back up and placed their headdresses back in their rightful places before teleporting towards the source of this new interest. They reappeared and found a crowd of people were standing in a circle around a heavily decorated wagon. Standing in the middle of the circle was a young dark-skinned woman with a purple bandanna on top of her waist length, black hair that was held back in a tight braid. She wore a white, off the shoulder blouse with a long purple skirt and several gold bracelets on her wrists and ankles.

“Greetings, everyone!” She said, her voice was deep and rich like smoky velvet. “I am Madam Serafina and come to your humble little town to show you power and mystery that is magic!”

Serafina made a cloak appear seemingly out of nowhere and twirled around, wrapping it around her. The people gasped as the cloak fell to the ground and revealed the woman had disappeared. A cloud of red smoke appeared on the roof of the wagon and when it evaporated, Serafina showed up, throwing her arms into the air for a dramatic flourish.

The crowd let out awed gasps and clapped enthusiastically. Serafina curtsied. “Thank you, thank you, you’ll all so kind. And now for my next trick…”

From there Serafina performed all sort of little tricks. She made one woman’s handkerchief vanish only for it to be found in the pocket of another man, who swore he didn’t have anything in his pocket before. She picked a young girl in the front and much to everyone’s shock and the girl’s delight, Serafina waved her hands together and caused the child to start floating in the air. The girl’s mother fainted and a few people that where skeptical what was happening was real, came up to see if there were any wires that were holding the girl up. But there was none to be found.

La Muerte smiled. “She’s quite good isn’t she?”

Xibalba scoffed. “Oh please, what she’s doing is a mockery compared to what real magic is.”

“Still,” she drawled as she continued to watch the show with interest. “She certainly knows how to put on a show.”

The god only grunted in response.

Serafina continued her performance and when it finally came to an end, the crowd clapped once more and caused the woman to bow. “Thank you, you’ve been a most wonderful audience. She made a hat magically appear and held it out in front of her as she circled around the crowd. Most of the people threw money into it.

The townsfolk began to leave the area until it came down to Serafina and the two gods of the dead.  "So did you two enjoy my show?” the woman asked when she was certain no one was around.

La Muerte and Xibalba glanced at each other. The winged deity leaned in close to his wife, whispering, “Is she talking to us?”

Serafina lifted her head up and looked straight at them. “Of course I am.”

The immortals’ eyes widened. “You can see us?” The sugar skull woman asked.

Serafina laughed. “Yes, I can. You may be invisible to everyone else here, but not to me. For you see I am a witch and I tend to see things that other people can’t see. But before we go any father, allow me to introduce myself.” She gave a small bow of her head. “I am Serafina. It’s a pleasure to meet you, La Muerte and Xibalba.”

“You know who we are?” Xibalba eyed the mortal with mild interest.

“Of course. You hasn’t heard of the beautiful and kind, La Muerte and the fearsome and powerful, Xibalba?”

“Spare us your flattery, human. What do you want?”

“Me?” Serafina placed a hand on her chest. “I simply wanted to know whether or not you enjoyed my show. So tell me…did you?”

The goddess gave the other woman a smile. “I actually found your show very entertaining. You're quite skilled performer.”

Serafina grinned, looking rather pleased with the complement and bowed her head. “Gracias, my Lady.” She turned to look at Xibalba. “And what did you think, my Lord?”

The man in question scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hmph, I’ve seen better.”

His wife whipped her head around to give him a stern look. “Xibalba!”

“No,no,no it’s alright, my Lady.” Serafina reassures. “He’s entitled to his own opinion. But do tell me, my Lord, what is it about my show you didn’t like?”

“If you want my honest answer than I would have to say all of it.” Came his blunt response. “You so called magic is nothing more than a bunch of cheap, parlor tricks.”

Serafina’s smile strangely enough didn’t fade at his biting remark. “Cheap, parlor tricks, you say?” Her gray-blue eyes, rimmed with a black khol, slid over to look at La Muerte and the grin on her rouge painted lips gained a more mischievous looking slant. “How’s this for a parlor trick?”

Without any warning, the purple garbed woman threw her arm out and yellow dust shot out of her palm and showered the goddess from head to toe. Xibalba moved to strike Serafina, but she laughed and quickly conjured up another cloud of purple smoke, much bigger than the one she made in her show and it some spread out all over the area. Xibalba flapped his wings hard, creating a gust of wind that cleared the fog, but it was too late, Serafina and her wagon where both gone.

The god let out a low growl before turning to his wife. “Are you alright, my dear?”

“I’m fine, Xibalba,” La Muerte was trying to brush off the yellow particles on her dress.

“Are you sure? You don’t feel strange or different in any way?”

The sugar skull deity paused. “…No, I feel fine.” she repeated as she took of her hat so she could shake her hair out.

“That blasted woman!” he snarled. “The next time I see her, I swear I’ll-!”

“Balby,” La Muerte placed a comforting hand on his boney arm. “I’m fine. There’s no need to get so upset. Let’s just go home…please?”

Although he wasn’t completely pacified, he still nodded his head. “Very well, my dear.”

They took each other by the hand and transported back to the Land of the Remembered.

“Well, that certainly turned out to be an interesting evening.” the goddess commented.

“Hmph…that’s one way of putting it.” Xibalba said with a huff.

La Muerte ran her thumb over his gloved knuckles. “When do you need to head back?”

“Soon,” he responded, sighing slightly. “while my land my not be an endless fiesta like yours, my sweet, I still have duties to attend to.”

“I know.” She reached up with her other hand to rest on his cheekbone and drew him into a kiss. After several long moments, she pulled away, smiling. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“I count the minutes until we see each other again.” Xibalba said dreamingly as his mind was still in a daze from the kiss.

La Muerte laughed. “Balby, you old, flatter you.” She playfully pushed his face away and turned to head down to the main hall just as Xibalba teleported back to the Land of the Forgotten.

La Muerte put a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. It was strange but she noticed that she was feeling incredibly tried for some reason. As she felt another yawn coming on, she decided to make a decision. “If you would all please excuse me,” she stood up from her throne. “I think I’m going to retire for the night. Buenas noches.

She heard her subjects say their own goodnights to her as she glided down the hall to head to her room. Upon entering and closing the door behind her, La Muerte began to change out of her clothes and into her nightgown. She waved her hands and caused the candles lighting her room to go out before moving towards the bed. She pulled back the covers, laid down and pulled the sheets back up. Turning onto her side, her eyes slipped shut and she immediately feel asleep.

As the clock struck midnight, a yellow glow outlined La Muerte’s body before it faded away…

Elisa walked down the hall until she came to a halt in front of the Queen’s chambers. She knocked on the door. “My Lady, are you awake?”

When there was no response, Elisa frowned. ’That’s strange. She’s usually up by now.’

Elisa griped the door handle, saying, “My Lady I’m coming in.” before opening the door and entering the room. She glanced around, searching for any signs of the goddess. “La Muerte?”

Just then she noticed a decent size lump on the bed. Eliza moved closer towards it and after a few seconds of hesitation, she grabbed the sheets that were covering the lump from view and pulled them back…

Xibalba appeared right outside of La Muerte’s castle. After pushing the doors open and letting himself inside, he glided down the halls, heading towards the throne room.

But just as he was about to the main room where he had hoped to greet his wife, he heard various amount of voices, talking to each other.

“This is terrible!”

“What are we going to tell everyone!?”

“Forget that! What are we going to tell Lord Xibalba?”

“He’s going to be furious when he sees this!”

Xibalba decided it was time to make himself known. “When I see what?”

Everyone in the room jumped and spun around to face the dark god. In the front of the group was the captain who greeted and helped the new souls find their families. “Xibalba! W-What are you doing here?”

“Miguel,” the god greeted dryly. “I’m looking for La Muerte. Where is she?”

No one responded and they all exchanged nervous glances between each other. Xibalba opened his mouth to ask again, only to close it when he caught movement coming from underneath the long banquet table. “What was that?” He moved closer to see what it was, but some of the skeletal folks panicked and quickly moved into his path to prevent him from coming any closer.

He glared. “What is going on here?”

Miguel fiddled with his boney fingers. “Uh…about that. We have a small problem.”

Xibabla looked back at the captain. “What sort of problem?”

“It’s about your wife.”

HIs tall, dark frame grew tense upon hearing this. “What wrong? Is she okay?”


“Spit it out!”

Rather then saying anything, Miguel and the others simply lifted the tablecloth up and when they did, something came out from under the table…or rather it was someone.

The person that came forward was a young girl. She had white sugar skin that was decorated with yellow swirls and other red designs, long black hair tied back in a high ponytail and large golden eyes. She was wearing white, blouse with marigolds along the neckline, a long, crimson skirt with gold lines trailing towards the bottom and a small tiara that had red candles on it on the top of her head.

Xibalba’s face became completely blank, showing no emotion whatsoever. He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. The only sign that he hadn’t become a statue in that moment was the way his snowy eyebrows where slowly climbing towards his forehead. “Miguel?”

The Captain grew increasingly nervous at the eerie calmness in the god’s voice. “Y-Yes?”

“Is that who that who I think it is?”

Si, my Lord, it is.”

Silence descend upon the room, but it was broken when the girl smiled and reached out towards the winged deity. “Balby!”

Xibalba’s eye twitched.

The Remembered souls slowly tried to make their way towards the door in hope that they could sneak out before the preverbal bomb dropped.

But they weren’t that lucky.

In a spark of neon, green magic, the door slammed shut on it own. Everyone flinched and turned to see Xibalba sneering at them.

“No one is leaving this room until I get some answers.” He said through gritted teeth. Once the group hesitantly came closer to him again, he asked, “How did this happen?”

Glances where exchanged before Miguel decided to answer. “W-We don’t know.”

Xibalba’s gloved hand slammed down on the table causing dishware to rattle. His face contorted into a look of absolute rage; teeth sharping into fangs, wings spreading out and candles on this crown and shoulders flaring brightly. “What do you mean you don’t know?!” he practically roared.

Despite the fact he was trembling like a leaf, Miguel managed to get out, “ M-My Lord, please, I swear, we don’t know how this happened.”

Xibalba sucked in a sharp breath, trying to reel in some of his anger. “Well, someone has to know something. Who was the first to find her like this?”

From her spot towards the back of the group, Elisa squirmed in place. “Uhm…that would be me, my Lord.” She spoke up, raising her hand slightly.

She cringed as Xibalba turned to look at her and then jumped as he suddenly appeared right in front of her, bending at the waist so he was more eye level with her.

“Don’t move.” He commanded, the red skulls in her eyes rotating forward.

Elisa froze under his gaze and she felt the strangest sensation at the god’s mind probing powers. In his mind’s eye, Xibalba saw Elisa entering La Muerte’s room and pulling back the covers of the bed to find a smaller and younger version of her queen laying there.

Xibalba blinked and the connection broke. He stood back up to his full height, pupils shifting back to their sides. “This doesn’t make any sense.” he said to himself before he addressed the group again. “Did anyone notice anything strange with her last night?”

“Well,” one man piped up. “She said she was feeling tried the other day.”

The god’s brows drew together. “Tried?”

“Yes,” an elderly woman added. “she was feeling so tried, she even retired to her room earlier then usual.”

Xibalba frowned. This still wasn’t making any sense. His wife was perfectly fine when he left. So how could she go from fine to turning into a child in just a few hours? He kept trying to go through it in his head over and over again, but couldn’t come up with an answer. ’Ugh,’ he pressed his fingers to his temples to ward off the oncoming headache. All this thinking was beginning to hurt his head.

Seeing the dark lord’s frustration, Miguel came forward.“Uhm…my Lord?”

“What is it, Miguel?”

“If you don’t mind me asking. Did anything perhaps happen to La Muerte while you two were out last night?”

“Nothing happened last night expect…” Realization hit Xibalba and it hit him hard. “Nueve infiernos! Que bruja infernal!

“M-My Lord?”

“Stay here and watch her!” Xibalba ordered. “I’ll be right back.”

With that he vanished in a swirl of black feathers and smoke.

Xibalba knocked on the door of the wagon with one of the heads of his snake staff. “Witch! Come out here this instant!”

A few seconds passed before the door opened and Serafina stepped out. “Ah, Xibalba. How can I help you, my Lord?”

“Don’t play innocent with me!” he snarled, pointing a long finger at her. “What have you done to my wife?! She’s been turned into a child!”

“Oh…that.” She didn’t even look at him as she started to casually play with one of the bracelets on her arms. “You see, Xibalba, I did that to teach you a lesson.”

“And what sort of lesson would that be?!”

Her eyes flickered back up to him and narrowed slightly. “That I don’t appreciate someone insulting my abilities. I would have used the spell on you, but I thought it would be more interesting to use it on someone you care about." The woman pushed back a bit of her hair that had fallen out of her braid. "To be honest I wasn’t even sure if my magic would work or not. I’ve never used it on a god before, but judging by your reaction I say it must have turned out pretty well.” Serafina had the audacity to smirk at him. “ My magic don’t seem to be much of a parlor trick now, doesn’t it?”

Never, since he had lost the wager, had Xibalba felt more tempted to end a mortal’s life then right there and now.

“Oh, calm down. The spell isn’t permanent.”

Her words caused Xibalba to blink away the red haze that had begun to cloud his vision. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s not. If your wife had been a human then my spell would have probably lasted for quite a while. But for someone as powerful as a god, I would say it would last…” Serafina paused, thinking it over. “A day, maybe two at best.”

Well, that was a relief to hear, but Xibalba still wasn’t happy about it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Serafina cut him off.

“Now if I were you I would stop wasting your time with me and focus more on the issues at hand. Like who’s going to look at the Land of the Remembered since your wife is in no condition to do so.”

‘Maldita sea!’ He hated to admit it, but she was right. La Muerte couldn’t possible take care of her realm while she was a child. He needed to head back there now and try to straighten things out. “This isn’t over. You will pay for what you have done one way or another.”

Serafina waved off his warning like it was nothing. “Save your threats for someone who will actually take them seriously.”

Xibalba growled and without another word, transported back to the Land of the Remembered.

The moment he reappeared back in the main hall, the skeleton folks who had been entertaining La Muerte snapped back to attention. Miguel spoke up for the group once more. “My Lord, did you find anything out?”

“Thankfully, I did.”


The Forgotten king’s jaw quirked angrily to the side. “The spell isn’t permanent, but it may take at least a day to wear off.”

“So what should we do until then?”

“Until it wears off, I’ll take La Muerte’s place as ruler.” At the horrified looks that crossed the people’s faces, he rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t look so terrified, I’m not going to do anything drastic.”

“But what about La Muerte?” Elisa asked this time.

“She’ll stay with me so I can keep an eye on her. Now if there aren’t any more questions, I suggest all of you get back to work.”

“But my Lord-”

Xibalba shot everyone a glare. “I’m sorry when I said get back to work, I meant get back to work now.”

No one dared to protest in fear of provoking the god’s wrath. Everyone quickly scrambled out of the room to head back to their posts. Xibalba watched them leave before turning his attention to La Muerte.

The sugar skull girl, who had remained oblivious to the conversation around her looked up at him before she smiled and waved.

He sighed, feeling another headache approaching. 'This is going to be a very long day.

Author’s Notes: So I’ve been working on this story for quite a while and I finally managed to find time to finish it up. And no I’m not just going to end it the way I did. This story is going to have another chapter since I felt like this was getting really long. So just be patient and I’ll have the next chapter up as soon as I can.