Historical Figures x Reader

Zumbi dos Palmares x reader

Requested By: DudaCampos080

When you and Zumbi were children, you and him were captured by the Portuguese and given as slaves to a priest, António Melo. Zumbi was baptized as Francisco and you were baptized as Anne. When you two were around the priest, you would call each other by those names, but in secret you would address each other by your real names. The priest taught both of you Latin, the Portuguese religion and language, and assigned to serve the Catholic mass.

 It was late at night, and you and Zumbi were getting ready for bed. The bedroom was dimly lit by a candle that was sitting on the wooden night stand between both of your beds. Zumbi recently had turned fifteen and was showing maturity at an early age. You were fourteen, but still remained curious and imaginative like a child. Even though you two had entered your teenage years, you refused to sleep in different bedrooms. Zumbi had a gloomy look on his face as he fixed the blankets on his bed.

"Zumbi, what's with the sad face?" you asked him. He turned to you and sighed.

"I was just thinking," he replied.

"What were you thinking about?" you asked as you climbed in your bed. Zumbi sat on his bed and rubbed his hands together as he stared at his lap. He seemed to be deep in thought for a moment.

"It's ok if you don't want to tell me," you quickly said, thinking that you had upset him.

"No, No, it's not that, (y/n)," he replied as he quickly looked up at you. He then glanced down again and sighed.

"Alright, I'll tell you since I think you should know, but don't tell António," he said in a serious tone.

"Why can't I tell the priest?"

"Because..." he paused, "...because I said so. This is serious, ok?" You nodded, understanding and wanting to know what he was keeping from you. 

"I want to go back home." You stared at him for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles.

"We're already home, silly!" you said as you calmed down. 

"No we're not," he replied as he glared at you. You looked at him and glared back.

"Yes we are," You said back, equally as stern as him. He shook his head.

"No, now listen. You may not have noticed, but we look different from the people here. Our skin is darker than theirs. I don't even know if you remember, but we were taken from our real home before being brought here. You were only five at the time, but surely you can remember." Your glare vanished from your face and was replaced with tears welling in your eyes. You blinked the tears away, but one escaped and was rolling down your cheek.

"H-He," you started, "He said that th-this was our home, n-now." 

"Well, maybe he lied!" Zumbi said with a raised voice. He then sighed and composed himself. "I don't want to stay here any longer. I want to go home, to the real home. You can stay here if you wish. I won't be mad, but please...come with me. Brazil is our home, your home." Suddenly the door to the bedroom opened and in walked António.

"Shouldn't you two be sleeping?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, father. I was just reminding Anne what we're supposed to do tomorrow," Zumbi replied.

"That's fine, but please go to sleep. It's really late." António left the room and closed the door behind him. Zumbi blew out the candle and crawled into bed. You two fell asleep without another word. 

(Word Count: 591)