▪ 3rd POV ▪
You looked the creature in the eyes.
A soft look on your face.
(Y/N):
"After all this time....."
"I can't believe you're actually here...." Your voice cracked a bit. Tears were threatening to fall.
"You were dead... They killed you... Right In front of me... I was devastated..."
They fell to their knees. Tears falling from their eyes.
(R&R)
(Ruby&Ruben):
"(Y)-(Y/N)...... I-Is y-you....?"
It was hard for them to speak. I guess that new body of theirs is the reason. Their distorted and husky voice brining you immense guilt.
You gently took their hand. Holding close to your chest.
You gave them a nod.
They immediately engulfed you in a warm hug.
Tears were pouring, sobs were let out.
You bit your lip and tightly closed your eyes.
Holding in the tears.
(R&R):
"W-We mi-missed y-y-you....."
(Y/N):
"So did I.... So did I...."
You breathed in. Hugging them tightly.
(R&R):
"It hurts... I-It hurts s-so m-much..."
(Y/N):
"I know...."
(R&R):
"I wanna die...."
(Y/N):
"I know....."
They continued crying on your shoulder.
A few minutes passed. Your classmates staring at you in shock.
(R&R):
"(Y)-(Y/N)...."
(Y/N):
"Yes...?"
(R&R):
"Family... Sword...."
Your eyes widened.
The family sword....
Passed down through generations in your family.
An indestructible sword with great power.
It's been passed down from mother, to daughter, father to son. You were the current holder of this sword.
Once the user dies it's given to either the users oldest kid, going down to youngest, or is given to the youngest in the family tree.
It was blessed by gods and gave the family great power. It can be controlled with a flick of a finger. An easy weapon to use.
It would be used for wars and executions.
The Sword can be summoned from a drop of blood. But the more blood, the more powerful it is.
You created a more powerful way to use The Sword. By mixing your fire with blood.
Your own little recipe of power.
(Y/N):
"The Family Sword...? What do you what me to do with- Oh god no,"
They looked up to you with pleading eyes.
You looked down. Eyes tightly shut.
"I can't..."
(R&R):
"No... Choice...."
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S o m b r a \\ BNHA x Hispanic Reader
FanfictionIn the brink of insanity your so called, 'father' rampages. Killing two loved ones. F e w y e a r s l a t e r Your siblings are killed. One by one. The rest of your relatives try to keep away from you. Not wanting to catch your curse. Now it's sta...
