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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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The family was frowning as they all gathered for lunch outside on the picnic blanket. Nine year old Mirabel mentioned a picnic the other day off handed and the family thought that sounded like a good idea, although Luisa and Felix would have to help Pepa up off of the ground later.

Mirabel was running late. She had been hunting down the perfect naturally grown flowers to make a flower crown for her Tia and unborn primo. She said she wanted to find them herself instead of having Isa grow them.

"Dolores? Where is Mirab-" Alma asked but Dolores was already removing her ear muffs that Mirabel insisted she wear since they were going to play in the water and they might get too loud.

"LOL-"

"Shut up brat we're trying to save you!"

"Someone's grabbing her! They're kidnapping he-"

Luisa, Isabela and Alma were already running in the direction Dolores was pointing while Bruno and Felix helped Pepa up, the woman having one hell of a hurricane starting to form even as lightning flashed and struck the ground.

The rest of the family followed Dolores who was leading them to where Isabela was already hurling vines and cacti at the would be kidnappers while Luisa grabbed Mirabel and cuddled her close.

They got there in time to see Abuela start beating one man with her sandal.

"How dare you try and take my nieta!" She was furious and her hits were leaving bruises and welps.

"We see how horrible you all became after her ceremony! And that's in town! There's no telling what you do to the poor girl when alone! How many times have you beat her huh?!" One man demanded and he was immediately struck by lightning.

"We'd never hurt Mirabel." Pepa growled out dangerously as Mirabel was handed to Julieta to be checked for injuries and healed.

"I know you wouldn't Tia. I know my familia loves me and would never hurt me. They're probably drunk. You don't need stress right now." Mirabel, their sweet little miracle angel, was fretting over Pepa and trying to calm her down.

"Mirabel, sweetheart, why don't you, Dolores, Camilo, and Agustin go back to Casita with Pepa. Stress isn't good for the baby or her right now. We'll sort out these men and make sure they know better than to spout accusations while drunk." Alma asked giving Mirabel a sweet soft smile and Mirabel nodded immediately.

"Come on Tia. Let's get back to Casita and have some tea. I can show you the blanket I've been working on for the baby!" Mirabel said and she fretted and fussed over her heavily pregnant Tia as she helped the woman back to Casita, the others named in tow.

The rest of the family waited until they knew she was gone far enough before dark eyes were turned to the would be kidnappers.

"No one tries to hurt or take away our Mirabel. Familia. Don't kill them, let them serve as a warning to anyone else wishing to take her away. But make sure they hurt." Alma said her eyes dark and cold and the family all gave grins that looked feral.

Bruno and Julieta moved first, each slamming something into the faces of the men. Bruno slammed a glass tablet into one man's face, taking glee in how the glass broke and cut him. While Julieta slammed the serving tray from their picnic into the other man's face, breaking his nose with ease.

The family gleefully took turns making sure the men would remember this lesson and spread the word not to touch Mirabel. Luisa going last as she broke their arms and legs with the upmost ease and then coldly told them that if they tried taking her baby sister again she'd see how far she could throw them and how hard they'd hit the mountain.

Then Alma stepped forward and forcefed them some of Julietas food to heal them before punching them hard enough to break their noses again.

"This will seem like a civil conversation to the next person who tries to take my nieta from us. This is the first and only warning anyone gets. If it happens again...we won't hold back."

Alma then told Luisa to break their leg, one leg each, again and the family were to leave them to crawl back to the village. Only after they got to the village would they be healed again.

Then Alma ushered everyone to Casita. They needed to check on Mirabel again and make sure she was truly safe.

She was and she didn't mind that her protective family insisted that she have a sleepover with at least one other person for weeks afterwards. She loved her family and she was glad that they loved her so much in return.

No because...after 4, almost 5 years...you still haven't picked up on the Madrigals’ behavior? SERIOUSLU THOUGH...I'm glad they double dutched on yo goofy ahh ☠️☠️

And WHY WOULD YOU THINK YOUR SAVING HER??? SHE WAS NEVER IN TROUBLE???? I know as soon as Mirabel left and the Madrigals started smiling, them mofos knew they were not walking out of this event unscathed.

Chile anyway so...Stan Mirabel for caring so much about Pepa and Antonio, she's way too sweet (and low key oblivious) in this au. Too sweet man. Too sweet. And you know that even after the (very one sided) fight, she was 110% on board with the sleepover idea, because she loves them so much.

the Madrigals pulling on those guys up:

And two requests! Sorry I wasn’t able to get to them last night, I had called alseep, so my bad 💀💀:

✨You’ve got mail!✨

Anon asks:

“I know it’s not cannon to Housebroken!Madrigals, but could snippet anon write a scenario where Fèlix and Agustín were cursed to?”

kmlightfury asks:

“Hello👋, I have found your blog and your AUs are very creative, I have a question, how It would go if Bowser/Koopa Alma meet her conterparts of the cocconed, housebroken, mermaid and protective AUs? (english is not my first language so please excuse me for any grammatical error)”

I'm glad you like my aus and blogs so much Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ And Snippet Anon is honestly a saint for writing these snippets, dear Lord. And don't worry about grammatical errors, everyone is welcome here, native English speaker or not :)

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto dolores #encanto isabela #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto alma #encanto Pepa #encanto julieta #encanto bruno #encanto felix #encanto agustín #protective madrigals au

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casitafallz · 1 year

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LTRL AU | Twirling Weather Vanes

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The thunder and clouds above Casita were not a pleasant sight, as it never was and the patter of rain and growing was less so, but Alma was no fool to the news. She had heard whispers, but she didn’t know the truth.

If last time was anything to go by, the family would return to Casita and so, she had to as well.

The fact Isabela was involved, wasn’t too much of a surprise but sh disliked the conflicts; Isabela attacked Camilo, Camilo attacked Isabela, or Isabela was attacked by Parce… it didn’t sound like it was a simple situation but one Alma was already growing a headache for hearing.

Why was another mess happening in her family?

Casita opened their doors quickly, the roof new shielding her from the onslaught of rain up until she reached the dining room to see almost the entire family was there and there was a mixture of dark looks being thrown across the table. The only one absent was Julieta which was not a good implication.

Camilo had a tissue over his nose and blood on the front of his ruana and hands, Mirabel was resting ice on her knuckle, Antonio was hugging Dolores while Felix was tending to Pepa, patting away the snow cloud, Luisa was standing in the background, arms folded with a downtrodden expression and Agustín looked to be in the kitchen with Bruno and trying to get together either food or drink.

“Abuela.” Luisa was first to notice her as she strode in, the atmosphere turning even more tense.

“What happened?” Abuela demanded tightly, Casita pulling her chair open for her but she couldn’t sit just yet.

“Camilo set Parce on Isabela.” Mirabel spoke up first, her eyes tear filled as she glowered at her cousin.

“What?!” Her voice dropped in tone, her gaze turning hard to her eldest grandson who shrunk down into his seat.

“She had me in vines! I panicked!” Camilo defended, removing the issue though the blood still seemed to roll down his upper lip.

“She had-” Alma paused, “whole story, now.”

“Isabela and Camilo looked like they were auguring,” Luisa announced shakily, “What about, I don’t know but I was on the roof, pulling a pallet of stone up to the church roof. The rope snapped and Camilo almost got caught underneath if Isa hadn’t pulled him out of the way with her gift.”

Alma swallowed uneasily at the news. “I thought all ropes were checked before reaching certain heights. We learned such a lesson after Señora Lopez’s death nearly thirty years ago.”

“It…was my fault, Abuela.” Luisa looked down. “I…forgot that…just because I could move it with no issues, the rope would be a different story.”

“We’ll circle back to you later, Luisa,” Alma said, but her attention was elsewhere. “Where is Isabela now?”

“She’s being tended to by Dr Lopez and his family.” Dolores piped up, not stopping the soft circles against Antonio’s back, the child sniffling still but seeming content in her arms. “Tia’s on her way back with Señora Rojas.” Her eyes flickered to Agustín as she spoke.

Alma also spared her son-in-law a look as well. Another Vera visit was hardly going to be pleasant but…not unsurprised given the events. Clearly, news or a lecture was coming their way as well too if the last few events were an indication of Vera’s involvement.

Agustín didn’t wait and just vanished out the door to his wife and mother but the momentary time gave Alma a moment to think of the short version of what had happened.

An argument, probably something petty if it was between Isabela and Camilo—she doubted it was overly relevant to the follow up because it was no secret the tensions between the two were unideal but she couldn’t fault Camilo’s reason for discomfort any more than Isa most likely reacting to them.

She couldn’t fault Luisa’s part if the rope snapping was innocent; pulling it up high was easiest for her to pull from the top and not think much the rope’s bearing weight when it was light as anything in her own hands. She’d pull Luisa away from construction and church renovations for the next few days until nerves had been settled. Luisa looked fairly rattled and it wouldn’t be wise for her to keep doing that.

The fact that… Isa had used her gift so publically was worrying, but she knew in her own words that Isa’s gift restriction would be conditional. Saving someone’s life would count for something, but clearly, something had gone amiss.

“Camilo, why did you set Parce onto Isabela? Jaguars are one of the deadliest creatures we have that live in our jungles.” Alma decided to ask.

“I didn’t know what was going on, Abuela.” Camilo coughed a blood clot into the tissue, taking a clean one that Pepa was quick to grab, despite the snow cloud and wash of cold air that bustled through the dining room. He licked his lips in disgust at the tissue. “She wrapped me up in vines suddenly. What? I’m not supposed to panic about that?”

“You didn’t hear the thundering crash of bricks behind you?”

Camilo shrugged, “I thought she was trying to kill me.”

Alma tittered, though Pepa’s thundered snuffed it out with a much larger crack of thunder. A…statement she may have worried about a week ago, but she had tried to…see past some of the issues she had to hope Isa wouldn’t relapse into that sort of behavior. Was she still worried? Of course, but with so many other witnesses; she was content to believe this was not an attempted murder case.

Mirabel’s hand clenched even more her eyes baring into his face. “So you thought to kill her first? Aren’t you a hypocrite?”

“Hey! I was never trying to kill her!”

“Right, like she never tried to kill me either!” Mirabel spat, “Don’t condemn her when you’re using the exact same excuse as she did.”

Alma coughed, drawing the teens from letting this escalate though Alma’s attention turned to see Julieta and the other two finally make their way into the dining room.

“What is all of this shouting about?” Vera asked as if she hadn’t overheard the tail end of Mirabel’s words.

“Mama!” Mirabel jumped from her seat, abandoning the ice to the table top. “Is she okay?”

Julieta nodded swiftly, “She’ll live.”

That was a settled relief, Alma’s shoulders relaxed.

“but… she’ll have scars.”

“Didn’t you heal her up?” Pepa was the first to ask, “All of it.”

Julieta shook her head, “I healed the worst of it. She’ll be staying with the doctor’s family for the next few days for observation.”

“What about…it?” Mirabel asked, her eyes begging for information but what was referenced, Alma had no clue. Isa was the only one seemly hurt...unless she was mistaken?

“He’s…why she’s being monitored. If all is good the next few days, there should be no immediate risks.”

“He? It’s a boy!” Mirabel looked to brighten up, even Luisa took a sharp intake of breath at such news. Despite her clear joy at the news, there was still caution and worry on her face.

“A boy? What are you on about?” Alma couldn’t help herself to ask.

“Mama… is now—“ Agustín went to start but Vera held up a hand with a soft smile and a nod. Agustín stepped down with a nod, guiding Julieta to a chair, though Julieta caught on to the bruise that lined her daughter’s knuckles.

“Alma, we kept a certain fact regarding Isabela a secret for a reason.” Vera addressed, “I’ve been aware of this for over a week now and it was in confidence she trusted me to know and to reveal at my discretion. Julieta’s side of the family knows and….Dolores.”

Dolores didn’t even look ashamed of such a fact as Antonio shifted to lean against her chest on his side; his face puffy with tears but calmer than before. Alma though didn’t spare her much of another thought either.

“To put it bluntly, Isabela’s pregnant.” Vera announced, “She’s entering the third trimester now but she’s inherited a family condition from my side that’s obscuring the visual pregnancy side effects so you wouldn’t have noticed.”

Alma stared in somewhat disbelief. Isabela.

Pregnant.

She wanted to shoot that idea out of the water very quickly because…that now was not the time for that. Isabela with a baby? After everything? Was there nothing the girl wasn’t doing to their family without consideration? She remembered what had been said after she had been caught, the girl had been the carpenter boy for a while but…surely if there was a pregnancy then it should have been picked up sooner.

Dolores should have told her if she could hear the heartbeat.

It…could give more context of why Isabela was acting very…odd and distanced but she hoped the girl understood what would come now; she had to marry the father. Their family had enough shame. Not an illegitimate baby.

“Hopefully, today’s event won’t push her into early labor but we’re having to wait and see.”

Alma stiffened as the realization was followed by the implication of what today’s event could do. That baby could die. Alma’s eyes flickered to her eldest daughter, watching her hold tightly onto Mirabel’s arm, reaching out to Luisa who had closed the gap and stood behind her and held her hand.

Alma knew her desire for great-grandchildren was there and that hadn’t changed but… regardless of the other factors in the child’s conception and…Alma had no idea how far along Isa truly was but she was not stupid with the consequences of an early birth. Her triplets had been worryingly early, but that was literally on the basis she couldn’t physically carry them for longer. Her body had limits.

“Baby? Isa’s having a baby?” Antonio’s voice was small and so innocent, “so, I won’t be the youngest?” He looked to have perked up before his huge eyes widen and his hands came to his cheek. “Oh no! We need to make an… an apology card! Make Isa know we’re very sorry and …and to keep the baby safe until it’s done cooking!” He wiggled off Dolores’s lap and ran off.

“Antonio…” Pepa called, following after him; taking the new flurry of weather with her.

Felix now looked far more serious, his arm lent onto the table and his eyes fixed on Camilo.

“Camilo, Go to your room.” Felix’s voice lost all warmth and that was enough for Camilo to jump up and more or less run away. “What are the risks? Is…there anything we can to do help Isabela?” He spoke directly to Vera now.

“Right now, no. It’s a waiting game.” Vera spoke, “Julieta’s gift has repaired the damage to her arm and restored blood but all that’s remaining is the scars. Isa didn’t want that to be healed away. She’s still on thin ice but as long as no one stresses her out, then the chances are she’ll deliver him in good time, not early.”

Him.

A boy.

A great-grandson.

It clicked now what Mirabel meant a few minutes ago when talking about ‘it’. Its well-being was hung in the balance and…. even Alma knew the death of that baby would hurt. She didn’t want that, even if the baby was…entirely unplanned. They had time to get Isa married, assuming that she was able to keep it. She hoped she could.

“Wait, is that the baby you were asking about?” Bruno asked, leaning forwards in his chair. “Is that the baby I saw?”

Vera looked at him calmly, despite the looks thrown his way, Alma included. Did he have a vision of the child?

“Si. It made sense that… what you described was moments of the family; near or far of when it will happen. The fact you mentioned he seemed fully developed at birth is the relief that he will be born in good time but…I can’t help but worry that he may be born sooner.” Vera sighed softly, pushing the glasses up her nose that slipped down.

“Bruno, why don’t you go to your vision cave and see?” Alma asked. “As…displeased that she’s this far along and unmarried, we need to get an idea of what time we have before his birth and…hoping he’s not at risk.”

Bruno shrunk down in his chair, “Ma… I don’t want to do visions. Not anymore.”

“We need to know, Bruno. That…baby is your great-nephew.”

“Let’s not put pressure on Bruno, Alma.” Vera interrupted sharply, “Since he’s already said the baby’s born healthy, there’s little need to force him to go through the entire picture.”

“It’s your great-grandson as well, do you not want to see if he develops well? Or better?”

“I will see it when it happens, Alma. I’m content to know he’ll be born healthy and that is all I can ask. No amount of looking forwards can change what’ll happen. He sees the future. We can’t change that.” Vera stood her ground, “It might be his gift, Alma but it’s still his gift. Can’t you respect the price he pays for it?”

Alma narrowed her gaze, “The price is necessary for the safety and sanctity of our family and of the Encanto.”

“I know you keep telling yourself that but you don’t have a gift, Alma. Neither do I or any of the in-laws have a gift.” Vera stated, “You don’t know the personal tolls of the gifts people have. I don’t but if someone doesn’t want to use their gift, it’s for a reason.”

“Señora Rojas is right,” Felix, of all people spoke up, his hand coming to Dolores’s arm with some affection, “gifts can be a heavy burden that I wish no one had to have.” Dolores gave him a small, tired smile.

“Not having a gift can have its own weight.” Agustín piped up, not as loud though his eyes were lingering on his youngest daughter and yet, Alma brushed past that.

“Let’s not all pile onto that boat, we’re not here to discuss that.” Alma decided; she had to keep some order and reverence, the rest could come later.

“I think it should, Alma. Lower your demands on your family’s use of gifts and let the parents manage their children.” Vera spoke, “You are not your grandchildren’s keeper.”

“That doesn’t mean I can let them run amok.” Alma rose to her feet calmly but she just needed to get out and clear her head. But first, she had to talk to the priest. “The child’s father is the Marquez’s boy?” the one she had caught in the bed.

“Si.”

“Good. We need to make preparations for him and Isabela to marry before the child is born.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Mirabel was the first to answer with wide eyes, “You’re not…going to discuss it? And...you;re gonna force Isa into marriage again?”

“Right now, Mirabel we need to get both Isa and Señor Marquez married before the child is born for the family’s sake, for Isabela and the Baby’s sake,” Alma spoke because she knew Isa would share the same concerns; she wouldn’t want a bastard child so why not marry the father? If they were together this long before being found out, maybe there was a good foundation of marriage between them. “Dolores, where is Señora Marquez?”

Dolores’s face wiped off expression quickly, her eyes flickering to her father’s quickly.

“Dolores.” Alma raised her eyebrow.

“You won’t find him.” Dolores’s tone was cool. “They can’t marry in Encanto”

Alma blinked but could feel the growing frustration getting bigger in her gut. “Dolores, all I’m asking is a location of him.”

“And you won’t find him,” Dolores repeated tightly.

“Why not?”

Dolores swallowed thickly, shaking her head. “Abuela, you know I can hear everything that happen in Encanto, whenever I was younger and I told you, you told me to keep some things to myself or to stop lying.”

Alma’s head tilted, surprised that Dolores would remember that but it didn’t matter right as much. “What are you saying?”

“People are abusive, Abuela.” Dolores inhaled deeply. “I can hear their vile words or when they beat their children.”

A sharp intake was heard mostly from Julieta, one hand coming to her mouth while the other tightened onto Mirabel. Alma felt the welt of discomfort in her own stomach but she suppressed the urge to wave that off when it…clearly weighed on Dolores’s shoulder. Felix was clearly supporting his daughter by the way he rubbed her back.

“The Marquez family is one of them.”

“Oh god, is the baby at risk of that?” Mirabel asked.

“No, Mateo Marquez is a victim of that abuse from his sister. From his mother too, when she was alive as well. His father doesn’t defend him.” Dolores looked down. “Abuela, you had Luisa take him to his home. To his abuser. I heard what she did to him. You won’t find him.” Her words finished with a bitter sneer before rose to her feet and walked off.

Leaving Alma to feel the cold seep into her gut at that implication.

Felix knew there was…a lot to unpack and he felt both shame and struggle that he hadn’t expected. He was glad that Pepa had seen to their youngest to help him get together the while they had talked but he also wished she had been there to be part of it; to understand more of what had all happened.

He could feel the weight was off Dolores’s shoulders more but the implication of the…baby’s father was chilling. He could only imagine that…Isa knew by now he was most likely gone, but with no proof they couldn’t do anything to the Marquez girl. Felix didn’t yet try to open that gate of awaiting grief but he was glad to see his wife in their son’s room, Antonio sitting at his desk with his animals around him.

Parce was there, but hung by tree roots with a sad demeanour but it wasn’t without reason. Felix hadn’t been there but Luisa had mentioned that she had literally freed the jaguar from the vines that Isa had wrapped him up in—in self-defense—and no one else had been willing to approach him for what had happened. It was unspoken but it would be good for the jaguar to not be seen in public during the day. He’d probably have to talk to Antonio about letting the wild cat out at night for hunting but that was for later.

Dolores, he knew needed some time but he planned to see her again once he had spoken to Pepa about their eldest son and got a plan of action.

“How is everything going?” Felix asked, slipping into the room with a warm smile at his youngest. All around him, he had drawings and half-written notes. Antonio looked to be coloring in a picture of a stick-figure of Isa with basic flowers and a….egg shape thing with a smiling face on.

“I’m almost done!” Antonio spoke, “Mama helped with the words and…and I’m just finishing the font picture.”

“I see, what’s this?” Felix knelt next to him, picking up the card.

“That Isa and the baby,” Antonio said, “Isn’t It obvious?”

“Oh, yes. I see it now.” Felix leaned down, kissing the side of his head. “How are you feeling now, Mijo?”

Antonio paused, looking down. “About…about what happened? Sad”

Pepa’s cloud darkened a little but she put on a brave face nonetheless. “It’s okay to be sad.” She spoke.

Antonio nodded. “I know but… Does Isabela hate me now? I want to see the baby when it’s ready to pop out but… but if she hates me I won’t!” His lip wavered, “I don’t want the baby to hate me too..” His eyes welled up.

“Mijo…” Pepa sighed sadly, “You know, what happened wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re mother’s right, Toñito, it wasn’t your fault. I’m sure Isa understands that you had no part in what happened.”

“but…but Parce is my friend..”

“Who acted on your brother’s order…that wasn’t you and I know Isa probably understands that as well.” Felix reasoned. “you making this card for her is a wonderful start to making her feel better, okay.”

Antonio sniffed but brightened up a little. “I want to give it to her when it’s done.”

“Alright, but Antonio, for now; you cannot bring Parce or let Parce be around Isabela.”

Antonio nodded, “I know, it could scare the baby out of her and… and I don’t want that to happen.”

Felix nodded and smiled, “Thank you for being so incredibly understanding. I’m sure Isa would definitely appreciate that as well. When you’re done, why don’t you find Mirabel and ask her to take you down to the doctor’s house to give it to her.” Felix ruffled his hair before he let himself become more serious. “Right now, me and your mother need to talk to your brother and we need to be undisturbed for that. It’s a very important conversation.”

“Okay, Papi.” Antonio didn’t look overly invested but he seemed to understand so Felix rose back to his feet, offering an arm to his wife.

Pepa lent down and kissed Antonio’s head and took Felix’s hand and they hurried from his room and knocked on Camilo’s door first before they entered.

Camilo was on his bed, laid against his headboard and arms folded over his chest and glared across to the mirrors. Camilo’s nose had thankfully stopped bleeding and he now wore a fresh ruana but he looked bitter as he sat between his pillows.

His posture didn’t change, even when they had entered.

“Mama, Pa… look. I’m sorry about what happened.” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to let it get out of hand but I’m perfectly justified in defending myself here.”

Pepa’s clouds darkened more, the air turning cool. “There’s a fine line between using your gift to shapeshift out of the vines and another of using your brother’s toothy friends on your cousin,” Pepa spoke.

Camilo looked…a little bothered but not much which Felix found hard to understand. Why did Camilo not care? Did he hate his cousin that much? That was not how he wanted to raise his son to be and he wasn’t going to let it pass either.

“Camilo,” Felix gave him a stern, but disappointed look, “You could still be responsible for the death of Isa’s baby if she delivers it too soon. Do you understand the weight of that? A familia death.”

Camilo didn’t hold his gaze at that. “I didn’t mean to do that! I didn’t know!”

“But you still hurt Isabela. You did harm.” Felix spoke harshly, watching the 16-year-old flinch back at his tone. “So what would have changed if you knew, Camilo?

“I…I don’t know” Camilo admitted. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“If the news spread that you had a hand in attacking a pregnant woman of in his own family, how do you think that will be received? A baby’s life on the line…. I don’t want that for you.” Felix fretted, “I know you had a hand in revealing what Isa did to Mirabel in the first place but… I don’t know how long it’ll be kept quiet.”

Camilo looked down, arms lessening up. “I’m sorry.”

“Felix, this was still an accident.” Pepa spoke up, “I am…so disappointed in what happened but… this was in what was perceived as self-defense.”

Felix looked to Pepa in surprise, “He still needs to be punished accordingly.”

“Si, I agree but not right now. We’ll…wait until we know for sure the baby won’t be born before we decide.”

Felix stared at her for a long moment then down to his son. “Right now, Camilo you’re not to leave Casita nor are you allowed any extra food beyond what you need.” Felix had made the effort to put together a small selection of high-calorie snacks for Camilo that had worked for the last seven days to stop the teen from sneaking out to eat at night given Dolores had mentioned his night-shifted a lot and needed to eat as a result.

He wouldn’t take it away but he wanted Camilo to use it for its sole purpose and nothing more.

“We’ve still got a lot to discuss but that’s a good start.” Pepa nodded, “We’ve got to talk to your Abuela as well so she knows.”

Felix was surprised as Pepa nodded him out but followed, he hadn’t planned to be done talking to their son so soon. Clearly, this was private.

“Perhaps we need to be more delicate,” Pepa spoke after he shut their bedroom door behind them. “I don’t…condone what happened but… he was oblivious to what happened in terms of the stone bricks falling. That was the cause.”

“Pepa,” Felix stared at her in alarm. “He could have killed her or, what’s still possible, the baby.”

“I know that,” Pepa let out a shaky breath, snow appearing from her cloud. “But this is different from what happened between Isa and Mirabel, Felix. Isa reacted in anger after retraining Mirabel, Camilo panicked in her vines and couldn’t get out. He couldn’t have defended himself against her gift. Of course, he’s going to use what he had available in what he thought was a life-death situation.”

Felix stared in almost disbelief. “The situations may be different but the result is the same. If Isabela did nothing, our son may be injured or worse, dead.” He reached forwards, taking her hands as the shot of wing flurried through his clothes. “Isabela still saved him. That should count for something.”

Pepa nodded, “I know that…and I am grateful for it. but… Camilo has justification for his actions. Parce still chose to react and Antonio said it himself that Parce wasn’t trying to kill Isabela. He showed a lot of restraint.”

“That’s not a comfort.”

Pepa huffed sharply, the air turning wetter as sleet set in to replace the snow. “Look, we’re still Camilo’s parents. He needs us on his side as well. Camilo needs to see you’re on his side too.”

“There are no sides,” Felix reasoned, hoping but already dreading this conversation was going to resulting an argument.

“Then why are you ignoring Camilo’s feelings, Felix?” Pepa asked. “I’ve seen all the shit that’s happened with Julieta and Agustín with their daughters. We need to do better for our kids as well so we don’t wind up like that. I won’t want to be an Abuela from Camilo when he’s not even eighteen. We have to think of them. Supporting Camilo regardless, Supporting Dolores and supporting Antonio.”

“His feelings are important.” Felix agreed, “But so are Isabela and the rest of the family. We don’t have to make sacrifices here! She didn’t deserve that! She needs support as well, Pepa.”

A crack of thunder echoed next before Pepa pulled away from his touch. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

“Get out,” Pepa repeated, her wind pushing against his chest, knocking over a few pictures in the room, the weather vane spinning rapidly now along the side. “If you’re not on your son’s side then I need some space to think. Your son should come first, Felix. Our son.”

#lest the rot lingers au #encanto #encanto au #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #felix madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #blood tw

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encantosimpshey · 1 year

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❥ 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

"READY?"

Camilo watched Eliana jolt at the sudden intrusion and chuckled. Even after all this time, she would still give herself some pep talks whenever she was alone, or at least, whenever she thought she was alone—Camilo would always, somehow be there by the doorway sometime in the middle of her monologue.

Can he blame her though? What used to be a short show for the kids was now a full-blown performance, complete with a wooden stage and different acts.

After Camilo became Eliana's bodyguard, the other Madrigals soon joined in her show in one way or another: Luisa, with Enrico, Félix and Camilo's help, made a fold-able stage for Eliana in the plaza. Isabela happily dotted the stage with many colored plants to attract more kids while Mirabel, with Dolores's assistance, enjoyed designing and making costumes for the performers: Carmen, Bruno and his rats, Antonio and his animals (the kids loved cuddling with a nonchalant Chispi while watching Parce jump through hoops or over long distances), and of course, Eliana herself, the main act and reason for the show. Even Camilo had a costume for whenever Eliana needed an undercover assistant for a magic trick such as the disappearance of an object and its reappearance beside someone from the audience.

Eliana checked herself one last time before turning to look at Camilo. "What do you think?"

He watched as she gave him a small twirl, his chest fluttering at how pretty she looked in her red and black dress.

- I imagined Eliana wearing this but with a collar and short sleeves because they're a religious country and usually dress conservatively.

- dress design by Murray Arbeid for Princess Diana

He blinked at her and frantically tried to find his voice. "You- uh... you look... nice... But not as nice as me!" He quickly added, posing dramatically in front of her.

Eliana chuckled, releasing some of the tension from her shoulders. "Thank you."

He smiled back at her, proud he got to help her relax. "No problemo! Always glad to be of service to a pretty lady like yourself." He bowed, completely missing Eliana blush as red as her dress.

A round of applause of childish screams of approval rose, signaling the end of Bruno's rat novella.

"I-I'll be going then..." Eliana broke the silence. "I'll see you in the crowd?"

The other nodded. "Good luck."

✦ ✦ ✦

As promised, Camilo watched her show, his eyes never leaving her even though everyone's attention was already on the bird in her hand.

"Nice view huh?" Mirabel's voice snapped him out of his trance and he turned to see Dolores and the rest of his primas coming to sit by him in the back.

He shrugged, "Yeah. The show's great. Though I'm gonna ask Eliana how she got the bird out without it becoming fried chicken later." He was talking about her trick of burning flash paper to create a quick and large flash of fire, then the next thing the audience saw was a pure-white dove sitting on the hand she held the burning paper with.

"Not the show, doofus!" Mirabel deadpanned while Isabela made him face Eliana again.

Camilo suddenly blushed. Hard. And shook his face to free himself from Isa's death grip. "W-what? Nooo!" But the dark blush on his face said otherwise.

The others looked at him in surprise. This was a first.

They had been teasing him about Eliana for the past weeks but never once did Camilo let their jeering get to him. Or at least, he didn't show it. But now he seemed to light up as red as Rudolph's nose with his blush.

The group gave each other proud grins. "You got it bad~" Mirabel nudged him on the side.

Camilo was about to retaliate when Mirabel pointed at her stomach. "I have a baby~!!"

He groaned and looked back at the stage in an attempt to ignore their teasing and Isabela's "Camilo and Eliana k-i-s-s-i-n-g" song.

For some reason, he found himself staring at Eliana like she was the only person in the world yet again and sighed.

As if she could feel his gaze, she turned, finally spotting him and the women beside him. A small smile graced her features as she waved at the group.

Camilo practically fumbled to wave back while smiling a bit too widely. He looked down at his hand, his heart thumping loudly. What's happening to me?

click here to read chapter 18 ! click here to go back to table of contents !

#encanto #camilo #camilo x oc #oc #slow burn #romance #madrigal #fanfiction #your boyfriend's here #x reader #magic #magic show #dress #simping but not knowing it's simping :/#pretty dress #for a pretty lady <3 #chapter 17 #yes i'm back #happy new year :D

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Pepa walking in on camilo and dulce making out, would she kick open the door like she did that one time😭 (best mom 10/10)

If she knew 100% that it was happening? And it was like, boderline some frisky shit? Absolutely. Would she yell at Dulce for it? No, because it's Félix's fault, he just HAD to give Camilo so much of his charm. You know what, this is probably better written out, actually-

Pepa was trying to be okay with Camilo's girlfriend. Don't get her wrong, Dulce was kind, pretty, and she made Camilo happy. It was just. Well, no mother wants her first son to grow up too fast, do they? He was only sixteen, it felt too soon for him to date girls. But, Félix had gone over this with her a million times- it was essentially drilled into her head.

Camilo was a growing boy, and she needed to let him grow. Besides, Camilo wasn't a sexual person, no matter how many times she thought otherwise. Everything was fine, absolutely fine. She should leave them alone, they were probably just hanging out in his room, like they always did. Nothing too crazy, right? She didn't need to be worried that it was sort of quiet up there. Félix was out grocery shopping, so he couldn't exactly STOP her. Oh, it wouldn't hurt to check up on them, just for a second.

She snuck upstairs, and tried to turn the knob of his door, only to have it disappear. Each doorknob did something different to repel people, if the owner didn't want someone coming in. Hers shocked people, Isa's covered itself in thorns, and Camilo's disappeared or turned into anything else (once it was a rubber duck, and that was honestly funny). But Camilo's door hadn't done that in years, not since Pepa had to make him take a bath. Camilo was intentionally keeping it locked. Okay, relax, breathe, clear skies, no snowstorms. She took a deep breath to calm herself, before pressing her ear to the door. Nothing. At first.

"Cami, come on, I'm trying to help you with your homework, knock it off!"

"Aw come on, I haven't seen you all day! And you know you like my kisses~"

"Doesn't matter, I just...oh come on, that's not fair~"

Pepa knew for sure what she was hearing. They were making out. Sure, she'd seen them kiss occasionally, but this wasn't just kissing. She swore she could hear every bit of it, from the sound of their lips, and even rustling of clothes. When she heard a moan, right from her own son's mouth, her mind immediately told her to do SOMETHING! Her son could be losing his virginity, right here and now! So without thinking of any consequences, she kicked the door, and HARD. It sent the damn thing flying open, and sure enough, they were both on his bed.

Homework laid around them, Camilo looming over her, her shirt slightly askew. They both screamed as the door scared them, Camilo immediately getting off of her and Dulce hugging her frame, as if she was naked.

"Mami what the HELL!?"

"I'm so sorry, mi bebè, but mami REALLY needs your help, please!"

Camilo's look of annoyance immediately faded as soon as she said that. Camilo was such a mommy's boy, he'd never NOT help her when she asked for it.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Well, your mami's back hurts, and I was wondering if you could make me that tea you always make. It always makes me feel SO much better, mijo."

Camilo, not having any clue that she was fibbing, got up, wiping at the lipstick Dulce left at his cheek. He still had some on his lips, and even on his neck and shoulder, Pepa swore she was going to feel faint.

"Of course mami, and you walked up all those stairs- I am SO sorry. Let's get you to sit down. Dulce, we'll finish in a minute? I dunno if you wanna just hang out here or-"

Dulce scrambled to get her things, cheeks absolutely on fire.

"No it's...fine. I think I should just go home. I'll see you later, Cami."

Camilo looked like he wanted to say something, but he settled for a sigh as Dulce scurried out of there. He gave a sad smile to his mom, before gently patting her hand.

"Let's get you that tea, mami."

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"Hey dad, you're back!"

Félix nodded at Camilo as he started to empty the groceries. Usual stuff, fresh meat, fresh fish, rice, corn, the essentials.

"Yep, and I got you and Dulce some snacks, since you guys are having a study date. Where is she?"

Camilo rubbed the back of his head shyly, as if he didn't want to say what he was going to say.

"I uh, wanted to talk to you about that. She left after mami said she needed the tea for her back, and I'm wondering if I should still be with her."

Félix signaled with his hand for him to stop. That was a loaded sentence.

"Wait, hold on. Pepa needed tea during your study break, for her...back?"

"Yeah! And Dulce looked all uncomfortable. I don't wanna be with a girl who's uncomfortable with me helping mi mami."

Félix knew exactly what was going on. Pepa gave him such a lie, and he believed it, because it was his precious mom. That woman only had back problems after either a bar fight, or a rather intense night with yours truly. Félix sighed, gently patted his shoulder.

"What were you and Dulce doing when Pepa interrupted you?"

"Uh...well. Honestly we were kinda...you know."

"Hey, I'm your papi. You can tell me."

Camilo wanted to look embarrassed, but there was a small bit of pride in his grin too.

"We were kinda making out. Like a lot."

Félix laughed, nudging his son until he was grinning with pride.

"Ha! That's my BOY! It's that Castillo in you! Look, don't be too offended by Dulce, women get ansty when they get cut off from Castillo men. Invite her over tomorrow, talk it out, alright?"

Camilo thought about it, before nodding.

"Okay, you're right. I shouldn't be too quick to get upset with her. Thanks, old man."

"Uh huh. Get your snacks and get out of here, chamaco."

He handed him his snacks, and sent him on his way. After putting the rest away, Félix went to go look for his wife. She was reading her book, sipping her tea.

"Félix, you're back! How was-"

"You and I need to talk. Now. Kitchen."

She followed him to the kitchen, worry over her features.

"What? You look upset."

"I am. Camilo just told me what you did."

She winced in recognition, seeming to shrink a bit.

"I just. Wanted a tea?"

Félix gave her a look, and she groaned loudly.

"They were making out! I could HEAR it!"

"So you were snooping."

"I wasn't!"

"You aren't fucking Dolores, you could only hear that if you were snooping!"

Pepa hesitated, before she growled, her bitter thunder doing nothing to scare him.

"Okay so I checked on him! Big deal! Moms do that!"

He grabbed his wife's hip as she tried to walk away, sighing.

"Pepa, that boy needs SPACE! WE were young and in love before!"

She glared at him, trying to keep her thunder from striking him.

"It's not the same thing! He's my boy! My angel! I don't want him being rash!"

"If he DOES do it with her, it'll be safe! He knows how it works, he's equipped with everything, he comes to us for questions-"

She peeled his hand from her, looking damn near offended.

"It's good that he's safe, but I'm still his mami! If I don't think he's ready, he's not ready!"

Félix sighed. He knew what he had to say, but he hated that he had to say it.

"Pepa, I'm gonna tell you something you need to hear. It's going to make you upset. It's five words."

"Don't you DARE."

"You are becoming your mother."

She gasped, hand over her chest, and her horror was illuminated by both her thunder, and strong wind. Agustín poked his head into the kitchen, only to immediately leave the second he saw what was going on.

"You did NOT! I cannot BELIEVE you! Me, my MOTHER?! OH! You are sleeping on the sofa tonight!"

The one thing a woman just hated, was being compared to her own mother, and Pepa was no exception. Félix shrugged, letting her get her rage out, else it just builds up like a tea kettle.

"That's fine, you needed the truth. But if you're going to put an ultimatum on me, you're getting one too. Tomorrow, we are letting Camilo and Dulce have the Casita to themselves for the day."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he raised a finger, letting her know he wasn’t done.

"I mean EVERYONE is going to be gone. You are going to NOT have Dolores listen in on them, and before we leave, you are going to apologize to Dulce. Because of you, Camilo considered breaking up with her. You almost ruined their relationship. You need to let go. Do you understand?"

She opened her mouth to retort, before she seemed to focus on his words. She hugged her shoulders, and nodded, her clouds settling to a dull gray in her realization.

"I didn’t mean..."

"I know what you meant to do. Your mother tried to make you have rainbows, but now, you have problems with your feelings. And I'm sorry for that, okay? It's rough. But that's the beauty of being in a relationship,"

She looked up at the umbrella over her head, all thanks to him. He smiled at her, knowing he was getting through to her.

"Is having someone to help you. Don't you want someone to help our son, when he needs it? We won't be here forever."

She thought about it for a second, before nodding.

"You're right. You're absolutely right. Tomorrow, I'll apologize to her, and properly. Maybe with some cookies!"

Félix looked down at her, brow raised.

"You trying to get forgiveness from her, or a request for mercy?"

He snickered as she smacked his shoulder, that all too familiar scowl decorating her pretty face.

"You don't have any tastes, that's all!"

"I have tastes in women ~"

He held onto her arm, kissing the back of her hand, and getting that all too familiar look in her eyes. He loved his wife, even when she was in the wrong. Because even her bad choices, were made in love, and you couldn't ask for more.

#encanto #not transformers #asks #Pepa did in fact apologize with cookies #and Dulce ate them despite feeling absolutely sick after #the only person who likes Pepa's cooking is Félix's brother Julio #and he has pica

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futurstic-divineawakened · 2 years

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Encanto: A male friend of Mirabel help saves the Miracle 3

* Mirabel went down to meet Mateo, not realizing that Camilo was following her.

* Mateo was outside his house talking to his Mama

* “Buenos dias, Matté, Señora Lopez”

* “Mira! Welcome! Would you like some Bandeja Paisa? Or some Aborrajados?”

* No, thank you, but I will come back for some Aborrajados.

* “Ok then have a great day you too”

* Mateo gave Mirabel a questioned look “adios Mama”

* Mirabel told him that she was gonna find Luisa and to come meet at their spot”

* Mirabel looking for Luisa bumps into Isa, instead of Isabella being annoyed she took this as a chance to talk to Mirabel

* Mirabel felt an arm wrap around her and look up to see Isabela , confuse and worry about the unseen expression on her face

* Isabela question in a roundabout way if Mirabel and Mateo are together

* More than friends

* And should she speak to him

* Mirabel didn’t understand the cryptic way her sister was talking

* “Matte and I are always together? We even slept together”

* Flowers bloom all over the surrounded area as Isabela was in shock

* Mirabel look confuse, and slowly back away from Isabela looking for Luisa.

* Luisa scene happen, the magic is ok

* Back to Mateo, Camilo shifts into Mirabel walking towards

* Not knowing that Mateo could tell it was Camilo already. Wondering why Camilo is pretending to be Mirabel, he goes along with it.

* “Hi Mirabel are you ready?”

* “Yes of course” said Camilo, Mateo tried not to flinch at the too high pitch version of Mirabel’s voice

* He decided to to take the long way, just to be sure, he talk to ‘Mirabel’ about Camilo

* “Have you seen Camilo?”

* “Oh I haven’t he’s always busy, he has a lot of hard work to do, he’s doing great at his job”

* Step 1: praise himself and lure him to a false sense of safety

* “I just wanted to talk to him about the incident remember?”

* “O-oh, yes I do remember…”

* “Yeah you told me about what Camilo did in Casita”

* “I-I did?? It was suppose to be a secret “

* Step 2: Spring the trap on him

* “Yeah it was hilarious”

* “Well it’s not his fault that he forgot to put his ruana away from the stove”

* Step 3; Shoutout his disguise and watch the fallout

* “You never told me about the ruana” Mateo smirk

* ‘Mirabel’ froze at that and try to change the subject

* Mateo just wanted to know why? “What are you doing Camilo?”

* Surface Pressure

* The Hug Scene

* Luisa then put Mirabel down,

* She told her she was going back to work. Mirabel said she was meeting Mateo

* Luisa turn slowly at hearing Mateo’s name

* Mirabel look confuse at what Luisa could be thinking of that got her eye twitching again

* Isabela came from the distance seeing Mirabel and Luisa together went over to see what they were doing

* Also to interrogate Mirabel a bit more

* She showed up just in enough time to hear

* “Mirabel, how close are you and Mateo?”

* Isabela made her appearance with a retort “Extremely”

* Both sister look at the eldest with wonder in where she came from.

* “ we are super close with each other, Mateo… he’s my best friend”

* Neither Luisa or Isabela like the comment much

* Mirabel told them bye and that she had to meet Mateo before the sun rose to high

* It wasn’t the end for them as they went after her “Mirabel wait”

* Back to Mateo

* A squeak was announce, both Mateo and the then shift back into himself Camilo turn to see Dolores peeking at them

* “Dolores what are you doing?” Ask Camilo

* “Sorry I thought you were Mirabel, I was looking for her “

* Dolores lied easily

* She wanted to see their relationship

* She never expected her youngest Prima would be with a boy

* “Well I am meeting Mirabel in a bit, so you can talk to her when she gets there” Mateo offer as the walk to the town square where Mirabel is already waiting

* Along with Isabela and Luisa who is holding the bridge as she moved it again.

* “Matte” Mirabel called as she wave

* Camilo never missing a chance to be dramatic turn faints into Mateo’s arm. “Oh Matte”

* Mateo laugh and then shove Camilo off as he walked towards Mirabel

* Nobody notice Luisa carrying the bridge

* She trip dropping the bridge,

* Luisa and Isabela knew Mateo but didn’t know him

* They wanted to see how he treats their baby sister

* However with the bridge falling causing an avalanche of problems, the houses started to fall over, both The Madrigals spring into action, Isabela used her plants to stop the fall however may so

* She did injure a few people, Camilo shifts to many people checking to see if they were okay

* Dolores was in pain from the loud noises from the accident

* No one saw Mateo lifting Mirabel up in bridal style

* He took her away from the town.

Aborrajados is a Colombian snack/dish that is fry and can be full with cheese. While Bandeja Paisa is a popular meal typically found in the Paisa region.

Any Colombians could correct me in the food (I’m more familiar with Mexican/ Honduran food)

#mirabel madrigal #encanto #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #protective madrigals

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It's here! It took me many moons, but it's here, so I'm gonna skip the talking and just get write to it haha! I hope you all enjoy it because this request has been one of my favorites thus far! Thank you again ♡

Betrothed to Another pt. 2

Isabela Madrigal x reader

Words: 2.9k

Prompt: The aftermath

She was already crying as you spoke, but your last words hung in the air and destroyed her completely. It didn't surprise her, how could it? You'd both known how you felt about each other for years, but just never got the chance to act upon and now you never you would. She knew exactly how big the mistake she was about to make was when she bursted forward and kissed you hard on the mouth, teeth clashing as your hands flew up to cup her face. Your first and last kiss was simultaneously nothing and exactly like you thought it would be, it was bittersweet and clumsy, but you felt alive for the first time kissing Isabela. She stole the oxygen from your lungs just to breathe life back into you, the world around you paused like it had been waiting for this moment all along, allowing you to relish the way her mouth tasted. A kaleidoscope of butterflies exploded in your stomach and fluttered around your soul, filling you with a giddy excitement that made you feel like a child again. You would've busted out into a fit of exhilarated screams if the butterflies didn't turn into bees and his face didn't etch itself into your mind. You pulled away from her, staring down at the tears that hit the ground at your feet as both of you sobbed.

"I love you," she cried, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut and pray that it was all a nightmare that you'd wake from anytime now.

It wasn't a nightmare though, this horrific situation you were in was all too real and the solution wasn't as simple as waking up. You couldn't believe this was happening, what kind of cruel world would such a fucked up situation come into fruition? You stood there, foreheads pressed against each others and hands clasped between you for minutes thinking about what things could have been. She felt like an idiot for just standing there, but she knew if she spoke it would just be to try and convince you to back out of it.

"Isabela I-"

"Y/N, YOUR BOYFR- FIANCE IS HERE!" Camilo yelled, you wondered if he waited at the door just so he could scream throughout the house.

You stared at each other, sharing the same somber expression. She pleaded at you with her eyes to just stay, but you both knew that you couldn't, so you took her hand and pressed a tender kiss to it. Isa wasn't going to walk you out, she didn't want to see him, she was afraid of what she might do to him if he got the audacity to kiss you in front of her again. As if you put on a mask, your face lifted as you twisted the doorknob and a small, sad smile spread across your features as you gave her one last look before stepping out of her room and down to Joaquin

-TIME SKIP 8 MONTHS-

It was finally happening, the absolute worst thing that could happen to Isabela was finally happening tomorrow, you were going to marry Joaquin Herrera. She tried her hardest to not be upset, but as the months passed, you seemed to grow fond of and even to like the man you were set to marry. Many mornings had she caught you two having breakfast at his uncle's bakery, sometimes you were laughing, and your hand would rest on his forearm affectionately, rage burned deep inside Isa when she saw you touch him. She tried not to get so upset, but as the minutes ticked on and you laid in her bed in silence, she couldn't stop herself.

"So, you're really going to marry him tomorrow?"

"Don't mention it please."

"Why not? You two seem to be growing close, you seem even happy to marry him."

"Isa," you sat up, giving her a serious look as you spoke. "You know that isn't true."

"Do I?" she glared. "You sure seem happy when you're with him, going on your little breakfast dates and laughing with each other like lovesick little puppies."

Your eyes went wide in shock, you couldn't believe what she was saying to you right now.

"Really?" you scoffed. "You expected me to act sad and cold for our entire engagement? I'm keeping up appearances Isabela-"

"Keeping up appearances?" she laughed dryly. "Is that what you've decided to call it? It sure seems like you're enjoying it to me! You walk around town arm in arm happy as can be, flaunting your engagement for all of Encanto to see, do you even care how much this hurts me?"

"Flaunting my engagement?! Have you forgotten that I never wanted this marriage to begin with?! Don't you dare sit there and act like you're the only one hurting in this situation, like I don't care about you. I can't even believe you're even saying all of this right now. You know I'm only marrying him because my parents-"

"Your parents don't care about you Y/N! Do you honestly think they'd put you through this if they gave a damn about you?! They're just selfish idiots who want you to live their drea-" she froze, knowing she crossed the line. "No, Y/N I didn't mean that."

You were shaking with rage as she spoke, fists clenched at your sides so tightly that blood pooled in your palms. You'd probably have slapped her if she was close enough, but luckily for her she stood at the opposite end of the bed, hands covering her mouth as if that would take it back. All those nights you held her and let her cry, never once had you spoken a word of ill will towards any of her family, you supported her all the way no matter how much it hurt. You expected her to do the same, to understand that you were just filling your role, but she didn't.

"My parents broke their backs for years to get where they are now, to give me the best shot possible at a good life so don't you ever call them selfish again you spoiled little princess," you spat in a gravely, acerbic tone. "Some of us aren't born blessed like you who's never wanted for anything in her entire fucking life. My parents worked for years before I was even born because they love me and if I'm being honest," you walked towards her door as you talked. "I'm glad I got betrothed, it saved me from making a lot of mistakes."

You were taken aback as you opened the door and most of her family was stood outside, Dolores at the front of it all to tell them what she was hearing. Julieta stepped forward, taking your hands and slipping her fingers under your own to stop you from clenching your fists. She pushed a bolita into your mouth before wrapping you up in a tight hug,

"She's just upset right now mi amor, please don't take anything she's saying to heart."

You nodded against her shoulder, breathing in her scent and calming almost instantly as the warm liquid stopped flowing from your hands. You knew she was right, Isa was just hurt and saying things she didn't mean. but that didn't make you any less disappointed, so pulling away from her mother you turned to Isabela once more.

"I'm marrying Joaquin tomorrow, whether you like it or not, so you can show up and support me or just stay away. I never wanted any of this either and regardless of what you may think, I'm just as miserable as I was that first day, but I have to do what must be done for my family. I figured that if anyone would understand, it would be you, but I was wrong." you looked back at her family, "Thank you so much for having me over, but I won't be staying for dinner, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused."

Everyone shared a soft, understanding look with you before you exited the house and Julieta walked in to scold and comfort her daughter her crushed daughter

Isabela woke the next morning feeling absolutely crushed, today was the day and she had completely ruined your final evening as an unmarried person. She spent the morning locked in her room, listening as her family and everyone in town came to life and frantically began preparations for your wedding. She had full intentions to just sulk in her room all day, not feeling like watching you get married for obvious reasons. Her head rang alongside the church bells, and she sat up in her bed, knees pressed up against her chest. You hadn't even asked her to grow the flowers for today, instead opting for an actual florist when she could quite literally conjure any plant known to man. You were probably just trying to save her the pain or maybe you were just so upset with her that you didn't even want to see her flowers today, it stung reguardless. A knock at her door pulled her away from her sulking and when she opened the door, she was greeted with her mothers soft face.

"Good morning corazon, I just came to let you know that we're leaving soon. Will you be joining us?"

"To watch Y/N marry someone else? I don't think so mama," she frowned, hugging herself tightly.

"I understand mi amor," Julieta nodded, reaching for and pulling her daughter into a warm embrace. "I know how hard this all must be for you, but I'm sure they'd love to see you there."

"After yesterday? I highly doubt that," Isa scoffed, guilt rooting itself deep in her loins.

"Isabela," Julieta spoke seriously, cupping her daughters face lightly to make direct eye contact. "The way you feel about this, that terrible heaviness and dread weighing on your soul, they feel that too but absolutely worse. I know you're upset, but you're not the one who's marrying a man you don't love, and you know how dreadful that feeling is. I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I really hope you think about this."

She went from feeling bad, to worse at her mother's words, she knew she was right, she always was. She sat, pouting and bouncing back and forth in her mind as she debated whether or not she should go, then she thought back to her own betrothal. She remembered how horrified she was at the prospect, how utterly helpless she felt and how it sent her into the deepest depression of her life. The nights she stayed up on the very brink of meltdown and how you were the one who pulled her away from the edge every time, you put your own feelings aside just to be there for her. It hit Isabela just how right you were, she was being selfish and childish about this whole situation, but that ended now. It was her turn to be your rock, she just hoped she hadn't had this revelation too late. Leaping from her bed Isabela scrambled to get ready, the bells rang approximately 15 minutes ago, she would be late, but she would be there. She ran out of her house and sprinted towards the church, the streets were so empty that it felt eerie and when she pushed the church doors open, her confidence faltered. Everyone's eyes were on her, but she was looking at you, who despite your argument the night before, was happy to see her. You never looked more beautiful, standing there with his hands in your own in that breathtaking outfit that made her heart flutter, but also made her so fucking sad. She sent you a small, sad smile and took her place in the pew beside her mother, who took her hand and gave her a proud smile.

"Do you, Joaquin take Y/N to be yours?"

"I do."

"And do you, Y/N take Joaquin to be yours?"

You both held your breath, looking at him you realized now that this was your last chance, you desperately wanted to scream no and run into Isabela's arms. She gave you an encouraging smile despite the tears running down her face and that almost did it, but then a sob erupted from your mother. You looked at your parents your father held your weeping mother, his own eyes wet from tears as he watched you. He wasn't even supposed to be alive right now, but against all odds there he was, proud of you to the point of tears. The man who had remained cold and stoic for most of your childhood, who you wouldn't even think had feelings if not for special moments like this. Dread pooled deep inside of you as you decided that you couldn't do it to them, you couldn't shatter every dream they had for you right in front of their eyes. You felt numb, but your mind was made, so you turned back to your future husband and spoke a very clear,

"I do."

Each clap and scream of joy rang in Isabela's ears and sent her spiraling but were loud enough to drown out the sound of her soul shattering. She was among them, cheering even though she wanted to die as you kissed, sealing your marriage. Her head was spinning, and she was positive that she would've passed out if not for her mother looping her arm around her own. The warmth and comfort from her mother's touch kept her grounded and she watched you walk by down the aisle, your own face drenched with tears. You just couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze, it would hurt too much, it already did and each step you took past her sent a sharp pang to your heart. When you made your way out of the church, most of the chapel followed after you as you'd be celebrating your reception at the Casa Madrigal, but Isa lingered behind.

She sat in the pew until her body went stiff, and the happy atmosphere faded, she sat eyes wide and unblinking. She was utterly hopeless, mourning a dead relationship that never existed to begin with. The weight of the hands that came to rest on her slumped shoulders prompted her to regain her composure and she craned to look up at the faces of her parents. They looked at their heartbroken daughter with soft eyes, fearing that even the harshness of a look could shatter her further and made their way to sit at either side of her. Agustin took his daughters hand and Julieta wrapped her arm around Isabela's shoulders, pulling her to lean against her shoulder. Isabela wrapped herself around her mother's arm and tucked her face into the crook of her neck, gripping her father's hand tightly as a string of sobs echoed through the now empty church.

ALT ENDING (HAPPY)

"Do you, Joaquin take Y/N to be yours?"

"I do."

Your heart was pounding as the pastor spoke, pulverizing itself to dust with every beat against your ribcage. You knew Joaquin could feel how cold your hands were, if you weren't standing right in front of him, he'd probably think you dead and you were starting to believe that that would be a better fate. You were sure that Isabela wasn't coming, she had yet to arrive and although it didn't shock you, it secretly destroyed you inside. You should've just let her grow the flowers for today, you didn't want to cause any unnecessary harm, but at least it would've ensured that you would see her once before you tied the knot.

"And do you, Y/N take Joaquin to be yours?"

You froze, sucking in a deep breath as you realized that this was it, this was your last chance. You wanted to just scream no and run as far from the whole situation as possible, but a whimper forced you to look at your mother. Your parents sat, hands clasped together and crying as they awaited your answer, it made your throat constrict and your stomach went heavy. You had to do this for them, this was all that you were meant to do, the one duty you to fulfil in order to make them proud. You swallowed the thick lump in your windpipe and forced yourself to meet his gaze once more, then the doors swung open, and she was standing there. Your eyes met and it all went out the window, your clarity, the decision that seemed so obvious just seconds ago was lost with her presence. You hoped she'd cause a scene, run up the aisle screaming that you were hers and hers alone, but she didn't; she smiled at you so sadly that it brought tears to your eyes. Ducking her head, the tanned woman slid into the seat beside her mother, proving that you had to make this decision on your own.

"Ms. L/N," the pastor cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to the matter at hand.

You looked at Joaquin and the rest of your life flashed before your eyes, you cringed at the thought of consummating your marriage, of starting a family and pretending to be happy. The thought of having to look at Isabela every day for the rest of your life and wonder what could have been made your insides twist. Taking one deep breath in, you took a last look at your parents, who were quite literally at the edge of their seat as they awaited your response. Then you looked at Isa, who stared wide eyed with her mouth dropped open slightly, she knew you better than anyone in the world.

"I don't...I can't."

The loud, scandalized gasp that spread across the guests didn't faze you, but Joaquin's pained expression made guilt pool in your stomach. You could feel your parents gaze burning a hole into the back, but you straightened your posture and squeezed his hands.

"I'm so sorry Joaquin, but I can't go through with this," you started softly. "You're an amazing man with so much love and joy to offer, so I can't put you through a loveless marriage. You deserve to be with someone who provide the same love they're given, but that can never be me and I'm sorry that I had to hurt so many people before I realized that."

You lowered his hands gently before letting them drop to his sides and turning to face the guests who stared at you in shock. You offered a small, apologetic smile, bowing your head as your walked down the aisle and out of the church without another word. You pretended that the mortified look on your parent's face didn't break you, keeping your eyes trained on the floor with that same small smile on your face. No one dared to move, they all sat there stunned, even Isabela couldn't move until the church doors opened and closed once more. As your parents rushed over to Joaquin and his parents, Isa rushed out to you,

"Hey!" she shouted after you.

You only stopped, not turning to meet her eyes as her footsteps became louder behind you. She only realized the tears that wet your face when she stopped in front of you, leaning forward she pressed her forehead against yours, allowing you time to back away if you weren't comfortable. She swiped your tears away with the pad of her thumb gently,

"Don't cry mi flor," she whispered, peppering kisses alone your tear tracks and calming you effectively. "I'm the selfish idiot and I'm so sorry for not being there when you needed me. I'm so proud of you Y/N."

You could only drop your head onto her shoulder as she praised you and apologized, holding her as close as you could. You could only find comfort in her and your grip only tightened as the church doors opened, you knew it was them just by the sound of your footsteps. Isabela stepped between you and your parents as they approached, your heart dropped at the sight of them. They looked confused and angry; you were ready for them to rip into you at any moment, but the silence was far worse than any infuriated words they could hurl your way.

"Senor, senora I know you may be angry," the flower powered woman tried to explain. "But please just hear her-"

"I'm sorry," you cried. "I know that this is all you wanted from me, all I had to do to make you guys proud and I messed that up, but I couldn't do it. I don't love Joaquin and the thought of marrying him when my heart belongs to another," you stepped beside the tanned woman, taking her hand gently and eliciting another wide eyed look from your parents. "Isabela is the only woman I've ever loved, and I should've said something sooner, I'm so sorry for letting you down but-"

You stopped, mouth hanging open in shock as your mother surged forward to wrap you up in a tight hug.

"We are proud of you mi amor, we always have been," she whispered in your ear. "I'm sorry we let you believe that this was the only way to earn our approval, all we've ever wanted for you was happiness," she cupped Isa's cheek. "If you are who makes them happy, then you are perfect for us."

You looked past your her and at your father, who looked at you with the same, indifferent stare he always looked at you with. You knew that you humiliated them, and it was very possible that he'd never forgive you, but he finally nodded in agreement after moments of intense eye contact. A weight came off your shoulders and you instantly felt lighter, squeezing Isa's hand tightly as your parents told you to go home, they'd handle the aftermath. So, hand in hand, the pair of you walked back to your place and collapsed into your bed, another tense silence fell over the two of you before Isabela finally spoke up.

"I understand if you're still upset with me, I was way out of line for talking about them the way I did and if you want me to leave you alone for a while, I will-"

You were straddling her before she could finish, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of you, on top of her in that goddamn outfit. She sighed into your mouth when you kissed her, and her hands came to rest on the back of your neck, this kiss was different from the first one you shared. It was sweet and although slow, extremely passionate, her tongue swiped at your bottom lip and moved against your own as you allowed her entrance. It wasn't urgent or rough, there was no clashing of teeth or tears to sour your moment and you laughed at her dreamy expression when you pulled away.

"You're forgiven," you hummed, rolling off of her and resting your head in her neck. "But if you ever say anything like that about them again, I promise you'll find a rose where the son doesn't shine."

She giggled, pulling the blanket up over you both and settling in for a much needed nap, these past few months drained you emotionally and a stress free nap was welcome. You waited a few days before asking Isabela to be your girlfriend, she was obviously ecstatic, practically squealing as she said yes. Finally, after months of living the worst months of her existence, the life of her dreams that Tio Bruno promised seemed to be falling right into place.

I really couldn't choose between a happy or sad ending, so I did both lmao! Choose your own ending, or hurt and heal yourself lol. Thank you all so much for your amazing requests, my inbox is closed right now, but I'm looking forward to writing the ones already in there ♡

Have a great day/night! ♡

#isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal #isabela x reader #encanto #encanto imagines #julieta madrigal #isabela my beloved

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thebisexualdogdad · 3 years

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Know what’s a weird thought or crossover idea that has been stuck in my head for like three days. A crossover between stargirl and legends of tomorrow were the reader is the son of black canary and green arrow who’s dating Cameron or Rick and Sara meets laurel and Oliver queen’s kid on a earth were they ended up together and the reader talks to his aunt about his parents because they probably died when the isa attacked or something and Sara becoming a aunt. Weird thoughts at nights I guess 🤷🏼‍

You didn't remember your parents very well, they died when you were 4 so your memories of them were pretty hazy.

Your Aunt Thea decided to leave Star City and raise you in a town far away from superheroes and vigilantes... or so she thought.

You guys arrived a year after the original JSA defeated the ISA so Blue Valley was the perfect quiet town she was looking for.

Growing up Thea gave you archery lessons so you could be connected to Oliver in some way and you were a naturally skilled archer just like your father.

When Courtney was putting together a team to fight the reemerging ISA you were a great fit with your cabinet full of championship trophies to prove so.

You kept your after school activities a secret from both your aunt Thea and your boyfriend Cameron.

Later finding out his dad was a supervillain was less than ideal but you knew Cameron wasn't like that and your aunt would never approve after she had to watch most of her family die because of the consequences that came with that kind of life.

You and the new JSA were fighting Eclipso in the town square when a mysterious ship came down from the sky and gave him an opportunity to get away.

"Where the hell are we?" One of the strangers question as they wander off the ship.

"Uh Blue Valley, Nebraska… you guys aren't aliens are you?" Courtney asks.

"He is," another says pointing to a tall guy with glasses, "and she sort of is," they continue, pointing to a blonde woman, "but most of us are human."

"You can call us the legends, my name is Sara Lance," the blonde says.

"I'm sorry did you just say Sara Lance?" You ask in shock.

"Yeah?" She says confused.

"My name is Y/N, Y/N Lance-Queen, my parents were Laurel Lance and Oliver Queen. My mom had a sister named Sara who died in a boat wreck before I was born… are you my aunt?" You question.

"Appears so," she smiles, "nice to you meet you kid."

As it turns out the legends had accidently crossed over to another earth after resetting their own timeline post the evil AI legends.

They were giving your friends a tour of the waverider and talking about ways to go against Eclipso which gave you a chance to talk with Sara.

"I can't believe Laurel and Oliver got married and had a son" She tells you.

"So they weren't together on your earth?"

"No they weren't, well they were for a little bit but broke up and it's complicated."

"Can you tell me about them? My aunt Thea doesn't talk a lot about my family," you ask her.

She tells you stories about your parents and the countless amount of times they saved the world.

"They may not be the Oliver and Laurel from my Earth but I know they'd be really damn proud of you Y/N. I know my Thea went through some hard times and I can only imagine yours did too, I'm sure it's just too hard for her to bring up painful memories," Sara explains.

"I know she means well but it's hard for me too not knowing so much about their lives and everything they did for people," you tell her.

"Well I'm sure we can figure out a way to stay in touch once we leave, hell, Barry Allen has crossed the multiverse more times than the rest of us combined."

"Who's Barry Allen?" You ask.

"You guys don't have the Flash here?"

"We had a Flash twenty years ago but his name was Jay Garrick."

"Hm, that name sounds familiar, I think he was Flash before Barry, I wonder if he didn't get his powers on this earth… anyways, what is Thea up to?" Sara says changing the topic.

"She owns the Queen coffee shop and bookstore, after we left Star City she wanted to live as much of a normal life as possible." You explain.

"And instead you are following exactly in your parents footsteps," your aunt laughs.

"Yeah she doesn't exactly know about all this yet," you state.

"Don't worry your secrets are safe with me," she winks.

"So that's your wife?" You ask, looking to Ava who is trying to stop Beth from touching some very fragile looking artifacts in the library.

You could hear Beth spewing facts that Chuck was telling her while Nate and Behrad were busy being fascinated by Courtney's stargirl staff zooming around the ship on its own.

"Yes she is, what about you? You following the Lance legacy of stealing hearts?"

You pull out your phone and show her a picture, "this is my boyfriend Cameron."

"He's cute," she says, "I have to meet him after we help you get rid of this Eclipso character."

"I would love that, but he also doesn't know I'm a vigilante, actually his dad was also kind of a bad guy but he died a few months ago and… maybe it's better if we don't talk about family with him and his creepy grandparents," you suggest.

"Duly noted, now you want something to eat? Gideon can make you literally anything your heart desires," she smiles.

"Don't tell Rick that or else he'll never leave," you laugh.

Never could you have predicted a day like today happening but you couldn't feel more lucky to have more family in your life.

#legends of tomorrow imagine #stargirl imagine #sara lance imagine #sara lance x reader #crossover #x male reader #fic

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"Runaway girl"

Pair: Isabela x Fem!reader

Chapter 5: Getting to know

Previous chapter: 4

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"What do you mean by 'nunca fui de compras' ? There is no way! You never went shopping before?" Y/n's eyes were wide as she asked, the two went out and went to a shop were they sell clothes to get Isabela something for Isabela to wear, when Y/n saw how nervous the latter is.

Isabela's awkward smile gave it away. She didn't have time for the 'have fun with your friends' part. She was too busy pleasing her abuela that she forgot to have fun. That and because she has no close friends, of course she wasn't going to say that out loud.

Now, this is her time to have fun, she's no longer in Encanto, her abuela is no longer in control of her... but what's stopping her? Years of trauma, fear and anxiety. That's what..

"Isa, no one is stopping you now.. what's holding you back?" The question made Isabela to look at Y/n straight in the eyes, the latter could see the discomfort and fear in Isabela's eyes and she knew instantly that this 'shopping' was one thing she wasn't allowed to do or she was forbidden too. "Look if this is overwhelming you.. it's okay, we can do it another day. One day at a time, Isabela."

Y/n was right.. this was overwhelming for her. First she escaped their home, went out of town with a stranger, and now doing the things she hasn't done before.. this was too much, a lot to take in.

With a frustrated sigh, Isabela rushed out of the shop with Y/n following. They stopped near the lake, which was outside the town..

They stood there side by side without saying anything until Isabela broke the silence with a shaky sigh.

"I know what you're thinking. Isabela Madrigal freaking out because she's shopping." This is the first time Y/n heard so much sarcasm and annoyance in someone's voice, it made her giggle.

"Hey, we all have our breakdowns and sometimes.. others can be a bit too embarrassing, but it's okay, it's not like you're gonna die." The taller girl said facing Isabela, but the girl was to shy to even look at her. She's gonna think i'm crazy.

"I.. never wanted my life to turn out like this." Isabela blurted out, now Y/n's eyes were wide and her mouth had just dropped. Never in a million years she thought Isabela would say something like this. Her out of all the people?

"Really? But.. you have a perfect life." Y/n suddenly said, she didn't mean to say the last sentence but her curiosity made her. She saw how the shorter girl scoffed, and she knew it was the wrong question to ask. "I'm sorry.. i didn't mean to. I just wanted to know."

"Like you said, i have a perfect life. But it's not really perfect, how could it be? Nothing in this world is perfect. I, myself is not even perfect, i don't get it how everyone calls me señorita perfecta! Now i have to keep being perfect. " Isabela didn't realized she was rambling already, she can't help it, she hasn't said this out loud, she only kept it to herself, to her own thoughts. So now, when there's a person willingly want to listen to her she just.. burst.

"Wow.. i never knew you felt like that. I always thought you love the attention." Y/n looked at Isabela with concern in her eyes, she didn't knew she had it hard, now she understands the saying 'don't judge a book by it's cover.'

"At first i did, but lately it gets annoying. I can't even have a peaceful day all to myself because people keep wanting to talk to me about flowers." Y/n scrunched her nose as she listens to Isabela complain, she can't imagine how hard it is for her and how she manages to keep her cool, if that were me, i would've snap.

"Well, just so you know, you're not in encanto anymore. You are here in en la montaña! You can be whoever you want to be here, no one will judge you. You don't have to pretend you're perfect, Isabela." The latter placed her hand on Isabela's shoulder and looks at her right in the eyes. The contact made Isabela blush so she looks away hoping the latter didn't notice.

"I.. i could be myself?" She asked. Not believing that this day would come.

"Yes! You can! It's your time to shine." Isabela raised one of her eyebrows with a smirk while looking at the girl who's face is full of determination.

"I'm always shining."

"I know, i always look at you." Y/n didn't think well enough as soon as the words slipped from her mouth, her eyes widened and her cheeks went red as she realized what she said. Isabela threw her a confused glance which Y/n quickly covered by saying a lie. "I–uhm i mean! I aways– you know, see you? So that's why i know! Yeah..."

"Sure." Isabela said with a smirk as she started walking back to the town, Y/n followed while trying to explain that 'it's not what you think.' While Isabela continued on teasing her. "You know it's okay to admit you have a crush on me right?" The taller girl rolled her eyes at Isabela's statement.

"Dios. Don't be so full of yourself Isabela. I don't have a crush on you, it's just i find you cool with your powers, i mean do you know how powerful you are?" Now this time, it was Isabela's turn to blush at her sudden compliment. She fiddles with her hand not knowing what to say. A lot of people have called her 'beautiful' 'perfect' but no one has ever called her 'cool' or 'powerful'.

They walk in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't peaceful too, but it was bearable. Isabela kept looking at the latter wanting to ask her a question, she doesn't know if it's a right thing to ask but she did anyways,

"I'm curious.. where are your parents? You said you grew up without them." When the question left her lips she immediately regretted it when she saw how Y/n's face fell. She was about to say her sorry but Y/n turns to look at her with a smile.

"I guess you should know.. you have been telling me personal stuffs about you and.. well about your family. I guess it's time i tell you."

Y/n waited until they got back to her house, it was getting pretty dark, the two haven't realize they were touring all day and enjoying the small talks they shared.

Isabela waited for Y/n to say something. The latter started with a small sigh nervously shifting from where she's sitting.

"My parents.. they-uh.. they left me." Isabela's mouth was agape as she heard the confession, she was about to say something but when she saw Y/n wasn't done, she shut her mouth. "They always thought of me as the mala suerte because the moment i was born, a lot of unlucky stuffs where thrown at them.. like not getting enough food, my father not finding a job, and all the unlucky things you can think of."

"So they left you?" Y/n nodded at the question. Isabela wanted to comfort Y/n immediately but she wasn't done talking.

"I was a kid that time.. i didn't know what to do, i woke up one morning and they were.. gone. They left a note saying they went to find a job but.. they never returned. I didn't know how to cook, how to wash myself, how to clean, i didn't know any work that will keep me alive. I thought i won't survive." Isabela was hesitant to put a comforting hand on the latter's shoulder, but when she did, she saw how Y/n relaxed at the contact.

"You did. You're here now, aren't you?" Isabela wasn't the kind of person who knows how to comfort but she's trying, and i guess it worked.

Y/n smiled at the words, she knew Isabela was trying to be nice and well.. trying to be the person you can lean on. "I guess we both have family issues."

The shorter girl laughed at the statement while nodding, she looks around and notice that the sun has completely set, and she looks at Y/n to see she realized the same.

"Let's sleep, i'll show you where you can spend your time here."

The two stood up heading upstairs to the bedroom. Isabela doesn't know what the other days will throw at her, but she knows she can handle it.

With a little help from Y/n of course.

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Omg guys, i'm sorry for the delay, i was so busy at school for the last few weeks and thought i wouldn't survive but here i am! :)))

#encanto #encanto fic #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustín madrigal

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Around You

Summary: The actions of a street cat taught you to shoot your shot and approach the older Kambal. But it didn't necessarily mean you had to change into a cat yourself to get his attention. ...right?

Word Count: 1459 AO3 link

Relationships: Crispin x CatSigbin!Reader Category: F/M Characters: Manang Muning, Crispin, Basilio Languages used: English, Tagalog Author's Note: I saw @adarlingwrites's sigbin OC in her Tumblr and I thought, why not write a fic with a cat sigbin reader? And here we are. 'Sup Crispin simps, I dedicate this to you. I hc that he's fond of cats, but that will have to wait until the next chapter. Enjoy! Inspired by the song Around You by LOONA Hyunjin

Chapter 1

“Halika dito anak, kumain ka muna.”

Manang Muning’s hushed tone beckoning you to join her and the rest of her feline family for dinner gave you a sense of comfort amidst the turbulent feelings that stirred your being. Normally, someone like you, who thrive among the middle-class folk in Malate, would help themselves to a pint of ice cream just for love troubles. But then again, you couldn’t refuse freshly-cooked daing straight from the old woman herself, which was why you went to her stall that one peaceful evening.

Out of the need to seek comfort through food prepared by your favorite vendor by the church, you quickly wolfed down the pieces of smoked fish in your plate, of course trying not to ingest the spines that clung to the meat. It didn’t take long before Manang Muning noticed your troubled disposition mid-meal and placed a hand on your back soothingly.

“(Y/n), anak, parang nagdadalamhati ka yata,” she spoke, which got your heart fluttering in surprise.

After swallowing that one last bite of your meal, you turned to her and said, “Okay lang po ako Manang. Wala lang ‘tong iniisip ko.”

Another wave of surprise caught you on your toes when Manang Muning once again asked, “Tungkol ba ito kay Crispin?”

Eyes widened, you mustered a quick response that turned into yet another question, “P-paano niyo po nalaman?”

Your inquiry made the old woman laugh heartily while a tuxedo cat nearby sauntered towards her, nudging her forearm to ask for more pets. As she let the cat settle on her lap, Manang Muning finally replied, “Anak, malapit ang loob natin sa isa’t-isa. Tuwing nakikita ko ang paningin mo, parati kong nakikita ang pagmumukha ng lalaking yun. Mukhang sinusundan mo yata pagkatapos mong samahan ang aking mga pusa kapag malapit sila sa pinanggalingan nila ng munting Trese.”

You didn’t think that every time you would be in your cat form tailing after Alexandra Trese and her adoptive twin brothers, your beloved old friend would tap into your vision just to see how you were doing. It was apparent that you weren’t bound to make advances of your own towards the trio in black, especially the short-haired twin, and even in plain sight you weren’t much noticeable. After all, who would pay mind to a small house cat, let alone think that it had emotions of its own?

Your heart sinking within your chest, you let your head bow down and your eyes closed as you dwelled in your disappointment. Trusting in Manang Muning, you let out the woes that plagued you that involved you, Crispin, your habit of stalking him whenever he’s nearby, and how you couldn’t get yourself to approach him and let him know you exist.

A chuckle made its way through the old woman, then she wrapped her arm around you, squeezing the farthest arm of yours from her soothingly and began to impart advice of her own. “Anak, talagang hindi mo makukuha yung taong gusto mo kapag naghihinayang ka masyado. Talagang kailangan mo siyang lapitan para mapansin ka niya.”

It didn’t help that whenever Manang Muning would soothe you with advice of her own in such a comforting manner that your eyes would tear up automatically. As you heard her tranquil voice speaking to you, your eyes were glossed with tears which also somewhat accumulated on your lower eyelids.

So you inadvertently looked like the puppy eyes emoji in Facebook Messenger when you looked at her and said, “Di ko po alam kung paano.”

“Anak,” Manang Muning calmly chided as she stroked the tuxedo cat who was nestled on her lap, “tignan mong mabuti itong alaga ko. Kanina, gusto niyang haplusin siya kaya niya hiningi ‘to sa akin. Hinaplos ko siya at hanggang ngayo’y hinehele ko siya gamit ang haplos ko. Alam mo kung bakit nakuha niya ang haplos na gustong-gusto niya?”

You glanced both at the cat in question and looked back at the old woman. It was then that you realized what you could do to charm the demigod you were yearning for.

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From the way you held your ice cream cup as you feasted on the frozen dairy treat, you were nervous as hell, and it was very telling. You could have sworn that your ice cream permanently rendered your hands akin to popsicles as you stared at the dessert on your non-dominant hand. You knew what to do the next time you encounter Crispin, but how would you pull it off smoothly?

Remembering that one night when Manang Muning imparted a valuable lesson to you to limit your hesitations and shoot your shot with the demigod, you knew very well that she meant to tell you to just approach him. It didn’t mean she recommended you to change into your cat form and get his attention the way that other cat did to your beloved manang. But then again, it was your idea. You told her you were going to get Crispin’s attention as a cat. Everyone loves cats right? Besides, it was better than stalking your object of adoration from the alleys and in plain sight, even just as a regular house cat. (Or street cat? Technically, you did have a home.) Love really makes you come up with stupid ideas for sure.

Speak of the devil.

The demigod twins were right at your proximity, and you could tell from the ringing of the entrance door which revealed the both of them entering the premises. Basilio, the younger, long-haired twin, was chattering away while Crispin seemingly paid no mind to him. It seemed strange, however, that their Bossing was not with them. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you were staring at them as the older twin glanced at you for a moment, prompting you to look away and finish your ice cream. What you failed to see next was him smirking to himself before he went to the food aisle.

Your thoughts plagued you as you paused and stared at your now empty cup.

‘God, I can’t believe that shameless idea came to mind. If this backfires I’ll never find love again. Why is this so hard?!’

The stress that accompanied your thought made you unknowingly snap your tiny spoon in two with one hand. It did not help that since the twins were nearby, the sound was enough to make them notice, so their heads immediately turned to where you sat.

“Yikes, the spoon did nothing wrong,” said Basilio in a joking manner as he got a bag of chips from the display rack.

Clearing your throat, you muttered a "sorry" as you got up from where you were and walked to the cashier with your wallet in one hand, wishing to buy another cup of ice cream to calm yourself down. You immediately asked the cashier to serve you that same flavor of ice cream that you loved so much, but as you fished through your wallet for a smaller bill, you noticed that all you had was a 1000-peso bill. As soon as the young man behind the cash register handed you the frozen treat, you blurted out, "I'm sorry, I don't have a smaller bill, do you have change for 1000 pesos?"

The cashier, checking the cash register for enough money for your change, grimaced slightly as he said, "Sorry ma'am, we don't have enough change for that."

Your heart sank all the more as you realized you technically had nothing to pay with, but all of a sudden, you felt as if that heart of yours was caught and gently lifted up as someone handed the cashier the exact amount of money you were supposed to pay the him. You looked closely at the arm and the man it belonged to, and your heart skipped a beat as you noticed that it was actually Crispin who handed the money.

A blush formed on your cheeks as you thanked him for the treat. "I-I have to repay you that same amount next time, don't I?"

Crispin winked at you and replied, "Of course not. Unless you wanna see me again. Now go enjoy your ice cream before it melts."

That smooth motherfucker.

'Jokes on you. I'm the one who's melting, not the ice cream.'

You walked back to that same table you sat by, savoring your first small scoops of ice cream with a new spoon as you glanced back at your crush and his twin brother. By the looks of it, the younger twin seemed to be teasing his kuya, nudging him a few times with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe you finally got through to Crispin?

Now you began to second-guess turning into a cat to get his attention.

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hournites · 3 years

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Prompt 100 please? 😊

Hournite + “I’m Yours”

Rick stares up at Beth's perfectly painted ceiling, laying over the covers of her bed. He's tossing the American Dream stress ball from her desk. His jaw ticks as he scoffs. It's been ten minutes of them sitting in awkward silence, at this point he had to say something. "I can't believe you're the jealous one in this relationship."

Beth frowns. She crosses her arms and opens her mouth to retort, but finds herself at a loss for words, probably a first time event for her. She continues to scowl instead.

Rick glances at her. He's not as pissed off anymore as he is simply baffled. He figured that eventually it would hit the media that there were superheroes in Nebraska. Their costumes weren't exactly on the discreet side and the ISA had no problem working in broad daylight. As long as their identities stayed a secret, it didn't really matter they were making the news.

Beth doesn't share the same sentiments. She grumbled all week as their pictures hit the internet. They were always blurry and hard to make out, so when Mike found them on the first page of the newspaper at the beginning of his route on that Tuesday, Pat just shook his head and sighed, telling them to stay careful.

But then came the JSA fan clubs and the Hourgirls. Instagram edits, tiktoks, tumblr blogs and sighting pages. Rick thought it was super weird and elected to ignore them. People barely gave him a damn at school. It was ridiculous that he donned his dad's suit and suddenly the half-blurred photo of his ass produced nearly 50k likes on Instagram?

Rick understands why Beth would find it annoying, but he never, ever expected to find her ripping down posters for the new Hourgirls club that popped up on bulletin boards around the school, ranting to anyone who would hear her about respect and privacy for public figures. Nor for that jealous rage to land her in the principal's office with a week's worth of detention for vandalism.

"They are obsessed with you!" Beth eventually ground out. "You have a hashtag on Twitter! Chuck keeps pinging with every new post, there were so many I had to put the feature on mute!"

"Why do you even need to follow the tag? I'm the real thing and I'm right here!"

"Because it's crazy!" Beth exclaims. "They act like they own you. Hourman doesn't belong to the Hourgirls!"

She's actually upset. Rick sits up, dropping the ball. "Oh, honey."

"What?" Beth snarks at him, sniffing and hiding the tears that started to well up behind her glasses with the sleeve of her jacket. She probably thought he was babying her with the term of endearment, but that isn't the case at all.

"I know I kinda lost it back there for a little bit, but you don't even seem all that bothered by it and it just makes me think...." She hiccups, "It makes me scared that one day people make the connection who you are and...They'll see you the way that I do, and why wouldn't they? You are a real hero, Rick. A real one. And I might lose you."

He didn’t know she felt that way.

"You're not going to lose me," Rick promises. "It's not that I'm not bothered by it...I just don't really care. They don't really mean anything to me because I have you."

Rick reaches for Beth, pulling her onto his lap. She settles in like always, the rigidness in her shoulders melting in his embrace. Rick presses a chaste kiss to her neck. "Beth. I'm yours."

She turns to cup his cheek, kissing his mouth. He tastes her tears and can feel her frustration, and it hits him how much things could change. They were so used to being private. Private about everything. Do people even understand how much Rick loves her? Do the people understand that Hourman's partner is Dr. Mid-Nite? That’s the way it’s supposed to go. He’ll work on making that clear the next time they’re caught on camera, if that’s what it takes for her and everyone to see.

And in Rick’s books, Beth is the only true “Hourgirl” there’ll ever be.

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metallicaislife · 7 months

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A/N: eek I hope this turned out okay, I haven't written a smut like this before. 🙈

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 703

Warnings: Unprotected sex, threesome m x f x m pairing, oral ( m and f recieving)

If you told me I was going to end my night sandwiched between my best friends, I’d have called you a goddamn liar.

I met Kirk my senior year of high school when I moved into the area. We bonded over music and horror, becoming inseparable. No matter what he did I always supported him.

I had seen Cliff perform before, but we met after Kirk joined Metallica. We shared a love for pot and got stoned together, often. Discussing the mysteries of the universe, or laughing over absolutely nothing.

I won’t lie, both are extremely attractive men, and I flirt shamelessly sometimes. Not that anything would ever come of it. I have accepted my fate as ‘one of the guys’. I don’t think either of them had ever seen me as anything other than their best friend.

“We want to have a threesome with you.” Kirk said, not a hint of a joke in his voice. I looked between him and Cliff who stared at me expectantly.

“You’re absolutely fucking with me.” I said as my brows furrowed.

“No, we both think you’re hot, you flirt with us quite obviously, we didn’t want to take turns so we figured we do you at the same time.” Cliff said as if he wasn’t offering me something I’d only dreamed about.

“Fuck off.” I waved them off and started to walk away. I think what made me angry was I never thought they’d make a joke like this. That hurt.

My thoughts were interrupted as a strong hand landed on my shoulder turning me around. Cliff kissed me hard. A noise caught in my throat. He didn’t let up and I eventually melted into the kiss opening my mouth as he slipped his tongue in. Behind me I felt as Kirk moved my hair to the side so he could kiss my neck as Cliff kissed me.

“Believe us now, pretty girl?” Kirk whispered in my ear before nibbling on my lobe. Cliff pulled away and I turned my head over my shoulder, locking eyes with Kirk, I nodded and he kissed me. Clothes flew and I found myself on my hands and knees in Kirk’s bed. Cliff behind, eating me out while Kirk stroked his cock.

“Mmm she tastes like heaven.” Cliff said, his voice unlike any other time I’ve heard it. He went back to eating me until I came.

As I recovered from my orgasm the two locked eyes and I swear they spoke telepathically. Just as I got my bearings back, Cliff entered me, finding a steady rhythm.

“Open your mouth.” Kirk said and I complied. “A little wider, baby.” He said and I opened wide. He brought his cock to my mouth and I darted my tongue out giving it a little kitten lick. Kirk hissed and held my jaw softly. He slowly thrust his cock into my mouth and I hollowed out my cheeks. Tears entered my eyes and I did my best to suppress a gag.

“Look at her. Taking us so well.” Cliff groaned.

“She’s perfect. Such a good girl. Gets to feel s’good while we fill her pretty little holes.” Kirk praised. I moaned and he threw his head back at the vibrations against his cock.

Cliff gripped my hip with one hand as his other snaked around to rub my clit.

I came hard with tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve never felt this good before. My arms wiggled a little as I struggled to hold myself up. Cliff came soon after filling me up. Kirk pulled out of my mouth, Cliff brought me up against him. Kirk stroked his cock two times then came covering my breasts in his seed.

Cliff pet my hair, moving the pieces sticking to my forehead with sweat out of the way. “Our perfect pretty girl.” He cooed.

With shaky legs they helped me to the bathroom and took turns washing me in the bath, and taking showers. Kirk gave me a shirt and found myself content as I laid snuggled between them in Kirk’s bed. My final thought before I drifted into sleep was that I couldn’t wait to let them make me feel so good again.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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hey bestie, how about fluff prompt 10 with ron or harry?😁😁😁

the spiral of weather

ron weasley x reader

summary: you and ron share a rain kiss.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: self doubt, insecurity, swearing, weird teenager awkwardness, swearing, kissing, mentions of being sick

a/n: i hate this, thank u isa for inspo without u i would be crying rn, u can so tell this is rons pov by the amount of times i used the word ‘bloody’

ron he had a problem— not a problem, one might say. instead he had a nagging pronouncement that he couldn’t dismiss no matter how much he desired to do so in that halfwitted mind of his.

he had never felt the emotional wave of burn or passion in his lifetime as a teenager, that was till his eyes were strictly met with yours for the very first time. you’d think an eleven year old could possibly decipher feelings of yearning and endearment but, here we are years later.

books, movies, and even life normally if you were someones best friend the relation between the two parties happened to remain completely platonic. unless you were the cobalt-eyed, red-headed boy who happen to be the youngest son of the weasley family.

then that is in fact, not the case.

across the library you were irritatingly endeavouring cormac mclaggen with charms, attempting to explain how to flick your wand in the correct direction of a cheering charm. he took it upon himself to grab your hand and guide your hands together in the motion of his hand holding your hand, that was grasped on the wand.

classic bloody flirt.

ron was coerced persuaded, by hermione to finally catch up on the arithmancy homework that had been buried beneath his four poster messy bed stuffed in a sweaty quidditch bag. whilst hermione was attempting to explain the newest lesson from the class that ron could not be less bothered with.

his gaze could almost set a ring of fire into cormacs left sleeve on how strict his gaze was. the weather out earlier was ideally sunny, idyllic to hang out with your friends outside and possibly for a swim in the black lake. that was rons plan to pose towards you, maybe harry and hermione as well; but mostly you.

now the sky had ombré shades of washed-out dreary grey and depressing indigo. if the weather channel had existed in wizard culture it definitely would’ve called for overcast and a high percentage of downpour.

but when it came to romance hermione could be a bit numb in the head and decided to whisk him away from you, giving yourself a sweet opportunity for a free day that cormac just swooped right in an took it to his bloody advantage.

he was contemplating— he was contemplating so hard his brain could blow to bits if was possible. i mean he was a wizard after all, what wasn’t possible?

hermione clapped her smooth hands in front of his grimaced face, paying almost no mind to her peers that had glared in her direction from the disruption of noise.

“bloody hell, ‘mione! be anymore subtle would you?” rolling his eyes in the direction of the brunette who offered a ‘hermione scowl’ as ron and harry would say, in response.

“be anymore subtle would you?” she mocked. “you look like your about to go over there and snap his neck for godric’s sake! just talk to her, your so oblivious ronald.” she chastised, completely aware of his feelings towards you.

hermione knew? how would she know? who else knew... did you know? was he to obvious? should he have made a move? his brain could’ve been moving atleast a billion miles a minute on his overwhelming questions surrounding your possible reviprocations of feelings.

he looked at the smirking brunette for a moment, extremely bewildered but her bluntness. he raised a scarlet-brow in thought; if he was feeling gryffindor, reckless and impulsive or ron, some-what sensible and hidden.

he was a gryffindor after all.

getting up from his sear, the chair making a a smell reverberate at the sudden friction between the oak-wood floor and the cherry-coloured chair. clacking his shoes against said-oak floor creating a beeline directly to your sat figure with mclaggen.

your brows creased at the noise, diverting your eyes around the library and seeing the towering redhead walking directly over to you. your eyes widened for a moment, your (e/c) irises perfectly clear for viewing.

before you could even stutter out a word he got a grasp on your forearm, rapidly pulling you out of the library and into the somber courtyard. “merlin, christ, ron! give a girl a damn warning first, nearly gave me a heart attack!” your breath extremely rigid at his swift pace when guiding you away from peering eyes of both of your schoolmates.

“do you like mclaggen?” his voice was sputtered, almost like he said the question before he could even muster it as a thought.

if you’re eyes were wide before, now they looked like they were bulging straight from your eye sockets. “are you drunk? high? under the influence? potioned—“

“answer the question!”

“absolutely not, i would rather have offed myself than have feelings for someone else. plus i’m interested in someone else...” you trailed off in sentence, accidentally letting it slip that you in fact fancy someone.

paying no mind to the fact that you basically had confessed your feelings he nodded his head in a forward direction, offering a walk. you shrugged once before keeping in step with him around the courtyard.

“lavender brown, hmm...?” you offered, attempting to create a conversation with him; possibly making it more awkward.

why would he flip if you liked mclaggen? he was... alright looking, played quidditch, and an alright student. i mean there’s no big deal or anything of a sort.

“oh no, i fancy—“ drop.

oh.

oh?

drop.

it was raining.

“we should probably—“

“err, yeah....”

both of you peering up at the gloom sky above, small raindrops quickly pattering down on the both of you. you sped up your pace as well as ron attempting to get shelter in the downpour that was rapidly approaching as the both of you.

the continuous patter on the ground cause a few absent puddles into curvature of the grass surrounding the castle, causing small muddy hollow patch right beneath your left foot.

“oh!—“ you suddenly spoke, grabbing into the nearest surface your hand could grapple at; rons ashen coloured sweater.

his hands caught onto the curvature of your torso, holding you into a dip-position. one of your hands had grasped onto his bicep and the other on the bend of his muscular shoulder.

“well that was... quick?” clearing your throat awkwardly, looking into the sheen-cobalt irises of your best friend.

“i fancy you.” he spoke briskly, nonchalantly telling you how for the past five years he has been irrevocably besotted with you and essentially how he would die without not mowing if you reciprocated those feelings.

that was a bit melodramatic, but you understand the idea.

“you fan— wow that was fast, i didn’t even get a moment to like— think, maybe?”

oh my god, are you an idiot? i mean, who responded like that, like ever? the boy you had single handedly, pined for just admitted that and you say, ‘wow that was fast.’

he madly spun you onto your feet, both of you completely drenched from the recurrent downpour looking upon both teenagers. clothes anxiously sticking to your skin, and attempting to maneuver you hair behind your face.

“ron, why’d you— why would you want someone like me? i mean have you seen yourself, compared to me? ‘m just— ‘m not good enough.” you trailed between sentences, panting like you were out of immense breath but only overwhelmed trying to differentiate your thoughts.

maybe ron had drank to much butter beer, maybe he had an epiphany, but he was truly not taking no for an answer today and did all the work himself. he clasped both of your cheeks in his freckled palms, forcing your eyesight into his stare.

“have you gone absolutely mad? what do you mean, ‘i’m not good enough.’ i mean you’re one of the smartest people i know! and you’re always helping people, you don’t slap me across the face when i’m stupid most— stupid all the time! i mean i’m a bloody git and you still put up with me, i truly don’t know how, but you do! and y’know you make me want to be a better person and all that bloody crap, but y/n, you are worth it! so don’t tell me you’re not.”

the boy huffed in one sentence, trying to prove your worthiness not only to you but what was standing right in-front of you. not only just ron, but the way this would effect your relationship. after all that, even if you rejected him for his sake, the friendship would never be the same. could you take a risk? put it all on the table, for the first time in your life and possibly make something worth it?

you stood there frozen, but your eyes moved erratically to study his face. his pale ivory flesh, slightly down-turned pointy chin, full salmon-coloured lips. the study could go on, how you memorized every micro-detail of the boys face.

normally the scarlet-haired boy would’ve been the one in doubt; over himself, his peers, his schoolmates, his friends, and most-likely his family. but right now he didn’t have one single doubt in his mind, his only thought was wanting you.

you may not have been godric gryffindor himself, but you were impulsive on decisions, even the ones that you were petrified to make. so you kissed the boy, slotting his slightly chapped lips with your smooth strawberry tasting ones.

feeling the new and odd comforting taste of pumpkin juice, and spearmint bleed onto the curvature of your tastebuds. one of his hands taking a grasp at your hip, kissing you with all the vitality he had left. feeling the blearily daze of adrenaline scamper right through his veins, going immediately to his head.

he was completely, and hopelessly in love with you. the amount of intimacy he felt kissing you beneath a brewing storm was unmatched to anything or anyone else.

you pulled away for a moment, seeing how his lips tried to reattach to yours in such a quick paced moment. you snickered for a moment, the dread leaving your system second by second.

wanting to feel the eternal warmth and happiness the boy granted you, were you still a bit unsure, yes. but ron would spend his last dying breath proving himself to you.

“if we stay kissing in the rain, one of us will catch a cold.” your whisper was barely coherent over the boys pants, and the repetitive rain patter that beveled from the sky.

“i’ll take care of you.” he offered with a slanted smile, his vision bleary from admiration.

“‘course you will.”

of course he will.

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casitafallz · 1 year

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Decay AU | A slight lease of life.

Mirabel’s eyes watched curiously as Isabela wandered. It wasn’t vacant wandering but had a slight pattern of weaving through the courtyard banisters with her lulo juice, stop and face the door out then do the whole loop again.

Unusual behavior; sort of like how a puppy waits for it’s owner. It wasn’t hard to figure out; she was waiting for someone to take her out of Casita. Mirabel cocked her head though quickly reconsidered her thought; this was exactly like how a puppy would act.

It was funny but… also kind of sad.

Isabela looked bored and as a social butterfly herself, Mirabel understood the urge to want to leave. To be around people, at least she did. Isabela was more or less an introvert at this point… it was sad to think of all the friends her sister had lost.

It gave her a pang in her chest.

Her eyes followed as Isabela walked away with her empty glass, back to the kitchen before she padded softly down the steps, edging towards the doorway.

Was she nervous?

Yes.

She could feel the upkeep pace of her heart in her chest but she didn’t want to listen to it. She had to start somewhere with her sister… even if Isabela was ignoring her and… also keeping her distance. Mirabel wasn’t stupid and despite Abuela’s assurance; nothing between her and Isabela was right. The family was broken… they needed to heal… that had to start with her? Right?

“You can stop staring at me.” Isabela’s voice called, echoing in the empty space.

Mirabel jumped a little but forced herself to step inwards; a part of her suddenly very aware that…this was the first time in two months that they were alone together.

“Sorry.” Mirabel apologized, her eyes seeking to see Isabela beside the cold room’s doorway, putting away a fresh jug of juice. “I just… wanted to see you.”

Isabela’s hand paused at the handle as she went to close it. “You…see me at breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”

Mirabel shrugged, anxiously wiping her sweaty hands onto her skirt. “I know… that’s not what I meant.”

Isabela didn’t reply, just picked up her glass and leaned back onto the side, and idly sipped it.

“So…” Mirabel tried again, “Did… Tio and Tia talk about decorations for Antonio’s ceremony next week?”

Isabela shrugged, “Not properly. I…plan to do some mock ups for them first before Abuela approves or disproves them most likely.”

There was a sour undertone that made Mirabel wince a little. Yes, Abuela. The restraint of her sister’s gift was… hard. Not just for Isabela but she knew Abuela wanted Isa to keep things basic. Basic was safe in her eyes and…Mirabel wanted to agree with that but… where was the fun in that? Mirabel had heard from Luisa and her mother with worrying concerns about the new plants Isa was now capable of creating.

She had never seen any of it.

Mirabel wanted to.

It had to be amazing.

She wanted to peek into this new room Isabela had but hadn’t dared venture to it and… she wouldn’t get an easy peek in passing either (plus she knew Abuela’s rules forbade her to enter still stood). The movement of Isabela’s door moving up steps worried Mirabel but…it hadn’t escaped her notice that no one had brought it up either.

It was like no one had noticed

Mirabel wanted to mention it… but she knew better than to poke that bear. Once was enough to leave Isabela’s planning to herself.

“Well… I hope Abuela likes them. It’d…be nice to see more of your plants around.” Mirabel encouraged though she gave her a soft look before she made to turn and retreat before Isabela’s voice echoed and made her pause.

“Mirabel…” there was an echo of hesitation. A hesitation she hadn’t heard since Isa had apologized last month after the whole shouting thing.

“Si?”

Isabela set her glass down, “Can… can I borrow a needle and thread?”

“Needle and thread?” Mirabel hadn’t expected that question. “I thought you had a set.”

Isabela blinked. “A three centimeter barbed metal…huge room. You can do the math there.”

“Ah.” Let’s hope she didn’t find it two am when going to the loo barefoot. “What...what sort of thread?”

“Any. I just need something that works.”

“What…do you want it for? You need to patch up a hole in your dress?” She could do that for her…maybe. Save her the effort and… it would be a good start.

Isabela hesitated, “It’s… a personal project.”

And one she wasn’t going to share, it seemed but Mirabel supposed it didn’t matter. Let her have her secrets…

“I can drop some off later at your door.” Mirabel decided. “Do you want a thimble as well?”

“Thimble?”

“So you don’t wind up stabbing yourself repeatedly with the sharp end.” Mama had made her learn with a thimble given her own habits in her early days of otherwise giving herself acupuncture in her left hand. Isabela hardly sewed so…she had a feeling Mama was going to feed her if she slipped up.

Isabela shook her head after a moment. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Mirabel seriously doubted that.

Dolores smiled softly, her head tilting towards the direction of Casita with fondness she hadn’t felt in a while amongst the stress and noise.

Isabela and Mirabel interact… without argument. Without any fear of augments either on either side. A simple…small exchange. Not too pressing on Mirabel’s anxiety, given she had now walked away and in her room sewing and Dolores hoped that… it would open a door.

“Good news?” Her head turned to Mariano as he helped Mateo and his father load down logs from their more recent cut-down. His sleeves were pushed up and his collar more open and…Dolores couldn’t deny it made him look…good. Very good.

“Yeah.” Dolores smiled, “Isa’s talking to Mirabel.”

Mariano’s eyebrows raised but he too wore the same smile as he read her expression. Relieved just as much as she was at the possibilities of improvement. “That’s good to hear.”

Heavy steps behind her pulled Dolores’s attention to see Luisa standing with a huge pallet of bricks above her head, a heavy frown on her face that indicated that she had heard what she had said.

“Dolores…who’s in Casita with Isabela and Mirabel? Abuela made it clear that she’s not allowed to be left alone with her or seek Mirabel out.”

Dolores’s smile wiped away quickly at that. The clear implication of the suspension right there that she would have thought that Luisa would drop. Dolores…had forgotten about that bit in Isa’s punishments in all honesty and hoped Isabela’s good behavior would be enough to show she wasn’t going to hurt her sister again.

“You don’t need to be worried, Luisa.” Dolores hoped to assure, but the thundering fast heartbeat from Luisa’s chest only spoke of a shot of anxiety. “It’s fine. I’m about to head up there now.” She’d have to cut her trip short… Abuela wouldn’t be pleased but she’d make it up elsewhere. She’d rather get in trouble about that than her slip up at Casita.

“No. I’m going to check on Mirabel.” Luisa set the pallet down and walked back up the street in strides Dolores knew she couldn’t meet. Luisa would outwalk her easily drunk.

Dolores’s shoulder’s sunk.

“Why don’t you go and warn Tia about this?” Mariano suggested, slinking beside her with a light touch to her arm, “then head off to Isabela or your Abuela and let them know… to avoid any conflict.”

“Okay…”

“Ah fuck.”

Isabela sighed heavily around her fingers, sucking softly the coppery taste which was the ever reminder of her inability to sew. One of the few things she could envy about Mirabel was her ability to sew and not only that, have the patience to do so even with sticking herself a ton.

Suffice to say, Isabela was not having a good time.

Maybe she should have taken that thimble?

How did people learn how to do this and come out of it unscathed? How did Mirabel, who inherited their father’s accident-prone nature master this without giving herself stitches?

She eyes the metal barb with disdain before opting to put it all aside for now and ask for the thimble later. That seemed prudent.

Beside her, Bubo was sitting happily in its plant pot she opted to confine it too, still stupid as ever but this was a piece of veg so she never had high hopes of intelligence given it was making soil angels, cooing, and trying to shove dirt into its incision from its belly-flop onto her gardening tools. She had covered that ‘injury’ with a leaf but it seemed Bubo found a way to get rid of it and sat otherwise naked.

She had wanted to change that; a little hat or a ruana would have been better… but her lack of sewing skills seemed to make that a near impossibility.

Her finger still stung before she rose to her feet so she idly sucked to keep the blood away, letting her mind mull on options as she padded out of her room for a snack to make herself feel a little bit better about her inabilities.

They still had pan tres leches in the cool room from yesterday. A worthy snack for failures such as herself and Isabela was pleased to find that Camilo hadn’t snuck in either during the night. So she happily pulled it out and cut herself a nice, small slice before looking around for more fruit to put on top. A few washed strawberries and Isabela began to cut the tops off before—

“Mirabel!”

“Fuck!” Isabela dropped her knife, jumping away with hisses of pain before she felt the thumping heat down the back of her thumb, rushing to the sink as blood quickly pooled and dripped down her skin. Casita immediately turned the tap open, washing the red away quickly.

Isabela turned angry to see Luisa striding into the kitchen looking very tense as she looked around and found her there alone.

“What the hell, Luisa!” Isabela snapped, “I almost cut my thumb off!”

“Where’s Mirabel?” Luisa asked, reaching to one of the cupboards swiftly. “Dolores said you spoke to her?”

“I don’t know!” Isabela sucked in a breath, wincing at the cold water that ticked painfully. “Fuck, this is deep. Why did you come in like that!” She reached blinding for one of their mother’s rags before a disposable wad of tissue was pressed into her hands by her younger Hermana. Isabela took it, pressing it into her hand, the water and blood absorbing into it.

“You’re not allowed to be alone with her. Abuela’s rules.”

“That’s not my fault you lot left me here.” Isabela bit back, “Mirabel can come and go as she pleases. I can’t.”

Luisa’s jaw remained tight. Arms folding across her chest. “And whose fault is that?”

“Oh, swinging low I see.” Isabela deflected, “So very unlike you, Luisa.”

“I’m just trying to protect our younger sister, Isa.” From you, rang in a bitter subtext.

Isabela said nothing but she felt the ache at that but lifted the tissues with a wince but the rapid beading of blood meant she either had to go to Mama or Lopez. This wasn’t something a Band-Aid was going to fix. She could already start to feel a light shake in her hands.

“I need you to take me to Mama,” Isabela asked, giving her younger sister a look. “She’s in the plaza, right?”

“Isa—“

“No, Luisa. If your next sentence isn’t a ‘yes, I’ll escort you to get medical attention at the very least’ then I fully expect you to explain to our mother why you’re letting me bleed out in the kitchen.” Isabela interrupted. “You did this. You help fix it.”

“What is going on this time?”

Abuela’s voice echoed in the open space, a little less demanding than expected though Luisa jumped the most, Isabela flinched a little but both of them spun around to see her standing in the doorway.

“Luisa startled me when I was making myself a snack.” Isabela spoke before Luisa could. “I need Mama.”

Abuela’s head turned before she entered in and, passing a glance at what she had been putting together and pulled up the side of the red tissue to peek then pressed it down more tightly and forced her hand up in the air above her shoulder.

“Keep the wound elevated. That’ll reduce swelling and pain.” Abuela instructed, grabbing the rag and tied that around the tissue as well, making Isabela wince as it put more pressure against the cut. “What are you two arguing about? Aside from the injury.” As soon as it was done and checked, Abuela hurriedly washed her hands.

“Isabela and Mirabel were left alone together.”

That paused Abuela’s hand-washing. “I thought Camilo was in Casita.”

“No. Tia Pepa asked him to take Antonio to school and I saw him pranking a few people in town with his friends.” Luisa replied.

Abuela reached for a clean rag to dry her hands. “Why didn’t you let Dolores know, Isabela?”

“I was busy in my room and I had no idea Mirabel was there until she began stalking me around Casita.”

To her relief, the girl of the topic seemed to appear, popping her head into the kitchen and pushing up her glasses that slid down her nose.

“What’s going on? I heard my name?”

Abuela let out a softer sigh. “Mirabel, did we leave you alone in the house?” the shift was subtle though it took everything to not scowl at how Abuela’s suspicious undertone vanished as she addressed Mirabel directly. “I do have…certain rules in place for a reason.”

“What’s this about?”

“Did you speak to Isabela alone today?”

Mirabel glanced around though the nervous look was easy to see. “I…might of.”

Abuela tittered with a soft shake of her head. “Mirabel… Isabela isn’t allowed to be alone with you right now, let alone seek you out…. For your sake.”

Mirabel swallowed thickly but Isabela didn’t meet her eye as she looked her way, angling her elbow over the sink as the escaped red seeped further down her skin.

“She didn’t seek me out, Abuela… I followed her. I just… wanted to talk to her and she wanted a sewing kit.” Mirabel shrugged, trying to sound a little upbeat but it fell flat quickly. “Please don’t blame this on Isa… I went to her.”

“Why did you not let me or anyone else know? You should have left.”

Mirabel looked down, “Abuela… I have the right to stay home during the day as anyone else. I don’t know when everyone else comes and leaves when I go back to my room to sew and… well normally Isa has someone escort her out but... no one’s been about to do that so she can’t leave. Can’t you…get rid of her escort punishment and let her leave without another person? Surely that’s the solution here.”

Isabela look sharply at her younger sister in surprise, Luisa also had that expression on her face though, while a little light headed, Isabela felt a little shocked to hear such a suggestion would leave her lips… well, not really—she vaguely recalled Mirabel had been against some of her punishments.

If… if she got the escort dropped, she’d have full freedom to go to the pond and start her project… and drop a note to Mateo about it and let him know about a third party friend—she just had to convince Lopez to be a little more open minded but that was later-her’s problem.

Abuela’s lips pursed and remained quiet for a long, tense moment of papule silence.

“If I drop the escort, I expect all the other rules to be upheld.” Abuela turned to face her with a stern look. “I also expect your chores to not change on that basis either, Isabela.”

“Si, Abuela.”

After a moment, Abuela nodded, “I will inform the others.” And with that, a high head and a tightening of her black shawl, Abuela swept out of the kitchen.

“Isabela?” Mama’s voice echoed before Isabela felt the buñuelo pressed to her lips. Isabela took it off her and happily took a bite, feeling the haze in her mind vanish and the stinging in her hand vanished, letting her hand drop from the air before pulling away the mess and washing her arm and hands of blood with a swift, thankful nod to her mother who looked somewhat confused at the scene.

But she felt a shred of relief… she had some freedom back.

#encanto au #encanto #drabble #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #julieta madrigal #blood tw

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Nyx and Tamlin’s daughter part 2

Again no one really read the first part, but I don’t care! I have been inspired to write again, so I am just going with the flow. Also, I read somewhere that instead of describing accents you should just write how the accent sounds when the character speaks, but idk. If you think it’s annoying comment and I might change it for the other parts I’ve written.

"I apologize for my parents. They mean well, but I think my mother secretly still harbors negative feelings for your father."

Nyx felt it was necessary to apologize for his parents behavior. They have been less than diplomatic tonight and it must have been because of their pasts with Tamlin. Nevertheless, they invited Tamlin here tonight for peace and instead, offered spiteful exchanges. He glanced at Isa from the corner of his eye as they strolled down the garden path. It was beautiful especially at night. His aunt Elain tended to it often which made the flowers more beautiful than any other garden he had seen. He liked looking at her. Not necessarily for her beauty, although he could say with confidence that she was beautiful. She was not beautiful in the way that Elain or Mor were, but in the way that someone obviously powerful was. It was more about her essence. Everything about her was enticingly unique.

"That is strange, is it not?" She quirked a single eyebrow at him with a smirk lifting the edge of her mouth. He placed his hands in his pockets to avoid awkwardly fidgeting in the way his mother often did.

"What is strange?"

"That your mother left him for another man who zhe iz happily married to with three children, yet zhe haz ill will for him? Zeemz a bit backward, no?"

Nyx gave her a strange look. She had been hiding how heavy her accent truly was at dinner. Perhaps she had dropped her guard now that they were alone or perhaps she was tired of hiding it. Either way Nyx liked listening to it.

"Tamlin was awful to my mother when they were together. She's allowed to feel angry at him."

"Zo the story goez."

Isa stopped to pluck a particularly beautiful rose. Nyx took it from her hands gently. Only to stick it behind her ear. She gave him a small smile before they continued on their walk.

"How have I never heard of you?" Nyx asked the question that had been burning at the back of his mind since Tamlin introduced her. "You must be Pyrinthian's best kept secret."

Again, she sent him a small secretive smile while twirling down the path. Her dress made large swooping motions around her body as she seemed to dance to a song only found in her head.

"It iz tradition that young witchez are raised in their coven, completely izolated from other fae. It iz dangerous for young witchlings when their powers are not yet controlled. 'Unnatural' magic as your kin like to call it, does not lizten to the influence of the witch when their mind iz not strong."

"What can happen?"

"There are stories of young children killing their peers on accident when trying to show off."

"Is that why Fae fear your kind? Because it is unpredictable?"

"All witch magic has a price. The spirits aid us when we call onto them and they seek a price. There iz a method to the price but it iz subject to change depending on the spirit that answers. Your father was not wrong when he said blood magic brings chaos. The reason blood magic iz so feared iz because it can attract all zorts of evil spirits and monsters, which can be part of the appeal." She chuckled as she said this and shook her head. "How many times have your parents required the azzistance from a monster?"

"More than I would like to admit."

"Despite that, not all witch magic iz blood magic. Your father's ignorance iz thinking they are one in the same." Isa took a seat at one of the benches and Nyx followed suit. He sat a bit closer than newly acquainted fae should, but he hardly cared.

"So you were raised amongst your kind? Did you get to see your father much?" Nyx was curious about this secretive female. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

"He caused havoc and mayhem in order to zee me. They refused until my first shape shift when I was two and they realized they did not know how to help that. My mother had been zecretly sneaking me to see him before then though."

"Fascinating."

"How do you know zo much about witches?" She asked while pushing her short hair behind her ear. Nyx reached out and clasped her hand in his. He started to trace a small tattoo on the outside of her pointer finger.

"Honestly? I do not know much. A few of them have given some information over idle pillow talk though." He admitted with a shrug.

"Charming. Speak of your past conquests to your new one." She said it with a wide smile, so Nyx was not concerned that he had actually upset her.

"I would not call you my new conquest." He gave her a cheeky smile that she shook her head to with a chuckle.

"No? Zo you escort me out here to win my heart or from the goodness of your own?"

"Perhaps I escort you out here as a gentleman."

"That iz not what your reputation would suggest." She lifted her eyebrows at him.

"I have a reputation?" Nyx was wholly unaware of any reputation that might precede him unless it had something to do with his parents. Isa pulled her hand back into her own lap.

"Nyx, prince of the night court, zon of Feyre 'cursebreaker' Archeron, high lady of the night court and Rhyzand high lord of the night court. Intelligent and agile. Mediocre combat training, excellent spy potential, enjoys the attention of any and all females, and zuccezzfully gains the attention with uave charm and dashing good looks."

"You definitely did your research." He leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest as she leaned in a bit more.

"Believe it or not, those words were straight from Lucien before we winnowed here." She mock whispered.

"That seems a bit unfair. He gave me no information on you. I'd also argue I am much better than mediocre at hand-to-hand combat." Nyx felt a bit miffed that he had been described as mediocre at anything, but begrudgingly he knew Lucien was right.

"Be careful, I might be tempted to challenge you." She gave a wickedly mischievous smile before turning her head up to look at the stars. She plucked the rose from behind her ear and began twirling it between her fingers.

"What would we be wagering for?"

"The title of best fighter. Might give our parents zomething to boast about." She continued to look at the sky instead of him.

"Hmm. Not appealing enough. Perhaps for a kiss though?" He jested. Although, he imagined a kiss from her would be amazing.

"I zuppose. If you think winning a kizz will be easier than charming one from me, then you have severely misjudged me."

"Oh I know," he sent a wide, goofy smile her way. "I would need you to kiss the pain away after you kick my ass."

"Relentlezz." A genuine smile finally lit her face up. It made her even more beautiful.

"You are a mind reader, right? Can you tell me what I am thinking of?" She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and rubbed her temples with her pointer and middle fingers. It was the epitome of concentration but it only caused him to laugh and shake his head.

"You mean my daemati powers?" He attempted to infiltrate her mind only to be met with steel mind barriers. He did not think his father would even be able to get past those.

"Daemati?" She drug out the word as if she was testing how it sounded on her lips. "How does it work?"

"For some people, I can slip into their mind and hear their thoughts and experience their memories. Your mind, however," he poked her forehead right between her eyebrows. "Is too guarded. I supposed I will have to get to know you the old fashioned way."

She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout.

"That iz not fun." He laughed loudly at her expression. She seemed truly gutted that he could not read her mind. It was such an opposite reaction to how most people felt of the ability. It seemed like the deepest of privacy invasions to most. It was why he tried to limit using it as much as possible.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Mediocre damn-ti can be added to your list." She stood up and placed the rose that was in her lap behind Nyx’s ear. He laughed but left it there anyhow. They started back towards the house.

"Daemati. And I would say my inability to infiltrate your mind speaks more to the strength of your power than a lack of mine."

She sent him a mischievous smile before grabbing his hand and twirling herself under his arm as she hummed a tune. She amused him with her peculiar behavior.

"Are you nervous to be High lady some day?" He figured she of all people would understand the anxiety he has been feeling lately to fill his parents footsteps. What if he messed up? What if he failed?

"Have not thought of it much."

"Truly?" She gave a simple nod before responding.

"I worry more about my father's death than the power I would have after it. He iz all I have left."

"I always imagined my parents voluntarily stepping down to give me the title. They seem so invincible. Perhaps that is the child in me." He did not like to imagine their deaths, but even so at least he would have a plethora of help. He had so many mentors that could show him the way. He felt bad that Isa only had Tamlin. Lucien too, probably.

"It iz sweet that you feel that way. I have zeen too much to believe that anyone is invincible."

"I just worry that I will fail. Or that I won't live up to their standards." Nyx had many a nightmares about this specific situation.

"That iz a lot of prezzure considering you are not yet High Lord." She bumped his shoulder with hers. He stumbled a step from surprise, but bumped her back.

"I will be one day though."

"What if one of you zisters get the throne instead of you? And then you wasted all dis time for nothing."

"Neither want it. Even if the power transfers to them, they have both said they will leave the title to me."

"You will probably fail and ruin your parents hard work." She said in a serious tone with a grave look on her face.

"Thanks." He deadpanned.

"But you will have me as an ally, no? And I will be ready dig you out of whatever hole you have dug. I am quite wise and known for my generosity." He could sense a hint of sarcasm with her last sentence, but felt honored that she was so freely giving her support anyways.

"Be careful, you might be underestimating how much trouble I could get us into."

#nyx acotar #acotar #tamlins daughter #tamlin #feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand

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