#I actually think he always loved dolores just didn’t know he could actually have the choice in who he loves much like isabela

[jacarandaaaas]

idk if this is controversial but I don’t think mariano was ever in love with isabela. I think he loved her but I don’t think he was IN LOVE with her. I could see them being friends and him just having a lot of admiration for her and being in love with the idea of her. I know he swoons over her in the opening song but I mean so does the whole town? Isabela madrigal up until wecid was a performance, a show the literal embodiment of perfection. I think mariano loved her and respected her just not romantically. Most of their “conversations” are hollow and you kinda get the sense both of them don’t really know what they’re doing but they feel they have to put on a display for their families.

Say something about this ship!

[badkitty3000]

Would you do one where he sees a girl who looks like how he envisioned Delores and gets her to agree to roleplay but then he can't actually tell her to Delores really was so he just lies about that and keeps slipping in the middle of sex and saying things she doesn't understand?

Thank you for this! So, this is crazy because this describes almost exactly a short fic I wrote quite a while ago. I'm not sure it's the tone you were looking for, as it's definitely a little on the dark side. Five is not super warm and fuzzy to his real-life girlfriend in this one. And any story where he's wrestling with his demons and how they relate to Dolores can get dark just by the nature of it. There's a lot going on in that brilliant brain of his, and some of it isn't good or healthy.

But, I think it's a pretty good story, so I'm going to post it here, with just a couple small changes to make it a little bit more like what you requested. However, if you read this and decide this is not scratching where you itch, please let me know if there's something else I can try.

Thank you again for this request! ❤️

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Dolores, Five x Female Unnamed Character, One-Shot, 6,078 words

Warnings: Smut, Doll fetishization, Five not being in a good place mentally

He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be asking her to do what he was asking. It was fucked up. But wasn’t that the story of his life? Just when he thought he was doing ok, blending in, being normal. Then something would come along and boom, he was fucked up again.

“Hold still. That’s right…just like that.”

Five hadn’t wanted it to be like this. He just wanted to be a normal boyfriend. To have a normal relationship. He wasn’t sure it was love, but maybe it would get there eventually. But he liked the companionship. The soft kisses and sharing a bed. God, he hated sleeping alone. On the nights she wasn’t there, he laid awake most of the night; and when he did finally drift off, he was woken minutes later by some horrible nightmare. But when she was there next to him, breathing in the darkness, and he could feel the weight of her body on the mattress; then he could sleep soundly. No nightmares came if he wasn’t alone.

So, it really wasn’t fair. And he knew it. But that didn’t stop him from making his request of her. He had agonized over it for days, the sickening thought growing stronger inside his head. He tried to push it down, tried to make it go away. But it was always there, lurking in the shadows of his mind, threatening to burst forth in a manic display of craziness.

Five had been doing so well until that day. It had been years of drinking, and then therapy, and then finally acceptance. He wasn’t sure he’d describe himself as being happy, necessarily, but it was close. All those years of solitude, followed by the stresses of saving the world, and capped off by the overwhelming blame that was heaped on him by his family. Well, after all of that, the best he could do was a sort of contentment. And that was almost as good as happiness.

Afterall, he had her. And he definitely liked her. Liked having her around. He felt more at ease when she was with him, less on edge than usual. But he knew her feelings for him were much stronger than that. She loved him. He knew that because she told him. She told him at breakfast over their coffee. She told him at night before they fell asleep. And she told him while he was fucking her; hard and raw and ruthlessly, until she was clawing at his back. But he never said it back. Not once. And yet, she was still here.

Five pretended he just wasn’t ready to say it yet. He’d get there eventually; he was so close. And there were so many times when it almost escaped his lips. Those times when she would lean over and put her head in his lap, so comfortable with his body, like he was an extension of herself. Or when she was sleeping and he would look at her in the darkness, thankful she was there with him. But that wasn’t love. Not really. That was needing someone, which was entirely different. 

“I need you,” he would whisper next to her ear as she groaned beneath him, clutching at his skin. At least he could say that without lying. Five may have been a complete mental case and an asshole, but he wasn’t a liar.

The thing is, he knew what the problem was. There wasn’t enough therapy or drugs in the world that could cure him from what was lurking deep down inside of him. It had been too long, too many years of it. You can’t just erase decades of something from your mind, no matter how fucked up you know it is. Afterall, that’s what drew him to ask her out in the first place, wasn’t it? Her poised posture, the wavy blonde hair, her fair complexion. It didn’t help, though. Five couldn’t love her because he still loved her.

Five had been in a real relationship before. Practically a marriage, actually. For longer than he knew most people stayed together in this day and age. Granted, there wasn’t much of a choice at the time, but he liked to think that even if they had lived in a normal society, they still would have lasted that long. He loved her, and she loved him. And then…and then he just gave her away.

He and Dolores had been an unlikely pair, that was true. She liked poetry and romance, and couldn’t get enough of every pink sunset she saw, even though they were a dime a dozen. Five liked drinking, and swearing, and surviving. But when it came to her…she was his poetry and romance and sunset. She made him human and the only reason his mind remained even slightly intact. She’s the one that told him not to do it. That shooting himself in the head was cowardly and unoriginal; two things he definitely did not want to be. So, he lived on. For her.

She was the first thing he thought of when he landed in 2019. He knew she was out there, in that department store. He just had to find her. It was a harrowing experience, trying to get her out of there, but he did it. Amid a barrage of gunfire, his powers failing him, he did it anyway. Because she was the only thing he would have died for. He had told her he would find her, and he did.

Then the next couple of days went by in a blur. After a hasty reunion in his childhood bedroom, with passionate kisses and loving embraces in his old bed, he knew they couldn’t stay there. He had work to do. A world to save. An apocalypse to stop. So, he brought her with him, shoved in that bag because he didn’t know how else to transport her safely. She didn’t mind, though, just happy to be with him again. 

When he didn’t know what else to do, or where to go, he found the library. Their library. And just like most nights over the previous 45 years, Five got drunk and confessed his undying love to Dolores. He was no closer to stopping the end of the world. No closer to finding the owner of the prosthetic eye. But he had her with him, and that made him feel like anything was possible. 

Then he wasn’t sure what made him do it. Maybe it was the new world they were living in, with all the people and buildings and cars zooming past. Maybe it was his siblings and their judgmental gazes towards the two of them. Maybe it was his talk with Hazel, about starting a new life over again. He wasn’t sure, but in his mind, he thought he was doing what was best for her.   

So, he took her back to the department store, back where she came from. He said his heartfelt goodbye and Dolores smiled a sad smile before he turned away. His heart was broken, but deep down he knew it was the right thing to do. There just wasn’t a place for them in this new world. 

Timelines came and went. The world ended, and then it didn’t. Over and over, Five fought against the impossible, never stopping until finally…finally…he could stop. And he was free to live a normal life. But that ship had sailed. He would never be normal. And he would never stop thinking of Dolores. He knew she was probably out there somewhere. Where, he had no idea. The department store had changed hands several times, and the mannequins on display there were the modern kind; faceless and genderless, wearing clothes Five didn’t understand.

So, when he came upon her years later, he couldn’t believe it. It was like someone yanked him backwards through time, pulling his body and soul through the viscosity of space, and landing him fifteen years in the past. 

At first, he almost passed her by. Walking down the sidewalk that he had frequented a hundred times before, he happened to be looking at the other side of the street as he approached the old thrift store. It was only because of her that he looked over. She was with him. Walking hand in hand, they had been strolling down the street, taking in the shop windows and other sights of the city. 

“Oh, let’s go in here! Sometimes they have good vintage stuff,” she had exclaimed, pulling Five by the hand and walking towards the door.

The action made Five turn his head and look in the direction he was being dragged. That’s when he saw her. Right there in the front display window. Wearing a red, A-line dress and a tacky, over-sized sunhat. She was a brunette now, but Five recognized her right away. How could he not? He dreamt of her almost every night.

He stopped dead in his tracks, unable to move. Unable to breathe. He stared at her and she stared back. Then he felt a tug on his hand again.

“Come on, what are you doing? Let’s go in.”

Five looked from the window to her, a dazed look on his face. “What?”

“Let’s go in. What’s wrong with you?” She was laughing at him, thinking he was just being his usual, slightly weird self.

He allowed himself to be dragged into the store, the little bell above the door ringing as they walked in, loudly announcing their presence. There was only one other shopper inside, along with a bored-looking sales person behind the counter. The air was stale and heavy, and smelled of old books and damp wood. It wasn’t a huge store, but it had little departments, and she wandered off in search of shoes. Five stayed near the front of the store, mumbling an excuse about wanting to look at some crappy wall art.

Once she was out of sight, Five turned toward the front window display. Dolores’ back was to him, but he would have been able to identify her even without her face. How many times had he run his hands over her smooth body, caressing her and kissing her until she laughed and told him he was tickling her? How many times had those hands touched his own body, pushed through his hair, and brushed his cheek? Just looking at her now, Five could feel the sensation of her body on his. One warm and frantic, the other cold and unmoving. 

He stared for a while, just studying the back of her. He wasn’t sure what to say, or even if he should say anything. She probably hated his guts, and she would have every right to. Would she even talk to him if he approached her? He knew she had seen him through the window, but that didn’t mean she wanted anything to do with him. Five took a hesitant step closer to the display, and cleared his throat. The sales person looked up briefly, then returned to scrolling through their phone.

“Hello, Dolores. It’s good to see you again.”

Five waited. He had spoken quietly, hoping no one else would hear him, but he knew she could. The few seconds of silence that passed were torture, and he was just about to turn away again.  Then he heard her voice, softly, answering him.

Hello, Five. It’s good to see you, too.

He smiled, so grateful she was even speaking to him after what he had done. “You look good, Dolores.”

Thank you, so do you. How are you?

“I’m doing well, thank you.” Five glanced around the store, making sure no one was looking.  “Actually, I’m not doing that well. I’ve missed you.”

I’ve missed you too, Five. 

“Hey! What are you doing?”

Five jumped slightly. He hadn’t heard her walk up behind him. She was standing there with a confused look on her face, a pair of vintage heels in her hands.

“What? Nothing.” He gestured to the shoes. “You found something?”

She paused for a moment, glancing up at Dolores, and then back at Five. “Were you talking to that mannequin?”

Five scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Of course not. I was just thinking about something and started talking out loud to myself. You know how I drift off sometimes.”

She nodded. It was true, his mind did drift away a lot. Seeming satisfied with his answer, she held up the shoes. “Aren’t they awesome? I’m going to go pay.”

Five watched her walk to the counter and he stole another glance at Dolores. He dropped his voice even quieter, barely even a whisper.

“Can I come back and see you again?”

I’d like that.

Then Five was walking back out the door, his hand in hers again, barely listening to the words she was saying as they walked back to his apartment.   

Five did go back and see Dolores. Every day for the next two weeks, he found an excuse to leave and walk the few blocks to the thrift store. Sometimes he would stand outside on the sidewalk, talking to her through the window. Sometimes he went inside, cursing the stupid bell that rang overhead. The store clerk would look up and see him, recognizing him now that he was always there. On the times he did go inside, Five would make a show of wandering around the store first, picking up an item here or there. But he would eventually make his way back to the front, near the window, lingering there for far too long. 

With suspicious looks from the sales person, Five would bring some shitty item up to the counter and pay for it before leaving. Then he would throw whatever it was he just bought in the trash down the street. He’d return home, usually to find her waiting for him, asking where he’d been.

“Just going for a walk”, he’d reply. Now he could add liar to his list of reprehensible traits.

Once he had it in his head, he couldn’t get it out. He still fucked her when she threw her arms around his neck in a way that he knew meant she wanted him. Still kissed her and made her feel good. At least, he hoped he did, he wasn’t that much of an asshole. But it wasn’t the same. And she called him out on it.

“What’s going on with you lately?”

“What do you mean?” They were lying in bed, naked and breathing hard after a short, but satisfying round of sex. Five was staring at the ceiling, not meeting her eyes. 

“I don’t know, you just seem different. Like you’re zoning out in the middle of everything.”

Five glanced over at her, but looked quickly away. “So, what are you saying? You don’t like the way I fuck you anymore?” He knew his voice was much too harsh and she didn’t deserve that.

She looked hurt. “Of course not. I’m just saying you seem…distracted lately. That’s all.”

Five sighed, but he looked her in the eyes this time. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I haven’t been sleeping well, that’s probably what it is.”

She frowned with worry and went to place a hand on his chest. Rather than allowing the conversation to continue, Five sat up and got out of bed. 

“I’m going to take a shower.” Then he blinked into the bathroom without another word, feeling like a world-class piece of shit.

Then one night after a particularly heartfelt conversation with Dolores, and one too many drinks, Five worked up enough nerve to propose what he hadn’t been able to shake from his mind.

He had initiated it this time, sitting next to her on the couch and stroking her hair, pulling her onto his lap. After a passionate kiss and some light groping, he pulled away.

“Can I ask you for something?”

She smiled. “Is it sexual?”

Five laughed, embarrassed. “Yes, actually.”

She had meant it as a joke, but now she was intrigued. “Wow. You’re usually not that adventurous. Ok, what is it?”

Five paused, thinking he should just shut up and not say anything. But the words left his mouth before he could change his mind. “I want you to pretend you’re a doll.” His face flushed red and he looked away.

Her eyebrows knitted together, not fully understanding. “A doll? What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. “During sex. I want you to stay still and let me move your body how I want it. Like a doll.” Five had purposely not chosen the word mannequin; too afraid of being called out.

“Um, oh. That’s definitely different.” She sounded dubious, at best.

Five ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, that’s stupid. Forget I said anything.” He went to kiss her again, as a distraction, but she pulled away from him.

“No, it’s ok. I want to do it for you. You just caught me off guard, that’s all.” She smiled and ran her finger down his cheek. “I can be your doll.”

Five swallowed, choking down the combination of shame and arousal that was coursing through his body. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’m sure. I’ll do anything for you, you know that.”

As if he couldn’t feel any worse. He knew she was only doing this for him because she did love him. She was always trying to please him, to not anger him or make him feel bad in any way. Jesus, what an asshole he was.

“Just tell me what you want me to do.” The look in her eyes was sincere.

Five knew exactly what he wanted her to do. He’d been thinking about it for so long now. “Go into the bedroom and get undressed. Lie down on the bed and wait for me. But don’t move or speak. Just let me do everything.” His breath was coming harder now, just from the anticipation.

He saw a brief look of hesitation cross her face, but she nodded. Then she disappeared into the bedroom, as instructed.

Five waited a few minutes before getting up. He wandered slowly toward the bedroom, unsure of how he was going to react now that this was really happening. When he reached the door and peered inside, his heart stopped. There she was, lying unmoving on her back in the middle of the bed, just like he asked. She didn’t look up or speak when he stood over her, looking down. 

“You look gorgeous, darling. Not that you aren’t always gorgeous.” His voice was soft and tender. Definitely softer than he’s ever spoken to her before. But that’s because he wasn’t really speaking to her. Not in his mind, anyway.

Five stared at the still figure on the bed. Aside from the subtle rise and fall of her chest, she remained unmoving for him. Even as he gently ran a hand down her chest and abdomen, testing the waters to see if she would react. But she was a good doll for him. Always eager to please.

He started to undress himself as he talked to her in his loving voice. “I’ve missed your touch, my dear. I think about it all the time. The things I’ve done to you. The things I want to do to you still.”

When he was fully naked, Five climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling over her, straddling her thighs. He reached up and took her chin in his hand, gently moving her head from side to side.

“Do you remember how it used to be? Just the two of us?”

She kept her gaze on the ceiling, but he could see her swallow when he touched her and her eyebrows creased together. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and she didn’t react. It was perfect and he groaned.

“I love kissing you,” he murmured before ducking back down for another one. 

He smoothed her hair and caressed her face and neck. Five knew, in the back of his mind, that this was unfair. He’d never been this gentle and loving with her like this, and it was probably confusing for her. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop. No, he needed this. He was craving it.

He positioned his body over hers, taking her stiffened arms and moving them so they were resting across his back. She kept them where he placed them. He was fully hard now, and he rubbed himself against the inside of her thigh, moaning as he did it. He kissed her again, this time longer and harder, while he rutted into her. He heard her make a tiny whimpering noise and her hips twitched upwards.

“Shhh…stay still. Just a little longer,” he whispered, his face buried into her neck so he didn’t have to look at her face for too long.

She obeyed and her body stilled again. Only the harsh rasp of her breathing could be heard.

“You feel so good, my darling. Like always. You’re the only one that knows what I like.”

He could have stayed like that, just rubbing himself against her until he came all over her leg. He would have preferred it, actually. But the tiny part of his brain that wasn’t completely insane convinced him otherwise. Without asking, or even touching her first, Five thrust himself inside of her. He heard her gasp and her fingers clutched his back.

“Hold still. That’s right…just like that.”

She did her best to stay as still as possible while he fucked into her. He kissed her with his eyes closed a few times, but mostly he just focused on her neck and shoulder, lost in his own fantasy. He blocked out the moans she made and her hips pushing up to meet his. It wasn’t perfect, but it was close. The more he thought about Dolores, and her hard, statuesque body under his, the faster and harder he fucked her. He was desperate. Desperate to come inside of her, even though he would normally wait until she came first.

With a long groan and one final thrust, he was spilling hot cum inside of her. He pushed himself hard against her, his fists clenching the pillow under her head, until he was spent. Panting and still avoiding her eyes, Five climbed off of her, lying awkwardly next to her on the bed.

 He didn’t know what to say. What was there to say?

“Sorry,” he mumbled. That was about all that came to mind.

There was a pause and she adjusted herself, moving her body now, and looked over at him. “It’s ok. You don’t have to apologize. Some of it was a little confusing, but that’s alright. It was…good.”

He looked up at the ceiling and covered his eyes with his hands. “Shit,” he cursed quietly.

He felt her hand on his arm, warm and soft. “Five, it’s ok. Really. Don’t feel bad.”

Of course she would say that. She never wanted him to feel bad. Even when he deserved it. Even when he asked her not to move and came inside of her way too early. He probably made her feel like a cheap whore, but she would never say that. Because she loved him, and this is how he repaid her. The thought actually made him angry. Whether it was at himself or her, he wasn’t sure.

He snatched his arm away from her. “I don’t need your pity,” he snarled.

“It’s not pity, Five. I’m just trying to tell you it’s ok. That I don’t mind what you did.”

Five sat up, placing his feet on the floor, his back to her. “Just drop it, ok? I don’t need a fucking therapy session.” Then he was gone again, back in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Loathing his reflection.

He had meant for it to be a one-time thing. The way it left him feeling after the first time made Five want to crawl in a hole and die. He couldn’t look her in the eye. Could hardly speak to her. But she still came back. Wanting to please him, as always. Five tried to just focus on the good thing he had in front of him. A kind, loving person that wanted nothing more than to make him happy. Why couldn’t he just go back to the way things were before they came across that thrift store? Things had been far from perfect, but at least Five hadn’t felt like a sick pervert. He never used to have trouble screwing her in a perfectly normal way, liking the way she moved beneath him and moaned his name.

But now he was truly and utterly fucked. He didn’t want her anymore. Not the real version of her, anyway. Yet he didn’t cut her loose. He pretended he still wanted her, just so she wouldn’t leave. Because now he needed her in an entirely different way.

“Please, can you do it again?” Five was kissing her chest and rubbing her bare thighs. He always avoided her eyes, now.

She didn’t answer right away and he finally looked up at her. The look on her face was filled with apprehension.

“Again? Five, this is the fourth time now.”

Five tried to tamp down his growing anxiety. He needed her to do this for him. It felt like he was going to go crazy if she didn’t.

He kissed her stomach to distract her, listening as she inhaled sharply. “How about this?” He kissed her thigh. “I do something for you first, and then you do something for me.” He gave a small kiss in between her legs and she whimpered. “Deal?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her head already thrown back, eyes closed.

Five fulfilled his part of the deal. Using his hand and his mouth, he watched impassively, almost bored, as he worked her over. The sight of her writhing in pleasure and the sound of her pitiful moans did nothing for him. He made her come hard and fast, until she was lying on her back, fully relaxed and satiated. Five eyed her wordlessly.

Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. He waited as patiently as he could for her breath to finally steady. If she was breathing hard like that, it wasn’t going to work for him.

When it seemed like she had calmed down again, Five ventured to speak up. “Are you ready for your part of the deal, now?”

She flashed a quick look of uncertainty, most likely due to the underlying harshness that he had desperately tried to keep out of his voice, but had failed to do. 

“Yeah, sure. I’m ready.”

Five smiled. “Good. You know what to do, then.”

She nodded and positioned herself just like the other three times she had done this for him. Lying flat on her back, eyes on the ceiling, arms and legs at her sides; waiting to be moved in the way he wanted. She controlled her breathing as best as possible, so only minimal movement of her chest could be seen.

Seeing her immobile like that, Five drew a hard breath in. He hated that he wanted this so badly, but the urge overpowered his self-loathing and he couldn’t help himself. He ran a hand down her arm, and then along her hip. His touch was gentle and slow.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered tenderly. 

Five positioned her arms so they were bent at the elbows, hands and fingers molded into a slight curve. Her legs he kept straight, but spread them apart slightly. Unlike in the past, he ran his hand lightly over her eyes, closing her eyelids. He decided he didn’t want her looking at him anymore. It was too much of a distraction.

“Keep your eyes closed for me, doll,” he said quietly as he kissed her cheek. She did as he requested and kept them closed.

He proceeded to kiss down her arms and over her chest, his lips soft and gentle as they grazed her skin. He whispered loving words and told her how good she made him feel. Taking one of her hands, Five placed it on his hardened member, fitting it in the crook between her thumb and index finger. He held her hand in place while he slowly thrust back and forth, rubbing his cock over her, groaning with the intense and familiar pleasure. Soon, he wasn’t able to hold back any longer.

Rather than fuck her properly, like he did before, Five had no desire to feel the soft, wet sensation of her wrapped around him. Instead, he started grinding against the inside of her leg, in the space between her thigh and groin. It was harder there, mostly bone, and his movements became faster as he lost himself further and further into his fantasy. 

He was holding his body over hers, rutting against her, moaning a mixture of obscenities and gentle praise. She stayed still for him, her eyes closed, although he could see now and then her eyes moving back and forth beneath the lids, the lashes fluttering ever so slightly.  She gasped quietly sometimes, but Five was so far gone he barely noticed.

Once he was close to finishing, Five knelt between her legs on his knees. Pumping himself with his own hand, he worked himself over until he was coming onto her stomach and tits, covering her in a load of cum while he groaned loudly with his eyes shut tight. 

After a few moments, Five was able to open his eyes again. He was greeted by her judgmental gaze staring back at him. A mixture of horror, concern, and disgust written all over her face as she propped herself up on her elbows. He quickly averted his eyes, saying nothing, and blinked into the bathroom for a towel. When he returned, he cleaned up the sticky mess he had made all over her while she laid there, still silent.

When that task was done, he didn’t know what else to do, and he sat nervously on the edge of the bed, feeling hot with shame. She sat up fully and finally spoke.

“Are you ok?”

That was the first thing she asked him, after all of that. After being made to lie still while Five did whatever sick thing he wanted to her, only to have him jerk himself off onto her stomach. Five just couldn’t believe she was taking this much abuse, and it turned his stomach a little. To know that he was allowing this to continue, that he was the cause of this abuse. It would be one thing if this was a mutual fantasy, but it wasn’t. And she didn’t even know the half of it.

“Yeah, why?” Five asked with a slight tone of annoyance.

She touched his shoulder, lightly, and he tried not recoil from her hand. “If there’s something you need to tell me, you know you can. I won’t care. I love you.”

And there it was. Those three fucking words that made him want to pull his hair out and scream. Instead, he whipped his head in her direction, his building guilt and anger towards himself finally unleashed.

“Why do you keep telling me that? Why?!”

She shrunk back a little. “That I love you? Because I do.” 

Five sighed heavily and started pulling his underwear back on. “Do you really have that little respect for yourself? Are you that pathetic?” He stood over her now, his voice hard while she backed further away from him on the bed.

“I…I’m sorry…” her voice was trembling and he could see tears forming in her eyes.

“Jesus Christ! Now you’re sorry? For what? Don’t you see what’s happening here? I’m never going to love you, ok. So, if you think you’re going to wear me down or make me fall in love with you somehow, that’s not going to happen. Do you understand what I’m telling you? I don’t love you!” He emphasized these last words, practically yelling them to get his point across. 

Five watched as her face crumbled, the last bit of hope she had been clinging to crushed in a second with his words. She began to cry and she buried her face in her hands. Her words were muffled as she whimpered pitifully.

“You told me you needed me.”

Five lowered his voice so it was softer. But his words were just as cruel. “I used to need you. I don’t anymore.”

The next day, Five was walking into the thrift store again. He hadn’t needed to make up an excuse this time. She was gone. Out of his life for good, now. He felt badly about how he treated her; horribly actually. He had always known he was a monster inside, but this was the first time he had let it escape like that. Let it rear its ugly head and completely destroy another person. A person he supposedly cared about. But he couldn’t think about that now. He needed to speak with Dolores.

Ignoring the side eye from the sales person at the counter, Five walked up to the front window. She was still there, just like always. Same red dress, same floppy sun hat. 

“I have to tell you something, Dolores. Something important.”

Ok, go ahead. I’m listening.

“I want to be with you. And only you. She’s gone now. We can be together. That is, if you’ll have me.”

Of course, Five. I always want to be with you. But what happened with her?

“Nothing. She just finally saw through me. Saw that was I really in love with someone else.”

You love me?

“I love you, Dolores. I always have.”

The next day, Five came back. Only this time he hoped it would be his last time. After discussing it in secret with Dolores, they had settled on a plan. A plan to get her out of there and back home with him where she belonged. It should be fairly straight forward, but just in case, Five’s pistol was loaded and ready inside the waistband of his pants if needed. Just like last time, he wasn’t going to leave her without a fight.

Instead of trying to avoid the sales clerk, this time he approached the counter right away. It was a stupid, convoluted story that he had conjured up the night before. Something about how he had accidentally donated an item a few days prior, but realized he needed it back. Would the clerk mind checking in the back to see if he could find it? 

Five had used as much charm as he could manage, hoping he seemed sincere and not in any way crazy. The clerk seemed to buy it, although he did give Five a few odd looks. Once he was behind the door that led to the back warehouse, Five took his chance.

Carefully but quickly, he released Dolores from the display stand she was attached to. It took a little longer than he had anticipated, and Five kept looking nervously toward the counter, hoping the sales clerk would take a while. Finally, she was free. He lowered her from the raised platform in the window and into his arms. He cradled her gently for a moment, before taking one more glance around. Seeing that the coast was clear, he blinked the two of them out into the alley behind the store.

Once he teleported them several more blocks away, he finally stopped and rested. He highly doubted anyone was going to miss a decades-old mannequin from a dusty old thrift store. Five caressed her face and kissed her lips. It felt so good. So familiar. He immediately felt more at peace than he had in years.

Back home, Five showed Dolores around. This would be her home now, too. He promised he would buy her some better clothes, and do away with that awful hat. But for the time being, he just wanted to stay inside and rekindle their love.

“I love you, Dolores. I’m sorry I ever left you.” He nuzzled against her smooth cheek with his own.

I love you, too, Five. We can be together now, right? Just the two of us?

“Yes, my darling. Nothing will come between us again. I promise.”

[jacarandaaaas]

I rewatched the movie last night! here’s a quick summary of my thoughts:

- I MISSED THE MADRIGALS SO MUCH😭😭

- baby mirabel is so so cute she deserves the world

- “open your eyes” theme introduced!!

- the title card is so majestic we need to talk about it more

- yayyy 15 year old mira let’s go!! the silly!!

- mirabel is still my fave disney protagonist ever she’s so fun to follow her personality is great she’s so multifaceted i will always love her !!!

- the way she knocks on everyone’s doors LMAOOO

- “well US” 😭

- her waving to casita <333

- coffee kid needs to chill

- this whole song slaps

- accordion YEAHH!!

- mirabels iconic rap to avoid talking about herself 😭

- dolores casually saying she didn’t get a gift😭

- osvaldo STOP

- camilo telling jose “nice job over there” as he’s standing doing absolutely nothing himself 💀

- did someone say FLOWERS✨

- mirabels eyeroll at Isa 😭😭

- “our angel our angel!!” felix ily

- “I’m not in the way you ar😠” *walks into a pillar*

- ay agustín😭

- julieta & agustín telling her she has nothing to prove <33

- miras handcrafts <33

- “ i actually made these as a surprise! for you oooh oooohh” 😭

- alma trying to nicely tell mira to leave the decorations alone and mira pretending it doesn’t hurt 😭

- julieta saying to alma it’s gonna be a hard night for mira and alma saying if it doesn’t go well it will be hard for everyone :( and mira overhearing this

- how she knew exactly where antonio would be😭

- the jaguar she made him😭

- “what if it doesn’t work” 💔

- him saying to her I wish you could have a door meaning not a gift but just her own room and privacy aww

- “you don’t have to worry about me” ☹️

- the hug !!!

- the way casita pushes them out from under the bed and you can hear mirabel going “ow ow!” In the background😭

- PARTY TIME💃

- how gently she brings antonio down to meet his family

- the entire interaction with warm family !!

- how you see antonio’s smile drop as soon as they leave :(

- camilos posture is ASS

- alma saying another steps into the light when mirabel is shown mostly in shadow😭

- the I need you scene still kills me

- mirabel zoning out of the flashback and you can sense the haziness of it

- antonio’s room!!!!

- it’s bigger on the inside!?

- isas smile in this scene <3

- camilo being supportive big brother!!

- dolores thumbs up is so cute and pepa kissing antonio all over is so cute

- agustín almost falling over because parce😭

- “a gift just as special as you” NOOOOO

- how this song starts as reprise of the family madrigal but when she admits she’s not fine it changes to 3/4 time :(

- comparing herself to everyone else

- open your eyes!!!

- love the fact she ends up achieving everything she sings about

- I AM READY CMON IM READY🗣️

- the high note ahhhh

- the cracks scene camera movement is so interesting

- and the sounds too ahh

- antonio’s got MOVES🙏 felix trying to get alma to dance ahhh

- this scene gives me second hand embarrassment I feel so bad for mira

- casita wtf bro

- mira saying she would never ruin antonio’s night because she knows that’s what people are thinking :(

- corn plate moment but I like the subtle noise of the arepa healing her hand

- julieta coddling her but mira rejecting it :(

- bruno lost his way :(

- mirabel super spy era

- alma actually crying here😭

- praying to pedro for guidance ugh my heart

- mirabel deciding this is now her mission

- mirabel and casita being besties!!

- agustín already getting swarmed by the animals💀

- pepa and her coffee <33

- mirabel trying to act all sweet to Dolores but it’s just camilo💀

- dolores mentioning rats talking in the walls ahh I love foreshadowing

- pepas cloud disappearing as soon as felix puts his arm around her😭

- mirabel yapping to luisa (she just wants to eat)

- mirabel oblivious to the fact she’s meant to be paying attention to alma

- YOU DO!!!🫵

- alma getting casita to move her😭

- “mmhmm I will help luisa!” “Stop😠”

- dolores look over at isa before saying the 5 babies like😭

- isa and mira both not looking where the other is going and then isa acting like it was just mirabel💀

- luisa casually lifting a church

- mirabel falling off a wall

- “you’re gonna make me drop a donkey!” (On you)

- mirabel angry stomping is so unserious

- surface pressure time!!!

- the visuals of this song are so good

- the way luisa is saying “can I somehow preserve this” as she’s adjusting mirabels glasses feels like how mirabel in this song represents the family and how luisa is always trying to preserve them

- how in the bridge the landscape is pastel and free of pressure ahhh!! unicorn donkeys and glitter !! (luisa is a girly girl I will believe this until I die)

- how as they get higher up the pressures in the background start building and getting higher in pitch until the drop omg

- casita imagery here!

- dancing donkeys cause she realized mira seemed scared :(

- luisa starting to have a panic attack and mirabel just silently hugging her :(

- luisa you big introverted softie <333

- alma and isa talking about mariano and isabela petals going everywhere :(

- mirabel being nervous because casita can’t help in here

- falling down the sand💀

- pico being sassy and just leaving her😭

- goofy the family madrigal reprise as she’s climbing the stairs lmaoooo

- BRUNO YOUR ROOM IS THE WOOOOOORRRRSTT😠

- almost dies swinging across chasm u celebrated too early girl!

- pico judging her😭

- pico hiding in mirabels hair aww

- QUITTER🗣️

- alma noticing candle flickering as mira is piecing the shards together

- mirabel almost suffocated in sand because she didn’t use the handle on the vault😭

- all the sand details in this animation

- alma looking at mirabel when luisa said she was talking to her💀

- poor luisa 😭😭😭

- alma assuming mirabel did something and mirabel looking hurt by that assumption

- telling her again to stay out of the way 💔

- wdtab is so iconic

- felix dramatic burst in

- his face expressions as pepa is saying not to talk about bruno😭

- BUT!

- mirabel awkwardly dancing because this song vibes

- I’m sorry mi vida go ooonnnnn

- pepa imitating the mischevious grin shes so silly I love her

- felix spinning mirabel transition is underrated that scene is so cool

- dolores part!!

- footsteps as part of the beat ahhh

- how she’s foreshadowing again!

- “do you understand” she doesn’t but it’s ok!!

- camilo just spitting bullshit to try scare her😭

- his dramatic movements

- the villagers heeeyyyyyy line

- dolores going no noooo!!

- fish lady 🗣️🗣️

- mirabels imagination is so foul wym you pictured him with a wig💀

- everyone stopping for isas dramatic entrance

- the lighting here is so pretty

- isas voice!!

- miras face will always kill me here😭

- dolores “I can hear him now” as double meaning omggg I love this movie

- isa saying she wants not a sound out of mirabel and mirabel immediately starts singing out of spite 💀

- ISABELA YOUR BOYFRIENDS HERE!! TIME FOR DINNERR

- I love the time for dinner line

- the table choreography is iconic

- mirabel looking at her family doing this and thinking “wtf”

- luisa struggling to lift the pot :(

- the whole ending sequence omg

- “miraboo got your party pants on!?” I love agustín and his goofy dance as he enters the room

- just another thing mira inherited from him ig since they both do goofy dances😭

- casita being mirabels bff

- the whole animation of her rambling to him is so well done all the movements ahh

- agustín immediatly going let’s pretend this never happened😭

- “I know” their faces😭 dolores is so funny for that

- dolores and mirabels stare off will never not be funny to me

- alma pouring more wine😭

- this whole scene is so stressful and funny

- poor luisa :(

- those damn coatis are so smart

- miras face as she watches everything go to shit :(

- “I HATE YOU👹” isa is so dramatic 😭

- agustín going to comfort luisa <33

- mirabels defiance as it’s the second time she says she’s not doing anything

- rats!!!

- alma in severe denial to the townspeople

- “MIRABEL” 😠⚡️

- mirabel gets jumpscared by bruno

- brunos parkour

- camilo comforting pepa <33

- that wall slam must have hurt so bad😭

- cool slide under and kick out the stair

- mirabel thinking she’s gonna die

- “you’re very sweaty” 😭

- mirabel gets jumpscared by a rat and drops bruno into the void

- nvm lol

- “bye” 😐 he’s so me when I don’t want to talk to people

- mirabel is stubborn and therefore follows him

- mira slamming her elbow into something and going “ow” in the background 💀

- his real gift is acting!! this scene is even funnier after reading her inner monologue in the book😭

- bruno saying the rats are always hungry never satisfied

- the plate scene killed me

- how when she realizes how similar they are she opens up to him :(

- bruno looking over at her when she talks about wanting to make the family proud because he relates so bad

- “everyone always assumes the worst” poor bruno 😭

- “you left to protect me?” mira in disbelief at this will always kill me 💔

- bruno giving her a light shoulder punch as she’s leaving

- “yeah…. YEAH!!”

- I love how u can see her lightbulb moment😭

- mirabel kicking the door down like TIO HOLY FUCK- love ur enthusiasm but omg girl😭

- bruno gets jumpscared by his 15 year old niece

- miras optimism is cute

- “the rats told me everything” I love Antonio <333

- mira saying that bruno desperately needs to get out of the walls and him going “myeah” 😭

- antonio giving bruno the stuffie 😭😭😭

- “family weirdos get a bad rap!” “you can do this” guys I love mirabel

- bruno wanting to give up because every vision turns out bad😭

- AM I FIGHTING OR HUGGING !??? ISABELA!?👹

- julieta grabbing agustíns arm to show she sides w him <3

- I WAS THINKING OF MY DAUGHTER🗣️🗣️

- Felix angry “yes😠” when supporting Pepa <33

- bruno supporting mirabel same way she supported him ahhh I love their dynamic

- “come visit?” “I’m bringing you home” <333

- with a huuuuggggg

- mirabel looking utterly disgusted as she attempts to apologize to isabela (and her stupid little dance she does)

- go on apologizeee🙏

- SELFISH!?😯

- mirabel trying to get a hug still is so funny😭 girl she isn’t even looking at you

- WECID YEAHHH

- isa reaction to the cactus is so cute

- rows and rows of roses is a banger line

- “it just needed to be and they’d let me be!”

- the way isas voice deepens when she says “what else can I do”

- her room is so pretty

- a hurricane of jacarandas!!!

- mirabel casually upside down

- how mira stops interrupting and starts to listen to isa

- “careful it’s carnivorous” ☹️

- miras verse being same tune as isas wdtab verse ahhh

- mira becomes ultimate hype girl

- isas reaction to when the pollen gets on her

- how isa initiates the hug!

- “you’re a bad influence!” awwww

- the argument scene is so well acted it actually hurts me so bad

- how mira is so enthusiastic and gets shot down immediately :(

- the way isa and luisa look to eachother after alma mentions them

- “I will never be good enough for you” oh my heart

- mira is tearing up for most of this argument

- mira defending everyone

- the way her voice cracks when she says “we all LOVE this family”

- almas reaction when she mentions bruno

- almas face when mirabel says the miracle is dying because of you and mirabel in disbelief she just said that

- casita cracking right down the middle ooh symbolic

- corn plate but the vines isa uses to try grab the candle arent the ones she uses in wecid but the same ones she used when she was perfect isa. maybe a subtle way of saying how after what alma said she’s already reverting back to her old self and doesn’t have the confidence to embrace her new self anymore

- casita being mirabels best friend ever

- casita saving miras life <333

- the whisper of “no” when the candle goes out

- casita waving goodbye to her😭😭

- mira being almost in a state of disassociation after casita collapsed

- alma in total shock and probably relieve that night💔

- “let me help you” I love dolores shes so sweet

- pepa telling antonio to not cry😭😭

- the way julieta holds mirabels face here

- her reaction when mirabel is gone😭

- everyone calling for her and the village kids missing her :(

- mirabel crying at the river :(

- “I just wanted to be something I’m not” oh the way she says this 💔

- the transition into dos oruguitas is so smooth

- dos oruguitas is the most heartbreakingly beautiful thing ever💔

- pedro laughing when alma almost falls aww

- how they spent the whole night together stoppp

- the miracle candle being their wedding candle hurts

- pedro’s reaction to triplets😭

- pedro would have been such a good dad😭😭

- how pedro whispers “I love you” to alma in that scene

- almas apology since a lot of people forget this happened 🙏

- butterfly !!!

- mirabel changing what she said in the argument awww

- how they’re both crying here 😭 (same)

- “he sent me you” 😭😭😭

- almas reaction to seeing bruno ahhh

- horse girl mira lets go!!!

- the kids being so happy she’s back and the bell ringing ahhhh

- the way the entire family was lost without mirabel and had no idea what to do so when she returns they just let her take the lead

- how mirabel guides them all inside whilst singing about how everyone wants to shine

- mirabel helping luisa and luisa tearing up <333

- the townspeople coming to help!!

- mirabel being the one at the front to meet with the townspeople and collect the supplies but not alma

- this and scene with the blueprints indicate to me that alma fully trusts mirabel and is letting her play a bigger role in this project!

- the sisters singing together!!!!

- coffee kid going ham on the hammering

- priest going 👍 when bruno is laying out the sand

- mariano sitting on doorstep like a little loser :(

- how the background noise quietens a bit when dolores shows up

- mirabel and isa successfully set up their cousin and are celebrating their victory🙏

- we need a doorknob🗣️🗣️

- antonio guiding her to the door because she guided him to his door will never not kill me

- the family singing about how loved and appreciated she is (those harmonies OMGGG)

- alma repeating what her very first line in the movie was

- “I see me, all of me” oh no more tears 😭😭

- mirabel on the middle of the door 😭

- casita bringing in mirabel for a hug and her immediate reaction telling everyone else to get inside it’s party time 💃

- antonio and parce reunited!!!

- isas new dress and how happy and comfortable she is

- luisa resting !!!

- pepa dancing and felix going “yeah amor!” I love them

- family picture!!! casita hugging them in the photo and ending on the frame of the photo decorated by mirabel <33

I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH <3333

[gamerbearmira]

heya

so.

i may have tried something? HASIFUHASF it was something i had thought about while going about my day today, so i wanted to try writing it

hope it makes sense and i got a grasp of the voices and characters right LMAO

but anyway yes here you go

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Camilo quietly breathed out as Mirabel’s question hanged over them all in that moment.

…are we too late for a miracle?

All six of them just stood in silence, in the middle of the common area of their shared bedroom—or more accurately, the nursery. 

He grimaced. They were all still in the nursery, even after so many years had passed. Not that it was bad. It was actually fun to be with his hermana, hermanito, and primas in the same room. They were all together, supporting one another. They were never alone with each other.

But they couldn’t deny that they were lucky that the nursery kept expanding as they all grew older. Camilo didn’t know what would have happened if the nursery stayed the same size and space it had been before. He could only imagine what it was like for his hermana and primas back then. 

They were lucky with this, since they were already unlucky enough in all other aspects of their lives.

Camilo bit the inside of his cheek, looking up to see everyone looking at each other. He met each of their eyes himself, seeing a glint in all of them—one that he intimately knew was reflected in his own—and understood instantly.

This was one of the perks of rooming together for years, of being each others’ main encouragement and support system everyday, of just being together through it all.

A single glance could hold an entire conversation.

They all want to get away.

No words needed to be said.

Camilo nodded at the same time as everyone else did, watching all his primas and hermana start shuffling towards a certain wall, and was about to do the same himself, when he found his hermanito reaching out and gently tugging Luisa’s skirt.

His prima mayor looked down at Antonio, who was biting his lips. “Toñito? What’s wrong?” She tenderly placed a hand on top of his own.

Antonio looked up at her, allowing Luisa to take his hand into her own. “Wouldn’t Mama, Papa, Tia, and Tios come looking for us?” he asked quietly, as if to make sure nobody else but them could hear his question, even when the party noise outside was already drowning everything else out. 

Camilo couldn’t stop the snort that escaped him at his hermanito’s question. “Don’t think we have to worry about that, Toñio.” He sounded a bit too dismissive, maybe, but…well. A quick glance at the rest told him what they thought too.

Luisa kept staring at her youngest primo, an awkward smile slowly forming on her face as her eye twitched once. Dolores made a surprised, quiet but high pitched ‘Hm’ sound. Mirabel just winced, subconsciously rubbing her arm.

All of them already knew the answer to the question.

Isabela had snorted too, shaking her head as she placed a hand on the youngest’s head to gently ruffle it. “Milo’s right. They’ll be too busy entertaining the guests right now.”

Dolores nodded, stepping forward to stand next to her older prima, smiling at him gently as she took his other hand. “It’ll likely be a while before they try to find us.”

If they even would, Camilo found himself thinking, before blinking rapidly. Hey, no. No. No bad thoughts, stop thinking that, Milo. 

Camilo swallowed. Everyone in the 3rd generation knew that their padres loved them. They always tried their best. They cared. They always cared.

It was just…their Mama and Tia and Tio were always seen, always perfect, always in the spotlight, rarely able to step away—if they ever stepped away at all.

Even Papa and Tio Agustin were seen in the light, despite them not having gifts themselves.

It was always how it was ever since then.

The Perfect Magical Triplets. Always seen. Always shining. Always perfect.

How could they step away from the light they’ve known every day to follow after the kids who had always been standing on the side, shrouded in darkness all their lives?

Camilo shook his head. Not something he wanted to think about right now.

He watched Antonio stare at them all for a moment longer, before slowly nodding at their words. 

"Don't worry, Toñito. We'll be fine." Mirabel sent a gentle smile at her primo, the smile brightening a little when he gave a small, subdued smile back. Isabela went to ruffle his hair again as Luisa and Dolores chuckled quietly, both keeping a gentle but firm grip on his hands.

Camilo watched them, wanting to commit this moment to his memories forever.

Mirabel stared at them softly for another moment as well, before breathing out, her smile dropping slightly. She stepped right next to Camilo, bumping shoulders with him and gesturing towards a certain painting in the room. “To the den?”

Camilo chuckled wearily, lightly bumping her shoulder back. He looked at the rest of his primas and hermana and hermanito for a moment, all of them looking at the painting with tired and resigned eyes. 

He turned back to the painting too, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “To the den.”

Away from the light.

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asked my friend to choose a grandkid randomly and he had chosen camilo, so...camilo pov! WOOOO AHSFUAHf genuinely hope this is alright hehe

also, its not really clear, but the painting on the wall is still in the nursery, and behind said painting is the entrance to the walls, since i was thinking it might be hard for the kids to sneak to the painting past all the people there if it was outside and the party was still going on, plus easy access to the den yknow HAHAHA

but we can also still keep the painting entrance to the walls right next to dolores' room (or at least...where dolores' room should have been HASFUASUF) if you want hehe

but anyway yes, hope you enjoy AAAAAAAA <333

Away from the light NOOO COME BACK <\\\333

Not but. Mic coming in clutch with the peak writing as always??? Love this so much, no matter how sad it is <33

It does make me feel bad for the kids. I mean it's Antonio's literal birthday, but since he didn't get a gift (not that anyone was expecting him to at this point), he's not even the center of attention. The triplets are. And they know that, so they know they'll be fine in the walls just to get away. And how Antonio has to accept that fact 😭😭

AND? The fact that they know that no one will look for them for a hot minute and the fact that they can go to one of their many hiding places. Like bro 😭😭 someone give these guys a piece of cake and hug 💀💀 at least the dads are there for them. Most of the time ＼(;´□｀)/

Julieta meant so well, but in the end they still ended up unhappy in some way. And it's cause she never really got rid of the root of the problem: Alma's mentality

[rimarkka]

DT17 x Encanto AU

I already see some Ducktales x Encanto AUs and they were really good

But I want to present my version of this AU

I want to bring dt17 characters into the Encanto’s world. It’s still a family concept with magical gifts in a magical house.

Could Duckworth move into the house and revive it?

Speaking of assigning roles

♪ Wait, who’s a sister and who’s a cousin? There’s so many people How do you keep them all straight? ♪

Scrooge as Abuela 

Have you noticed that the Miracle Candle and the Number One Dime play a similar role in the plot?

♪ We swear to always Help those around us And earn the miracle That somehow found us The town keeps growing The world keeps turning But work and dedication will keep the miracle burning And each new generation must keep the miracle burning ♪

I think he’s more concerned with the Number One Dime the Miracle Candle by helping the townspeople through deeds and adventures than by helping people itself

Donald as Pepa

Pepa is emotional and with her mood changes nature. Donald is no less emotional

♪ My tía Pepa My tío Donald

Her mood affects the weather When she’s unhappy Well, the temperature gets weird ♪

Daisy as Félix

She has no gift, she became part of the family by marrying Donald

♪ She fell in love with Family Madrigal McDuck And now she’s part of the Family Madrigal McDuck ♪

June and May as Dolores and Antonio

The biological daughters of Daisy and Donald

♪ Cousin Dolores can hear a pin drop <…> Antonio gets his gift today ♪

Huey as Luisa

They both take greater responsibility for the well-being of their family

♪ I’m the strong one, I’m not nervous I’m as tough as the crust of the Earth is I move mountains, I move churches And I glow ’cause I know what my worth is ♪

But for both of them, this responsibility is a cause for concern. Their gift weighs heavily on them. Luisa has it as a nervous tick and a song

♪ Give it to your sister, your sister’s older Give her all the heavy things we can’t shoulder Who am I if I can’t run with the ball? If I fold to ♪

And Huey has the Duke of Making a Mess

Dewey as Isabela

They both focus more on image than on gift.

♪ My older sisters brothers <…> one graceful Perfect in every way ♪

He acts like he’s good at everything, but he’s really worried that his gift isn’t enough

♪ I’ve been stuck being perfect my whole life ♪

Louie as Camilo

Louis in the series is shown as a skilled manipulator, actually (not in a bad way). He knows what to say when to smile and so on

♪ Camilo shapeshifts ♪

I believe it’s his gift

Della as Bruno

♪ We don’t talk about Bruno Della! ♪

I want to see this song in the context of «don’t talk about her so as not to piss off Scrooge», and not «don’t talk about her so as not to cause trouble from her»

♪ They say she saw the future, one day she disappeared ♪

It’s all canon. Della is gone. They don’t talk about her. The end.

Just kidding, I’ll tell you about her fate later

Beakley as Julieta or Agustín

Beakley is not bound to this family by blood, she entered it like Agustín, but not by marriage, but as an approximation.

I couldn’t choose one character, as I found it interesting that even without the gift Beakley would have the skills of cooking and «magic» to even be able to prepare healing food

Webby as Mirabel

Mirabel has no gift, and Webby is not tied to the McDuck family in blood, so she has no gift either. In fact, nobody even allowed such a thought, so they even didn’t try. I’d like to end the story with Webby’s becoming the new the Number One Dime the Miracle Candle’s keeper. 

As far as their family ties are concerned, everything here remains like the cartoon, and does not change under the state of affairs in Encanto. Beakley is still Webby’s grandmother. Scrooge has just become the father of Della and Donald. Donald and Daisy are the parents of May and June. Dell is the mother of triplets.

It’s not that the relationship between Webby and Scrooge is that important. I love this storyline twist in dt17 and it can be in this au too, but I can’t say that it is absolutely necessary, it seems to be superfluous

The main character will be Webby. On the day of receiving gifts, May and June, born on the same day, were afraid to go alone and refused to do it without Webby.

Ugh, going all the way up to two doors knowing that she would never be a part of the family and get any gift... it must hurt

It was Webby who noticed how the house began to collapse, because there was discord in the family. With their quarrels, the gifts weaken. So she intended to help everyone.

Their main conflict was Della, or rather her disappearance. So the Webby began to reveal this secret.

She found a prophecy by which Della flew away and suffered a plane crash. Unlike Bruno, whose poor predictions were not believed, Della herself did not believe her predictions. She believed she had the right to change her fate with her gift.

I don’t really want to take a flight into space because a rocket crash is too much

Why did Scrooge cover it up and get angry at every mention of his daughter? Because he kept Della’s faith in the ability to change her destiny. But after the crash, he changed his mind. For this reason, he ignored Webby’s words about the destruction of the house because he had seen the prophecy about it, and he was convinced that fate cannot be changed.

Scrooge broke it. But Webby collected it and saw herself in the end against the background of the destruction of the house.

Webby loved her family so much, so she decided to go out on emotion to prevent it. But during the escape, Della caught her. She was quite alive, ha

Della had indeed crashed the plane, but she had survived with the loss of her leg. She lived inside the walls of the house, unwilling to return.

She gave an answer to Webby’s questions. It was not only Scrooge who looked at the prediction incomplete. Della dropped the memory first, splintered from it a small piece that did not allow one to look beyond the image of Webby. There was Della too. And just like Webby, she loves her family too, but she thought it’s better without her

Kinda similar, right?

It’s only then Webby realized how stupid and wrong they both are when they run away

They rerun Della’s gift and watch the entire memory to learn how to prevent it.

Della looked at the girl condescendingly, seeing herself in her, but allowed her to. Because if the outcome is predetermined, her efforts will not make it worse.

Webby really saw how she helped her family, in particular, the triplets who first quarrelled when they began to slowly discover the secret of Della.

At this time, Gosalyn as Mariano came to court with Dewey.

I don’t mind them as a couple, but I just want them to feel like friends in that au

Later, Webby extorted the confession that Dewey did not want to marry, he did not know if he loves Gosalyn in that way

So… Webby was trying to make up with everyone and she’s even doing it well until Scrooge told her that he didn’t see the good in her actions

How do those words of Abuela resemble those of Scrooge "you are not part of the family!"

And the house collapsed…

Webby escaped. Scrooge talked to her heart-in-heart. They found an understanding. Della jumped on the donkey, said it’s her fault, she had predicted it. Tearful reunion of father and daughter. Repair of the house. Webby is a new keeper.

The end :з

SORRY IS IT TOO MUCH, HUH?

[dxmichelle]

OLSSM: Anniversary #7!!

It's that time of spring again, folks! Another year around the sun for OLSSM! It's hard to believe this story has been hanging around for seven years already; seems like yesterday I revived the plot out of the ashes of its original FF.net counterpart.

As always, thank you to everyone who has read, left kudos and comments, or just sat back and listened to me gush plot points out into the void. You all are the best! <3

This year, I bring a few birthday goodies: first of which are the next three chapter prints! #39-41 are now included in their respective pages on AO3. Check out @godbirdart's amazing work!

I'm working hard on getting CH56 ready to post, but it is not looking like it will be finished in time to make its anniversary. In its place, I give you a chonky fic snippet, under the cut.

Thank you again for all the love and support!!

SNIPPET 1/2 (Surprise! There are two!):

“…We had an idea to get Umbridge off our backs,” Harry finished, “…and we could use your help.”

Professor McGonagall merely stared at him.

“My help?”

“Yeah…” said Harry and Yugi fidgeted in his seat beside him. “Ideally, we’d want to get the map back from her…but she would know we took it. So…the next best thing is just to wipe it clean. There’s a phrase that will clear all the details off it, so she won’t be able to use it anymore.”

“It’s just…in her office, and we technically can’t get to it,” said Yugi.

She let out a sharp exhale. “Are you two asking for my help in breaking into her office? Am I understanding this correctly?”

“No, nothing like that,” said Yugi. “Uh…we just need help with distracting her long enough so we can do that.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I know I am not hearing you relay the broader points of another rule-breaking scheme. Mr. Muto, what did I just tell you yesterday about staying out of trouble?”

Yugi cringed.

Harry held up his hands. “It’s…we know Seto is planning a trip back home this coming weekend. We need to make sure that Umbridge is the one to take him off the grounds.”

“Mr. Kaiba did relay his travel dates to me, but Dolores will have nothing to do with this – a Japanese Auror is to meet him at the castle gates and escort him back.”

Yami phased out of the Puzzle to hover between both Yugi and Harry. “That’s just it, Professor. An Auror won’t be there to meet him. We need to get her out of the school long enough that we can clear the map without her suspecting anything.”

She didn’t look convinced, and narrowed her eyes at him. “If Mr. Kaiba doesn’t have an escort, he won’t be leaving the grounds. And if he has a week to prepare for this trip, then there is no reason why someone cannot be arranged, either from our Ministry or theirs. But even so, should no one be there to meet him, Dolores certainly won’t volunteer to do it. And while I certainly do not condone breaking in and searching her office, a quick apparation trip to Japan and back is hardly enough time to even look around.”

“Well…Seto flies home,” said Harry, “So we’d actually be saddling him with her for about…twelve hours.”

Professor McGonagall huffed, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe I am listening to this…. And what does he think, of this scheme you’ve put together?”

“Oh, he hates it,” said Harry. “He’s only two steps from murdering us all for coming up with it.”

“Well,” she deadpanned. “I can’t say I blame him.”

--

SNIPPET 2/2:

Professor McGonagall drummed her fingers along the edge of her desk. A stack of second-year essays sat in front of her, waiting to be graded. But rather than start the sometimes-heinous task of deciphering her students’ handwriting, she merely stared at the parchment, as if watching them would cause the quill to jump out of its inkwell and start the task itself.

It didn’t.

She huffed, her focus lost a good hour ago, and swept around the desk, out of the office, and made her way down the corridor towards the Grand Staircases, where she stopped at the landing.

An empty piece of stairwell detached itself from the ground floor and slowly rose up to meet her. The question, of course, was…where to?

Her legs seemed to have an idea far before her brain did, and she let the staircase take her up to the fifth-floor landing. She slowly walked the corridors. All the classrooms on the floor were dark, including #5B where the inter-house Wizard Card Collector’s Club often met to trade their chocolate frog cards.

The final hall ended in a staircase going down to the fourth floor and she took it, avoiding the trick false step halfway down that almost every first-year student this year managed to fall through and get stuck. Here, on the fourth floor she heard murmurs of activity. Small pockets of students clustered in little alcoves in the corridor.

She paused in front of the Library, but then decided not to go in, and continued towards the far wing. This half of the fourth floor was empty, and she took the access staircase down to the third floor, rounded the nearest corner, and stopped short.

Dolores’s office was just up ahead, past the entranceway to the armor gallery. The door was open, and curiously enough – two Aurors hovered in the doorway.

“The map shows where everyone is,” she remembered Potter saying, that afternoon in her office, “every corridor, and every secret passage on the grounds. …If she found Yugi on it that night he tried to get out, all she had to do was follow his tracks.”

[foreveranevilregal]

Hii! I just started reading ur stuff and love it!❤️❤️

So if u dont mind can u do one where antonio wanders off with his animals and its up to mirabel and the rest of the family to find him?

Thanks!! Keep it up love these😍😍❤️

Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate that a lot! I'm sorry this took so long...I've had some writer's block but hopefully it's over now. Hope you like this!

Dinnertime in the Madrigal family tended to be a chaotic affair. With the various family members busy helping around town or running errands all day, it was a wonder they could eat together at all. But Alma insisted, and Julieta agreed, that they should try to eat together as a family. So, one way or another, they’d find their way back to their casita by dinnertime.

Usually, this involved some level of hunting people down. The Madrigals would rarely all be congregated at home by the time dinner rolled around, as their gifts and abilities were useful around town. Demand for them to use their gifts for others’ benefit had definitely lessened since they got their gifts back; the townspeople had learned how to take care of many things independently in the intervening months and were trying to keep it that way. But there were always new parents who needed rest and appreciated Camilo’s babysitting services for a stint. Or farmers needing some intervention when inclement weather struck. Or people with grave injuries in need of healing (Julieta and Isabela had taken it upon themselves to teach people some more basic healing techniques using plants and herbs after realizing just how burned out the two of them were). Or those stubborn donkeys that just kept getting out…

By the time Julieta announced dinner was ready, the kitchen was usually abuzz with inquiries as to people’s whereabouts and requests to get them back home, all overlapping in glorious cacophony.

“Dolores, go find your brother.”

“Where is he, mamá?”

“I’m not sure…last I heard he was helping señor Gonzalez who threw out his back fix his roof.”

“Wait, why wouldn’t Luisa help?”

“I think she was dealing with some other crisis at the time- where is Luisa anyway?”

“I’m right here, tía, what’s going on?”

“We’re looking for Camilo.”

“Well you found him!”

“Ay, Milo, that isn’t funny! You’re gonna give your poor mamá a heart attack!”

“Camilo, stop changing into your cousins.”

“Sorry, papá…”

“We still don’t know where Luisa is.”

“I’m right here, tía.”

“That’s not funny, Camilo.”

“I’m over here, mamá.”

“Ayyyy, who else is still missing?”

“Well, Antonio was helping me with the donkeys, is he back yet?”

“Antonio!”

Everyone stopped running abruptly, bumping into each other. Camilo winced, rubbing his forehead which had unfortunately hit Luisa’s side in the mayhem. Isabela picked up the shards of the plate she broke after colliding with Dolores. The latter mumbled an awkward apology, cradling her own elbow gingerly. Mirabel was off to the side, assessing the damage. Thankfully, the food had been spared, but otherwise the kitchen looked like a tornado had passed through it.

Judging by Pepa’s erratic breathing, this wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. She leaned against the counter, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white, and squeezed her eyes shut. A breeze batted around the loose tendrils of her hair as she tried desperately to calm herself.

“Antonio was helping you with the donkeys?” She repeated weakly, fanning her face with her hand.

Luisa nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. It was his idea actually. He figured it would be easier to corral the donkeys if he talked to them rather than having me carry them around town.” She stretched her arm carefully, groaning after a point. “I ran into him after finishing up moving the bridge, again, and he could see my shoulder was hurting me, so he volunteered to take care of the donkeys himself.”

Julieta let out a soft gasp, covering her open mouth with her hand. “You got hurt, Lu? Why didn’t you say anything, querida?” Turning around, she rummaged around the basket by the door and fished out a buñuelo. “Here.” She held it out towards her daughter.

Luisa shrugged, accepting the proffered food and taking a bite. She gave her arm another tentative stretch, sighing in relief when she could actually stretch it all the way. “Thanks, mamá. I guess I didn’t think it was that bad? I figured I’d just take some of your food later, like I always do,” she added as an afterthought.

“Like you always-“ Julieta started incredulously, but was interrupted by Pepa holding up her hand.

“Luisa, I’m sorry you got hurt, and you shouldn’t be trying to hide it, but right now my son is missing.” She clapped her hands to emphasize her point. “Can we continue this conversation after we’ve found him?”

Julieta nodded her acquiescence, but her lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll talk about this later, Luisa,” she said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let’s go find Antonio.”

Haphazardly, the Madrigals made their way outside and followed Luisa as she led them through town.

“Okay, last I saw him was by señor Martinez’s house, but he was heading towards the runaway donkeys, which were by the church,” Luisa narrated to herself, turning decisively to the right.

“It makes a lot more sense for Antonio to deal with them, seeing as he can just talk to them,” Mirabel commented. “Why did anyone even think it was a good idea to make you haul them around on your back when Antonio could just convince them to go home?”

“Because they are tontos who don’t think, just like they can’t fix that stupid gate once and for all so the donkeys stop getting out in the first place,” Pepa muttered under her breath darkly, nostrils flaring as she continued marching under her heavy cloud.

“Ay, Pepa, don’t speak like that,” Alma scolded halfheartedly. “We should be kind to our neighbors.”

“They can start by being kind and not sending my children on fool’s errands. Then I’ll reconsider striking their yards with a lightning bolt. Idiotas…” Pepa kept up a steady stream of curses and insults under her breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“She has a point, mamá.” Julieta placed her hand on Alma’s shoulder gently. “That gate has been loose for ages and no one has bothered to fix it. Wouldn’t it be much easier to fix it once than to ask us to bring the donkeys back all the time?”

“The town has kind of been taking advantage of the Madrigal gifts now that they’re back,” Agustín pointed out quietly. “Running to the family for help anytime something goes even slightly wrong. I try not to, but even I go to Julieta more often than I should.” He looked down in shame.

“Shh, amor, it’s not your fault you’re so allergic to bees.” Julieta patted his cheek affectionately. “Or that you keep finding them.”

“They’re everywhere!”

“He is right though.” Félix spoke up. He held Pepa protectively in his arms as they walked. “How many times do people ask for Luisa’s help instead of trying to figure out another way? And how often would people beg Bruno for visions rather than just plan their lives? Or ask you to heal the smallest of injuries? I get that paper cuts can be annoying but they’re not so bad to need magical healing, ¿eh?” He raised his hands with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“I suppose you’re right…” Alma trailed off, frowning.

“And what about Isa, having to conjure up plants all the time?” Mirabel chimed in. “Or Camilo, pulling babysitting duty constantly? Dolores, always having to keep an ear out for news? And poor tía Pepa! Anytime the weather isn’t what people want, she’s expected to make it up. ‘Make it sunny, make it rain, we don’t care how, just make it happen!’” She imitated mockingly. “Is it any wonder she made a hurricane on her wedding day?”

“I’m about to make a hurricane right now if we don’t find Antonio soon,” Pepa threatened. “Luisa, he has to have brought the donkeys back by now. Why don’t we check back there?”

“Good idea, tía,” she responded, but exchanged an uneasy glance with her mother, eyes darting towards the lightning now lining Pepa’s cloud. Clearly the two agreed that it would not be a good idea to bring Pepa within striking distance of the donkeys’ enclosure.

By this point, night had begun to fall. Pepa’s anxiety became even more palpable; wringing her hands and breaking away from the group, walking briskly in front of them. She stopped abruptly, narrowly avoiding another multi-Madrigal collision. “Dolores. Can you try to hear where he is?”

Dolores furrowed her brow. “I can try. It’s noisy tonight though. I’ll need to focus.”

“Please, Lola.” Pepa begged, shaking her shoulder. “I realize we ask too much of you, of each other really, but this is important.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I just said it’s noisy.” Dolores closed her eyes and screwed up her face, concentrating. “I can make out his voice. It’s coming from that direction.” She pointed.

“By the river?” Alma sounded doubtful. “Why would he go there?” A shadow passed over her face.

Dolores shrugged. “It can be a nice place to go think.”

“You like to go there too?” Isabela asked her curiously.

Dolores nodded. “Wait, ‘too’? You go to the river?”

“I like to look at the plants. Ones I don’t have to create. They’re beautiful.”

“It’s calm and peaceful there,” Julieta said. “Away from the hustle and bustle of town…”

“No one telling you how to feel...”

“No one telling you what to do…”

“You can just…exist.” Mirabel exhaled.

Alma stared at all of them in turn. “Are you telling me all of you like to go to the river? And you never ran into each other?”

“I’d go when I didn’t hear anyone there,” Dolores explained.

“I preferred to go in the early mornings,” Julieta admitted.

“And I’d go late at night,” Pepa added.

“I’d go when people were too busy to notice I was gone.” Isabela shrugged.

“Me too, except it was easier for me. No one really cared if I was gone.”

A heavy silence hung after Mirabel’s admission.

“Mira…” Julieta brushed the hair out of her face. “You know that’s not true, right? Of course we care. Ay, after Casita fell, I almost died of worry.” She shuddered at the memory.

“I know, mamá.” Mirabel smiled at her reassuringly. “Things were different before though.”

“As much as I love this touching moment, can we go find Antonio now?” Pepa cut in, a frantic edge to her voice. “It’s dark, and he’s all by himself.” She started walking again, and the rest followed suit.

“Maybe not.” Dolores tilted her head towards the river. “Someone is with him. I hear him talking with Antonio.”

“Ay, Dios…” Pepa ground her teeth. “Mi pobrecito Antonio, out there all alone with no one to protect him.”

“From tío Bruno?” Dolores laughed. “That’s who’s with him, you know.”

“Wait.” Everyone did a double take. “He’s not with us?”

“How did we all miss that?” Agustín wondered.

“He wasn’t with us at home either,” Félix observed.

“I guess we’re not used to him being back yet?” Mirabel offered in explanation. “Since none of us noticed he wasn’t here?”

“He also liked to sneak off before he…” Alma cleared her throat. “Sometimes I thought his gift was invisibility, the way he’d just disappear.”

Pepa pressed on, undeterred. “Come on, guys. We’re almost there.”

“You heard the lady!” Félix waved his hand as he bounded over the hill and joined Pepa in running down to the riverbank.

Antonio was indeed there, with some very strange company. Bruno sat on the ground, cross-legged, and an assortment of creatures surrounded them. Half a dozen rats danced on what appeared to be a makeshift stage. A couple capybaras were chilling in the water. And, as always, Antonio’s jaguar, Parce, lounged lazily nearby.

“Antonio!” Pepa exclaimed, nearly tackling the child as she enveloped him in her arms.

“Mamá! What are you doing here?” Antonio asked curiously.

“Ay Toñito, we’ve been looking for you for so long! You missed dinner, and it’s dark out now.” She peppered his face with kisses aggressively, pulling away suddenly. “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t realize it had gotten so late,” Antonio defended, wiping his face off with his arm. “Tío Bruno and I came down here after I finished helping Luisa with the donkeys- which took like half an hour. Those donkeys sure are stubborn!” He shook his head in disbelief. “Anyway, I ran into tío Bruno who was coming down here and wanted me to join him.”

Pepa blinked slowly, eyes drifting from one to the other, trying to absorb all this information. “And the animals?” She asked weakly.

“They just follow me around wherever I go,” Antonio stated matter-of-factly. “Check it out, tío Bruno wrote a new play, and we’ve been rehearsing it together!”

“We?” Félix asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Me and the animals, of course. Well, I’m mostly helping tío Bruno direct, but I think the rats have a good grasp on their parts now.”

The older Madrigals stifled a laugh at his precociousness.

“That’s great, Antonio!” Mirabel smiled at him encouragingly.

“Do you guys want to see?” He looked up at them expectantly. Bruno swiveled around to join him as the rats continued tap dancing across the stage.

“We-“ Everyone looked around, unsure how to respond. Luckily, they were spared the trouble.

Camilo’s stomach gurgled loudly. “Antonio, hermanito, you aren’t the only one who missed dinner. We kind of all missed dinner looking for you.”

“Milo!” Pepa looked at him reproachfully.

“What? It’s true! I’m not supposed to say things that are true? Obviously we were gonna look for you if you’re missing, but we did all miss dinner.”

“He is right, tía.” Luisa spoke up, almost bashfully. “It’s way past dinnertime.”

“Maybe we should all head back and eat,” Julieta suggested. “Then you can show us the play once all our tummies are full.”

“Okay…” Antonio started walking reluctantly. “Come on, Parce.” He waved the jaguar over.

“Oh, he is not coming back with us,” Pepa proclaimed. “Absolutely not.”

“But mamááá, he doesn’t want to be away from me. He’s like my pet.”

“Some people have dogs. You have a jaguar.” Pepa shook her head, rubbing circles over her temples. “Fine,” she relented finally. “But he is not sitting with us at the table.”

“Of course not,” Antonio agreed.

Pepa blinked, not expecting this to be so easy. “Good,” she said firmly.

“He’s too big to fit anyway,” Antonio reasoned. “Now the capybaras…”

“No animals at the table!”

“Not even the toucan?”

“Antonio!”

[lexasxempire]

Neighbor || Frank Castle Fanfic

Plot: Kat gets a new neighbor, Frank, who keeps to himself. Until now

Warnings: grumpy x sunshine, franks a little cocky, franks a little intimidating, frank going by Pete 😪

SFW

No foul language (in this part)

Might be future smut if there are more parts

Kat lived in an apartment building that was rough around the edges. That’s putting it nicely so to speak. Mostly criminals and folks who didn’t have much lived here, although she didn’t mind, the ones she’s met or ran into were always kind to Kat. The woman was always kind back.

Recently the apartment across from her was up for rent when her old neighbor moved out. He was a sweet older man, Kat would spend time with him and Dolores, her other neighbor two doors down. But now his apartment was taken, by who? Kat was still trying to figure that one out. She never saw the man (she assumes), he was quiet but quick so she never caught up to whoever he was. Her guess was that he was late 20’s, slim and stalker-ish from how quiet he was. Dark hair maybe. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a grey haired heavy guy who’s outgoing. She honestly didn’t know.

At the moment though, he was the least of her worries. The woman had found herself in a bit of a pickle, almost literally. Kat had agreed to a lunch date with the sweet Dolores at the older women’s apartment and had asked Kat if she could make sandwiches for them, which she agreed to of course. But the pickle jar wasn’t opening, nothing worked, not a rag, knife, hitting the seal on the counter, nothing. She was fed up at this point, I mean how strong is a jar of pickles?!

Kat: 0

Jar of pickles: 1

“Forget it, I’ll just take you with me.” She huffs, packing away the rest of the food in the basket. The basket may have been a little overboard but both of the women loved it. “Let’s see how you hold up against elder strength.” Kat nods to herself before finally making her way out of her apartment once she pulled on her shoulder cape that matched her dress. Her and Dolores took their picnic lunches very seriously.

As Kat walked gracefully down the hall, she heard the voice of the older woman but what make her frown was the second voice, a man’s voice, with her.

“Dot found a boyfriend huh?” She muttered to herself in a joking manner. As she came up to Dolores’ door, it was wide open which scared her for a moment but then she heard the woman laugh.

“Miss Lane?” Kat called out, stopping at her door frame as she does. In that moment she then seen Dot come out of her kitchen. “Everything okay? Your door is wide open, I thought something terrible happened.”

The older woman just laughed, waving her in while taking her arm in hers.

“Oh no no I’m perfectly fine dear! I was just having troubles with my sink and Mr. Castiglione offered to take a look for me! He is so nice and very handsome.” Dot sends her a wink as she shimmy’s her shoulders. Kat snorts, nudging her arm as she shakes her head at the woman.

“Dot! He’s right there!” She whisper shouts at her, her hold on the basket tightening when she sees the man’s feet lying on the floor, his body under the sink. “Who is he anyway?” Her voice was a whisper again.

“He said he lived in Kevin’s old apartment, right in front of you missy. Why didn’t you tell me this hunk of man was there all this time?” She pointed her finger at her in a disapproving manner, taking the basket from Kat. “For selfish reasons? I wouldn’t blame you.”

“I’ll have you know, miss Dolores Lane, I did not know he lived there, I actually have never seen him, you got there before I did.” Kat sassed, not really caring if the stranger heard her or not anymore.

Before Dolores could reply with a sassy remark, the man, Pete, cleared his throat, awkwardly waving a wrench around.

“Your sink is gonna need some parts ma’am, I think I can Jerry rig it for now though before I can really fix it.”

Kat was in awe of the pure muscle of this man, his height didn’t help either. His hair was long and shaggy, he had a beard to match too. And his hands, god his hands were massive. Dolores was right, the man was a whole lot of man.

“Oh you don’t have to do that! I can buy the parts for it and my sweet Katty can fix it the rest of the way! You’ve done so much already by just looking at it.” Dot waved her hands, motioning to Kat, why was still silent with a straight back. “She’s very handy with her tools.”

Kat lets out a nervous laugh, giving Pete a small wave. The jar of pickles were still in her hand, the marks on the lip showcasing her struggle with them. She seen the amused look on his face when he seen the jar and her outfit and probably at the fact that she could in fact fix things but she didn’t care. She was a woman of many talents. Opening a jar of pickles is not one of them unfortunately.

“We got it from here Mister Castiglione, thank you for helping Dot, it means a lot.” Kat offered her best smile to the slightly intimidating man.

“Pete, names Pete.” He half smiles back, setting one of Kat’s tools down. “And it’s no problem, it’s the least I can do.” He breathes out a chuckle. “If you need anymore help, I’m down the hall, yeah?” He makes his way towards the door, wiping his hands on his jeans before he closes the door behind him on his way out. That’s when Kat had an idea.

“What are you doing?” Dot expresses as she sees the younger woman scram to grab a sandwich out of the basket along with the jar in her hand already and book it to the door. “Kat?”

“I’ll be just a minute Dot!” The woman quickly darts out the door, running to catch up with Pete who was already halfway down the hall. “Mister Pete!”

Frank furrowed his eyebrows at her voice, turning his body halfway to see the woman running towards him. In a different situation, Frank would have been concerned, maybe even scared. This bright, calm, somewhat bubbly girl was running towards him, dark, grumpy, and closed off. It didn’t help that she was wearing pink and him black. Quite literally, the opposites.

“It’s just Pete, ma’am.”

“Well just Pete, I need your help.” She panted out slightly from her running once she stopped, a wide smile on her face.

“And what’s that?”

She wiggles the pickle jar at him.

“If you open this for me, I’ll give you one of my sandwiches in exchange.” She smiled up at him hopefully. Frank was amazed to say the least.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay then.” In a motion, he takes the jar into his large hand, making little to no effort as he starts to twist the lip off. Which comes off the second he twisted. Kat was indeed a little embarrassed. But hey, she got her pickles, a win is a win.

“Thank you, you have no idea how long I spent trying to get the thing open!” Her laugh was very contagious. As she took the jar back, she held out her hand to him with the sandwich in it. “A deals a deal.”

Frank scoffs playfully. She was so…warm. He couldn’t explain it really. So he took the sandwich with a nod. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He gestured to the sandwich. “You have a good ear ma’am.” He turned to leave again.

“Kat, it’s just Kat.” Her voice sounded behind him, his lips twitching up at her mimic of him.

“Okay, just Kat.” He voiced back without looking at her behind him, carrying on with his day and the tasks on his mind.

Kat let out a giggle, bouncing on her feet some as she makes her way back to Dolores’ apartment.

Pete: 1

Jar of pickles: 0

The end

Part two??? Maybe???

(I don’t feel like editing thisss so I’m not gonnaaaa)

[ladybug023]

Tuco Salamanca and Dolores Varga HCs part 1

Their relationship took place in the 1990s

Tuco has been infatuated with Nacho’s little sister, Dolores aka Lolita since the moment they met. (Lolita is a nickname for people named Dolores.)

Loud garbage boi/cute silent mysterious girl.

When she encountered Tuco for the first time, she was coming home from ballet classes and entered her house to find Tuco and Nacho in the living room.

Tuco's face was battered from a recent bar fight. As soon as Tuco laid eyes on her, he was captivated by her ethereal beauty. He greeted her with a blood-stained, wolfish grin, a smile that Lolita found simultaneously terrifying and secretly thrilling.

“Nacho man, you didn’t tell me you had a sister…Hola Hermosita, mucho gusto en conocerte."

Dolly stared at him wordlessly . Nacho noticed how Tuco looked at her, and it unnerved him a lot.

“…Her name is Dolores, she’s deaf.”

“Oh…sordomudo….that’s a pity. I guess that pretty face comes with a price.”

Tuco is ignorant about a lot of things, including deaf people. Nevertheless, Dolores remained a source of intrigue for him.

It was primarily due to her captivating features, particularly her large, enchanting brown eyes. They emanated a captivating blend of innocence and enigma. Tuco would gaze into those eyes, attempting to decipher her inner thoughts and feelings.

Nacho did everything in his power to keep the two separate and keep Lolita separate from his line of work.

Tuco nicknamed her “Nacho’s Palomita.” Which means Nacho’s little dove

During one instance, he decided to frighten her for his own twisted amusement. He backed her against a wall, wielding his knife, and sneered, "I get why he keeps you away from me... You're just a sweet little thing. I'd do the same." With a wave of his knife in front of her face, he added, "You know what, pajarita? I think you're holding out on me... You never talk but, I bet I could make you scream."

To his surprise, she met his gaze with a fierce glare and forcefully pushed him aside, determined not to give him the satisfaction he craved. This unexpected reaction elicited laughter from him.

Despite Nacho’s efforts, Tuco would constantly ask about Dolores.

One evening while driving he saw her walking home from Ballet classes in the rain. He offered her a ride and asked her how she could dance if she couldn’t hear the music. Dolores put her hand on the speaker to show him how she could feel the music.

The main reason Dolores was attracted to Tuco was because he was in her eyes, the embodiment of freedom. He was lawless, he could do anything he wanted, he was powerful, men listened to him. He was everything she craved to have.

She was 13 when her mother died of an OD, and Dolores was basically forced to take her place as the domestic figure of the household. As the only daughter in a Mexican household, she was expected to cook dinner, do the laundry, and the cleaning. This left her with little time for herself. She was always told what to do by her male family members.

Tuco and Lolita didn’t actually get together until Nacho went to prison. When Nacho went to prison for 2 years it left her family vulnerable. So Dolores had to toughen up a lot and take on Nacho’s position as a dealer to protect their family.

This is Tuco’s first serious relationship with a woman. So this being a good boyfriend thing is alien to him but he tries, for her. She’s got him wrapped around his finger.

Tuco remembers to flicker a light switch when he enters a room she’s in so he doesn’t scare her.

Most of Dolores’s communication with him is body language and gestures. She writes him notes sometimes.

Surprisingly, this doesn’t bother Tuco too much since Marco and Leonel communicate in a similar way. He’s used to having to guess what they’re feeling.

Dolores realized that Tuco listens the best after sex. So after they make love she sometimes teaches him new signs.

Over their relationship Dolores has been able to teach him to sign “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” and “what’s wrong”. He knows a few others but often mixes them up. He’s trying okay.

The cochlear implant really helps in listening but Lolita still never speaks since she’s incredibly insecure of her deaf accent.

Their arguments are hilarious. Whenever Tuco starts yelling, Lolita just takes off her cochlear implant because, she’s not trying to hear all of that shit and walks away.

“HEY! DONT TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING IMPLANT I’M TALKING TO YOU!! LOLITA!”

As their relationship progressed and Dolores got more involved in the game, she began to become more manipulative and toxic. She allows Tuco to get high a lot because he’s a lot easier to manipulate when he’s high.

When Nacho gets out of prison he see that Dolores basically runs everything through Tuco. She handles all of the money and has influence on Tuco. She turned from a sweet innocent girl into a power hungry drug queen.

[quantumhealingava]

dolores cannon notes:

♡︎ 'She came back into this lifetime with the plan of helping other people, to make up for her inability to help in that lifetime. Her present father had been one of the Nazi soldiers, the first to rape her. He had returned to repay the injustice by being her father, intending to raise and protect her. That had been the plan, but it apparently changed after he got here into the body. The subconscious said he got caught up in the ways of the flesh, and forgot his original purpose. This shows that even though the incoming soul has a good plan and noble intentions to repay karma, life has a way of affecting them, and being human is not that easy. On the other side it always looks easy, like it would be simple to accomplish. But the incoming soul forgets that, because this is a world of free will, it will have to contend with the free will of others, and the pressures of being human dealing with emotions. So he was caught up in it, and regrettably accumulated more karma. Both of these men are to be pitied rather than reviled.'

♡︎ 'A case of extreme depression and isolation from society (since childhood) was traced back through two former lifetimes. Although the man was born into a very large family (12 children), he never felt a closeness to any of them. There was always the feeling of isolation, and depression. This continued throughout his life: a feeling of apathy, of not caring, of being an observer on the outside looking in. He was treated by psychiatrists and put on medication for depression, but he didn’t think it did any good. Even natural remedies had no affect. One diagnosis called it “Freedom from harm” complex. In other words, to avoid being hurt, it was easier to shut down and not get involved with people or anything. It was a lonely existence, even his job gave him no satisfaction. Suicide only made things worse, because the law of karma says that you must repeat the same circumstances until you learn the lesson. And that certainly seemed true, as he tearfully said, “My life now is a repeat of that one. I didn’t escape from anything.” He thought the first woman that he was attracted to in this present life was the same woman from the other life, and she also rejected him. History was repeating itself.'

♡︎ 'He still thought about his lost love, and wanted to be with her again. He was told that love was what it was all about, but to experience the same relationship again would not advance him. He could be with her again, but in a different role capacity. That was what it was all about: switching and playing different parts, often with the same people. Thus we return again and again, switching back and forth in our role-playing in the next scenario. The important thing to remember was that we could never lose that love. Death cannot separate us. It is just placed in another form, but it is never lost. Love is the greatest lesson of all, no matter how many challenges it must go through. We are always reunited in one form or another. To understand love and experience it is the ultimate lesson. Once we understand this, we can have love and compassion for everyone, for we never know which role they have chosen to play this time around.'

♡︎ 'When the body dies, is there any pain associated with it when the spirit leaves?

A: No. It seems that the spirit leaves the body shortly before the physical body actually dies. I thought of sudden death in war. There seems to be great confusion. Also other sudden, “accidental” deaths. In old age and in illness, the spirit takes trips out in preparation.

Q: Many people have told me that when a baby is born, the spirit doesn’t remain in the body all the time. Is this correct? A: The spirit is aware of the time of conception, and it is possible for the spirit to “check in” on the progress of the fetus. It seems to enter at birth or shortly after. But because it is so connected to the spirit world, it does take “trips” to visit the familiar home. Sudden infant death seems to be when the spirit chooses to stay in the spirit world. Or perhaps stayed longer than the newly emerging physical body is able to operate on its own. It seems that we do need the force of the spirit in cooperation with the physical body in order to maintain physical life.'

♡︎ 'Q: Is there really much difference between meditation and prayer?

A: There is a large difference. “Prayer” is consciously directed energy. “Meditation” is being open to what comes in. Prayer is directing, not so much asking. Prayer means to consciously direct your thoughts which are your power.

Q: Then prayer is a real thing?

A: Prayer is definitely real, and it is definitely powerful.'

[cigvrettedvet]

dolores & henry.

    “of course i’d carry you back home, i promise.” henry said with a chuckle as he kept an arm around her waist and followed her around the store. the more that the two of them spent together, the more henry was blurring the line between how serious this was getting and the little arrangement that they had. they spent more time then he had imagined and whenever dolores left he was always longing for more. “for me?” henry said with another chuckle and a small raise of his brow. usually he didn’t spend too much on himself, really it was more on bigger items such as a boat and the cars that he had rather than a suit, but there was part of him that wanted to impress her, and if she thought he’d look good in something he’d get it in a heartbeat. “i’m surprised that you out of all people haven’t figured me out already.” he teased as he tightened his grip on her waist. “as much as i’d love to wear something flashy and get everyone’s attention, i know that probably wouldn’t be great.” he said with a shrug as he let her lead him over to where all of the suits were and took a look for himself. “want me to do all black? if you wear the red you can steal the show.” he didn’t know if that was exactly what she wanted but he knew that dress could be a showstopper. “let me take a look at the watches, i could use a nice pair of shoes too… me and you might clear out the whole store by the time we’re done.” he teased again as he took another look. “what do you think? i want to look nice for you, trust me you’ll be the only one i care about in that whole room.” 

             dolores smiled at his words. she knew that she was breaking all of her rules and the overall code of professionalism by getting so close to henry. but it felt impossible not to want to get to know henry better. while he was handsome and the sex between them was amazing, he was sweet and he treated dolores more like a human being than a trophy girlfriend. "yeah, for you. you deserve something nice. you deserve a lot of nice things actually," dolores responded. with her body flush against his, dolores truly felt right at home. a dangerous feeling with a man she knew wasn't really hers. "i have you mostly figured out but i'm still learning something new every day," she admits with a shrug. not only just with henry but with her newfound and entirely unplanned feelings towards him. "hm, you're right. flashy doesn't suit you at all. you're way too sophisticated for that," dolores shook her head, "i do like stealing the show so i'll do the red then." besides the fact that it was her job, dolores was willing to wear whatever henry wanted her to ( or nothing at all ) if it'd please him. "you say that like it's a bad thing," dolores playfully shot back with a giggle. she falters when he says she was the only one he'd care about in the entire room and her heart skips a beat. dolores wanted to tell henry to not say things like that. it only confused her more. instead, she plasters a smile onto her lips. "i saw a couple of watches who'd look perfect for you. i know you didn't want to be flashy but you are entitled to have a little bling here and there," dolores replied, not bothering to address his last statement at all. she just hoped he'd drop it.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Can you write Bruno Madrigal x reader angst-to-fluff headcanons where reader has been acting distant lately and Bruno is worried that he did something wrong and maybe his s/o doesn’t love him anymore but really reader was trying to figure out how to tell him they’re pregnant with triplets? (Dolores could hear the heartbeats, so that’s how they know there’s 3 babies)

A/n: This is the cutest thing ever! I love this. Also Bruno having Triplets like his parents did is just perfect.

🐀: Dolores is the first one to find out you are pregnant, you suspected you might have been but she was the one that actually confirmed you were expecting.

“You’re pregnant” that comment caught you off guard. You were just trying enjoy your meal then the young came over and blurted that out.

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh hehe did you not know…I just.” Clearing out her throat Dolores placed her hand on your belly giving you a wide smile. “Triplets actually…I can hear their little heartbeats….y/n?”

🐀: You fainted after hearing that.

🐀: Dolores kept this information to herself this time but that didn’t stop the young girl to fuss over you while you tried to figure out how to tell your husband.

🐀: You did your best to avoid Bruno with out actually trying to avoid the man, but that seems to make it worse on him.

🐀: Bruno started to think that he did something wrong. He didn’t like to see you not wearing the pretty dresses his niece made for you, instead of wearing more baggy clothing.

🐀: Was he boring you? You were sleeping more during his little shows he put on.

🐀: Bruno did notice you didn’t want him touching you? Maybe you were disgusted by him? Or could you have fallen out of love with him?

🐀: He didn’t want that! But what if he couldn’t fix it? What if he screwed it up even more! He knew he could always look into the future but he didn’t want to get a vision of you leaving him.

🐀: Really withdraws himself away from the family, is really a mess. Bruno thinks that he must have done something wrong.

🐀: You were to caught up with trying to break the happy news you didn’t even notice that Bruno was pulling away until the man locked himself away into his room.

🐀: Seeing Bruno pulling away from you, it took Dolores again to inform you on how the man was feeling.

“He thinks you hate him…thinks you’re going to leave him.”

🐀: Realizing your mistake you knew it was something that you had to fix and it was easy to find the man.

“Bruno?”

“It’s fine y/n…I don’t blame you for leaving me….I’m such a screw up.”

“Oh Bruno! That’s not true at all.” Giving him a smile you knelt down in front of your husband. Your hands cupping his cheeks. “I never meant to make you feel that way…I love you. I don’t want you to forget that…I just got some interesting news from Dolores and I was trying to figure out how to tell you but I just made it worse and.” Shaking your head you took deep breath in. “Well I’m pregnant….with Triplets….we’re going to have a family.”

“Baby….babies?” Bruno corrected himself though you can see tears starting to form in his green eyes. “I’m going to be a father?” It took all his strength to not wrap you in a tight hug,wrapping his arms gently around you he hugged you close burying his face into his neck. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”

🐀: He honestly never thought it could happen to him, never thought he would find someone to marry, he’s over filled with joy that he’s going to be a father.

🐀: Dotes on you through out the pregnancy, just loves rubbing your belly.

🐀: Happily tells everyone in the family, though he’s also protective too. Will only let certain member of the family near you.

🐀: Is by your side throughout the whole pregnancy, breaks down when he sees the triplets for this first time.

🐀: Bruno loves singing to the Triplets whenever they get fussy, they tend to calm down when he sings to them.

[theangelofangst]

OKAY WHEN WERE YA’ll GONNA TELL ME THAT THE ORIGINAL SCRIPT FOR THE MOVIE WAS GONNA HAVE ALMA BE THE ONE WHO DIED AND PEDRO WAS GONNA BE THE ONE WHO NEEDED TO HAVE HIS EYES OPEN?

Like was I just suppose to find that you on a Tik Tok comment section because that’s exactly what happened.

Can ya’ll imagine? The difference?

Alma buried her pain and strive for perfection. But I can totally see Pedro being incredibly overprotective of the whole family to the point where he’d become a helicopter parent?

Imagine Pedro adoring all three his children with his soul and wanting to keep them close while also wanting them to be able to take care of themselves.

I came up with a few ideas:

Like with Alma it was more about wanting her family to be completely perfect and how they could be useful to help their village and she loses sight of what she was doing it all for.

But with Pedro, it’s more that he wants them to be able to protect themselves, he wants them to be perfect but not to fit his expectations but mainly because he doesn’t want them to lose them like he lost Alma. He’s terrified. And he also wants to help the people, the villagers that were there for him and whom got through the grief of losing Alma.

So he picks and choices who’s gift he knows would be able to protect their family the best.

With Pepa he knows her powers can be dangerous so not only does he try to keep her calm like Alma did but he also takes her away, (sing to her, rock her, make her laugh, anything he could think of that would calm her down) from Bruno and Julieta because he doesn’t want the off chance they’d get hurt.

With Julieta and Bruno he’s focused more than on but knowing they have their limits. With Julieta he tells her that a lot of people need her to heal them, which she more than happily does and with Bruno, he’s constantly asking Bruno to see into the future so they can prepare for any natural disasters.

And when the grandkids pop up.

Pedro being the respectful man he is did not ask Dolores to eavesdrop on others but instead asked her to listen danger, such as dangerous animals or possible intruders from a distance. Which doesn’t sound like a bad thing until she started staying up until the late hours, always on alert and never sleeping

With Luisa, her strength was a huge asset, so much so that Pedro did put less pressure on Isa, the whole “wanting her to be perfect” and instead giving that to Luisa. Her gift being super strengthen a light bulb went off in his head and he knew Luisa would be able to keep them safe. And he’d never have to worry about losing his loved ones ever again.

But even though Isabella is no longer the symbol of perfection now did not mean she didn’t have her role line everyone else. Her role was to make everyone happy. Brighten up their day but creating beautiful flowers. And instead of having the burden of being perfect, she had to disregard her own feelings and make everyone smile by putting on a fake smile of her own. Which actually wasn’t something Pedro told her to do but more so of her own desire to be useful. Something she had decided on he own to do after one where she conjured up Alma’s favorite flowers to make her Abuelo feel better. It worked and she had since done her best to make others smile with her flowers.

With Camilo (this one is actually kinda interesting) he was instructed to help families grieve, or at least start the grieving process by shifting into the person who’s loved one passed so that some could say a final goodbye and closure. Because like with Isa, one time Camilo decided to shift into Abuela when Pedro had been having a bad day and promptly broke down into tears, holding Camilo as if the boy was his long passed beloved.

With Antonio. His is actually still new, so he hasn’t really figured out how Antonio’s could help protect everyone. Honestly the dangerous animals his grandson can talk to actually put him on edge. Knowing that Antonio can talk to them honestly doesn’t make him feel any better

And finally with Mirabel. I described Pedro as being a helicopter parent before, like the man is terrified with unresolved trauma about losing his any of his babies like he lost Alma but he’s ten times worse when it comes to Mirabel. When she didn’t get her gift he nearly had a heart attack, not because he was scared about the Madrigal reputation but more “how is she going to be able to protect herself without a gift?” He begs Bruno to see into the future after that, and again, he wasn’t doing so even to figure out why but more asking Bruno to see what they could do to protect her, that if she was in any danger they could prevent it

And then Bruno disappears. And Pedro nearly goes sick from worry.

And he clings to his family even tighter, his fear of losing them worsening and his fear of something happening to Mirabel growing. He instructs Julieta to always have food at the ready in case. Instructs Luisa to be Mirabel’s body guard.

In fact he asks a bunch of people to treat Mirabel with the upmost care. Essentially seeing his granddaughter as this doll made of the finest glass.

When the Casita falls Pedro instinctively goes to protect everyone inside and is actually running alongside Julieta after Mirabel when the Casita starts pushing them all back

When Bruno does eventually come back Pedro does the same exact thing that Alma does but much more emotionally. Like he actually drops to his knees cause he’s filled with such relief. He doesn’t care that Bruno disappeared, doesn’t care why, all he’s feeling in that moment is guilt and joy that his son is alive.

That’s all I got so far but I really like the concept of Pedro being the one left alive. So many things could play out differently. But ultimately everything is resolved exactly the same way. With love, forgiveness and understanding.

[capri-fandomwriting]

Camilo x Male Reader - Boy in the Window (Part 2)

(part 1)(part 3)(part 4)

Plot: A paranoid and lonely boy falls in love with a shapeshifting member of a family he’s scared of.

Triggers/Content Warnings: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, child neglect mentions, cursing.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support! I’m surprised, to be honest, that my first post ever got so much love!

Forgot to mention this in Part 1, but both you and Camilo are 17 in this fic. Also this is the peak of the "enemies" phase, don’t worry, it gets better for them.

"Camilo! Time to get up!" Mirabel called out through the door of her younger cousin. Yet the boy didn’t respond.

Mirabel knocked on the door, only to hear a depressed groan. She slowly creaked the door open only to find the boy laying down with his face partially covered by the pillow he's resting his head on. His cheek puffed up slightly due to the pillow. He traced circles on the ground, kicking his feet in the air.

"Camilo?" Mirabel asked, which caused Camilo to hop to his feet.

"Mirabel! Uh…" Camilo stammered, "Good morning!" He weaved around her only to be met with the girl's hand wrapping around his wrist.

"Camilo, is there something wrong?" Mirabel asked. Camilo wormed his way out of the grip and backed into the guardrail, which pushed him back into Mirabel.

"Uh… I’m fine! I’m totally fine!" Camilo lied.

"Camilo, you know you can tell your family anything!"

"Yes, and that’s why I’m telling you everything's fine!"

"Oh, Camilo’s in love with a boy that lives in that house that everyone thinks is abandoned," Dolores said from across the way.

Mirabel looked like she had just had a revelation. Camilo looked like he wanted to die, which he actually did want to.

"Hm!" Dolores squeaked before running off.

————

You took a small piece of chalk and ran it across the wall, the lines coalescing together into a large drawing of a flower.

Your mind keeps fluttering back to yesterday. With Camilo. He was… well… you're ashamed to admit he was cute.

Your father always told you to never trust a Madrigal. He told you they always helped others but that was a front. In truth, they are lying and deceitful people, one of them being a shapeshifter is just proof of that in your eyes.

Luckily you had a defensive measure, never leave the house. That way, none of them can cross you.

Your drawing was complete. Unfortunately it failed to bring your mind off of that Camilo boy.

You moved over to the kitchen, pulling out some of your purchases from yesterday and cutting them up, making a small salad before carefully moving to the table. You shrank as you ate alone. You wanted someone to eat with you so badly…

The chair across from you has been empty for five years. Your father left when you were 12, and you had to fend for yourself. It bothers you sometimes but you've learned to suck it up, right? You can handle things well! No tears!

————

"Camilo, that boy you're in love with is crying," Dolores whispered to Camilo, who turned sharply towards his sister.

"I told you, I'm not in love, I just want to be friends with him,"

"That's… not what it seems like to me…" she said, before squeaking and running off.

It took a solid minute for him to register what Dolores said beyond "that boy you're in love with," and with that sudden realization he barreled out the door.

His feet ran faster than he could have imagined towards your house. Head filled with worry and panic.

He suddenly skidded to a stop as he noticed your window was open, approaching it with caution only to notice the interior walls of your house was filled with art, and that you were currently drawing on one of the only slots on the wall that had no art on it.

He watched with intensity as you worked the chalk on the walls into the shape of a person with no distinct features, just… a person.

Camilo couldn't help but marvel at your colorful walls.

"Wow…" he muttered.

But that was enough. You jumped a mile and dropped the chalk, running over and grabbing the sides of your window, attempting to close it on Camilo.

"H-hey wait! I'm sorry! I was in the area and I saw your drawings through the wi-"

"Bullshit!" you respond, "You're spying on me! You and your family!"

"Wha-… huh?" Camilo seemed confused.

"My dad told me to never trust a Madrigal. That they're skeevy liars who backstab when it's least expected,"

Camilo was stunned. Completely stunned.

"What's worse? Your powers? All of them! All fit for that kind of stuff! Hearing everything? Perfect for finding out if the town loves you or not. Weather control? Raining hell down upon the town!"

"What…?" Camilo had his heart broken three times over, and with every scathing comment against his family twisted the knife even further.

The boy found his family… evil?

"…and you?"

Camilo froze.

"You shapeshift. You freak me out, okay? Like, I’m not sure which person I’m talking to is actually you! And… and… I just…"

You were burnt out. All these years of anger and hatred that you had bottled up were unloaded onto Camilo.

"Please just… don't talk to me… ever…" you say, hurt becoming more apparent in your voice, "I don't want… little Mr. Perfect to take everything I've ever had… all I've built up… I don't want the Madrigals to take everything from me… again…"

With that, you closed the window, leading Camilo into a tragic state of confusion and sadness.

[lilyclawthorne]

fellow pepa stan respectfully I am looking for more mama pepa headcanons 🙏

Ok!! Thanks for the ask, I had fun thinking up some of these!!

Pepa was MAD when she found out about the prophecy Bruno gave Dolores. Yes, Pepa knows her brother doesn’t make things happen, but he didn’t have to tell her little girl such horrible news. She may have created a sandstorm in his room when she went to yell at him.

She and Félix have taught all of their kids how to dance.

I also have a headcanon that Pepa’s body can kinda regulate her body temperature depending on the weather she’s making. So like, if it’s so hot she gets cooler and doesn’t feel the effects as much, and the same goes for rain or snow, she’d feel much warmer. This way she doesn’t get sick from standing in her own weather. The thing though is that when she’s warmer, her kids love to cuddle with her and as much as she loves it, she struggles to get them off her because the last thing she wants is to make any of them sick.

She knows Antonio can talk to animals and all the animals love him, but sometimes when she sees that jaguar running at her son she gets a mini heart attack before remembering it’s fine.

Dolores gets overwhelmed by her gift at times, but even more so when she first got it. When it’s really bad Pepa will bring her to her own room and hold her and sing very quietly, so Dolores could focus on just one thing. It doesn’t happen as often now that Dolores is older and she’s worried it’d make her seem immature to ask for it, but sometimes Pepa can just tell and will hold her hand and lead her back to her room to do it, reminding her she’d do this everyday for her if she wanted.

Camilo is a mama’s boy and Pepa knows it. If anyone points it out her gets embarrassed but Pepa is absolutely unafraid to tease him about it if she’s there too, and bring up all the times he’s helped her or got her favorite tea, to everyone in the room. He gets even more embarrassed but she likes to share it because she actually thinks the way he helps her is amazing and she’s so thankful and proud to have such a caring son.

When Antonio was a just a baby sleeping in a crib in the nursery, Pepa was insistent that if anything happened in the night, Mirabel didn’t have to handle it and could just get her. But after the first few times observing her tía take care of him, she just kinda helped take care of him anyways? And almost never got Pepa. (This is why the two cousins are so close) Pepa was thankful for the extra sleep, but felt kinda guilty about it when she caught on to what Mirabel was doing for her, she made more of point to check on Antonio in the middle of the night and told Casita to get her up regardless of if Mirabel was helping already or not.

Pepa may struggle with calming herself down when her anxiety is bad, but she’s excellent at calming her own children down when they’re anxious. She’s tried so many different methods for herself throughout her life that she’s basically a walking resource of calming and soothing tactics for her children.

When Camilo was younger he would worry about his powers and have nightmares about it, that he’d get stuck in some other form, or that he wouldn’t remember his own form, and that people wouldn’t recognize him anymore. This would’ve been before Antonio was born, so Camilo’s room was the closest to Pepa at the time and she’d hear him during the night, and would go to calm him down and reassure him. He’d always ask if she’d stay during the night and Félix would find her in Camilo’s room the next morning, holding him in his bed while they both sleep.

Pepa is not a great cook, Julieta has been the one doing it all her life so she never really learned much, BUT on her kid’s birthdays she’ll either try to make them their favorite food or make a cake or some other dessert for them. It’s not great. It’s pretty bad honestly, but her kids still smile and try it out because they love the effort she put into it.

[includeangieinthesequel]

More Madrigal 2022 Headcannons

I am once again asking someone to draw these.

Thank you for all the love on the other headcannons I made!

Mirabel likes to guess what’s gonna be on her Spotify wrapped each year.

Camilo and Mirabel take their Snapchat streak very seriously.

Julieta loves when her daughters ask to take selfies with her.

Pepa demands selfies. As soon as she sees someone taking one she immediately jumps in.

Felix’s lockscreen is Pepa.

Isabela is Tiktok famous. She definitely advocates for injustices on her platform too. As does Julieta. I still think Julieta is like Tabitha Brown on there.

Dolores is constantly watching hair tutorials and trying every single one.

Camilo had AirPods. He lost them exactly a week after getting them. He doesn’t know Antonio found them and uses them all the time.

Isabela is the one that got Pepa into Meg Thee Stallion. It started with “Cash Shit” and just went from there. Isabela heavily relates to the beginning of “Girls in the Hood” cause hell yeah “fuck being good I’m a bad bitch…”

Pepa used to listen to a lot of rap in her day. Like all the greats. She really liked Tupac back in the 90s. Julieta did too but no one believes her.

Agustin gets really emotional when he hears any sort of ballad. He just starts weeping at the first chorus. Julieta thinks it’s sweet.

Luisa has headphones with cat ears on them. Isabela gave them to her and she teared up a little about it.

Mirabel likes to help Isabela dye her hair. She always ends up with stained hands though.

Isabela straightened Dolores’ hair once and Dolores wouldn’t go near her Mami for a week. She didn’t want the humidity or the rain to revert it back before she was ready.

All of them like doing hair masks together.

One time Mirabel accidentally shaved part of her eyebrow off and asked if her mami could fix it.

Julieta said, “Oh honey, I can heal you but I can’t fix bald.”

Mirabel was not impressed.

Isabela can grow weed. She didn’t know what it was first but Julieta knew and told her she’d take care of it. She made edibles. She later explained to Isabela what it was. They had a lot of fun

Felix and Pepa love when Isabela and/or Camilo ask them to do Tiktok dances with them. They’re really good at it.

Isabela had to restrain Pepa from learning the Wap dance from Tiktok. She personally wanted to see it but she didn’t want to scar Camilo for life.

Mirabel cried when she watched Moana (assuming other Disney movies can exist in this universe)

Sometimes Julieta let’s Isabela do her make up for Tiktok. It’s really cute watching them giggle together about whatever Julieta is saying to make her daughter grin.

Luisa often interviews the donkeys the way people do with dogs by holding the mic up to their noses. Antonio loves to translate.

Julieta’s lockscreen is her and her siblings. Her home screen is her daughters and Agustin.

Bruno’s lockscreen is rats.

The triplets have some secret tattoos they got when they were young. They’re good at hiding them too. Pepa and Bruno didn’t think Julieta would actually agree to it but she did.

The cousins accidentally showed Antonio a scary YouTube video and they had to face the wrath of Pepa until he could sleep on his own again. Bruno was also terrified by the video.

The whole family played Among us when it was first popular. Antonio thought it was funny to call people “sus” even when he wasn’t using it right.

Felix knows how to tap dance. He taught Agustin.

Luisa loves wearing lashes. Pepa does too and taught her how to apply them. They share make up tips since Luisa likes to look pretty while doing her chores and Pepa’s make up has to survive all the elements.