Character Oneshots!

Lady Micte - What to do with you? (A,F)

(A/N: Maya and the Three was absolutely brilliant, I binge-watched it when I was Ill and could not get enough of Lady Micte, Goddess of Death. if you haven't watched it, and you're at all a fan of either Book of life (omg I love book of life so much) or even coco, then you'd love it.)

"What to do with you, heh?" Lady Micte, Goddess of Death, smirked maliciously, sat utop her high throne next to Mictlan, God of War. "No mortal has made it this far, no mortal has entered the realm of the immortals. Speak."

"My lady," Y/N began, bowed before them both on her knee. "The mortals have forsaken me." The goddess of death leaned forwards, listening fully now. "I was banished from the kingdoms, forced to live in the jungle. I was accepted, for a time. But my ancestor, Vucub, God of the Jungle, has forsaken me too."

"Get to the point!!" The God of War shouted across the room, slamming his first down, face separating and joining once more.

"I come seeking asylum. Shelter."

A deep, mocking laugh resounded throughout the room, emanating from Lord Mictlan himself. "You? Stay here?" He laughed again, disbelieving. "Never!" He slammed his first down once more, standing, moving to where Y/N was knelt, heads splitting. "I should sacrifice you, absorb your measly power, and discard you." He threatened, picking Y/N up around the chin.

"Or, mi amore, we could keep it, have it be our spy, and bring whatever we need here, right to you, I could certainly find lots of uses for it," Lady Micte suggested, an evil look crossing her face at the idea. She looked magnificent, and he looked brutish. He seemed foolish, and she seemed to have another idea for Y/N that she wasn't sharing with the class.

"What a brilliant idea, mi amore, although, where are we going to keep it?"

"I shall deal with that, don't worry, let it go. I shall take it to where it shall live now."

He dropped Y/N, allowing for her body to crumple on the floor.

"Come," she floated from her throne, chin lifted, looking down at Y/N, and turned out towards the great doors. They made it out of the throne room, down several corridors before Lady Micte's character completely changed.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes," she responded, now walking, as if it were too much effort to continue. "I hate my husband," she muttered, opening a door.

"This is your room now, it's not often my husband allows anyone to live."

"Thank you, my lady,' Y/N responded, peering through the doorway.

"My room is there, don't be afraid to knock, I do not sleep with my husband, so there is no fear there."

Y/N took that detail in and questions began to fly across her mind, unable to stop them, and half not wanting to.

"You're tall for a mortal."

"Yes, I get that a lot," Y/N responded, a little embarrassed that even the immortals pick up on it. They were stood facing eachother, almost the same height. Very unusual.

"Tell me your story."

"My what?"

"Your story. How did you get here?"

"It's a long one," Y/N said, looking away.

"I've got time."

Y/N walked into her new abode, hearing as Lady Micte followed, the clack of her heals on the stone the only indicator. They both took a seat on the sofa that the room provided, only realising after they were both seated that they were a little closer than could be concidered friendly.