i love them – Stop talking and start doing: My Fallout Shelter for my Tumblr blog

kereeachan:

So I started a little Coco fic. Here’s the opening scene, starting shortly after Miguel leaves the Land of the dead:

“I didn’t know she could pray that fast,”
Rosita whispered to Victoria.

“I did. When Coco got the flu she prayed for two days,” Victoria
replied as Imelda continued viciously shaking Héctor’s shoulders while
muttering prayer after prayer in increasingly desperate tones.

“I mean, he’s still here, that’s good, right?”
Oscar said.

“And his bones are even looking a little
better…hey, his bones are looking better!” Felipe said.

“In fact, I don’t think he’s done that shuddering-shimmer
for about two or three minutes now,” Julio added.

“Ah, Imelda?” Rosita asked. “Can you maybe…not…shake
him so hard?”

“He is looking better…I think,” Felipe added.

Imelda paused in her shaking and praying and
peered closely at Héctor, who put a hand to his head with a groan.

“My love, not that this is a bad thing but…why
are there two of you?” Héctor asked, squinting slightly.

Imelda frowned and promptly left go of Héctor’s
shoulders, dropping him to the ground with a sold crack as he landed.

“He’s fine,” she said flatly, dusting her
hands off on her apron as she stood.

“He’s fine!” Rosita cheered, hugging Felipe
and Oscar.

“I’m fine?” Héctor asked before sitting up and
cheering. “I’m fine! Miguel did it, oh, my Coco! My baby girl remembers me!” He flopped back on the ground,
hugging himself, “Oh my little Coco…”

“Should we give him a minute?” Julio asked.

“He’ll take an hour,” Imelda said, rolling her
eyes. “Héctor! We have business to attend to!”

“Right, right,” Héctor said, scrambling to his
feet. “…What business would that be, exactly?”

“Well,” Julio said, adjusting his hat, “We
just exposed one of the afterlife’s biggest celebrities as a murderer and an
artistically bankrupt song-stealer. Probably going to be some questions.”

“Ernesto!” Héctor said, shooting to his feet
and rolling up his sleeves. “Where did he go?”

“Oh no!” Imelda said, grabbing Héctor by the
collar. “You are not going to go starting fights!”

“Oh, says you!” Héctor said. “You hit him with
your shoe over me! I at least get to hit him with my fist over me!”

“I didn’t hit him for you!” Imelda said.

“You said it was for me!” Héctor said.