#fatefic

[fitztragedy]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fate: The Winx Saga (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Musa/Riven (Winx Club), Sam Harvey/Musa Characters: Musa (Winx Club), Riven (Winx Club), Sam Harvey, Andreas (Fate: The Winx Saga), Rosalind (Fate: The Winx Saga) Additional Tags: Rivusa, Pre-Relationship, minor samusa, Mind Control, Mind Manipulation, Mind Torture?, lots of mind fairy related stuff, Emotional Shit, pre-breakup samusa Summary:

In s02e04 Rosalind calls Musa "The most powerful mind fairy here" Here's my take on why she thinks that.

Missing scenes that go from between s01 and s02 until s02e04

[hibiscusia]

New Oneshot about Skyriv !

Angst !!!!!!!

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[grand-caster-merlin]

If I started posting my original grail war fic would anyone wanna see it 👀👀

[i-did-not-mean-to]

The curse of being loved

This ficlet is my peace offering to @sortumavaara.

I have not forsaken your blorbo. I swear... I'm just not good at writing him lol

@elanna-elrondiel you wanted to be tagged. @cilil this is your fault for enabling and encouraging me!

Characters: Elrond, Elros, Elwing, Maglor, Maedhros

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: Sadness, Eldritch powers, kids are creepy, self-realisation, murder, canonical slaughter, canonical kidnapping

The first language Elrond had ever heard was the breathless cries of amazement and captivation at perceiving him, and he’d understood it at once even though he didn’t yet comprehend the power inherent to that instinctive reaction of bone-deep awe.

As was expected and natural, he was loved and cherished by his parents, and, if he noticed that their level of watchfulness went beyond that of others, he did not think anything of it.

Why would he have? He’d never known any other way of being treated.

Likewise, he’d never really questioned the strange appeal he and Elros seemed to hold for almost any other adult in the dismal camp of refugees. They were twins, a two-pronged beacon of life and hope, and it made sense that those who’d previously suffered such pains and deprivation would feel inexorably drawn to the soft, open faces of young children.

Elrond was aware that—in a world full of lurking danger and dark doom—he was vulnerable and precious to the adults in his life, not least because of the importance and wisdom of his genitors who were still utterly besotted with his charming smiles and pleading glances.

As time went by, though, he soon learned how to capitalise on that undeniable weakness in that self-forgotten, profoundly selfish way that was typical for toddlers.

Thus, he observed the reactions of those surrounding him with dispassionate curiosity, adjusting his mannerisms and voice in a myriad of discreet, nigh-imperceptible ways to consciously exacerbate the strange, alluring, corrupting effect he had on people.

In time, and almost despite himself, he started to tilt his head in a way that made his eyes gleam and his skin appear fragile and translucent like the finest porcelain, having ascertained through trial and error that this made it patently impossible for anyone looking at him to avert their eyes or deny him even the most outlandish request.

Barely out of infancy, he was continually perched on someone’s arm like a wondrous bird wrought of unconfessed wishes and stardust—back then, he was blessedly ignorant of his own lineage and the terrible might it conferred to him, and he shamelessly basked in the attention and admiration with which he was unceasingly showered.

Slowly but obdurately, all his motions grew thoughtful and elegant long before other children his age had outgrown the phase of rambunctious chaos, and yet, neither he nor his brother was ever truly ostracised or mocked by their peers for their peculiar charm that invariably turned rational sages and ferocious warriors into blabbering fools.

They were loved by all they met, and they hadn’t yet made any experience that would push them to worry about something as self-evident and wholesome as the simple fact that people seemingly never grew tired of watching them play or listening to them talk, no matter the subject and its relative importance.

Growing older and fairer with every passing day, Elrond before long was overcome with the unshakable sensation that the people around him drew an unfathomable, indescribable sense of soothing and even healing from their every interaction with him, and so he pushed aside his nascent qualms at having praise and gifts bestowed upon him without measure or restraint.

Still, he felt adored, respected, and valued in his community, and he began to feel responsible for those who had taken such generous care of him in return. When he grew to his full strength, he vowed, he’d prove himself worthy of all the affection that had been heaped upon him for as long as he could remember.

One fateful day, though, their mother—in their father’s absence—threw herself into the arms of the sea, desperate tears channelling her bright gaze into a deadly beam of cutting devastation that would sunder her from her sons forever.

Elrond was too stunned to even cry out—he didn’t understand. How could a woman whose very purpose in life had been to coddle and adulate her sons do something so cruel and reckless?

Of course, he did not get the time to further muse about these confusing, contradictory truths in peace, though, as a stranger approached him, his long-fingered hands extended as if to promise with his whole body that he meant him and his brother no harm.

Was it instinct or habit, Elrond would never be able to determine later on, but, abandoned by his father and bereft of his mother, he shamelessly angled his face upwards to catch the flickering light of his childhood being put to the torch in his wide, wet eyes.

Robbed of all his anchor points, he fell back on the hitherto unquestioned, flawlessly reliable magic that coursed through his veins—pushing Elros behind him, he moulded himself into the most appealing version of himself to cow the ominous, looming threat by innate enchantment alone.

The stranger chuckled softly. “I used to do that,” he confessed in a soft, melodious voice that seemed to chime like a thousand golden strings. “Nelyo was always the pretty one, but I was ever able to coax and coerce people by a mere glance or a whispered word.”

Elrond flinched back as if struck. Why did this atrocious confession echo through his whole being, sending nauseating waves of shame and guilt crashing into his soul?

There was something so callously, insultingly veracious in that careless quip that Elrond felt his mask of puerile purity slip, revealing the deep-felt shock and sudden fear lurking underneath to the merciless stare of the murderous intruder.

“You truly are of Melian’s blood.”

Frowning, Elrond shook his head in a vain attempt to dispel the gossamer threads of dark and dangerous magic the man’s voice wove around his frantic mind, choking all sense of self-preservation and caution out of it mercilessly.

“Who are you?” he asked, feeling Elros’s cold hand press against the small of his back as if to encourage him or hold him back.

The fearsome foe hesitated for a heartbeat. “Maglor,” he then sighed. “Call me Maglor.”

At once, Elrond pounced on that minuscule mellowing. Stepping forward fearlessly, he put out his slender, tiny hand and conjured up his most enthralling, hypnotizing smile. “I’m Elrond, and this is my brother Elros. You wouldn’t harm us, would you?”

Wearily, Maglor—who was drenched in blood and covered in mud and miserable memories—let go of his blade and wiped his pale, empty palm across his sweat-sheened brow. “No,” he finally grunted. “I know not whence the spell you’ve put upon me has issued, and I like it not to find such power in one so young, but I admit that all bloodlust has drained from my heart. Come away, there is nought here for you but death and starvation.”

“You hexed him,” Elros whispered as they were led out of the camp. “There comes another one, can you do it again?”

In truth, Elrond was shaken to his core. After a bountiful childhood at the bosom of his parents’ people, he now came to understand that he wielded a fearsome and potentially perilous power.

He yearned to seek out his mother’s wisdom or his father’s stalwart support, but he knew not where they were, and he doubted that he’d ever be reunited with them.

Too many epiphanies—much too weighty and woeful for a mere child to fully fathom—hit him at once, and he longed to curl up in the warm, protective arms of those who’d gathered around his bassinet and his naïve games to cheer and comfort him at every turn.

From the foul fumes of burning wood and smouldering stone emerged a figure—tall and stiff as a moving tree—and Elrond closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall every single instance in which he’d tricked someone into giving him an undeserved treat or forgiving a careless trespass upon their peace and property.

“Káno, what do you think you’re doing?” the newcomer rasped impatiently.

“Speak to the child,” their new minder, already half won over, replied in a clipped voice that turned his words into a hailstorm of icy shards. “You’ll see that I had no choice in the matter.”

With a scoff, the red-haired demon turned and stalked away.

“He’s afraid of your talents,” Elros cheered under his breath, and Elrond let him believe that the battle he was about to fight without even knowing his weapons was already won.

He’d have but little time to become consciously aware of his skills and hone them sufficiently to save their lives, but he’d not burden Elros with the devastating knowledge that they’d be on their own and at the mercy of their parents’ enemies henceforth.

When Maglor turned to lift his orphaned captives into his unyielding arms, Elrond leaned his soft cheek against the worn, dirty fur collar of his cloak in a gesture reminiscent of a defenceless kitten, seeking shelter and warmth.

“Leave it to me,” he whispered. He’d not only make these murderers spare their lives—he’d make them love him.

Again, this was an attempt at breaking me out of my writer's block, so there is no event, no Masterlist, no context...

Lots of love from me!

[bks-blogs]

When You Tempt With Fate

Fate may be a generous Kitsune for lucky souls who wish for a new path in life, but if a living soul were to ever tempt with fate itself, well... You may have set yourself on a VERY dangerous path with your life turning for the worst if you choose poorly. Fate, as a master of tarot and future foreseeing, will more than likely set up a gamble for your own livelihood if you EVER try to tempt with him. He CAN read into your future with that third eye of his... Do NOT underestimate him. A big shout-out to ChelleDoggo for this amazing commission pic of my OC! Thank you so much for this, my dedicated pup! ^ ^

[hunsa-jars]

Fatef

[ryvera]

Fate

Lord, give me signs. Ayaw ko pong umasa and I want this already to stop kasi nasasaktan na po akooooo. We have this teambuilding that will happen next month. So Lord, if we are fatef for each other, magkakateam mate kami and make it the path para kilalanin namin ang isat isa. But if not, I will trust you everthing father God. Ipamukha niyo po sa akin kung magstop na or ilalaban ko pa ba

[poetyca]

Il fato - The fate

🌸Il fato🌸Il fato non sempre seguelo stesso percorsodelle nostre aspettativeed è rimpiantola consapevolezzadi aver perduto quello che inconsapevolmente avremmo voluto ma è ormai fuggito11.11.2022 Poetyca 🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente 🌸The fateFate doesn’t always followthe same pathof our expectationsand it is regretawarenessof having lostwhat unknowinglywe would have likedbut it has now fled11.11.2022 Poetyca

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FATED REFERENCE FATED REFERNEVE FATEF AHGGGGHHHHHHH

[alexairluna]

Both of them have their own gate!!! — Airbrushes & Airplanes - World Poetry Day

Fortune has her own timeTime has his own destinyDestiny has her fateFate can lead you to heaven or hellBoth of them have their own gate Both of them have their own gate!!! — Airbrushes & Airplanes Conscious Experimental Rock/Rap/Pop Music — (Edited Post) Airbrushes & Airplanes — G-Rated Music It’s Not Easy – Head up High – It’s All About U – Dreams a Reality I do not have a new poem for this…

[luvrott]

𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲; 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻

synopsis : yeonjun didn't believe in fate, but soobin did.

CHAPTER 1 : beomgyu.

chapter two !!

masterlist !!

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"converse are back in style, i guess. i saw another boy about your age wearing them, too."

yeonjun chuckled and grabbed his change, his bag with the drinks already in his hand, the familiar crinkling playing in his ears. "tell him i say hi, then, will ya?"

it was a joke, but the cashier, who smelled of cigarrate smoke and cheap cologne, said, "sure!"

yeonjun walked out of the gas station, the bell dinging as he opened the door. he walked to the park not far from it and sat on a small bench. it was painted red, but the paint was chipping off, curving up as if begging to be ripped off.

yeonjun opened his drink, a fizzy noise spewing out, and he sipped the drink bitterly, his mind wandering to nothing in particular.

"yeonjun?" a small voice called out. yeonjun ignored it at first, swishing the drink from side to side in his mouth. the voice called him again and he turned in the direction of the familiar sound.

beomgyu. yeonjun did a double take before smiling and standing up, spitting out his drink in shock. "oh my god, beomgyu?!" he yelled excitedly.

beomgyu ran up to him, the familiar sounds of his footsteps making their way to the bench. "hey!"

yeonjun smiled super hard, some of the liquid trickling down his chin from spitting it out. "oh, let me get that for you."

beomgyu reached to wipe yeonjun's chin, but yeonjun smacked his hand away. "still trying to baby me," he said, earning a chuckle from beomgyu.

yeonjun smiled shyly and stood up, his drink still in his hand, swishing around.

"so whats up?"

beomgyu chewed his bottom lip anxiously.

"nothing much. just wondering how you've been. long time no see, huh?"

"yeah. high school was four years ago.."

"damn. its really been that long, huh? you look great, by the way."

yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at himself. he had on a black long sleeved shirt tucked into cuffed jeans, a belt in place. he had little smiley faces drawn on the pockets of the jeans and pen writing on his converse. his hair was slicked back, due to him not wanting to deal with it.

beomgyu wasn't lying, and that eyebrow slit added to his features.

"thanks. now... how have you been? its been so long, holy crap. how was america?"

beomgyu chuckled. "i've been good. and you're never gonna believe this; i met him."

yeonjun paused, "him" loading. "oh my god really? how is it going? was it that guy you met online?"

"its going really well, actually. and yes, i went to see him in america. his name is taehyun. i...i think he might be the one..."

yeonjun's eyes lit up. "thats fucking adorable."

beomgyu chuckled. "it feels cringey to say, but i really think he's the one for me. i'm gonna propose to him soon, actually."

"oh my fucking god, hold on, let me give you my number. i finally got a phone! i've only had it for a few months, but still...i've been working with fashion since graduation. you should let me help with the color palette and like the outfits and theme, and- oh my god, you have no fucking idea how happy i am to see you."

yeonjun handed beomgyu his phone, and beomgyu typed his number in.

"sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself with the wedding thing. its just- oh my god, beomgyu! aren't you ecstatic?

"there," beomgyu said, returning yeonjun his phone. "i'm so glad i saw you again, really. and i am so ecsatic, just trying to be calm. i'm anxious about it."

yeonjun continued smiling, but beomgyu felt guilty. "i'm sorry i just left in the middle of senior year without telling you..."

yeonjun felt his smile soften. "oh, yeah, that was kinda messed up. i had to hear it from some kids in another class... i'll admit, i was so mad at you at first. but i get it now."

beomgyu teared up a bit. "yeah, after my mom died, i didn't really have anywhere to go. i know i could've stayed with you, but i'd already been planning and saving to meet taehyun in real life a few months later, so it kinda worked out."

yeonjun walked up to beomgyu and hugged him. "you've changed so much, beomie. but you're so much happier since the last time i saw you."

he stepped back and smacked beomgyu in the head.

"ow!"

"thats for leaving without saying goodbye. and going across the world to see a stranger on the internet. you were bold," yeonjun said, shaking his head in disapproval.

"eh, we'd already sent letters in the mail and facetimed constantly. i had full trust in him." </p>

"i'm glad you're back. by any chance, is he here with you?"

"yes, he is! maybe we'll go back to america in a few years. but we've both been wanting to come here. he hasn't visited since he was little, and quite a few of his relatives are here in korea. we're staying in seoul, as you can see, but i'll be meeting them in incheon soon."

yeonjun smiled and massaged his cheeks. "i swear to god, you guys are so fucking cute."

beomgyu smiled shyly. "yeah..i'm gonna propose to him soon. i already asked for his parents' blessings, and they both said yes. i'm just...scared."

yeonjun put his arms on beomgyu's shoulders. "listen. you were bold enough to go to the other side of the fucking planet to meet the man you fell in love with online. i fully believe you can do this."

beomgyu wiped his tears. "yeah...i know."

yeonjun sighed. "god, you were fucking crazy for that though...you could've just stayed with me, but..."

beomgyu chuckled, his chest shaking with him.

"anywho, i'm glad you're happy. you've got this, okay?"

"yes..okay! okay." beomgyu said, the nervousness smoothing away from his face.

"i should've visted you while i was in america..."

yeonjun's statement made beomgyu snap his head in his direction. "you came to america? why?"

"oh, i was studying abroad. fashion, like i talked about earlier. were you in la?"

beomgyu held in a breath. "yeah."

yeonjum clicked his toungue in understanding. "ah, i was in chicago. i was only there for about a year, though."

yeonjun smiled sadly. "well, the sun's setting soon. i'm gonna get going. bye!"

"okay, bye! i'm so glad i saw you again."

"i'm glad i saw you too, really."

yeonjun grabbed his bag and began walking the familiar path home.

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end of ch 1 !! hope you enjoyed :)

notes ;

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[swan-of-sunrise]

Ragnarok (Chapter Five)

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki appease the Grandmaster by attending one of his elaborate parties, where (Y/N) discovers some surprising information and a very familiar face.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Now that Carina’s here, we’re getting back to the main plot of Ragnarok! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Five One Month Later… (Previous Chapter)

Being the first-time mother of a newborn baby was difficult, but being the first-time mother of a super-soldier’s newborn baby on a hostile alien planet presented its own set of challenges for (Y/N). Carina was mild-mannered and rarely cried or fussed, but she seemed to inherit her father’s quick metabolism, eating upwards of twelve times a day; newborns typically only ate around seven times a day but Loki and the Grandmaster’s healers assured her that Carina’s healthier-than-normal appetite was nothing to worry about. And just like with Steve, little Carina’s energetic personality meant that it was a great challenge getting her to sleep for long periods of time.

“You, my little lemon drop, are entirely too stubborn.” (Y/N)’s smile reluctantly widened as Carina cooed and the corners of her tiny mouth curled upwards. “You think that’s funny, huh? C’mon, Cari, don’t you want to let Mommy get some rest?” As her daughter continued her happy babbling, she began to pace around the room and gently rock the newborn. “Well, I’ve got a secret weapon that I know you won’t be able to resist.” Carina’s (Y/E/C) eyes twinkled with mischief and (Y/N) held back her tired chuckle before softly singing, “What would you say if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song, and I’ll try not to sing out of key…”

“Mortal, are you in here?” Loki’s voice called out and a moment later, he strode into the bedroom with a troubled frown on his face. “I just came from an audience with-” He cut himself off when he caught the death-glare that (Y/N) was giving him and mouthed a quick apology before leaving her to resume her efforts.

“Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends…Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends…Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends…” To her delight, Carina’s eyes were starting to grow heavy so she continued singing; while she sang, though, the song started reminding her of a certain super-soldier and the friends he was on the run with. “What do I do when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you’re on your own?” Looking up from the drowsy newborn in her arms, (Y/N) stared out the window at the trash-filled landscape of Sakaar with a melancholy smile. “No, I get by with a little help from my friends…Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends…Mm, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends…”

Carina’s steady breathing pulled (Y/N) out of her reverie and once she confirmed that her daughter was asleep, she slowly crossed the room and carefully set her down her in her bassinet. “Love you, Cari,” She whispered, kissing her fingertips and placing them on the sleeping newborn’s forehead. While she looked down at her daughter, she smiled as she spotted Steve’s strong chin and the small line that tended to form between his eyebrows; a month after her birth, it was clear that Carina looked more like her but hints of her super-soldier father were still there, much to (Y/N)’s delight. As quietly as she could, she left the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaning back against the door and letting out a deep sigh. “I finally got her down for a nap.”

Loki, who was preoccupied with polishing one of his daggers, looked up with a small chuckle. “It would seem that she’s inherited the captain’s energetic determination.”

Steve Rogers’ energetic determination is what got me into this situation in the first place, (Y/N) inwardly flushed as vivid memories of that fateful and rather eventful final day in Wakanda filled her mind. Awkwardly clearing her throat, she nodded and moved to take a seat on the opposite end of the sofa. “So, how did your audience with the Grandmaster go?”

“Not very well, unfortunately. He’s, ah, requested your presence at today’s midday soirée and has generously offered us seats in his private box for tomorrow evening’s Contest of Champions.” Loki set the dagger on the table beside its mate before leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “I tried convincing him that you weren’t healthy enough to attend either event but he was rather insistent.”

Since giving birth to Carina nearly a month ago, (Y/N) refused to leave their chambers out of fear for her daughter’s safety and Loki explained her absence from the Grandmaster’s many parties as her recovering from childbirth; she’d hoped that the excuse would buy them enough time to steal the access codes to the madman’s ships and escape Sakaar, but it would seem that the Grandmaster’s patience with his two favorite guests was already beginning to wane.

“I’ll cast protection spells throughout out chamber so that no one but you or I may enter; Carina will be perfectly safe in our absence.”

As kind as they were, Loki’s reassurances did nothing to soothe (Y/N)’s worry. “I don’t know, I don’t like the idea of leaving her all alone…”

“Well, there is something I can do along with the protection spells.” Straightening up, the Asgardian flicked his wrist and another version of him stood before them, identical to the original save for the barely-discernible green shimmer on his edges. “A duplicate created from magic; he’ll stand guard whenever we’re away from our chambers and alert us if anything’s amiss.”

“I guess that’s better,” (Y/N) begrudgingly admitted, fiddling with the sleeve of her lounge shirt as Loki made his clone vanish with another wave of his hand. “Going to that narcissistic madman’s parties and flattering his enormous ego’s one thing, but having to sit there and pretend to enjoy literal fights to the death isn’t something I think I’m prepared to do.” Her eyes drifted over to the closed bedroom door. “I have a damn good reason to try, though.”

Loki’s expression was thoughtful when she glanced back at him, his blue-green eyes filled with mild curiosity. “I understand that it’s a common tactic employed to help children fall sleep, but you sing to Carina quite a lot. Why is that?”

She was quiet for several moments before finally answering his question. “I don’t really talk about it much, but I had a lonely childhood; Dad was emotionally distant and overly-attached to his work, Mom was busy volunteering at my school and dealing with the thanklessness of being a stay-at-home mother, and the five year age gap between my brother and I was difficult to bridge sometimes. Back before high school, I didn’t have very many friends and all the things I really enjoyed doing were solitary activities, like reading and writing. But one weekend when I was around twelve, I went to a neighbor’s yard sale and bought a beat-up Walkman and a box of cassette tapes for five bucks, and that’s when my love of music began. It helped me process emotions and comforted me whenever I felt alone, and it even helped me make friends through a common interest; music’s always been a positive thing in my life, so I guess I wanted to make sure that it was the same for Carina. I’ll do everything I can to make sure that she’ll never grow up feeling the way that I did, though.”

Silence filled the room and after a long moment, Loki hesitantly spoke. “My…My mother taught me magic when I was young. She’d hoped to set me apart from Thor by training me in the ways of sorcery instead of the intricacies of warfare, to give me something entirely my own.” Swirls of green magic enveloped his long fingers and (Y/N) watched its progress as he continued. “Her plan wasn’t without its faults. People grew wary of me once I mastered my craft and were distrustful of my newfound tricks; they kept their distance and the ones that didn’t still cast a wary eye on me. Despite all that, though, magic was something I always turned to for comfort…every time I turned a flower into a frog or cast fireworks into the sky, I’d hear my mother’s voice in my head reminding me that I could do anything.”

(Y/N) looked up from his emerald-green magic and smiled softly. “She sounds like a wonderful mom.”

The Asgardian nodded as the corner of his mouth curving upwards. “She was a lot like you.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, with Loki polishing his daggers while (Y/N) browsed through the dozens of gowns the Grandmaster had gifted her in search of something suitable to wear; while she worked, her eyes would occasionally flick over to her companion and she’d surreptitiously study his focus-filled features. During their month-long stay on Sakaar, she’d slowly gotten to know the man she was pretending to be married to and while she still didn’t know very much about his past, it was becoming apparent that the Loki who helped deliver her baby wasn’t the same Loki who invaded New York with an army of bloodthirsty Chitauri. He’s certainly not like how Steve and Nat described him, she thought to herself, but maybe the guilt of what he did six years ago led to him becoming a better person.

“If I may make a suggestion, mortal?” She looked up to see Loki reaching into the pile of dresses and pulling out a stunning floor-length gown; its material shimmered between teal, pink and lavender, and it came with matching arm sleeves that fastened around the middle finger and extended to the elbow. “The Grandmaster, much like a magpie, tends to favor shiny things, so this one should ensure that you remain in his good graces.”

(Y/N) chuckled in amusement. “That must be why he wears a shiny gold bathrobe all the time, huh?”

“So it would seem,” The Asgardian smirked at her observation before offering her two of the daggers he’d been polishing. “You might feel more at ease if you carried a weapon with you. Do you know how to wield a blade?”

With a noncommittal hum, (Y/N) reached for one of the daggers and took careful aim, throwing it across the room where it impaled itself in the dead-center of the green and white colored wall; she turned back to a visibly-impressed Loki with a mischievous smile and innocently shrugged. “What can I say? It pays to be good friends with a former Russian assassin.”

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“I’m so happy that you were able to come to today’s little get-together, (Y/N), and let me just add that I think our Sakaarian fashion looks remarkable on you, almost as good as it looks on me!” Once he finished pressing a kiss to (Y/N)’s knuckles, the Grandmaster looked over at Topaz standing beside him and grinned. “Topaz, wasn’t I just saying the other day that I missed seeing our charming new guest around?”

The personal guard gave her an appraising glare before turning back to the ruler. “Scrapper 142 has requested an audience with you at your earliest convenience-”

“Oh, I love it when she visits, she always brings me the best stuff!” He clapped his hands together excitedly and flashed (Y/N) an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you and that handsome husband of yours later, okay? Enjoy the baby-free party time!”

The two Sakaarians left, giving (Y/N) a chance to look around the private party lounge. Loki was seated on one of the couches, preoccupied with telling the guests around him an engrossing tale as he drank; the moment they arrived, the Grandmaster had dragged her over to his collection of instruments and forced her to listen to him play a song he’d written in her honor while Loki began mingling with the people who oversaw maintenance on the ruler’s many ships. After taking a moment to check her hair and makeup in the reflection of the nearby window, she began making her way through the crowd to where her companion was sitting; she heard snippets of conversation as she passed by other guests and while most of it was vapid gossip or excited predictions about the evening’s impending fight, one exchange made her stop dead in her tracks.

“…nearly half of the planet was wiped out, all because of their precious Infinity Stone.”

“If Thanos can decimate half of Xandar without a single one of those stones, then I’d hate to see what he can do if he gets his hands on all six…”

Against her better judgement, (Y/N) turned around and approached the two beings with a polite smile. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but I couldn’t help overhearing you say something about Infinity Stones. What exactly are they?”

The pink-skinned female nearest to her nodded. “They’re six elemental crystals created at the beginning of time and each controls a crucial aspect of existence. Let’s see, there’s Space, Reality, Power, um…Soul…”

“Mind and Time, Grella,” Her masked friend finished her sentence for her with their head tilted to the side. “Don’t they know about Infinity Stones on Ass-Gard?”

“Didn’t you hear, Torli? That charming Loki fellow married this Terran to strengthen the diplomatic relations between both planets!” Grella’s black eyes drifted across the room to where Loki was lounging on a couch and she sighed dreamily. “You’re a very lucky woman, you know.”

(Y/N)’s brow was still furrowed in confusion when the two beings turned their attention back to her. “And why does this Thanos person want to collect all six of them?”

“Well, he’s been traveling across the galaxy and invading planets for years now; he wipes out half the population and leaves the other half to live in peace, then he repeats the process on the next planet he visits. It only makes sense that he’d want the Infinity Stones to help him complete his task: balancing the great scales of the cosmos.” Torli laughed. “That’s why I’ve decided to pay the dear Grandmaster a visit; Thanos has no interest in conquering the galaxy’s trashiest trash planet, so Sakaar’s the perfect place to lay low until the Guardians or even that delightful Kree defector put a stop to all his fun.”

With a forced laugh, (Y/N) excused herself and quickly found a quiet corner where she could process everything she’d just learned. The last she’d heard of the Infinity Stones was when Thor left the Avengers to investigate their suspicious re-appearances nearly three years ago; she knew that Wanda had received her enhanced powers through exposure to the Mind Stone and that it was currently a part of Vision’s body, but she didn’t know anything about the other five stones or where they could possibly be. Maybe Loki knows something about this Thanos guy, she thought as she anxiously bit her lip, a part of her hoping that Grella and Torli were only making things up and that the conquering madman wasn’t real.

“Loki? Loki! Over here!”

(Y/N)’s head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice amongst the noise of the party and her eyes widened in shock when she spotted Thor, who was strapped to a mechanized chair across the lounge and busy whispering to his brother; she hurried through the crowd of guests as fast as her gown would allow, a breathless smile on her face as she skidded to a stop beside a visibly stunned Loki. “Thor! Oh, you’re a sight for sore eyes, you found us!”

The blonde Asgardian’s jaw dropped. “Writer (Y/L/N)?! What the Hel are you doing here? And your child-?”

“I touched one of the artifacts in Doctor Strange’s collection and it transported me here, and Loki fell from the Bifrost around the same time; I had the baby a day later and the three of us have been here for a few weeks now, gaining the Grandmaster’s trust while working on a way off this planet.”

“Weeks ago? I just got here!” Thor frowned in confusion as his eyes flicked between the two of them. “Hela pushed me from the Bifrost only seconds after she forced you off, brother.”

She furrowed her brow at the Asgardian’s words. “Wait, who’s Hela?”

“What are you whispering about?” The Grandmaster’s muttered question startled all three of them, causing them to jump and turn to the ruler as he grinned good-naturedly and played a tune on his keyboard. “Time works real different around these parts. On any other world, I’d be like, millions of years old but here on Sakaar…” The ruler’s eyes flicked over to Loki and he flashed him a suggestive smile that made the three of them exchange awkward glances with one another. “In any case, you know this, um…You call yourself Lord of Thunder?”

“God of Thunder. Tell him.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to address the ruler but was cut off by Loki’s hurried reply. “I’ve never met this man in my life.”

“He’s my brother!”

“Adopted.”

The Grandmaster turned to (Y/N), an excited gleam in his pale eyes. “Is he any kind of a fighter?”

She swallowed nervously as she finally realized what his plans were for the God of Thunder. “Surely you can release him-” Loki’s cold hand suddenly latched onto her wrist and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the flash of warning on his face; their situation had clearly become more complicated, but they still needed to remain in the madman’s good graces and arguing with him wasn’t the wisest option at the moment. “Y-Yes, Grandmaster, he’s definitely a fighter, one of the most powerful ones I’ve ever seen.”

“You take this thing out of my neck and I’ll show you.”

“Now listen to that, he’s threatening me!” The ruler giggled in mild amusement. “Hey, Sparkles, here’s the deal: If you wanna get back to Ass-place, Ass-Berg-”

“Asgard!”

“Any contender who defeats my champion, their freedom they shall receive.”

Thor’s gaze met hers and she tried her best to silently convey the seriousness of their situation. It must’ve worked, because he turned back to the Grandmaster and spat out, “Fine, then point me in the direction of whoever’s ass I need to kick.”

“That’s what I call a contender!” Grinning excitedly, the Grandmaster raised his remote controller and activated Thor’s motorized chair. “The direction would be this way, Lord.”

The chair followed after the ruler and a panicked Thor called out to Loki before disappearing around a corner with the Grandmaster and Topaz. Without uttering a word to her companion, (Y/N) turned and made her way down the hall to the elevator, stepping into the empty space and waiting for Loki to enter before closing its doors; once the doors slid shut, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to an uncomfortable-looking Loki as she clenched her jaw in irritation. “So, do you have anything you’d like to tell me?”

“I, er…well, I may or may not have omitted certain key details of how I came to be on Sakaar.”

“…No shit, Sherlock.”

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A/N: Yay, the Contest of Champions is coming up next! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37tHWOMeO7AluDyXnddAUB?si=4ac86938588648b5

Chapter Six

Ragnarok Masterlist

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[tendous-socks]

EXCUSE THE BAD SPELLING AND GRAMMAR I JUST HAD TO GET THIS OUT CAUSE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS

SORRY IF IT MAKES NO SENSE BUT YEAH

MANGA DATES WITH CHIFUYU

MANGA DATES WITH CHIFUYU

IMAGINE THE TROUPE OF YOU BOTH LOOKING FOR THAT NEW MANGA EVERYONES RAVING ABOUT AND YIU FIND IT AND HE SEES YOU FIND AND IT AND ASKS YOU IF HE COULD JUST QUICKLY GET IT, AND YOU REPLY ‘ sure :) ‘ AND

AND

HES LIKE ‘ TYSM :)) ‘ AND GOES TO LOOK AT YOU AND 💥 B A M 💥 he’s blushing 😳😳

CAUSE WAIT WHYRE YOU SO PRETTY EITH A HARM FULL OF BOOKS EASILY COSTING HIS ALLOWANCE AND YOUR OTHER HAND GOIJG TO TUCK A PESKY HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR

AHHHHH

AH H HH WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK OMG OKG IS THIS THE START OF A ROMANCE ?? IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF HIS FATEF LOVE- WILL HE MEET THE LOML OF THIS VERY DAY AS YOU BOTH REACH FOR THE SAME MANGA???

:00

BRO THIS IS LITERALLY HIM

LIKE HES FREAKING OUT AS HIS EARS ARE BURNING UP AS YOUR FACE SCRUNCHES UP IN CONCENTRATION AS YOU SEARCH FOR A TITLE CAREFUL.

HE WANTS TO ASK IF HE CAN HELP- HE REALLY DOES SO YOU CAN START BEING FRIENDS BUT HE SUDDENLY SEES THAT NO YOU FOUND THEM- THE VOLUMES YOU WERE LOOKING FOR NO😭😭

“ are you okay??”

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO HIM???

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR KNIGHT

“ o oh yeah i’m fine… i i just need to find a certain thing… “

“oh really? i can help :) i come here all the time so i know… uhm yeah i’ll help you look “ he noticed that you stopped mid sentence as a blush took over your face

STOP- WHY ARE YOU SO PRECIOUS AHHH

AH HHHH H H H

okay okay okay

SO

he asks what you’re looking for, expecting something like a cute rom com like fruit baskets or maybe even a story like nichijou -

hoping you said horimiya so you could both talk about it 😌🤞

“ berserk :) “

“ oh i love that- say what. “

WDYM BERSERK????? BRO THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF ROM COM 🚨RED 🚨ALERT RED ALERT 🚨

“ oh yeah i’m also looking for.. uh sorry i’m a little embarrassed “

HORIMIYA!

“ pumpkin night… “

he froze.

what-

“ PUMPKIN NIGHT?? REALLY?? HOW-“

you chuckled as you scratched the back of your nape. a smile smile on your lips as you adjusted your haul.

“ yeah i know, gorey right? “

he nodded.

“ i dunno, i thought i’d try romance but it just makes me feel more single than i already am- which i’m surprised you like it.. or are you getting it for your partner??”

“mm? oh uh… yeah mhm yep. “

😀😐😟

CHIFUYU WHAT THE FUCK-

WHEN I SAY THIS MAN IS HAVING A MENTAL BREAK DOWN HES LITERALLY GOING LIKE THIS

HE SEES THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE DROP- NO N ON O NO!!

“ ah i see… anyways uhm, i should go… “ you trailed off as you quickly grabbed a book from the shelf

CHIFUYU YOU BITCH CHASE AFTER THEM!!

“ uh yeah okay… do you wanna get uhm pet?”

“… pet?”

“ i uh- i mean coffe- or whatever you’re into - we can uh talk about manga??” 😐😐 he’s trying okay

you looked him up and down as you noticed his the beads of sweat rolling down his face and his fidgeting. yeah he doesn’t have a lover. that’s what you’re sure of.

😈😈 hehe

“ i would love to!..” YES YES OMFG YES WOOOOO

HE WAS GOIJG CARTWHE

“ but i don’t think your partner would be too fond of us together… talking about… “ you peered at the book he was holding. he could feel your eyes track up his body, almost like a profiler would as you finally met his eyes with a glint of mischief.

“ peach girl. so maybe another time hmm? “

you hummed as you walked away

😀

[changedfaethebetter]

Okay but I can’t get the idea of a Wicked OT3 Muzzled AU out of my head?

(Slight context; Muzzled is about a world where music has power, and singing is the only way to harness magic. Following a war between the elites and the Blackhearts (essentially just traditional bad guys- there’s no set defenition but in the show they include demons and witches and pirates ext.) all Blackhearts were stripped of their status, pushed into slums and magically Muzzled so attempting to sing causes them great pain. It’s set twenty years after the war so all of the main characters grew up in a world where Muzzles are normal.)

So, Glinda would be in Ambrosia’s position (though slightly less... awful) right at the top of Princess society, kind of enjoying tormenting the Blackhearts, and using her magic for some pretty frivolous things. She has power, the perfect man, and she’s getting ready to take over her father’s Kingdom. Everything is perfect, right? She’s always been raised to hate Blackhearts; they tried to kill her father after all. They won the war for a reason! Still, after she sees how painful the muzzles are up close she does feel a little bad- still, they brought it on themselves, right?

Fiyero would be Prince Mode- he does genuinely love Glinda, but he can’t help but feel pretty uncomfortable about just messing with Blackhearts for no reason. He actually ends up feeling really bad for Elphaba after the Princesses trick her... but not bad enough to intervene, though he does apologise afterwards. He actually enjoys hanging around with Blackheart prisoners even if his attempts to connect with them are a little misguided.

Elphaba would be Malfalia- coming from a Blackheart family who still hold a lot of power within their society but who are rejected by most because of their involvement in the war, with only one incredibly cold parent most of her peers are afraid of. She actually ends up idolising royal society against Blackheart tradition growing up, since she doesn’t like the Blackheart ideas about violence, and she’s constantly desperate to try and sing so she can prove she’s one of them- right up until the drunken Princesses humiliate her and prompt her to fight (and break) her muzzle despite the pain using her own inate power.

Elphaba takes advantage of her broken muzzle to infiltrate Princess society- no Blackheart has ever broken their muzzle before so, they wouldn’t suspect her right? Well, she doesn’t think things through super well, but luckily they were too drunk to remember her, because green skin isn’t normal even amongst Blackhearts, but Fiyero vouches for her and she’s in.

“I’m Princess Fatef- Fantasi- Fae. Princess Fae.”

“Fae? I’ve never heard of any green princess before.”

“I’m from the- uh. Spring...well...shire Fae. It’s pretty common over there- there’s magic in the water...”

“Springwellshire? I don’t think-”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard of that! You’re out west, right? You have got to tell us about it!”

Elphaba is pretty cautious of Fiyero at first, unsure why he lied about having heard of a made up place just to help her, but- well, he’s actually pretty sweet? He seems to be getting pretty fed up with the constant go of Royal society, and just wants some peace. Elphaba in turn knows she can’t make any real change until they trust her, and the two of them end up spending more and more time together camped out in libraries or side rooms avoiding the constant parties.

Glinda gets pretty jealous at first of the new girl taking Fiyero’s attention away, and challenges her to a song battle. Though powerful, Elphaba is inexperienced and ends up losing, and getting hurt. Glinda feels so bad she ends up taking care of her until she’s well again, and hey, this new Princess is actually kind of fun? It’s nice to have a break from the never ending glitterati lifestyle, and Elphaba actually makes her laugh? The three of them end up becoming close, and Elphaba isn’t sure she can bare to hurt either of them any more, her plan starting to falter.

By the time rumours about a green-skinned Blackheart girl going missing reach their part of town, causing a stir in the castle, Fiyero and Glinda both love Elphaba too much to throw her out. They protect her from the mob, and she educates them about how difficult life really is for Blackhearts since the war. It takes a long time but Glinda starts fighting her father for change, and by the time she takes the crown herself, she has Elphaba and Fiyero by her side, and they’re able to break everyone’s muzzles. Elphaba doesn’t quite destroy Princess society like she was hoping, but with the trifecta strong and in love and ruling the kingdom together they’re committed to making things better for everyone.

“The trifecta of a Prince, a Princess, and a Blackheart harmonizing at full power! Of course! We’re free!”

[upperstories]

Coco Ideas

Alright. So… I’m that one initially anonymous shy guy… Thank you for your kind words of encouragement and well wishes…

Anyways… A lot of my ideas are heavily inspired by the stunning stories that other people in the Coco fandom have brought to life, including yours, so I apologize if anything sounds really familiar. Everyone in the fandom is absolutely amazing. 

Ernesto has family in the living world. His hometown is Saltillo, Mexico. His father was Santiago Torrero and his mother was Silvana Cantor. [I apologize for the unoriginal surnames. I don’t know an ounce of Spanish, unfortunately.] Ernesto is not his real name, but a combination of one of his given names and his second name. His full name is Eron Alonso de los Nesto Torrero Cantor. 

Santiago Torrero was a bull keeper and fighter. He was… not the best of fathers, but not the worst either. He provided for his family, never cheated on his wife, came home every night, and helped around the house. There were many a times Señor Santiago got drunk, too many times for Ernesto to count, but the man was never abusive. But there was one thing that Ernesto hated that snapped the bond between him and his family. To reduce the danger, his father would often practice for bullfighting matches by using rabid, angry dogs in a make-shift arena at home. Ernesto didn’t like his father’s job, especially the way he practiced for it. He hated seeing so many hurt animals. Some of the dogs, his father had caught from the streets. But not all of them… Ernesto never forgave his father for the death of his own dog, La Música. Packing as many things as he could, he ran away from home shortly after La Música passed away.

After hitching many rides, Ernesto eventually ended up in Santa Cecilia. He was taken in by the orphanage after lying about how his parents were travelers that had died recently during a hike, leaving him to wander Mexico alone. The poor state of his clothes and the bag helped with his story. Once there, he met a young boy named Héctor. 

After sending Miguel back home, Victoria and Rosita turned off the stage camera as Héctor started succumbing to his Final Death. It was a private moment for the Rivera family. Héctor was literally all but golden dust by the time Miguel helped Coco restore her memory of Papa Héctor. His skeletal body had to take several tense minutes to reform enough that the Rivera family could transport him. The flight back on Pepita was a very long one. Héctor still glowed with gold for a majority of said flight before the light eventually faded from his limbs. 

It took nearly a month for Héctor to recover from his brush with the Final Death.The first few days he spends in bed, delirious and unable to speak a word. All his energy is gone but slowly recovering, so he is stuck in bed these first nights. After he gains more of an awareness, he is terribly confused with too many gaps in his memories that needed to be filled. He is also confused by the room he is wakes up to [Imelda’s room] and was going to examine the place more closely, but freaks out when Oscar & Felipe enter through the door. [It was their turn to check-up on Héctor because Imelda needed a break too.] Recognizing the twins and jumping to conclusions too quickly, Héctor bolts out the window before the twins have a chance to calm down Héctor and explain the situation. He makes it to his home in Shantytown, but collapses on the floor exhausted. It takes just a little over two weeks for Imelda to crack and send out Pepita to track down Héctor after the rest of the family tries to frantically search for him with no results. During those two weeks, Héctor struggled to recall many of his memories, though he was slowly but surely getting them back. He still had trouble remembering what happened on Día de los Muertos, wandering around the Land of the Dead in an attempt to try and trigger the memories. It’s only when after the Riveras find him and the ensuing conversation that he finally remembers everything. The memories flooding back to him were too overwhelming that when offered to stay at the Rivera home, he shakes his head and answers with something like “In a week, maybe. I need to get my skull on straight first.” He tries to joke his way out of it, but doesn’t quite succeed… It’s an awkward moment for everyone involved.

Héctor does visit about a week, but he doesn’t stay long. While Imelda has her own anger and pain to deal with, Héctor finds that he has some issues of his own. A near century of being ridiculed and thinking that he deserved all of the anguish he went through because he was the one to leave Imelda and Coco behind does not disappear quite so easily as he thought. He had been pushing away those feelings by concocting plans to get over the marigold bridge for years that now they are coming back with a vengeance. That little voice in the back of his skull starts getting to him, often telling him that he doesn’t deserve being let in.

After every brief visit, Pepita goes and follows Héctor around for three hours, comforts him, and keeps him company before going back to the Rivera home.

After three months of Héctor’s spontaneous and incredibly short visits, the awkwardness and tension of the Rivera family, Imelda’s constantly frustrated mood, and nights filled with sorrow and regret, Oscar & Felipe decide that enough is enough. They track down Héctor [with help from Pepita] and confront him. The confrontation, however, causes Héctor to break down in front of the twins. Cue some brother-to-brother-in-law bonding. Oscar & Felipe learn that bringing Héctor back into the family might not be so easy. Héctor voices his fear of getting close, of possibly hurting them all over again because he isn’t sure if what happened on Día de los Muertos was just a fluke, that he’ll still end up disappearing when Coco crosses over because Héctor had overheard Julio mentioning that Coco had dementia [She has pseudo-dementia, but Héctor and the rest of the Rivera family don’t know that…] and that there’s a possibility that Coco won’t be able to pass on stories of dear, old Papa Héctor.

After returning to the world of the living, Miguel has a fear of being lifted off the ground by taller people from behind and of heights for months. His cousins and friends tease him about it constantly until one day: Benny and Manny accidentally gets everyone in trouble and Abel grabs the closest person, the rather unfortunate Miguel, in the same way that the man who’s always believed in seizing your moment had literally seized Miguel that fatefal night. Miguel starts freaking out and screaming right in front of his family as he is faced with flashbacks of that terrifying moment. It takes the entire family to finally calm him down. Miguel refuses to talk about it. No one ever teases him again on it, too haunted by the absolute terror that Miguel’s face had during his panic attack. 

After remembering what happened on Día de los Muertos and the truth about his death, Héctor stops drinking alcohol for a good portion of time. It’s only because of the combination of his friends at Shantytown and some of the people he borrowed from during his crazy schemes finally noticing and getting Héctor to open up about it that he finally takes his first shot after many years. He still prefers other drinks over it though.

Ernesto escaped the authorities on Día de los Muertos from capturing him by escaping through the building by dropping down inside. He goes into hiding for nearly two years, the energy and life he once had gradually draining out of him as the Land of the Dead scorned him and the Land of the Living forgot him. Despite the disaster that was now his life, he did manage to have a few real friends who still tolerated him after everything. One important friend, Jacobo, works in the Department of Family Reunions. Jacobo is the one to scan and tell Ernesto that someone still had his photo up on their ofrenda. That year, Ernesto sneaks over the marigold bridge and finds out that his mother and father still had a photo of him as a child on the family ofrenda in Saltillo. He also finds out that he also has several siblings and even sees his also dead parents, but he hides in the shadows around his family’s hacienda and simply observes them. He goes back soon afterwards with a quiet thank you to Jacobo. Ernesto does not visit the Land of the Living the following year.

Ernesto decides to do something with his afterlife after the trip, seeing as he won’t be completely forgotten anytime soon. His first goal is to find out what happened to his chihuahua alebrije, Armonía, and what he finds does not make him happy. He finds out that Armonía had been caged and passed around different and rather shady stores, but since no one wanted the alebrije of the infamous Ernesto, Armonía had been treated quite poorly. Ernesto sneaks into the run-down store and rescues Armonía, but the chihuahua alebrije had become terribly sick. It takes nearly nine months of carefully nursing the little chihuahua back to health that Ernesto realizes what he wants to do.

Ernesto studies to become a alebrije veterinarian and starts going by Nesto T. Cantor again. He starts wearing a scarf around his neck that started out white but had an unfortunate encounter with flying colorful paint. He doesn’t bother to get a new one. After getting certified, he opens up a small clinic beside a large body of water in a quiet and lonely corner in a shanty town [A different one from the one Hector frequents].

At first, stray alebrijes remain the bulk of his patients and at some point he managed to befriend an overly clingy mostly-whale alebrije. The whale alebrije loves to float around the tall columns of houses in the Land of the Dead and gives Nesto and Armonía rides all the time. [Nesto will not mention that one time the whale alebrije wanted to play with him and Armonía and very nearly crushed the entire clininc.] Nesto calls him Flaco [He thought of Héctor, once so long ago, when he thought of the name…] and Flaco and Armonía love to play with each other. 

Eventually, many of the stray alebrije’s start recommending Nesto’s clinic to other alebrije. After a year of practice, Nesto manages to gain a small, but loyal following among the alebrijes. When some of the skeletons notice how their alebrijes seem to be in better health all of sudden and question it, the alebrijes don’t take their owners to Nesto’s clinic, knowing his rather tainted reputation and silently protecting him. 

Five years after Miguel’s trip into the Land of the Dead, Dante is the first one to find out what happened to Nesto. The Xoloitzcuintli stumbles into the clinic after a particularly bad landing while trying to practice flying better. Nesto patches Dante up, not recognizing the dog as Miguel’s alebrije, and sends the Xoloitzcuintli out with a stern warning to be more careful. Nesto goes back to work thinking that was that. 

After two years of practicing, the same year he treats Dante, he finds himself being pestered by Dante to cross the marigold bridge. Having a soft spot for dogs, Nesto reluctantly obliges and goes to see Jacobo. Jacobo lets him through, but instead of going to Saltillo, Nesto gets dragged by Dante to Santa Cecelia. To Nesto’s surprise he finds that there’s a pull coming from somewhere in the town. He is led to the Rivera home to which he immediately shies away from. Sneaking around the entrance of the house, he finds out that Miguel had left an ofrenda for him, with a somewhat withering note that stated that Miguel still did not like the man, but that no one deserved to be forgotten. He stays there the entire night, hidden up in the attic and listening to the music he once sung so passionately for. He leaves without of the Riveras noticing he was ever there in the first place, but Pepita notices him leaves at the last minute.

Nesto has a great singing voice and he sings to calm down some of his patients when their anxiety gets too high or the pain start becoming too much. Sometimes he sings when there is no work for the day, sitting on the front porch, and petting Armonía or when he’s playing with the water when Flaco is there visiting. 

Héctor finds Nesto many, many years after the movie through pure coincidence. Héctor had been simply wandering around the Land of the Dead when he hears Nesto singing to Armonía and stumbles upon the clinic. The atmosphere is quite tense, with Héctor forgiving Nesto and Nesto telling Héctor that Héctor really needs to get a bad bone, because it’s hard to hate him when the man can’t hold a grudge to save his afterlife. Another idea for this one having Nesto reunite with the Riveras because Miguel is in danger of some sort. Nesto only comes to help Miguel since the boy still bothered to make and maintain an ofrenda for Nesto, even after everything the man did to the Rivera family. 

I… apologize for the long post, but I hope you enjoy them.