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phoenixlionme · 2 months
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Some of my favorite OTPs where one or both are being protective of the other, Part 2
Here is Part 1.
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foreveranevilregal · 1 year
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Pepa with insomnia? And how it affects Felix?
I'm back! I know I took a bit of a break from writing, but I'm back to doing prompts. This was a really fascinating idea; I loved delving into how her anxiety spills into insomnia. It's more of a character study, but I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you like it!
It was happening again. The dreams. One minute she was sound asleep, the next she was bolting upright, chest heaving from her jagged breaths. There would be no getting back to sleep. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, planting her feet on the ground.
He must have sensed the shift in the mattress; the way it dipped lower before rising abruptly. A hand reached out towards her. “Can’t sleep again?” He murmured sleepily.
“No,” she answered quietly. Her hand closed over his, giving it a quick squeeze. “Lo siento, mi amor.”
And sorry she was, she reflected; standing up and turning to face her still sleeping husband, whose body sprawled over half the bed, yet did not encroach on the space meant to be hers. Space that was rapidly cooling, leaving the hand resting there touching cold sheets.
She was familiar with the phenomenon, of course, having experienced it on the other side of sunrise. When her racing mind would finally run out of fuel and allow her to rest, she would collapse into bed. If she was lucky, her sleep would overlap somewhat with Félix’s. Usually, she would fall asleep just as he was rising. And then it was her turn to touch cold sheets.
Of course, they were never quite as cold in the morning as they were in the middle of the night when she would rouse.
Everything was worse at night. The darkness thick, enveloping her like an inky fog. The cacophony of jungle sounds all the more jarring without the noises of people going about their day to camouflage it. The thoughts in her head free to take over, unencumbered by the endless list of errands she would undertake during the day to stave them off.
Thoughts that were currently rendering her unable to sleep next to her husband, the way she should be. That caused her to wake up, trying to smooth out the deep shuddering breaths and calm her pounding heart. That hung the cloud over her head whose smothering presence she could feel more than see.
When her mind raced like this, she felt like a windup toy that someone had wound until the key jammed and then stuck in a box; rattling restlessly, unable to rid itself of the pent-up energy inside. Fortunately, though her mind felt trapped, her body was entirely free to move. So move she would.
Crossing to the other side of the bed, she pressed a gentle kiss to Félix’s cheek, whispering another contrite apology. They both knew that her sleepless nights rolled into miserable mornings, when she would show up for breakfast too late, gulping down scalding hot coffee just to keep herself awake through the meal. The coffee made her heart race, and she didn’t love the bitterness, but she’d learned to accept drinking it black.
She’d learned to accept a lot of darkness in her life.
Like how when she was a young girl, she saw things lurking in the shadows that danced on the walls. Things that her mamá insisted firmly were just a figment of her imagination, sometimes accompanied by a touch of exasperation. At a certain point, the idea that Pepa was too old for such nonsense got peppered in. Pepa had never wanted to make her mamá mad, and she knew how hard she worked all day to keep the encanto running smoothly. After a while, she stopped bothering her mamá with her nighttime torment. But she kept seeing them.
Things that Bruno told her were all manner of scary monsters, waiting to snatch her up. The wider her eyes grew in terror, the more he kept embellishing his stories, lips spreading in an indulgent grin until he would break down in laughter and say he was only kidding.
After Julieta realized this was happening, she scolded him sternly, telling him to knock it off. She tried to reassure Pepa, that the shadows were merely objects around the room leaving their grotesquely stretched imprint on the walls. It wasn’t a bogeyman, just a table and lamp casting an unfortunately distorted shadow.
When they turned 5, their casita had given them magical gifts. Bruno had gotten the gift of prophecy. His stories, though they had gotten rarer, were all the more terrifying now, especially when he made his eyes glow green while he was talking.
Julieta had gotten the gift of healing. Pepa had lost count of how many times she had begged her for an arepa or pandebono or something to heal her from the horrors inside her head. Even though Julieta always obliged her with whatever food she had on hand, it never helped.
Pepa got the gift of affecting the weather with her mood. It was small things at first, like a light drizzle when she was upset, or a few extra rays of sunshine when she was happy. But as she grew, her power did too, and soon, her stormy moods became literal.
Although Casita had provided them with their own magical rooms once they received their gifts, the triplets preferred to keep sharing. They had grown used to having each other around as they slept. Pepa especially craved the closeness, clinging to Julieta fiercely, as if her sister could protect her from the threatening shapes.
Eventually, they got too old to keep sharing and relented to sleep in their own rooms. But Pepa snuck in to see Julieta and Bruno more often than not. Mostly Julieta, but she also liked her brother more at night now that he wasn’t exacerbating her fears. Sometimes she would just curl up into Julieta and cry as sleeplessness took over her young self, relishing the comfort her sister would offer in return. But then the next morning, she would see Julieta with bags under her eyes, and her mother’s words would ring in her ears.
Pepa had to learn how to get through nights by herself.
The way she was doing now, she mused, wandering aimlessly through the hallways. Bright moonlight bathed the floors where it shone in through the windows. She climbed down the stairs gingerly, careful not to wake anyone else. Old wooden floors creaked under her feet, and she did her best to keep her footsteps light. The steps cast a strange shadow on the floor, a violent zigzag stretched so far that if it were a physical object, it would have snapped. But she didn’t fear shadows anymore.
Life had gotten a bit easier once she realized that the shadows weren’t figures lurking there just to scare her. It coincided with the triplets going off to school. Being around other kids, she learned very quickly what was normal and what wasn’t. Shadows, even weird ones, were normal.
Her gift, on the other hand, was not. Most of the time, she could keep it in check. Control it, even. Every time she made it rain on the crops, or sunny to dry clothes, people were always grateful to her and her Madrigal gift. But when her emotions overwhelmed her, when she felt the tears flooding her eyes… well… sometimes she actually flooded. Lord knows the floor of her classroom wasn’t in need of rain. Yet rain she did after failing her first test. And the courtyard didn’t need an ugly gash running through it, but she couldn’t control the bolt of lightning that crashed down next to her. In her defense, those boys shouldn’t have been trying to touch her.
Of course, the piéce de résistance of her long list of weather-related disasters was the hurricane she caused on her wedding day. Okay, it wasn’t exactly her fault. Bruno had provoked her. Again. It was his fault she caused a hurricane.
The shadows that haunted her morphed from literal to figurative. Her dreams were no longer filled with shadowy figures waiting to ambush her. Now they featured her schoolmates, laughing at her for crying so hard she ruined her notebook. Calling her names behind her back, many of which her mamá would have washed her mouth out with soap for repeating. Mocking her mercilessly for anything and everything they could think of, from her hair to, later on, how friendly she was with boys. Mostly from boys she wasn’t so friendly with.
She would always wake suddenly, panting hard, with a shadowy cloud overhead. Her heart would pound like a drum and her hands felt clammy and cold, like they did when she’d get sick all the time before Julieta got her gift. Sleep was impossible, so she’d toss and turn futilely until the sun rose above the horizon, heralded by the rooster.
Until she realized that, if she was already unable to sleep, there was no point staying in bed. After that, she would get up and wander around until she tired herself out enough to sleep again. People would comment on her tiredness, and she’d always make up some lame excuse. They’d also comment on how quietly she walked, and how often she’d startle them. It was an ability born of involuntary practice.
When she got older, she started leaving the house; sneaking out silently to meander around town. Seeing her animal friends always helped her feel a little better, especially the dogs, to whom she’d give an affectionate pat on the head. There were a few spots she liked to visit when the worries got too loud, but her favorite was the river.
Her mother didn’t like her going near the river, always cautioning her against it. Pepa supposed she thought it was too dangerous, that Pepa would fall in and get swept away by the current, never to be seen again, or God forbid, drown. This supposition was never brought up to her mother.
However, Pepa was careful not to fall in (and unbeknownst to her mother, a strong swimmer as well). She’d sit by the bank, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she stared into the gleaming blackness of the river, broken up by starlight skittering across the surface. What she really loved about the river was that it was loud. Loud enough to drown out the roaring thoughts inside her head.
This was where she was headed now. She knew Félix would be worried if he woke up yet again to find her half of the bed still empty, so she hoped the thrum of the current would soothe her sooner.
Meeting him had been a godsend. Maybe she was the one that could produce sunlight at will, but he was the real sunshine. Many couples joked about how their spouses were the sun in their lives. In her case, it was actually true.
He’d moved to the encanto when the triplets had turned thirteen. He was a little older, and made his presence known from the get-go. Félix was outgoing, lively, charming, funny... He was able to calm her down when no one else could. She hadn’t even realized she was falling in love with him until one day she saw him holding hands with another girl and got the urge to knock her lights out.
Granted, the other girl would have been all wrong for him. Her friend deserved someone way better. Someone who he enjoyed spending time with, who made him laugh too, who could keep up with his dancing. Someone like…her.
He’d given her a pair of sun earrings after they started officially courting, claiming that when he looked at her, he saw the sun. But he was the real sun. If anything, she was the moon; absorbing brightness from him and reflecting it out into the world. It was a more apt comparison, in her opinion. He was an insufferable morning person, like Julieta. When his enthusiastic effervescence wasn’t getting on her nerves, it gave her the boost she needed to get through those awful morning hours before she fully woke up, even after the coffee kicked in.
And she was a night owl. She liked to stay up late, reading, until his snoring caused her to be unable to focus on what happened with María anymore. Then she’d set her book down and snuggle up next to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. At first, she slept a lot better just having him there next to her. But after a while, her night terrors returned once more.
It got worse after Dolores was born. The pregnancy had been so exhausting, she slept clear through the night. But once she was born, Pepa was back to being as twitchy as a mouse. Her dreams changed to accommodate her new fears of being a bad mother, of not caring for her child properly, losing her, hurting her, failing her. Félix, fortunately, was a heavy sleeper, and hardly woke when she did. Pepa would always take care of any nighttime baby business. It just made sense, seeing as she was already awake. Besides, Félix worked so hard…he deserved his rest.
In between caring for her babies, her sleep fluctuated; sometimes better, sometimes worse.
(Except after Bruno disappeared. Then, she would sleep all day and toss and turn all night. But she couldn’t bear to remember that.)
Félix had been wonderful to her throughout all of parenthood. He insisted on taking a more active role with Camilo, hoping that her insomnia stemmed from motherly obligation, and would always give her a kiss and whispered “sleep well”. But it was pointless. Worse, it was affecting him. Where before he would be the first one at the fields, ready to work, now he would lumber in last, stifling yawns the entire time he was there.
Pepa couldn’t stand to see him like this, so they went back to their earlier routine after Antonio’s surprise arrival. For some reason, he’d been easier. Sure, he had all the typical baby nighttime needs, but more often than not, it was his cries that awoke her rather than the twisted voices in her head chanting their litany of all her shortcomings. She guessed that she’d worked through those particular worries by then.
Eventually, her nocturnal turmoil resumed. It had become a sick sort of routine for them: Pepa waking in the middle of the night, Félix sleeping alone, Pepa stumbling into bed exhausted in the early morning just as Félix was getting ready to start his day. They slept alone more often than either of them would have liked, and she knew he missed her as much as she missed him.
Thankfully, it wasn’t happening nearly as often now. Losing her gift was ironically the best gift she could have asked for. Without a physical and destructive manifestation of her emotions, she’d been able to work through things that had been bothering her since she was a child. Even after it returned, she slept a lot better, and as a result, Félix did too.
She passed the church, its steeple distinctive even in the darkness. When she was younger, she used to pray to God to take the fears away. It didn’t seem to help much. Now she prayed for more important things, like the health of her husband and children. They were all doing fine. Perhaps God liked those prayers better.
A cobblestone jutting up made her lose her footing. She rubbed at her bleary eyes, looking up towards the horizon. The sky was still dark, lacking even the faintest tinge of gray, so she guessed not that long had passed. It wasn’t like she could look at the clock to check. Her feet had become uncertain in her weariness. Time for her to return home.
She slipped into the house unnoticed, climbing back into bed as quietly as she could, taking care not to lie on top of Félix’s hand still stretched over the empty expanse of mattress.
As soon as she was under the covers, his arm swung over her hip, pulling her closer to himself subconsciously. He mumbled something unintelligible and smiled in his sleep.
Pepa pressed herself closer into his body. He felt so warm after the chill of the nighttime air. Soon, he would warm her up too, and then they would be sharing each other’s warmth together, asleep in bed at the same time.
The way things were always supposed to be, and the way she hoped they’d stay.
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caramella120 · 8 months
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Chapters: 12/13 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Félix Madrigal/Pepa Madrigal Characters: Pepa Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal Additional Tags: madrigal family - Freeform, Family Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Pepa Madrigal Needs a Hug, Pepa had anxiety, Pepa Madrigal-centric, Félix Madrigal-centric, Triplet Shenanigans, Modern AU, messaging/texting, triplets' group chat, financial insecurity, return of hair stylist Pepa, and mechanic Félix, Longing, illness/long term illness, not for the madrigals, but it's a pretty big plot point, I love Félix but kind of a different take on him maybe, he's his own character and has his own plot, No Cheating or Infidelity, i know the summary kind of suggests it, but i don't like it so it's not here, only good healthy relationships for our main couples i promise, stick with me, because we only have happy endings here Summary:
Pepa Madrigal is not looking for a boyfriend. She’s done with love. She’s done with boys. Every relationship she’s ever had has brought her nothing but heartache and pain and she’s done.
Félix Castillo has an on-again-off-again girlfriend, who he probably loves (right?), and he’s probably going to marry and have kids with (right?). He has a budding career, and too many sisters, and life is fine. It’s fine. He’s fine.
When calamity strikes for both, Pepa and Félix find themselves adrift - and end up seeking comfort in the most unexpected place.
Or: Pepa is a hairstylist, Félix a mechanic. Life is difficult, shit happens, and sometimes a shared cup of coffee is only thing keeping you sane. A love story featuring: nosey sisters, meddling mothers, and a particularly brutal triplet group chat.
If you don't read this, its like a big loss for you. It's almost finished and it has slow burn, and tension, and twist and turns. And it's so beautiful  I'm gonna cry just thinking about it!
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jasontoddssuper · 2 years
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'Cishet' m/f ship:*Is genuinely cute,healthy and well-written*
Me:????
Me:Oh,i get it!They're both bi and trans!
🚫Pro shippers/dark content dni🚫
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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years
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"Anyway it is 12pm and I'm drunk!"
"It's okay, mi hermosa," Felix patted her gently as she lied down. "Let's just lie down for a little bit, and then you'll be all right."
Pepa could barely keep her head up, so she supposed that this would be the best option. She closed her eyes and let Felix's warm lullaby relax her.
The next day she was...let's just say...really sick, but Felix was there for her as usual, holding up her hair. After all, he needed all the help he could get when he was pregnant.
Isabela peeped her head in the door, covering her nose. "Is everything all right in there?!"
Both adults gave a thumbs up. "Everything's fine!" Felix said, before dismissing her. "Now please, go have some breakfast!"
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The guy who's writing Sawcanto (who the only reason they haven't updated is bc they're dealing with rl issues trust me they try to get a chapter of any of their fics out once a week and the second the most recent chapter of their t4t Feliepa fic comes out they'll work on Sawcanto they promise) has the most spectacular, superb, delicate, top tier taste in food
reese you literally hate mushrooms
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Pepa: Félix can you buy this for me please?
Félix: Of course, mi vida
Bruno: He- you can't just pay for her!
Félix: Of course I can! I'm her husband! I can get her anything she likes!
Bruno: But we're playing monopoly!
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erazonpo3 · 2 years
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senoritaimperfecta · 2 years
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Everyone wants what they have
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Julieta: So, how did your date with Felix go?
Pepa: It went great, until I tried to compliment him. I wanted to say, “You have the most wonderful smile. Your eyes are gorgeous.”
Julieta: What happened then?
Pepa: He smiled at me, and I froze.
Pepa: I said, “You have eyes.”
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phoenixlionme · 13 days
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Three Generations of Madrigal Romances
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foreveranevilregal · 1 year
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If it’s no trouble, could you please do Prompt 25 : “I want an answer, godammit” (smutty Pepa and Felix)???
Send me a prompt.
Of course! I decided to write a follow-up to a prompt I'd written previously for a really angsty AU. You can read the original prompt here and some additional lore here. The second post isn't necessary, but it does give some more context for this sequel. Since it ended up being very long, I decided to post it straight on ao3. I hope you enjoy!
@caramella116, here's the The Winner Takes It All piece you wanted!
Pepa wandered aimlessly up and down the cobblestoned streets. Although she’d been gone for a decade, the encanto was virtually unchanged. Sure, some new houses had been built to accommodate the growing community, but the school was still on the street to her left, the church in the plaza to her right, and the river surrounded it all. It was… familiar, comforting. After a decade away, it was good to come back to what she knew.
Speaking of familiar…Pepa’s eyes fell upon someone she had known very well. Known, past tense. Past. It was in the past. Still, butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the sight of the man she loved (past tense, right?) and she couldn’t help the rainbow that sprang over her head.
“Shoo!” She swatted at it like it was a pesky bug. It was bad enough not having her own feelings worked out without broadcasting them to everyone in the vicinity. She’d gotten so much better at this. Granted, controlling her feelings had been easier outside the encanto, where her gift didn’t work. Come on… She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed deeply. Clear skies, clear skies.
To her relief, the skies did clear, but not before someone could notice.
“Pepa!”
She never expected to hear his voice calling her name again. Yet here he was, approaching her, all too suddenly.
“F-Félix.” Pepa’s fingers flew up instinctively to rake through her hair but met nothing but air. Right. She’d made the impulsive decision to cut it a few months ago. She was tired of feeling weighed down, of hiding. Living in the city had opened a whole new world to her, and, feeling brave, she chopped off her mane. At the time, she felt lighter, free, but now… Now she wished she had a long braid to toy with instead of hair that only came a couple inches below her shoulders. Thankfully, she was spared the burden of responding.
“You’re back.” His eyes ran over her, taking her in.
Feeling exposed, Pepa crossed her arms over her chest. “I am.”
“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” Félix sighed, shifting the shovel he had slung over one shoulder to the other.
“Me neither.” She gave him a once over. Neither one of them had remained unchanged. His afro had begun greying around the temples, and the years had made him softer around the middle. But he still had the same infectious smile and warm eyes that had made her tummy turn for so many years. “I wasn’t planning on coming back,” she found herself admitting. He’d always had a way of getting her to reveal more about herself than she’d wanted.
“Well I’m glad you changed your mind.” He beamed at her. One hand came up to wipe the sweat off his brow.
The action snapped Pepa out of her trance. “I’m sorry, am I keeping you from something?” She wrung her hands together in the absence of her long locks. “I should let you go.” She swept a tendril of hair behind her ear, the sensation still foreign to her.
She wasn’t expecting his hand on her arm. “Pepa, I approached you,” he pointed out. “Fuck, I haven’t seen you in so many years and all of a sudden you’re back.” He let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I bet Emilia loves it when you use language like that,” Pepa muttered under her breath, but unfortunately Félix caught it.
“It doesn’t really matter what she thinks about it.”
[continue reading on ao3]
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caramella120 · 2 years
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Guys have could've told me I've been using the wrong hashtag!!
Y'all really weren't gonna tell me that pepa x Felix shipnane is actually "feliepa" and not "felipa" wich I've been using!?!
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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years
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A sleepy young Dolores walked into her parents room, yawning. "Isa told me to ask you... how do babies get made?"
Pepa sprang up from her position lying down. "W-what?! Umm, you see..."
"A fairy!" Felix piped up, all too excited to tell his daughter a lie. "There's different types of fairies for different types of tasks! There's the trans fairy that came to me and your mami, there's the tooth fairy that comes for your teeth, and there's a baby fairy that gives you babies!"
"Does the baby fairy look like a baby?"
"Yes!"
"Is there a sister fairy that replaces brothers with sisters?" Dolores asked innocently, and Pepa and Felix sighed.
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sleazyjanet · 2 years
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this has no context except that i love them
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rabbit-head-007 · 2 years
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I like to think she’d be on a garden date, maybe her second one. She got all dressed up, the sky is clearer than usual, and this is the photo Félix keeps in his wallet to remember it by
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