#writing feliepa

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 1: Sunset

Pepa sat down on the hillside overlooking the meadow. Today was easier than usual. She had been tasked with drying out a field that had gotten flooded when the river grew too full. It had been a rainy spring. Not her fault, of course. Okay, maybe some of it was her fault. Her boyfriend, Carlos, had broken up with her, and she took it pretty hard. But not all of it! Not all weather was her fault. She kept trying to tell people, and no one listened…

Thankfully, drying things out didn’t tax her as much as making it rain did. All she had to do was think happy thoughts and the sun came beaming down, strengthened by her gift. Usually, she’d think of her siblings. Or if there was a cute boy that she had her eye on, that worked too. When she was younger, it was animals that did the trick. She had no shortage of happy thoughts. It was the sad ones that were harder.

She’d settled in with her book, opening it eagerly. It was a new book, and she was dying to see how it would end.

A couple chapters in, she felt a shadow blocking the sunlight. Peering up, she saw a guy she didn’t recognize. Someone new, in their town? That didn’t happen often.

“Mind if I join you?” He spoke up.

“Go right ahead.” She folded the corner of her page and closed the book, setting it on the grass beside her.

“Hope I didn’t interrupt you reading.” He sat down next to her.

“No, it’s fine.” She was dying to know what happened next, but this new guy intrigued her. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?”

He nodded. “My family just moved here. My name’s Félix.”

“Pepa.” She took his proffered hand, shaking it. His hand felt strong, rough. Pepa felt sparks go through her that had nothing to do with her gift.

 “It’s nice to meet you, Pepa. I was exploring around and came upon this little meadow here.” He held a hand in front of his face conspiratorially. “To be honest, I needed a break from my little siblings. They drive me crazy sometimes.”

Pepa laughed at the comment. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Five. And I’m the oldest.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “Do you have siblings?”

She nodded. “A brother and sister, but we’re triplets, so no one is really the oldest. Well, Julieta acts like she is, but she’s only like five minutes older. Can’t have gained that much wisdom during that time.”

His laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard. “Oh, I’m sure she gained so much wisdom. Those five minutes were very important.”

Pepa gasped and shoved him reflexively.

He fell over. For a second, Pepa was afraid she’d hurt him, but he sat up like nothing was wrong. “Hey, us older siblings have to stick together!” He defended himself.

“She’s not-“ Pepa began, outraged, but stopped short at the grin that cracked on his face.

“I’m kidding.” He shook his head good-naturedly. “Lighten up, Pepa.”

Those words struck dangerously close to home. How many times had the other kids told her the same thing? How many times had her mamá warned her to rein in her emotions? She blinked rapidly to quell the tears. Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies…

Félix cleared his throat. “Okay, that was a bad joke. Sorry.” He offered her a sheepish smile. “Anyway…you said you had a brother too?”

“Bruno.” Her voice was flat. She’d managed to stop the spiral, but it always took her a little bit to pull herself out of a funk. “His name’s Bruno.”

“Bruno.” Félix scratched his head. “I haven’t met him yet.”

Pepa barked a laugh. “I don’t imagine you would have. He hardly ever leaves his tower.”

“Tower?”

Pepa gestured towards their casita. It was barely visible from this distance, but one could still make out the distinctive shape of a tower.

“Okay, Bruno has a tower. Why not?”

Pepa appreciated his nonchalance. People weren’t so accepting of Bruno. Granted, Félix hadn’t met him yet, but Pepa had a feeling he’d be different. He was so friendly; she just couldn’t imagine him being mean to Bruno.

“Wait…” Félix appeared to be puzzling something out. “My papá said that’s where the Madrigals live. Are you a Madrigal? Is it true what people say, about the magic gifts?” He sounded genuinely curious, his voice lacking the usual tone of suspicion.

“Yes, I’m a Madrigal,” Pepa said simply, ignoring the second question. “Tell me about your family. I feel like we’ve just been talking about mine.”

Caught off guard by her abruptness, Félix shrugged. “Well, they don’t have magic gifts, but they’re still pretty cool. Most of the time. My papá is named Roberto, my mamá is Antonia, and then there’s my siblings: Felipe…”

If Pepa said she remembered all the names he listed off, she’d be lying. She was too focused on the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, the excitement in his voice as he told her about all his family members. It was clear he loved them very much, and she found that sweet.

Suddenly, he stopped talking. “Is it just me, or did the sun get brighter?” He shielded his eyes, glancing up at the sky.

Horrified, Pepa followed his eyes. It was true. She’d become so happy, enthralled by his presence, that she’d unwittingly made the sun shine more brightly. “Sorry,” she apologized, rubbing the end of her braid nervously.

“Why are you sorry?” He asked, confused. “It’s not like you control the sun.” He tried to meet her eyes, which bored firmly into the ground. “Wait- do you control the sun?” The realization seemed to dawn on him. “Is that your gift? You control the sun?”

He sounded awed, not scared. Pepa took that as a good sign. “Technically, I affect the sun,” she corrected. “Other weather too. It’s connected to my emotions.”

Her cheeks grew red. Why did she admit that? Félix had a way of disarming her. She was in trouble if he kept going like this.

But he seemed to take it in stride. “What does bright sunlight mean?” He pointed up at the still blazing sun.

“It means happiness.” A thin veil of fog enveloped Pepa, for which she was grateful.

“And the fog?” Félix observed her. “Wait, you’re blushing. Are you okay?” His eyebrows wrinkled concernedly.

She gave a noncommittal shrug. “Whatever I feel visibly manifests as various weather phenomena. My emotions are on full display for everyone all the time.” She swept her hand over her head. “You tell me if I’m okay.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he deduced. He scooted closer to her. “That seems like… a lot.”

She scoffed. “You can say that again! Julieta got the most useful gift. She can heal people with her food. And Bruno, he sees the future. What do I get? Here, Pepa; why don’t you get a gift that makes you thunderstorm when you’re mad and rain when you’re sad? That’ll surely help the town!” She huffed. The cloud that had sprung up overhead weighed heavily on her.

Félix studied her. “And makes the sun shine when you’re happy,” he pointed out.

“What?” Pepa was still mired down in her turmoil.

“Earlier, when the sun was brighter, you said it was because you’re happy.” He reached out his hand towards her, placing it on the grass between them. “So it’s not all bad.”

“I suppose not,” she conceded. “It’s still dumb though. And a lot of pressure. You try dealing with the knowledge that the town’s crops depend on how you feel that year.”

“Because you’re so happy you’ll dry them out?”

“Try because if I’m too sad I’ll drown them.” Pepa hmphed. The corner of her lip curved upward though in recognition of his attempt to cheer her up.

“I see.” Félix tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Guess we’ll just have to make sure you stay happy.”

Again, the words she’d heard a million times before came out of his mouth. Once again, they lacked the tinge of cruelty that normally accompanied them. She peered over through her fingers to see him beaming at her. “Good luck with that.”

“I seem to be doing a pretty good job so far. You were happy earlier,” he noted with a smirk.

Pepa couldn’t help the smile that erupted on her face.

“There’s that beautiful smile,” Félix said. “Glad to see it again.”

Was he flirting with her? Pepa couldn’t believe it. Okay, lots of boys had flirted with her, but this one was different. He was special. She could feel it. With a start, she looked up to find the cloud had vanished and the sun had returned to its previous brightness; albeit far lower in the sky.

She cleared her throat. “It’s getting late.” She pointed towards the setting sun. “I should get back home before my mamá starts wondering where I am.”

“Of course.” Félix helped her up. “Wouldn’t want her to think you were out with a boy or something.” His lip quirked into a smile.

Oh, he was definitely flirting with her. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” She flashed him a coy smile. Two could play at that game.

They walked back together until he reached the street where his family lived. “Until next time, rayo de sol.” He waved goodbye.

The townspeople who were outside later said they’d never seen such a brilliant sunset.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encantober #pepa x felix #encanto #felix x pepa #encantober 2023 #sunset #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing feliepa #gonna try to do encantober this year #let's see how it goes

[rabbit-head-007]

A new chapter is out! Lots of warmth between Félix and Pepa as she shows him around the town, and he’s introduced to the remaining Madrigal triplets! Bruno brings forth an ominous prophecy in their future…👀

#it was very fun writing the four of them interacting! #encanto #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #feliepa #encanto fic #please let me know what you think! #my art

[warriorcatsofficialfacts]

The guy who's writing Sawcanto (who the only reason they haven't updated is bc they're dealing with rl issues trust me they try to get a chapter of any of their fics out once a week and the second the most recent chapter of their t4t Feliepa fic comes out they'll work on Sawcanto they promise) has the most spectacular, superb, delicate, top tier taste in food

reese you literally hate mushrooms

#you are never being released from jail

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 17: Home

Her whole life, Pepa had never quite felt like she belonged. She’d always been a little…too much for people, standing out from her quiet, more reserved siblings even as a small child. For as long as she could remember, she’d been outgoing, boisterous, full of life. Then the gifts came and sealed her fate.

Her siblings had gotten nice, respectable gifts. Bruno could see the future. Incredible! Julieta could heal people with her food. What could be more useful than that? And what did she get? Her emotions could affect the weather. That was the gift, she, Pepa, the person who had more feelings than she knew what to do with, had gotten. So now, not only would she cry at random times, but she would also make it rain.

She was sooo grateful for her gift.

All the hopes she’d had about going to school and making lots of friends who were like her, who loved to talk and play and be with other people, evaporated. Who would want to be friends with the weather freak who made it rain when she was upset? Or who would strike people down with lightning if she got mad at them?

For the record, she had never actually struck anyone with lightning. She wasn’t even sure how that ridiculous rumor got started. But seeing that she couldn’t fight it, she embraced it. As long as they were afraid of her, they’d think twice about mocking her.

Eventually, the crazy rumors died down. Once people gave Pepa a chance, they discovered she was actually lots of fun to be around and a really great person…who just happened to have her feelings broadcast in the sky. Which left her at a distinct disadvantage when it came to relationships, because people would always know how she felt without returning the favor.

No matter. Pepa had managed to get some control over her gift. Well, no, that wasn’t quite right, but she did figure out that as long as she avoided negative emotions, bad weather wouldn’t happen. So all she had to do was just keep positive, and it would be clear skies from here on out! Easy.

Except…no it wasn’t. After a long day of keeping up appearances, she’d come home and…keep up appearances some more because her mamá didn’t like it when her weather acted up. The only place she was really free to be herself was in her bedroom, where she could let out all the rain and wind and thunder, all by herself.

Obviously, she’d never be able to be that open with someone else.

Having accepted that dismaying prospect, she made lots of friends, had relationships. Everyone wanted to be with the sunshine girl. However then, even then she had to be careful. Turns out, when her sun was too bright, it burned people. Not literally- she wasn’t that powerful. Just…people were uncomfortable with it, like all her other weather. Even her joy was something she had to downplay. It was the only way people would accept her.

Until she met Félix. He moved to their town later in their teenage years. Pepa had never met anyone like him. Félix was full of life, outgoing, energetic…just like her. Pepa found herself being the quieter one in a conversation for once, because Félix loved to talk. She didn’t mind listening; he was very interesting. Like her, he loved music and dancing, and once she found out he could play the tiple (courtesy of a surprise late night serenade), most of their dates involved music in some way, shape, or form. Most other guys would tire out way before Pepa was done dancing, but not Félix. Though he was strong and solidly built, he was surprisingly light on his feet and had some fancy moves. He especially liked to dip Pepa down, swooping her in a way that had her heart swooping long after he’d brought her back up.

What she found most amazing was he didn’t even mind her weather. He was aware of her gift, but she managed to shield him from the worst of it for a long time. Until one day, she was sitting in the meadow, alone, crying. Something had upset her; she couldn’t remember what specifically. There were so many things it could have been. This was her little way of coping- just letting out the rain in a safe place, where no one would see her.

But then Félix wandered up. He looked surprised to see her there, and she noticed his eyes drift up to the cloud hanging above her head.

Her stomach sank. Here it is, she thought miserably. It was nice while it lasted.

He frowned.

Pepa hid her face, not wanting to see him as he walked away.

To her shock, he didn’t. Instead, he joined her, sitting down on the waterlogged earth next to her. It didn’t bother him that she felt upset. Everyone felt bad sometimes, he said. Her bad feelings just happened to be a little more externalized. He joked that her weather made it easier for him to know how she was, that he didn’t have to guess like so many other guys did with their girls.

A stupid joke, but it made her chuckle.

He wiped the tears off her face and held her until she stopped crying.

He stayed.

Pepa couldn’t believe it. He stayed. At that moment, she knew that she wanted him to stay forever.

Amazingly, he did. He stayed through years of turmoil, anxieties, insecurity, no matter how much she insisted he’d be better off without her. Thanks to him, there was also joy, laughter, adventure, love… She never had to dim her sun around him. He could handle her brightness.

He was the only person that could handle all of her, and so she wanted to show him all of her. When he proposed, she had told him as much. He’d laughed, saying the romance novels got to her head, but he seemed flattered, saying it was an honor to be getting all of Pepa Madrigal. And meant it.

They were married on a wonderful day. Although her weather had acted up worse than ever before, Pepa felt safe. Félix hadn’t let go of her for one moment. He was seeing her at her absolute worst, and he still looked at her like she put the sun in the sky (which was only sometimes true).

Despite everything, she knew that after the wedding, she would return to her casita with him. Gone were the days of having to put on a brave face for everyone else. He encouraged her to let everything out, even if it was bad. Her sanctuary of self-expression now included him.

But to be completely honest, it didn’t matter to Pepa where they lived. Anywhere with Félix would feel like home.

Because he was her home.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #encantober #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing feliepa #home #not to be cheesy guys #but after trying to explore other characters for a bit #writing pepa again felt like coming home

[foreveranevilregal]

Basic trope I really want to see😌:

Pepa and Felix just started dating or aren't dating yet, and there's a situation where they have no choice but share the same bed

If you can make it rather super fluff or suggestive but not smut

I'm back! Sorry this took so long, I just really wanted to get the idea right. Enjoy!

“Thank you so much for taking us in, doña Alma,” Félix’s mother gushed as the other woman opened the door to let them in.

“Claro, I am always happy to help, Antonia.” Alma stepped aside to allow the family to enter. “As long as we’re here, no one in our encanto will go unhelped.”

Antonia gave a grateful nod before fixing her youngest with a stern glare. “Of course, we wouldn’t need the help if someone hadn’t used the stove by himself when he knows he’s not supposed to.”

Her pronouncement was met with murmurs from the Madrigal triplets. Julieta let out a soft “Oh, Felipe…”

Felipe turned around guiltily; the edges of his mouth crusted over with crumbs. “Lo siento, mamá,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food. “I was just hungry and thought I could do it myself.”

“You know you shouldn’t touch the stove, it’s dangerous,” his mamá reminded him, though she didn’t sound angry. “I don’t care how hungry you are.”

His tummy grumbled. “Mamá, I’m hungry again.”

Julieta observed the exchange with a sympathetic smile. “Come on, Felipe, I’ll get you some food.” She put a hand on his shoulder and ushered him towards the kitchen.

“Muchas gracias, Julieta.” Antonia offered her a grateful smile. She turned to Alma. “It’ll take at least a week to rebuild the parts that burned down. Are you sure you can have us stay with you for that long?”

“Absolutely.” Alma waved the question aside as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world. “There is plenty of room in our home. And none of us mind. Right?” She faced her children.

“We’re always happy to see the Castillos,” Julieta said, having returned from the kitchen with a content Felipe, who was munching on some arepas.

Pepa and Bruno fervently nodded their agreement, the former giving Félix’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

“I think Pepa is happier to see one of them more than the rest,” Bruno whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Julieta, just loud enough for Pepa to hear.

Julieta flashed him a warning look through the fog that had suddenly enveloped them. “Don’t, Bruno.”

He offered an apologetic shrug to Pepa and Félix, both of whose cheeks heated with embarrassment.

Alma watched the situation unfold in front of her. “Which brings me to sleeping arrangements.” She clasped her hands in front of herself. “Félix, you can sleep in Bruno’s room,” she decided, preempting any argument. “Bruno will, of course, be happy to share with you.”

Bruno appeared doubtful at the pronouncement. “Of course, mamá.” He clapped a hand on Félix’s back. “Guess we’re bunking together. Come on, let’s get your stuff put away.”

Pepa also seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of having Félix whisked away but made no attempt to argue. Reluctantly, she dropped his hand from her own and allowed him to walk away with Bruno.

“Now the rest of the children…” Alma pursed her lips in thought. “Unfortunately, Bruno doesn’t do too well with lots of people around, so you’ll have to sleep elsewhere. Julieta will provide you with some cots. There is plenty of room for everyone in this house.” She swept her hand around the empty space to illustrate her point.

“We’ll figure something out,” Julieta promised, frowning slightly as she surveyed the remaining members of the Castillo family still standing in the hallway. “Casita hasn’t let us down yet.” She helped the family gather their belongings and led them upstairs.

Only Alma and Pepa were left in the hallway now. Pepa played with the edges of her hair anxiously. Leave it to Bruno to embarrass her in front of both their mother and Félix’s entire family.  Their relationship was still so new, and they didn’t need unnecessary attention drawn to it.

They stood together, the awkward silence permeating the air around them. Alma studied Pepa, tilting her head to one side gently. Meanwhile, Pepa wondered what to say. Should she even say anything? Sure, it was nice of her mamá to offer to house the displaced Castillos for the time being, but was it her place to say something? Would it come off weird? Her fingers snagged on errant tangles in her unruly hair as she pondered what to do.

Finally, Alma rendered her dilemma a moot point, declaring that she should get back to work and leaving the implication that Pepa should do the same unstated. On her way out, she placed a hand on Pepa’s shoulder, facing her. “The Castillos are a good family.” She cleared her throat. “Félix, he’s a good boy, from a good family.” A slight smile curled the corners of her lips. “You chose well.”

Before Pepa could even process her words, Alma was gone. Did her mother finally approve of one of her decisions? She’d heard an earful about her previous romantic partners (though she’d presented most of them as good friends…). But she had nothing but good things to say about Félix.

What was that comment about him being from a good family though? Was that her roundabout way of warning Pepa not to sneak in to see him during the night? Well, Pepa wasn’t going to do that anyway. She valued her life, and she didn’t put it past Casita (or her siblings, for that matter) to rat her out.

No, Pepa would be good. There you go, mamá, she thought. A good girl from a good family. Of course, she’d rather fall asleep in Félix’s arms. He was so comforting and warm, driving all her worries away instantly and lulling her to sleep. Not that it happened a lot. There was that one night when they’d accidentally fallen asleep together in the meadow, but it was only once. Julieta had covered for her, but it wasn’t like they’d even done anything. Okay, she wouldn’t exactly want to tell her mother everything that happened, but she could honestly say that they didn’t do anything bad (according to her mother’s definition, anyway. She didn’t think it was bad, but she wasn’t about to provoke her mother’s wrath).

Sighing, she swatted at the fog that had collected around her and went to distract herself by keeping busy. The less she thought about Félix sleeping under the same roof as her, the easier this would be to bear.

~  ~  ~

“Are you sure about this?” Félix sounded uncharacteristically nervous.

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” Bruno arched an eyebrow skeptically.

“No, no, I haven’t!” Félix reassured him. “But what if it doesn’t work? Your mamá can be…scary.” He shuddered.

“It’ll work. Trust me.” Bruno fiddled with the door, turning a variety of knobs shaped like hourglasses. “Just gotta…” His tongue wedged between his teeth in concentration as he finally positioned the last one and the heavy door swung open. “Tada!” He proclaimed, stepping aside to allow Félix in.

Félix stepped inside, taking it all in. “It’s gotten bigger since the last time I was here,” he observed. Frowning, he tapped the side of his sandal against a nearby rock to knock off the sand.

“Yeah, people are asking for bigger visions, so I need more space,” Bruno explained, mirroring his action. “You get used to it.” He tilted his head towards the now sandy rock.

“Ah.” Félix sounded unconvinced. “So…do I just wait for your signal or?”

Bruno smacked his forehead. “Lo siento, hombre, thought I explained the plan to you already. We’re just going to wait a while until it’s time for bed and then,” he took a dramatic breath, “the show begins.”

Félix must have still appeared hesitant because Bruno clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s all going to be good,” he promised, sounding uncharacteristically confident. “I think you need a distraction.”

“A distraction would be good,” Félix agreed, dropping his bag on the ground.

“Wonderful.” Bruno clapped his hands then started scrounging around in a small dresser, pulling out a notebook with a triumphant flourish. “Because I just finished writing my play and I’ve been looking for an audience.”

“Audience?” Félix looked around the cavernous space, perplexed, before realizing Bruno must have meant him. “Oh…” He recovered quickly. “But if I’m in the audience, who’s going to act it out with you?”

Bruno laughed. “I won’t be acting, hermano. I am the director.” He panned his hands in front of his face dreamily. “No, no. I’ve been training my rats and I think they finally got their parts down.”

“Your…” Félix shook his head in disbelief then shrugged. Looking around for a place to sit, he settled down on a relatively sand-free patch of ground. “I have to see this.”

“Okay.” Bruno pulled the curtain away from a flat rock masquerading as a makeshift stage. “We start off in a small village, deep in the Colombian jungle…”

Sooner than Félix expected, he found himself clapping enthusiastically as the curtain fell. Bruno’s play had certainly been engrossing: dramatic and suspenseful and twisty, winding around like the river that surrounded their town. His eyes were wide as saucers as he’d watched the story unfold; decades of love and betrayal and a family that could never learn from its mistakes. “Bruno, that was amazing.”

“You really think so?” Bruno scooped up the rats scurrying around the stage and deposited them on the ground off to the side. “I’ve been working on it a while.”

“Kept my attention, and I don’t even like stories like that.” Félix snorted. “Still can’t believe almost everyone died. Where do you come up with this stuff?”

Bruno shrugged. “A little from here, a little from there.” He mimed plucking fruit out of the air. “Inspiration is everywhere.”

Félix just laughed in response.

Suddenly, Bruno shushed him, ear tilting towards the door.

“Did you just shush-“

“Shh!” Bruno waved his hands around emphatically. “I’m trying to listen.”

Félix concentrated his attention on the door. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly!” Bruno exclaimed. He walked to the door, pressing his ear to the crack just to be sure. “Now’s our chance!”

He led Félix to the door, tossing his bag at him as an afterthought. “All you gotta do is go down these steps, down the hall, take a right, and- well, you know what Pepa’s door looks like.”

 Félix chuckled. “That I do. But what if I run into someone?”

Bruno screwed up his features in thought. “Just say I kicked you out because,” he tapped his chin, “I freaked out or something.” He nodded in approval of his own improvisation.

“Say that you kicked me out?” Félix repeated doubtfully.

Bruno tilted his head self-effacingly. “I do weird things all the time.” At the sight of Félix opening his mouth, he held his hand to quell his protests. “Nah, it’s okay, I know I do. Trust me, no one will question it. People have learned better. Just say it had something to do with my visions and no one will dare say anything.”

Félix considered this. “Wait, so do you lie about visions to get out of doing stuff all the time or?”

The rest of his question was cut off by Bruno shoving him out of the room roughly. “I’ve said too much. Now go.” He sent Félix off with a small smile and waggle of his fingers, then swiftly disappeared back into his room.

“Thanks for the help, hombre.” Félix sighed. “Okay. Just gotta make it down to Pepa’s room…”

He got halfway down the hall before running into Alma. “Doña Alma!” He exclaimed, voice squeaking at the end.

“Félix?” She frowned. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Bruno?”

“Ah, yeah, he, uh, had some kind of vision and said he needed the full space to himself?” Even to Félix, the excuse sounded ridiculous, but Alma merely nodded.

“Claro. Mi pobrecito, he always gets visions at the most inconvenient times, and it’s not like he can just turn them off. But maybe it’s over now. Let’s go check and see.” Alma took him by the arm and began walking him back the way he came.

“¿Qué?” Félix’s eyes widened in horror. “We don’t want to interrupt him if it’s still going on,” he said pleadingly, hoping it was enough to deter the older woman’s quest.

“His visions don’t usually last very long. It should be over by now.” They’d reached his door. Alma rapped on the door sharply. “Bruno!” She called out.

There was no response. Instead, they heard scattered noises from inside.

Alma knocked on the door again, more urgently this time. “Brunito! ¿Estás bien?”

Finally, the door opened to reveal a somewhat winded Bruno. His ruana was disheveled and dusty, like he’d been rolling around in the sand. “Mamá!” He turned from one to the other. “Félix! What are you two doing here?”

Alma placed a hand on his shoulder lovingly. “Félix here told me you were having a vision and we wanted to check on you.”

Bruno rubbed his arm nervously. “Sorry for putting you out there, Félix. Ironically, you can’t predict when you have a vision, huh?” He let out an anxious chuckle. “I’m okay, just need my privacy. For some reason, I can’t see the visions as clearly when there are people around, and I did not want to interrupt this one.”

“Was it something bad? Bruno, you have to tell me…” She stared at him concernedly.

Suddenly, his body went rigid. His eyes were wide open, fixed on something in the distance, gaze unfocused. “It’s coming back.”

Alma and Félix took a step back. “What?”

“The vision! It’s coming back!” Bruno yelled. He began gesticulating wildly with his hands and muttering to himself.

Félix almost bought it, but he heard snippets of the play he’d just seen interspersed with the other ravings. He had to admit, Bruno’s commitment was phenomenal. Trying to act scared, he shuffled behind Alma. “Perhaps we should go, doña Alma,” he suggested timidly.

“I can’t hold it off! You have to leave!” Bruno almost knocked the lamp out of Alma’s hand with a particularly erratic wave.

Frightened, Alma ushered Félix away from the room. “Ay, he suffers so much. I hope he is okay.” Her eyebrows knitted together with worry. “I’ll check on him in the morning. But for now, we need to find you a new place to sleep.”

Not trusting himself to speak, Félix merely nodded.

Alma led him back down the hallway, stopping in front of Julieta’s room. “Her room is filled with extra beds and cots, because of her gift,” she explained, giving the door a couple taps. “She’ll be able to find one for you.”

Julieta opened the door, staring at the pair in shock. “Mamá! Félix! What’s going on?”

“Bruno had a vision, so Félix couldn’t stay with him.”

“Ah.” Julieta pursed her lips. “Is that what all that yelling was?”

Alma nodded. “I ran into Félix in the hallway. I suppose he was on his way down to ask you for a cot, but I figured I’d accompany him.” Her grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly.

“I see.” Julieta gulped. “Well, why don’t you come in, Félix? I’m sure we’ll find you a place to sleep.”

“Gracias, Julieta.” Félix stepped inside. Cots were strewn throughout the room, most of them occupied by his sleeping siblings. “I appreciate you doing this for me.”

Julieta busied herself looking through the supplies piled around. “I’m sure there’s an extra cot here somewhere.” She directed her words more towards the door than Félix standing next to her. “We’ll get you set up in no time.”

“Oh, Félix can take it with him,” Alma said unconcernedly. “The house is big; he’ll find a place to sleep. Besides, it wouldn’t be proper for him to be in here with you.”

Swallowing hard, Julieta nodded. “Of course, mamá. I’ll just give him what he needs and he’ll be on his way.” She struggled with an empty cot that was stuck between two other cots.

“Félix, you’re a strong young man; help Julieta with that cot.” Alma directed them.

“Lo siento.” Félix hefted the cot, smiling uneasily at Alma.

“Bueno.” Alma clapped her hands in satisfaction. “Sleep well. Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches,” they wished, watching her silhouetted form shrink as she walked down the dark hallway.

As soon as they heard her door close, Félix dropped the cot with a thud. “That was close.”

“I’ll say.” Julieta chewed her lower lip. “This wasn’t the plan. What happened?”

“I was walking towards Pepa’s room when she intercepted me. She took me to check on Bruno and his ‘vision’,” Félix put up air quotes, “then dragged me here.”

“Ay, Bruno.” Julieta shook her head. “He could never pass up the chance to perform.”

“His performance was amazing.” Félix whistled. “I would’ve bought it if I didn’t know about the plan.”

“But you do and we’ve already deviated from it enough,” Julieta fretted. “The more time we spend talking about it, the more likely something else can go wrong. Leave the cot to me; get changed, wash up, and get over to Pepa’s room!” She thrust his rucksack into his arms.

“Thanks for helping me out, Juli,” he said as Julieta walked him to her door.

“Anytime, you guys are adorable, now go!”

For the second time that night, Félix found himself pushed out of a Madrigal triplet’s bedroom.

~ ~ ~

Pepa couldn’t fall asleep. Which wasn’t unusual; her racing thoughts often kept her awake late into the night. But she felt restless tonight. Félix was here, sleeping in the same house, and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodnight to him. He was probably fast asleep now, in Bruno’s cave room, while she tossed and turned all by herself.

A tiny noise came from the direction of the door. Pepa bolted right up. Was someone knocking on her door? Dragging herself out of bed, she went to check.

“Is someone out there?” She whispered, slowly turning the doorknob before anyone could answer. The door creaked open to reveal…

“Félix!” Pepa squealed giddily.

Indeed, he was standing in the hallway before her door, in his nightclothes. “Hola, Pepi.” He waved shyly.

Pepa glanced around from side to side, making sure no one was watching, before yanking him inside and crushing him in a hug. She shut the door behind herself. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining, of course.” She let out a flirty laugh, tucking in a stand of hair behind her ear. “But weren’t you supposed to be sleeping in Bruno’s room? Or cave or whatever,” she added disgustedly.

“Hey, his room isn’t so bad,” Félix defended, sitting down on the bed. “But unfortunately, he had a vision and I couldn’t stay.”

“Tonight?” Pepa asked doubtfully, joining him on the bed and interlacing their fingers.

“Yeah, he said something about the visions being unpredictable.” Félix shrugged. “But he needed complete privacy, so he kicked me out.

“Okay…” Pepa’s eyes narrowed. “So how’d you end up here? Again, not complaining.” She squeezed his hand. “There’s no way mama would allow it!”

“Funny you should mention her.” Félix scooted closer to Pepa. “I ran into her on the way out of Bruno’s room. She took me to Julieta to get a cot.”

“And?”

“Well, obviously, Julieta searched very hard for a cot, but she just couldn’t find one.” Félix wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into himself.

“What? That’s ridiculous. She has like twenty extra cots in there.” Pepa scoffed, leaning her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“They must have all disappeared, because the only place I could sleep tonight was in your room.” Félix kissed her forehead. “Hope you’re still not complaining.”

The truth finally dawned on her. “Never,” she promised him, making a mental note to thank her siblings when they were out of earshot of their mother. “Come on.” She got into her bed, leaving the covers open and making room for him to lie down. “Sorry the bed’s so small. I wasn’t expecting company.” She turned to face him, beaming.

“It’s perfect, because it has you in it.” Félix kissed her lips.

“Coqueto.” Pepa smacked his arm playfully. “Keep talking like that you’ll get us both in trouble.”

Félix seemed to be considering her point, but then decided, “I’d rather live to old age.”

“Are you sure?” Pepa quirked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like all of you agrees.”

“Stupid small bed,” Félix grumbled, shifting his body away from her. “I’m sorry, Pepa.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Pepa silenced him with a kiss. “I just wish we didn’t have to be so ‘proper’.” She put up air quotes mockingly.

“We’re in the same bed and we’re not married; doesn’t seem very proper to me,” Félix noted, pulling Pepa back into himself.

“You know what I mean,” she huffed. “But we can still do other things…” She hooked her leg over his enticingly. “Fun things...” She swung herself on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Oh?” Félix sounded intrigued. “Care to show me?”

Dawn came too soon for Pepa’s liking. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when the sun was already out, shining its annoying light into her bedroom when she was trying to sleep. She yawned softly. They’d been up late, talking and kissing, and cuddling and kissing, and kissing, and kissing…

She touched her lips, awestruck. She couldn’t believe that this had actually happened. Félix had slept in her room, held her, kissed her, wrapped himself around her protectively as they finally drifted off to sleep late into the night. For once, Pepa slept through the entire night. No nightmares. No racing thoughts. Just her and the man that she loved, holding her in his arms.

She could get used to this, she mused, snuggling deeper into his embrace. He was still fast asleep. Yet even in his slumber, he held onto Pepa so tightly, like he wouldn’t let anything come between them.

Soon, he’d have to wake up and leave, before her mother would catch them and burst their peaceful little bubble. But not yet. It could wait a bit longer.

Cocooning herself in his arms, she let out a contented sigh. She wouldn’t mind waking up like this for the rest of her life.

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Pepa with insomnia? And how it affects Felix?

I'm back! I know I took a bit of a break from writing, but I'm back to doing prompts. This was a really fascinating idea; I loved delving into how her anxiety spills into insomnia. It's more of a character study, but I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

It was happening again. The dreams. One minute she was sound asleep, the next she was bolting upright, chest heaving from her jagged breaths. There would be no getting back to sleep. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, planting her feet on the ground.

He must have sensed the shift in the mattress; the way it dipped lower before rising abruptly. A hand reached out towards her. “Can’t sleep again?” He murmured sleepily.

“No,” she answered quietly. Her hand closed over his, giving it a quick squeeze. “Lo siento, mi amor.”

And sorry she was, she reflected; standing up and turning to face her still sleeping husband, whose body sprawled over half the bed, yet did not encroach on the space meant to be hers. Space that was rapidly cooling, leaving the hand resting there touching cold sheets.

She was familiar with the phenomenon, of course, having experienced it on the other side of sunrise. When her racing mind would finally run out of fuel and allow her to rest, she would collapse into bed. If she was lucky, her sleep would overlap somewhat with Félix’s. Usually, she would fall asleep just as he was rising. And then it was her turn to touch cold sheets.

Of course, they were never quite as cold in the morning as they were in the middle of the night when she would rouse.

Everything was worse at night. The darkness thick, enveloping her like an inky fog. The cacophony of jungle sounds all the more jarring without the noises of people going about their day to camouflage it. The thoughts in her head free to take over, unencumbered by the endless list of errands she would undertake during the day to stave them off.

Thoughts that were currently rendering her unable to sleep next to her husband, the way she should be. That caused her to wake up, trying to smooth out the deep shuddering breaths and calm her pounding heart. That hung the cloud over her head whose smothering presence she could feel more than see.

When her mind raced like this, she felt like a windup toy that someone had wound until the key jammed and then stuck in a box; rattling restlessly, unable to rid itself of the pent-up energy inside. Fortunately, though her mind felt trapped, her body was entirely free to move. So move she would.

Crossing to the other side of the bed, she pressed a gentle kiss to Félix’s cheek, whispering another contrite apology. They both knew that her sleepless nights rolled into miserable mornings, when she would show up for breakfast too late, gulping down scalding hot coffee just to keep herself awake through the meal. The coffee made her heart race, and she didn’t love the bitterness, but she’d learned to accept drinking it black.

She’d learned to accept a lot of darkness in her life.

Like how when she was a young girl, she saw things lurking in the shadows that danced on the walls. Things that her mamá insisted firmly were just a figment of her imagination, sometimes accompanied by a touch of exasperation. At a certain point, the idea that Pepa was too old for such nonsense got peppered in. Pepa had never wanted to make her mamá mad, and she knew how hard she worked all day to keep the encanto running smoothly. After a while, she stopped bothering her mamá with her nighttime torment. But she kept seeing them.

Things that Bruno told her were all manner of scary monsters, waiting to snatch her up. The wider her eyes grew in terror, the more he kept embellishing his stories, lips spreading in an indulgent grin until he would break down in laughter and say he was only kidding.

After Julieta realized this was happening, she scolded him sternly, telling him to knock it off. She tried to reassure Pepa, that the shadows were merely objects around the room leaving their grotesquely stretched imprint on the walls. It wasn’t a bogeyman, just a table and lamp casting an unfortunately distorted shadow.

When they turned 5, their casita had given them magical gifts. Bruno had gotten the gift of prophecy. His stories, though they had gotten rarer, were all the more terrifying now, especially when he made his eyes glow green while he was talking.

Julieta had gotten the gift of healing. Pepa had lost count of how many times she had begged her for an arepa or pandebono or something to heal her from the horrors inside her head. Even though Julieta always obliged her with whatever food she had on hand, it never helped.

Pepa got the gift of affecting the weather with her mood. It was small things at first, like a light drizzle when she was upset, or a few extra rays of sunshine when she was happy. But as she grew, her power did too, and soon, her stormy moods became literal.

Although Casita had provided them with their own magical rooms once they received their gifts, the triplets preferred to keep sharing. They had grown used to having each other around as they slept. Pepa especially craved the closeness, clinging to Julieta fiercely, as if her sister could protect her from the threatening shapes.

Eventually, they got too old to keep sharing and relented to sleep in their own rooms. But Pepa snuck in to see Julieta and Bruno more often than not. Mostly Julieta, but she also liked her brother more at night now that he wasn’t exacerbating her fears. Sometimes she would just curl up into Julieta and cry as sleeplessness took over her young self, relishing the comfort her sister would offer in return. But then the next morning, she would see Julieta with bags under her eyes, and her mother’s words would ring in her ears.

Pepa had to learn how to get through nights by herself.

The way she was doing now, she mused, wandering aimlessly through the hallways. Bright moonlight bathed the floors where it shone in through the windows. She climbed down the stairs gingerly, careful not to wake anyone else. Old wooden floors creaked under her feet, and she did her best to keep her footsteps light. The steps cast a strange shadow on the floor, a violent zigzag stretched so far that if it were a physical object, it would have snapped. But she didn’t fear shadows anymore.

Life had gotten a bit easier once she realized that the shadows weren’t figures lurking there just to scare her. It coincided with the triplets going off to school. Being around other kids, she learned very quickly what was normal and what wasn’t. Shadows, even weird ones, were normal.

Her gift, on the other hand, was not. Most of the time, she could keep it in check. Control it, even. Every time she made it rain on the crops, or sunny to dry clothes, people were always grateful to her and her Madrigal gift. But when her emotions overwhelmed her, when she felt the tears flooding her eyes… well… sometimes she actually flooded. Lord knows the floor of her classroom wasn’t in need of rain. Yet rain she did after failing her first test. And the courtyard didn’t need an ugly gash running through it, but she couldn’t control the bolt of lightning that crashed down next to her. In her defense, those boys shouldn’t have been trying to touch her.

Of course, the piéce de résistance of her long list of weather-related disasters was the hurricane she caused on her wedding day. Okay, it wasn’t exactly her fault. Bruno had provoked her. Again. It was his fault she caused a hurricane.

The shadows that haunted her morphed from literal to figurative. Her dreams were no longer filled with shadowy figures waiting to ambush her. Now they featured her schoolmates, laughing at her for crying so hard she ruined her notebook. Calling her names behind her back, many of which her mamá would have washed her mouth out with soap for repeating. Mocking her mercilessly for anything and everything they could think of, from her hair to, later on, how friendly she was with boys. Mostly from boys she wasn’t so friendly with.

She would always wake suddenly, panting hard, with a shadowy cloud overhead. Her heart would pound like a drum and her hands felt clammy and cold, like they did when she’d get sick all the time before Julieta got her gift. Sleep was impossible, so she’d toss and turn futilely until the sun rose above the horizon, heralded by the rooster.

Until she realized that, if she was already unable to sleep, there was no point staying in bed. After that, she would get up and wander around until she tired herself out enough to sleep again. People would comment on her tiredness, and she’d always make up some lame excuse. They’d also comment on how quietly she walked, and how often she’d startle them. It was an ability born of involuntary practice.

When she got older, she started leaving the house; sneaking out silently to meander around town. Seeing her animal friends always helped her feel a little better, especially the dogs, to whom she’d give an affectionate pat on the head. There were a few spots she liked to visit when the worries got too loud, but her favorite was the river.

Her mother didn’t like her going near the river, always cautioning her against it. Pepa supposed she thought it was too dangerous, that Pepa would fall in and get swept away by the current, never to be seen again, or God forbid, drown. This supposition was never brought up to her mother.

However, Pepa was careful not to fall in (and unbeknownst to her mother, a strong swimmer as well). She’d sit by the bank, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she stared into the gleaming blackness of the river, broken up by starlight skittering across the surface. What she really loved about the river was that it was loud. Loud enough to drown out the roaring thoughts inside her head.

This was where she was headed now. She knew Félix would be worried if he woke up yet again to find her half of the bed still empty, so she hoped the thrum of the current would soothe her sooner.

Meeting him had been a godsend. Maybe she was the one that could produce sunlight at will, but he was the real sunshine. Many couples joked about how their spouses were the sun in their lives. In her case, it was actually true.

He’d moved to the encanto when the triplets had turned thirteen. He was a little older, and made his presence known from the get-go. Félix was outgoing, lively, charming, funny... He was able to calm her down when no one else could. She hadn’t even realized she was falling in love with him until one day she saw him holding hands with another girl and got the urge to knock her lights out.

Granted, the other girl would have been all wrong for him. Her friend deserved someone way better. Someone who he enjoyed spending time with, who made him laugh too, who could keep up with his dancing. Someone like…her.

He’d given her a pair of sun earrings after they started officially courting, claiming that when he looked at her, he saw the sun. But he was the real sun. If anything, she was the moon; absorbing brightness from him and reflecting it out into the world. It was a more apt comparison, in her opinion. He was an insufferable morning person, like Julieta. When his enthusiastic effervescence wasn’t getting on her nerves, it gave her the boost she needed to get through those awful morning hours before she fully woke up, even after the coffee kicked in.

And she was a night owl. She liked to stay up late, reading, until his snoring caused her to be unable to focus on what happened with María anymore. Then she’d set her book down and snuggle up next to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. At first, she slept a lot better just having him there next to her. But after a while, her night terrors returned once more.

It got worse after Dolores was born. The pregnancy had been so exhausting, she slept clear through the night. But once she was born, Pepa was back to being as twitchy as a mouse. Her dreams changed to accommodate her new fears of being a bad mother, of not caring for her child properly, losing her, hurting her, failing her. Félix, fortunately, was a heavy sleeper, and hardly woke when she did. Pepa would always take care of any nighttime baby business. It just made sense, seeing as she was already awake. Besides, Félix worked so hard…he deserved his rest.

In between caring for her babies, her sleep fluctuated; sometimes better, sometimes worse.

(Except after Bruno disappeared. Then, she would sleep all day and toss and turn all night. But she couldn’t bear to remember that.)

Félix had been wonderful to her throughout all of parenthood. He insisted on taking a more active role with Camilo, hoping that her insomnia stemmed from motherly obligation, and would always give her a kiss and whispered “sleep well”. But it was pointless. Worse, it was affecting him. Where before he would be the first one at the fields, ready to work, now he would lumber in last, stifling yawns the entire time he was there.

Pepa couldn’t stand to see him like this, so they went back to their earlier routine after Antonio’s surprise arrival. For some reason, he’d been easier. Sure, he had all the typical baby nighttime needs, but more often than not, it was his cries that awoke her rather than the twisted voices in her head chanting their litany of all her shortcomings. She guessed that she’d worked through those particular worries by then.

Eventually, her nocturnal turmoil resumed. It had become a sick sort of routine for them: Pepa waking in the middle of the night, Félix sleeping alone, Pepa stumbling into bed exhausted in the early morning just as Félix was getting ready to start his day. They slept alone more often than either of them would have liked, and she knew he missed her as much as she missed him.

Thankfully, it wasn’t happening nearly as often now. Losing her gift was ironically the best gift she could have asked for. Without a physical and destructive manifestation of her emotions, she’d been able to work through things that had been bothering her since she was a child. Even after it returned, she slept a lot better, and as a result, Félix did too.

She passed the church, its steeple distinctive even in the darkness. When she was younger, she used to pray to God to take the fears away. It didn’t seem to help much. Now she prayed for more important things, like the health of her husband and children. They were all doing fine. Perhaps God liked those prayers better.

A cobblestone jutting up made her lose her footing. She rubbed at her bleary eyes, looking up towards the horizon. The sky was still dark, lacking even the faintest tinge of gray, so she guessed not that long had passed. It wasn’t like she could look at the clock to check. Her feet had become uncertain in her weariness. Time for her to return home.

She slipped into the house unnoticed, climbing back into bed as quietly as she could, taking care not to lie on top of Félix’s hand still stretched over the empty expanse of mattress.

As soon as she was under the covers, his arm swung over her hip, pulling her closer to himself subconsciously. He mumbled something unintelligible and smiled in his sleep.

Pepa pressed herself closer into his body. He felt so warm after the chill of the nighttime air. Soon, he would warm her up too, and then they would be sharing each other’s warmth together, asleep in bed at the same time.

The way things were always supposed to be, and the way she hoped they’d stay.

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Based on this post here. It’s crack, don’t take it too seriously.

Breakfast time was very important in the Madrigal household. Some days, it was the only time the family members would spend any time together, as dealing with all the requests in the encanto could be very demanding. But no matter what happened later on, they always started the day together at the table.

That particular day, Félix and Agustín had joined the four Madrigals. As they would be part of the family soon, they’d been included in more family events lately. Julieta and Agustín were seated on one side of the table, with Bruno, Félix, and Pepa on the other.

Alma was seated at the head of the table. She was just finishing giving her rundown of who needed to do what that day. “And that’s what we need to do, unless something else comes up in the meantime-Pepa, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, mamá,” Pepa brushed her off, focusing her attention on her fiancé, whose arm she was currently petting, craning her neck to give him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Their hands had been glued to each other the entire time.

“What did I just say?”

“You want me to go help with the crops because of the dry spell,” she replied, exasperated. “I heard you, mamá.” She returned her attention to Félix, closing her eyes in bliss as he playfully walked his fingers up her arm.

“We know who isn’t going through a dry spell,” Bruno muttered under his breath, choking on his food after Pepa elbowed him in the side. “Hey!”

“Just because some of us can hardly get anyone to look at us,” Pepa hissed vehemently, but was cut off by Alma clearing her throat.

“Pepa, I think it may be better if you don’t sit next to Félix.” She clapped her hands, and Pepa and Bruno’s chairs switched places.

“Why did you do that?” Pepa protested. “We weren’t doing anything wrong!”

“Aside from eye fucking the entire time, sure.” This time, Bruno lowered his arm fast enough to protect his other side from getting bruised.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look, hermanito,” Pepa said smugly. “Maybe if we set you up with someone-“

“For the last time, no.” He sighed wearily, then turned to Alma. “Mamá…” he pleaded.

Alma surveyed the table. “I think this will be a fine seating arrangement. Hopefully it teaches you two to behave.” She gave Pepa and Félix a stern look.

“Sorry, doña Alma.” Félix at least had the decency to look guilty. He became very interested in examining his fork to avoid her disapproving stare.

She regarded him for a second, then went back to eating her food. “Let’s try to have a civilized breakfast for once, yes?”

Pepa cast her a scathing glare when she wasn’t looking anymore but said nothing. She snaked her right hand behind Bruno’s back to grasp Félix’s as they ate, sneaking sidelong lovesick glances when Alma wasn’t looking. Everything was fine until she dared to squeeze his hand.

Bruno shuddered. “Ugh, mamá, they’re being disgusting again,” he complained. “Make them stop so my food can stay down.”

“Pepa…Félix…” Alma looked over them reproachfully. “I was hoping you two would be able to behave better. I expected more of you.”

“Again, I am so sorry-“ Félix began, but Pepa placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Don’t, we didn’t do anything wrong,” she maintained. She turned to Alma. “We’re getting married, we can hold hands.”

“You weren’t just holding hands-ow!” Bruno rubbed the back of his head, wincing. “Mamá, make her stop hitting me!”

“You can hold hands,” Alma conceded begrudgingly, “but not at the breakfast table. It’s not proper.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Perhaps you need to sit farther apart.” She clapped again, and Pepa’s chair flew to the other side of the table next to Julieta’s.

Julieta and Agustín gave her a sympathetic look but kept eating in silence.

“Why do they get to sit together but Félix and I can’t?” She fumed, crossing her arms.

“Because your sister can control herself,” Alma replied primly. “Which is a good example for you to follow as well.”

“Yeah, she’s not the one pawing at her fiancé like she hasn’t seen him in a year.” Bruno flinched, expecting something to come flying at his head. He was genuinely surprised when nothing did.

“Are you going to back me up here?” Pepa demanded, whirling on Julieta.

Julieta shrugged weakly, not daring to say anything in front of her mother.

“I hate my fucking life,” Pepa uttered under her breath. “Well thank you. Thank you to all of you.” She slammed her cup down aggressively, grabbing her knife and slicing into her food very violently.

“Pepa-“

“No.” She glared around the table. “I’m not speaking to any of you. Except Félix.” She blew him a kiss across the table, which he instinctively caught and pressed to his cheek. “Te amo, mi sol.”

Bruno made loud retching noises on the other side of the table, but was silenced by a hollow look from Julieta.

“Can we please have a nice meal together?” Julieta asked desperately. “Just once?”

“I like that idea,” Agustín jumped in, but was cowed by Pepa’s murderous gaze.

“Nobody asked what you think,” she informed him in a deadly whisper, continuing to eat with an unwarranted ferocity. “And nobody cares.”

“Pepa, that’s kind of mean-“

“Hermana, you and Félix are the only people at this table I’m not furious at. Want to cut that list down to just one?” Her thunder echoed menacingly. “That’s what I thought.”

They ate in silence for a while, interrupted only by lightning lighting up the dark cloud swirling over Pepa’s side of the table and the constant rumble of thunder. She was still seething, but at least she was mostly silent, mouthing a stream of curses and insults as she ate.

Suddenly, she felt something on her foot. It was Félix, giving her a shy smile. His foot rubbed up and down her calf soothingly. Meanwhile, his face gave no indication as to what was happening under the table and he kept eating calmly.

Pepa felt herself relax, the cloud gradually evaporating away. She calmed down, savoring his touch.

“I’m glad you two could finally behave,” Alma remarked pointedly.

“Sí, we’re very sorry.” Félix kept caressing her leg with his foot. “Aren’t we, Pepi?”

“We are.” Pepa’s lips puckered into a sour grimace. “So very sorry.”

“Good.” Alma appeared satisfied.

Eventually, Félix removed his foot from her leg, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His eyes met Pepa’s and he gulped.

Pepa’s lips curved into a flirtatious smile. She knew what that meant. Her foot made its way across the table, trying to feel him out, when-

“That’s my foot, Pepa!” Bruno yelled, pushing his seat back in disgust.

“Oh my God!” She threw her face into her hands, mortified.

Alma looked up as if wondering what she had done to deserve this, then pursed her lips, presumably thinking how to respond.

Julieta and Agustín were trying very hard to disappear into the ground.

Félix was stifling a snicker behind his hand. “I’m over here, mi amor.” He waved at her cheekily.

“You two are impossible,” Alma said resignedly. “No matter where I put you, you’ll find a way to misbehave.”

Pepa grinned. “Nothing can come between our love.” She attempted to seek out Felix’s foot once more, nudging something…

“Still me, Pepa!” Bruno yelped.

“Can you move over or something?” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re in my way.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I hate my life.”

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If it’s no trouble, could you please do Prompt 25 : “I want an answer, godammit” (smutty Pepa and Felix)???

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Of course! I decided to write a follow-up to a prompt I'd written previously for a really angsty AU. You can read the original prompt here and some additional lore here. The second post isn't necessary, but it does give some more context for this sequel. Since it ended up being very long, I decided to post it straight on ao3. I hope you enjoy!

@caramella116, here's the The Winner Takes It All piece you wanted!

Pepa wandered aimlessly up and down the cobblestoned streets. Although she’d been gone for a decade, the encanto was virtually unchanged. Sure, some new houses had been built to accommodate the growing community, but the school was still on the street to her left, the church in the plaza to her right, and the river surrounded it all. It was… familiar, comforting. After a decade away, it was good to come back to what she knew.

Speaking of familiar…Pepa’s eyes fell upon someone she had known very well. Known, past tense. Past. It was in the past. Still, butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the sight of the man she loved (past tense, right?) and she couldn’t help the rainbow that sprang over her head.

“Shoo!” She swatted at it like it was a pesky bug. It was bad enough not having her own feelings worked out without broadcasting them to everyone in the vicinity. She’d gotten so much better at this. Granted, controlling her feelings had been easier outside the encanto, where her gift didn’t work. Come on… She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed deeply. Clear skies, clear skies.

To her relief, the skies did clear, but not before someone could notice.

“Pepa!”

She never expected to hear his voice calling her name again. Yet here he was, approaching her, all too suddenly.

“F-Félix.” Pepa’s fingers flew up instinctively to rake through her hair but met nothing but air. Right. She’d made the impulsive decision to cut it a few months ago. She was tired of feeling weighed down, of hiding. Living in the city had opened a whole new world to her, and, feeling brave, she chopped off her mane. At the time, she felt lighter, free, but now… Now she wished she had a long braid to toy with instead of hair that only came a couple inches below her shoulders. Thankfully, she was spared the burden of responding.

“You’re back.” His eyes ran over her, taking her in.

Feeling exposed, Pepa crossed her arms over her chest. “I am.”

“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” Félix sighed, shifting the shovel he had slung over one shoulder to the other.

“Me neither.” She gave him a once over. Neither one of them had remained unchanged. His afro had begun greying around the temples, and the years had made him softer around the middle. But he still had the same infectious smile and warm eyes that had made her tummy turn for so many years. “I wasn’t planning on coming back,” she found herself admitting. He’d always had a way of getting her to reveal more about herself than she’d wanted.

“Well I’m glad you changed your mind.” He beamed at her. One hand came up to wipe the sweat off his brow.

The action snapped Pepa out of her trance. “I’m sorry, am I keeping you from something?” She wrung her hands together in the absence of her long locks. “I should let you go.” She swept a tendril of hair behind her ear, the sensation still foreign to her.

She wasn’t expecting his hand on her arm. “Pepa, I approached you,” he pointed out. “Fuck, I haven’t seen you in so many years and all of a sudden you’re back.” He let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I bet Emilia loves it when you use language like that,” Pepa muttered under her breath, but unfortunately Félix caught it.

“It doesn’t really matter what she thinks about it.”

[continue reading on ao3]

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[foreveranevilregal]

Can we get a Felix waking up with a sleeping Pepa's hand in his briefs?

You got it!

Pepa was fast asleep in her favorite position: half buried under Félix, feeling his weight bearing down on her. She found it comforting. Nothing could hurt her while he lay on top of her, protecting her from the world. She snuggled into him, inhaling his scent and feeling the warmth emanating from his body, but unbeknownst to her, her attention was turned elsewhere: to the wonderful dream she was having.

She and Félix were coming home from a party; a loud, raucous affair where the alcohol flowed freely, and the music shook the cobblestones. It was her kind of party- the kind spent entirely on her feet, swept away by the music. But oh, she was paying the price for it now. Groaning, she kicked off her alpargatas. Dancing was fun, but the best kind made her feet suffer.

“You okay, mi amor?” Félix had begun changing out of his party clothes into his nightclothes. He was currently standing in front of her shirtless, putting his chest on full display. His wonderful, hairy chest that was her favorite pillow, that housed the heart she’d intertwined with her own, that-

“Pepa?” He cocked his head, waiting for a response.

Pepa shook her head, clearing it of the tantalizing images that were swirling around. The motion made her dizzier than normal, thanks to the drinks she’d consumed earlier that evening. “I’m fine, mi sol. My feet just hurt from dancing.”

Félix chuckled. “You were up dancing all night. I don’t think anyone else danced as much as you.”

Pepa preened, taking it as a compliment. “You weren’t too bad yourself, hombre,” she teased. “You only sat out the really fast songs.”

“Yeah, my body isn’t what it used to be.” He shrugged. “I get winded. And not the fun kind.”

It was Pepa’s turn to chuckle. “Still, you were very impressive.” Her eyes trailed down over his chest, following a bead of sweat. He’d impressed her, at any rate, and did anyone else even matter?

“See something you like?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, holding his arms out to the side to expose his entire torso to her.

Pepa’s eyes raked over the copious amounts of skin, gleaming with sweat. She decided he wasn’t done sweating for the night. “You know I do.” She stood in front of him, placing her hands on his chest and letting her fingers curl into his chest hair. “Eres tan sexy,” she breathed, tracing swirly designs in the hair.

“You really know how to stroke a man’s ego.” Félix’s voice was becoming husky from her ministrations.

“That’s not all I know how to stroke.” Her hands drifted towards the top of his pants, but were stilled by Félix’s, which covered hers completely.

“Slow down, Pepi. We’re in no hurry,” he reminded her.

“Maybe you’re not,” she huffed. How dare he stand in front of her like that and tell her to slow down? When they both deserved for her to absolutely devour him? Her hand fell down his thigh, closing over the proof that she wasn’t the only one who wanted to move this along. “Or maybe you are.” She gave him a light squeeze.

“Easy,” he warned her.

“Since when do I go ‘easy’?”

“Since you love your husband and don’t want him to ruin his nice dress pants.”

Right. The pesky pants. Well, she preferred they come off anyway. Deft fingers undid the button and the pants crumpled onto the ground. “Problem solved.” Now her fingers could dig into bare flesh.

“That’s not really what I meant.”

Pepa rolled her eyes. Of course she knew what he meant, but she couldn’t help herself. “What did you mean?”

“We have all night, mi vida.” He sat down on the bed. “We can just enjoy ourselves.”

“Are you not enjoying my attention?” She feigned innocence, approaching where he sat.

“I am, I just,” he gulped, looking up at her looming over him, “wanted something else first.”

She stood upright, taken aback. “What did you want?”

The grin he gave her lit up the entire room. “I wanted to see you dance.”

She barked out a laugh. “See me dance? You’ve been watching me dance all night.”

“Yes…” he conceded, “but that was in front of other people. I was hoping you would dance just for me.” He looked at her meaningfully.

“Oh.” Her lips curved into a devious smile. “You want a special dance.” She pushed him back by the shoulders, making him brace himself on his elbows.

“I-“ His thought was cut off by the sight of her breasts in front of his face, heaving with anticipation. He swallowed, suddenly unable to speak.

“You could have just said so,” she crooned, removing her jewelry and setting it aside. She didn’t want it accidentally snagging on something while she gave her husband her best performance of the evening.

Oh, his goofy smile was so endearing. “I thought you said your feet hurt.”

She paused to consider the point. “They do. I guess I forgot. It’s hard to think about anything else with how sexy you are.”

His brows knitted in concern, seemingly unconvinced. “Maybe you shouldn’t do any more dancing tonight.”

She ran her hand over the side of his face. “You’re so cute when you worry. I want to dance for you, mi esposo. No te preocupes.”

He accepted the proposal reluctantly. “But afterwards, I’ll give you a foot massage.”

He really was perfect.

“Deal.” She laughed and backed up. “Now you just sit back and enjoy the show.” She crouched slowly, swiveling her hips seductively along the way, then rose back up.

He was drooling. She hadn’t even taken off her clothes yet and he was drooling.

“Weren’t you the one talking about slowing down?” She asked with a smirk. Unzipping her dress took more concentration than usual, and she wasn’t sure she could blame the alcohol anymore.

“I can’t help myself,” he answered. His eyes dropped to the ground after hearing her dress fall with a thump.

“Lucky for you I can’t either.” She stalked back towards him, now wearing only her underclothes. Her fingers flew through her hair, unbraiding it swiftly. Once she reached the top of the braid, she shook out her newly freed tresses. She preferred to have her hair tied back, but Félix loved her long, unruly hair, saying it was “as wild as she was”. And this was for him. If he wanted her mane, he got it.

His eyes widened at the sight of her approaching him, hair down and barely dressed.

“Was this what you had in mind?” She spun for him slowly, letting him take in the sight of her dancing just for him. She saw his eyes dip to her ass and gave a playful shake.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t think I have anything in mind anymore.”

“Of course you don’t.” She turned to face him, raising her hands to her hair and intentionally messing it up, knowing it would drive him wild. It didn’t take much; the humidity that had sprung up had already made her normally voluminous curls even bigger. “Not when you’re watching your wife dance just. For. You.” She punctuated each word with a scoop of her hips.

He nodded, mesmerized.

She continued dancing for a bit: gyrating her hips, performing some intricate footwork that she knew would draw his attention right to her ass (he really did love it, even more than her hair). By now he was practically panting, and her underclothes clung to her from the warm, sticky air around them.

He didn’t seem to be faring much better. He drew in ragged breaths, fighting to breathe while confronted with Pepa dancing in a way that would make anyone at church blush and the physical manifestation of how it affected her. Sweat was sticking to him, but he didn’t notice.

Ay, poor Félix. It was time she took pity on him.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thick, solid thighs with her own. Staring him down, she moved her hips back; grinding her heat over his briefs where she knew, could feel, how hard he was.

His groan was music to her ears.

She kept going, establishing a mindless rhythm of rolling against him in slow, exaggerated strokes. Her hair was now draped over both of them, and his fingers had snagged in the thicket, tugging on it and making her moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” She panted out, shoving her breasts into his face as she kept grinding on him. It was certainly what she had wanted, judging by the wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric onto his leg.

In lieu of a verbal response, his large hands covered her shoulders and slipped down the straps of her slip, pushing on them until he had exposed her breasts. His hands were drawn to the bare flesh as if by some unknown force and immediately started kneading them gently, unhurriedly.

The rough calluses on his palms brushed against her nipples and her eyes fluttered shut. The two of them stayed like that for some time: Pepa working her hips over his crotch, and Félix treating her breasts to the most exquisite ministrations.

At some point, his mouth had replaced his hands. Sharp bites and smooth licks replaced twists and pinches. She was getting close, she knew, and she didn’t want him to be left out. Her hand reached down between them to palm over his briefs, then snaked inside to finally close around his hardness. He was so hard…

“Pepa,” he murmured around her breast, thrusting into her hand, and not letting up on his motions. “Pepa.”

They were both close. She could feel him pulsing in her hand. He chanted her name like it was a prayer. Almost there…

“Pepa…”

“Pepa…”

“Pepa.” Something had changed in his intonation. It was less reverent, more urgent. Confused, she stilled her hand for a second, but feeling how hard he was convinced her to keep going. Up and down, steady strokes, ugh he was so hard. “Pepa!”

Her eyes flew open to complete darkness. Félix lay next to her, looking at her surprisedly. It must have been the middle of the night. There was no party, no lapdance, yet she could still feel him in her hand. Probably aftershocks from the dream. The wonderfully vivid dream. “Félix,” she breathed out, eyes drooping shut again, wanting to return to their little afterparty; the two of them climbing higher and higher in their pleasure. Just a little more and she would finish him off.

“Pepa.” His voice was strained. His hand shook her shoulder, jolting her awake.

But she didn’t want to go, he felt so good…

“Pepi, amor, wake up.” Why was his voice so weird? Sighing, she opened her eyes and faced him.

“What is it?” She whispered.

“Uh, your hand is…” he pointed down his body.

Her eyes followed the motion, yelping when she realized that her hand had burrowed into his briefs as she slept. No wonder that dream had felt so realistic. “¡Ay!” Instinctively, she yanked it out, missing the way he winced. “Félix, I…” she cast about for an explanation.

“That must have been some dream you were having,” he remarked, sounding amused.

She snorted. “You could say that.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She’d been torn away from the dream on the brink of orgasm, and she felt disoriented and aroused.

“That good, huh?” He let out a low whistle. “Now I want to know what you were dreaming about.”

Pepa studied his eyes. They sparkled with curiosity, but there was a fire in them; a low thrum accented by his shallowed breathing and slightly parted lips. “I could tell you,” she began, trailing off as she maneuvered herself out of the confines of her sleeping position. Before he could respond, she swung her leg over him, straddling him as he looked up at her, clearly not expecting that.

“Or,” her hand made its way back into his briefs, encircling his still hard length, “I could show you.”

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[foreveranevilregal]

haha you don’t have to do this one

pepa comes home and julieta or bruno compliments her “new perfume” aka Felix’s cologne rubbed off a bit on her

See, that's where you're wrong. You can't just send me an absolutely amazing prompt and then tell me not to do it. Because I'm absolutely doing it. Unless that was your plan all along in which case... well played.

Pepa closed the door behind herself, pausing for a second to catch her breath.

“Hola, hermana.” Bruno had appeared out of nowhere.

Pepa jumped, accentuated by a small thunderclap. “Bruno, you scared me!”

“Sorry.” He scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You walk too quietly.” Pepa made the comment mostly to herself.

“I walk too quietly?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“Yeah, no one can hear you coming. It’s creepy.” She informed him brusquely.

“Uh…” Bruno seemed unsure what to make of that. “You’re back early,” he noted. “I thought you were going to be watering crops all day.”

“Watering cr-, oh yeah, watering crops.” Pepa caught herself quickly. She’d forgotten that was what she told people she would be doing. “Turns out not as many people needed my help as I thought.” She congratulated herself on the quick save. “Figured I’d come home and take a nap before dinner.”

“Huh.” Bruno was nonplussed. “That’s different. I thought you’d want to hang out in town and flirt with boys. It’s basically all you do in your free time.” He made a face.

Pepa pressed her lips together. Of course that’s what Bruno thought she would do. In reality, she’d only been flirting with one boy for a little while now, but Bruno didn’t know that. And he didn’t need to. “Well I’m tired and need a nap.” That part wasn’t a lie. She had tired herself out…

“You’d really rather sleep than tease guys?” Bruno stepped closer to examine her, eyeing her up and down warily. "You sure you're okay?"

“I can always tease guys later,” she justified, jutting her chin out haughtily. A dull pain twinged in her neck. Did he mark her? She’d told him to be careful, but he always was a little overenthusiastic. She whipped her braid over her shoulder smoothly, covering the side of her neck, and smirked. “They’ll wait. We both know they’re practically falling down at my feet.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Bruno scrunched his nose. He sniffed around Pepa. “Is that new perfume?”

“What?”  She raised her wrist to her nose reflexively. Did she put on perfume that morning? She couldn’t remember. But she didn’t smell anything now.

“That stuff you’re wearing?" He gestured in her general direction. "Smells nice.” He gave her an awkward smile .

Focusing, she was able to pick out what he was smelling. She’d gotten used to it after spending the afternoon bathed in the scent, but it definitely wasn’t hers. Pepa’s heart started pounding. She couldn’t afford to have Bruno snooping into her business. She touched her neck self-consciously. Time to distract him. “Oh, you like it?” She asked casually, preening.

“Yeah, it’s smoky and kind of spicy. Way better than that floral girly crap you usually wear.” He gagged. “When’d you get it? I don’t remember you having perfume that doesn’t smell like a dying meadow.”

She scowled. “First of all, I like my perfume and I don’t wear it for you.”

“Right, you wear it for all your admirers in town.” He rolled his eyes.

She glared at him. “Second, I got this when the merchants stopped by last week.”

“They did?” Bruno screwed up his features, concentrating. “I don’t remember that.”

“You were in your vision cave when they came. They were only here the one day,” Pepa improvised, hoping he wouldn’t poke holes in her story. Luckily…

“I did have a lot of visions last week.” He shrugged. “That’s too bad. I would’ve wanted to check out what they brought.”

“Don’t worry, they, uh, only had women’s goods this time around.” Pepa gnawed on her lip, begging him to stop questioning her story. Hermano, por favor…

“That doesn’t sound right. They usually bring all kinds of things.” Bruno frowned. “Are you sure? Or did you get too hung up on the perfumes and cosmetics to notice anything else?”

“I didn’t see any men’s goods,” she stated. Which was true enough, seeing as there weren’t exactly any women’s goods either brought by the completely imaginary merchants.

“You’re being weird,” Bruno decided, taking a step back. “Something is going on.” He narrowed his eyes.

She wasn’t about to just stand there as he figured out her secret. “Actually, I think I’ll get some food before my nap.” Pepa pushed past him, knocking her braid out of the way and exposing her neck. Gasping, she tossed it back over her shoulder and broke into a run.

“Hey, Pepa, I think you have something on your neck,” Bruno called out after her. “Wait a minute…” He moved his hands to his neck, then sniffed his fingers and mouthed silently.

Not wanting to give him the chance to connect the dots, she darted into the kitchen.

“Everything alright, hermanita?”

Pepa yelped as she jumped backwards. “¡Ay! All of you have to stop scaring me like that!”

Julieta put down the dough she was kneading. “Who else scared you?”

“Bruno.” Pepa crossed her arms, fuming. “All I wanted to do was come home and lie down, and he startled me right at the door!”

Julieta furrowed her brow. “Lie down now, in the middle of the day? Are you sure you’re alright, Pepa?” Julieta walked over to her, placing the back of her hand on Pepa’s forehead.

“I’m fine, Julieta, I just need some rest,” Pepa replied impatiently, swatting off her hand. “I was outside with the crops all day, it’s exhausting.”

“You smell awfully nice for someone who spent the entire day outside,” Julieta observed. She leaned in to take another whiff. “Spicy, musky…What is that?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s, um…” Pepa rubbed her neck, racking her brains for an explanation. Julieta definitely wouldn’t buy the perfume story. She wasn’t as oblivious as Bruno. But she was still flustered from her encounter with her dumb nosy brother. “It’s a new scent I’m trying,” she finished lamely. Her stupid brain was just not cooperating. “Do you like it?”

“I do.” A hint of a smile played on Julieta’s lips. “It smells good on you.”

“Thank you.” Pepa sighed in relief.

“You should wear it more often,” Julieta continued, resting her hand on the table and facing Pepa. “It suits you.”

“Oh, uh, okay, thanks.” Pepa leaned against a chair, resisting the urge to toy with her braid as that would be a dead giveaway. “Glad you like it.”

“I really do.” Julieta was beaming by this point. “Better than any other one you’ve tried. I hope it lasts.”

Did Julieta not like her perfume? Pepa thought she had. Unless she wasn’t talking about perfume. But she seemed to buy Pepa’s story, against all odds. All she could do was stick to it.

Pepa laughed nervously. “Well, we’ll see, right? I haven’t found a perfume yet that’s lasted longer than a few hours. That’s why I buy a new one anytime the merchants are in town.” She tried to laugh it off as a silly remark. She couldn’t believe Julieta was buying this.

“I have a feeling this one will be different.” Julieta took Pepa’s hand and squeezed it affectionately. “I think it’ll be the one. No need to shop around anymore.”

“The one…wait.” Pepa looked Julieta in the eyes incredulously. “One perfume? For the rest of my life?”

“Pepa.” Julieta brushed a fallen strand of hair out of her face, making pointed eye contact.

Oh… “We’re not talking about perfume, are we?” Pepa’s stomach filled with dread. Great. She’d been found out.

Julieta shook her head.

Pepa groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “I knew you wouldn’t believe that dumb perfume story. You’re more observant than Bruno.”

Julieta chuckled. “Bruno bought that? Oh, hermanito…” she shook her head good-naturedly, “so oblivious, but I still love you.”

Pepa snorted. “He said it smelled better than my ‘floral girly crap’,” she quoted with an eyeroll.

“Well it certainly smells different. Definitely not the least bit girly,” Julieta said knowingly.

Pepa sighed with a dreamy expression on her face. “Definitely not.” She tilted her head towards the collar of her dress to take a heady whiff. So masculine and strong…just like him.

“So, I take it you were with him all day instead of watering the crops like you said you would?” Julieta raised an eyebrow, going back to the counter.

“I watered the crops in the morning,” Pepa insisted stubbornly.

“And after that?” Julieta prompted.

Pepa’s eyes burrowed into the ground as she mumbled something guiltily.

“After that, you were with Félix, yes.” Julieta walked back over to Pepa, holding something in her hand.

Pepa’s eyes shot back up. “How’d you know it was him?”

Julieta waved aside the question.  “Oh please. You’ve been mooning over him for ages. Besides, none of the other guys you’ve dated wore cologne.”

“True,” Pepa conceded. The way Julieta phrased that reminded Pepa of something she’d said earlier. “Did you mean what you said before?”

“About what?”

“About not liking the other guys I’ve dated.”

Julieta sighed. “Pepa…I want you to be happy, but they really weren’t great guys. Tomás got into fights constantly. Carlos had a bad temper. Miguel,” her voice wavered, “Miguel flirted with other girls even before you two broke up.” She paused uncertainly. “You deserve better than that.”

Pepa nodded glumly. That last one was a sore point. They’d had a fight in the middle of town where she accused him of cheating on her and he denied it. Said she was just making it up to pick a fight. Her lightning bolt had cracked right through the cobblestones. She grimaced at the image.

“Félix isn’t like that,” Julieta pointed out, pulling her out of the unpleasant memory. “He’ll treat you well.”

“He already is.” Pepa blushed, thinking back to earlier that day. He’d certainly been making her feel good, at least.

“I can see that,” Julieta commented dryly, handing her an arepa. “Here.”

Pepa looked at her quizzically. “What’s that for?”

Julieta tapped on her neck subtly. “Eat.”

Pepa ripped the arepa out of her hand, tearing into it savagely. “I told him I bruise easily,” she sulked.

Julieta raised an eyebrow. “He, ah, got a little carried away?”

“You could say that,” Pepa muttered darkly. Instantly, she was transported back to earlier that afternoon; sitting in Félix’s sundrenched bedroom, talking, kissing…lots of kissing…

The air around them began to grow humid, and she could feel her cheeks burning. Pepa shook out the memories out of her head. Clear skies, clear skies.

Julieta watched in amusement. “I’m glad you found a good guy. Even if he gets a little too enthusiastic.”

Pepa let out a frustrated noise. “Tell me about it. Even Bruno noticed, and he doesn’t even notice people half the time.”

“Really?” Julieta sounded intrigued. “Yet he thought you were wearing perfume?”

“Go figure.” Pepa threw up her hands exasperatedly. “Although I think after he saw my neck he started to figure it out.” She shut her eyes, letting out a long sigh. “Please don’t tell him,” she begged. “I don’t think I could stand the embarrassment.”

Julieta mimed locking her lips. “He won’t hear it from me.”

Relief flooded Pepa. “Thank you.”

“Although I really don’t see why you’re embarrassed of Félix. He’s a great guy.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Pepa reassured her. “But you know how Bruno gets whenever I date someone.”

Julieta shuddered. “You have a point. I won’t say anything. But if you want it to stay a secret, tell tu novio to be more careful, hm?” She bumped Pepa’s hip playfully. “The whole town will catch on if he keeps leaving love bites on your neck.”

Pepa giggled. “Mi novio. I like the sound of that.”

“Okay, lovebird.” Julieta walked back towards the stove. “Go wash up, it’s almost dinnertime.”

Pepa’s feet carried her to the bathroom in a love-drunk trance. She washed her hands, humming to herself. As she reached out to dry her hands, a bit of his cologne drifted up to her nose. Instinctively, she pulled the collar of her dress up to her face and inhaled deeply. It smelled like him: intoxicating, spicy, strong… Just smelling it made her feel safe.

Yeah, she was definitely going to keep this one.

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[foreveranevilregal]

Can you do a fic only if you liked or a post where camilo walks in on his parents?

Sure! Hope you like this!

“Wake up, mi amor.”

Reluctantly, Pepa opened her eyes and saw Félix beaming down at her. It must have been later in the morning than she thought; the sun was streaming in through the window strongly enough to hurt her sleepy eyes. Instinctively, she squinted and shielded them with her hand.

“It’s too bright,” she complained, pulling the covers over her head to block the light.

“That’s because you overslept,” Félix explained patiently.

Pepa hmphed. “I couldn’t fall asleep again last night. Too many thoughts… you know how it is,” she finished darkly. “Forgive me for wanting to catch up on lost sleep.”

He smiled at her sympathetically. “I know, mi vida, but we gotta go down to breakfast soon. We can’t hold everyone up again.”

“Screw breakfast,” she proclaimed petulantly.

Félix chuckled. “Wouldn’t you rather screw me?”

Pepa pulled down the covers and regarded him deviously. “There’s an idea.”

“I thought you wanted to catch up on your sleep,” he teased, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously.

“I can do that later. Right now…” her hand trailed up his arm and to his chest, “I want to be with mi esposo.”

Félix gulped as her hand continued traveling over his body: over his chest, down his belly, and to his thighs. “How can I say no to that?”

She paused, lifting her hand from his thigh. “I thought we were going to be late to breakfast?”

He laughed. “We are, but this isn’t exactly a hard decision.”

“I can think of something that is hard.” She threw a glance to where the covers now tented over his middle.

“Ay, woman; you’ll be the death of me.” He rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but the small sliver of a smile gave him away.

“Are you complaining?” Her hands returned to his body, wandering over his torso and down to his legs. One hand wrapped around his length and the other gripped his thigh as she stroked up and down.

“About this? Never.” He kissed her as she continued her ministrations; showering her with languid, indulgent kisses, his hands roaming over her body as well. Eventually, his mouth left hers to trail lower and latch onto her neck, sucking on the delicate skin.

Already, Pepa flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned, feeling his lips working on her neck. There would be a bruise there later, but she could just sneak some food out of Julieta’s basket before anyone saw her.

Food… Hazy thoughts floated through her mind. Something about the idea of food triggered her memory. They had to do something related to food, but ay, she couldn’t quite remember what. Thinking had become arduous, between their activities and the thick, humid air weighing on them. His hands felt so good on her…

He groaned, feeling her small hand loosen its grip on him. “What happened?” He murmured; his words heavy with sleep. “Are we stopping?”

She shook her head. “Don’t you dare stop,” she warned him. To assuage the throbbing between her legs, she maneuvered herself to grind on his leg. The pressure felt heavenly against her. Her motions were hypnotic, back and forth as she climbed higher and higher. Her hand now slipped entirely off of his length and she braced herself with her hands as she mindlessly humped his leg.

She was completely lost in her pleasure when his voice interrupted her. “You look like you’re having a good time; mind if I join you?”

Her eyes flew open, and she realized that she had completely abandoned her poor husband. “Lo siento, mi sol. I was feeling too good.”

“I can see that.” He cracked a smile. “Want to feel too good together?”

Her answer came in the form of a ravenous kiss, swooping down to meet his lips with her own as she cupped the side of his face with both hands. All the while, her hips had kept up their motions rutting instinctively to get her closer to her peak, until his large hands grabbed her hips to still her.

Carefully, he lifted her off his leg and guided her higher, leaving her to hover over his length, which appeared to be aching for attention. “It seems like you’re ready,” he offered by way of explanation.

That was an understatement. She knew just how wet she was, smearing it all over his thigh just seconds before. Breathless, she nodded and sank down slowly. Usually, he’d take the time to prepare her with his fingers, but neither of them was in the mood for patience today. Instead, she felt him stretching her, still having to adjust after all these years as she took more and more of him inside. The burning sensation quickly gave way to indescribable pleasure, and she started to rock her hips.

“Feels good, Pepi,” Félix grunted, thrusting up into her. His hands came to rest on her hips, thumbs rubbing the divots in them soothingly.

Pepa nodded, too out of breath to speak. This was amazing. It had been so long since they’ve gotten to do this in the morning. Why didn’t they do it more often? Probably for a good reason, but one that was escaping her right now.

A voice calling up the stairs gave her the answer she didn’t want to know. “Mamá! Papá! Breakfast time!”

Both Pepa and Félix froze, looking at each other in fear. They could hear footsteps growing closer.

Pepa cursed under her breath. Right. That was why they didn’t make love in the morning. Because someone would inevitably interrupt them. Hearing the footsteps still getting louder, she called out, “We’ll be right there, Camilo!”, hoping against hope that he would have the good sense to just take her word and go back downstairs. They could finish up quickly and join the rest of the family, with no one the wiser.

No such luck. He seemed to be right outside their door now.

Pepa’s heart thumped wildly in her chest. “You locked the door, right?” She whispered to Félix. They kept it unlocked at night in case Antonio needed something, but surely Félix would have locked it after he woke up, right?

He looked at her strangely. “No, I got up only a little bit before you. And I was too busy admiring your beauty to do anything else.”

Pepa fought the urge to smack his dopey lovesick face. Most of the time, his romantic words made her swoon. She was a sucker for that sappy stuff, he knew that. But that wasn’t necessarily the case when their son was opening the door and Félix was still inside her, and-

Acting fast, she pulled herself off him gingerly, wincing at the pain, and lay down next to him, covering herself with a sheet. Remembering that she wasn’t the only one who was naked, she checked to make sure that the more strategic areas of Félix’s body were covered too. There. At least they were sort of decent. Now this would be only somewhat traumatizing instead of completely scarring.

Just in the nick of time too. Camilo had thrown the door open and was now staring horrorstricken at the scene in front of him. “Ugh!” He made a disgusted face. “Were you guys- never mind, I don’t want to know the answer to that.”

Pepa squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to yell at her precious son, whom she loved very much, just because he interrupted them. “I said we’d be right down, Camilo.” Her words had an exasperated edge that she couldn’t quite sand away. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“I did, but abuela said to make sure you guys came down.” His voice sounded different. “She said to be really insistent.”

“Of course she did,” Pepa muttered under her breath. Because why wouldn’t her mother ruin her love life the same way she did when she was young? Sighing, she opened her eyes to see Antonio, covering his face with his hands. Startled, she backed up into the headboard; clutching the covers over her chest and breathing hard. The only thing worse than her fifteen-year-old seeing them like this was her five-year-old. But it couldn’t be Antonio, no one else had come up the stairs. She would have heard. Masking her fear with anger, she scolded Camilo. “Don’t do that!”

Camilo peered at her through Antonio’s tiny hands. “Sorry, mamá.” He shifted back to his own body. “I was hoping if I shifted into someone smaller it would be better because I wouldn’t be able to see as much, but no, there is no fixing this.”

“How would that possibly be better?” She yelled. It was bad enough having one child catch her in the act. Two would be mortifying enough to send her to an early grave. Thankfully, the fog that was swirling around them now blurred their surroundings enough to assuage the worst of the embarrassment.

“I don’t know!” He yelled back. “I panicked!” He made a retching sound.

“We’re not particularly thrilled about you walking in either,” Pepa mumbled under her breath, only to feel her arm being squeezed lightly by Félix, who’d kept quiet until now.

“Well, you’ve passed on your message now, Camilo. We’ll be right down…as soon as we get dressed, eh?” Félix was clearly going for a conversational tone. How he was able to do that, Pepa had no idea.

“Oh God! You guys are naked!” The realization was only now dawning on him. Camilo fled from the room, slamming the door shut behind himself. “I wish my gift was erasing memories!” He still sounded nearby.

“The feeling is mutual,” Pepa gritted out through her teeth, rolling her eyes.

He was getting farther away now. “I’m gonna tell abuela you’re up- I mean, you’re awake, ugh!” He stomped down the stairs. “I’m gonna ask tía Julieta if her arepas can cure my eyes because that was horrifying!”

They waited until he’d gone all the way down the stairs before they spoke again.

“That was close.” Pepa was the one to break the silence. “Too close.”

“It was,” Félix agreed. “I knew there was a reason we don’t do that in the mornings.”

“Yes, it occurred to me too, after hearing Camilo climb up the stairs,” Pepa replied dryly. She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before facing him. “How are you so calm about this?”

Félix rubbed soothing designs on her arm and side. “Relax, amor, he didn’t see anything. We’ll just have to lock the door next time, is all.”

“Next time?” Having their son walk in on them had completely killed the mood for Pepa. She couldn’t even think about “next time” right now.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on never sleeping with me again.”

The idea was absolutely ludicrous, and they both knew it. Pepa glared at him for even suggesting it. “I’m not, I just- ugh!” She threw her hands up in the air, frustrated. “I can’t think about this right after our son almost saw us.”

“But he didn’t!” Félix pointed out brightly.

“But he could have.” Pepa sucked in air through her teeth. “We need to be more careful. At least lock the door.” She got out of bed, going over to the dresser and finally clothing herself.

“So there will be a next time?”

“Shut up.” A pair of pants and a shirt flew onto the bed. “Get dressed before they send another one of our children up to embarrass us.”

He got out of bed and dressed himself quickly before walking over to where Pepa stood. “But there will be a next time?” He persisted, giving her that winning smile that made her knees weak.

She pulled him in for a kiss, partly because she wanted to, and partly to shut him up. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

He looked up at her, illuminated by the sunlight she was now producing. “I love you too, mi vida.”

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How about its Felixs birthday and everything is perfect except one thing because the shop owner as Pepas ex has a grudge against her but as we know Pepa is a bad ass so she scares him into getting her way and Felix as love sick as ever thinks its the best birthday ever

Here you go! Hope this is what you wanted! It’s kind of long, so I hope that’s okay!

I don't necessarily agree with Pepa's methods here, but they were effective.

It was the morning of Félix’s birthday. November 11th. The date used to mean nothing to Pepa, used to be just another day in November, but ever since she met Félix, the sun shone a little more brightly on November 11th.

She had been running around preparing for tonight’s party for two weeks. The list of things that needed to be done was no longer as daunting, thanks to her siblings and mother pitching in to help. One by one, they’d managed to get almost everything they needed to give Félix an amazing party.

Juicy steaks from the butcher, promising Pepa the best cuts of meat in exchange for favorable weather on his wife’s birthday. An assortment of baked goods from the baker: pillowy, freshly baked bread, cookies, and the pièce de resistance- an enormous tres leches cake, absolutely soaked in sweet milk, thick dulce de leche oozing down the sides.

Of course, Julieta had offered to do the baking herself, but Pepa immediately waved away the suggestion as ridiculous. Julieta was expecting a second child, and she hadn’t slowed down one bit. But her poor sister was so swollen by this point that she looked like she was constantly toting around a watermelon. She seemed ready to pop at any moment. Obviously, there was no way Pepa would ask her to stand on her feet just to prepare food for her husband.

Succulent steak, fresh crusty bread, indulgent desserts…Pepa checked the items off her list. The rest of them were pitching in to get the rest of the food ready. Although Julieta was relegated to bedrest, she wasn’t fully out of commission; instructing the others on how to prepare all of Félix’s favorite dishes. Pepa had tried to help out in the kitchen, but she’d ended up even more hopeless than Agustín when it came to cooking. Turns out, even her rain wasn’t enough to rescue the charred remains of her culinary attempts.

So, she decided to leave the cooking to the far more capable hands of her mother and brother and instead work on the decorations. She’d gotten some lovely flowers from the florist and was arranging them into bunches to place around the table. They were all so colorful, with bright glistening petals. Pepa placed one of every color into each bunch. Félix gave her rainbows every day; it was only fair she returned the favor.

“I help?” Isabela had toddled over, grabbing at the flowers Pepa was holding. Much to Pepa’s surprise, Isabela’s touch was delicate. She didn’t even damage the petals. She looked at Pepa expectantly with her big brown eyes.

Pepa chuckled. “Sure, Isa. Come here.” She patted the ground next to where she was sitting and separated out some flowers for Isabela to play with. “You want to help me decorate for your tío’s party tonight?”

“Uh huh.” Isabela’s brow furrowed as she focused on matching her arrangement to the ones Pepa had been working on, choosing just the right flowers. “Like this?” She held up an arrangement almost identical to the ones Pepa had been making.

“Yes, Isabela, just like that!” Pepa took the bunch, stunned. She added the few flowers Isabela had been missing and set the finished bunch aside. Isabela really had a knack for this. She could actually help Pepa out. Deciding there wasn’t any harm, she pushed the rest of the flowers closer to Isabela. “Can you help me finish making the flower arrangements?”

Isabela nodded solemnly, reaching out to pick up some more flowers in her chubby little hands. “Pretty flowers,” she commented, turning over the flowers in her hands. A few of the petals got crushed, but Pepa held her tongue. She didn’t want Isa growing up criticized over every little thing the way she had been.

“They’re very pretty, right?” Pepa smiled, glancing at Isa over her own bundle of flowers. Her precious sobrina concentrated on picking out just the right flowers. “Which one is your favorite?”

Isabela frowned, pausing to think. Her tiny tongue poked out of her mouth. “All of them!” she exclaimed, beaming.

Pepa laughed. “They are all pretty, aren’t they?” she agreed. Isabela seemed to really enjoy the flowers. Maybe she could convince Julieta to let Isa join her in the fields come springtime.

Thanks to her adorable little helper, the flower arrangements were done sooner than she anticipated. Food, flowers… Pepa ran through the list in her mind. The musicians were coming tonight. All that was left to do was… A leaden feeling sank in her stomach. Decorations. She’d left the decorations last, hoping to delay the inevitable misery, but the moment had arrived. Closing her eyes, she let out a frustrated groan.

“Tía okay?” Isabela reached out a hand towards her cheek, concerned. That child was as perceptive as her mother.

Pepa nodded, swallowing and affixing a smile to her face. “Yeah, Isa, I-“ Fortunately she was saved from having to come up with an excuse by Agustín, who was holding a very sleepy Dolores in his arms. “I’m just sad that you need to go take your nap because I had so much fun with you.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; she did genuinely enjoy working on the flower arrangements with Isa.

“No nap!” Isabela insisted stubbornly. “Not tired.” But her yawn betrayed her.

“Are you two girls done with the flowers?” Agustín bounced Dolores in his arms.

She valiantly fought sleep, but little fists rubbed her sleepy eyes. Succumbing to her tiredness, she snuggled into her tío’s chest.

“We are.” Pepa stood up and held up a flower arrangement. “What do you think?”

“I think they’re beautiful!” He cooed, crouching down to Isabela. “But not as beautiful as mi flor pequeñita.” His free arm made its way down to tickle her side, causing her to erupt in giggles.

He had really taken to being a girl dad. Pepa hoped their second child would be another girl. “Are you ready to join your prima?” Pepa addressed Isabela, who was clinging to her hand, unwilling to go to her father because it would mean ending their fun.

Isabela struggled with the decision, her eyes darting between her and Dolores. As much as she loved her tía, she loved Lola more. “Okay,” she acquiesced. Letting go of Pepa’s hand, she reached up towards her father.

“Come on, Isa.” Agustín scooped her up with surprising strength, balancing her in his other arm. “You need to rest so you can stay awake at your tío’s party tonight.”

“Party?” Her eyes gleamed excitedly.

“That’s right,” Agustín affirmed. “But you need to sleep now so you can stay awake later.”

Her mouth opened to fight him, but tiredness overtook her and instead she joined Dolores in snuggling onto his chest.

“Thank you,” Pepa mouthed towards him as he took the girls away for naptime.

 Now she was left by herself to contend with the decorations. She wanted to get streamers and sparklers for tonight, maybe even some fireworks if she was lucky, but unfortunately, she and Osvaldo had been on a few bad dates many years ago, and he still hadn’t gotten over how things had ended. There was no way he’d want to do anything nice for her, especially not if it was meant for her husband.

And that really rubbed Pepa the wrong way, because Osvaldo holding a grudge against her was one thing (look, it wasn’t her fault she didn’t want to date a bad kisser, okay?) but taking it out on Félix, the nicest most agreeable man in the whole encanto (no she wasn’t biased) was taking it too far.

What she needed was a way to get the decorations from Osvaldo without bringing up any drama. Her unexpected solution appeared in the form of a disheveled Bruno stumbling out of the kitchen towards her. His hair appeared to be smoking.

“Did you get kicked out of the kitchen too?” Pepa snorted.

Bruno wiped a smudge off his face. Pepa didn’t even want to know what it was. “Still made it longer than you, hermana.”

Pepa rolled her eyes. When would they stop bringing up how bad she was in the kitchen? Cooking wasn’t her thing. They all knew that by now. Get over it. But focus, Pepa; you need him. “Yes, Bruno; you’re a better cook than I am,” she gritted out. The words tasted bad, but she needed to butter him up.

He looked at her strangely. “You feeling okay?”

She sighed. “I need your help, Bruno.”

“With what?”

“Remember how I put off getting the decorations for Félix’s party until the last minute?”

“Yes…?”

“There’s a reason for that. Guess who’s selling the decorations now?”

Bruno scratched his head. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember what I had to eat this morning and you’re asking me to remember who’s selling something we don’t use every day.”

Pepa resisted the urge to snap at him. “Osvaldo Ortiz,” she answered, as calmly as she could.

Bruno shrugged. “So? Osvaldo’s a nice guy.”

Pepa glared at him. “Not to me. We went on a few dates ages ago and he still hasn’t gotten over it.”

“Ah.” Bruno nodded knowledgeably. “He’s one of the ones you dumped for a stupid reason.”

“I didn’t dump him for a stupid reason,” Pepa defended herself, outraged.

“Why did you dump him?”

“Because he was a bad kisser.”

“Which isn’t stupid at all.” Sarcasm dripped from Bruno’s words.

“It wasn’t his fault. I was his first kiss, and he needed someone to teach him how to do it right.” Pepa crossed her arms. “That person wasn’t going to be me. I didn’t have to deal with that.”

“Naturally.”

Pepa huffed. “Are you going to help me or are you just going to stand here and make fun of my dating preferences?”

“Okay, okay.” Bruno held up his arms in defeat. “What do you want, me to go get the decorations for you?”

Pepa shook her head. “No, I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he got to me. Because he didn’t.”

“Clearly,” Bruno muttered under his breath.

Pepa kept going, pretending not to have heard him. “I just want you to come with me to diffuse the tension.”

“That’s all?” He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.

“That’s all,” she promised.

“You’re going to owe me.”

“I figured I would. But please, this is for Félix. It’s not for me. Think about that. He’s your favorite cuñado.”

“You’re so lucky Agustín is upstairs and didn’t hear you say that.”

“I don’t hear you denying it.” She stared him down.

He tried to return the stare but crumbled. “Fine, but I’m not talking unless I have to.”

“That’s just fine, hermanito.” If she was lucky, just his presence would be enough to make Osvaldo reconsider being rude to her.

They walked over to the market together. Pepa filled Bruno in on what she wanted for Félix’s party.

“Streamers, sparklers, and fireworks?” Bruno let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot, especially considering Osvaldo hates you apparently.”

“He doesn’t hate me,” Pepa corrected him, hurt. “He’s just…” She paused to find the right words.

“Not over you; got it, Pepa.” Was he rolling his eyes at her? Brothers…

“Focus, Bruno; we’re doing this for Félix. This is about him, not me,” she insisted.

“Of course it is, Pepa.” Bruno sighed, exasperated. “Fine. Not like I can help in any other way anyway.”

“You don’t have to talk, just be there for moral support,” Pepa reminded him.

“I thought I was there to diffuse the tension.”

Pepa rubbed her temples. Really he was there as insurance that Osvaldo would give her the decorations, but she wasn’t about to tell Bruno that. “Right. That.”

“Are you going to lie and tell him I had a terrible vision about him so he gives you what you want?”

She shot him a scathing look. “Of course not, Bruno; don’t be ridiculous.”

He still appeared wary. “Okay. I hate it when you do that.”

“Don’t worry, Bruno.” She patted his shoulder. “Ah, here he is.” They’d reached Osvaldo’s stand.

Bruno gulped, seeming to regret his decision. “Okay. I’m going to go be not here.” He then immediately ran away.

“So much for support,” she hissed out after him, seeing him disappear into the winding rows of stands. “Hola, Osvaldo,” she greeted the man, infusing unfelt friendliness into her voice.

“Pepa.” He didn’t feel it necessary to do the same. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, today is Félix’s birthday…” She tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear nervously, noticing the man’s attention waning. Bad start, Pepa.

“Is that so?” He asked, disinterested. He had gone around the back of the stand, arranging a bundle of pinwheels in its box.

“Yes, I, uh, was wondering if you had any deco…” Her voice trailed off mid-word as he turned to look at her again. Smooth, Pepa. Of course he has decorations, they’re right in front of you. Gathering up her confidence, she finished her thought, “I wanted to get some decorations for his party tonight.”

Osvaldo grunted, not showing any trace of interest in the matter. “And you thought I would help you? Sell you decorations to celebrate your husband’s birthday? At a party I’m not invited to?”

Pepa let out a disbelieving noise. “I didn’t think you’d want to come! Not after… I thought I was doing you a favor!”

“A favor! Like how you did me a favor by dumping me during lunch break in front of everyone?” His ears grew red.

“Are you going to sell me decorations or not?” Pepa demanded, getting frustrated. The nerve of that man! When was he going to get over it?

He sighed. “Yes, Pepa, I will.” He pulled out the most pitiful pinwheels, their edges curling and drooped, as well as some faded banners. “Here you go.”

“Seriously?” She raised her eyebrow, unimpressed. “That’s the best you can do?”

“For you, Pepa, yes. Take it or leave it.”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t invite you to the party!” she retorted. A devious thought sprang up in her mind. Taking a moment to collect herself, she continued, “Bruno’s going to be there, you know, and he’s had some nasty visions lately. He looked shaken up the last few times he had one. I think he mentioned your name, too…” She let the implication hang in the air. “Oh, there he is now! Bruno!” She waved him down.

Bruno wandered over, holding a half-eaten arepa. “Did you get the decorations, Pepa?” He asked, munching on his snack casually.

“Not yet.” She tapped her foot impatiently, glowering at Osvaldo.

Wanting to diffuse the tension, Bruno spoke up. “Oh, hey, Osvaldo. Nice stand.”

“Thanks, hombre.”

An awkward silence permeated the air. Pepa’s storm clouds weren’t helping matters either.

“Is there any way you can give my sister the decorations so we can leave?” He asked bluntly.

Osvaldo shrugged. “Sorry, Bruno. She’s being a pain.”

Pepa opened her mouth to protest, but Bruno covered it with his hands, pushing her back. “You know how she gets.” He chuckled apologetically.

Pepa clenched her fists, seething. How dare he? He was supposed to be on her side!

“Maybe you can sell them to me instead,” Bruno suggested, shooting her a look to shut up. “I’m not being a pain.”

Osvaldo shook his head. “They’d still be for Félix, so no can do. Besides, I wasn’t even invited to the party. Why would I want to help?”

“That’s too bad, it’s gonna be a great party.” Bruno finished off the arepa, licking the crumbs off his fingers. “These arepas are really good. I’m going to go get some more,” he announced to Pepa and Osvaldo, who were now having a staring match.

“Oh, I love them!” Osvaldo exclaimed. “I get them every day, they’re so good.”

“Every day, huh?” Bruno sized him up and down. “Careful there, buddy. Those pants won’t keep stretching forever.”

Osvaldo frowned, looking down at his pants. “What do you mean?”

But Bruno had already walked away in search of more arepas. “I could bring you some, but you should probably go easy on them,” he called back.

Osvaldo looked at Pepa searchingly. “Was that…?”

Suddenly, Pepa snapped her fingers as if realizing something. “That must have been the vision he had! You’re going to get fat!” She patted his stomach affectionately. “How embarrassing. It would be a shame if everyone in town found out that’s what your future holds.” She fixed him with a determined look.

Osvaldo closed his eyes, defeated. “Tell me which decorations you want.”

She paused, pretending to think. “I’m not sure how much money I have with me.”

He waved off her comment hurriedly. “Just promise not to tell anyone and I’ll give you whatever decorations you want, free of charge.”

“Whatever decorations I want?” Her eyes sparkled with possibility.

That night, the Madrigals were enjoying the party. Everything had gone according to plan. The table was laden with all sorts of delicious foods, including the cake, which was almost gone. Music was booming thanks to the band playing that evening- all lively tunes, just like Félix liked. Thanks to Pepa’s ingenuity, their casita had been decked out in the most lavish decorations: banners, lights, streamers, even some things Pepa hadn’t thought of that Osvaldo had thrown in after being properly motivated.

But the best part was the fireworks. They exploded in the night sky; a brilliant display of colors splashed across the darkness.

Pepa watched them, leaning on Félix’s shoulder as they sat and ate their cake. “Do you like it, mi sol?”

“Like it?” He asked incredulously, bringing another forkful of cake to his mouth. “I love it! How did you get fireworks? I thought they were sold out.”

She pooh-poohed the question. “Nonsense, mi amor. Whatever mi esposo wants for his birthday, he gets.”

He gazed at her adoringly. Even though they’d been married a few years now, the lovestruck expression never faded from his face. “Thank you, mi vida.” He gave her a sticky kiss on the lips. “This is truly the best birthday ever.”

Seeing the pure unadulterated joy on his face, Pepa had to agree.

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How about number 2 for Felix and Peps

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2. "Close the door."

Pepa awoke to the sound of birds chirping and pale sunlight filtering in through the window. It must still be very early, she mused. A glance to her side told her Félix was still asleep; his chest rising and falling steadily as he slumbered on, covered only by a sheet around his middle. Usually he was up before Pepa- she regularly had trouble sleeping, so she made up for it by sleeping as late as she could in the mornings. Which wasn’t always fun, but sometimes it led to more enjoyable wakeup calls, courtesy of Félix. Well, she was up before him now. It was only fair to return the favor.

Careful not to wake him, she slid her hand under the sheet, caressing his bare skin over his belly. He was built like a barrel, so solid and strong. Pepa loved it. Her hand snaked into his boxers, palming at his length. She wasn’t overly concerned about waking him. After all, this was the man that slept through years of little ones crying in the middle of the night. Sure, he’d wake up if it happened to be one of his own, but after he took care of the kid, he’d be out like a light in a minute. Meanwhile, Pepa would be left tossing and turning, struggling to fall back asleep. Besides, even if she did wake him, he could make her morning even better.

He stirred slightly, murmuring, but stayed asleep.

Letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, she began to move her hand, running over his length, up and down, not grabbing him yet. She kept her touches soft as she merely felt him, trailing her palm and fingers gently over his soft length until it began to harden under her hand.

He shifted a little, letting out a soft groan, before settling back into his slumber.

Pepa had stilled her hand, not wanting to wake him, but as soon as he’d drifted back into a deeper sleep, she encircled him with her hand and began to stroke him, just the way he liked it. There were so many mornings when he had given her unbelievable pleasure, and she wanted to do the same for him. For her wonderful husband, whom she loved with all her heart, who had given her the life of her dreams. Who was growing harder from her ministrations…

This time, his groan was louder. “Pepi.” He bucked his hips into her hand, seeking more contact. A dopey smile spread on his face and he sighed.

But Pepa had different plans. As endearing as she found it for him to dream about her, still, after all these years, she didn’t want this to end with him making a mess in her hand. Continuing her motions, she shifted herself down on the bed, ready to give him a wakeup call to rival whatever was happening in his dreams. Teeming with anticipation, she pulled down his boxers, allowing his length to spring up to full attention.

No sooner had she done that than he began to stir. It must have been the gentle breeze coming in through the window beckoning him back into the world of consciousness, since she wasn’t touching him anymore. Taking a moment to admire the way he looked on the bed, half naked with a sheet draped haphazardly over his torso, she leaned down and began to press sweet kisses over the strip of belly left uncovered.

He was self-conscious about it at times, joking how Pepa would leave him for a younger, more muscular man. Pepa, of course, found this ridiculous. Félix was the love of her life, her soulmate, the umbrella to her rain, the sunglasses to her sunny day. He was perfect for her, and she loved him exactly as he was. So she made a point of it to show how much she appreciated him. All of him.

Though her kisses were gentle, he began to rouse.

Pepa had veered lower, kissing down the trail of hair leading down from his navel towards her destination. A few kisses away from it, she was stopped by Félix’s guttural moan that was just slightly too loud for him to still be asleep. She glanced up furtively from where she had crouched by his legs to see his eyes fluttering open.

“Pepa.” His voice was heavy with sleep. Slowly, his eyes drifted open to take in the scene.

“Good morning, mi vida.” Pepa couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. It seemed like you were having quite the dream.”

He didn’t show a shred of embarrassment. “I was…” he agreed, “but this is better.”

“Is that so?” Pepa raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yeah.” Félix offered her a loving smile. “You want to know why?”

Pepa couldn’t resist playing along. “Why?”

“Because this is real.”

And just like that, he had managed to make her melt yet again. How did she get so lucky? She gazed up into his love-filled eyes, basking in the bliss of the moment, until she had remembered what she had been planning to do. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from his, swirling lazy spirals in the hair on his stomach as she prepared to lower her head back down. Before her lips touched him, she felt his hand on her shoulder, stopping her. Confused, she looked up questioningly. “Amor?”

The hand on her shoulder guided her back up to lie by his side. “Not that I don’t love what you’re thinking, but first,” Félix tucked a strand of hair that had fallen out of Pepa’s braid behind her ear, “I want to kiss you.”

She caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand as their lips met in a chaste kiss, which didn’t stay chaste for long. Pepa had gotten Félix close to his peak and, judging by the wetness she felt between her legs, she was more than ready herself. Her lips parted, savoring the kiss, and his tongue slid into her mouth. Her legs tangled with his as they deepened the kiss. Vivid images flashed through her mind: all the wonderful things they could do together, without any interruption.

However, a persistent creaking interrupted her fantasizing. That little breeze she had been enjoying earlier had caused the door to swing open; not wide enough for anyone to see anything not suitable for public, but enough to give Pepa pause about continuing.

“Pepa?” Félix had noticed her withdraw from their affections. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but,” she rolled her eyes, “but the stupid door keeps opening, thanks to the wind. And I can’t control it because it’s not my wind that’s doing it. I’m not making any wind right now, as you know. Actually, I think you know exactly what my weather is doing.” She peeled the sheet off of her sweat slicked skin to illustrate her point.

Félix rested both his hands on her shoulders to ground her. “So close it,” he said gently.

“Close it?” Pepa repeated, as if the idea were completely novel to her.

“Yeah. Close the door. We can keep going after.”

“Right.” Feeling incredibly stupid, she stood up and closed the door shut.

Félix smiled at her encouragingly. “Good. While you’re there, you might as well lock it too.”

Pepa shot him a flirtatious look as she clicked the lock in place. “There we go.” Her hands only fumbled slightly; she couldn’t quite shake the worries easily, although she had come a long way.

“Okay.” Félix nodded his approval. “The door is closed and locked, no one is bothering us, there’s only one thing that’s missing.” He listed off on his fingers.

“What?” Pepa asked, perplexed.

“For my beautiful wife to come back to bed with me.” He flashed her a grin, throwing the sheet off of himself and patting the mattress next to him.

“Coqueto.” She swatted him lightly with the corner of the sheet after lying back down.

“Is that a problem?” Félix joked, tracing loopy designs on the bare skin of her arms. He knew that the best way to calm her down after she got upset was to distract her while comforting her, and she loved him for that.

“I suppose not,” she played along. “As long as it’s only with me.” She couldn’t resist teasing him back.

He appeared mystified. “Who else would I possibly flirt with?”

Pepa screwed up her features in thought. “Well, I would say the woman in your dream, but I could hear you moaning my name, so I know you were dreaming about me.” The thought still brought a bashful expression to her face.

“Was I talking in my sleep again?” Félix laughed. “That’s right, Pepi. You and no one else.” A dreamy smile spread on his face. “It was some dream…”

Pepa snorted. “Sure seemed that way.” She waited for him to elaborate. “Well? Are you going to tell me?”

“Does someone want to make my dream come true?” Félix grinned, raising his hands up to block another swat.

“Cute.” Pepa crossed her arms, pouting. “I don’t know if I should now.”

“I think you’ll change your mind after I tell you what it was.”

“Go on,” she prompted with a wave of her hand, her curiosity piqued.

He leaned back, bending an arm behind his head and closing his eyes. “We were at a wedding. The ceremony had ended and everyone was dancing up a storm, especially you. Eh, not literally,” he clarified sheepishly, “bad choice of words.”

Pepa waved for him to continue speaking. With all the different weather-related colloquialisms permeating daily language, she had learned to tune them out ages ago.

Félix cleared his throat before continuing. “So everyone was dancing, but you were the best dancer of them all. Nobody could take their eyes off you. It was like you’d hypnotized them.”

“Nobody, or just you?” Pepa questioned, skeptically. She was a good dancer, she knew that, but she wasn’t sure she could draw a crowd’s attention with her dancing. When she was younger, sure, but not now.

“Nobody, honest!” Félix insisted, raising his hands in surrender. “You were radiant. It was as if the sun glowed from you instead of above you. And the way you moved…” He sighed. “Let’s just say, I was grateful to be the one who got to take you home afterward.”

Pepa scoffed. “Don’t tell me there were other takers.”

The expression on Félix’s face darkened. “If there were, they had the good sense to keep it to themselves.”

“And I thought I got jealous.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “So then what happened?”

“Since my back isn’t what it used to be, I watched you dance while I played my tiple with the others. And after everything was finally over, I took you home and promised you that I would play your body like a tiple.”

A shiver ran down Pepa’s spine. She knew just how talented he was at playing. “Did you?”

“I didn’t get to do everything I wanted since you woke me up, but the noises coming out of your mouth were sweeter than any music,” Félix answered her.

Pepa gulped. She was just as affected by his dream as he was. “That dream sounds, incredible.” She fanned herself rapidly with her hand.

Félix shrugged. “It was. But I’m not sure I managed to tell it properly. You know I’m not very good with my words.”

That was bull and they both knew it. Aside from being a talented musician, he was a gifted storyteller as well.

“How about I just show you instead?”

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Prompt 50: “People are staring.”

Pepa and Felix!

Of course them, who else! I kinda hijacked this to write a "strangers meeting in a bar" roleplay idea that I've been tinkering with since May because of course those two are freaky. Loosely inspired by a song that makes me absolutely feral and has Félix/Pepa written all over it.

Modern AU, and steamy, obviously.

Pepa sat at the bar, idly stirring her drink. She had come out with Julieta, hoping to have a girls’ night out, but after about an hour, an urgent injury cut their evening short. Julieta had practically run out of the bar, pouring out apologies and promising Pepa that next week would be different. Which was what she said every week…

Now Pepa sat alone, nursing her drink, and observing the crowd of people. The dance floor was full, and the music was lively, but she didn’t really feel like joining in. Not by herself, anyway. She missed Félix. Where was he…

Her lips curved into a smile as she spotted him at the other side of the bar. He had gone out with Agustín and Bruno for a boys’ night, and, she noted with a trace of displeasure, their night seemed to be going much better than hers. Not that she begrudged her husband some fun with his brothers-in-law, but she was sitting all by herself, all dressed up, and yet no one was paying attention to her. It didn’t seem right. Félix could bond with the guys another time. Right now, she needed her husband.

She caught his eye, smiling at him flirtatiously. Surely he wouldn’t want his wife to suffer all by herself, abandoned by her sister and now languishing all alone at the bar. Pulling out her phone, she tapped out a quick text. I miss you.

He didn’t reply immediately. While she waited, she scrolled through the camera roll on her phone. Under the many, many photos of their children, there was a folder containing some more…risqué material of her and Félix. Her cheeks flushed as she looked through the photos they had taken, both together and apart. They didn’t help her plight in the slightest.

Deciding she was done with waiting for a reply, she texted him, Come here. I need you. For good measure, she sent along a photo of herself. A “thirst trap”, she thought the kids call it.

That got a reaction out of him. Checking to see that Bruno and Agustín were distracted, he typed his reply. You need me, huh?

No sooner had she gotten the text than she replied. Sí. I’m over here suffering all by myself, and you’re having fun over there. I need mi esposo to come take care of me.

Take care of you how?

Oh, he was enjoying this. Pepa frowned, concentrating as she typed. You know how. If you’re so interested in playing games, I should get to pick, since I’m the one dying of boredom.

She swore she could see him gulp. What game do you want to play?

You know which one.

Much to her pleasure, he turned to Agustín and Bruno, probably giving some sort of lackluster explanation as to why he had to go, then meandered over to where she was sitting. Of course, he didn’t go right up to her and talk to her right away. That wasn’t how this game worked.

She sat patiently, stirring her drink and swinging her legs as she waited for him to approach her.

But he was going to play the game properly, she noted with satisfaction. He would glance over at her, then as soon as she met his eye, look away. This went on for a few minutes until she saw him talking to the bartender, pointing her out.

The bartender stifled a smirk and, to his credit, merely nodded. He had worked there long enough to know what Félix and Pepa were like. He set out mixing up a cocktail, identical to the one Pepa had almost emptied by this time.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Oh, he was really going all out.

Soon, a tall glass was placed in front of her. “Tequila sunrise,” announced the bartender. “Compliments of the gentleman sitting at the end of the bar.” Somehow, he managed to maintain a semblance of professionalism and not roll his eyes at the antics of one of the town’s most well-known couples.

“Give him my thanks.” Pepa took a dainty sip from the drink, casting Félix a sidelong glance. She waved at him coyly, signaling him to approach her.

He took his sweet time, sauntering over suavely, stopping to greet a few people on the way.

Irritation bubbled up in Pepa. How dare he keep her waiting like that? A part of her knew she was being irrational, but a bigger part of her wished he’d just get on with it already.

Finally, he reached where she was sitting and leaned against the bar. He was just tall enough to be able to rest an elbow on the bar and lean on it while standing. To her surprise, he didn’t speak to her yet, apparently content to merely observe her.

The intense attention was beginning to make Pepa squirm. She swallowed hard, finally addressing him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Félix shifted the position of his elbow, angling his body closer to Pepa. “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, hermosa. It’s just that…” He paused, glancing down at his arm suddenly. “You are so beautiful that this must be a dream. Pinch me.” He punctuated the comment with a small pinch on his forearm, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. “Am I dreaming, amor? Or are you just a dream come true?”

As cheesy as it was, he had broken the ice. Pepa snorted through her nose. “Oh, come on. Has that line ever worked on anyone?”

Félix shrugged, a casual smile playing on his lips. “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.” He mimed locking his lips and throwing the key over his shoulder.

Pepa suppressed a giggle. He was really playing up the Casanova bit. She loved seeing his confidence, but she was going to make him work a little harder. “Is that so?” She asked disinterestedly, chasing down the last dregs of her first drink before moving onto to her second.

He didn’t take her bait, instead raking his eyes up and down over her body. She wore a sinfully red slinky dress that hugged and accentuated her curves. A small gulp traveled down his throat as he continued drinking her in through hooded eyes.

She allowed him to ogle her for a few minutes, basking in the attention. She knew that she looked good. It felt nice to be appreciated, even if he was blatantly objectifying her. A quarter of the second drink had followed the first. “Are you just going to stand there and undress me with your eyes?” Her tone was flat, almost bored, but tinged with curiosity.

Félix shot her his winning grin, dazzling her with a mouthful of pearly whites. “Well, I’d much rather undress you with my hands,” he said conversationally. “Unfortunately, we’re in public.”

Leave it to him to be direct. Feeling her skin start to heat up, Pepa decided to have a little more fun with him and see just how far he would take his act. She raised her left hand in front of her, wiggling her fingers to make the light glint off her wedding ring. “I have a husband.”

“Do you?” He replied nonchalantly, as if she’d merely informed him that she had a cat. His hand curved over her thigh. “Does he take care of you?”

Trying to stave off the hitch in her breath that his touch always brought, Pepa gave a noncommittal shrug. “I haven’t kicked him out yet.”

Félix laughed. “Feisty, I like that.” He gestured to her drink. “I see you’re enjoying your drink.”

Pepa drew a long sip through her straw. “Yes, thank you.” Tequila burned all the way down her throat. The bartender had made this one stronger. She’d have to thank him too at some point…

“Although I have to say, you don’t really strike me as the tequila sunrise type.”

Pepa arched an eyebrow delicately. “Oh no?”

Félix shook his head. “You seem much more like a hurricane.”

The double entendre was not lost on her. Her mouth fell open in outrage. How dare he? Clear skies, clear skies…“I don’t know why I’m still talking to you when I have a wonderful husband. One who’s kind and doesn’t push my buttons,” she fumed, fixing him with a pointed look. She breathed, trying to calm the small gust of wind that had sprung up around them.

Félix took the display in stride, finally removing the hand that was burning a hole in Pepa’s thigh. “Well then maybe you should go be with that husband of yours. But I can offer you a night you’ll never forget.”

“Can you?”

His hand came to rest on her arm, far more gently than before. “I can make you feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Touch you in ways that’ll light all your nerve endings on fire.” He leaned closer to her ear, lowering his voice. “I can fuck you until you leave claw marks down my back from sheer ecstasy. Until you feel like you can’t take it anymore and beg me for mercy. Until the only thing left in your head is the name you’ll be screaming until your voice gives out.” He pulled back, smirking smugly. “Can your husband do that?”

His words had the desired effect. Pepa felt lightheaded. Her goading had shown he was fully committed to the act, which was…exhilarating. Her entire body felt like it was burning up. She exhaled shallowly, trying to collect herself. “He’d better.”

Félix chuckled softly. He moved closer to her, invading her space. “So what’ll it be?”

Pepa instinctively leaned back, leaving him standing above her. His mere presence affected her more strongly than any aphrodisiac. He was so close that she was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her core. For that matter, everyone else could probably tell too. The humidity in the courtyard around them had ratcheted up significantly.

A few heads had turned in their direction, tilting curiously, people no doubt having noticed the change in weather.

“People are staring,” Pepa whispered, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment.

Félix’s reply was perfectly calm. “Let them.”

The alcohol was starting to hit Pepa. She felt buzzed, unsure how much of the fire coursing through her veins could be attributed to the drinks and how much to her ever-increasing desire. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she considered her next move. She crossed her legs, trying to calm her heartrate. If the ruined scrap of fabric between her legs was anything to go by, staying was no longer an option.

Félix’s fingertips began dancing up her arm, sending up shivers in their wake and jarring her from her alcohol induced stupor.

He wanted them to go. She wanted them to go. What were they waiting for?

Having finally decided, she slung her purse over her shoulder and craned over to his ear to whisper, “Let’s go.”

They stumbled home sloppily, Pepa draped almost entirely over Félix. Those drinks really had been strong… Somehow, they’d managed the locks and made their way up the stairs into their bedroom.

After clicking their own lock into place, Félix turned to face Pepa, who was still standing by the door.

Her chest heaved with anticipation as he stalked over to her. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he informed her, backing her into the wall with a quiet thud.

Pepa’s eyes blazed into his. With surprising boldness for someone whose hands were currently being pinned above her head, she shook her head. “No more talking. You did enough of that earlier.”

“You didn’t like my flirting?” Félix joked, feigning hurt.

“There are..” She was starting to feel dizzy. Was his thigh pressing into her? Or is that just what she desperately wanted to happen? “Better uses for your mouth…” she panted out deliriously.

He stared at her, her silhouette illuminated solely by the moonlight streaming in through the window. They hadn’t bothered with the lights, not in the mood to deal with switches. Finally, he acquiesced. “As you wish, mi vida.”

Before she could even process his response, he swooped over her and covered her lips with his own. She sighed her relief, allowing his tongue entrance. He had a silver tongue in more ways than one…

Soft little whimpers escaped her lips as he ravaged her. His hand had dropped her arms to undo the zipper of her dress. It was a delicate thing that was far too easy to break. He’d better not break it.

Her eyes flashed him a warning and she used her newly freed hands to swat away his fingers, fiddling with the stupid zipper until she’d gotten it worked most of the way down, when she encountered resistance. Surprised, she looked over to see Félix blocking her side with his hand.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he crouched down and used his teeth to pull the zipper down the rest of the way.

Pepa rolled her eyes. Showoff. But his display reminded her that there were better uses for those too. Impatiently, she shoved the dress off unceremoniously, letting it pool around her feet. She raised an eyebrow towards him questioningly. Well?

She didn’t have to wait long for her answer. Large hands had come up to cover her breasts, kneading them roughly over the satin of her bra before ridding themselves of the obstacle. His lips attached to the column of her neck, licking off the sweat that had accumulated before sucking in the skin and leaving little nips. Meanwhile, his hands continued to work her breasts, eliciting the most exquisite noises from her.

Pepa rubbed her thighs together, seeking friction to alleviate her ever growing frustration. While she appreciated his thoroughness as a lover, she wished he would just hurry up already. He’d mentioned something earlier about making her scream, and she really wanted to get to that part before she died of old age.

 Ever perceptive, he inserted his leg between her own to stop her motions. His eyes widened as he was met with sodden fabric, her arousal no doubt seeping out onto his pants. Apparently deciding that he had done enough teasing, he scooped her effortlessly in his arms, depositing her onto the bed the same way he had done when they were newlyweds.

Pepa scooted up the bed, trying not to pay too much attention to the insistent throbbing that would have to be addressed. Her head came to rest on the pillow, cradled by it softly. There was something in the moments he showed his strength that really riled her up. When he picked her up like that, she felt small, fragile, like she could break at any moment, yet she knew he wouldn’t let her. He would always make sure she was whole. The thought made her stomach flutter.

Félix crawled over the mattress, causing it to dip. At some point, he had divested himself of his clothing, so skin rubbed against skin unencumbered. His eyes threatened to devour Pepa. His hot breath fell on her chest as his eyes bored into hers.

The anticipation was killing her. She had spent the entire night worked up and was more than ready to be satisfied. Had the sheets always been so cool, or was her skin just that overheated? See? She was burning up with desire. He would have to tend to the flame. Suddenly, she yanked his head down towards her own and kissed him harshly.

The spell had broken. That thin, tenuous bubble keeping them apart had burst as they crashed into each other. They kissed fervently, drawing ragged breaths from shared air, hands roaming freely over their exposed skin. The ruined scrap of fabric that had formerly been underwear was flung somewhere across the room. Neither one of them particularly cared where it had landed.

Not now. Not when they were on the precipice of sating their hunger. Satisfying their need to consume and be consumed by the other.

 She was so wet that he slid in easily. She probably would have screamed then, but she was having a hard time catching her breath. The air weighed down on them oppressively, humid and sticky. All she could do was pant desperately for breath and grasp at the sheets as her wonderful husband pounded her into the mattress.

His brows furrowed in concentration and he grunted as he bore down on her. This was no longer the sweet, thoughtful Félix who had escorted her home. Oh no. In his place was someone ferocious, chasing his own pleasure relentlessly.

His pace was brutal. Pepa held on for dear life: feet hooked around his sides, nails leaving the most honest love letters on his back. True to his word, he did make her scream. Again. And again. And again.

At long last, they collapsed, exhausted. They had lost count of how many rounds they had gone. It was all they could do to lie there, boneless and utterly satisfied. Pepa wanted to take a second to collect herself when Félix spoke up.

“So? Did I do it?”

Pepa turned to look at him. “Do what?”

“You know…” he trailed off flirtatiously, “what I promised I’d do in the bar.”

Of course he would be smug about it. “I don’t know…” Pepa’s fingertips traced lightly over the gashes she had left in his back, making him wince. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’d say so.” He inhaled sharply. “Ay, that stings.”

“Pobrecito…” Pepa cooed. “Maybe you shouldn’t have made such big promises then.”

“You love my big promises,” he pointed out.

“I do.” She pecked his lips sweetly. “I’ll get you some of Julieta’s food in the morning before you head down.”

“Mi esposa takes such good care of me.” He beamed at her in the semidarkness.

“Because mi esposo takes such good care of me.” Pepa maneuvered herself closer to his body. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Of course, mi vida.” His arm draped over her middle like a blanket. “Anything you need.”

She hummed contentedly as she drifted off, right next to her husband.

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Awww Pepa is an affectionate clingy drunk...who also apparently table dances. Now I'm curious to hear more of her past drunken shenanigans

Admit it, you just want to hear about her table dancing. But oh yeah, she's had some fun times. Let's see what happened on the night of her 18th birthday. Inspired by @ironmariposa's fic, Say Something, and this drawing.

Note: This piece involves some mentioned and actual underage drinking, which I do not endorse.

Every year, the Madrigal triplets’ birthday was an occasion celebrated by the entire town. Not only was it the birthday of three of the most beloved people in town, but it also marked the anniversary of the founding of their encanto. The parties grew bigger and bigger every next year.

As expected, their 18th birthday party was an absolute blowout. Everyone in town had shown up at la casa Madrigal, dancing to lively music and partaking in food and drinks (the alcoholic ones quite strong, thanks to Alma). The plethora of bright lights decorating the courtyard ensured that the party stretched on late into the night. Families with children made an earlier exit, saying a gracious goodbye before going to put their little ones to bed. Eventually, even the adults grew tired of partying and left.

It seemed like most people were partied out, with the exception of one of the birthday girls herself. Pepa Madrigal hadn’t sat down the entire evening; dancing both alone and with guys who had shyly asked her for a dance. She was still twirling around when the band wrapped up their last song.

Registering that the music was gone, she stopped herself mid twirl; nearly toppling over. “Hey, where’d the music go?” Her feet tapped of their own accord, clearly itching to keep dancing.

“The party is over, Pepa,” Alma spoke, coming over after bidding the last couple of stragglers farewell.

“Over?” Pepa was astounded.

“Everyone’s already left,” Alma pointed out. “It was a great party, but it had to end at some point.”

“But mamá-“

“No buts, mi niña.” Alma’s voice was stern but soft. “It’s late. We should get some sleep.” She wrapped an arm around Pepa, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Pepa crossed her arms, the idea clearly not to her liking. “It’s our 18th birthday party. We only turn 18 once. There’s no way I’m going to bed this early.”

“Well I am,” Bruno chimed in. He covered a yawn. “I’m exhausted. Buenas noches.” Large gatherings tired Bruno out more than most people. He made his way back inside the house and headed to bed.

“You would do well to follow his example.” Alma looked at Pepa pointedly.

Pepa snorted. “I’m not tired, mamá. I couldn’t sleep now if I tried. I’m too excited!” She clapped her hands a few times in quick succession.

Alma pursed her lips. “The rest of us would beg to differ. Come on, Pepa. You can’t just stay out here all night.” She took a step towards the house.

Pepa opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by the stony look on her mother’s face. They stared each other down, battling to see who had the stronger will.

Fortunately, at that moment Félix appeared. “Disculpe, doña Alma.” He approached them, coming back from the door where he had been hanging out. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you wanted to get some sleep.”

Alma’s expression softened. “Hola, Félix; yes- I was just telling Pepa that the party was over. Even though everyone else has left, she doesn’t want to believe me.”

“Because it’s our 18th birthday! There’s no way it can be over so soon,” Pepa sulked.

Félix stepped in between the two women, clapping a hand on each of their shoulders. “Doña Alma, I understand you need your rest.” He then turned to address Pepa. “And yes, Pepa, I know you don’t want the party to be over so soon.”

“Thank you!” Pepa exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “Someone understands.”

Félix cracked a smile and rubbed her shoulder soothingly before dropping his hand, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “What if there was a way for both of you to get what you want?”

“I’m listening.” Alma faced him, intrigued.

“You guys can come over to my house. That way you can keep celebrating, but your mamá can get some sleep.” He looked from Pepa to Julieta, who was cleaning up. “Bruno is invited too,” he added hastily, throwing a nervous glance over to Alma.

“Bruno already went to bed,” Alma informed him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Oh.” Félix didn’t appear terribly upset by the information. “Well, the two of you can still come, if you want. That is, if that’s okay with you, doña Alma.” He looked at the older woman for permission.

“Is anyone else going to be there?” Alma questioned.

“Some of my friends,” Félix answered vaguely. “Don’t worry, it won’t be just us.”

Worries assuaged, Alma nodded. “I suppose that sounds all right.” She stifled a yawn of her own. “I trust you, Félix. Julieta, put that down,” she commanded.

A surprised Julieta warily set down the rag she’d been using to wipe down the table.

“It’s your birthday.” Alma tilted her head towards where Félix and Pepa had started chatting animatedly. “Go, have fun.” She smiled at her girls.

“Really?” Pepa’s eyes lit up with excitement. “¡Gracias, mamá!” She kissed her mother on the cheek and started jumping up and down.

Julieta’s reaction was a bit more subdued. “Gracias, mamá.” She hugged her mother. “I promise, I’ll keep an eye on Pepa,” she whispered before Alma could even ask.

“Thank you.” She kissed Julieta on the cheek. “I know I can count on you.” Waving goodnight, she retreated into the house, leaving the girls alone with Félix.

Grinning, he threw an arm around each of their shoulders. “Let’s go!”

The three made their way towards the Castillo house. Pepa skipped giddily down the road, while Julieta walked next to Félix.

“Can’t wait to see all your friends who are going to join us,” she quipped, nudging him.

He had the decency to look abashed. “Okay, so that was a bit of a lie.”

Julieta tutted, shaking her head from side to side. “Lying to my mamá…I think Pepa is a bad influence on you.” She met Félix’s apprehensive glance with a smile. “Speaking of Pepa…” she trailed off, waiting expectantly for his response.

Félix didn’t take the bait. “What about her?”

Julieta sighed. “Am I gonna spend the night chaperoning you two?” She looked at him knowingly.

Félix turned his head away. “You know it’s not like that,” he said quietly. There was a wistful note in his voice.

Julieta quirked an eyebrow. “Still? Félix, she li-”

“Besides,” he interrupted her, throwing an arm around her shoulder, fixing a dazzling smile back on his face, “I invited someone for you too.”

“Oh?” He had her attention

“Agustín is going to join us.” It was Félix’s turn to nudge Julieta.

Julieta’s features assumed a dreamy expression. “Agustín?”

“That’s right, Juli; your chico amante is going to be there.” He watched her blush, amused. “So let’s get this party started, eh?” He yelled, coming to a stop in front of his house.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be so loud,” Julieta suggested anxiously, wringing her hands together. “We could wake someone up.”

“My whole family sleeps like the dead.” Félix waved off her concerns, turning on the lights. “You gotta, when there’s so many people under one roof. Relax, let’s have some fun!” He quickly pulled out a table and chairs, gesturing for them to sit.

“And the party continues!” Pepa whooped, a faint rainbow haloing her head.

At that moment, Agustín appeared at the gate. “I’m not too late, am I?”

“Nah, hombre; we just got here,” Félix reassured him, rummaging around the cellar.

“Oh good.” Agustín walked over to Julieta and greeted her with a kiss. “You look beautiful, mi flor.”

“Agustín…” Julieta whined, but the smile on her face betrayed how flattered she felt.

On the other side of the table, Pepa’s eyes darted over to Félix hopefully, then back to where the others were sitting.

Félix exclaimed triumphantly, brandishing a bottle. “Look what I found!” He brought it back to the table, along with four shot glasses.

“Now it’s a party!” Pepa’s eyes gleamed, watching Félix pour a generous measure into each glass.

Julieta reached over for the bottle, sniffing its contents cautiously. “Whew, that’s strong!” She waved a hand in front of her nose to dispel the fumes.

“You know it.” Félix puffed out his chest. He handed a glass to the others, then raised his in the air. “To the Madrigal triplets. Even Bruno, who’d rather sleep than party.” He snickered. “A very happy 18th birthday to the three of you. ¡Salud!”

The others echoed his toast and clinked glasses. Julieta and Agustín sipped the liquor, whereas Pepa threw back the shot in one go.

“Go easy, Pepa,” Julieta warned her, grimacing. “That stuff is really strong.”

“It’s fine,” Pepa dismissed her with a wave. “Not like it’s my first time drinking it.” She put the empty glass down on the table with a thud.

Julieta’s eyes widened, scandalized. “Pepa!”

Pepa rolled her eyes. “Spare me, señorita perfecta. I know it’s not your first time either,” she shot back smugly.

“Yes, but I have the good sense not to go around bragging about it,” Julieta hissed, casting nervous glances at their surroundings. “Besides, I’ve only done it a few times. You, on the other hand…” she prompted.

Pepa shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, it’s legal now!” She let out a euphoric yell and held her glass out to Félix. “Let’s have another one!”

Félix refilled their glasses and pointed the bottle to Julieta and Agustín. “Want to join us?”

“One is enough for me,” Julieta declined. “I had some wine earlier too.”

Pepa let out a disbelieving noise. “And yet you want to lecture me about drinking too much.”

“There’s a difference between wine and guaro, Pepa.” Julieta rested her empty glass on the table. “Be careful.”

“Agustín?” The bottle was aimed towards him now.

He shook his head, coughing. “Think it’s a bit too strong for me.” He paused to cough. “Shit burns like fire.”

Félix chuckled. “Suit yourself.” He turned towards Pepa, raising his glass towards her. “Guess it’s just you and me, Pepa. Salud.”

“Salud,” she repeated, clinking their glasses together. Electricity charged the air around them as they locked eyes. As soon as it had come, the moment passed.

They sat like that for some time, talking and drinking, with Félix refilling the emptied glasses every so often. The night had grown chilly. Julieta wrapped her shawl around herself and curled into Agustín, whose arm was wrapped around her.

“Aww,” Pepa cooed, rocking back in her chair. “You guys are so cute!”

Julieta smiled contentedly, snuggling into Agustín. “Thank you, Pepa.”

“I’m so glad you guys stopped being dumb,” Pepa continued. “You’ve liked each other for ages now.”

Julieta and Agustín exchanged knowing looks.

“It was torture watching you two fumbling around each other.” Pepa prattled on obliviously. “Hey, Félix, let’s have another shot!” She suggested loudly.

Félix reached over for the bottle, finding it considerably lighter than when they’d started. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Pepa. We’ve already had a lot.”

Pepa scoffed. “I didn’t realize you’d become such a lightweight, Castillo.” She picked up the bottle, sloshing liquid around inside, and poured herself another shot. Some of the liquor splashed out onto the table.

“I’m not, Pepi; I just don’t want your mamá to kill me.” Félix took the bottle away from her, stashing it back in the cellar.

“Relax, mamá loves you,” Pepa called out, undisturbed.

“Definitely likes him better than me,” Agustín murmured to Julieta, who elbowed him hard. “Ow!”

Félix had heard him. “And let’s keep it that way, eh?” He pasted on a grin. “No more alcohol, Pepa. You had enough for tonight.”

Pepa pouted. “That’s not very nice to the birthday girl.” She twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger. “People should get to do whatever they want on their birthday.”

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t end up with them spending the entire next day throwing up.” Julieta wasn’t even trying to be quiet.

Pepa ignored her. “I feel like dancing. Let’s dance!” She stood up, catching herself on her chair as she stumbled forward. “Come on!” With surprising strength, she yanked Félix out of his chair.

They spun around sloppily. Pepa led and Félix held onto her hand and waist gingerly.

“Pepa…I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Félix looked at her, worried.

Pepa stopped in her tracks, making Félix bump into her. “You don’t want to dance with me,” she accused. “You don’t like dancing with me.” Her lower lip wobbled.

“No, Pepa, that’s not it, I-“ Félix’s eyes sought out Julieta for help.

But Pepa had used the moment to free herself from his grasp and had marched over to Agustín. “Dance with me, city boy!” She proclaimed, pulling him out of his chair.

“When are you going to stop calling me tha- hey!” He protested as she started dancing around him, practically using him as a prop. He didn’t need Julieta’s eyes burning into him to make him let go of Pepa’s hand. “Better not,” he excused himself. “You know how clumsy I am. I don’t want to hurt the birthday girl.” He tried to play it off as a joke.

Félix looked to Julieta, who smiled at him reassuringly as she wrapped Agustín’s arm back around herself. Tension he didn’t even know he was feeling dissipated.

Pepa stared at the three sitting at the table. “Fine,” she fumed. “Fine. No one wants to dance with me? I’ll dance by myself!” She swayed from side to side, humming a nonsensical melody and swishing her skirt around.

“Pepa, I think you should sit down,” Julieta spoke up. “You’ve had a lot to drink. You could get hurt.”

“Nonsense, hermana.” Pepa laughed. “I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. I feel amazing!” She spun in circles, arms flung out to the side.

“Pepa-“

“Why don’t you guys believe me? Look, I’ll prove it to you.” Before anyone could stop her, she’d clambered onto the table and stood up.

Shocked, the other three scooted their chairs back.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Pepa?” Julieta frowned, eyeing Pepa suspiciously.

“Dancing, obviously.” Pepa shook her head as if the question were ridiculous. She began humming the same melody, moving her feet in complicated patterns and shaking her hips. Rain started pattering around her, causing her feet to slip on the now slick table.

The other three stared at her in horror.

“Please get down, Pepa,” Julieta begged.

“It’s really not safe,” Agustín added.

“I’m fine.” Pepa twirled, but her momentum was too strong. It carried her right off the table, into Félix’s waiting arms.

When he saw her lose her balance, he’d materialized next to her in a flash. “I got you,” he reassured her.

If the blush on her face didn’t make it clear enough, the rainbow hanging overhead certainly showed how pleased she was with this development. “Thank you.”

Félix cleared his throat. “It’s nothing.” He set her down and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“Maybe you should take her home,” Julieta suggested quietly. “Before she actually gets herself hurt.”

“You just want to be alone with Agustín,” Félix teased her, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Come on, Pepi.” He took her hand. “Let’s go home.”

“Don’t want to,” she whined, twisting her hand out of his grasp.

He tried for several minutes, unsuccessfully, to grab onto her hand, but she managed to evade him.

“Do something,” Julieta mouthed towards him.

He sighed. “Pepa, I’m so sorry.” Grabbing her around the middle, he hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Hey!” She exclaimed indignantly. “Put me down!” She kicked her feet, flailing around, to no avail. A small cloud appeared over her head.

Félix waited for her to calm down a bit before starting to walk. “Let’s go, Pepi.”

He carried her all the way to la casa Madrigal. She’d tired herself out shortly after they set out and flopped around limply for the rest of the journey. They entered quietly; Félix thought his footsteps sounded more muffled than normal, but that was probably the alcohol blunting his senses. Slowly, they climbed the stairs. Félix grunted with every step. Pepa wasn’t heavy by any stretch of the imagination, but it had been a long walk. Finally, they reached her door, and he set her down on her feet.

She was quiet, offering him a shy smile.

“Are you going to be okay?” Félix asked her. She’d had a lot to drink. The morning would not be fun for her.

“I’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice lacking the energy it had held all night.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Thank you for bringing me home.” She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“Of course, Pepa, anyti-“ The rest of the word was cut off by her lips swiftly covering his. They were sticky from the alcohol and pressed way too hard against his, but he didn’t move away.

After what seemed like forever, but really was only a few seconds, she pulled back. She examined him for any sign of protest, and finding none, beamed. Once more, a rainbow sprung up overhead.

Félix smiled. “Happy birthday, Pepa,” he said as he turned around. Clearly, Pepa was more drunk than he’d thought.

Or maybe… a small hopeful part of him whispered… maybe Julieta is right.

The thought carried him all the way home.

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Can we have a NSFW snippet where Pepa and Felix get handsy in the kitchen or something and have to continuously fix their clothing to not get caught?

Yes! Sorry this took a bit of time, but I hope you're pleased with the result. Félix and Pepa get spicy in the morning...

The sun had just risen when Félix found Pepa standing by the counter in the kitchen, gazing through the window. “I wasn’t expecting to see you down here this early,” he remarked.

“I could say the same for you.” She accepted his good morning kiss. “What are you doing here?”

“Well at first I just wanted to get some water, but when I got out of bed, I realized you were missing, so I went looking for you. Looks like I found some water and my wife in the same place.” He gave her a cheesy grin. “Why were you out of bed so early?”

She sighed. “I couldn’t sleep very well. It was one of those nights, you know?” Ever since she was young, Pepa had had trouble sleeping through the night. Worries that plagued her during the day would become practically insurmountable when she closed her eyes. Having Félix next to her helped a lot of the time, but not always.

He nodded sympathetically. “So you got out of bed because you couldn’t sleep?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t want to bother you with my tossing and turning, so I decided to come down here instead. It’s amazing how peaceful it is here at night.”

“You could never bother me, mi vida.” Félix wrapped his arms around Pepa from behind, swaying her slowly from side to side. “I want to be there for you when you need me.”

She swiveled her head to give him a kiss on the cheek. “That’s very sweet of you, amor, but I’m afraid there’s not much you can do to help me sleep better.”

“I could tire you out before you fall asleep so you don’t wake up during the night.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Nothing you don’t already do,” she amended. “I seem to recall last night being particularly exhausting…” She trailed off, arching an eyebrow flirtatiously.

“Really? Because my memory is kind of fuzzy. Would you care to remind me?”

Playing along, Pepa turned around, cupping his face as she kissed him deeply. For a moment, they were lost in their own little world; inhabited only by the two of them and their desire for each other.

Their bubble was rudely burst by the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen and something being set on the stove. “Good morning, you two,” Julieta greeted them loudly, as if making sure they knew she was present.

Reluctantly, the two parted. “Morning, Julieta,” Pepa mumbled, hiding a yawn with her hand.

The gesture didn’t escape Julieta’s eagle eye. “Tired this morning, Pepa?” Although she was addressing Pepa, her eyes were fixed on Félix.

And it was Félix that answered on her behalf. “She didn’t sleep very well last night.”

“If this morning is any indication of last night, I can imagine why,” Julieta commented dryly.

Pepa felt her temper flare up, culminating in a flash of lightning. Her emotions were always harder to control when she was tired. “It wasn’t like that!” She protested indignantly. “It was the worries. They woke me up again.”

Julieta’s expression morphed from teasing to concerned. “Again?” She pursed her lips, thinking. “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“I already had some.” Pepa swept her hand toward the table, bearing a single empty mug. “But-“ A yawn cut her off. “But maybe some coffee would be nice,” she finished her thought.

“Already on it.” Julieta jerked her head towards the coffeepot simmering away on the stove. “It’ll be ready soon.”

“Are you ma-“

“I’m making it strong, just the way you like it,” Julieta reassured her. “One cup and you’ll be good as new.”

“Thank you.” Pepa smiled gratefully.

The coffeepot had just finished boiling, and Julieta poured Pepa a tall steaming cup of coffee. “Here you go, hermana.”

Pepa let the intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee waft up to her nose. The scent instantly invigorated her. By the first sip, she felt refreshed. “Have I ever told you that you make the best coffee?”

Julieta laughed. “Only every day. But by all means, keep telling me. I don’t mind hearing it.” She poured herself a cup and turned to Félix. “Do you want any, Félix?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet. I’ll wait till breakfast.” Suddenly he startled. “Actually, I came down for some water,” he admitted. “I just got distracted by my beautiful wife over here.” He squeezed his arm around Pepa’s waist.

“There you go.” Julieta handed him a cup of water, which he downed in an instant.

“Ay, you’re a lifesaver, Julieta.” He flashed her a charming smile.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, shaking her head. “What would any of you do without me?”

“Very funny.” Pepa set down her empty mug by the sink. “One cup of coffee and she thinks she’s the one holding this family together,” she told Félix, shielding her mouth with her hand.

“Coffee every day,” Julieta reminded them, but she was smiling. “I have to go into town.” She gathered a basketful of food, filling it to the brim.

“Already? It’s so early.”

“Unfortunately, injuries don’t wait until a reasonable hour.” She threw a towel over the basket and hung the handle on her arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. And in the meantime,” she pointed from one to the other, “try not to get too distracted, hm? People walk in and out of this kitchen all the time. They don’t need to see you two getting frisky.”

Pepa shuddered. “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.” It was bad enough Julieta had walked in on them kissing. Imagine if she’d seen them doing more.

“Behave, you two,” Julieta admonished them one last time before heading out the door.

The door closed, leaving Pepa and Félix alone again. He placed his cup next to Pepa’s mug by the sink and walked Pepa back towards the counter, cornering her with his body. “Now where were we?”

His mouth was right up against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Right about here.” She covered his mouth with hers and kissed him hungrily, messily.

Their hands roamed over their clothes, groping greedily through the fabric. Soon, it wasn’t enough for them.

“I think I’m starting to remember how last night went,” Félix whispered before latching his lips onto her neck. One of his hands pushed down one side of her nightgown, exposing her breast to the cool morning air. The other went around to palm at her ass.

Her nipple pebbled as soon as the cold hit her skin.  Though she wasn’t cold for very long; Félix’s skillful hand kneading her breast like it was dough took care of that quickly. His touch sent an entirely different kind of chill through her body. She didn’t want it to end.

Footsteps filled the air once more as someone else entered the kitchen. Thankfully, Félix’s body covered Pepa; giving her a precious few seconds to fix her nightgown. Once she was decent, he turned a bit to face their unwanted visitor.

“Good morning,” Agustín said awkwardly.

“Good morning, Agustín,” the two chorused in return, plastering wide smiles on their faces.

He examined them, narrowed eyes traveling from one to the other. “You two are acting weird.”

Feeling self-conscious, Pepa touched her neck to make sure Félix hadn’t left any visible marks, but she couldn’t feel any of the telltale soreness that accompanied them. “What are you talking about? No we’re not,” she shot back defensively.

“You’re not normally this cheerful in the morning,” Agustín pointed out. “Something is up.” His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in horror. “Oh…Díos mio…I’m interrupting you guys, aren’t I?” He grimaced.

“Yes, you are,” Pepa informed him coldly. (“Something” was most definitely up, and Pepa could feel it pressing against her leg. She’d need to give it some attention…)

At the same time, Félix said, “No you’re not” and shot Pepa a look.

Her eyes flashed dangerously. They had a brief and silent staring contest, which Félix won.

“Play nice, Pepa,” he murmured into her ear as his hand stroked up and down her arm. “We can keep going later.”

As this was unfolding, Agustín was frozen in place. His face turned bright red. “Yeah, I’m definitely interrupting something,” he decided, edging towards the stove on the other side of the kitchen, bumping into every object in his path.

Pepa noticed with a sense of satisfaction that he kept his distance from the two of them. “Why are you here, Agustín?”

“I just wanted some coffee.” His hand shook as he poured coffee into a mug, spilling some on his arm. Cursing, he wiped up his sleeve and pulled out an emergency arepa from his pocket; sighing in relief as soon as he took the first bite.

“Looks like you got it,” Pepa stated wryly. Yet the man was still not leaving. He just stood there, watching the two of them. “You want a show to go with your coffee or something?” She snapped the strap of her nightgown on her shoulder, making him jump.

Agustín had chosen that unfortunate moment to take a sip of his coffee. He sputtered on the blistering hot liquid. “No!”

“And yet you’re still here,” she noted. She fingered the strap of her nightgown lazily, locking her eyes on Agustín’s. Take the hint, cuñado…

If he was red before, he was positively beet-like now. “I’m going to go now- Julieta’s calling for me, she needs my help…I’m going to go,” he finished lamely as he backed up out of the kitchen, clutching the mug close to his chest. Given how much he was still trembling, that didn’t seem like the wisest decision. “I’m so sorry, I’m leaving, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely on his way out, moving as fast as he dared with a mug full of hot coffee.

Pepa waited until he was well out of her line of sight before calling out brightly, “Enjoy your coffee!” She broke down into a fit of laughter, her eyes tearing up.

Félix rolled his eyes but rubbed her arms soothingly. “Did you have to do that?”

“Did he have to interrupt us?” She turned the question around on him incredulously.

“He didn’t know we were here. He just wanted some coffee.” Félix angled himself towards her again, now that they were alone.

“And I,” she emphasized dramatically with a roll of her hips, “just wanted my man, before he so rudely interrupted us.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “You’re bad, Pepi.”

She delicately rested a hand on her chest, feigning outrage. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Félix walked his fingers up her arm. “You were going to give that poor man a heart attack.”

“He’ll be fine,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “Embarrassed, but fine. Hopefully he’s learned his lesson.”

Félix snorted. “He was so red.”

“Like a tomato,” Pepa agreed gleefully.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he observed.

“He gets so twitchy and nervous. It’s fun to make him squirm.” Pepa grinned.

“It still wasn’t very nice.” He moved closer to her, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

Her skin erupted in goosebumps at his touch. “What are you going to do about it?” Pepa challenged him, her eyes sparking with excitement.

“You’ll find out tonight.” He pressed his body against her, trapping her between himself and the counter.

Her breath hitched at the comment and her eyes glazed over with lust. “Will I?”

 He hummed in response. His hands trailed down to the hem of her nightgown, bunching the fabric up in his hands. “I bet if I touch you, I’m going to find you already wet for me.” His fingertips grazed up her thigh, not quite reaching where she needed him to be.

The sound of his husky voice saying such dirty things to her out in the open turned her on even more than his ministrations, if that were possible. “Why don’t you touch me and find out?” Her chest heaved up and down with anticipation. The air around them grew warmer, humidity coating their skin.

Normally, he would tease her and keep her waiting until she just couldn’t take it anymore, but this morning he chose to have mercy on her. Two fingers pulled her undergarments aside, dipping inside her folds. Félix swore. “You’re soaked.”

“That’s what you do to me,” she panted, feeling delirious as he sank two fingers into her. Moaning, she bucked her hips into his hand. “Please,” she begged.

Félix picked up his pace, crooking his fingers inward to rub that spot inside her that made her unravel. His thumb rubbed steady circles on her clit, and his mouth made its way back to her neck, sliding down to her clavicle, and he was about to push her nightgown aside when-

“Someone’s coming,” Pepa hissed. After being interrupted, with the last vestiges of rationality she possessed, she’d positioned herself to keep an eye on the door, just in case. A fortunate decision; a figure had just descended the staircase and the sound of footsteps growing louder told Pepa they were heading straight towards the kitchen. She vowed to make whoever it was regret their decision. She hurriedly pulled her undergarments back into place and adjusted the top of her nightgown. Her core throbbed with need.

Félix withdrew his fingers, sucking off her juices (oh! That was almost enough to make her come on its own!).

Bruno stood in the doorway, blinking as he took in the scene. “I regret every decision that brought me to this moment,” he proclaimed, whirling around and retreating. “It’s too early for this, goodbye.” He darted back towards the staircase, making exaggerated retching noises.

“Yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled about you showing up either!” Pepa yelled after him.

“I wish my gift was erasing memories,” he called down the stairs as he made his way back to his tower, shutting the door with an ominous thud.

“Erase this!” She flipped him off even though he couldn’t see her. Her heart was pounding, not only from the adrenaline rush of being caught. She had been close before Bruno walked in. Félix had been touching her so good and making her feel amazing, only to have it all cruelly yanked away from her. She inhaled shakily, trying to regain her bearings. Having her brother walk in on her was definitely a mood killer, but she was far too worked up now to stop.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Félix said hesitantly, resting his hand on her hip. “Maybe we should wait and finish this after breakfast.”

Pepa closed her hand around his wrist and shoved his hand roughly between her legs. “Oh no you don’t. I’m too close for that.” Realizing she’d been a bit too demanding, she batted her eyelashes at him and purred, “Make me come.”

“How can I refuse the most beautiful woman in the world?” He resumed his previous position and redoubled his efforts; bringing her to the brink in a matter of minutes.

“Please,” she begged him desperately. She needed this. “Please, please, please, please, please.” She couldn’t bear the agony anymore.

“Tranquila, mami; I know what you need.” Félix bared her top half to him once more and attached his mouth to her breast. His tongue swirled tightly around her nipple, matching the motion of his thumb on her clit-

And just like that, she came on his hand; clamping hard around his fingers and riding out the waves of pleasure that wracked her body. Lucky the counter was there for support, because her legs turned to jelly as she kept coming and coming. It felt like it lasted forever.

Eventually, she came down from the high; her breathing evening out and her heartrate lowering to a more normal level. She took Félix in through hooded eyes, giving him a thoroughly satisfied smile.

Félix beamed at her. “Better?” He pulled her into a close embrace.

Which reminded Pepa… she wasn’t the only one with a problem to take care of. Her lips spread into a lascivious smile. “Much better. In fact…” she unzipped his pants, fumbling around with the button a bit before successfully undoing it, “I think papi has earned himself a reward.” She pulled out his length, her little hand just barely encircling it as she pumped him up and down.

Félix groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Pepa asked innocently, twisting her hand as she sped up her motions.

“Never.” He gave her a dopey, lovesick smile. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Pepi.”

A dozen tiny rainbows sprouted around her. “Likewise, mi amor.” She pecked him on the lips as her hand kept working.

He grunted, thrusting his hips into her hand. “Just like that, mi vida. Keep going.”

Luck was not on their side today. “Mamá!” A voice floated into the kitchen.

Pepa cursed. “That’s Camilo. Quick!” She helped Félix get his pants back up, scrambling to get them zipped and buttoned before her son got there. That stupid button would not cooperate. Growling, she pulled down the hem of Félix’s shirt to cover his front, hiding the evidence. Just in time. A bleary-eyed, pajama-clad Camilo had just appeared in the door.

“Mamá, I can’t find my ruana,” Camilo complained, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

Seriously? That was what he had come down here for? Pepa peeled herself off the counter, her legs having recovered enough to support her weight again, and moved to block Félix’s lower half from view. The orgasm had improved her mood enough to not take horrible offense being interrupted yet again. She was sure Félix did not agree, judging by rock hard he still was and the way he could barely keep himself from rubbing up against her leg. Time for a distraction.

“Good morning to you too, Camilo,” Pepa teased. Hopefully Camilo would focus on that rather than how suspicious they were acting. It looked like he was still half asleep.

He took the bait.. “Good morning, mamá,” he huffed. “I can’t find my ruana.”

She frowned. “I don’t know where it is. I wasn’t the last person to do the laundry.” Considering the matter resolved, she let her hands crawl up to Félix’s chest, creeping under the fabric.

Camilo sighed impatiently. “Who was?”

Pepa closed her eyes, willing herself not to explode on her son, whom she loved very dearly even though it seemed hard to believe at that moment. “Mirabel, I think? Ask he-”

“Okay, thanks!” He dashed back up the stairs and knocked on Mirabel’s door. “Mirabel!”

“That was close.” Pepa wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Good thing he’s so impatient. He bolted out as soon as I answered his question.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.” Félix tried to be playful, but his voice was oddly strained.

Pepa raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re being awfully bold for someone who hasn’t finished yet. Insulting your wife like that. I don’t think I should help you out. What do you think?”

“You wouldn’t dare-“

She tapped her chin, pretending to consider her decision. “Well, maybe if you apologize…”

The words ran together as he spoke, “Fine, I’m sorry for calling you impatient, you’re not impatient- Pepi, amor, please, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.” His fingers dug into her hips.

“A little sarcastic, but it’ll do,” she hmphed, pulling him back out and starting to stroke him again. True to her word, she got him to his peak in less than a minute. As much as she wanted to savor this moment of post-orgasmic bliss, she’d finally learned her lesson. She cleaned him up quickly, before anyone else could walk in on them, and made sure they were both presentable. “We made it.” She sighed in relief, licking his seed off of her hand.

He groaned, taking that same hand in his own. “Careful, woman; you keep going like that and I’m going to need a round two.” He traced the lines on her palm with his fingers.

Even that innocent touch was enough to get her going again. “That can be arranged,” she replied seductively, posing against the counter.

To her surprise, he just sighed. “We barely got away with this.” He leaned back against the counter next to her. “Too many people go in and out of this kitchen.”

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. “True,” she conceded. “But there is a place that we could go where no one can interrupt us. A place that has a door we can lock. And a bed.” Her eyes shone brightly.

“I love the way you think.” Félix kissed her and slipped her hand into his as they stumbled giddily up the stairs.

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