#gababel

[cartoonfangirl1218]

More hcs cuz it’s my blog and I have a terrible memory of what I have or have not posted.

Specific nightmares that the couples comfort each other

Elena's worst reoccurring nightmare is that she is stuck in the amulet. Only the amulet doesn't belong to anyone, it's just a ancient artifact buried in the dirt so it's very unlikely that she will be released again any time soon. And in the amulet she experienced the same claustrophobia and isolation as before only with a clear image of Shuriki killing everyone she loves. Over and over and over.  Mateo's worst would be probably related to his dad or grandfather and failing. His worst would be like a vital moment in battle where he is supposed to do a spell and he just freezes, or messes up. Causing the battle to be lost and everyone dies, Avalor is brought to ruin and magic is banned once more. The guilt and shame eats him up as he thinks of all those who trusted him and believed in him, like Rafa and Alcazar and most of all, Elena and he failed them. Or alternatively his over-ambition causes the same results. 

Gabe's worst reoccurring nightmare would probably just him as captain leading his troops into a massacre. Simply having his friends and comrades dying is enough but being the one who made the decision that led to it..worse. Probably just to rub it in would be the familiar disappointed look in Roberto's eyes and then Blanca turning away from him too. For once not on his side.  Isabel's is very similar to Elena in that she is just stuck in an endless loop of seeing her parents death only it's worse. Since she didn't get to witness it, her imagination takes it to all the worse routes Shuriki could have done. Then always ending with an heart pounding chase where Shuriki is close to her heels, always closer and cornering her. 

Naomi's worst nightmare would have to be something like being ignored and cast aside while someone who is more qualified and royal than her takes her place as Elena's friend, and in the council. But the kicker would be that she is speaking but no one is listening, it's like she's invisible. 

Esteban's worst nightmare is depending on the big secret reveal. Pre-secret revel would be the family finding out about his secret and since we already discussed, their painful reactions of sadness, anger, confusion and betrayal at his treason. Compounded by the rest of Avalor shunning him. Pre/Post-secret reveal would be just the memory of him hiding like a coward as Shuriki invaded the palace, killing his aunt and uncle.  Doña's worst nightmare is being poor again. Alone and slowly painfully starving to death.

Favorite game Eleteo: A kiss off! No no I'm joking. Maybe tag or hide and seek. But no, not just any. But a magical version where they use their skills in order to find each other. There is also a lot of running and flying around as the two try to escape each other's grasp and tease the other. Of course, the winner gets a kiss and whatever they want but the chase is just part of the fun.  Gabenaomi: Olaball. Those two would have a blast running around trying to get each other's goal and showing off their sweet moves. Of course, it also involves a lot of tackling, shoving and joking around and the winner gets to choose the date or the number of goals is the number of kisses the winner gets.  Estenaomi: Charades surprisingly. They are very good at deciphering what the other is attempting to say. Like Naomi's odd looking "dance" is her playing Pete with an eyepatch and a monkey.  Gababel: Board games of any sort. Usually scrabble or some sort of monopoly that they switch off for more romantic questions or prizes.  Estoma: Pool. It can get pretty intense what with their need to destroy each other. It can also be pretty hilarious when they have a "no holds barred" competitions and try all manners of distractions and cheating so they can win

Who curses when they argue?  Eleteo: Neither. They very much prefer actually talking out their problems than yelling and screaming in anger at each other sinc that is counterproductive. Also I can't see Mateo having a cursing bone in his body and Elena wouldn't use that kind of harsh language to someone she loves.  Gabenaomi: Naomi. Blame the sailor's tongue but she can start cursing up a storm. And though Gabe tries not to do it in a girl's presence (yes, Mama Blanca drilled it in) he would start too. Gababel: Again neither. For the same reasons as Eleteo. 

Who wears the other clothes sometimes?  Eleteo: Elena sometimes wears Mateo's oversized shirts on a lazy Sunday morning without shame and sometime teasing that she should just wear it to her meetings. She also puts on wizards robes (Yes yes yes basically it's your fic. You are totally right in that Elena would put on Mateo's wizard robe. It's just so comfy and warm and smells just like him.) I couldn't resist. Gabenaomi: They don't really do that. Although Naomi has nabbed Gabe's guard jacket once or twice on a cold winter night at sea. As well as shirt:) She says he has to practice his ability to withstand cold temperatures but Gabe thinks it more has to do with his gazing at his pecs.  Gababel: Neither would. Just the size difference between them, it's ridiculous to try. Although Gabe's shirts make nice nightgowns lol Estebaomi: A few times, Esteban has tried Naomi's clothes on account of her dares much to Naomi's personal amusement. Naomi does the same and dresses in Esteban’s fancy suits and shirts. Usually for fun.  Estoma: Very rarely, though once Esteban went out in Doña's robe which he staunchly insists was a traditional Satu kimono. 

Who gives piggybacks rides?  Eleteo: Mateo tries to give Elena some but upper muscular strength isn't one of his fortes. Besides doing it with magic isn't the same. Sometimes Elena gives him some and there is just a lot of awkward fumbling, falling and laughter.  Gabenaomi: Uh Gabe duh! Oftentimes Naomi will come running and hop on Gabe's back when he least expects it and then insists on a piggyback ride to whatever destination. Or joke that he is like her own Fuego.  Gababel: Gabe again, but he is the one who usually offers to ride her around and makes it a fun bumpy galloping ride.  Estenaomi: Both. Naomi more often that not thanks to Esteban’s drama king ways on hiking trips or when he is sick.

Who arranges for a day off Eleteo: Elena arranges for special days off from work in the kingdom and work for the wizard so they could spend time together. Usually the dates vary between exploring the kingdom more, horse/Jaquin riding, swimming, picnics on the palace grounds, a day at the fireplace, fancy dinner and waltz. As long as they are together, they're happy. Elena is usually bounding with more enthusiasm and happiness than usual and Mateo just adores her smile.  Gabenaomi: Naomi does with some help from Elena to get Gabe away from Captain work, and they spend the day doing whatever comes to mind first. They tend to be more spontaneous in that sense.  Gababal: Once more, Isabel does since she can easily figure out a break in her schedule and see abiut guard duty. They spend more time at home, sometimes with one of their families just enjoying each other's companies and talking about their day. Also the occasional exploring. Who takes the covers? Eleteo: Covers? What covers? They go on body warmth alone. Lol. I don't think either would since it's more of a cocoon they wrapped themselves in but I'm going to go with Mateo. I feel like Elenais just more of a body person while Mateo can sleep with tons and tons of soft blankets and it reminds him of his wizard robes so it is extra comfy.  Gabenaomi: Naomi, she gets easily cold at night and likes to bundle herself up with all the covers. Gabe tries to shrug off, that he is too macho to get cold but sometimes he tries to tearing them away from Naomi's iron grip when she's sleeping and that almost made her fall off.  Estenaomi: Esteban!! The guy is a Duke, he is used to being a hundred percent comfortable. Forbid that he gets cold at night, it is the one thing he won't relent. He takes the covers he wants. Naomi usually wrangles it away but then she has to endure his complaints of how cold he is and equals it by lots of kisses. Gababel: Isabel take the covers. Moreover Gabe would gladly give it to her she use gets grabby when she's asleep so it doesn't matter if he gives it beforehand, she gets more and they end up hugging a lot. Most interesting date?  Eleteo: This is hard since I bet Eleteo had a lot of interesting dates but I'm going to go with the one where it was after they were married and just had Julian. They decided to take a night off to themselves and relax with a simple dinner. But Julian wouldn't stop crying unless he was in his mother's arms so they decided to take him to the restaurant. But they couldn't just leave Ana and Bianaca alone so they came with. It was a bit harder to have any flirtations when there are two toddlers around. Not to mention how Bianca wanted to look at all the pretty decorations and Ana wanted to hold baby Julian. So the night wasn't what they expected but it just reminded them how lucky they were to be having such a family, and how adorable it was to see the other parent.  Gabenaomi: It would have to be the time they almost lost the boat. They had went to the island from The Gecko's Tale but the rope snapped leading their boat out to the water. So they took a row boat and rowed to it until Gabe jumped out to garb the rope himself so Naomi followed and the two tried to figure how to pull it in since it was rather large. They managed to do it, and spent the rest of the date resting on the beach with a firm eye of the boat and talking about all the other things that could have happened like the return of Chiloya among others.  Estoma: They decided to pretend to be strangers meeting at a bar and get to know each other all over again. At first it was awkward with some patrons staring, and doing their best not to reference any past event or figuring if they were meeting as themselves or their teen selves. A few drinks in, the two forgot all that and tried to be themselves. It spiraled on to dancing in clubs, Esteban re-enacting some of his youthful adventures and the Royal treasury, she taught him to ride bareback and the next morning they had to explain why a majority of food was found staining the guest bedrooms.

Who feeds the other?  Eleteo: Both. Elena starts it at first in the beginning stages of the relationship since she is much more impulsive and Mateo is still very self conscious and aware of how it may appear to others. But then of course, he starts doing it too. Anything for his lady love.  Gabenaomi: Gabe feeds Naomi after giving up trying to stop her from stealing pieces of food. Naomi secretly thinks it's cheesy but she loves it.  Gababel: Gabe again. He loves Isabel. He would do anything and that means pulling all the stops and being a totally inner romantic just as Blanca encouraged.  Estenaomi: At first, Naomi does it as joke usually mixing in purpose to make fun of Esteban’s pampered upbringing. Then attentive, changed man Esteban would do it similar to Gabe.

Who plays footsie? Eleteo: Elena!! Elena, Elena, Elena. She can't help herself. She loves to show any kind of affection to her boyfriend/husband and will mischevious do it under the table if need be.  Estenaomi: Esteban, he is such a flirt and knowing him, he woudkd do it when he gets bored at meetings. Or sometimes he would do it just to get Naomi distracted.  Gababel: Isabel. She's like her sister in being more public about her affection. Just because he has a reputation as captain of the guard doesn't me she particularly cares.  Gabenaomi: Naomi to Gabe. Similar to Isabel, she doesn't care that Gabe has a reputation to live up to and just wants to be with her man. Also she's mischevious in that sense too.  What kind of couple class would they do together?  Eleteo: I feel like cooking (??) Totally unimaginative but there is a certain domesticity with cooking. It's a nice break from their crazy, magical work a day lives. Plus it gives plenty of opportunities for food fights, finger licking and food sharing. Gabenaomi: Mountain climbing. Can that be a couple class? I feel like it would be a good couple class for them. Working out, adventuring and sharing trust at the highest height possible. Estenaomi: A dance class of some sort. If it was a modern AU, probably hip hop. Delivering every move with grace, style and a hint of the heat between them.  Gababel: Yoga. It combines the use of Gabe's muscular strength and always being there to lift up and catch Isabel while Isabel calculates the bets way to get into position without straining any muscles. 

Estoma: Pool. They get extremely competitive trying to distract each other.  Who slips innuendos?  Eleteo: Elena. Because she can and she doesn't mince words when it comes to how much she loves her husband in every sense. Usually when she's bored or in a particularly flirty mood. Mateo does too but he'd rather do that in the privacy of his room.  Gabenaomi: Naomi. She had heard quiet a few from days in sailor bars and often conveys them to Gabe especially after he comes from home after battle or on their dates.  Gababel: Neither really. If it does happen it would be accidental or out of context. But I can't really see it happening.  Estebaomi: Is this a question, Esteban. Only he would think his are incredible witty and charming and sexy.  Not the result all the time but when it falls flat Naomi just laughs and shakes her head at his attempts.

#elena of avalor #eleteo #gabenaomi #estenaomi #estoma #gababel #my hcs #my headcanons

[joshuasumter]

Aladdin Character Recast Meme

Synopsis: The beloved tale of Aladdin gets a character recasting, genderbending makeover in this adaptation that stars Isabel and Gabe from Elena of Avalor, and Jordan, the daughter of Genie, from Descendants: Wicked World! This retelling brings to life the story of Aladia (Isabel Castillo Flores), a precocious street-smart girl who dreams of a better life. But she and her little companion, Aba (Jessie), are starting to learn that things aren’t always what they seem. The handsome boy Aladia is smitten with is really the Sultan's (Baljeet Rai) very enthusiastic, confident, and reasonable son, Prince Jasmun (Gabriel Núñez), in disguise who wants to have a say in how he lives his life. When the sultan’s most trusted adviser, Jafaria (Sadria), sends Aladia and Aba into the mysterious Cave Tomb of Riches and Wonders to fetch the lamp, things went awry. The decorated, looking lamp Aladia stumbles upon unleashes a powerful, wisecracking, larger-than-life genie named Jordan. As Aladia and Jordan start to become friends, they soon learns that it’ll take more than wishes to outwit Jafaria and her sidekick, Iaga (LaCienega Boulevardez), who will stop at nothing to get the lamp and the power that goes with it. A Gababel (Gabe Núñez X Isabel Castillo Flores) Project

Isabel Castillo Flores (Elena of Avalor) as Aladia (Aladdin)

Jessie (Toy Story) as Aba (Abu)

Gabriel Núñez (Gabe) (Elena of Avalor) as Prince Jasmun (Jasmine)

Jordan (Descendants: Wicked World) as herself (Genie)

Sadira (Aladdin: TV Series) as Jafaria (Jafar)

LaCienega Boulevardez (The Proud Family) as Iaga (Iago)

Magic Carpet from Aladdin: A Musical Spectacular

Baljeet Rai (Phineas and Ferb) as The Sultan

Mittens (Bolt) as Raji (Rajah)

Tomiko (Elena of Avalor) as The Peddler

Evie (Descendants) as Leader of the Guards

#aladdin #aladdin 2019 #disney aladdin #elena of avalor #descendants wicked world #disney descendants wicked world #gababel #isabel castillo flores #gabriel nunez #lacienega boulevardez #jordan descendants

[magicwithineleteo]

ok so below the cut is me addressing my feelings about the “drama” in the fandom. i would just like to mention that i am hesitant to post this out of fear of receiving backlash and being attacked/harassed by those who disagree. if you are as mature as you believe yourself to be, then please act as such and try to have a healthy discussion instead of just jumping on me for speaking up.

tw: pedophilia, bullying, swearing

i honestly don't have words for what’s happening in the fandom. i joined this fandom out of love for an amazing show, and was pleased to find a community of like-minded people who enjoy it just as much as i do. but i was not expecting this toxic element. i agree with the fact that everyone is entitled to their own opinion and they are free to ship whatever they want to. usually, i wouldn't give a fuck. but i do care when the ships are morally wrong. to reiterate, this is NOT a matter of opinion, this is a matter of MORALITY, which if someone wants to go ahead and say is subjective, at the end of the day, there are basic definitions of what is morally right and wrong. these ships are gababel and esteomi. (i am against cedfia too, however i’m not in the sofia the first fandom. only the eoa fandom so this is primarily about these ships.) i do not understand how one can comfortably ship these ships. at the beginning of the show, naomi is 15 and esteban is in his mid 50s. i don’t get how so many people don’t see the issue with that??? and at the beginning of the show, isabel is 10 and gabe is 18. again, a big issue. there is only one context in which esteban and naomi would morally work, if naomi was around pre-amulet. so by the time elena is freed, naomi is a similar age to esteban. but she’s not. regarding gababel, i don’t see how aging up isabel makes it any more acceptable. gabe has known isa since she was 10, i don’t think he’s just gonna immediately get feelings for her when she turns 18. that just sounds like a bunch of bs. other excuses for these ships are also a bunch of bs. dang, i didn’t know that not shipping gababel was because i’m not imaginative enough to think about the future of that ship. at least i'm imaginative enough to see that it's not even worth imagining because why would anyone even want to picture it? 

treating people with kindness and living by the golden rule means a lot to me. that people should be nice to each other, no matter if their beliefs clash or not. so why is it that when a young minor calls out these morally wrong ships, they are targeted? once again, this is a young MINOR. A CHILD. and not to mention, they were targeted by a bunch of adults. this child has called out something that’s morally wrong and adults came for them. i feel like these adults were aware that they are a child, but only to a certain point. they used the fact that they are a child to prove the point that they don’t know what bullying is, or that you were once in their shoes, an opinionated teenager. didn't know having an opinion was exclusive to teenagers, but i digress. however, a lot of you failed to recall that this is an actual child. not to mention, a handicapped child who has expressed time and time again how negative criticism affects them. at the end of the day, this context shouldn't even matter, because no one should be treated like that anyway. this child was bullied. this child felt invalidated and hurt. i don’t care what you think the definition of bullying is. they were bullied. imagine you’re in their place. a young (at the time 14 year old) who is receiving replies from  several adults telling them that they are wrong about pedophilia. you wouldn’t feel so nice either. their mental health went down because of this. you all failed to realize that this is a child, and that you need to be respectful to them. they are an equal member of the fandom, and they deserve several apologies. 

going along with this whole dialogue of age, i would like to point out that your age has nothing to do with your level of maturity, understanding, or comprehensibility of matters. just because someone is younger than you doesn't mean that automatically you are more correct or have the upper hand or whatever it may be simply due to your age. sure you may have more life experience, but what about your level of decency? empathy? awareness? sense of morality? these matter just as much, if not more. you can be 15 and wise and be 80 and be less knowledgeable. your actions and character display these things, not your age.

also with the whole “woke/woke teenager” thing. it's funny how it was said that buzzwords are being thrown around yet here we are, throwing this word around too. anyways, being “woke” is about being aware, having an open mind, and being able to not only recognize when something/someone is wrong, but being able to shed light on it and call it out. if you think i’m “woke” for calling out your pedophilic fantasies (which yes it is pedophilic i don’t think i need to explain to adults how that is so; and no, just because you aGe tHEm uP in yOuR hEad doesn't make it okay) then i’m damn proud to call out your shit. and i'll be damned if one of my friends or i get scrutinized for standing up and doing the right thing. no one deserves to get attacked for this, especially not with superficial strawman arguments that go after the person themselves rather than their “argument”/point of view. you can do all the name calling you want to, that does nothing to enhance your argument. all it does is shine a bright light on your character. and thank you for that, so we can see what kind of people we have in this community. it’s not about being sensitive or “woke” or whatever useless argument you want to use to steer away from the fact that you are MORALLY WRONG. i would understand if this discussion was about something lighter but this is so much deeper. this is not about “not being able to imagine/not being creative enough to imagine” i mean seriously? is that the argument here? that would be laughable if it wasn't as sad. what a substanceless argument that shows there is no viable justification for these ships. and it is not just about these pedophilic ships; it's also about how people are getting treated, specifically how adults on a power trip are attacking younger members of the fandom (wrongfully) with their petty posse of people. i mean seriously? can none of you (just a one on one not one of us versus your gang) have a decent conversation without needing your other friends to attack along with you? just childish honestly. and i wouldn't even say that because children aren't low enough to act like that. they are aware enough of others' feelings and know how to solve problems without hurting each other.

the fact that this is being deemed as “policing” and “telling the fandom at large what to do” is just ridiculous. first of all, no one is forcing our stances down people’s throats. second of all, who said you suck? you said it, not me. third of all, think of it like this. we have laws, yes? sure, the laws are written and yet some people still choose to break them. the law is enforced but yet still people have the option to follow it or not (even though they should follow it, duh). now say someone is breaking the law. would law enforcement be wrong to call them out on it? would they be wrong for charging them? no, because your actions have consequences. someone can “believe” they were not breaking the law but if their “belief” is objectively illegal and morally wrong, then by all means they should be called out on it. just because *you* personally don't find you shipping a 10 year old with an 18 year old (a fifth grader and high school senior for context) doesn't mean it's not problematic. and it doesn't matter if you're aging them up, it's still weird like why? it’s like you’re trying to justify pedophilia? and then you have the nerve to collectively attack ONE younger person who called out your foolery? this analogy was not to make it seem like we are the police of the fandom and are high and mighty or whatever, but simply to try and get across the point that just because *you* think it's not wrong, does not absolve you of it actually just being wrong. 

the way this matter has been addressed (and i wouldn't even say that because it is more like a one sided conversation/scolding where the opposite side of the discourse is either silenced because of fear or silenced after being attacked) has been absolutely petty, snarky, condescending, and catty; you really give yourself a sense of superiority over people because you are older and therefore more mature and more able to understand things on a deeper level? then understand this. handle this discussion in a more mature way. allow others who disagree with you to at least come to the table and share their feelings and see from their perspective. do not immediately pounce on them with your similarly-aged clique like this is some early 2000’s high school movie. it's funny because you are invalidating us by belittling us as just “high schoolers”, but if anything you guys are the ones acting like what you are projecting on us. literally bullying children. how depraved do you have to be to sit here and behave like this with actual children. it's funny because some of you actually have children and here you are, being a keyboard warrior for a pedophilic ship. is that the hill you are choosing to die on? at least try to open your eyes and see why we are addressing this. to your point, yes, you are adults. ADULTS. so act like it.

i would also like to mention that there is a big difference between notps and morally wrong ships. notps are ships that you do not ship because that’s just not what you like. an example of that for me is elenaomi. i don’t ship them like that, that’s one of my notps, and that’s okay. however when there are ships like esteomi and gababel, those are more than notps. those are morally wrong ships because they are pedophilic. i am not gonna call these my nOtPs; these are HELL NOTPS.

some of you are also big hypocrites. you say to scroll on, and to ignore it if you don’t like it. yet you feel the need to respond to things you don’t agree with. yes, it’s your blog, but if you’re not going to practice what you preach then, what’s the point? this reminds of the whole dialogue surrounding “if you don't like it here (your country), then leave.” this phrase is used to invalidate people who call out issues within their country, whether it be the societal structure as a whole, or the government etc. it's like you are only patriotic if you have 0 complaints and love everything about your country. you don't care if things are ruined; it's your country so you love it. in my eyes, true patriotism is when you are able to recognize and not be in denial about issues in your country; you are willing to not only acknowledge them as a problem, but are actively trying to address and fix it. similarly, i believe that you shouldn't have to just scroll on or leave the community because you are uncomfortable because of a genuine problem. why should we just be silent and accept what's going on? us scrolling on while recognizing the problem and not saying anything, letting it thrive, is being complicit. it's like being a bystander, and we are not going to do that. we want this community to be a great place for all of us to get along because of our shared interest of eoa. but that doesn't mean that these things should be excused or ignored. if you are having an issue with people calling this out, if the shoe fits, that's your problem, and moreover, you are part of the problem. i am not calling out specific names in this, so if you have an issue with it, then….hate to break it to you.

i understand that i’m usually a lot nicer on my page. however, i feel that i have been silent for too long. but i’m not a hypocrite and i know that i’m right. how people respond to this just reflects their character more than mine. i am a 13 year old child, and i am hesitant to discuss this because you guys did not hold back at a 14 now 15 year old. that is not okay, especially when this is supposed to be a loving community about a show that is aimed at children. that was all. please have some empathy, understanding, and especially respect.

#elena of avalor #eoa #gababel #esteomi #cedfia #please don't bully me or others for disagreeing with you <3

[iamtotallycool]

I’m not sure if I ever posted this to Tumblr!! A true crime on my part since this is still one of my fave EOA couples

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! <3

#gababel #older!gababel #Elena of Avalor #Disney

[shasta627]

Merry Christmas Rose! @c-rose2081 

How funny that you were my Secret Santa and I was yours ahah! (I’m still in love with the pic you gave me btw 😍)  Sorry I’m posting this pretty late but I hope you enjoy reading this fluffy little Gababel fic as much as I enjoyed writing it~!  I hope you have a wonderful holiday and get to spend it with everyone you love! ❤️

xx Amelia 

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Isabel Castillo Flores drummed her fingers against the top of her giant suitcase, trying not to count the passing seconds as the time grew later and later. The carriage should’ve arrived to pick her up hours ago, yet she was still standing there, waiting on the steps of a coach station miles away from Avalor, wondering if she’d ever arrive home in time for Navidad.  

In hindsight she knew it was probably her own fault for her current dilemma; she had wanted to stay at the university and finish writing her dissertation before making the long trip home to Avalor, but the closer to the holidays it grew the harder it was to find transportation, which is why she was practically stranded in the middle of nowhere on Nochebuena.

A sigh escaped Isabel’s lips as she glanced at the darkening sky above her. She loved studying abroad in the kingdom of Satu, but in times like these, she wished she had decided to take on an internship in Avalor rather than continue her schooling on the other side of the world. 

“Still no coach, señorita?”

Isabel turned around to see the elderly station master hobbling toward her, looking about as troubled as she felt.

“Unfortunately not,” Isabel replied, her fingers still anxiously tapping the sides of her suitcase. “Are you sure there aren’t any other carriages in this town I can take? I’d pay extra,” she offered hopefully.

“I’m sorry, señorita, but we only have a few coaches that come through here, and the rest are all out at the moment. Your ride to Avalor should’ve been here, but perhaps the driver got the schedule mixed up,” the man said, rubbing his chin. “Or did I give him the wrong schedule?” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes squinted in concentration. 

Isabel felt like facepalming. On all the days of the year for this to happen... 

“Well, if the carriage never arrives you're  welcome to stay at one of the Inns here, free of charge,” the man offered, flashing her a friendly smile.

It was all Isabel could do to not grimace in return. She appreciated the man’s generosity, but all she wanted was to be in Avalor, not staying at an Inn in some little off-the-map town that she couldn’t even remember the name of. 

After a wave goodbye the man hobbled off again, and Isabel was left in the same predicament as before. She studied the road before her carefully, and then looked down to consider her luggage. If she used some of her shirts and attached them to her large suitcase in just the right way, she could create a makeshift backpack of sorts and walk all the way to Avalor. Her bones ached just thinking of the journey, but if she went on foot she would most likely arrive early morning of the next day, whereas if she waited here there was no telling when a coach would ever arrive, meaning she could be stranded for days before someone came to look for her. 

“Backpacking it is,” Isabel mumbled aloud in disappointment, laying her suitcase on it’s side so she could begin remodeling it. She had barely touched the clasp when a faint trotting sound reached her ears, followed by the unmistakable whiny of a horse. 

Isabel shot up and looked eagerly down the darkened street, her eyes straining to make out the source of the sound. Did the carriage arrive after all?  Yet it only took a few seconds for her to see that it was just a single horse and it’s rider passing through town—not someone who would be willing to take her to Avalor.

Or would they? 

She hated to ask, especially if it was going to be a burden to the rider, but she was desperate enough to step out of her comfort zone and practically beg for a favor. Plus, she would never know unless she tried. 

“Hey! Hey, you! Excuse me, but can you help me?” Isabel called loudly, stepping down from the steps of the coach station and into the street. She waved her arms and prayed that the rider would see her and not run her over.

Thankfully it was still light enough that the rider saw her, and Isabel let out a breath of relief as they slowed down and stopped right in front of her. 

“Thank you,” she said gratefully. “I hate to ask, but I was wondering if…” The words died on her lips as she suddenly recognized the person on the horse before her. 

“Gabe?!” she cried in disbelief. There was no way anyone could ever forget the familiar, handsome appearance of Avalor’s Captain of the Guard, Gabe Nuñez. 

Gabe seemed to recognize her at the exact same moment. “Isa!” he responded happily, a brilliant smile growing on his face as his eyes shone with joy.

“What’re you doing here?”

“What’re you doing here?”

The question was asked simultaneously by them both. Isabel laughed and looked down, trying to distract herself from his deep brown eyes and the way he kept gazing at her, giving her his utmost attention. But instead it only reminded her of how old and frayed her dress was and that she probably looked half dead after traveling all day. Her cheeks grew warm in embarrassment and she quickly tried to straighten out the folds of her skirt before attempting to look him in the eye again. “You go first,” she said with what she hoped was a friendly, casual smile.  

“I was meeting with some troops from some other kingdoms regarding a possible military alliance, but our conference went long and I’m just now returning to Avalor.” He gave a weary sigh, and Isabel could tell he hated missing Nochebuena as much as she did. “And you?”

Isabel took a breath and then relayed her entire tale to him, starting from the moment she left Satu all the way up to her waiting for nearly three hours for a seemingly non-existent carriage to arrive. “And so I’m stranded,” she finally finished, casting a glare at the coach station behind her as if the building itself was the one at fault. 

“Well, not anymore,” Gabe said determinedly, finally dismounting his horse Fuego and coming to stand beside her. Isabel surreptitiously noted he was even more muscular than she remembered. “How heavy is your luggage?” 

Isabel picked it up from the ground with a grunt. “It’s kinda heavy,” she warned, but then he picked it up with one hand and swung it over his head, moving to attach it to the back of Fuego’s saddle. “...Or not,” Isabel mumbled, both impressed and disgruntled.

“It may take an additional hour with the extra weight, but I think we can make it back to Avalor by midnight,” said Gabe, finishing up with the suitcase and turning back to her. “I forgot to say this by the way, but welcome back. It’s good to see you again.”

Isabel fought the furious blush working its way to her cheeks. “It’s good to see you too,” she replied with a genuine smile as her stomach began to flutter. She felt like she was fifteen all over again, when she first discovered she had a crush on him. She thought it would just fade over time, but the older she grew and the more she got to know him, it only became stronger and stronger. Even in the past three years she’d been at Satu, the absence did nothing to deter her feelings, and she was starting to become concerned at just how fast and far she was falling for Avalor’s Captain of the Guard. 

“Alright, if you want to climb up first I’ll hop on behind you,” Gabe instructed, completely oblivious to Isabel’s internal struggle, which only grew worse once she realized how close they would be sitting. How was she supposed to handle being in his arms for almost five hours when she could barely keep herself from blushing every time he so much as looked at her?

It’s going to be a long ride, Isabel thought wearily, yet couldn’t help the anticipation that built up inside of her at the thought. 

She put her foot in the stirrup and settled herself atop Fuego, trying not to stiffen too much as Gabe climbed on from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist to grab the reins. He let out a sharp whistle and Fuego immediately began to move at a brisk trot, and Isabel found herself being involuntarily jostled further back into his arms.  

They were silent at first, and then Isabel finally spoke and said, “Thank you again for giving me a lift back. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not come along.”

She could feel Gabe’s warm laugh ruffle her hair. “Believe me, I’m glad I ran into you too. It wouldn’t be Navidad if you weren’t there.”

The comment warmed her heart more than she thought possible, and gave her the courage to lean her head back against his shoulder. Gabe didn’t react at first, and then he tightened her arms around her and held her closer—at least she thought he did, but it was hard to tell due to the constant jostling of riding a horse. 

“How’s university going by the way? We haven’t talked since last summer and I need to get caught up,” Gabe asked, and Isabel could picture the smile on his face as he said it. He was always so intrigued by the drama and everyday happenings of school life, it had almost become an inside joke between the two of them for Isa to update him on all the Satu gossip. 

And just like that, despite the nervousness she constantly felt whenever they were together, Isabel lapsed back into the easy friendship they had built up with each other over the years. 

They talked about everything and nothing, ranging from every topic imaginable that most often ending with hearty laughs or conspiratory giggles between the two of them. Isabel recognized that it might seem strange that they would get along so well, seeing as they were so different, but she found that their differences only gave them more to discuss and furthered their understanding of each other. 

Despite the journey being so long, the hours seemed to fly by and they arrived in what felt like no time at all. The palace soon became visible in the distance, and in just a matter of minutes they were riding over the bridge and through the main entrance gates before Fuego finally stopped at the palace steps.

"We made it!" said Isabel happily. 

Gabe slipped off the horse and then helped her dismount. "And with two minutes until midnight. Now you can technically say you were home for Nochebuena."

"All thanks to you," Isabel reminded, squeezing his arm gratefully. Gabe smiled in return before turning to retrieve her luggage. Isabel thanked him again as he unstrapped the suitcase and handed it to her. 

They stood in silence for a moment, simply smiling at each other before Isabel finally broke the moment with a sigh. “I should go find my family, but I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course,” Gabe quickly affirmed. “And how long are you here for?”

“Only two weeks,” Isabel admitted almost regrettably. It seemed like such a short amount of time now that she thought about it. She really wished she had come home sooner. 

“Oh,” Gabe said, and Isabel could clearly see the disappointment on his face. “I wish you could stay longer.”

Isabel was about to reply with a standard ‘me too’ response, but suddenly held her tongue. Just in the last few hours she’d begun to have a sneaking suspicion, one that she’d never let herself consider lest she get her hopes up, but now the evidence was too prominent to ignore. Given everything that had just transpired in the last few hours, she couldn't help but wonder...

What if Gabe liked her back? 

It certainly seemed like he did. He was attentive to her needs, he listened to everything she said whether he understood it or not, and he genuinely seemed interested in her and wanted to talk to her. She was no expert in the field of love, but the signs were there, and she wanted to believe it was true…

“Why?” she said instead in response to his question, her heartbeat quickening. Was she really about to do this, on the palace steps at midnight on Nochebuena?

Gabe blinked. “Why?” he repeated.

Isabel nodded. “I’ll be back again in a few months and you’ll see me then. Why don’t you want me to go?” It seemed like a silly question, but Isabel was clearly giving him an opening and wanted to see if he'd take it to confess his feelings.  

Gabe’s eyes focused on hers, and all of a sudden the confusion in his expression vanished and he seemed to understand what she was getting at. He let out a deep breath and took a step closer. “You want me to be honest?” he asked, his voice low.

Isabel swallowed, a rush of both anticipation and excitement coursing through her at the realisation that her spontaneous plan might actually be working. She finally managed a single nod in response. 

Gabe let out another breath and nodded himself, running a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. Isa, I just...I really hate seeing you leave,” he admitted, so quietly it was almost as though he was talking to himself rather than her. “I love when you come home. The palace feels alive and complete again, and when you’re around I...I find myself smiling more. You make me happier.”

It was a simple confession but it still rendered Isabel speechless. She felt like she could hardly breathe due to the sudden rush of emotions flooding her brain.

But he kept talking.

“I know we’ve been friends for a long time. I mean, I’ve been around for what seems like forever and you’ve been around for even longer—quite literally.” He chuckled at his own joke regarding her true age, but then his smile quickly faded and he looked down, as though suddenly nervous. “Isa, I’m not good with big speeches. I like to think I can be romantic and smooth when in reality I’m...not. I'm by no means an expert on this stuff.”

“That makes two of us then,” Isabel heard herself saying, and was surprised to find that her voice still worked despite everything going on around her. 

Gabe looked up at her and smiled so brightly, Isabel was liable to melt right on the spot. He could say nothing but gibberish and she would still be completely enamored. 

“Glad I’m not alone,” he said softly, and then took her hand in his. “Isa...you’re an incredible person. You’re smart, beautiful, funny, and you impress me with your kindness and generosity everyday. And I know I’m not perfect. I can be uptight, overbearing, and I don’t know a thing about science or math or inventions and whatnot, but...I promise I would try to be better at all those things, and would spend everyday trying to make you happy, if you will let me.” He squeezed her hand tightly and then met her gaze, his eyes searching for a response. 

Isabel was afraid she’d either start laughing giddily or ugly crying with happiness if she opened her mouth, because her hypothesis was right—he liked her too! She was so elated yet all she could do was stand there and stare at him in awe.

"Isa?" He prompted a few seconds later. He looked nervous. "Please say something."

Isabel didn't know how words could convey the happiness she was experiencing, and so she decided to do the next best thing she could think of doing, and leaned forward and kissed him.

It was a soft, featherlight kiss, seeing as she was still far too overwhelmed and nervous to try anything more, but when they pulled back and she saw the hope gleaming in Gabe’s face—his sweet, beautiful face—she finally found the words she needed to say.

“Your imperfections only make you more perfect to me,” she whispered, still so close their foreheads were nearly touching. “And the fact that you still care for me despite all of mine only makes me want you more.” She was sure her face was flushing brightly but she couldn’t bring herself to care. After waiting for so many years, all of her dreams were finally coming true.

“I’m willing to take this chance if you are,” she then said, and was met with an enthusiastic smile from Gabe followed by a long, tender kiss. And then another one. And another. 

After what felt like an entirely too short amount of time Gabe pulled away. He gently cupped her face and smiled. “As much as I’d like to stand here all night and kiss you, I know you wanted to see your family and you should probably find them before it gets too much later. Don't worry about your suitcase either, I'll have it delivered to your room so you don't have to lug it up the stairs.”

It took Isabel several seconds to comprehend what he was saying, she was still so dazed by everything that had just transpired. “Oh. Oh! You’re right, I completely forgot about them! I'm a horrible person,” she moaned, turning to dash up the palace steps to go inside. She then paused and turned around to look at Gabe.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” she asked eagerly.

“I’m already counting down the hours,” he replied with a smile, and Isabel raced down the steps to give him one last kiss before she dashed inside again, feeling happier than she’d ever been in a long, long time. 

Navidad had just begun, but already she knew it would be her best one yet. 

#secret santa #elena of avalor #gababel #older gababel fyi #gabe nunez #isabel castillo flores #eoa discord server #this story is based on a true experience during my studying abroad btw #except no handsome man on horseback came to save me :( #anyway I hope you like it rose! #merry christmas #<3

[zoeology31]

Hey so I blinked and now this ship is apparently pretty popular but can we be like, really really careful with Esteomi? Teen!Esteban is cool because you really have to think about how that impacts his personality and life experience relative to Naomi, but any show-canon version is Really Fucking Bad, and even post-show is super weird because Naomi will not even reach half Esteban’s age before he hits life expectancy. Say what you will about “it’s fiction” but I have never seen a couple with more than like a 15 year age difference turn out remotely well in real life and that’s not a fiction/reality thing, that’s the truth of human interaction.

Also same goes for Gababel, age of consent is for relationships between two teenagers and the older I get the more I realize how weird it would be to date someone in their upper 20′s, so I better not be seeing any mutual Gababel stuff until Isa’s at least 20. 16-18-year-old Isa in a mutual crush/romantic relationship with Gabe is now an insta-block from me.

Also also, remember regardless of what precautions you take with either of these ships, many people will still be creeped out by them, which is a perfectly valid reaction and not a personal offense. The fact that both these ships are so popular in general is a bit concerning, since it seems like people are willing to go out of the way for certain (straight) ships when perfectly acceptable (mostly wlw) options are available for both Isa and Naomi. But take from that what you will, I’m not looking to start a fight, especially as I ship older!Gababel and teen!Esteomi myself, among other things.

Oh and while we’re on the subject of shipping, friendly reminder that if you ship Esteriki or anything else creepy and abusive like R*ylo please unfollow me immediately! Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.

#elena of avalor #esteomi #gababel #shipping #ships #fandom #my stuff

[omg-gojo]

Have you ever in your ship...

You´re just doing something extra in your work or in your school and you remind that that ship you ship it isn't canon even knowing that is a good healthy ship that it would give good moments in the series/anime where appears and whatever you´re doing you get disappointed?

and you go back to your business leaving the hope of making that well smooshy ship cannon to the creators because you do not  want to bother someone with that either is not vital?

it´s just curiosity 

#shipping #ship #gaalee #eleteo #gababel #kiribaku #shinkami #disney #captain marvel #dream works #lukanette #radmond #spideypool #netflix #omg-gojo #popsimarie

[lets-get-shipping]

You Could Have Died

Gonna write a new Gababel fanfic. Had this idea and knew it would fit them perfectly!! Enjoy!

Also, omg, missnobodynobodius is reading my stories and liking them!!! I love your tumblr and your art, you’re my second favorite Tumblr, lovelyrugbee is my first, lol.

In most of my fan-fictions about Gababel, Isabel will be over the age of 16, just so everyone knows.

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And inventor and the captain of the guard. Many would say nothing bad could happen to either since the other is normally always close by, but no, mistakes could still be made.

These mistakes were sometimes bad, sometimes horribly bad, but never had they come close to what was happening now.

Captain Gabe was still resting because he had run into a fight to save one of his comrades and ended up with a sword in his side. Despite the pain though, he had bolted from his bed as soon as the words Isabel and hurt fell from Elena’s mouth. she had tried to stop him but he wouldn’t have it as he raced through the palace to her room and entered, gazing around with worried eyes until he spotted her, unconscious in her bed.

“Isabel?” He moved to the side of the bed and sat down, reaching out with a shaking hand to rub her cheek softly, his eyes taking in her disheveled form. She had scratches along her face and her hair was knotted and filled with leaves still. Along the side of her head, through her hair, shone a jagged gash that seemed to have only stopped bleeding just recently.

“She fell Gabe. She was working on one of her new inventions but the ladder came out from under her. She tried to land in a bush but didn’t realize there was a rock in it as well. She hit it and it did that, she hasn’t woken or moved at all for two hours.” Elena had followed Gabe inside, her eyes sad and worried.

“Two hours? Why wasn’t I told right away?”

“You needed rest. Gabe you almost died from that wound and you running like that could’ve reopened it, be glad it didn’t.  I knew you would want to get here but I knew it would be better to wait, in case Isa showed any signs of waking first.” She moved to the other side of the bed and sat in a chair that she had pulled up when Isabel was brought in, her eyes wandering to the still form of her sister.

“I don’t care if I needed rest... she needed me and I wasn’t there.” The captain didn’t care about his own pain now, he only cared about the fact that Isa was hurt and he hadn’t been there to protect her. 

Silence fell on the room after awhile, the two friends sitting and waiting for any sign from the girl until Esteban walked in, his eyes staying away from the form of Isabel as he cleared his throat.

“Elena, you’re needed in the main hall. One of the village leaders has come to speak with you.” He stood and waited as Elena nodded solemnly, kissed her sister’s forehead, and then turned and walked out of the room, the Chancellor following close behind.

With Elena gone, Gabe now shifted and stood, gazing around the room slowly until he spotted a metal basin with some spare parts in it. He moved them to her desk and took the basin, going to the nearest bathroom and filling it with warm water, throwing a rag in afterwards before making his way back to the room.

Slowly and with the gentlest of movements, Gabe began to clean Isabel’s face and wound, pulling the leaves and small twigs out of her hair before brushing it. He then cleaned her arms and hands, being careful of the collection of scratches that were along her hands, probably from her trying to grab onto something to halt her fall.

When Elena returned, Gabe was just finishing up, wiping a bit of stray blood from her wound before he threw the rag back into the water and sat down once more.

“Thanks Gabe, you did well. She almost looks as though she never fell in the first place.” She gave  weak laugh before a sigh escaped her form and she turned back toward the door. “I need to get some sleep. Don’t stay up all night Gabe, Isa wouldn’t like it if you suddenly passed out on us from not sleeping.” With that she left, heading to her room for some well needed rest.

Gabe didn’t respond, all he did was pull Elena’s chair to the side of the bed he was sitting at and sat down, taking Isabel’s hand in his own two and pulling it to his forehead as he closed his eyes.

He sat like that for a long time, until his arms cramped and he almost fell asleep a few times. Finally, he felt movement and his head shot up as he looked toward Isabel who, slowly but surely, was opening her eyes. Gabe stared at her in shock and happiness as he stood and leaned over her, cupping one of her cheeks softly as she opening her eyes fully and looked up at him.

“Gabe? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” She seemed confused, why was she in bed? She had been working on one of her inventions. Then she remembered what had happened and her eyes widened. “What happened?”

“You fell off the ladder while working and tried to land in a bush. There was a rock in it as well though and you bashed your head against it. You’ve been out for almost a day.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to her, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes watered. “Why did you go out alone? I told you I would help you with your more... dangerous inventions.”

“I know, but you were resting and you’re still injured now. I felt I could handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have gone without me Isa. I can’t loose you and you could have died! Right then. You could’ve never woken up again.” He felt her shift and he lifted his head to look into her face.

“I could say the same thing to you. If you had just let the chosen guards go on that patrol instead of insisting you go with then you wouldn’t have gotten injured, and you could have died then.” Isa turned her face to him, tears lining her eyes as she let out a small chuckle. “I guess we both need to learn to be more careful huh?”

“You got that right.” He gave a chuckle as well and leaned down, placing a soft kiss to her lips. “Move over. I ain’t leaving your side right now.” 

Isabel rolled her eyes and shifted, giving him room to climb in beside her.

Soon the two were wrapped in each others arms and slowly falling asleep, so when Esteban walked in the check on Ia he instead decided to leave immediately and leave the two alone.

#gabe nunez #isabel castillo flores #elena of avalor #fanfic #gababel #near death experience #for both of them

[allthatsnice]

Isabel remembers her parents and feels depressed. Gabe tries to cheer her up. This is a parody of Golden Days by Shigeru Takao.

#elena of avalor #Isabel #gabe nunez #Gababel

[ducksisthebest]

How do you feel about ships like Esteomi and Gababel?

Hey anon! Hm, I don't ship Esteomi or Gababel because they never seem to get me or keep me excited like the ships I ship atm. Like I don't have any problems with them, they are ships that people ship but its not for me. So I guess they're okay to me.

#Ask me anything! #I'm fine with Gababel #not sure about Esteomi

[lostbutterflyutau]

Wrong Again

Note: This is an AU to my Mirror World AU that I wrote when I was in a mood. I had a sad, so I wrote a sad. In this AU everything is the same up until Carla turns 27 and her marriage starts to fall apart. In this piece, now 32, she’s faced with having to finally, fully leave it all behind.

*** I knew…

This time I had finally found

Someone to build my life around

Be a lover and a friend

After all my heart

Had put me through

I knew that it was safe with you

What we had would never end

Wrong again

***

It was supposed to have been the first day of forever. A public declaration of love that they promised to carry for the rest of their lives. The lyrics of their wedding song had even read, I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life. But she never expected that the rest of her life would only encompass a few years.

Seven blissful years filled with soft kisses, tight hugs, midnight dances and walks through town. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, and festivals. Highs, lows, and magical foes. It was a marriage so filled with love and life. Until it wasn’t.

And now, it was time to let the last part of that life go.

Today all of her friends were celebrating, as they should. It wasn’t every day that there was a royal wedding. Of course, it wasn’t as grand as Elena’s. Neither Isabel nor Gabe wanted it to be that way. At least, that’s what she figured. After all, back when planning their wedding Gabe had wanted to keep it small. Private. Intimate.

Carla wondered for a moment how he felt about all of the attention. He was used to some of it as Captain of the Guard. But now he was both Captain and a soon-to-be Prince. If that’s how that worked. She wasn’t completely sure. Nor did she care enough to look into it. If she had her way, she wouldn’t have to face another word about them again. But, unfortunately, it was all over the papers and all anyone had talked about for weeks. There was so much speculation on what it would be like. What kind of dress would Isa wear? How many attendants would she have? Trivial things that had seemed so important when she was the bride.

But now…?

She sighed, finished tying off her hair. Deep brown eyes stared back at her, the colour both beautiful and sad. Sure, they made her look better. But part of her hated that she now hated the violet colour she grew up loving and being praised for. It felt almost like a betrayal to the mother who’d gifted them to her. But, on the other end, she got a lot more date requests now. Maybe that client had been right in that violet was weird and off-putting. Or maybe it was because she was just getting better at hiding that constant pang in her heart. The one that told her she wasn’t good enough. That she would never be good enough again. No man wanted a ‘used woman.’ Especially not one that couldn’t give him more than herself.

One last look in the mirror confirmed that she was done. Every hair perfectly in place. Makeup soft and subtle and not at all noticeable. At the thought, her eyes flicked over to the drawer that contained her more colourful palettes. The ones she hadn’t touched in what felt like forever. Not since her birthday. And that was only because Fortuna insisted on doing her makeup in another vain attempt to cheer her up.

She couldn’t blame her. She knew it had to be frustrating when someone you cared so much about seemingly refused to be happy. But the thing was, it wasn’t a refusal. More than anything, she wanted to be happy and had been making progress up until Elena had showed up to give her the news of the engagement.

It wasn’t unexpected. Not really. Just a few months earlier she’d turned up to reveal that Gabe was dating her sister, having wanted to tell her before the papers did. She’d learned to live with he idea of them dating. But engagement? Marriage? That was like a punch to the gut and confirmed her worst fears. That it was really, truly over. He wasn’t coming back. And while she wasn’t even sure she ever wanted him to, the thought still hurt.

All she could do now was hope that his second wife could give him what she couldn’t and that they would be happy. As hurt as she was, she refused to wish ill on him. He deserved to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with her.

With another long sigh, Carla set the brush down, opened the drawer directly underneath her hand. From it, she pulled the last portrait. She wasn’t entirely sure why she’d kept it for so long after destroying the others. Perhaps she was still clinging to the hope of returning to that stage? Or she was too afraid of letting go? Could she just be too held up in the memories of happiness past to have been able to keep it for so long? Whatever the reason, she was over it now. With an all-too familiar pang, she willed her magic to flow up within her and, with a snap of her fingers set fire to the picture. She stared for a minute, watched their smiling faces slowly dissolve and then let it fall onto the table. The magic flame she conjured wouldn’t burn anything but what she willed it upon, so she was content to let it burn out on its own as she stood and finally snatched the box up off her bed.

*** When she made her way downstairs and into the shop, she tried to keep her steps quiet. She wasn’t in a mood to face anyone. She had already made up her mind and no one was going to change it.

Unfortunately, instead of being in the front of the store like she expected, her stepmother was right near the foot of the steps hovering around a dress form and muttering to herself about the costume hanging off of it. It was something brought in by the director of a local theatre production. A hand-me-down that needed some serious restoration.

Still, despite her being right there, Carla hoped she could slip by. All she needed to do was –

“Carla?” Fortuna asked without looking up, her voice breaking Carla’s thought process.

Carla wanted to kick herself. Of course she wouldn’t be able to get around her. As concentrated as she seemed, Fortuna was still aware of what was around her at all times. She supposed spending years on her own as a single woman was responsible for that.

When Carla didn’t answer, Fortuna quickly secured the hem and stood upright, taking the pin that was between her teeth and setting it on the stand beside her. She looked up, eyes moving from Carla’s face to the large garment box in her hand, immediately knowing what it meant. She took in a breath as she stepped over, set a gentle hand on the smaller woman’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked, searching her eyes for any sign of resistance or hesitation, and finding only that same lingering sadness that continued to break her heart. She wanted more than anything for her stepdaughter to be okay. Maybe not jumping around with joy, but at least content in some way.

Carla closed her eyes, took in a deep breath to stave off the tears she felt welling up. She wanted to scream that of course she didn’t want to do this. This dress had meant so much to her. It had been custom made by a close friend. The symbol of her first day of forever. What she really wanted was to turn back the clock. To undo all of the pain. The loneliness. The long nights staring into an empty sky with Cleo as her only company. But she couldn’t. All she could do was try and keep going forward, even if it meant giving up something that had once held so much meaning but was now nothing more than a fragment of days past and a symbol of a failed love.

Finally, she nodded, confessed, “No. But I have to.”

Fortuna didn’t respond, only wrapped her arms around Carla. She understood all too well what she meant. Maybe not from personal experience, but from all of those long nights talking and getting her to open up at least somewhat. Even four years on it was complicated for her. While she was sure there wasn’t any more love there for her ex-husband, she also knew there wasn’t hatred. Hurt, but not hatred.

When she pulled back, the older woman gave a sympathetic smile. One that said, along with the understanding look in her gaze, that she got it. She leaned in, gently kissed her head, and moved to turn back to her work as Carla continued on and quietly slipped out the door and down the street.

Along the way, she tried her best to keep her mind only on her task. All around her it seemed like all anyone could talk about was the wedding happening that day. Little girls in tiaras. Older women gossiping about the outcome of such a marriage. Bridal shops feeding off the hype with sales and specials. In another life, she might have joined in. As a child she loved the idea of having a fairy-tale wedding and finding her one true love. But now that she’d done both and ultimately failed in the aftermath of the fairy-tale, it was all reminders of a life before disillusionment. One she wished she could go back to even as she pulled on the handle of the door of the shop she’d passed by so many times but only now had a reason to walk into.

She was greeted with a warm welcome and a wide smile by the older woman behind the counter.

“How can I help?” She asked when Carla finally stepped up, set the box on the counter.

Carla put on her best smile, slid the box over, “I’m just here to give you this.” She took her hand to her hair, fingers idly fiddling with the ribbon on her side ponytail as she waited and watched as the woman opened the box she hadn’t opened in years, a small gasp leaving her lips when she caught sight of the intricate detailing before finally, carefully pulling the dress from it and holding it out.

“Are you sure about this?” The lady asked, shooting Carla a concerned glance. The dress was gorgeous. One of the most beautiful she’d ever seen. She quickly realised that it had to have been handmade with care. This wasn’t an ordinary commission. The hand-sewn detail put into it was the mark of a personal touch. And beyond the dress itself, even she could see the hesitation on Carla’s face. It was about more than her wanting to do a nice thing, she knew.

Carla only nodded, continued to play with her ribbon. “I… Don’t need it anymore.”

The woman’s smile turned sympathetic, “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll give you a week to come back. That’ll give you some time to think while I prepare it for display.”

“Thank you, but I don’t plan on it,” Carla replied as she turned to head back out. She appreciated the idea of having a period to think it over, but she had made her decision before even reaching for the door. If she was ever going to go forward from this point, she had to let go of her past, as painful as it was.

She managed to hold it together long enough to make her way back home and up to her room. But, once she saw the small pile of ash on her vanity where the portrait had been, she gave in and slid down the wall with a defeated sob. 

***

And they said,

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“It’s something that he’s going through.”

“Happens to a lot of men.”

And I…

Told myself that they were right

That you’d wake up and see the light

And I’d just have to wait

‘Til then

Wrong again

#Elena of Avalor #fanfiction #Carla Delgado #Angst #broken marriage #My fanfic #My fanfiction #Implied Gababel #wrong again #songfic

[cartoonfangirl1218]

A Walk in the Garden

Here I am again with another birthday fic for a friend inspired by her favorite Jane Austen book, Emma. So many will recognize the scene and the dialogue is all Austen’s. However, the internal monologue is mine. It was such fun getting all regency England with the fops and flibberjibbets. Hope you all enjoy!

Lady Isabel grimaced, lightly kicking the stone ahead of her. 

How foolish she had been the previous months. All her matchmaking plans gone awry. She had driven her good friend Naomi away from a decent fisherman like Marzel, to be matched with the fopish Duke Alonso. 

Who had been engaged the whole time! Yet entertained flirtations with her. Isabel blushed at the memory of her fluttery heart, flattered by Alonso’s attentions though she had been meaning to help her friend. 

What was worse, she had thought she had great observation skills yet she didn’t piece the clues together. The trips out of town, the way Lady Valentinaalways flounced out of the room in disapproval when he talked with her. Lady Isabel had actually believed his story that he went all the way to Paraiso for a haircut! 

Okay, that one was not her fault. It was Duke Alonso, that would have been a legitimate reason for him.

And that was not even getting into her other failed matchmaking attempts. Javier pretending to enjoy Naomi’s sailing demonstration just to have the chance to kiss her! Ugh! What an odious young man. 

Truly, Sir Gabriel had been right. She was no matchmaker. Even her first “success” of her sister and Mateo was truly not of her doing. Though she had supported their union wholeheartedly. 

She was no matchmaker and a horrible judge of character. All the potential matches had been flops, she had been taken in by rakes, and was so consumed with her visions of catulpalting Naomi to becoming “someone special” she completely neglected the girl’s actual wishes and who she really was. 

Lady Isabel heaved a large sigh, inhaling the faint fragrance of roses and gardenias in the royal gardens but even the lovely scent did not encourage her mood as it would have any other day. 

A familiar voice however. . . 

“Lady Isabel?” 

Isabel whirled around, self-consciously putting a stray bang back behind her again. 

Oh Sir Gabriel, the person she was most comfortable with yet the last man she wanted to see at the moment. 

He must think her so foolish especially the way she behaved toward Lady Yolanda. Yes, the woman was a headache to bear, constantly flipperjibbeting and gossipy, but it had been rude on her part. 

Her words, “Ah but there may be a difficulty. Pardon me- but you will be limited as to a tone of geniality- you will be limited in your tone“ echoed in her head and she dearly hope the blush wasn’t spreading across her cheeks right now. She had said what everyone was thinking, a fatal mistake. 

But Gabe did not seem to hold any ill regard towards her like he had at the picinic. Instead he smiled at her, the soft smile that gave him crinkles around his eyes, making him boyish and mature all at once. 

“Yes, Sir Gabriel?” Embarrassment from the admonishment before prevented her from speaking familiarly. 

“May- May I speak to you a moment?”

“Yes, you may, what else do you want to talk to me about?” Isabel nodded, cursing how formal she sounded and the bitterness but felt unable to stop the awkwardness. She wanted so much to return to his good graces, but her pride was hurt. She was taking her anger at herself and throwing it at him. 

Isabel looked down to the ground, “I’m sorry. I stopped you most ungraciously and gave you pain. If you have any wish to speak to me openly about anything you might have in contemplation, as your friend, I cannot refuse you.” 

She took a chance to look up as she said friend, hoping against hope for a smile and not a rebuke at the title. 

And there it was. 

She felt her knees weaken with relief at the sight. Him, the handsome land officer siling so warmly at her. It was a welcome after feeling outcasted among her own kind for her meddlesome actions and more troublesome tongue. 

Isabel resolved to keep quiet until Gabe had finished. Whatever else he had to say, he had the right to. He had been warning her from the beginning not to meddle. That she was looking past things that were right in front of her. She saw that now he was right, her pride had blinded her to so many things this social season. 

“Indeed as your old friend, I will listen to whatever it is you wish to tell me.” 

Gabe strode closer, the sun gleaming on the military shined buttons of his blue uniform, highlighting his taunt biceps. But what really served to show his maturity was the steady look of poise and capability that he exuded. He looked every inch the captain he was. 

“Isabel, about our friendship. . . You wish for it to remain the same as it has always been. But I cannot desire that-” 

“But why!” Isabel cried, all her comforting feelings flying away at once. It was like a fatal blow to the heart. The world that had been festively stroon with the dazzling spring sun grew dim. 

Surely, her recent actions have not drove him so far away from her! She could not bear it if it was true. 

Gabe had always been there for her. Ever since she was little, just seen as Elena’s little sister, he had been the one who had been the nicest to her. Gabe had always been willing to to indulge in listening to her ramblings about her inventions instead of commenting of how inappropriate the sciences were for a lady of her station. 

She remembered how patient and encouraging he was to her when she was dismayed about her calculations or some social event where she feared that she’d be ridiculed. He had been there for her for the awkwardness, the joyful family holidays and gloomy days of anniversaries of those long gone. He was always there for her to lend an ear and make her feel better. Even in his letters far off in the field of battle, he truly cared about what she was saying. He said they gave him some comfort, some normalcy. 

No, she could lose all that. 

She loved. . . 

Oh goodness, she loved him. 

The shock of the revelation almost sent her reeling into the rose bushes but her tongue managed to bypass her brain and continue speaking. Thankfully, on topic and not on her epiphany. 

“I know I have made mistakes but if you’d been here the past few days you would have seen how I’ve tried to change.Please tell me I am your friend,” She pleaded.

Isabel’s heart sank further at Gabe’s glance. He would not look her in the eye, instead sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and halfheartedly gazing the rose petals. 

“I do not wish to call you my friend because I wish to call you something infinitely more dear.” 

What? What could he possibly. . . did he mean? 

Isabel’s heart fluttered with hope once more. A faint glimmer but powerful that sent shivers down her spine as Gabe chanced a look up at her. 

Gabe was one of the strongest, bravest yet sweetest man she had ever known. But at this moment, he looked like a scared boy. A brave yet scared boy who was doing his best to hold eye contact with her as he spoke quickly of all the things that had been pressing on his heart. 

“Did you never wonder why I never befriended Duke Alonso? It was because I knew he was vying for your attentions. Indeed, when you insulted Lady Yolanda at the picnic, I thought that evidence of his influence over you, and I couldn’t bear to see that so I went away. Mateo’s workshop is usually a place of comfort to me, but seeing your sister there kept you fresh in my mind. I only felt hope again when I heard of Alonso’s engagement and I rush back, anxious to hear of your feelings, keen to be near you. I rode through the rain, but I’d ride through worse if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might at least have some chance to win you.” 

He spoke in such a great rush of feeling, it was hard for Isabel to keep up. But the message stayed the same. 

He had been holding these feelings for her inside a long time, hadn’t he? And once more she had been too blind to notice. Blind to herself as well! 

He wasn’t a big brother figure as she had always presumed. She would not have highly sought his good opinion as she realized she did. 

He was more than that. He was her other half. Her safety. When she wasn’t overthinking things he made her feel so comfortable. Secure to be more accurate. She felt like she could truly be herself around him and never feel judged.

She looked at him, unsure and nervous. His fingers fidgeting and twisting a rose stem in his nervousness. He was truly afraid that she did not feel the same. 

Though she may be blind, she was no longer. 

She gently took his worrying hands into her own. She did her best to look into his gaze, but found the warm chocolate of his eyes almost melting. She couldn’t keep her thoughts straight for she was suddenly overwhelmed by his handsomeness and the joy radiating from him.

Joy that she returned his feelings. She never knew she could procure such a reaction from someone. Much less him! 

“Sir Gabe,” Isabel began stutteringly, unable to keep the glee from her voice, “If I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream! It cannot be true! I feel so full of error, so mistaken in my make-up to deserve you! What of my flaws? I’ve humbled you, and I’ve lectured you and you have borne it as none could have born it.” 

Isabel could see that he was about to open his mouth to kindly reject the claim but she was aware of her faults now. He was sweet though to try dissuade her. 

“Maybe it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another? Marry me?” 

Isabel laughed out loud with shock at her sudden declaration as well as Gabe’s startled face but she did not regret it. 

Now her feelings were known, she desired it greatly. She was ready for this new life at her friend’s side. 

“Oh marry me, my wonderful, darling friend!” 

#gababel #gabe nuñez #isabel castillo flores #elena of avalor #a walk in the garden #my fanfic #my fanfiction

[honeymoonbloom]

EoA Secret Santa 2k18

@eoa-secret-santa-2018 @shasta627 !!! My state mate !!! Merry Christmas !!! I felt so happy when I got matched with you for this and I hope I did ur OTP some justice ❤️ sending you all the best and warmest Christmas wishes ❤️

Isa had always felt like the odd one out. Well, not when mama & papa were alive... Glued to one of their hips she was always their constant company. But lots has changed since then & time doesn’t fill in the gaps.

Snuggling into her oversized covers, staring out her window to the dark night sky, it was almost 10:30 and the noises of the Christmas eve party were still carrying clear.

‘I would be the one to get sick right before Navidad..’

She closed her eyes and sighed trying not to think about it all.

But was hard when the bands sound was her favorite Navidad songs & she swears she’s heard Elena’s laugh atleast a dozen times.

The Castillo-Flores have always been great hosts. Mama & Papa would throw parties like no one had ever seen & Elena was following in their footsteps like a pro. There was always music, games, presents, & FOOD.

Tamales, Flan, Ponche Navideño, Pozole, Pavo, Ensalada de Noche Buena, Bunuelos, Rosca de Reyes...

it all looked amazing in her mind & she felt her eyes watering at the thought of missing out and not being missed.

Everyone, Abuela, Abuelo, Esteban, Elena, Mateo... Gabe.. she knew they were only a hallway and staircase away. Yet the heavy ness in her chest made it feel like it was so much further.

//

At the stroke of midnight the big grandfather clock chimed deep and low & the muffled cheers from the party rose back to Isa’s ears.

Feeling sorry for herself earlier she had squeezed her eyes shut and practically forced herself into a nap.

“Dumb idea Isa... now you’re not even close to being tired,” she had scolded herself out loud.

“What’s a dumb idea?”

The deep yet recognized voice made her jump in her bed and turn her whole body to face the door.

“GABE! W-what are you doing here?!”

Single handedly Gabe closed the bedroom door with a gentle click & put a finger to his lips to shush her.

“Hey I’m sneaking here, gotta keep it quiet or I’ll get caught.”

“Get caught? By who? What’s behind your back?”

Still in his soldiers uniform Gabe chuckled and approached the bed. “For being sick you sure do ask a lot of questions.”

When he was next to her bedside he took a bow revealing his prize.

“Surprise!” He whispered with enthusiasm.

A plate full of DESSERTS.

Isa felt her breath escape her looking down at all the sweets. It was late.. and she knew she shouldn’t eat even one of them, but she also knew in her heart that every single one of them was as good as gone.

“Gabe, thank you.. so much.” She looked up at him with sparkling eyes, her hands clasped beneath her chin. She reminded him of the porcelains dolls in all the window shops. It made his heart skip a beat.

“Ah no worries, it’s the least I could do while you’re cooped up from the party. Besides, I know you gotta sweet tooth.” He winked at her and if he hadn’t mentioned the party she was sure she would have melted right then.

“Yeah the party sounds amazing. You guys are having a blast downstairs huh?”

Gabe placed the plate on her lap and sat himself on the edge of the bed. “Hm, it’s ok.” Hunched over he looked at his hands and Isa got the feeling he was holding something back.

She picked up a cookie and nibbled on it pretending to feign not caring. “It’s ok I know it’s been fun. I’ve heard Elena laugh more times than I can count.”

Gabe looked Isa over and considered her words, “You know, Elena and your cousin are good at putting on a show. They know how to be ‘on’ when they have to be.”

Isa had not been expecting that response and her curiosity was intrigued. “What do you mean by that?”

Gabe played with his hands again clearly uneasy about something. He was silent a moment longer before answering. “I mean... I guess that... well any party is just going to be ok if you’re not there. Hard to have a good time when I know you’re not feeling well and alone.” He was blushing furiously at the confession and Isa could barely believe what he had said.

Was this a freaking Christmas miracle sent by Cupid himself?

Their relationship had been hanging in a strange balance. Constantly swaying between friends and something more... but ultimately stuck in an uncomfortable middle. She had been trying her best to show him how she felt and the Christmas Eve party was supposed to be her chance. She had picked out the grandest ballgown and was planning a waltz with him... but all that flew out the window when a nasty flu had settled in. This... however... so unexpected.. she’d never think he’d come to her first... this changed everything. It felt like a magical energy was in the air.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go now.” He was just like a little kid, standing up suddenly unable to bear the attention.

“Wait!” She tried to push off her covers in an attempt to follow him. She didn’t want to lose this moment!

“Isa, I really shouldn’t be up here. I don’t want to get caught. Plus you can’t follow me out, I want you to get better not worse.”

“I won’t follow if you don’t go. Who are you so worried is going to catch you Mr. Captain of the Royal Guard?”

Gabe crossed his arms and took a deep breath. “I’ll stay but only a little bit longer. I-I want to do this right Isabelle. I don’t want your family to get the wrong impression of me.”

Isa managed a simple “Oh.” and that carried more meaning than anyone could ever know.

“I’m a little fuzzy on how this all goes.” He confessed. “But I want your family to know I can be trusted and that I respect you above all else. That’s.. that’s why I should go. I don’t want you to be the gossip for the new year.”

Isa nodded her head, self consciously brushing her hands over her curls.

‘He would tell me all this when I haven’t brushed my hair and when I’m pale as a ghost!’

“I understand. You should know though, that my family loves you. They do trust you. And I know you would never hurt me.”

Gabe smiled and seemed more at ease. “Goodnight Isa, I’ll visit first thing at sunrise. I promise.” He made his way to the door and turned back for one last glance.

She was still fiddling with the ends of her curls, a slight blush on her cheeks, from the fever or something else he wasn’t sure, but she raised her warm eyes to him full of faith in his promises, “It’s a date.”

//

A/N: I struggled with this ship cuz I don’t really ship them but I see their potential a lot! I guess my headcanons are that Gabe is super traditional with her, wants to court her the right way & be her protector but is also kinda hard headed about how to go about doing it all. And I can see Isa being the girl who wants that & is more girly girl domesticated house-wifey than Elena haha. That’s just me tho.

#older!gababel #EoA #EoA Secret Santa 2018

[magicwithineleteo]

Why you guys so mad at fictional ships anyways? They are not real people.

hi anon,

them being fictional isn’t the point. we are calling out something that isn’t right, pedophilia. there are probably tons of people who have the age gaps of isabel and gabe and esteban and naomi irl who are in relationships which is not right. the point is is that these ships are pedophilic, and people are justifying pedophilia which is not something that is justifiable. 

#elena of avalor #gababel #esteomi

[iamtotallycool]

Protection

This little Gababel drabble is OLD but I realized that I never posted it here!

I remember some of us from the Elena of Avalor Discord had a drabble prompt list, and I got chosen for Gababel plus: bear hug, nose kiss, and holding hand out of comfort.

I think my roommate and I were on a “Bones” marathon at the time, so a Crime Fighting duo AU idea got me strong, so it's a little angsty...

Enjoy!

It was always a Thursday tradition that FBI Agent Gabriel Nunez and Dr. Isabel Castillo-Flores would stop by Nunez and Sons to pick up a fresh batch of Conchas. Gabe's mother had been insistent that they extra to share with the rest of the team when their weekly get together was cut short by a call about a body found in Castillo Park.

Now, Isabel feared that those delicious treats would be going stale now, along with their morning coffees from the office as their car continued to speed down the main street of Avalor Capital.

Finally, Isabel couldn't focus anymore on the monotonous scene speeding outside her window and turned back to her partner.

Gabe hadn't said a word since they had left the crime scene. She hadn't expected him to. She had been just as pensive with the reinvestigation of her own parents murder six months ago. Still, that nagging feeling of worry was scratching furiously at her conscience.

"Gabe," Isabel said softly as she reached over and laced her fingers through his hand that was laying on his thigh. "Gabe, would you please talk--"

The sound of Gabe's cellphone that hung from the dashboard mount shrilled loudly, with the caller id reading Museo Nacional del Prado on the screen.

Gabe released her hand and answered his phone without any hesitation.

"This is Nunez."

"Hey Gabe," Elena's distinct voice called out from the speaker. "Are you there with Isa?"

"I'm here."

"I just got the case reports." There was a pause. "Are they true?"

Isabel was suddenly able to hear the background noise that was happening on the other end of the line with how silent it became.

"The slice across the trachea is clearly made from a heavy, an extremely sharp object," Isabel said carefully. "And the fracture on the victim's left humerus and right patella are consistent with--"

"It's Guapo," Gabe interrupted bluntly. "He's back."

Another uncomfortable pause.

"I'll let Esteban know then he'll need to request all the evidence we gathered last time so we can reopen the case." Elena sighed, "Hopefully he can be civilized when he asks Dona Paloma this time."

"We're heading to Lieutenant Rivera's house now to talk to his wife and see if she can give us any clues," Gabe said, his hard tone not wavering. 

"Olivia and I will get to work on examining the remains when they arrive," Mateo's voice then chimed in. Isabel should have expected him to be right beside Elena, he always was nowadays.

"Right, and I'm going to make it clear now that from here on out, I want you getting straight to the point. No time for fancy terminology or ramblings, okay Mateo?" Gabe's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. "That includes your 'King of the Lab' shtick too."

Isabel felt her mouth drop open in horror.

"We'll call you back later," Gabe declared as his hand went up to his phone.

"Wait Gabe, you can't just--" Elena began angrily, but she was cut off as Gabe his the 'end call' button and the car became eerily silent.

Isabel's hand curled into a fist, she had tried to be calm and sympathetic, but after that stunt, annoyance and frustration flared up hot and high. 

"Gabe, pull over," She said through gritted teeth.

"What?"

"Pull over now!"

The car veered hard off to the side of the road, causing some not so happy drivers to honk furiously at them. But they were ignored as Gabe instinctively put the car in park and shut off in record time.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong with me, but you clearly aren't!" Isabel exclaimed as she angled her body to face him more. "And we aren't leaving here until you talk about it."

"We aren't in a therapy session with Naomi, Isa," Gabe shut his eyes tight and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Right now we need to go catch a killer."

"You're right, we do have a killer to catch," Isabel said as she grabbed ahold of his hand again, this time with a tighter grip. "But we've worked plenty of cases until now and you've never shut down and you've certainly never snapped on your other team members in a way that was clearly uncalled for."

Gabe didn't open his eyes, but she felt his squeeze back her hand, and this encouraged Isabel to continue.

"I'm so sorry that Guapo took a great friend and comrade last time and you feel like he died in vain. Trust me though, I know exactly how it feels to have your worst memories and nightmares cut open and pulled out without any warning." Isabel put her other hand atop of their clasped ones. "This time is different though, we are already a few steps ahead and that is why we will catch him."

"You're right that it is different this time," Gabe said as he finally looked towards her. "Because there's so much more I stand to lose now!"

Gabe let out a shuddering breath he placed his forehead against their joined hands.

"Elena and Mateo told me they want to me be the baby's godfather when she's born, I just started fixing my relationship with my father, I consider all the team my family, and..." Gabe's eyes, which were so full of anxiety and fear, met her own. "You are so much more to me now, not just my partner, but practically my soul mate."

Isabel bit her lip as her heart ached at his confession and released his hand. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and with a little maneuvering climbed over the middle console and onto Gabe's lap.

"I know you're scared, and so am I" Isabel said as she cupped his face gently, rubbing small circles over his stubble. "My every thought when Guapo kidnapped you was how I didn't know if I would ever recover if I lost you. And I won't let him to take you from me again."

"My biggest fear though, is that he'll come after one of you," Gabe whispered. "He's a complete psychopath who thinks that his sadistic and medieval obstacle course weeds out 'weak soldiers,' and if I almost barely made it out, who's to say what he'll do to any of you."

"We are all are not the same people we were a year ago. We've all had a lot more to gain," Isabel continued on bravely as she pressed her forehead against his. "So that also means we all have more of a reason to fight and stay strong together to make sure that Guapo will never hurt another person ever again."

Isabel then placed a kiss on his forehead. Then another one, this time longer and on the scar that was over his eyebrow, the only lasting scar from his first encounter with Guapo, and what usually caused him to wake up in a cold sweat at night. And just for good measure, placed one more on the tip of his nose.

Her lips had barely left Gabe's skin when he pulled her back towards him and wrapped her in a crushing embrace. His hands gripped her clothes tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder.

Isabel returned the gesture and moved around as much as she could so that not even a centimeter of space was between them.

As Isabel pressed her face into Gabe's leather jacket, Isabel uncharacteristically couldn't help but almost pity Guapo. It was truly a mistake for him to resurface as they had greatly matured from only being the rigid ex-solider and naïve grad student.

And with the unquestionable and unbreakable bond the two of them shared now, his days were all but numbered.

#Disney #disney jr #Elena of Avalor #Isabel Castillo Flores #gabe nunez #gababel #older!gababel #AU

[shasta627]

EoA Appreciation Week: Day 4 - Training

Sooo.....I’m not sure many people will remember but last year I wrote a fic for EoA week about Isabel wanting Gabe to teach her how to play Olaball because she thought it would make her less “boring” and that people would like her more if she could play it etc, etc. In the end Gabe figures out why she takes such a sudden interest in the sport and reassures her that she’s perfect the way she is, and shouldn’t be ashamed of her intellect and different hobbies and interests, regardless of what other people think. Anyway, she decides to take his advice but still wants to learn how to “play it her way~” and so he promises to teach her, which is what inspired me to make this pic because it goes along so well with today’s theme 💙 

(I also took the liberty of changing the Olaball outfits a bit, since they’re just training and not actually playing in a real competition I kinda just wanted to draw Gabe’s arms sue me, and just for reference I picture Isabel to be around 15/16 here 😜 ) 

#elena of avalor #gabe nunez #isabel castillo flores #gababel #??? #slightly?? #lol #theyre still just friends here #also Idk how to shaaadeee someone send help #or do backgrounds #lots of yikes #eoa appreciation week