#camilo’s hair just looks so… silky

[luisa-madrigal-magic]

Luisa x fem/gn reader where reader just loves giving luisa affection like randomly kissing her whole face, hugging her really tight (maybe to tease luisa even like squeeze her arms and telling her how wonderful she is, how strong how handsome etc.)

{2159 Words} Sorry this took so long, I'm also sorry if the flow feels a bit weird towards the end. I got sick and just really wanted to finish this.

The sounds of high tweets from the typical Blackburnian Warblers spilled into your ears. It was a lovely sound, sometimes even calming but not today. They were just being annoying, like they were doing it to you on purpose. You groan to yourself as you stretch your body into the comforting bed, wrapping the silky pillow over your head. Muffling the bird sounds you peacefully smile to yourself and start to doze off again, drooling a bit.

'BRRRING, BRRRING, BRRRING'

Deeply groaning again with a whine, you tiredly raise your head from under the pillow. Hair stuck to your lips and forehead. You peek through your eyes to see where the sound was coming from. On the other side of your sleeping spot, you see a small pink alarm clock going off.

"Uhggghh."

You spill out once more, deciding to pick yourself up. Stretching for the last time, you calmly reach over the wide bed to shut the alarm off. Doing so, you allowed your face to plop onto the bed as you reached over, not fully ready to get up. Exhaling a relaxed breath into the sheets you cling and cuddle into the surprisingly still warm spot of where your lover slept. This lover of yours must already be downstairs helping to prepare breakfast. She was always up early.

Squeaks and pats came from the window shutting and opening itself from your side. Casita clearly desperate to get you out of bed.

"Fine, fine I'm going." You push yourself up and quickly get yourself dressed for the day, hoping you make it down in time. Putting on an ankle length red skirt, a light blue blouse you got from your mom, and red flats to match, you casually make your way down to the dining area. Once there, Camilo runs past you chasing after Antonio for whatever reason causing you to twirl into a stumble, tripping right into a familiar warmth.

"I got you."

You look up at the person securing you and immediately go into a quiet awe. Staring for a small while, fuzziness fills your brain and a soft smile forms across your lips.

"Mi amor? Are- are you alright?"

Luisa spoke again with slight concern and confusion in her voice, deciding to let you go. No longer in the woman's arms you continue to stare at them in awe.

"Mhm, I just... hummmm~♡" Fluttering your lashes with a long sigh, you intertwine your own fingers together and bring them up to your cheek, popping your left leg up in an act of admiration. Your lover named the beautiful Luisa nervously chuckles to herself, scratching her cheek with her index finger. Her cheeks showed a tint of pink as she reached out for your hand.

"Breakfast is ready!" Julieta calls, everyone's footsteps fading in and out.

"Come, I had already set the table so it's just waiting for us." She tugged at your hand and was about to turn when you stopped her.

"Waiiit, you just got mee!" You quickly say gripping her forearms.

Keeping her in tact, you tiptoe yourself up to her face placing a gentle but pure kiss on her lips.

Her lips were as soft as ever.

You slowly pull away with your eyes closed, letting the beautiful buzz linger. Peaking at your girlfriend, she had her eyes closed as well with a cute little toothy grin replacing her puckered lips. Her cheeks glowed that beautiful pink that you couldn't help but succumb to it. Blushing as well, you lean in again a bit too fast to give her an unexpected kiss.

This time a bit eager.

Luisa slightly stumbles but quickly wraps her arms around your waist and balances herself, a bit surprised by your actions. Standing on your tiptoes, you grab her face and start pressing deep smooches all over her perfect face. She was so perfect to you, she was your world.

Luisa chuckled deeply under your lips, wrapping around you a bit tighter.

"Muah, muah, muah!"

You start sloppily kissing her, leaving lingering spit on her face. You causing her to laugh grunt in disgust.

"Muah, muah muuuah!" You cheese happily.

"My angel."

You try to go in for more kisses but Luisa pushes at your eager body carefully.

"Mi amor alright, alright!" Her face was that beautiful pink again.

"Oye! Hurry up, were waiting on you two caterpillars." Camilo shouts out from behind a pillar, running off back to the table you presumed.

A tad stunned, you both look at each other and start giggling girlishly. With bubbly smiles, Luisa takes your hand and leads the way to the table. We were eating outside this morning.

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Afternoon soon rolls around, you were painting a medium portrait of Abuela. She sat calmly on a black stool, a soft expression and smile on her face, hands neatly folded over her lap. You add a few more touches of oil paint to the face on the canvas before cueing to Abuela that we were done for the day. With a satisfied nod she got up and walks out of your studio as you quickly start to clean up your area.

You wanted to see Luisa.

Taking off your apron and cleaning the paint off yourself, you start to head in the supposed direction you thought the woman might be in. After searching for a bit, you spot the large woman carrying the church. You hum to yourself as you watch her, your thoughts fading to other things. You slap your cheeks and blush with an idiot grin on your face. Sitting on a rock, you watched as she set the building down and dusted her hands off. She accepted more requests as she walked off from the crowd, a crowd that always seemed to form around her when she worked.

You perk up when you notice Luisa by herself. Getting a bit excited you make your way towards her. With her back turned towards you, you tickle up her spine with your fingers.

"Boo!"

You spook her and almost cause her to drop the rock she had picked up.

"Amor!"

You giggle to yourself and tightly hug her waist as she sighs of relief.

"Be careful, you can't do that to me when I'm working." She spoke as she held the large rock with one hand while the other was hooked to her hip. Sweat trickled down her face and neck, damping the front of her shirt. Letting go, you cheese to yourself from the sight as Luisa looked down at you in wonder.

"Amor?"

As she questions you, you smile and walk in a circle around the woman, looking her up and down. Luisa's head followed you as a tint of pink heated her cheeks. In front of her again, you bite your lip and grab at her bicep, the one holding the rock. Luisa automatically flexes and quietly watches you. You squeeze her hard muscle and nod to yourself.

"Mhm, mhm, Luisa, you're hot." You spoke proudly.

She laughed with a small cough in response.

"Am I really?" She asks as she turns and places the rock in a specific spot on the dirt road. You nod your head eagerly.

"Well of course you are!" You move in front of her to stop her in her tracks. You intertwine your arm with your girlfriend's as you praise her.

"You're sooo beautiful! So handsome and kind. So pretty and perfect."

You poke at her cheek as you admire her, kissing her hand and hugging her again.

"You're so strong and sexy, walking around with all that muscle and beauty you got goin' on." You walk your index and middle finger up her arm and kiss her shoulder.

"Who do you think you are?" You sarcastically ask with a smirk.

"Mi amor please, I'm working." Luisa quickly looks away from you, clearly hiding her obvious blushing. You smile and try to get a look at her blushing face. You push at her cheek to turn her head towards you but she easily pulls away and turns from you.

"Luisaa, don't act like that."

You get in front of her again but as you do she grabs at your arms and picks you up, carefully placing you away from her. Her face was definitely red, she was so cute. You loved teasing her but wished she would go along with it at times.

"Shouldn't you be painting or something?" The woman asks you as she picks up another rock, placing it on the opposite side of the former. She still had that blush across her cheeks, lighter this time.

"I've actually finished for the day," you responded. "Is it really that bad that I wanted to see you?"

"Of course not!" She quickly announces.

Sighing, she walks up to you and caresses your cheek softly.

"I just don't know how to handle you still is all. You make me feel so.. so warm and happy." Shyly smiling, she leans down and kisses your cheek, her hand still on the other. Deeply grinning at her, you kiss at her cheek as well. You hold the big hand that was resting on your cheek and start kissing down her neck. You tasted the slight salt the came from the sweat she produced from earlier. You didn't mind tho, you never did. You felt her grin against your cheek, causing you to kiss all over her neck and cheek more. Pulling away, you kiss the hand that was on your cheek, kissing up her arm, and giving her a deep and pure kiss on the lips.

You look at each other in awe.

"I love you Luisa."

"I love you too mi amor."

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As night time falls over the beautiful encanto, everyone in the town seems to be heading in for the night. You stay back and help Julieta clear off the dinner table from the delicious meal she cooked up. After cleaning up, you pass through the atrium of Casita, giving goodnight hugs and kisses to your found family, smiling and waving them off to bed.

"Buenas noches."

"Buenas noches!" Layered by the voices of the family in response.

Having yet to spot Luisa inside, you head up to her room and start getting ready for bed. Once inside, you change into a white ruffled collar nightgown and tied up your hair with one of Luisa's red ribbons. You hated when you forgot to tie it up, you don't like your hair flying everywhere as you slept. Putting your arms up above your head to stretch, you feel a big hand curving around your waist. Smirking to yourself, you feel the breath of the person on your neck, leaving a peck. You turn to meet the eyes of the person, your lovely girlfriend. Her eyes seemed tired but sparkled at you happily.

You hold her hand and bring her to the bed, setting her down and undoing her bun while running your fingers through her hair. You massaged her scalp a bit as she leaned into it. Pulling away, you walk to the small closet and find a pink satin nightdress with lace decorating the bottom. Taking it, you turn to see Luisa already getting undressed. You pull the dress over her head and watch her shake her long curly locks out of the opening. Unlike me, she loved her hair down. It made her feel relaxed and free.

Taking a look at you, she scoops you up and falls onto the bed, quickly pulling the cover over you both. Doing so, she cuddles close into your chest and wraps her legs around yours. The woman had a smile on her face with her eyes closed, breathing softly.

She was so beautiful.

You cuddle into her more comfortably and graze your fingers through her soft hair. The woman wraps her strong arms around you a bit tighter, being careful of her strength. You take a good long loving look at her before whispering to yourself.

"My angel."

You caress her cheek and gently rub on her back, planting soft kisses on her head while inhaling her shampoo. You start to feel fuzzy and go into a daze. She really was your world.

"You're so wonderful."

"You are," Luisa whispers to you. "You do so much for me, you make feel so good inside. You see me for me and that's all I could ever ask for." She sits up a tad and pulls your head down to her face, kissing you genuinely. You hum within the kiss as she lovingly kisses at your cheeks also. You felt like you were in heaven. This was heaven.

Putting on an idiot grin, you squeeze her tightly and burry your face in her hair slowly falling asleep from the aroma and warmth. Luisa soon too falls asleep happily.

Sleeping, you both dream wonders. Waiting for the next morning to do it all over again. Together.

I was so not waiting for the morning to post this.

#luisa madrigal #encanto #disney #luisa encanto #disney movie #luisa x reader #luisa madrigal x reader #encanto fanfic #disney characters #encanto fandom #x reader #my writing

[lady-vixen-17]

Heart Strings [Dolores x Fem!Reader]

Description: These feelings I have are foreign, and unexplored. These feelings are ones I shouldn’t have for her sake and for mine. But she plays with my heartstrings so painfully, without even knowing. These feelings I have…. They shouldn’t be, I’ve tried so hard to push them aside, so that I can help her confess to the man that I know has her heart. But when she looks at me, and my heartbeat picks up I’m reminded of all the things I can’t have. Because I am me, and I am a girl, and she is in love with another that is a man. But her eyes are like honey and her voice is like silk, and when she smiles at me I forget all the bad, and I just want to forever live in this moment for the time that I can. For these emotions that I feel need to go, but my heart yearns for her… but in this life time and perhaps the next I must watch from the side as she falls into love with another that isn’t me… And I can’t help but feel that life would have been easier had I been born a man.

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Part 1. Part 3.

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Chapter 2 - Burned

She could only wish upon her starts that Dolores would one day speak of her they way she speaks of Mariano. To be looked at with the want she looks at him with. But she is the Luna… and lonely as she is… she’s nothing without her Sol.

“He’s a poet, he writes every night before he goes to sleep, he cares for his mamá…” Dolores silky voice rang though the air, and although she was talking about the very man Y/n envied and despised she would sit. Like a trained puppy, with a smile gracing her lips as she nodded, throwing her own thoughts in when the moment arose. “What about you?”

Y/n tilted her head at the unexpected question, her mind running a marathon as she processed the words. “What do you mean Lolita… what about me?” Dolores smiled, her eyes filling with curiosity and excitement as she dug for the answer she sought. “Do you have your eyes on anyone?”

‘Yes. It’s you’

Y/n shook her head and smiled. “No one at the moment.” Dolores hummed quietly in thought before she smiled and leaned closer to Y/n, unaware of the thumping of the younger girls heart as it worked overtime. “What about Diego? He’s had a thing for you for as long as I can remember” Y/n forced a smile as she looked away and strummed at a few cords without thought. “Diego…. Isn’t really my type Lolita”

Dolores leaned back in her chair in thought before sitting up straight. “What’s you’re type then mi Cuervoita” Y/n stayed silent, her eyes moving to look at Dolores as her mind processed her words. ‘My little raven…. Not just little raven…. But MY little raven…’ Y/n smiled softly as she strummed her guitar to distract her from her own thought’s.

“Curly brown hair…” Dolores nodded and rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward. “Eyes like golden honey…” Dolores let out a little squeak as she straightened up impossibly so, eyes wide as she processed the younger girls words. “Their skin is like burning amber, so hot to the touch it feels like it could burn me if I’m not careful” Y/n plucked at the strings of her guitar in a half attempt of a song she distantly remembered Dolores listening to before the fall of Casita. “But it’s oh so wrong” Y/n smiled sadly as she turned her attention to her guitar, before she silenced the strings with an open palm.

A mischievous look crossed Dolores features as she looked into Y/n’s eyes, unaware of the painfully quickening heart rate of her friend as she leaned closer. “Oh so you like my brother!” Y/n was taken aback by this comment and she quickly shook her head. “No no” Dolores shook her head at Y/n’s attempt to deny it. “He’s 15! It’s not that bad!” Y/n reeled back in minor disgust at the encouragement of Dolores.

“never in a million years” Y/n quickly added before she stuck out her tongue in faux disgust. “No offence Lolita, but Camilo? Of all people? You must have gone insane after losing your gift” Dolores waved her had in amusement at Y/n’s light joking and smiled. “Fine… but do you want to know something?” Y/n hummed quietly in acknowledgement as she plucked her strings once more starting up a tune to keep herself grounded.

“Before my Tío Bruno left I asked him for a vision” Y/n nodded at Dolores’ words, leaning forward and silencing the plucked strings with an open palm as she listened intensely at the young Madrigals words. “What did you ask to see?” When she wasn’t answered Y/n leaned back against the wall behind her once more and continued to speak.

“I remember asking Bruno about my Abuelo when he was sick… I wasn’t very happy with the answer… but Bruno in a way did give me more time with him” Y/n’s words trailed off as she hummed quietly at her own thought. “I never did thank him after my initial breakdown of overdramatic sadness and anger… I really was a dramatic child…” Dolores leaned forward and pushed at Y/n’s should in amusement as she laughed quietly.

‘Her laugh is so beautiful… it’s like music… the most wonderful and addictive kind’ Y/n shook her head to rid herself of the thought and she smiled as Dolores continued to speak.

“I bet you were” Dolores hummed quietly before she sat back in her chair once more. “Anyways. I asked him about my love life, as cheesy it is” Dolores rolled one of Y/n’s guitar picks between her fingers. “I wanted to know if I’d ever have a love like my mamá and Papá.” Dolores sighed as she released the pick she had been absentmindedly rolling between her fingers, letting it drop into her palm before she clenched it tightly at the memory of how she felt when Bruno returned with her vision. And the grim look he wore as he hesitated to tell her his discovery.

“He said the man of my dreams was going to be betrothed to another” Y/n’s throat tightened as she replayed Dolores’ words over and over again. It was something she already knew, but hearing it from Dolores herself. Hurt a little more than Y/n thought possible. “Just out of reach…”

Y/n stayed silent a moment before she once more started to pluck at her guitar strings, humming a small tune of the love song that played in her heart every time she was with Dolores. “I’m all to familiar with that feeling.” The conversation fell silent as Dolores processed her friends words. Eyes filled with worry as she reached forward, silencing the guitar for her friend. “You can talk to me Y/n” Y/n shrugged her shoulders and forced a smile. “It’s best I not… so… about Mariano, how do you want to confess. You could serenade him… I know it’s generally done the other way around, but it’s a new day and age why don’t we change things up” Dolores stayed silent, eyes examining the younger girl closely for a moment before she sighed and nodded.

“You have a beautiful voice Lolita, use it”

Y/n pushed herself up from her bed and forced herself to smile. “Mirabel and Isabela offered to help, I can play the guitar and… we can figure something out.” Dolores smiled and nodded as she moved to sit next to Y/n, her sides sitting flush against the younger girls. “You’d really do that for me?”

Y/n nodded. Her hands gripping the neck of her guitar in a desperate attempt to hide the trembling of her fingers. “I’d do anything to see my amiga happy….” Although her smile was forced, Dolores seemed to not catch it. But the excitement that bubbled in Dolores’ chest was one Y/n could read, clear as day.

‘But you see him…. And I hear you… so soon I’ll be nothing but a lonely Luna… desperate for her sols warmth… Solitaria en su cielo de estrellas’

~

Y/n was right, her voice was beautiful, and the look of admiration in Mariano’s eyes was clear as day. But the way he so quickly moved on to Dolores…

Y/n clenched the neck of her guitar as she forced a smile, eyes burning with the wanting to shed her tears. But she held it back, and waved encouragingly as Dolores looked back to her. Eyes shimmering with excitement as Mariano offered her his arm; pulling her closer to his side in the way Y/n has only dreamed of doing.

Y/n forced herself to look away, her heart beating and clenching painfully so as she dared to look back, for only a moment. To see her beloved finally in the arms of the one she loves. The one that makes her happy… the one that isn’t her.

‘I’ll forever tear myself apart to see you happy… forever shine bright mí sol’

So as they walked away… and as Mirabel and Isabela high-fived with the brightest smile she has ever seen; Y/n felt her grip on the ladder faltering. The hand she was so desperately reaching for slowly pulling away, fingers just barely grazing each other before it’s warmth was gone completely. Leaving behind the dull ache of a burn so painful, even Julieta before the fall of casita, wouldn’t be able to heal.

‘Because mí alma… Mi cielito… mí sol….. Soy tu luna. And I can do nothing more but watch from afar as your clouds wrap their loving arms around you. And love you in the ways I only dream I could.’

Y/n turned herself way. Forcing her eyes away from the sickeningly sweet sight before her. “Because mí Sol, I am merely the Luna… chasing a love that could not be” the words burned at her throat as she sighed those words. A practiced pain she would live a million times over for her sol.

To see her happy numbs the pain.

~

“I can’t do this anymore” Y/n sighed, her head held in her hands as she sucked in a breath, her throat felt tight as she thought back on Dolores confession. “Mariano is who she wants, Bruno said it himself… the man of her dreams….” Y/n closed her eyes as the familiar burn of tears clawed at her eyes, begging for escape. “If I was a man…. If I was born a man…. I could have had a chance… if I was a man…” hands tugged harshly at the roots of her hair as she choked in a breath of air.

‘I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up’ Y/n thought as she sighed, a small defeated smile tugging at her lips as the first of many tears fell, and tainted her cheeks in salty trails of saddens and envy. Leaning back on to her closed door she lowered herself to the floor with a soft thump.

“Sana, sana, colita de rana. Si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana.” Y/n lowered her hands to hug herself as she leaned forward and rested her head on her raised knees. “Heal, heal, little tail of the frog. If you don't heal today, you'll heal tomorrow.” Her right hand moved to rest over her heart as she sucked in a staggered breath of air, eyes closing as she fought back the burning behind her eyes.

“Estoy feo para la foto.” Y/n forced a smile upon her lips as she leaned back, head thumping against the wooden door with a sigh. “I’m ugly for the picture.” Hands pulled at the dress she was wearing and she lifted her left hand to wipe at her eyes. The pressure she used leaving her with blackened vision as she pushed herself to stand, spotting of white coating the edges of her blurred sight.

“If I wasn’t a girl… if I wasn’t a woman…”

Y/n walked to her wardrobe, hands pulling dress after dress and skirt after skirt out before she grabbed a dark maroon skirt out. She turned to her desk and grabbed her drawer pulling it out and emptying the contents aggressively on the table top before she grabbed a pair of scissors out and stared at them. Hands nervously opening and closing the blades with echoing shings of metal on metal.

Hands uncertain and unskilled, cut and folded the cloth of the old dark maroon skirt, pinning the edges for future her to sew together.

Y/n soon found herself rubbing the tops of her fingers at the numbing pricks that littered the tips and she lifted the waist of the set of pants she had sewn. She turned her head to her closet and stepped towards it. Shaking hands grabbing a cream blouse and an old black ruana her abuela had gifted her a few years ago before she had passed of old age. Looking out her opened window a moment Y/n sighed quietly, eyes on the stars a moment before she reached forward and pulled the window shut harshly with a thump.

Turning to her table she stared at the flickering flame of her oil lamp, oranges and yellow dancing oh so dangerously together, licking desperately at the oils to keep itself alive. Such a dangerous dance… but it was so beautiful… looking away Y/n turned the small dial, cutting the oil off from the flame. Orange slowly dimmed to nothingness and the warm hue of orange was devoured by the dark coldness of the night.

~

Dolores’ attention was on Y/n, from the moment she stepped on the Madrigals grounds. Her curiosity peaked as the younger girl refused to look in her direction, and as she did not greet the Madrigal in the manner she had grown accustomed to. But things seemed different, with the way she carried herself, and the way she seemed to drift away from small chat with any of the Madrigals. Shooing away the men as they offered assistance, and moving things that was for the most part left for the men to move.

Her attire was different, completely so, and it wasn’t until Dolores had glanced at Y/n as she sat on a stone, one leg tucked close to the base and the other extended that she realized she wasn’t wearing a skirt like she normally was. But a set of pants, that sat loose fitting and flowing along her legs.

Dolores found her eyes following Y/n’s frame as she danced expertly around the construction, avoiding the chance at being cornered with small talk, specifically by Dolores. And although her gift had long been forgotten, the knowledge she now lacked mocked her as she stared expectedly in the direction of the younger girl. Awaiting the moment Y/n would turn her attention to Dolores, and greet her in the cheery voice and friendly aurora she had grown accustomed too.

Dolores let out a surprised squeak as Pepa called out to her daughter once more. “mi corazón what’s wrong?” Dolores turned her attention to her mamá and she sighed quietly, and she shrugged her shoulders slowly. “I’m not really sure… I feel like I may have upset Y/n…” Pepa nodded and moved a hand to grasp her daughters shoulder.

“Normally by now she’d have said a hello to us…” Dolores nodded at her mamás words and looked back to where Y/n stood, nodding at something Bruno had said to her. He nodded slowly before he pat her head in a reassuring manner.

Y/n smiled softly, muttering something before before she stepped back and turned, her smile dropping as soon as she turned away from Bruno. “Somethings definitely bothering her” Pepa commented, her daughter nodding at her mothers words; Pepa gently urged her forward. “Go ahead mi vida, go talk to your amiga” Dolores looked back to Pepa, her eyes drifting past her and to Félix and Camilo. “You deserve a break, take a break to talk you your amiga, she probably needs it.”

~

“Y/n!”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head, hands gripping the black ruana she wore in search of comfort and something to ground her thoughts; her eyes closing as she forced herself to keep walking. “Wait up Y/n!” A hand grabbed her shoulder and Y/n unintentionally turned around, subconsciously stepping a half step closer to Dolores’ touch. Dolores’ hand trailed down Y/n’s arm slowly, coming to a stop at her wrist, a few beats before her hand. Oh how Y/n wanted to hold Dolores’ hand in her own. Just once. If only for a moment.

“What’s the rush?”

Her voice is like silk, alluring and captivating, calling for Y/n’s attention where ever she was.

Dolores is like her siren, calling to her, mesmerizing and hypnotizing. And try as she might Y/n feels blind to the possible judgement of others, if only for a moment, as she basks in the warmth of her beloveds velvety smooth skin on her wrist that is reminiscent of a roses petals.

Dolores’ hand tightens on Y/n’s wrist and the younger girl feels herself loosing her inner battle… losing the strength to keep resisting as she makes the mistake of looking up and into those honey coated eyes she’s been oh so wrongfully in love with. “What’s wrong?” The question rings in her ears, deafening all other background noise as her attention focused fully on the second oldest Madrigal grandchild.

“Nothing is wrong Lolita, everything is perfect” the smile Y/n threw the older female didn’t seem to reach her eyes and Y/n found herself being pulled forward roughly. Dolores’ arms wrapped around the younger girl as she tensed, her senses being filled with the Madrigal who held her tightly in her arms.

“Please stop” Y/n’s voice cracked as she closed her eyes. Dolores’ once calming scent was now tainted in a sickeningly sweet smell of honey and lavender; it invaded Y/n’s senses as she screwed her eyes shut, a reminder of what cannot be hers. Y/n clenched her jaw as she turned away. “You’ve hurt me enough…. And I’m afraid I have nothing left to give you….” At Y/n’s words Dolores released the younger girl, eyes wide and scanning in worry as she held Y/n out at arms length.

“What did I do?” The desperation was one Y/n wasn’t prepared for, and it rattled her to her core, threatening to release the floodgates she so desperately held closed.

Y/n sucked in a staggered breath, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around the Madrigal as she smiled painfully in hurt at Dolores’ question. “You did nothing Mi sirenita” at the new name Dolores tilted her head, eyes pooled with worry and concern. “I can fix what I ever I did… I just need to know what I did wrong.” Y/n shook her head as the start of tears burned behind her eyes.

“But mí vida… you weren’t the one who did anything wrong” Dolores’ hands tightened a fraction when the words ‘mí vida’ slipped from the younger girls tongue.

“I can’t help it… I’ve tried night and day to lock it away…” lowering her head Y/n smiled as the first salty tear slid down her face. “But your honey eyes steal my attention whenever you look in my direction.” Holding back the choking sob that strangled her of her air Y/n shook her head.

“Your voice is like a melody, so captivating and addictive.” Dolores slowly pulled her hands from Y/n’s shoulders, the last touch of Dolores’ fingertips sending electrifying shocks of loss through Y/n’s system. “Your touch alone burns my skin as a reminder of these feelings I shouldn’t have” Y/n choked in a breath of air at the loss of Dolores’ comforting warmth.

“But when you smile at me my heart can’t help but yearn for something I can’t ever have” Y/n’s hands clenched at her sides as she shook her head. “Mí Vida…. I would walk all of hells hills to see you happy” a smile pulled at Y/n’s lips as she spoke, her voice trembling in fear and sadness.

“I’d give a million lifetimes away to give you your happy ending… with the man of your dreams, the one who did not see the beauty you held and the the warmth you give from the very day he laid his eyes on you” Y/n’s chest clenched painfully as she forced herself to look up at the young woman before her. And Y/n found her vision blurring at the confusion and shock that laced Dolores’ features.

“I will forever show him who you are, and all the reasons why he should love you.” Y/n raised her hands to clench at the fabric of her ruana, as words kept spilling from her mouth. Words she tried so hard to suppress and drown in her own inner sorrow. “I would fight the devil himself to be able to show you the love you deserve. To be able to be who you want…” resisting the urge to step forward Y/n looked to the ground as tears cascaded down her cheeks, in both frustration and fear. “I want to love you how I know in my heart you deserve to be loved. But I am me… and I am a girl….”

~

There she stands, a smile on her face, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, a beating heart that strains painfully in her chest.

Her sol is happy, wrapped in the arms of her favourite cloud… where she belongs, in perhaps this life and the next. As painful as it is… her sol is happy, she is content. And so she looks on, a lonely Luna, with no warmth of starts to ease the tears at night. No loving cloud to pull her from her despair.

For she is the Luna, and her sol is what makes her shine, her sols warmth is one she’ll chase. In this life and the next, till the ends of time the lonely Luna will chose her sol. While her sol chooses another.

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So when honey eyes locked with hers she turned away. ‘Because this is for you mí sol. I’d go through the pains of hell to keep you safe and happy’ her legs felt numb as she forced one foot in front of the other. Bringing her away from her Sol, a sigh left her lips as the call of her name rolling off an Angels tongue was swallowed up by the licks of the summers winds.

Because the reminder of her heated amber skin on hers burns her skin in electrifying heat. A reminder that her thoughts are a sin, and being in love with a girl is a punishable offence. But by dios… to see her sols smile she would walk the depths of hell a hundred times over.

“Because when you look at me with those honey eyes… it’s as intoxicating as the day you gave me your wine. Painful as it is I couldn’t tell you why, but my heart beats for you, and your smile, to see you happy and whole…” the tears that fell were not caught, simply falling into the breeze of the day, long forgotten in the heat of summer. How could something so painful be caused by someone as beautiful as her sol?

“And so if it’s poetry that you want, I’d id write it all for you, signed in my blood that my heart beats you, in this life and the next. And I would move heaven and earth for you my dear, just to see you happy, even if it’s with him…” but when burning hands cupped her cheeks, and wiped her tears, through the pain she felt at home. The sinful burn that tingled like electricity under her skin.

“Mí Luna…. So lonely in your stars…”

Because her voice is like silk, and her touch burns like a fire.

But when Y/n looks into her honey eyes, she’s reminded of who she loves. “Dolores Madrigal…. Blow out the candles…. you don’t play with fire” when Dolores shook her head at Y/n’s words, she smiled as she wiped a tear from its trail lovingly. With eyes burning with tears as she tore her gaze away Y/n sighed in deafeat.

‘This is for you mí sol, help me help you…’

“Unless you want to get burned” Y/n continued quietly, shaking her head at her own words as she forced a smile; Hands reaching up so she could hold Dolores’ under her own. “Go back to Mariano… before you’re burned like me”

“I’m already burned mí Luna, so burn with me for we have sinned….” Gentle thumbs ran over her skin, and for the first time in the year she’s know Dolores Madrigal, her touch didn’t burn.

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❥ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

OLIVE GREEN EYES scanned the letter in front of him in boredom. Beside him was a messy pile of opened envelopes and beside his desk was a chest overflowing with more shallow or exaggerated confessions.

The door clicked open and a fair woman entered. She had the same green eyes as the man. Her dress was a bright orange with yellow ruffles. A small cloud was hovering above her long, ginger hair she tied in a neat braid.

"Camilo mijo, have you picked someone yet? You've been here all day!" Pepa sighed, setting down the tray with a large bowl of chickpea stew.

For years, she had been bugging him to find someone to settle down with. She and Felix weren't getting any younger and at the age of 27, Camilo still didn't have a novia while everyone else had someone.

Isabela married at the age of 25, to a lovely musician named Carmen. Luisa was seeing a dashing, muscly hunk who delivered many, heavy sacks of foreign trades to their village. Dolores had three children already (and if you stare for a little longer, you would notice a small baby bump again), Mirabel is pregnant with her first child and Antonio has been dating around since he started high school.

Camilo was really the only one who was still single and Pepa grew impatient with each passing moment of idleness. Just yesterday, she shoved a whole chest of love letters, proposals and confessions in his face, telling him to at least consider one of the many fine ladies who already made the first move.

Camilo sighed in return, combing his long fingers through his curls. "I don't know, mami... All these are.. nice... but none of them interest me."

He gestured to the pile with a grimace. If he received the letters at a younger age, his ego would've inflated by the flattery women showered him with. But now he was older and felt he had better things to do than be cheesy with a person until the day he dies.

He was fine with his life right now. He had a happy family, a great job in the carpentry company his papá founded for the village, and an awesome group of amigos. What else could he need?

He's only really doing this to make his mami happy.

Pepa's eyes widened, "I saw some letters from guys too. If you want-"

"No no! It's not that I like guys, mami. It's just... I'm not interested. They all want to impress me with words. It's tiring to read through." He finished, tossing an unopened envelope on the stack of letters.

Curious, his mom picked it up and read it. As she read, Camilo fixed his desk and started eating. A shot of energy ran through his body as he ate his first bite. Now this was true love. Food.

Silence settled on the room for a few minutes as each minded their own business.

"Oh mijo! I think you'll like this one. She's straight to the point." Pepa smiled, sliding over the folded paper she kept rereading.

He made a face, upset she interrupted his eating. Setting down the spoon, he gingerly took the letter and opened it.

Surprisingly, it was very short, unlike the 2-3 page letters he had to read through a while ago.

Camilo Madrigal,

Greetings from town. I'm not so very good in writing letters, much less one for confession so please bear with me.

We met when I first came to your college to give my father his lunch. Since then, I would often pass by to exchange small talk with you and your friends during lunch. You intrigue me and I want to get to know you more. Write back when you can.

Eliana Pérez

He raised a brow. He remembered her. She was pretty, with long, silky black hair and big, gray eyes. But she was reserved. Talking only when spoken to and was content with listening to him and his friends talk and have playful banters when they met on the hallways.

Camilo wanted to decline, thinking about how awkward their interactions might become. But when his eye caught the chest full of more letters, he suddenly looked forward to writing back to the awkward girl.

If he considers her, he doesn't have to waste another day in his room, trying not to cringe from the "poetic" love letters, while his mami can be happy with the thought of him actively trying to do something about his love life. It's a win-win.

"Yeah. I'm ok with her." He smiled at his mom, taking note of the rainbow forming on top of her head.

translations  :

• mijo ~ son • novia ~ girlfriend

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To the Stars Ch. 7 - For Those in Peril on the Sea

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After she had taken Valentina back to her rooms the night before, Juliana had returned the beautiful black dress to Lucía. She had missed the silky feeling of the gown as soon as she had changed back into her old clothes. She carefully draped it over her arm, running her fingers over the fabric, before returning to the sitting room where Lucía was waiting.

“So, did you enjoy your night?” Lucía asked as she took the garment back, winking at Juliana with a grin. It had been Lucía who had given Juliana the pencil and paper to write her note to Valentina, so she of course knew the two hadn’t really left separately.

Juliana flushed, but returned her smile. “I did. It was… it was really nice. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Not at all!” Lucía laughed, taking a few steps away to drape the dress over the back of a couch. “It’s me who should be thanking you. I have no doubt that without you there to lighten up the atmosphere, dinner would have been a terrible bore.”

Her compliments made Juliana blush even further. As she put down the dress, she picked up another garment from the couch and carried it back over to Juliana, holding it out to her.

“This is for you.”

“What?” Juliana questioned, automatically taking the garment. It was a double-breasted overcoat, made out of thick, black wool. As she looked closer, she could make out a subtle gray-and-black houndstooth pattern on the wide lapel.

“This is gorgeous,” she whispered, running her fingers over the soft wool. “This can’t be for me.”

With a soft smile, Lucía gently placed a hand over one of Juliana’s, pushing it and the coat closer to her chest. “I assure you, it is.” When Juliana only looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, she gave her hand a firm squeeze. “Miss Valdés, I think you’re a wonderful young woman. You have so much promise to you. Think of this as a way to make sure you remember me when you make it big someday.”

She pointed to the inside of the collar, where a small fabric tag was sewn in place, stitched with the name “Borges.”

Juliana laughed briefly, looking back up to Lucía with shiny eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

“All you have to say is ‘thank you,’” she teased.

With another laugh, Juliana did just that. She accepted the hug Lucía offered, as well as her help shrugging into the overcoat. As she was ushered out the door, Juliana knew she wouldn’t be forgetting the other woman anytime soon.

Back in her bunk, Juliana couldn’t get Valentina out of her head. Her mind kept replaying the events of the night, filling her chest with a fluttering warmth. It had been like a dream, spinning across the dance floor with Valentina so close in her arms. And while they were playing Valentina’s game, she could have sworn she felt Valentina lean in towards her. Of course with her eyes closed, she couldn’t be entirely certain, but she had felt something - maybe Valentina’s energy? Or she might have just felt her warm breath on her mouth.

Her stomach swooped, and she rolled over sharply, punching her limp pillow into shape. She could hear a rat in the wall near her head, it’s little claws scrabbling behind the boards.

Valentina was a high class woman. And Juliana was most certainly not. Even if their stations were equal, should she even be having these kinds of… thoughts about another woman?

Juliana had never been kissed, never been in any kind of relationship. She had never given it any thought. In the rare moments she had given the concept any reflection, she had always imagined herself with a man. Wasn’t that the way it was meant to be?

But spending time with Valentina brought her so much happiness and warmth, she couldn’t find it in her to think their closeness was wrong.

Pulling the thin blankets over her head, Juliana resolved to just go to sleep. When she went to see Valentina in the morning, she could try to examine her feelings more.

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Juliana retraced her steps to the first-class area, trying to think where Valentina might be. She was pretty sure there was a private church service being held for first-class passengers, as it was a Sunday, so she would start there.

She bounded down the stairs towards the saloon, eager to see Valentina once more. Following the sound of singing, she found where the first-class passengers were gathered - double doors blocked the walkway, but the partition wall was free of glass between its white arches. Two attendants flanked the door, and one stepped forward as she approached, holding a hand out towards her. “Miss -”

“I just need to talk to somebody for a second,” she said, trying to sidestep him and peer through the partition wall, searching for a glimpse of Valentina.

The attendant ignored her, putting himself between her and the service. “Miss, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

It chaffed a bit that, even with the very nice overcoat Lucía had given her, they could spot her as third-class from a mile away. “I was just here the other night. You don’t remember me?”

Putting his arm out, the attendant tried to guide her back towards the stairs. “No, I’m afraid I don’t. Now, you’re going to have to turn around.”

Just then, Lucho’s manservant Montilla stepped through the doors - the slight commotion must have caught his attention. Sure that at least he would recognize her, Juliana gestured to him. “I was here, he’ll tell you.”

The attendant stepped aside as Montilla approached to speak to her directly.

“I just need to -”

Ignoring Juilana’s attempt to explain herself, Montilla spoke over her in a flat tone. “Mr. Luciano and Ms. Carvajal continue to be appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude.”

Reaching into his vest pocket, he pulled out a couple folded bills and held it out to her.

“I don’t want your money,” she said, gesturing towards the church service in frustration. “Please, I just want -”

“And to remind you,” Montilla interrupted once more, “that you hold a third-class ticket, and that your presence here is no longer appropriate.”

His words stung, but Juliana clenched her jaw, trying not to let it show. “Please, I just want to talk to Val for one second.”

“Gentlemen,” Montilla addressed the attendants, but didn’t take his eyes off of her. “Will you please see that Miss Valdés gets back to where she belongs, and that she stays there?”

He held one bill out to each of them, and they eagerly took them before stepping forward to roughly turn Juliana around. “Yes, sir. Come along, you.”

Juliana glared at Montilla as she was marched away, who simply watched her go with a barely-suppressed smirk.

There has to be another way to talk to her, Juliana thought as the men deposited her back on the third-class deck. She was certain that Valentina wouldn’t have refused to see her - her sister and fiancé must have been blocking her. They may have thought she could be bought off with a couple bucks, but they had the entirely wrong idea about her. She wasn’t giving up that easily.

Glancing around at the deck around her, she spotted some equipment near the railings that looked suspiciously climbable.

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After their church service, Camilo invited Valentina, Eva, and Lucho on a private tour of the ship. As he explained the inner workings of the ship, Valentina did her best to pay attention, pushing aside the thoughts of Juliana that kept creeping in.

Camilo brought them to the bridge, introducing them to the captain. He had white hair and a trimmed white beard, looking a bit like a stern Santa Claus under his sharp captain’s hat. The two men showed them the various instruments in the room, describing how they allowed communication between the bridge and engine rooms.

“Why do you have two steering wheels?” Eva asked. There was one wheel in the middle of the wide room they were in, and another in a smaller room directly behind the first wheel.

“We really only use this wheel near shore,” Camilo explained. “The one in the wheelhouse is for navigating while at sea.”

A messenger approached the captain, handing him a slip of paper. “Excuse me, sir. Another ice warning. This one’s from the Noordam.”

The captain thanked him, and the messenger gave him a sharp nod before walking away. He tucked the paper in his pocket, then caught the look of apprehension on Eva and Valentina’s faces.

“Oh, not to worry,” he said, smiling at them. “Quite normal for this time of year. In fact, we’re speeding up. Mr. Corona thinks we can make it to New York in record time. I’ve just ordered the last boilers lit.”

The captain returned to his post, and the tour continued from there, Camilo leading them to walk along the topmost deck. They made their way along a line of lifeboats positioned at the outer edge.

“These are our lifeboats,” Camilo said. “There are sixteen in total, positioned here on the top deck, with a capacity of sixty-five each.”

As they continued to walk, Valentina ran over the numbers. With that capacity, the lifeboats would be able to carry about a thousand people. But she knew from newspaper articles that the ship could carry more than two thousand passengers…

“Mr. Guerra, forgive me…” she said as she caught up to walk beside him. “I did the sum in my head, and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you said…” She paused, almost unwilling to speak her concern out loud. “Forgive me, but it seems that there aren’t enough for everyone on board.”

Camilo came to a stop, looking at her an approving look in his sharp eyes. “About half, actually. You miss nothing, do you, Valentina?”

Valentina smiled briefly at the praise, her heart aching for how much he reminded her of her father.

“In fact, I put in these new-type davits,” Camilo said, “which can take an extra row of boats inside this one.” He gave her a wry smile. “But it was thought, by some, that the deck would look too cluttered. So, I was overruled.”

Lucho sidestepped around them, knocking the belly of one of the lifeboats with his cane. “Waste of deck space as it is on an unsinkable ship,” he growsed.

As he and Eva continued down the deck, Camilo gave Valentina a smile. “Sleep soundly, young Valentina,” he reassured her as they followed the other two. “I’ve built you a strong ship, sound and true. She’s all the lifeboat you’ll need.”

He stepped ahead, attempting to catch up with Lucho and Eva to direct them to the next stop on their tour, when Valentina felt a hand on her arm. She whipped around, only to find Juliana with a finger to her lips.

She let her pull them through a nearby door into a small gymnasium, her heart in her throat. What was Juilana doing there? Why had she found her then, of all times, when she still hadn’t been able to sort out what she should do about this whole thing?

She stepped away from Juliana as she closed the doors behind them, wringing her hands together. “Juls…”

God, what could she say? Her heart was split in two. One half told her to throw herself in Juliana’s arms, to feel her warmth and look into her beautiful dark eyes. But the other half pulled her back towards her family, reminded her of her duty to them. She loved her family deeply;  even though Eva could be a pain and Guille was far away from them, they were both incredibly important to her. She couldn’t just abandon her sister when she needed her.

“Juls,” Valentina said again, unable to look Juliana in the eyes. “This is impossible. I can’t see you.”

She spun back towards the door, just wanting to escape, but Juliana caught her arm once more.

“Please, Val,” Juliana said, her voice plaintive. “I need to talk to you.”

“No, Juls.” Valentina swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I’m marrying Lucho. I love Lucho.”

Nevermind that her words were lies, leaving an acrid taste in her mouth. What she was starting to feel for Juliana, she had never felt for anyone before. Certainly not Lucho. But admitting that, even to herself, was dangerous. She had to do this for her family.

“Val, please.” Juliana looked at her with shining eyes. “I - you’re amazing. You’re the most wonderful girl I’ve ever known, and…”

Valentina turned away, her heart shattering in her chest. “Juls, I -”

“Wait, please, let me try to get this out,” Juliana pleaded, moving with her.

Forcing herself to stop, she put her back against the wall. As she looked up to meet Juliana’s eyes, she took in the depth of desperation and hopefulness mixed there.

Taking a deep breath, Juliana continued, “You’re - I’m not an idiot. I know how the world works. I’ve got ten bucks in my pocket. I have nothing to offer you and I know that.” Her eyes flicked rapidly between Valentina’s, her gaze searching. “But I’m too involved now. If you jump, I jump, remember? I can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be all right.”

“Well, I’m fine,” Valentina replied, fighting to keep the tremble from her voice. “I’ll be fine. Really.”

“Really?” Juliana asked softly.

Valentina couldn’t make herself nod.

Juliana went on, “I think they’ve got you trapped, Val, and you’re going to die if you don’t break free. Maybe not right away, because you’re strong, but sooner or later that fire that - that I love about you, it’s going to burn out.”

Valentina’s breath caught in her throat at Juliana’s choice of words. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but still she made herself say, “It’s not up to you to save me, Juls.”

With a shake of her head, Juliana stepped back, blinking against the shine in her own eyes. “You’re right. Only you can do that.”

For a moment, something inside Valentina screamed at her to throw herself into Juliana’s arms, to hide herself in Juliana’s neck and never come out. Instead, she wrenches herself away from the wall, turning back towards the door.

“I’m going back,” she said, knowing her voice was choked but unable to do anything about it. “Leave me alone.”

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Valentina had left.

Juliana touched the textured glass of the window, where she had seen Valentina’s form pass by just a moment ago. She felt bruised, like someone had kicked her hard in the ribcage.

As she left the gymnasium, she pulled her overcoat tight around her, the April air chilling her more than it had a moment ago. She hurried to the stairs leading down to the lower decks - she was sure that if anyone tried to tell her she was where she didn’t belong right now, it would come to blows.

Valentina had left. She twisted her lips to the side, blinking back the burning in her eyes. How had it all gone so wrong? She knew there was something special between them. Even if she didn’t feel ready to examine exactly what it was, she knew it was there.

Hadn’t Valentina felt it too? She must have - wasn’t it Valentina who had drawn them close together last night, her lips only inches from Juliana’s own?

Juliana wasn’t good at expressing her feelings. As she had climbed to the top deck and hidden herself between two lifeboats, waiting for her chance to snag Valentina, she had done her best to figure out what on earth she was meant to say to the other woman.

But Valentina had still walked away.

And yet… There had been tears in Valentina’s eyes, and a tremble in her voice. Was it possible that she was doubting her own words, even as she said them? Juliana thought about that rude manservant, Montilla, telling her to get lost on behalf of Mr. Luciano and Ms. Carvajal - Lucho and Eva. Could they have been talking in Valentina’s ear, telling her to stay away?

Juliana didn’t want to get her hopes up. She needed to think.

Returning to her bunk briefly to grab her sketchpad, she wandered up to the fore of the ship. Settling herself on the massive anchor right at the tip of the bow, she opened her pad to a fresh sheet of paper. Then she simply looked out into the distance, tracing the breaking waves to the line of the horizon.

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