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zafirosreverie · 2 years ago

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Dynasty (Julieta x Félix)

a/n: I regret nothing

Warnings: cheating, child stealing, infidelity, blood mention.

For @doloresswife hope you like it

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She tried not to clench her fist too hard, for fear of hurting Camilo, but she couldn't stop the fear, anxiety, and anger from swirling inside her as more and more people came to Casita.

It was a special night, one filled with mixed emotions, fake smiles, and a party she didn't feel ready for, nor did she think she ever would. A new gift ceremony, a new birthday... a new wound that would never heal in her heart. She didn't even realize how the day had come so soon. It seemed impossible that five years had already passed, especially when she still felt locked up, when she had never left that room, at least not mentally.

"Are you okay, tía?"

Julieta jumped a little when she felt Dolores's hand on her shoulder. Her niece was the only one of the Madrigal grandchildren who knew... everything about that night and the months before it. It would have been impossible to hide it from her, considering that she can hear even the slightest change.

"I'm fine, Lola" she answered without turning around "Is Mirabel okay?"

Her mind took a moment away from the sadness that was beginning to consume her, to focus on her youngest daughter. She knew that the girl adored Antonio, but that didn't mean that seeing him at his ceremony, having an opportunity that had been taken from her, would be an easy thing for the girl.

"She’s okay...at least as much as she can be" Dolores replied "...it's Antonio who is terrified"

The healer felt her blood run cold. She had foreseen that Mirabel would feel bad about Toñito's ceremony, she had imagined that Dolores would see her with pain and pity, and she knew that she herself would end up with a broken heart and a soaked face. But she hadn't thought that Antonio was going to feel scared on a night that was supposed to be entirely for him.

She supposed that in a way it made sense, absolutely all the Madrigal grandchildren, especially those of her blood, were terrified, either in one way or another. Isabela couldn't see herself in any mirror without feeling a wave of anxiety, she was terrified that her reflection would show a woman that wasn't perfect.

Luisa lived in a constant internal struggle, punishing herself for every ounce that she could not lift, even if it was far beyond her capacity, the idea of appearing weak consumed her soul. Mirabel... her poor girl, so mature, kind, happy, and beautiful, who filled the hearts of all who knew her with deep joy, her precious butterfly, was afraid to look at the faces of her family and see in them the rejection, the hate, and disappointment.

All three of her girls were tainted, filled with a fear she herself had experienced, a terrible sentence they had to face because of a weak, pathetic, cowardly mother.

Julieta was not stupid, she knew that all the pain and fear that lived in her daughters was nothing more than a reflection of everything she had done, what she had kept quiet about, and what she had not fought for. She shouldn't have been surprised that Antonio was tainted by that curse as well.

Because the Madrigals, despite the false and plastic mask that their mother wanted to put on them, had a secret, a tragic, terrible one with the capacity to break not only the miracle but everything that the youngest members of the family ever knew.

Perhaps that was why neither she nor Félix had dared to break the silence, not even after Antonio's birth, despite the fact that it was precisely that moment when they should have ended all the lies in which they were submerged. None of them had the courage to break their children's entire lives, no matter if they themselves died every day.

She wouldn't admit it, not even to him, but a part of her always thought that Felix had been a little luckier than her. He was able to keep each and every one of his children by his side, he had seen them grow up and he had the privilege of being called dad by all three. Her youngest son had been stolen from her.

Remembering that day was torture, and sometimes she wondered if it was really over, if it really was a different day, everything felt the same to her from that moment on, even though the world went on as usual around her.

"Fifty years ago-"

Julieta shuddered when her mother's voice resounded in her ears, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by Dolores, who squeezed her shoulder again as a source of silent support. She tried to block out the sound, not only because she knew that speech by heart, but because every time the matriarch spoke, her stomach turned at the venom-flecked fake goodness that seeped through her voice.

Because she knew better than anyone, Alma Madrigal was everything, except the holy and kind woman that Encanto believed, on the contrary, she was cruel and ruthless, no matter whose soul she had to destroy in order to maintain the perfect image she had created of herself. Why else would she have ruined her own daughter's life?

It had never bothered her to know that she wasn't exactly mom's favorite, that was always Bruno, and even when the gifts came and Pepa replaced her brother as the golden child, Julieta hadn't cared, she was happy with her role in the family

But when she met Felix, everything had fallen apart.

They were alike in many ways, they shared the same values, and almost the same tastes, he loved her sensitive and self-sacrificing nature and she had completely fallen for his warm and kind presence. It was only natural that they would be attracted to each other.

It started with a tentative friendship that gradually escalated into a relationship that the two knew would last a lifetime, even if they didn't end up together. And it is that despite how obvious it was that they felt something for the other, not all people thought it was right. Especially her sister and mother.

From the first time Julieta invited Félix to her house, it was undeniable that both Pepa and Alma fell in love with the same things that she did when she met him, and by the time dinner was over, the air felt charged with emotions that at that moment she thought were good. Today, so many years later, she realized that it was just the moment when everything collapsed.

Her sister could not help falling in love with him, perhaps with the same force as herself, but unlike Julieta, who felt a warm, serene, and soft love for him, Pepa felt an immense threatening fire, and she had no intentions to take no for an answer.

Her sister's confession did not take her by surprise. The speed with which her mother accepted the idea and went to work to arrange a marriage, did. Neither she nor Félix knew how they had ended up like that, in the midst of a chaos of letters between his parents and Alma, with Pepa getting more emotional every day, Bruno avoiding her and her heartbroken begging to be heard.

It was useless, her mother didn't want to understand reasons, and she didn't care that Julieta felt something for him and vice versa. She had found the perfect person to keep Pepa's gift at bay and that was the only thing that mattered. Felix didn't even get a say in his own engagement, and both he and Julieta had to swallow their pain and sadness as they attended a wedding where they both knew he was marrying the wrong sister.

Time passed, she met Agustín, he came to appreciate Pepa, and they both learned to forgive her and created their respective sides of the family. They seemed happy, but it took only two months after Dolores and Isabela were born to realize they weren't.

It was not uncommon for the two of them to run into each other at night while tending to the babies. Agustín could not be trusted with little Isabela alone and Pepa was too tired to attend to Dolores, so Felix and Julieta took care of them. The first time was a painful blow, remembering all they had lost while holding in their arms the proof of what could have been.

Neither said anything, but both knew that the other had cried to sleep that night. The following times were torture mixed with blessing.

They didn't know when the agreement was created, but it seemed that while they were inside the nursery, holding, cooing, and rocking their daughters, the two allowed themselves to pretend, although never out loud, that they were living the life that was taken away from them, that dream of having a family together.

Of course, absolutely nothing ever happened between them, no kissing or touching or anything that would disrespect their respective marriages, but there was always a lingering longing in their eyes when they looked at each other, almost as intense as the wave of guilt that invaded them as soon as they left the room.

It was a dance that they danced for years, even when the girls grew up, when Luisa was born, and later when Camilo and Mirabel came into their lives. It didn't matter which baby was in the nursery, they would both take care of them with the love they couldn't offer the other.

And then...then Mirabel’s ceremony happened.

Alma once again showed how little she cared about her family compared to the image she sold to the town every day. She didn't even bother to find out if Mirabel was okay or how she was feeling, she simply asked Pepa to have a new child, to make sure the miracle was okay.

She didn't bother looking for Bruno, she didn't go to comfort her granddaughter, anything. She spoke of Mirabel as if she was a mistake in the chain, a weak link that could be replaced. Julieta's blood boiled when her sister agreed without hesitation.

Felix had been the one who had comforted her and he never agreed with the idea of fathering a child just to prove that a "miracle" that hurt them so much day after day was still alive. That's why it took Toñito so many years to come to the family... and not exactly in the way he should have.

Julieta still feels that terrible urge to cry or laugh hysterically, maybe both, when she thinks about how ironic it all was. In how unfair it was that, for years, she and Félix had kept their roles without complaint or reproach, regardless of their broken hearts, witnessing a false show in silence. But the only time they had dared to break that illusion, the only time they dared to be happy, to break that damned lie and surrender to the latent desire that had haunted them since they were young, they had ended up creating Antonio, and, in the case of Julieta, losing him.

As expected, her mother was furious, Pepa was devastated and Agustín simply looked at her with betrayal in his eyes. She could understand perfectly, she knew that she had crossed a line that she should never even have come close to, and neither she nor Felix tried to justify themselves, they knew that they had done something terrible and that they had to assume the consequences of their actions. The healer never thought that included losing her baby.

Alma had forced her to hide the pregnancy, she wouldn't allow her to leave the house, almost not even her room unless she had to cook. Her daughters wondered why their mother had locked herself away from everyone so suddenly and Mirabel even blamed herself for it. It broke her heart that she couldn't comfort them. Only Dolores knew the hell in which both her father and her aunt found themselves living.

Julieta supposed that in a way it made sense that the girl had noticed the tension between her and Felix even before Camilo was born, she was always good at things of love, and she had definitely known when her new little brother's heart had begun to beat inside her aunt's body. But she never thought that Lola would be okay with it. She had been taken by surprise when she found Dolores one night in her room, hugging her pillow as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Julieta had assumed that the girl would repeat the same insults that Pepa had yelled at her when she found out about her pregnancy and she had prepared herself for a new stab to the heart, but her niece had only looked at her with pain and asked why her grandmother hated her family so much and why she couldn't be her daughter like her half brother that was on the way. The healer hadn't known what to answer, so she only stayed with the girl in her arms all night. From that moment on, Dolores had become a kind of angel to her aunt, always by her side, taking care of her and supporting her in any way she could. But even she hadn't been prepared for that horrible night.

Antonio's birth had been terribly difficult, either because of her advanced age or because of the amount of stress and negative emotions that surrounded her, but whatever it was, Julieta had ended up too exhausted, almost on the verge of collapse, and with a bed flooded with her own blood. Evidently, Félix was forbidden to go near her during the pregnancy (although Lola had helped her father feel the baby on a few occasions, in exchange for being allowed to sleep with her aunt), and Pepa had taken it upon herself to send him to the other side of the town at the time her sister went into labor, and Agustín didn’t want to have anything to do with the baby, leaving her completely alone and helpless.

She supposed she must have been suspicious when her mother had taken her to her sister's room instead of hers to give birth. At the moment when Antonio was crying, Alma entered deathly silent, made sure that the baby was healthy and clean, without caring about the state of her own daughter, and when she was satisfied with the resemblance of the child to his father, she turned around and went out with her son in her arms, announcing him as Pepa's third son.

Neither she nor her sister had cared about the cries of pain or the pleas that had come wrenching from her soul. Simply, that baby was no longer hers, regardless of the fact that her life had been in danger and that she could have left her daughters without a mother to bring him into the world. The only times she was able to hold her child was to feed him, not even allowed near him until he was old enough to walk and approach her on his own.

The gasps of the people brought her back to reality just in time to watch Mirabel step out of the shadows. She hadn't even noticed that Antonio hadn't moved forward, and she was surprised to see him reach out his hand to the girl. Dolores didn't have to resort to her gift to know that her heart had raced the moment she saw her two youngest children walk hand in hand towards the door.

She could see her mother and sister's expression of ill-concealed hatred at seeing Mirabel walking Antonio, no doubt hating the reminder that they were siblings, not cousins, but it was Felix who really got her attention. By the time she looked at him, he already had his eyes locked on her and that same current of electricity washed over her like every time she locked eyes with him. She knew he was thinking and feeling the same thing: that they were in the wrong place, that they should be together, creating a dynasty.

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catgrandpa · 3 months ago

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Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.

Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.

Plot Removed.

Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!

Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.

Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.

Just a phone call.

In 5 hours.

…

Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.

Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.

Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.

Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.

It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.

This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-

Assess the situation.

A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.

Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.

Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.

No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.

Dragging claw marks.

Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.

A trail of dirt.

Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.

Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.

He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.

As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.

In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-

No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.

Hope only brings heartbreak.

What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.

Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.

Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.

Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.

“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.

Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.

“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.

“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”

Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-

“Robin!”

Robin jerks to a stop.

Tim reached out his hand.

“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”

Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?

Hope only brings heartbreak.

His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.

His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.

“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”

A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.

“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”

Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.

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