abrianadesaphi

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y'know, as a straight, white, cisgendered woman, taylor swift sings a LOT about forbidden relationships, “secret moments”, not being socially accepted, and how love “made her crazy”

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JENNIE & LISA

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Hello hello hello! 🥰 if you are taking requests may I request how it would be if Isabela and her gf or wife had their first big argument? And how they would make up with one another? Thank you!

Alsoooooo have a wonderful day love💕

major fight

summary: headcanons (drabble at the end) of isabela and her gf having their first serious argument with each other; how would isa deal with it, and how would they make up with one another

warnings: lowercase intended, word vomit, angst, slight mention of depression, fluff i think

a/n: thank you for the request, anon! i didn't know what to put as the subject of the argument, so i'll just leave it to you guys. i'm sorry if this took a while! anyways, enjoy :) have a wonderful day/night, everyone <3

wordcount: n/a for the headcanons, 640 words for the drabble

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would immediately lock herself in her room for the rest of the day

screaming/crying into her pillow

would blame everything on herself

overthinking, overthinking, overthinking:

this was all her fault;

she wasn't good enough;

you deserved better;

you were gonna leave her;

you hated her;

you never loved her; etc.

the thought of this fight being the potential reason you two break up makes her sick to the stomach, literally and figuratively

wouldn't have an appetite

would refuse to go out of her room and join the family to eat

this would be the first time they'd seen this side of isabela

the family would be very worried about her, especially julieta

her mom would be bringing her food to her room, but would come back to an untouched plate

julieta would be trying to get her daughter to talk about what was bothering her

isabela wouldn't say a word

she would keep everything to herself

would never leave her bed

the only time she would ever leave her room was if she needed to go to town to do her duties

wouldn't bother fixing herself, like:

leaving her hair unbrushed;

not wiping the fresh tear stains on her cheeks;

wearing her sandals on the wrong foot;

whatever, she didn't care

she just wanted to get it all over with so that she could go back to bed and cry

would be brain dead the whole day while getting everyone's requests wrong;

"isabela? these aren't sunflowers, i- are these hyacinths?"

"isabela um, why is there a tree in the middle of my crop farm?"

would probably lash out and take her anger out on them

the townspeople would be concerned for her

the only times that she would really be consciously aware of her surroundings was when she was somewhere near your area

would be very worried of bumping into you

just seeing you would be enough for her to tear up and have a mental breakdown

would be going straight to bed once she was home, ignoring the looks of her worried family

would be clutching your pillow to her chest, crying herself to sleep

i feel like nothing would change even after a week had passed (unless you try to approach her first and mend things yourself)

she'd still be as miserable as she was the day you two had fought

wouldn't know how to fix things between you two

it would only be thanks to mira who one day barged into her room, finally sick of her sister being in such a depressive state

mirabel would be the only person who would get isabela to tell her what was wrong

(it took 20 minutes)

she'd also be the one to be able to convince isabela to talk to you

"isa, you and y/n love each other no matter what. whatever problems the two of you may face, i know you'd both be able to get past them. and that includes whatever is going on between you two right now. but in order to get past something, you're gonna need to face it first."

would realize that her sister was right

she loves you, and she wants nothing more than for you two to make up and get past this

would probably take a few days to physically and mentally prepare herself

when she's finally ready, she would go to dolores to ask her where you were

after hearing that you were at home, and receiving a tight hug from her prima, she would start preparing to come over:

getting the bouquet of your favorite flowers ready;

mentally preparing her speech;

making sure she looked her best for you;

the family would be giving her moral support, glad that she was finally starting to get back on her feet

once she arrives at your front door, she would probably be having second thoughts

what if you didn't want to see her?

what if you grew to hate her during the days you were avoiding each other?

but disregarding her thoughts with a shake of her head, she would be knocking on the door of your home

she missed you so much

she needed to see you

but first, she was going to make things right between you two

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you awoke to a series of loud knocks coming from downstairs. in aggravation, you checked the clock on your bedside table, and it read 1:36 pm.

dismissing the knocks, you decided to go back to sleep, hoping that one of your family members would deal with whoever was out the door. but no less than 10 seconds had passed before the persistent knocker began knocking loudly once again.

with a groan, you irritatedly put a pillow over your head as you called out to your mom, "mami, there's someone by the door!"

there was no response from your mother as the knocking continued. you waited for a few seconds, but you heard no footsteps making their way towards the door.

you thought it was strange at first, because your mom/your sibling would've opened the door by now, but that was until you remembered that everyone was at town and you were left home alone for today.

as another series of knocks echoed from downstairs, you let out another groan as you decided to see who the hell was outside. was it so urgent that they couldn’t have waited until it was, like, i don't know, 10pm?

you trudged down the stairs and over to the door as the annoying knocks continued, before you grabbed the doorknob and swung it open, ready to snap at whoever was outside for disturbing your sleep.

but to your utter surprise, the person who's been constantly knocking on your door was none other than isabela madrigal, your beloved.

you felt your heart drop to your stomach as your mouth suddenly felt dry. the two of you stared at each other for a moment as a lump slowly forms in your throat. she looked so beautiful.

you didn't know how to feel; were you happy that she was here? angry because of everything that happened? or even more depressed at the sight of her doing well? (oblivious to the fact that she had also been in a state of depression just a few days ago)

isabela on the other hand, felt her heart breaking at the sight of you; you clearly hadn't been taking care of yourself.

huge, dark eye bags were present under your eyes; your hair was messy and tangled—god knows when was the last time you've brushed it; your lips were horribly chapped; and your blouse had an old, faded stain on the front, implying that you had probably been wearing it for several days now.

was it because of her? have you been suffering because of her?

your gaze fall down to her hands and noticing the bouquet of flowers she was holding, you felt hot tears start brimming your eyes. isabela could feel her own tears blurring her vision as she took a step towards you.

dropping the bouquet to the ground, she immediately captures you into a rib crushing embrace. you hug her back as tightly as you could, tears falling from your eyes as you buried your face into the crook of her neck. god, you missed her so much.

incoherent sobs came out of isabela as she repeatedly kept saying the words, what you thought sounded like, "i'm sorry." you shook your head as you tightened your hold on her, never wanting to let go.

"please... i don't wanna fight anymore," you whimpered, the lump in your throat only making it harder for you to speak. isabela's heart shattered at the sound of your voice, before immediately nodding in silent agreement, her arms wrapped around your waist securely.

the two of you stayed there in each other's arms for what seemed like forever, which you didn't mind in the least.

talking could wait.

for now, you would both indulge in the warmth of each other's embrace, making up for the lost time you should've had with one another.

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II. I Won’t Say I’m In Love

part one pairing/s; isabela x fem!reader warning/s; language, mentions of death, not proofread wordcount; 2.5k

a/n: so this ended up becoming more than a two-shot lol. i’ll write the third part after i post some of the other drafts i have so it miiight take a while for part 3? i might also re-write this in the future as i’m not too happy with how this turned out but for now you guys get this, so enjoy!

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| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — one-shot.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal x fem!reader

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — fluff, light (non-explicit/soft) sexual thoughts, established relationship, jealousy.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — 2786 words.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal please kiss me on the mouf. thank you for the support! i’m sorry this one is short!

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — in which encanto’s precious flower realizes she’s in love with you—her best friend.

Isabela isn’t sure she’s ever felt so close to another person.

She isn’t sure she’s ever felt so seen by another person.

Her dark brown eyes admire your side-profile, memorizing every single feature of yours as if she hasn’t done just that every moment with you since meeting just five years ago. Your expression is a focused one, a needle between your lips and brows furrowed with narrowed eyes beneath them. Quick and skillfull hands sewing yellow fabric flowers onto the cuffs of the lantern sleeves on the mannequin. Isabela wonders how someone can be so beautiful inside and out.

Sighing out softly, she sits up a bit on the stool. Minding her composure and manners, her hands fold down neatly on her lap. Soft doe-like eyes fall down to your attire of choice today. Ever since meeting you Isabela has always noticed the way you never seem to wear clothing that matches. Something funny for a seamstress and cloths maker but something that has always drawn Isabela further towards you.

A soft smile is spread across her full lips, fully peaceful and content while watching you create the bridesmaid dress. The beautiful woman always feels peaceful and content around you. It’s one of the many reasons you’re her favorite person. To the inky black-haired woman it feels impossible to not be relaxed and at ease with just your presence. Every day Isabela finds herself wondering how she got so lucky.

How she’s so lucky to have a best friend like you.

“Isa!” Your usually light voice exclaiming makes the deep olive-skinned woman jump in surprise. Once again she managed to zone out while admiring you and the connection between the two of you. Cursing at herself internally the brief question of why it happens so much around you is pushed aside as she sits up and blinks back. A light laugh that’s music to her ears leaves your lips. “You were zoning out again weren’t you?”

Pouting just a bit, she shrugs gently and sits straight and composed. “Well it’s not my fault you’re taking forever. I thought we were going to go to my house and hangout?” She questions with a bit of attitude, not knowing exactly why she feels so irritated that you’re so focused on something that isn’t her. Your lips spread into a soft and apologetic smile.

“I know I’m sorry but I’m done now!” You chirp in a bubbly manner while turning the mannequin. Isabela perks up immediately, her attitude dissolving and her pout replaced with a bright and radiant smile. Smiling at your work, her eyes flicker from you to the beautiful floor length dress. “What do you think? Will it meet Señora Valentina’s standards?” You question with a bit of nervousness in your face and tone.

She pushes off of the stool and walks over with her warm smile, Isabela sighs out softly and nods gently. “Y/n she’s going to love it. It’s a masterpiece.” She compliments with complete sincerity while looking at the beautiful dress. And she means every word she speaks. Truly the dress is stunning with the most perfect stitching and the most beautiful beadwork along the sweetheart neckline. A soft squeal leaves you and an excited clap.

Isabela’s eyes widen when your arms go around her neck and you tug her into a warm embrace. A hotness suddenly rushes up her neck and throughout her entire face, a hotness that could challenge the sun's temperature. Quickly, her arms wrap around your waist and she returns the warm embrace. It feels as if her heart is trying to break out of her ribcage with it’s rapid thumping.

You smell so sweet, like the cinnamon candies you’re always eating. “Thank you, Isa! That always means the world coming from you.” The praise makes Isabela feel special, her entire chest spreading with warmth that feels as if it’s melting her insides. Insides which feel strange—as if there is a fluttering inside of her and a knot inside of her stomach. Why does she feel…sick?

Ignoring that, Isabela also ignores the way she feels disappointed when you pull away from the embrace. Facing you, her soft doe eyes look into your beautiful glittering ones. Every feeling within her increases tenfold, lips parting and smile faltering a bit at the happy and joyous expression on your beautiful face. Why does she feel like this? Thick brows thread a bit.

Sure Isabela has more or less felt like this since becoming your friend but lately it’s been so much more intense. Feelings and reactions that came when only around you now seem to be so much more prominent whether she’s with you or not. All she has to do is think about you and there her feelings and body goes. Maybe it’s because she just loves you so much, you are her best friend after all.

Once more she’s tugged back into reality when your happy expression melts into one of worry and concern. Your groomed brows threading in worry and soft-looking lips pulling into a soft frown. “Isa, are you sure you’re okay? You—“ A soft gasp leaves your lips when your hand gently cups her cheek.

Isabela feels her knees weaken at your touch, her own eyes getting wide at her body’s reaction.

“Y—“ Pressing the back of your hand against her forehead, you frown deeper with wide eyes. “You’re burning up, Isabela!” You exclaim softly while gently cupping one of her cheeks once more. She can’t help but lean into your soft and warm touch while raising her own hand to press against her forehead. If her face was any hotter she might have burned herself.

“O-Oh I am…” She mutters a bit while looking into your pretty eyes.

Sighing out, you shake your head while pulling away from her and tugging off your apron. “Isa, I told you you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Perfection wears you down, I bet you have the flu.” You scold in a soft and caring manner while setting down your things on a nearby desk. Isabela furrows her thick brows, why does she feel like pudding right now. Maybe she really does have the flu.

Maybe that’s why she’s been feeling like this so intensely lately!

But why has it only been surrounding you?

Flickering her gaze up, she looks to your elbow held out and she blinks back rapidly. “I’ll take you home, you need to rest. Don’t even try to argue with me about it.” The firmness in your sugary voice is full of care and love. Isabela walks towards you and she nods with a soft smile, taking your elbow and walking beside you out of the room and boutique.

Stepping outside the weather is beautiful, the sky a clear blue without so much as a cloud in the sky. A glowing sun beams down on the both of you as you begin to make your way towards Casa De Madrigal at one of the highest points of Encanto. Isabela’s soft brown eyes look at you as your own eyes seem to admire and look around at the beautiful day.

Soft eyes trail down the sculpture of your nose, the dips and curves of your lips. Have they always looked so soft? Isa’s eyes widen a bit at her own thought, mentally shoving such a thing away. Yet she continues to let her gaze trail down the curve of your chin, the movement down your neck. Your hair is tied up today. Looking at the nape of your neck, Isabela breathes out softly.

How soft looking, you’re ticklish there if Isabela remembers. What if she gave just a soft kiss—what!

Quickly turning away from you, Isabela’s eyes are wide in disbelief as a single pink daisy sprouts from the top of her dark hair. Her chest rises and falls in attempts to steady her breathing she hadn’t even noticed grew irregular. Why is she thinking like this? What’s the matter with her? You’re her best friend, maybe this is normal!

Isabela does love you, how could she not? You’re the one to constantly remind her that her perfection isn’t all there is to her, remind her she can be who she wants around you whether that self be perfect or not. You feel so safe and comforting to her. You’re her best friend. Yes—her best friend. So why does the reminder of that leave a strange…longing feeling that bounces within her heart?

“Y/n!” A masculine voice calling out your name draws her gaze up. Up ahead Jason runs over, his large hand waving and a big smile spread across his fair-skinned face dusted with freckles. Her thick brows furrow a bit, eyes turning to notice the way you smile big and wave.

What’s this feeling now?

“Jason! Hi!” You exclaim in a bubbly and sugary manner like you often do to everyone. It’s one of the reasons you’re so loved in the village.

The six foot blonde stops in front of you, hands falling down to the sides of his bulky build. Pretty dull blue eyes look at you, the smile spread across his pink lips making Isabela’s eyes narrow just a bit. When his eyes flicker to Isabela, his smile noticeably falters a bit. “Oh hey, Isabela.” Before she can even offer a response that would have been filled with attitude, he looks back to you. “Y/n what are you up to?” He questions with his bright and big smile back.

Isabela looks at you and you gently pat Isa’s hand. “Actually I’m going to take Isa home right now, she might have the flu.” Her lips that were formed into a frown now spread up into a sweet smile, eyes softening when they meet yours as they glance to her before looking at Jason. Wearing an apologetic expression, you rub the nape of your neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow for your fitting?” You ask with a sugary voice.

The woman beside you looks at you with wide eyes, her lips parting in surprise upon first hearing about this. Jason smiles at you like some goofy dork, a smile that makes a bitter taste wash through Isabela’s mouth. “Yeah! Sure thing! Bye!” That bitterness spreads throughout her entire body when Jason pats your shoulder before giving her a glance and walking away. With narrowed eyes and a soft scowl on her beautiful expression, Isabela starts walking with you again.

“I didn’t know Jason was going to be fitted by you.” Isabela says in a voice much tighter than she’d like. At least she’s managed to form her expression into a neutral and careless one, eyes looking straight ahead. “Doesn’t your papa do the male fittings?” She questions with a gentle raise of her thick brow.

Nodding lightly, she can feel your eyes fall to her. Turning to you, she can’t help but let her tense shoulders relax at the soft smile on your lips. “Yeah but he’s going to be busy delivering the dresses to Señora Valentina so I volunteered to do Jason’s fitting.” Gently bumping your hip against hers you shoot a playful wink that makes her insides knot up more. “I mean he is pretty cute right? I don’t really mind.”

Taking even herself by surprise, Isabela scoffs with a gentle roll of her eyes. “Yeah if you like complete idiots.” She comments with too much bitterness and venom for it to be taken as a joke. But you’ve always been a benefit of the doubt girl so you simply laugh awkwardly and gently smack her hand.

“Isa! Be nice, he’s actually really sweet.” You try to defend him with a light tone and lighter attitude.

Why are you complimenting him? Isabela turns away from you with a silent shrug, holding onto your elbow tighter instinctively. She can’t help the way the bitterness within her begins to grow horrifyingly familiar. A bitter feeling washing across her tongue and down her throat throughout the rest of her body. It’s a feeling she got whenever someone else was praised for something and not her.

Jealousy.

And now that Isabela thinks about it this isn’t the first time she’s felt this way with you. Every time you were overly sweet to someone, every time someone hugged you that was clearly into you, every time she didn’t have your attention. Those moments of irritation and annoyance and bitterness Isabela felt was…jealousy. Ridiculous and irrational jealousy. A soft frown spreads across her lips and guilt melts into her heart while turning to you.

You’re her best friend.

But this isn’t how her world is around her other friends.

You’re special.

Upon reaching the home, Isabela takes your order to go to her room and wait for you to bring her some medicine and nutrients. She can’t help but slowly begin to melt in realization as everything dawns on her. Laying down on her bed, her eyes gaze up at the ceiling of beautiful flowers of all varieties and colors. Clutching tightly onto her pillow, she breathes heavily with threaded brows and a soft frown.

Ever since meeting you Isabela has known you were special. Not only were you the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen but you managed to be so without being perfect. The smiles you give her are so genuine, the looks so soft and heart melting—and when you touch her it feels as if you’re not touching her just to touch something beautiful…but you’re touching her to feel her.

Being around you Isabela feels safe, content, so utterly happy.

It’s not normal to feel like this for people meant to be your best friends.

It’s never been normal for Isabela to be so irrationally upset over you being with other people. It’s never been normal for Isabela to think about what it would be like to kiss you. To feel your soft hands weaving through her hair and lightly tugging. It’s never been normal to wonder what you taste like and to wonder if you melt under her touch as she does yours. To wonder if you feel so…intensely over her as she does you. To smell her own clothing after you’ve embraced her, clinging onto your scent and feel.

None of it is normal.

Isabela loves you. You’re her best friend.

“Okay!” She sits up quickly with a soft gasp and looks to her door to see you walking in with a wooden tray. Her eyes squint just a bit to notice a bowl with something steaming comes from it, a glass of juice, bread, and two bottles of Julieta’s non-magical remedies for sicknesses. A warmth spreads through her body once more, body relaxing and the realization completely settling in when her eyes meet your bright ones matching the smile you wear on your soft-looking lips. “You are not lifting a single finger today! Let’s get you all better, Isa. I even snuck some of your favorite candy from the pantry.”

You’re her best friend. Isabela loves you.

But she wants more than that, she feels more than that.

Isabela is in love with you. Her best friend.

She scoots over with a big smile, looking at you with pure adoration and love as you set down the tray. “Oh!” You seem to remember something with a soft smile, eyes flicker from her to the tray. “Your abuela says someone wants to talk to you alone when you feel better. Mariano I think? Apparently he has something important to talk about.” Shrugging softly, you sit down beside her.

The woman's thick brows furrow a bit, curiosity bubbling within her. “Huh, I wonder what it could be. I’ve barely spoken to him.” She mumbles softly while worrying just a bit about what it could be.

Her eyes widen gently when you reach over and gently cup her round cheek. Soft deep brown eyes look into your beautiful eyes that narrow slightly, a soft smile spreads across your lips while pointing to the tray with your lips. “No worrying, it’ll make you feel worse.” You say with a soft nod before (much to Isabela’s disappointment) you pull away your hand with a gentle smile and shrug. “Plus I’ll bet it’s nothing. Just focus on getting better, okay?”

You’re probably right. It could be nothing. And plus—Isabela doesn’t want to focus on anything but you right now.

Are you in love with her?

Whatever! She can worry about that tomorrow after whatever Mariano wants to talk to her about.

For now she’s going to melt into the fact that—for the first time in her life—she feels irrefutably and hopelessly in love with her best friend. For the first time in her life she feels completely safe and content. She never wants this moment to end, and as long as you’re in her life she’s certain it never will.

[abrianadesaphi]

Well, since I love Isa and saw u maybe wanted some more request of her, what about a fluffy Isabela with s/o who are in a secret relationship but never have time alone cause the Madrigals keep interrupting them? And in the end, Isa just shouts "CAN I HAVE ANY PEACE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND?" and carries s/o away to her room

≡;- ꒰ °peace and quiet ꒱

↳ ISABELA MADRIGAL, fluff, isa just wanting some alone time with you

a/n : ahh i love all the isabela requests i’m getting!! shes such a sweetheart honestly. i enjoyed writing this :))

Isabela had been itching to get some alone time with you. The past few days were quite tiring and all she wanted was to lay down with you and talk.

But her stupid family just kept stealing you away from her!

The initial inconvenience was her mother, Julieta. Isabela had been dragging you through the gates of Casita and before she could make her way upstairs, her mom shouted out for you. Isa had to wait through a 10 minute long conversation about ingredients, recipes and an invitation for dinner, and when she finally got you back…Tia Pepa came out of nowhere with thunder above her head. This lead to you worriedly asking if she was okay, and then an added 5 minute conversation involving the both of you complementing each others clothing choices.

Isabela had snatched you away as soon as the conversation ended, not wanting to waste another second when the two of you could be in her room by now.

You were only a metre away from her door when;

‘Ooo Isabela, is that your girlfriend?’

On any other occasion, Isabella would’ve shouted at Camilo and told him that you two were just friends, but right now, she really couldn’t be bothered. But you could,

‘Just jealous you’ll never get one yourself, Camilo?’

And thus, Isabela had to wait through yet another 5 minute long conversation consisting of the two of you insulting each other. That was it.

Isa pulled you away from Camilo and dragged you the remaining distance to her door. Right as she touched the door knob;

‘Time for dinner!’

Seriously?! Isabela felt her eye twitch. No, it was okay! As long as you both ate quickly, you’d be able to go upstairs and finally get some alone time together.

Yeah… about that.

Dinner ended taking much longer. Everyone at the table had something to say to you. Even Alma! Wether it was asking how the food tasted (Julieta) or asking about your favourite animal (Antonio), each person wanted to speak to you.

As soon as the last person said what they needed to say, Isabela grabbed your arm and pulled you up from the table.

‘If you’ll excuse us, we’re heading up to my room.’

‘Oh but I just wanted to ask-‘

‘CAN I HAVE ANY PEACE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND?’

And with that, Isabela picked you up bridal style and began carrying you up the stairs, ignoring the shocked faces of everyone at the table (excluding Dolores, who had known for a while.)

Lets just say, when you finally entered her room that night, you didn’t leave for a looong time.

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blind | isabela madrigal x fem!reader

in which isabela has never seen something quite like you. inspired by role model’s song, blind.

author's notes:

isabela madrigal x fem!bisexual!reader

friends to lovers

no smut

warnings: profanities, use of the k-word (jokingly)

she got the gold hoops, prada fit // i’m in love with all of it

she saw you for the first time a year after casita was rebuilt. you were dressed in clothes that obviously weren’t made in a small village like encanto. you also wore gold accessories to match with your luxurious set of clothes as you shared your table with señor valencia, the middle-aged man who was known as the town’s blacksmith.

your presence was radiating confidence, your poise obvious by how you sat and how you ate your food gracefully. for some reason, she could not look away. it seemed as if isabela found herself more and more mesmerised the longer she stared at you.

isabela was seated in a booth that was right across from your table, next to her papa agustin as they waited for their dinner in a warm little restaurant in the center of encanto.

her papa must’ve caught her staring at you, and so he whispered to his oldest daughter’s ear, “that’s señorita (y/n), señor valencia’s niece. she’s from abroad but she’s staying here for the summer due to her parents’ request. the gossiping ladies on the streets claim she’s a bit of a primadonna, but i think she’s quite nice!”

when dinner ended, agustin went over to your table and invited your uncle for a couple glasses of wine back in the casita and of course, you came along. it was your first time to see the wonderful madrigal home, and you were in awe of it and its magic.

agustin placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder as he said, “señorita (y/n), would you appreciate a tour of la casa madrigal by isabela?”

isabela looked at her father, confused. agustin just smiled at his daughter and gave her a wink.

“i would, actually! this place is amazing,” you said with a smile.

isabela, with an encouraging push on the back from her father, walked towards you.

“this way, señorita! i’ll show you to the kitchen.”

once you’ve familiarised yourself with casita (and casita has familiarised itself with you), you and isabela found yourself back in the living room. your uncle, along with agustin and felix, were laughing obnoxiously as they sipped on their wine.

“(y/n), isabela, join us!” your uncle offered you both a seat on the couch next to him as he noticed your presence.

“thank you, señor. but i’ll pass,” isabela spoke, “i kinda wanna stay up in my room for a while.”

“can you show me your room?” you spoke, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

“of course, she can!” agustin exclaimed, “how about a bottle of wine to drink while you talk up in there?”

“papa, i’ll just show her my room. we won’t be long-”

“we’d love a bottle of wine, señor!” you said with a smile.

ex-boy didn’t get the picture, cut him out of it

three hours later, you were a drunken mess in isabela’s flowery bedroom floor. you drank the entire bottle of wine while isabela just looked after you, making sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

it was funny how she cared for you, a foreign girl she doesn’t even know.

“isabela, isabela,” you called her name twice, trying to get her attention in your drunken state.

“yeah?” she responded.

“sit down, come here,” you patted the space next to where you were sitting, “do you think i’m pretty?”

isabela looked at you, your face a little bit too close to not have her heart racing, “i mean, yeah, you’re pretty. prettier than everyone i’ve ever seen, actually.”

“thanks, ‘bela,” you said with wide smile, “you’re pretty, too. but like, you’re the kind of pretty that isn’t just pretty. you’re the kind of pretty that makes me go wow she’s pretty everytime i look at your face.”

she blushed as flowers sprouted in her hair.

“oh my god, that’s adorable,” you commented as you reached out to take one of the flowers from her hair, “he hated flowers, you know?”

“who does?” she asked.

“hugo, my ex-boyfriend,” you said, and a part of her feels jealous at the mere fact of somebody else being lucky enough to have you.

“he sounds like a dick,” isabela said, making you laugh out loud. you were drunk, and fairly amused at your new friend.

“what’s so funny?”

“i just didn’t expect you to say things like that. to be honest, i expect you to say something like, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, or some other corny shit. you know, i loved him so much but he wanted all these things that i just didn’t want. like, getting married and having kids and building our own perfect family,” you looked at her, tears rolling down your cheeks, “god, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be letting this all out on you.”

“no, no, no,” isabela said, “it’s okay. i know what it’s like.”

“you do?”

“yeah,” she looked at you with sincerity in her dark eyes, “i was engaged to a man i didn’t love.”

you chuckled, “i guess i’m a little like you, huh?”

“i guess you are.”

i fall pretty hard, never really getting far | you make everyone look like they aren't anyone

a month had passed by and both of you were getting closer and closer. in fact, you spend all of your time together now and you were also invited to dinner at casita a few times, slowly becoming friends with each of the madrigals.

speaking of casita and the madrigals, you were on your way there since there was a party to celebrate dolores and mariano’s engagement.

as soon as you entered the festive environment, you immediately found yourself dancing with dolores with a drink in your hand, laughing and talking with the newly-engaged woman.

isabela sat on one of the tables and she lightly sipped on her drink, looking over at you with a little smile on her face.

god, you were so beautiful. and to god, she was grateful to be able to witness the beauty of you.

“never thought that i’d see the isabela madrigal so lovesick,” mariano’s familiar voice flooded her ears as he took a seat beside hers.

“what are you talking about, mariano?” she turned to look at the man.

“señorita (y/n), you’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?”

“i’ve known her for a month.”

“my point still stands,” mariano said, “i know a person in love when i see one, hermosa.”

“i don’t even know what in love is.”

“i mean, even i didn’t know what it meant to be truly in love. until dolores came along and all of the ideas i had of love turned out to be incorrect.”

“that’s real sweet of you to say, mariano.”

“but this isn’t about me, mi amiga. i know that you know that you are in love with (y/n), so what are you afraid of?”

“i’m not afraid,” isabela grumbled.

“why are you hiding your feelings?”

“why are we having this conversation?”

“isabela,” mariano looked at her seriously, “you do know that she’s only here for the summer, right? she’ll be leaving in less than two months. if i were you, i’d tell her how i feel. you never know, maybe you’ll give her a reason to stay.”

hours after the party has ended, isabela looked up at the ceiling as she laid on her bed. thinking about what mariano said. thinking about love. thinking about you.

gripping her blanket in harsh realization, she whispered to herself, “fuck, i’m in love with (y/n).”

i haven't felt a thing this year and i'm only tryin' to be sincere

“i heard you last night,” dolores nudged her favorite cousin with her elbow as they ate their breakfast.

“oooh, what did isabela say?” camilo teased.

“it’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t get it,” dolores dismissed her brother.

“i can be a girl,” camilo said before shapeshifting into you, causing isabela to drop her fork in shock, “so, what is it?

“can you not turn into (y/n)?” isabela said, annoyed.

“does it make you uncomfortable when i turn into your girlfriend? are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?”

“ew!” isabela exclaimed, pushing camilo off his chair as he turned back to himself.

“what is going on over there?” abuela asked her three grandchildren at the other end of the table.

“nothing, abuela,” the three of them said in unison.

abuela alma went back to her food, and so did the rest of the family. camilo has turned the other way to bother mirabel and dolores nudged isabela with her elbow once again.

“i also heard señor valencia and (y/n) last night,” dolores said.

“and?”

“(y/n)’s leaving in two days.”

isabela’s world stopped.

“no. she’s leaving in two months,” isabela said, denying whatever it was that dolores said.

“her parents want her back home as soon as possible, isa.”

isabela stood up from the table and ran out of casita’s front door, ignoring sounds of confusion from her family. she ran to the direction of your house, bumping on some of the locals in the way. she knocked loudly once she finally reached your front door, impatience running through her knuckles.

you opened the front door, seeing isabela a heaving and sweaty mess, “isabela, what on earth-”

“i love you. and i’m sorry that i won’t be able to prove to you just how much i do because i was too much of a coward to admit it but i’m here now, and i can admit with my whole heart that i am so fucking in love with you and i’ve never met anybody quite like you-"

“isabela…”

“-and i’m sure that i never will. i know you’re leaving soon but i just can’t watch you go without telling you how i feel because i might just die if i keep it to-”

“isabela.”

“-myself. so i’m telling you again, (y/n), i am in love with you, and i’d tell you a million fucking times more if that’s what it takes for you believe-”

“isabela!”

“...yes?”

“i’m in love with you, too.”

“you are?”

“yes. and i’m not leaving any time soon. i don’t think i want to.”

isabela couldn’t help it. she took your face in her hands and kissed you, pouring each and every ounce of affection she had into your lips.

after a moment, she pulled away, “wait, did you say that you weren’t leaving anytime soon? i thought you were leaving in two days.”

“where’d you hear that from?” you chuckled.

isabela froze in realization, “i’m gonna kill dolores.”

you placed another kiss on her lips, causing her to blush.

“i think i might thank her, actually,” isabela said before kissing you back, wrapping her arms around your waist.

i've never seen something quite like you

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mi flor

Isabela Madrigal had loved you for as long as she could remember. The threat of losing you to someone else troubles her and she is faced with a decision that would be an end or a beginning.

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Isabela Madrigal was many things. Beautiful, flawless, perfect. She could have every thing or anyone she'd ever wanted if only she would ask. Men and women alike were at her beck and call. Though only one person had managed to capture her heart as well as her gaze.

Her eyes were only on (Name) Fierro, the daughter of the town’s equally eccentric painter, Pinto Fierro.

Her bestest friend. She sighed softly, following the rebuilding of Casita, her abuela had lessened the massive amount of pressure on her, apologizing for having her uphold her perfect image as well as matching her with Mariano when she had only agreed to it for the family’s sake. She was free to love whoever she had wanted, her abuela had said. She would no longer meddle with her life.

Free to love whoever she wanted. The words rang in her head.

Just like any girl, she dreamed a love like her parents, Julieta and Agustin had. The longing gazes, the soft sweet smiles, and the kisses that were only witnessed by the heavens. She was now free to get that love from anyone. And yet..

What if she had only wanted you? You with the smile that had surpassed the sun in lighting up her whole world, you with the eyes she could always get lost in, you with the laughter like ringing bells?

After Casita had been rebuilt, a massive celebration was held in the casa. Partly as thanks for the townspeople in helping them rebuild their home as well as celebrating new beginnings after the tumultuous days that occurred.

She pursed her lips upon seeing you in the center of the crowd, dancing and twirling around in a pretty dress, a smudge of paint against your smooth freckled cheek, and that damn smile stretched upon your lips.

Surely you were aware of how her heart sped up around you? Surely you were aware of her longing gazes that flutter from your eyes to those kissable lips?

“..Bela..” A dreamy sigh left her lips as she thought of kissing you.

“..Sabela..” Holding you close.

“Isabela..!” Her eye twitched.

She snapped out of her dreamland, vines wrapping around the person who was calling her.

“What!?” She turned around, annoyed, she was having a good daydream and it was all ruined by Mirabel who placed a thumb under her own chin.

“I’m sensing you’re upset.” Such an empath.

Isabela calmed down and grumbled at her little sister, continuing to look at your direction before glancing at Mirabel who had a shit-eating grin on her face. “You like Señorita Fierro, don’t you?”

Her cheeks heated up and she quickly looked around, afraid that anyone had heard before huffing at Mirabel. “No, I don’t, estúpida.” She denies vehemently, looking away from her annoying little sister.

“Oh, I see..” Mirabel gasped dramatically , pointing at a random direction. “Isabela, look, it’s (Name)!”

The eldest of the two had gasped, quickly turning to the direction she pointed at whilst fixing herself. “Where?!” She exclaims.

The younger Madrigal only stifled a laugh before full on bursting with laughter, slapping her knee. She gasped, falling on her back as she howled with laughter. Isabela, on the other hand, was raging. She quickly wrapped her vines around her sister. “Why I oughta..!” Mirabel wheezed as her vines constricted around her before quieting down, glancing at the girl that captured her older sister’s hard.

“You really like her, aren’t you?” Isabela was about to say something before she sighed, shaking her head. She leaned against one of Casita’s pillars and stared at you. “Maybe.” She murmurs as she mirrored your smile whilst she danced.

“Is it truly okay for you to just be like this though? On the outside looking in (Name’s) life?” Mirabel asked after a while.

“What do you know about love, Mira?” Came Isabela’s exasperated sigh, knuckles turning white as she saw you being eyed by a few bachelors and bachelorettes in your vicinity, each one’s gaze stuck onto you like flies on a Venus flytrap.

“Maybe not a lot but if you keep just standing here, you can kiss (Name) goodbye.” Mirabel pushed her green-rimmed glasses up, observant eyes noticing the men and the women that were staring at the person that her sister was clearly enamored with.

The thought of losing you crossed Isabela’s mind a lot more times than her Papá Agustin getting into an accident. Which was a lot. A whole lot. And every time she thought of you getting whisked away by someone that was not her? She had almost always pushed the thought down, always putting the thought of confessing to you for another day. Though as one of the people that watched you had approached, she couldn’t take it anymore. She was free and she was taking advantage of this freedom.

She pushed herself off from the pillar she had leant on. Do or die. Do or die. She can’t let you slip away from her fingers.

“(Name)..” She stammered out your name. Oh Dios. Oh Santamaria. Her cheeks felt warm and she had hoped she still looked presentable as she had shot the woman who tried to converse with you a snarky but still beautiful glare.

“Hola, (Name)..” She bats here eyelashes prettily as she was face to face with you.

“Hola, Bela.” You beam at the eldest Madrigal grandchild, clearing your throat a little.

Bela. Beautiful. Isabela knows it’s just a nickname but did that stop her from thinking that you called her beautiful? No. You wanna hear it in Spanish? No.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Boy you got her helpless and normally she would accept the request in a heartbeat but not right now. Not now that she mustered up the courage.

She gently shook her head before taking your hand in hers. “Maybe later?” She offers with one of her sweet smiles. “I want to talk to you about something.” The warmth on her cheeks increased as she led you away from the roaring crowd and out of Casita where it was more quiet.

You followed closely, curious as to what the Isabela Madrigal wanted to talk to you about. Try as she may to calm down, acacia blossoms sprouted on the top of her hair, all white except for one which had your favorite color. You gently reached up and Isabela had half-expected for you to pick off the intruding flower but rather you gently admired it, fingers gliding over the delicate petals.

“Are you alright, mi amiga?” Your voice was oh so soft as you looked at her, brows knitted in worry and she willed herself to not just kiss you there and then.

Though she halted as the word ‘amiga’ echoed in her mind. That word. Amiga. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the ground, pursing her lips. Was that all she was to you? She bit her lower lip.

“Isabela?” The call of her name pushed her out of her thoughts and before she knew it she had faced you, eyes filled with determination and a slight hint of anxiety. No longer could she keep it in. No longer could she push it down. No longer could she be on the outside looking in.

She took in a deep breath. “I want to tell you something.. something I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages.” Sensing her anxiety, you gave her hand a squeeze.

“Go on, mi amiga. I’ll listen.” There it was again. That word.

“(Name), darling, you’re my best friend.” She starts off, cursing herself silently as she stammered over simple words. “But there’s a few things that you don’t know of.” She continues, casting her gaze down at the flowers and plants that bloomed at her feet.

“I wanna ruin our friendship.” Isabela squeezed your hand in hers, taking a deep breath in to will herself to look at you, her gaze yearning and loving. “We should be lovers instead.. for too long I have kept my feelings for you under wraps but I cannot hide it forever. Te quiero, Te amo, (Name). I love you."

Her hands trembled and as the last syllable of her sentences left her lips, she wished she could take them back in once again. Her lower lip trembled as fresh tears poured from her beautiful eyes.

She would’ve laughed at herself right now. Señorita Perfecta, crying? Her? Isabela Madrigal? That was absurd. But she was. Dread crept in her heart and the hammering against her chest made her feel like she was going deaf. Were you disgusted by her? Had you not felt the same way? Had her confession ruin what the two of you had?

“Lo siento, I shouldn’t have.. I didn’t mean to..” She quickly said. She should have kept it in. She should’ve just kept quiet. And now she may lose you, the love of her life and her dearest friend. She hiccupped. “Please, do not leave me, even if you do not feel the same I..”

The tears that cascaded down her cheeks were caught by your soft thumbs, swiped away before they could even run down the rest of her face freely. You took her face in your warm palms and only smiled, your own cheeks warm and hurting from smiling so much.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, mi flor, I could walk in that garden forever for my heart beats for you and you only, Isabela Madrigal.”

She lifted her gaze up to fully look at you, taking in your features that were far more beautiful than any of the flowers or plants she bloomed gracefully. And she swore your eyes had taken all the words she wished to say out of her lips.

Instead she had leaned close, pressing her lips against yours, hoping that her actions were enough to convey what she cannot say.

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[abrianadesaphi]

Could you do a story, where the reader decides to take a bath in the river to reduce her anger, because of mariono's marriage proposal with isabela, and isabela sees her and ends up "helping the reader relax"? please?

BESTIE IM NOT SURE IF YOU WANTED SMUT OR NOT SO IM SORRY 😭 i wrote smut tho mwahahahah ok anyw here we go

warnings

smut

some curse words

notes

fem!reader

lowercase intended

light angst (?) like super light

the reader tends to get angry quite often and isabela knows the best way to calm her gf down ;)

u're a bottom so uhm yea

let's go for a swim, mi vida | isabela madrigal x fem!reader

you were furious, and everyone who saw you as you walked along this particular street of encanto knew. i mean, it was obvious by the way your face looked.

in response to your distressed body language, the villagers cleared their path when you came across them, knowing better than to do something that’ll rile you up even more.

you knew that isabela was to do whatever her abuela alma told her to, being the perfect golden child that their family was blessed with. she’s always been that way — protecting her precious reputation and doing whatever was needed to be done just to get her grandmother’s validation.

you accepted her that way because you loved her and you would do anything just to keep her, and in order to do that, she had to keep you a secret. don't get it wrong, you knew that she loved you dearly since she makes it known to you in so many ways whenever you have your time together. however, when it came to everyone else, you were nothing but isabela madrigal’s best friend.

and when you were told that the madrigals were preparing for mariano’s proposal to isabela, you felt absolutely hurt and betrayed. you felt your chest tighten as your pain led you to be angry at isabela. and then you were angry with yourself as well.

after walking without a destination in mind, you found yourself at the river hidden within the trees and hills which surrounded encanto. you took a deep breath in, the fresh evening air pleasantly invading your lungs.

you took your buttoned shirt off and then slipped out of your skirt, carelessly dropping them on the rocky ground. you were about to take off your undergarments when you felt familiar arms wrapping themselves around your naked waist.

you took a shaky breath in as you tried to free yourself from her embrace, “isabe-”

she held your waist tighter and closer, feeling your back against her, “can we talk?” 

“why? so you can feed me more of your lies?” you removed yourself from her, facing her as you spoke, “shouldn’t you be picking out dresses for next week? mariano’s proposal has to be perfect, i heard.”

“i didn’t even know until yesterday, mi vida,” isabela explained, “abuela just decided everything for-”

“exactly, isabela!” you exclaimed, “you can never decide anything for yourself because other people make your choices for you. and you just let them!”

“i know that,” isabela caressed your arm, “i apologize, mi cariño."

“you didn’t even tell me!” you turned your back on her as you yelled, not minding whatever it is that she previously said, “i had to find out through the baker, for God's sake!”

“i knew you would be angry so-"

“well, did you expect me to just let this kind of thing slide?!” you yelled as you looked back at her, seeing her pitiful face, “leave, isabela. i don’t want to see you any more tonight.”

despite you telling her to leave, she walked closer to you, running her palms through your shoulders and arms. her hands found themselves on your hips before whispering to your ear from behind, “i’m sorry, mi amor.”

you took a deep breath in, completely distracted by how her hands were now traveling to your waist so teasingly slow.

“i’m sorry for being a coward, and i’m sorry for not telling you,” she genuinely apologized, moving your hair to one side as she kissed the side of your neck, still holding you from behind, “by tomorrow, i’ll figure something out, alright? i’ll talk to mariano about it.”

you found yourself slowly nodding to whatever she spoke of, feeling as if she put a spell on you to make you calm down and completely melt into her. 

she spoke softly once again, “let’s go for a swim, mi vida.”

you found yourself complying with her, doing whatever it is she wanted you to. you felt as if you were hypnotized, or was it just how she naturally made you feel when her hands were on you? you didn't know, but you enjoyed it.

you both were now naked as she led you deeper in the river, her hands never leaving your waist as her dark eyes looked into yours. 

isabela started to kiss your collarbones, causing you to close your eyes as your arms wrapped around her neck. she marked wherever her lips landed on your skin, not leaving that certain area until it bruised.

she looked up at you before wearing her heart on her sleeve and saying, "(y/n), i was wrong. and i get why you're angry, but i love you. and i'm going to be better for you. i promise that i'll do all that i can, alright mi amor? but for now, i want to make love to you."

you gave her half a smile, your anger completely vanishing at her words. you teased, "only if stop making me angry."

she smiled at you as she said, "that's impossible, you're always angry."

"well, it seems like you won't be getting some tonight," you pretend to leave and get out of the water, but she quickly held onto your hand.

"no, no, no," she said, "you're not going to leave me hanging this time, princesa."

she kissed your lips hungrily, pulling you closer as her hand made its way around your throat, making you moan in surprise.

isabela parted your legs with her knee, her other hand trailing down to touch you where you needed her the most.

her finger teased your womanhood, eliciting a moan from your pretty lips. she smirked at your reaction before finally entering you.

she felt so good, God, she felt too good. your moans were an invitation to make her go faster, rougher, just the way that you liked it.

"i never thought that my good girl would enjoy getting fucked in a river this much," she commented with a shit-eating grin, "tell me, do i make you feel good, mi princesa?"

she had two fingers thrusting in and out of you in the most pleasant ways possible, which gave you trouble in responding to her question.

"corazon, i asked you a question," isabela said in a warning tone.

"you make me feel so, so good," you moaned.

she smiled cockily, "i know."

she kept going, and God, it all felt even better with each thrust. soon enough, your nails were scratching on her shoulders as your moans started to sound like whimpers and pleads. 

"go on, mi vida, come," and just like that, you did.

you felt tired as you wrapped your arms around her, your body collapsing. 

isabela laughed, "you okay, cariño?"

"tired."

"i told you, getting angry takes a lot of energy!"

"you take a lot of energy!"

she laughed at you before saying, "it's getting dark. do you wanna join us for dinner?"

"i don't think i can face your family knowing that you had just…"

"made love to you? in a river? and you enjoyed it a little too much?" she teased.

you rolled your eyes, "i'm getting you back later."

"oh? am i also getting my turn this evening?"

"we'll see," you gave her a wink.

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I’m ... Pregnant? | Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You and Isabela had been married for two and a half years now. For the past three months, you've been feeling sick – having nausea, and even vomiting often. This concerns the rest of the Madrigals, especially Pepa who had always loved you as her own niece ever since you and Isabela got together. With this concern, Pepa requested a vision from Bruno. Later on that day, the Madrigals all have dinner together.

or 

You find out that you’re pregnant during dinner with the family.

Warning: SMUT 

"Are you still feeling sick, Y/N?" Abuela asked you with genuine concern in her eyes after noticing your distressed nature.

You turned to look at the old woman with a sigh, "Unfortunately, I still am."

Isabela looked at you with sympathy, she truly felt sorry for how you were feeling and wished that she could do anything to make you feel better. Honestly, she was even more stressed about the situation than yourself. A conversation about going back to your hometown to see a professional doctor occurred between the two of you yesterday, but you merely shrugged it off, not wanting to make it an even bigger deal than it already was. 

"I've been feeding her arepas, but they only work for about two or three hours before she's feeling nauseous again," Julietta sighed, feeling down that she couldn't heal her daughter-in-law completely.

Pepa and Bruno exchanged knowing looks, sitting across from each other. The older of them sent Bruno a look which said, "Are you telling them or am I?"

"You do it!" Bruno sent a look to her sister's way.

"No, you!" 

Abuela noticed her two children exchanging intense glances at each other, looking like stupid birds trying to communicate with their eyes bulging out of their sockets. She cleared her throat rather loudly, causing everyone at the dinner table to look in her direction.

"Yes, Mamá?" Pepa and Bruno asked in unison.

"Would you care to share whatever it is you both are talking about with the rest of the family? Or would you rather keep conversing with your eyes like idiots?" Abuela said sternly, though with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Well, erm," Bruno started, "We may or may not know why Y/N is feeling sick all the time."

"And you're telling us just now?" Isabela said with growing frustration evident in her voice.

"Isa," You spoke, calming your wife down, "let them finish."

"Okay, so-"

"Y/Nispregnantandit'sIsabela's." Dolores spoke very quickly, interrupting her Tío Bruno.

Bruno laughed awkwardly, "Ha ha, uh, yeah, that."

"Dolores, what did I say about keeping the things we hear to ourselves unless we are asked about it?" Pepa whispered to her daughter as tension grew on the dinner table.

Everyone at the dinner table except for Pepa, Bruno, and Dolores had their jaws drop to the floor in surprise. Felix, being his usual self, spit out the wine he was in the process of drinking due to his shock, causing Pepa to hit him lightly on the back of his head.

"I'm…" You started, in disbelief, "I'm pregnant?" 

"Yes," Bruno confirmed, "Your Tía Pepa asked me for a vision about your constant nausea and I didn't want to at first but you know how she gets and a storm started to form when I said no and of course I had to-"

"Brunito," Abuela put an end to her son's rambling, "Tell us what you say in your vision."

"I saw, well, I saw you and Isabela holding two adorable little boys-"

"But Tío Bruno, I don't exactly have the, uhm, tools to get Y/N pregnant," Isabela reasoned, her hand holding yours underneath the table.

"Yes, Tío Bruno, it's impossible," You said.

"Impossible?" Pepa spoke, "You act as if you haven't seen magic in its most wondrous form!"

"Your Tía Pepa is right, Isabela," Abuela said, "Casita has helped you in creating life in your wife's belly. Oh! This calls for a celebration! My first great-grandchildren are on their way!"

"I'm going to be an Abuelo!" Agustin exclaimed in excitement, taking a smiling Julietta up with him, "We're going to be grandparents, mi amor!"

All of a sudden, Isabela remembered how and when it happened.

Three months ago, you and Isabela were laughing as you entered the plant-filled room both of you shared after a long day of festivity in Encanto. You and Isabela threw yourself on the bed, loving how soft the mattress felt beneath your skin.

Isabela hovered on top of you, making her way between your legs. Looking in your eyes, she whispered, "You are so beautiful, mi amor."

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around her neck, "I'm nothing compared to you, Isa."

"Bullshit!" Isabela exclaimed, "I hope you could see how beautiful you truly are."

"Such a sweet talker, you are."

She sweetly smiled at you before kissing the pair of lips that have been tempting her all day.

You moaned in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss as your fingers found themselves tangled in her perfect hair.

"I want you, mi vida," she said with her hands tugging on your skirt, begging for your consent to rip them off of your body.

"Then take me, I am all yours," you breathed out, looking in her dark eyes.

"All mine?"

"And no one else's, mi amor."

She wasted no time connecting your lips together once again, swiftly removing your clothes and mindlessly throwing them somewhere in her spacious room. Once you were completely naked and vulnerable right underneath her, she took the time to kiss your exposed skin, leaving marks all on your neck and chest.

After she was satisfied with the love and attention she's given your skin, she took off her own clothing. Revealing her own beautiful body. She looked at you for a moment before attacking your lips once again.

Your legs found their way around her slim waist, where they rightfully belonged. You felt her fingers brushing against your core, teasing your sensitive clit. She ran a finger through the opening of your womanhood, eliciting a moan out of your parted lips.

"Is this okay?" She asked you, in the way she always did right before making love.

"Yes, mi amor, take me," You said in a tone both pleading and demanding.

She slid two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan loudly as she skillfully thrusted in and out. She watched as you completely broke apart right in front of her. Your hair was everywhere as your nails relentlessly left marks on her back. 

She felt her heart burning, and so did you. You, for an unknown reason, were in so much pleasure, you felt more than you usually did. Your body was sensitive to everything that was happening at the moment. The way Isabela's long fingers were plunging in and out of you in the most delicious ways possible were stimulating you much more than it usually did, which says a lot. 

Uncontrollable moans left your pretty lips, which was music to Isabela's ears. She just hoped that Dolores was somewhere far away in the village with Mariano, so that your moans wouldn't deafen her poor cousin. And also because your moans are meant to be heard by your ears only, she wouldn't want to share the experience of hearing the beautiful sounds escaping from your beautiful lips with someone else.

Suddenly, a certain warmth came over the two of you, flecks of gold surrounding you both. It was magic, and both of you knew that. But you didn't know why it was there.

Isabela groaned in your ear, whispering as her fingers kept doing what they do best to your womanhood, "You feel so good, Y/N."

"Isabela," You breathed out, "Do you feel that?"

"I feel it, mi vida. I feel it so strongly."

"I love you, Isa," You said as you closed your eyes, fully immersed in the pleasure you were receiving from your wife.

"I love you too, Y/N," Isabela said with utter sincerity, her pace quickening as you felt her body's sweat against yours.

"I'm almost there, Isa!" You yelled out her name, "God, you make me feel so good."

"Come for me, baby. Be a good girl and come for me." 

With those words, you were pushed over the edge. Yelling out Isabela's name as you came for her, and for her only. She moaned out as she came as well, and her turn hadn't even come yet, but her body responded to yours. And thus, her climax arrived at the same time as yours.

She looked at you as she recovered, your hair a mess and your naked chest heaving up and down. Golden sparks flew around the two of you before being absorbed by your body which made your skin glow for a moment. She found it quite odd, but was too tired to point it out or question it.

Isabela smiled for the first time that evening, excitement flowing through her bones at the realization. Looking at you with loving eyes, she exclaimed, "Mi vida! You're pregnant!"

"With twins," Bruno added in, "We saw two of them in the vision, real charming boys."

You exclaimed happily, "Two baby boys, can you believe it, Isa?" 

Isabela smiled at you with the purest form of happiness in her eyes, "I can't believe it as well, mi flor. I remember how it happened, I remember it so clearly!"

"How did it happen?" You asked her, genuinely curious.

"We, erm, we were-"

"Isabela, we're happy for you but we do not need the details," Camilo said with a half-disgusted face.

Isabela threw a glare at her cousin's direction before saying, "Fine. After we did it…"

Isabela paused to look at her cousins' faces – all struggling to act like decent human beings at the topic of sex, except for Antonio who didn't really fully understand anything that was happening. She continued, "Y/N glowed. And I found that odd but I thought it wasn't a big deal until now. And it all makes sense!"

Pepa's eyes started to tear up, and a cloud started to form above her head, "Oh, I remember when Isabel was born. Now, she has her own babies on the way. And she’ll be raising them with a wonderful woman, our Y/N.”

The rest of the family kept gushing about your pregnancy, and you felt pure joy in your heart at the thought of raising your own family with Isabela.

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