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adventuresbyjd · 1 year ago

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Everyone, I present to you one of the craziest and most fun things I’ve written- my Modern Spy AU for Encanto…

Code Word Chameleon

Present Day - New York City

It was a beautiful night for an art gallery opening. The Metropolitan Museum of Art was holding a private fundraiser and gala to celebrate the arrival of a rare painting that would be on exhibit for a limited time only. Monet’s Water Lilies, valued at over $80 million, was the main event. Those lucky/rich enough to get an invitation received a preview of the famous painting before it opened to the public. They rolled out the red carpet as the museum’s supporters and donors walked into the grand entryway. A limo pulled up to the steps. A middle-aged man and woman stepped out. The man wore a black suit and an orange and yellow tie to blend in, but the woman certainly wasn’t trying to blend in. She was wearing a brilliant orange and yellow ombre dress that sparkled when it caught the light just right. The two walked up the stairs, the woman turning heads as she walked arm-in-arm with the man. Her dress and his tie matched perfectly. At the top of the stairs, a man in a suit stopped them.

“Your names and your invitation, please,” the security guard said.

“Cameron and Miranda Montez,” the man said as he produced the invitation for himself and the woman on his arm. The security guard took their invitation and scanned a QR code on the back. His eyebrows knit together, confused.

“I’m sorry. I don’t see your name on the list.”

“That’s odd,” Cameron said. “We have to be on there.”

“Are you members of the Friends of the Met?”

“No, but we made a very generous donation,” Miranda insisted. “We gave this museum a significant amount of money because I wanted to see this painting in an intimate setting.”

“Let me scan the invitation again.” The guard scanned the invitation one more time. The screen on his tablet flickered, then confirmed that the invitation was genuine. His eyes widened when he saw the amount the couple donated to the museum. “My apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Montez. Please, go in.”

“Thank you,” Cameron said as he and Miranda walked into the foyer. After passing through a metal detector, both of them took a glass of champagne and started walking around the room.

“Comms check,” a voice said in their ears. “Camilo, Mirabel, can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Dolores,” Mirabel muttered under her breath.

“This must be what it’s like to hear everything,” Camilo said quietly.

“Nope,” Mirabel and Dolores said at the same time.

“Mamá and Antonio are on standby in case something goes south,” Dolores said from an unmarked van a block away. She was monitoring security cameras, looking for their mark.

“How is Antonio on standby?” Camilo whispered.

“He found a beehive three blocks away. Go silent. I’ll let you know if I see them. Happy hunting.”

Camilo looked at Mirabel. “I love being older than 21 on missions,” he thought. “I can do this without anyone getting mad.” He took a sip of champagne and smiled.

Mirabel rolled her eyes. “As long as you don’t get drunk, I don’t care,” she silently replied before taking a sip from her own glass. “Wow, the Met knows its champagne.”

“Considering how much money people spent to get in here, it better.”

“Any sign of our guy?”

“Nothing yet, but we’re barely halfway across the room. We haven’t even given you five minutes to get the attention of every man in the building. Whoever's trying to sell this painting will come over eventually.”

“I always did like this dress. If only I could be myself in it for once.”

The two of them walked together for a minute more before a specific song started playing. Camilo smiled. “It’s our song,” he said, holding his hand out to Mirabel. “Would you like to dance?”

“It would be my pleasure.” The two set their drinks down and walked onto the dance floor, which was pretty empty considering it was still the beginning of the event. They walked right into the middle of the floor, making sure that the light hit Mirabel’s dress perfectly. Camilo and Mirabel waltzed around the floor for a few minutes, Mirabel enjoying the turns and twirls that Camilo expertly led her into. They were dazzling the room as Mirabel’s dress sparkled and shone under the lights.

“I’m so glad you learned how to dance,” she thought as she smiled at Camilo.

Camilo returned the smile sadly. “Someone needed to cheer mamí up,” he replied. “Papí always danced with her.”

“Sorry. We can’t go down that road right now.”

“It’s never a bad thing to talk about papí. But right now, we’re coming to the end of the song. I’m gonna twirl you, dip you, and kiss you on the cheek, okay?”

Mirabel’s blink meant she was ready. With only a few measures to go, Camilo perfectly executed the move he told her about. When the song ended, the entire room applauded, both for the band and for Camilo and Mirabel. As they left the floor, a man approached them, three glasses of champagne in his hands.

“You must be Mr. and Mrs. Montez,” he said kindly as he handed them two of the glasses. “I’m Philip Rossiter, the host for this evening. You both are very talented.”

“It’s a lovely party so far, Mr. Rossiter, and thank you,” Mirabel said as she flashed a look at Camilo. This was their guy. “We were just talking about how beautiful this foyer is.”

“The Met takes great pride in both its artwork and architecture, Mrs. Montez. We here at the museum were blown away by your donation, especially considering you aren’t part of the Friends of the Museum. What made you decide to give such a generous gift to the museum?”

“We love Monet.”

“Well, she loves Monet,” Camilo said with a smirk. “I love her, and she asked me for this for her birthday after I dragged her to St. Kitts and Nevis for mine.”

“Saint Kitts and Nevis?” Philip said. “What a wonderful destination. The Caribbean is so beautiful.”

“If it hadn’t been during hurricane season and we didn’t have to evacuate forty hours into the trip, it would have been lovely,” Mirabel said, flashing Philip a dazzling smile.

“Well, I’d like to thank you for your generosity by giving you a private viewing before we open it to the rest of the group. Typically, we reserve this for the top donor inside the Friends of the Met, but your donation warrants special treatment. We’re going to announce you to be Friends of the Met once everything starts.”

“An honor we did not expect, but we will accept,” Camilo said as he raised his glass for a toast. “To the Met and Monet.”

“Hear, hear.” The three took a sip of their drinks before walking into the gallery where the painting was displayed. “We’ve been trying to get this painting here for years.”

“You must be very excited,” Camilo said before he took another drink. “Having a painting worth $80 million as part of your exhibits will bring in a lot of business.”

“Absolutely. It’s just brilliant. As the curator, I get to see the painting at my pleasure, which is also nice.”

“I’m sure you have extraordinary security here to make sure the painting is safe,” Mirabel noted as she also took a drink.

“Of course. We take great pride in our security measures, especially against those who would try to disrupt the integrity of the museum.” As Philip finished the sentence, Camilo’s vision went blurry for a split second. He blinked a couple of times and grabbed Mirabel’s hand.

“He spiked the champagne,” Camilo thought.

“I’m feeling it, too,” Mirabel replied silently.

The curator led them into the room where the painting should have been hanging. It was an empty room. Camilo’s vision was completely blurry now. “You should not have been so eager to get my attention. You are both excellent dancers. It’s a shame you won’t be giving an encore performance.” Two men appeared behind Camilo and Mirabel, holding guns against their backs. “Walk.”

“What’s happening in there?” Dolores’s voice rang out in Camilo’s ears before the man reached in and yanked the earpiece out. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it, hurting Dolores’s ears terribly. Mirabel received the same treatment.

“Who do you work for?” the curator asked. “If you tell me the truth right now, I’ll make it fast.”

“We’re Friends of the Met,” Camilo mumbled, barely able to stay conscious as he struggled to maintain his shift.

“Please, don’t do this,” Mirabel said. “We have a family.”

“So do I,” the curator said. “And we’re going to have a great life once I sell this painting.”

Camilo and Mirabel fell to the ground, the sedative taking full effect. As they blacked out, both of their bodies changed from a middle-aged couple to a couple of eighteen-year-old twins. Philip Rossiter’s eyes went wide as he looked at the two of them.

“I don’t know how they did that,” he said to his henchmen as he reached into his pocket and pressed a button. “But it doesn’t matter. Get them to the back of the house. We’ll dispose of them later.”

Every screen in the surveillance van went static. Dolores threw off her headphones and put in an earpiece before she sprinted out of the van and onto the street a block away from the museum entrance.

“Antonio, I need you at the service entrance!” Dolores ordered as she ran. “Mamá, they’ve been sedated and are being taken to the back. You have to get in there.”

“Got it,” Pepa said before picking up a tray of champagne glasses. “I’m in position.”

Pepa took a deep breath as she reached into the part of her mind that kept her powers under control. She mentally locked the door that had Félix, Julieta, Bruno, her mamá, and her children behind it and put on her game face. “Heading in.”

Pepa stepped into a room meant for employees only, her server’s uniform being the only thing granting her access. No one gave her a second look as she entered the room with ten people and five security guards.

“Ah, good,” Philip said as he entered the room like he hadn’t just sedated a couple of teenagers. “We can finally have our toast. What took you so long?”

“Lo siento, señor, lo siento,” Pepa said, not meeting his gaze as she passed out the champagne.

“What is your name?”

“Cristina, señor.”

“Well, Cristina, we speak English in this country. If you can’t speak English, I’ll find another server who can.”

Pepa nodded, trying like everything to keep the anger out of her face. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her English purposefully broken. “I try to speak English for you.”

“Thank you. Keep the champagne coming.”

As soon as the tray was empty, Pepa marched out to the kitchen again. “Dolores, if you don’t do something soon, I’m going to kill that man,” she mumbled under her breath as she poured more champagne.

“Don’t lose it, mamá!” Dolores said in her ear. “If you lose it, Camilo and Mirabel are dead.”

“I know. I’m trying.”

Outside, Dolores found Antonio standing at the service entrance. “Anything?”

Antonio shook his head, putting his hand out to stop Dolores. “Careful, I’ve got a bee’s nest surrounding me.”

“Thanks. What did you send in there?”

“A couple of bees. Sending the entire swarm would attract attention.”

“Good boy. What else?”

“They were going to use that van over there to get away.” Antonio pointed to an unmarked white van off in the distance. “A pigeon told me about it. It was really happy when I asked it to pop the tires. I guess pigeons think cars are loud.”

“You’re so good, Toñito.”

Antonio beamed at his oldest sister before his face fell. “Are Cami and Mira going to be okay?”

“They’ll be fine,” Dolores said, half trying to convince her little brother and half trying to convince herself. “They’ll be okay.”

#encanto #encanto au #encanto modern au #Encanto spy AU #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #buckle up because this will be a ride and a half

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margotquinsel · 2 years ago

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Modern Encanto au

Holiday chapter 2 The drive

"Are we there yet?"

"no"

"Are we there yet?"

"no"

"Are we there- "

"MIRABEL"

" OWWW, ISA HIT ME "

" NO I DIDNT"

" You did hit her Isa, I saw you"

" THATS BECAUSE YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE LUISA"

" Girls you're going to give your mother a headache.."

20 minutes in

"Pa what time is it?"

" Your Pa is sleeping Lu. Check your phone."

" Isa what time is it?"

"huh?"

"Mira whats the time?"

"Mister wolf"

"Mama?"

"check your phone Lu.. I'm not gonna say it again.."

"....."

A couple minutes later Agustin woke up clung onto his esposas arm and rested his head on her shoulder, then he got bored so he turned on the radio but of course they had to be playing Ed Sheeran, Agustin groaned when he realised who it was.. He decided to go on his phone to see if there was any celebrity drama or just any type of drama.

"Ugh" He groaned

" What's wrong? Is there no drama?" His esposa asked him.

In which he replied with,

"mhmm"

Julieta ruffled his hair during a red light and kissed the crown of his head.

" Mama, how long until we're there?" Mirabel asked

"Where? The airport?"

Mirabel nodded,

" About an hour, maybe more."

The car sat in silence for a while until Luisa finally spoke up,

" Why dont we play the alphabet game? Ehh the theme will beee.... Celebrities?"

"Pa will be good at that." Answered Mirabel,

" Oh, be quiet"

" Thats a great idea, I'll start. A.... Angelina Jolie.

"Ariana Grande."

"Hey! You knew I was gonna say that Mira! "

" Too bad.."

"Ugh, Anne Hathaway.."

"Alexa PenaVega"

" Who is that Pa?"

" She was in Spy Kids."

"Thats all?" " Yes"

"My turn...... Eh......Amanda Holden?"

" Now B, Bruno Mars,."

"Brad Pitt"

"Betty White"

"Britney Spears."

"Betty Boop."

"Thats not a celebrity, its a television personality."

" No one uses Television anymore."

"Now choose a celebrity."

"Bruce Willis."

50 minutes in

"Mama tell Isabela to get her head off me!"

"Mira she probably asleep."

"PA"

" What?" " Dont you dare take a picture!"

" I wasnt going too!"

Agustin did end up taking a picture and got into a big fight with Mirabel. Then Julieta got hungry so she drove in the Mcdonalds drive thru.

"Right what do you guys want?"

"Wrap of the day and banana milkshake."

"Chicken wrap"

"Nuggets."

"Chips please."

"Hello, could I please have a Wrap of the day, chicken wrap , 20 nuggets, chips, and 3 banana milkshakes and 2 chocolate milkshakes please, thank you."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Alright please make your way to the first window."

2 minutes later

" Ugh...Hurry up and move your car! Theres people wanting to order!" Groaned Julieta...

Finally after ages the car moved and they could now get their food.

2 hours 53 minutes later

" Are we there yet-"

"YES" Julieta and Agustin said.

#madrigal sisters #julieta #blue family #modern au #agustin #isabela #mirabel #luisa #encanto #holiday #encanto series #good father agustin #good mother julieta #Agustin Rojas #Julieta Rojas #rojas family

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ackerfics · 3 years ago

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lock — eren jaeger

— eren jaeger x female reader (modern au)

— content: implied smut, suggestive moments

— summary: a lock would have been nice.

— word count: 3.4k

— notes: surprise — a second birthday fic for eren !!! this is a little late tho bc i just made it heuhdej this was supposed to be a drabble but i overdid it again hhhhh this features the kids in the encanto au so if you're confused, that au can be found in my masterlist! this was fun to write bc i based this on one scene from modern family where the dunphy kids caught their parents on their anniversary (thank you to the anon who compelled me to finally watch that show, you are an angel!) hhfhruj enjoy, lovelies !! <33

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! masterlist

also, as usual, this is unedited :>>

Eren’s birthday is one of the celebrated events inside the Jaeger household.

You, as his wife, made sure to always remember it, given that you give him the best gifts on the planet. He deserves everything, knowing that he helps you earn money for the family by working under Levi’s established law firm. After the first few years of your marriage to him, he witnessed how you would get burnout as one of the local leaders in Shiganshina city. Being the loving husband that he is, Eren announced in your kitchen while helping prepare dinner (your eldest in his high chair, who was the perfect age for kindergarten at the time) that he would make use of his law degree. You nearly cried in happiness. The days when you bottled up your exhaustion came pouring and you could breathe easily after that.

And seeing as Eren did parenting the right way, his sons thought it’s the best idea to make him breakfast in bed.

“Okay, there’s only one rule in this kitchen when I’m in charge,” Aran Jaeger, the second eldest of the family, firmly stated with a spatula in his right hand, “never fight. Not on this day at least.”

Ezra, who just woke up because a pesky pest slammed his bedroom door open, groaned. His messed-up hair and unwashed face are a sight not meant for the weak of heart. He’s one of the people in this family who cleaned up nicely and if someone outside of this band of circus people sees him in this state, he’s going to be pissed off. Only a freshman in high school, Ezra earned the title of one of the popular students, mostly because of his dashing looks that can make a girl’s heart melt. He takes pride in inheriting all of your features but he doesn’t take pride in being related to little shits who ruin his sleep cycle.

“Couldn’t you guys pick a better time? This is too early for me. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t even complete your eight-hour sleep — we get it, Ez,” Caspian, the said pesky pest who barged into Ezra’s room at five-thirty in the morning, drawls. “Stop being such a prissy prince for once.”

Sometimes, Ezra just wishes he was an only child. It’s harsh but it’s a thought one gets when they live with one golden child and one special nutcase. Where does he fit with all this? Of course, the one who’s supposed to support his baby brothers. He doesn’t admit it but he cares about them. Ezra just shows his affection to his brothers in a completely different way — by criticizing them too much. He means well though. But there are times when he tackles Caspian to the floor or smacks the back of Aran’s head. He times it correctly so that you’re not there to witness it.

Ezra turns to Caspian. “Stop calling me a prissy prince, you little shit.”

The twelve-year-old boy picks up a bowl of berries. “Then stop acting like one.”

“You know, you’re the one making me lose my composure every damn time! Why not be a normal kid for once!”

“I am a normal kid!”

“I’m going to call you that once you stop watching those weird-ass documentaries about those fucking human evolutions you see on YouTube!”

Caspian gasps. “They’re not weird!”

“Yes, it is!” Ezra runs his hand through his hair, tousling it some more. Now, he looks like he was electrocuted. “Who in their right mind would imagine humans as tiles of flesh with a single eye and a slit for a mouth? No one!”

“It’s called having an imagination, Ez,” Caspian retorts haughtily. He looks like Eren when the latter wanted to join the military when he was the same age as the kid. “Clearly you don’t have one.”

“I’m being reasonable here. If only you watch some real documentaries on that site, then, I’ll stop.”

“Those are boring.”

“But they can get you to high school and if you’re lucky, maybe college!” Ezra slices the lettuce so aggressively that it echoes around the quiet first floor.

“You two,” Aran dangerously mutters, “please stop fighting.”

“Okay.”

The two boys follow.

They know not to mess with Aran, especially if he takes charge in the kitchen. Despite looking more like Eren, he inherited your sterner streak. His bone structure may be nearly their father’s copy but his attitude and demeanor is a hundred percent yours, which radiates in every single thing that he does. With both of the parents out of the house most of the day, Aran usually cooks and packs everyone’s lunch, including yours and Eren’s. He developed a love for cooking after waking up in the middle of the night to you cooking one of your cravings when you were pregnant with Caspian. Ever since then, he watched you in his high chair, sometimes handing you fruits and vegetables that weren’t even needed for the meals that you cook yet taking them appreciatively so as not to deflate his precious excitement.

Right now, he directs his brothers where the ingredients should go or how much they should add.

“Please, don’t put more than a pinch of salt, Cassie. We don’t want a repeat of last year’s Christmas.”

“Ez, stir it like this. Don’t overbeat the pancake batter.”

“Why are you adding fruits into the scrambled eggs, Cassie?”

“Just add a little bit more vinaigrette, Ez.”

The other two don’t even complain because they know not to ruin their dad’s breakfast. The last time Eren ate something of their own cooking, he missed a day of work because of food poisoning. Never again.

“Hey, Ran, the salad is ready to be plated—”

A thud upstairs cut Ezra off, the three boys now looking up the ceiling, each of them deciphering what’s the cause of the abrupt sound.

“Did that come from Mom and Dad’s room?” Caspian voices out their collective thoughts.

Another thud echoes through the silent house. Then, a groan. Their house is decent-sized and the walls are not that thin but when it’s the crack of dawn and everyone’s still in their beds, a small noise can still be heard. So, it’s not a surprise that the three hear it loud and clear.

Aran scrunches his nose in concern. “Did Dad fall from their bed?”

They stop their tasks to anticipate the next sound and true enough, a series of thuds follows soon after.

“Are they fighting there?” Caspian once again asks innocently. “That’s concerning.”

“Yeah, concerning,” Ezra trails off, having suspicions about the truth behind the sounds. He is in high school after all. He’s heard tons of stories revolving around that. He hopes that’s not the case here. His eyes are wide as he plates the salad while Aran still looks up at the ceiling with furrowed brows. “Don’t mind the noise. I’m sure it will stop,” Ezra drones with robotic movements. The noise continues the second he ends his sentence.

“I’m pretty sure it’s nothing to worry about,” Aran supplies with a reassuring half-smile at the youngest.

“Yeah, because if it is, then Dad’s birthday will be ruined,” Caspian pouts.

“Uh-huh,” Ezra agrees in that blank tone.

“What’s gotten into you?” Aran asks him.

Ezra looks up with raised eyebrows. “Nothing, nothing. Just worrying about my biology test next meeting.” There’s no biology test next meeting. He’s lying. His brothers are innocent and pure human beings. Sure, Aran is in his last year of middle school and Cassie’s a first-year middle schooler in the same school but they’re too sheltered in Ezra’s opinion. Sometimes, Ezra has to prevent them from watching R-rated movies or too graphic books. He likes his brothers oblivious. He wants it to stay that way. “Let’s just finish plating this up and we’re on our way upstairs. Cassie, get the bed tray.” Again, a thud makes his eye twitch. “I swear to God,” he murmurs.

Caspian, who’s never called Cassie by his eldest brother, stares at him in disbelief.

“Just get it, Cassie,” Aran coaxes.

The boy does what he’s told.

With a plate of scrambled eggs, a stack of fluffy pancakes, a bowl of salad, and fruits on the side, the trio of brothers go up the stairs. Aran is holding a pitcher of juice while Caspian holds two empty glasses at the back of the group. When they’re in front of their parents’ door, they all share a glance, two painted in excitement while one in wariness.

“Okay, on three, I’ll open the door and we’ll shout ‘Happy birthday, Dad’,” Aran instructs with a grin.

Caspian nods eagerly and adorably while Ezra grunts with a scowl.

“One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday, Dad—!”

It’s the most horrid thing they witnessed in their lifespan. The breakfast falls on the floor, followed by a cacophony of screams and shouts.

“Shit!”

“Eren, I told you to install a lock on the door!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I forgot!”

“Oh, my God! Cassie, cover your eyes!” Aran scrambles for the real baby of the family.

“I knew it! I should’ve told these two!” Ezra yells, heatedly pointing a figure at you and Eren, their naked parents.

“Disgusting!”

“I need bleach for my eyes and my mind. I think I’m traumatized now.” Ezra pulls on both of his brother’s arms, racing down the stairs.

“Were they wrestling?” Caspian asks. “Ooh, can I join them?”

“NO!” Both older brothers whirl to shout the syllable in Caspian’s face.

“Okay, geez, don’t get all so worked up.”

“Fuck, where are the keys to the car?” Ezra shuffles the number of keys in the tray by the front door.

“It’s not there?” Aran whispers, a shocked expression still on his face. Both of his hands firmly grip Caspian’s shoulders.

You hastily stand up from your shared bed, the sheet decently covering your body (you hope), before going out of the room. Your hair is a mess but you hardly care because your babies just caught you in the most embarrassing state of your lifetime — cowgirling your husband in the midst of a climax. Now, your face burns at the memory. And it’s not the type that fills you with butterflies. You ignore Eren’s call from your room, your body leaning forward on the handrail. You know he’s going to emerge from the door so you still plead, “Sweethearts, please let’s just talk about this! I think it’s about time we give you the lecture. Can you three listen to Mommy for one second and stop panicking?” You see Ezra madly grinning at the car keys in his hand, almost as if it’s a salvation from all the trauma he’s gained this morning. “Put down the car keys, Ezra!”

“I won’t!” Ezra replies, looking up at you from the first floor. “And I don’t think I’m calling you Mommy anymore! Who knows what kinky shit you and Dad are on about!” Oh, how he wants to erase his memory. He swears he can still hear his father’s voice saying, “Let’s bring in a girl this time, okay, Mommy?” He shudders in pure horror.

You groan and you feel Eren wrap a comforting arm around your waist. He presses his chest on your back, holding up the sheet from flashing your front to your children again. “It’s not what you think, kiddos! If you step out of this house, you’re going to regret it!”

“Don’t use that line on us, Dad!” Aran shouts. “We just saw Mom’s chest and you tell us that it’s not what we think?! Are you okay?! And what are you going to do, traumatize us some more?”

“I think they’re sumo wrestling.” Caspian looks at you and Eren with a bright glint in his eyes. “Aren’t you, Mom, Dad?”

Eren stops. “Uh—”

“Yeah, sumo wrestling to make another baby in this house!” Ezra sarcastically remarks. He opens the door and gestures his hand as if he’s the leader of a fire or earthquake drill, maybe even a captain in the military. “Go, go, go! Increase the pace, you two!” He narrows his eyes, making you wince. “Goodbye!”

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Caspian chases before the front door ultimately close.

The summary: you feel mortified. You slump and if Eren isn’t behind you to catch you buckling, you would be on the floor melting into a puddle of shame and regret. Well, you don’t regret giving Eren his first birthday gift (he always delivered despite you taking charge at first, no other explanation needed) but you definitely regret not thinking that you have three children who are nearing the awareness that adults do things in their spare time. You know Ezra thought about it at the first thud (even after years of being married to each other, Eren managed to retain his endurance and strength when it comes to making you feel loved) and that’s when you want to bury yourself in a hole, never to see the light of day again. You feel a kiss on your shoulder, lips trailing over your skin in reassurance. You almost calm down.

“Baby, relax, they’ll come back,” Eren whispers over the crook of your neck, his unbound hair tickling your cheek.

You hit his chest with the back of your hand. “You fucking idiot!”

“I know, I know. I should’ve installed a lock on our door.” Eren rubs his hands on your waist, trying to calm you down. He kisses your temple now, raining your cheeks with pecks a second after. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s partially my fault, too.”

“I don’t think I can face them.”

Eren hums against your hair, tightening his embrace around you. “They’re bound to get the talk — you know, how babies are made. I’m pretty sure Ezra even made out with a couple of his schoolmates. So I don’t know why he’s acting so hostile to us.”

You turn back to Eren. “That doesn’t help, Ren!”

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs in your ear. “I’ll stop. But what are we going to do with breakfast?” Eren looks at the mess in the master’s bedroom doorway. “The boys woke up early to make it.”

You sigh, leaning back and letting yourself indulge in Eren’s bear hug. “That’s what I feel guilty about the most. They made that for you, Rennie. I can’t believe I’m such an irresponsible parent to let that happen. They won’t see us the same again. My babies.”

Eren lowly chuckles and it stirs the butterflies to life again. “I’m more irresponsible. I told you, don’t blame yourself. We’re both at fault here.” He turns you around so that you two are face to face. You peer at him from under your eyelashes, your hair framing your face perfectly and cascading over your shoulders. Your hands are placed on his chest, urging him to pull you closer until there’s no visible line of space between the two of you. He kisses you on the crown of your head, forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally your lips, which he captures in a vigor that’s telling you his most earnest feelings through the years. When Eren pulls away, his lips still brush over yours as he utters, “They’ll come back — trust me. They love you so much to not look at you the same way again. It’s bound to happen, right? I once caught my mom and dad having sex and I know it’s not a nice experience. But, we raised amazing kids — they’ll come around.”

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

Eren lovingly smiles at you. “Of course. Their longest record of sulking is two days. And that’s when Caspian and I fought over that stupid hamster.”

“Hey, Carrot is a cute hamster.”

“Yeah, until he died when I installed the air conditioner in his room.”

“You still didn’t say sorry to him.”

Eren sighs, placing his forehead on yours. “I know but he forgave me eventually.”

“He was electrocuted, Eren.”

The man grimaces. “Not a good sight.”

You hum.

The grimace turns into a devilish grin. “So, should we continue, pretty girl? I really want a girl this time, you know?”

You blink at him for a couple of seconds before hitting his chest with your fists, to which he yelps. “Are you out of your mind?! Our kids just saw us in a very shameful position and you’re still turned on?! Eren, I swear to God, I hope you’re sleeping with one eye open tonight because I am livid right now.”

“Ouch, baby, that hurts! Baby, not my nipple!”

“Jaeger, repent for what we have done!”

“Why only me?! You mentioned we in that sentence.”

“Because you didn’t install the lock, that’s why!”

“I thought we’re way past that?”

“No, we’re not!”

“I know what we’re giving Dad for his birthday gift,” Caspian slurps on his milkshake.

Ezra brought them to the nearest restaurant. It’s the least he could do as the leader of their trio (based on age). The eldest looks up from his plate of waffles. “What?”

Even Aran looks confused.

Caspian wipes his mouth using a tissue. “A lock. They’re not really wrestling there, are they?”

Ezra feels his soul evaporating. His baby brother isn’t innocent anymore.

“They’re having sex—”

“Okay, Cassie, we know you're hungry,” Aran interjects, stuffing some bacon in the boy’s mouth.

“They saw us, Mikasa,” you whisper on the phone as if you’re conspiring with your best friend.

“Saw what?” Mikasa asks through the speaker.

“It’s Eren’s birthday—”

“Oh, tell him I said happy birthday.”

“Okay,” you take the phone from your ear, “Eren! Miki said happy birthday.”

“Tell her thank you!” Eren yells from the bathroom.

You place the phone to your ear. “You heard him.”

“Nice. So, what is this about someone seeing you two?”

You take a deep breath. “Ezra, Aran, and Caspian caught me giving Eren his first birthday present.”

There’s silence before you hear Mikasa cackling. It’s a pleasant sound because your friend never laughs out loud, except maybe at the misfortune of others. That’s when you know a joke is funny or a situation is hilarious when Mikasa belts out a full laugh from her diaphragm. You can hear Sasha in the background asking what her partner’s laughing about and you fight combusting because of embarrassment. You then hear Mikasa tell Sasha about the humiliating thing you experienced and now a pair of gleeful laughter greets your ears. You bury yourself back in the duvet.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you grumble.

“This is gold!” Mikasa laughs. “Oh, my God. Send my regards to them! Holy fuck, Eren outdid himself. I never thought that moment when he slipped on the ice and flashed everyone his ass would be replaced as the funniest memory in my head. And that shit was the funniest thing to this date!” Mikasa still giggles when you hear Eren get out of the bathroom.

“Mikasa?” Eren mouths.

You only nod and Eren throws his head back while letting out a chain of expletives that was more of a summoning spell with how fast he says them.

“Tell me if baby number four is on the way!”

“Miki!”

“Oh, I do hope it’s a girl.”

“Sasha, not you, too.”

And true enough, one month later, you’re staring at two lines in an accursed pregnancy test.

“Fuck you, Jaeger! Not another one!”

“Can you imagine,” Ezra casually says to his younger brothers, who are playing on his PlayStation, after hearing those words. “Kids my age have their children by accident and I’m here, about to be a big brother. Again. Maybe I should parade around the shopping center with the new baby and tell everyone from school that it’s my kid. I mean, it would be believable with my face.”

Aran slowly turns around and fixes Ezra with a look of pure concern. “Why? Just why?”

Ezra shrugs, tossing popcorn in his mouth.

Caspian aggressively pushes the buttons on his controller. “Hey, at least we can finally have a sister.”

“That would be cool.”

Aran smiles. “Yeah, it would be nice to have a little sister to be protective about.”

Ezra snickers. “Dibs on scaring her future boyfriends away.”

“Then I’ll take the role of the lunchbox maker.”

“I want to fight her bullies.”

Despite the traumatizing day that conceived their baby sibling, the three boys share a grin when they hear Eren whooping in your room. This is going to be one hell of a ride.

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calswildflcwer · 3 years ago

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Home For The Holidays

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader.

Warnings : Jealousy, anger, probably a few curse words

Plot : (Modern Au) You and Carlos had only met a few times. You had a deep online friendship as you were away for school and only came home to Encanto for the holidays. Your family had lived in Encanto a while but you only met Carlos a day before you moved away for school. However, the few times you’ve met and the sweet messages you have exchanged online have caused you to fall in love with the Madrigal boy; this sends him into a jealous rage due to you not telling him who you love and him having fallen in love with you aswell. What will he think when he finally finds out the truth?

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Request : yes / no

Info : I wrote this when I barely had any energy to write and was super tired so I’m sorry if it’s rubbish 🥺 Also, this is the request I decided to write to celebrate reaching 200 followers! 😇

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover, @belladonna271.

Carlos stared out of the window of his bedroom, his eyes glancing around at the falling snow outside of his window. His mamá was sure making it the perfect weather for this time of year. It was nearing Christmas, and Carlos felt excited, but he was also ill and his tias arepas hadn’t been helping.

Carlos wasn’t excited for Christmas, oh no, no no no, Carlos knew that his best friends school break for Christmas would be coming up soon, meaning that she would be coming home to Encanto for a few weeks before going back to the city in January for the remainder of the school year.

However, he was currently sick and wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to see you over your time here. His hands were clammy, his throat was clogged up, his chest felt tight and his stomach felt like it was in knots constantly. Whenever he went to grab his phone, his hands suddenly tensed up and he had to gulp hard. His illness seemed to all come down to you.

You’d been best friends with Carlos for around three years, but it was mostly online. You didn’t really know him during the time you lived in Encanto and only finally introduced yourself to the troublemaking boy a day before you were due to leave for school. You had a bad experience at the school in Encanto so you would be venturing to the city where your aunt lived and going to the same school as your cousins. You lived with your aunt during your school year.

You and Carlos spent a lot of time together the day before you left for school, to the point where you swapped numbers and added each other on social media. You stayed in contact through messages and social media, often falling asleep on FaceTime together and sending each other photos when something good happened. He often sent you photos of an angry Camilo after a good prank he pulled that had scared his golden boy counterpart.

But something inside of Carlos had changed recently, he’d obviously told you that he was ill but he had also become more distant, barely messaging you even though he knew you were coming home soon.

And you? You were so damn nervous. It was weird for you, you were never nervous when you were about to head back to your home. No, you were always excited. So, why were you currently pacing back and forth in your bedroom, your cousin sat at the desk watching you, a worried expression crossing her features.

“Okay, what’s got you so nervous?!” She finally snapped, worry flickering across her every feature as she watched you.

You took a deep breath followed by a sigh as you dropped down onto your bed, “I don’t know. I go home tomorrow for the holidays and I’m just so nervous.” You sighed.

“Is this because of that boy you’ve been texting? What’s his name again? Cameron or something?” She asked, furrowing her brows in thought.

“Carlos. His name’s Carlos.” You sighed before running a hand down your face, “The thing is, prima, he’s been ghosting me recently. You know, distancing himself and I don’t know. It’s weird and I hate it, I just want my Carlos back.” You blurted out, your hand flying to your mouth and your eyes wide.

Your Carlos? He was your Carlos? Did you own him? Did he belong to you? Was he your boyfriend? No, no no no and no. But, did you want him to be? Well… Yes.

Your cousin turned to you with wide eyes, a smirk resting along her features, “Your Carlos?” She questioned, taking in your nervous features once more. A gasp suddenly left the older girls lips, her own eyes were wide with shock, “You’re in love with him!” Wow, she clicked on fast. Damn.

You stared at her, thinking for a second before sighing and shaking your head. “No, we’re just friends.” You told her. Taking a final glance at your phone.

“But you want to be more.” Your cousin stated, matter of factly as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at you with a smirk.

You flopped back on your bed, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you closed your eyes.

She was right. You did want to be more. So much freaking more. But with the way Carlos seemed to be avoiding you, it seemed that you would end up becoming less. So. Much. Less. And that scared the crap out of you.

Carlos closed his eyes, trying to sleep as he ignored the beeping of his phone; letting him know he had a text notification. “Oh, it’s (name) again!” Camilo mumbled, leaning over and checking the notification that Carlos refused to check. “Why are you ignoring her? I thought you guys were best friends?” Camilo asked, laying on his back in the darkness. The cold wind whistling outside of their window being the only sound they could hear.

Carlos sighed, “I’m not ignoring her. I’m just… Avoiding her.” The troublemaker tried to reason.

Camilo’s brows furrowed as he stared up at the ceiling of their shared room, “What’s the difference?” The yellow chameleon asked, confusion evident in his voice. Carlos’ eyes widened

Shit! Think Carlos, think!

“Uh… I…” Carlos began before sighing in defeat. “I guess there isn’t one. Look, Camilo, I’m sick. And every time I think that I’m getting better, I see a text from her and suddenly it’s like my stomach is doing backflips and I get all sweaty and my hands become all clammy and I suddenly feel the urge to be sick all over again.” Carlos sighed, confiding in his twin brother.

He heard Camilo scoff from the bed just a little ways away from his, Carlos’ brows furrowed as he pulled his blankets up over his shoulder and turned his back to his brother, “Dude, you’re in love!” Camilo said those words as if it were a fact.

Now it was Carlos’ turn to scoff, “As if.” He spoke, shrugging it off.

Love? A simple four letter word. A word that seemed so foreign to Carlos. Sure, he’d heard his mamá tell his papá that she loved him and vice versa, and he’d hear his family tell him that they loved him but for him to have love for somebody outside of his family? For him to actually be in love? No. No, Carlos Madrigal didn’t fall in love. Sure, he flirted back and forth with girls, quite a few actually but… But come to think of it, he hadn’t flirted with any girls since meeting you. Nobody had ever fallen in love with Carlos, they were all after his bright smiling, kindhearted, loving, popular and sweet hermano gemelo. Carlos Madrigal wasn’t the kind of boy that people fell in love with, so why would you be any different?

Carlos tossed and turned that night, his brothers words ringing in his ears all night long;

You’re in love! You’re in love! You’re in love!

It was almost as if his own thoughts were mocking him, making fun of him because they knew that you would never love him back. That wouldn’t be right, would it?

You? A girl whose sweet demeanour deemed her an easy target. A girl who was bullied to the point where she pleaded with tear filled eyes for her mother to remove her from the school. A girl who found light and love in the smallest things. A girl who could light up the whole town of Encanto on one of the dullest days with just her smile. A girl who danced in the street with that one group of seven year olds and Mirabel whenever the band played the accordion for her. A girl who was amazing at cooking but always refused to help his tia in fear that she would screw up one of the woman’s remedies. A girl who put everybody else before herself. A girl…. a girl who would never look at Carlos like that.

The next day came too soon, your uncle was soon pulling into your parents driveway as you stared down at your phone, deciding to try Carlos one last time before you decided to go to casita in search for him.

Hey Carlito, hope you’re okay! I’m back in Encanto now, can’t wait to hang out again. Also, here’s some news, I’m in love with somebody! Xx

You hit send, that little bit of news would surely have him intrigued right? He’d want to know who this someone was, wouldn’t he? Of course, you wouldn’t tell him and would just leave him guessing but it’d definitely pique his interested, wouldn’t it? Yeah, yeah, you were sure it would.

You quickly put your phone away, climbing out of your uncles car and greeting your mamá and papá as they rushed from the house and threw their arms around you, happy that you were back home with them, even if it was just for a few weeks.

Carlos rolled over, a shiver suddenly going down his spine, quickly noticing that his blankets were no longer wrapped around him. His eyes flicked open, seeing Camilo holding the blankets and cocking an eyebrow, “You’re up late, hermano.” The yellow chameleon cocked an eyebrow, a smirk present on his features. Carlos scowled, reaching for his phone to check the time. However, his eyes wandered down to the notification on his lockscreen. He squinted at the bright light of his phone before shooting up in his bed, reading the words you had written. His eyes were wide, his breathing hitched in his throat, no, no, this couldn’t be true. You couldn’t be in love with somebody.

“Hermano, what’s wrong?” Camilo asked, expressing his worry as he sat on the edge of Carlos’ bed. Carlos’ throat had gone completely dry, he tried to talk but nothing came out, he turned his phone to Camilo who read the notification.

Camilo’s eyes widened, “Wait, I thought you said she hated everybody at her school.” Camilo asked, confusion evident in his features.

Carlos scoffed, “It’s probably not someone from her school. It’s probably some rich douchebag who lives in the same neighbourhood.” He snarled, folding his arms over his chest.

“Careful, hermano. You’re starting to sound jealous.” Camilo said, rising to his feet. “Mami says to hurry down for breakfast by the way.” He added, heading towards the door, leaving Carlos to drown in his jealousy.

Carlos watched the door close before scoffing, pfft, jealous? Him? No fucking way!

That was something Carlos didn’t get, he didn’t get jealous. Especially not over some stupid schoolgirl crush you happened to develop. No way, that wasn’t his style. Jealousy wasn’t his style.

However, he had to find out everything about this asshole and he had to put you off him, yeah! That’s what he’d do. Not as an act of jealousy but just as him looking out for his best friend. Yeah, of course. That’s right. He’ll go with that. Okay.

Carlos pulled on a pair of black jeans and a maroon sweater before styling his hair so part of it covered one eye like it usually did before sliding on his converse and heading down the stairs, heading towards the breakfast table out on the patio area of casita. “Feeling better, mijo?” His mother asked him as he placed his phone into his pocket.

“Si, mami. Much better.“ He nodded causing the worried look on her face to disappear and for the small drizzle she was causing to cease as he took his seat between Camilo and his papá before beginning to tuck into his arepa’s that his youngest brother had happily piled up onto a plate for him.

“Now, as you all know, today (name) (last name) returned to Encanto for the holidays. Her parents are good friends of the Madrigal’s and it is our job to give their daughter a warm welcome. She will be home for three weeks for the Christmas holidays before heading back to school in January.” His Abuela’s voice soon rang out, pulling his attention away from his phone under the table and turning it to his Abuela.

Everybody nodded along to the elders words, “Si Abuela.” The grandchildren nodded.

You finally escaped your parents babying as they got caught up in some kind of conversation with your aunt and uncle, you left your home and began walking the streets of Encanto. Staring down at your phone every now and again.

You stopped at the fountain, this was yours and Carlos’ usual meeting place. He soon approached you, his eyes darting around the local area; looking anywhere but at you. You folded your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow as an unimpressed expression crossed your features. “So, my messages deliver, they’re read but you don’t reply? Are you avoiding me, tonta?” You asked, your voice dry.

Carlos flinched slightly at your tone of voice and the insult you gave him but he quickly shook it off, “Lo siento, (name). I’ve been ill and haven’t had the energy to reply.” He mumbled.

Your expression softened slightly, “Why couldn’t you tell me that?! Or get one of your family members to tell me that?!” You asked, a sigh escaping your lips. “I’ve been scared that you didn’t want to be friends anymore.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry. Really, I am.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Wow, you really have been ill. Two apologies in the space of two minutes?” You smirked.

This caused Carlos to break into a smile, “Ay, shut up.” He chuckled, sitting on the ledge of the fountain beside you.

He was still avoiding your eyes but that feeling was back; the clammy hands, the tight chest, the knotted stomach, the dry throat.

He gulped slightly, “So, who’s the douch- Uh, the boy that you’re in love with?” Carlos asked you, staring at the floor as he did.

You shrugged, “Eh, it doesn’t matter.” You grinned.

Carlos’ eye twitched, it mattered! It damn well freaking mattered, it mattered to him.

“Come on, (name)! Tell me!” He mumbled, absentmindedly flicking the penknife in his jean pockets; open and closed, open and closed, open and closed.

You rolled your eyes, staring at him.

He looked super freaking cosy and warm right now, you just wanted to snuggle into his neck and have him hold you. The light snowflakes around you pouring delicately and covering the gorgeous town in a small layer of snow.

“He’s just some guy. He’s my age. His favourite colour is red. He’s become a good friend to me. He helps me out a lot and always takes my side during arguments with my family. He’s been there for me through some of my hardest times and I don’t even think he knows it. He… He’s perfect.” You shrugged slightly, turning your head back to the sky.

Carlos watched you, the snowflakes fell into your hair which effortlessly shaped your face, the small smile you wore as you watched the snowfall around you made his stomach do so many backflips that he almost felt sick. He swallowed hard, wetting his lips for a second, “A-are you sure it’s wise falling for some city boy? I mean, you’ll be coming back here after your school year finishes this year.” Carlos shrugged, trying to put you off the idea.

You thought for a second, not sparing him a glance as your next words tumbled from your mouth, “When did I say that he was a city boy?” You questioned, your eyes staring down at the thin layer of snow that was starting to settle on the ground.

Carlos swallowed, biting his lip as he watched you, god the idea of some other guy being able to kiss you and hold you and do all the things he wants to do made his blood boil, his hands curled into fists beside him as he eyed you. “What do you mean?” He questioned, eyeing you suspiciously.

You shrugged again, “The boy I love lives here.” Your mouth said the words before you could stop them once again. Carlos’ eyes widened but this went unnoticed by you as you kicked the snow with your feet.

“And you say he’s perfect?” He questioned, to which you nodded. That was when it dawned on him, there was only one person in the whole of Encanto that people described as perfect….

Camilo ‘señor perfecto’ Madrigal.

Carlos’ breath hitch inside of his throat, “I- I know who you love.” He mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours once again.

Your own eyes widened as you spun your head to stare at him, “Wh-what?!” You questioned.

He simply stood up, walking away, “C-Carlos! Where are you going?! What’re you doing?!” You tried calling out after him but he just continued to walk.

Carlos ignored your shouting, his hands still balled into fists down by his side as he stalked off to find his perfect twin brother.

“YOU!” Carlos snapped from across the street to where Camilo was entertaining a group of seven year olds.

Camilo waved the kids off quickly before turning to his brother, “What’s up, hermano?” He asked.

“You’re the one that (name) is in love with! How the fuck could you do this to me?!” Carlos snapped. Camilo paused, his eyes widening as he stepped back.

“Woah, woah, what are you talking about, Carlos?!” Camilo asked as he saw you rounding the corner behind Carlos.

You sprinted over, your hands on your knees as you caught your breath quickly, “Carlos, stop!” You called out.

He glanced over his shoulder at your disheveled appearance before grabbing Camilo and pushing him towards you, “Here he is! Here’s señor perfecto for you!” Carlos said.

He knew that his jealousy was getting the better of him, his face showing a scowl. His fists still curled into balls beside him. Camilo stared between you and Carlos before seeing a figure leaning on a wall behind you.

They were inspecting their nails, a bored expression on their face. She turned her head towards you, “Ugh!” She groaned, causing all three of you to turn your attention to the newcomer.

She lifted her head and stared at you, “Just tell him the damn truth, prima.” She told you, a bored expression crossing her features.

You shared a look with her, your eyes wide as you stared at the girl who was more like your best friend than your cousin. “Go on, you know you like him, (name). Tell him.” Your cousin sighed.

Your eyes frantically searched hers, “Yeah, go ahead! Tell him everything you’ve just told me, I’m sure señor perfecto would love to hear it!“ Carlos snapped, spinning on his heel and beginning to walk away.

“I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU!” You blurted out, stopping Carlos in his tracks. Your eyes were wide, your hand covered your mouth in shock.

Carlos turned to you, his brows furrowed, “Wh-what?” He asked you.

You stared at your cousin, she nodded at you, sending you a wink before turning to Camilo, “Andre is here by the way.” She told him, gesturing for him to walk with her to where her younger brother was.

Carlos stared at you, confusion crossing his features, you turned to him, letting out a sigh, “I was talking about you, Carlos.” You sighed, running a hand down your face.

He stared at you, approaching you as he did, “What do you mean?” He questioned.

You took a deep breath, taking his hands in yours as you did, you chewed the inside of your cheek as you thought about your next words, “I’m in love with you, Carlos Madrigal. You’re señor perfecto in my eyes, not Camilo. You’re the one who’s been there for me all this time and it’s just made me fall in love with you.” You sighed, staring into the boys eyes.

“Gross.” He snarled. You sighed, pulling your hands from his.

“Look, j-just forget I said anything.” You sighed.

Carlos lifted his hands, bringing them up to cup your cheeks as he leaned down to stare into your eyes, “I love you too.” He spoke honestly, padding his thumb across your cheeks. “You’re the reason I’ve been ill these past few weeks.” He added, staring into your eyes.

“What? You’ve been ill because of your feelings for me?” You almost laughed but held it back.

His cheeks flushed red but you put it down to the cold, he nodded a small laugh sounded in his throat, “Yeah.” He sighed. “Look, I’m really bad at the whole expressing feelings thing so I’m just gonna say it outright, I’m in love with you and the thought of you liking somebody else? Well, I guess it just brought my feelings of jealousy to the surface.” He sighed.

“So, that was your jealousy.” You laughed. He nodded, rubbing the nape of his neck slightly.

“Y-yeah, sorry.” He mumbled, a small laugh escaping his lips.

You eyed him before lifting your head, watching the snowfall get faster, that’s when you did the unthinkable. You grabbed Carlos by the scruff of his sweater and pulled him close to you, closing the small gap between the both of you and kissing him deeply, passionately.

Your hands found his hair, entangling your fingers within his curls as he gripped your waist and pulled you close.

The kiss was soft but rough due to his chapped lips. Gentle but passionate. Sweet but desperate.

The pair of you pulled away breathlessly, he rested his head against yours, closing his eyes slightly as a small smile graced your lips. He placed one last soft peck to your lips as he grinned down at you, staring into your eyes. The pair of you pulled apart when you heard your cousins and Camilo behind you, speaking at the same time;

“Ya era hora!”

(Translation: “It’s about time!”)

~ Hey angels! Here is the request I decided to write for a lil celebration of reaching 200 followers! 😇 Let me know what y’all think, sweeties! 😘 Sending all of y’all so much love, hugs and pizza, my angels! Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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roxyfoxgamer150 · 3 years ago

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instead of mirabel not getting a door in this Au,she gets a door but the door shows a small her in the middle (as a child) then different versions of her, suddenly theres a knocking on the other side of the door. and another mirabel is standing on the other side albeit older.

Oh my god hell yes.

IMAGINE IF THEY MET OBSERVER AND SCRAP BECAUSE IT'S A DOOR WHERE OTHER MIRABELS COULD BE IN-

—————

The Bels AU

When Mirabel grabbed her doorknob, her door appeared.

Everyone celebrated, but when Alma and the other parents looked at the door, confusion intensified.

There was Mirabel in the middle of the door, but many people where behind her, they guessed it the future version of Mirabel.

But it looked... wrong and right and the same time.

There were diferent versions behind her, one held her fists raised in a fighting stance with bandages.

One looked like a pirate, one held a kind of sword on her chest (Alma was shocked because it looked a lot like the sword that killed Pedro)

One held a tablet with glowing eyes, one had a candle and had a serious face, and one held her glasses up grinning (canon Mirabel)

But the most noticable one was the Mirabel on the top middle of the door, wearing a poncho and had glowing eyes, looking downright unsettling, much more creepy than Bruno's.

They were all happy and confused, until they heard a bang knock on the other side, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone went quiet, Mirabel thought it would be a good idea to open it without permission.

"Wait nieta don't-!"

The newly gifted one opened it right before an older Mirabel was about to knock on it.

The older Mirabel blinked.

"Ah- your gift kid?" The older one asked while smiling.

Mirabel nodded, everyone behind her were shocked and confused.

The older Mirabel told Dolores to cover her ears, and proceedes to yell behind her, "OI! I KNOW THE REASON WHY WE WERE TELEPORTED HERE!"

Multiple Mirabels looked to where the new door was at, some yelled and some groaned.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

"IS THAT A MINI-BEL!?"

"Thank god I was teleported away from my family for this." "You hate your family Observer" "Shut up Scrap."

"BEHIND HER YOU BUFFOONS!"

Apparently the whole family and the Encanto was still behind her.

The older Mirabel that greeted the recent one told her they would get a tour of her room/base.

Everyone was shocked but excited because it had a pool, a lab, a big living room, several guest bedrooms, several bathrooms, a massive kitchen ("MIRA DON'T YOU DARE SET THE MICROWAVE ON FIRE!" "BUT I'M AN ADULT???" "I DON'T CARE!") And more.

Modern!Mirabel pointed out that the room of Mirabel is 3 times larger than the wayne manor.

Observer Mirabel immediately knocked her out unconcious when she mentioned "wayne".

"WE DO NOT SPEAK OF CROSS OVERS, WE DON'T NEED A FUCKING CROSS OVER"

And the kid just learned a new word, yay!

Isabela looked excited when she saw a large garden, a few Mirabels chuckled when they saw her squealing happily when she summoned a new plant with her Mirabel.

Years later, it was now Antonio's Ceremony, Mirabel woke up and got dressed, but when she was about to open her door, Bruno!Mirabel tapped her shoulder.

"Uh- sorry to say this but er- you kinda have an undecided future like the rest of us." And proceeded to tell her to find the cracks.

"CRACKS!?"

"WHAT!?"

"Calm down Mira! I'm not sure because me and Bruno himself are two different people!"

The other Mirabels heard her, and was panicking because the same future was casted upon her. Again.

Observer Mirabel guided her on how to do the right actions so the fixed casita would happen.

"Why should YOU guide her!?" "Excuse me I watched the canon AU over and over again AND I READ EVERY. SINGLE. FANFICTION. THAT HAD DIFFERENT CHOICES!" "SO YOU ALSO WENT INTO THIS AU'S FUTURE?" "IDIOT I CAN GO THROUGH TIMELINES! OF COURSE I KNOW!"

Mirabel is like the canon, the only difference is that she got warned that there will be cracks later on. And the fact that the whole family's trauma was erased by a fraction, but it's still huge.

When she and Isabela dropped from the rooftop and was confronted by Abuela, something changed.

"I don't know why you weren't given a gift, but it is not an excuse to hurt this family!" Abuela yelled at Mirabel.

Mirabel began to cry, but she was grithing her teeth, while Isabela began to shrink on herself. Abuela was about to speak more when suddenly.

"FUCK YOU!"

All heads whipped to Mirabel, who stared at Abuela in unfiltered rage.

"You gave your family trauma Abuela, generational trauma."

"I get why you're scared of the candle dying Abuela, because it's from Pedro, but the fact you care about the candle and the Encanto more than your family's sanity is just full-on BULLSHIT! THE MIRACLE IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOU!"

A crack appeared below them.

The fall of casita happens, but Mirabel's door is the only one that survived, and it's opened, the magic of the door is gone, but not the magic of the room.

Abuela found Mirabel talking with a random Mirabel wearing a white pintuck shirt and black cargo pants with a back pack on her and a machete on her hip.

The canon scene happens, they rebuilt the casita with the help of the Mirabels.

Just as the picture was about to be taken, a random Mirabel suddenly becomes Pedro, some of the Mirabels throw her/him to the area just as it was about to be taken. (Reincarnation!Mirabel)

The picture can't be complete without a Pedro in it.

Sorry if it sucks lol- I'm rushing

#mirabel madrigal #encanto au #observer mirabel au #mirabel au #madrigal family #family madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years ago

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"my rose-colored boy"

summary:

— You, a successful and famous newscaster, were known for your rosy cheeks and bright smile. However, when the superstar Camilo Madrigal and you meet, he discovers that you were the opposite of what you are on tv. Will Camilo try to break through your pessimistic attitude or will you keep locking him out, hiding the true you?

genre:

— angst to fluff, aged up, & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— heavy cussing

a/n:

— heavily inspired by Paramore's song Rose-Colored Boy, I adore the mv so much and highly recommend watching it, enjoy !

Here it begins again, in front of this stupid mirror, over and over again for a decade. You gazed at your reflection. Your face was filled with too much make-up, heavy blush, and rose-red lipstick. Nevertheless, you looked lively and pretty. You blankly stared at yourself before taking one deep inhale, and a smile rises on your lips. A smile you're cursed to wear for years.

"[Name]? You're up, 5 minutes pronto"

A knock and voice disturb you from your thoughts. You dust off your overly red outfit and stood up from your seat as you left your dressing room. The noises of a busy network consume you as you start walking to your designated station. You take a seat and made yourself presentable in front of the cameras. A frowning man counts down behind the cameras and sends you the cue to be on air. In an instant, a beaming smile blinds the people sitting in front of their televisions at home.

"Good morning and this is Wake Up Encanto, where we deliver the most exciting and most trusted news in the entire nation. My name is [Name] [Surname] and you're watching live for today's latest news..."

As easy as clockwork, you say your overly spoken lines and deliver the details live on television for the entire country to see. Being the nation's favorite newscaster was...well, there's no perfect word to describe it. You've always wanted to be a famous news anchor, it was your childhood dream come to life, but why do you not feel the satisfaction of reaching your goal?

"Now, let's tune in to Zac Felicano for today's sports!"

You say with an unfaltering smile as you look over at your co-worker, Zac, a fellow newscaster. The guy was older than you and had more experience in the field, you two were merely friends but you felt like you and him can connect in some way.

"...We will see the winning team at the end of this season. And for the weather forecast today, let Thiago Ybarra take it away!"

Zac enthusiastically announces as the camera pans to your other co-worker, a meteorologist, Thiago. The man was around your age, just started five years ago. He was bursting with energy whenever the camera is on him as he tells the people about the weather, but you know too well he's different when the broadcast isn't on.

After a long run, it was finally the first commercial break. The atmosphere changes as the man behind the camera signals for you to move into the next part. Immediately, your, Zac, and Thiago's smiles drop to the ground revealing deadpan expressions. The three of you head into another area for today's guests to be interviewed. Zac groans.

"Ugh, who's is it this time?"

"Don't know. These celebrities coming over here are one inch away from driving me insane"

You told Zac. Thiago joins you two on the shared couch as the crew quickly made a few arrangements in the make-shift living room area for the interview. Every day, the producers of Wake Up Encanto would invite a celebrity or influencer to the show for an interview, something the folks at home apparently enjoy. A woman hands you your papers for the interview today but you bitterly looked at her and threw the papers away, scattering them in front of her face.

"No need. I've memorized the questions at this point"

You briefly say and let the poor woman pick up your script. Sooner, another cue was sent for the entire crew to get ready and invite the guest in. The three of you started adjusting your outfits and hair before turning into the camera. Again, the man behind it counts down and signals you that everything is live again. Your bright smile along with Zac and Thiago's, returned as the three of you looked into the camera.

"Hello and welcome back to Wake Up Encanto! You all know it's time for our daily interview with your favorite celebrity and influencer! Hmm, I wonder who is it this time?"

With feigned curiosity, you turn to Thiago who's the only one that had the clue about the guest today.

"I'm sure that you [Name], Zac, and everyone in the world has heard about this guy. He's charming and handsome, and he's got the dance moves that can make you all swoon. But he's best known for his outstanding talent in movies and theater, everyone give it up for Camilo Madrigal!"

Thiago announced and clapped. You and Zac copied the man's enthusiasm as you all clapped to welcome the guest. You watched as a tall man dressed in a bright yellow suit walks in with overly cheery music playing in the background as waved to you three and the camera. He winks with a dashing smile as he walks over to the vacant chair across from the newscasters, he keeps smiling and waving while he takes a seat.

Well, for it isn't Camilo Madrigal. A promising and talented actor that have won several Oscars at this point. The actor had the guts you can give him that, but the way his smile was ear to ear and acting like he had nothing to worry about the world irks you. Camilo was the rose-colored boy in the industry, always optimistic and encouraging others to look into the bright side. It annoyed you to the core. He thinks he can solve real-world conflicts with his stupid speeches and smiles.

"So, glad you can make it here Camilo, despite your busy schedule!"

"Ah, well, yes. I'm also happy to be here right now, Zac, as you can imagine"

Camilo replies and turns to the camera again, giving his signature grin. You bite back a curse as you meet his eyes.

"I can imagine. We've heard of your latest project, Mr. Madrigal. All of us, especially, your fans are dying to know what the project's all about"

"Ay, you can call me Camilo, no need for Mr.Madrigal and all that fancy stuff. We're all friends here aren't we?"

Barely, you fucking bastard

"Hahaha, of course, of course"

You faked a laugh as Camilo sends you an irritating grin. The entirety of the interview went well as expected. Although it seems like Camilo was too thrilled to be here, the toothy smile on his face never left as he kept sending jokes left and right. You can tell that Zac and Thiago are getting exhausted from laughing along as if his jokes weren't shit. Another irksome detail, you often caught the actor's eyes on you like he was watching you the entire interview. You don't have a clue why but Camilo was acting interested in you. Eventually, the interview ends as another commercial break commences.

As soon as the camera turns off, your smile dropped. You were surprised that you managed through the whole thing without twitching an eye. Zac takes off his glasses and massages his eyes while Thiago rises from the seat to stretch and groan. For some odd reason, Camilo hasn't left the area after the interview. Instead, he carefully walks over to you when your two co-workers left you alone.

"Hey"

"The hell do you want?"

You reply coldly, barely acknowledging the shocked look on Camilo's face, obviously not expecting you to be so harsh.

"Oh nothing, I'm just trying to strike a friendly conversation. It seems like you had a rough morning today, [Name]"

"I've been having a rough morning for a fucking decade Madrigal. And also, please don't call me by my first name, we ain't friends"

"Well, won't it be great if we are?"

Camilo asked, blatantly not interested in dropping the conversation. You were bewildered that he's immune to your brash attitude, which annoyed you to the max.

"No, we can't be friends and I don't want to. Can't you see that?"

"See what?"

"That we all can't be like you, Madrigal! I'm not gonna smile for you because I don't want to! Stop acting like every little thing is a joke"

"Hey, what's the problem-"

"[Name], dressing room, now"

One of the producers interrupts Camilo. You sighed and regained your composure, you turn to Camilo with a frown.

"This conversation is over, don't ever show your face to me again, you stupid rose-colored boy"

You say and left to head to your dressing room to prepare. Camilo stood there for a long moment, concerned about your well-being and thinking about a lot of questions.

Finally, the most tiring part of your day is over. You walk out of the building with Zac and Thiago, it was the end of your day at work and you felt like you just got hit by a truck. You always felt that way for years. You three reached into the parking lot, Zac nods at you goodbye including Thiago. You waved at them as you opened your car and got in the driver's seat. You waited for both Zac and Thiago's cars to drive away before fully letting go.

"Fucking shit"

You hiccuped and began sobbing while gripping the steering wheel. You were glad that you were able to make it to your car before breaking down, you would be so embarrassed if you cried in front of your co-workers. Your breath turned shallow as your chest grew tight and endless tears streamed down your cheeks. You lay your head down on the steering wheel and continued brawling.

Behind the scenes, when the cameras are off, and when the laughter is over, you're nothing but a half-empty girl who's afraid that if she laughed she'll choke. A girl who's forced to face her own problems alone. You were a promising newscaster, a dream come true but you wished you can take it all back. It was shit. You were miserable and faking smiles so you can deliver the fucking news for the people to see you, not knowing you're suffering.

You're beyond tired. Exhausted of people telling you to look into the bright side, maybe if you wanna go blind. You're so sick of people telling you to laugh it off or smile more, it was stupid like telling a man with a broken leg to walk. Whatever enthusiasm they have to offer wasn't gonna be enough to be okay. You wondered when will people stop looking at the world with rose-tinted glasses.

It felt like an hour when you stopped crying. You wiped away the mascara tears on your cheeks with baby wipes. You took deep breaths before starting the engine and driving your way back home.

Meanwhile, Camilo paces in his room, looking over at his enormous window that displayed the entire city. The moment he laid his eyes on you in the interview, he already knew something was going on. Your smile was beautiful but even if it reached your eyes, he can tell it was fake. He knew how to fake smiles, hell, he's an actor! He can fake a lot of behaviors which made him an expert on reading body language.

Camilo couldn't shake off the worrying feeling he experienced while talking to you for the first time. You were an absolute pessimistic, based on your replies to him. He wanted to know why you acted that way, why you were so different from the person people would always see on tv.

"She's so...distant. I can see it in her eyes she's hiding something"

"Camilo, you shouldn't be prying on other people's business even if you're genuinely concerned"

"I can't help it, Mirabel! She looked like she needed help but didn't know how to ask"

"Primo, I get it. You're all sunshine and butterflies, always wanting other people to be happy before yourself. But...but not everyone is going to be that way"

Camilo stopped pacing and deeply exhaled to his cousin, Mirabel on the phone. He knew she had a point.

"Not everyone is gonna be happy with one snap of a finger. Even if she's truly going through something, you shouldn't force your way into her life and try to fix it. It's her own battle that she needs to conquer"

"Fuck, you're right. Huh, I just never guessed a beautiful newscaster like her with a bright smile would be so...sad"

"Ey, así es la vida, primo"

Mirabel gently says before hanging up. Camilo tries to rest but his mind was infested with the thought of you. He wanted to see your real smile, not the smile he'd see on tv. He wanted to hear you laugh and just live your life. Camilo was aware that success and fame came with a cost, he guess that's what happened to you. If only there's a way, but he shouldn't, he really shouldn't. Maybe if he...

You were spacing out during your work. You merely lost composure on-air, Zac and Thiago were giving you concerned looks. When the first commercial break arrived, you hurried into your dressing room and shoved all of the items off the table. You angrily looked in front of the mirror and gripped your hair. You were reaching your limit, you can feel the hot tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You can't even tell who you really are anymore.

You wish to disappear or to cry a little bit longer. You have no idea how long you can take it, pretending to be happy when you're really not. Your lip quivered and your legs feel like it's gonna give up on you. Until a knock on the door was heard. Swiftly, you pull yourself together and wiped the tears away before they can fall. You gulped.

"Come in"

With that said, you hear the door open and close. You were expecting one of the producers to give you one of their shitty positive prep talks but when you turned you gasped.

"What the fuck? Camilo Madrigal?"

"Shhhhhh! Nobody knows I'm here"

"Oh, you fucking asshat-"

Camilo, impressively disguised as a regular assistant, placed a finger between his lips and shushed you. With a roll of your eyes, you glare at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you but I know you don't have the time to schedule a time for it"

"So, you decided to come to my workplace, may I add, disguised as an assistant, all because you want to fucking talk to me?"

"Look, I'm sorry. Don't worry, nobody suspected a thing. I am a great actor after all"

You let your composure crumble as you start to panic, walking in circles and gripping your hair. This had to be the last straw, everything was bad enough until this fucking moron decided to fuck it all over.

"You absolute idiot, you can get the both of us in trouble! I never wanted to see your face but no, you decided to be an impulsive fuckwad and do it your way!"

"[Name], calm down"

"Fuck off. All I want is to be left alone for one fucking moment! I've already been through enough!"

"He-hey your eyes are getting too dark now.."

You stop rambling and look at Camilo, who's deeply concerned for you. It catches you off guard as you chuckled.

"Oh boy, you ain't ever seen my mind"

Camilo frowns at your reply. He watched you walk to the corner of the room and sank down to the floor, completely downcast. He joins you.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't even know where to start"

"Hey, I'm all ears"

The actor was not expecting you to give in and open up to him, he patiently waited as you hugged your knees to your chest.

"I...I've always wanted to be a newscaster. When I was a kid, I'd fool around and pretend like I was telling the news in front of millions of people. My family said I was a natural"

"So...I decided to go study to be a professional newscaster. But when I graduated, my parents split up and it was the shittest day ever. I thought I would be fine because I met this guy and fell in love with him"

"He was really sweet when we got married but then all we do is argue all the time and cuss each other out from morning until evening. It took me almost a decade to finally file a divorce and just agreed we're never meant to be"

"But then an old friend decided to sue me for stealing shit and then I have to go to court and deal with it alone. After that, I have to go to therapy for everything. However, I quit because I finally get to be a newscaster after Wake Up Encanto accepted my application"

You paused, and you look over to see Camilo listening intently with patience. You almost blushed at how sympathetic he was being. You cleared your throat.

"I thought I was finally gonna be happy but no. In case you haven't known, this entire thing is bullshit and toxic. Ask Zac and Thiago. The producers are pure narcissistic assholes, putting us through shit"

"And then they'd go talk to us to give us some positive prep talk but never really cared. I just felt like I was stuck in the corner, if I lose this job I have nothing. I did what I had to do but at what cost?"

All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your figure as you freeze. Camilo pulls you into his arms, he slowly feels you hiccuping and succumbing to his open arms. He lets you cry on his shoulder, he hugs you tighter, letting you know that he's here for you. It was like that for a long while, it was an incredibly refreshing experience for you, to feel like someone has finally got your back.

"Thank you, Camilo"

"Don't mention it, you're a strong one, [Name]"

"God, I feel like I'm gonna fucking die if you didn't do this"

You laugh and pull away. Camilo smiles sweetly and wipes away your tears as he tried fixing your hair. It was weird, your chest felt light and it seemed like you can finally breathe. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door

"[Name], you're up, three minutes asap"

"You better go now, I'll sneak away somehow"

Camilo says as he helped you up to your feet. A wild idea spans in your head as you grab the actor by his shoulder.

"Hey, when you escape, watch the news later on tv"

"Hm? Why?"

"Trust me, just turn on your tv later"

The actor nodded but before he could leave you to pull him to give a grateful kiss on the cheek, he merely chokes on his saliva.

"Thanks again, my rose-colored boy"

You smile, truly this time. Camilo's heart comes to a halt as he sees the genuine smile on your face. Holy shit, is he falling in love? Eventually, he takes his leave when you both exited the dressing room. Before the news would air, you pulled Zac to whisper something to his ear.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Camilo made it home just in time to watch the news. He still couldn't get over what happened between you two in the dressing room but he was so glad that his plan worked. He looked at his tv as your face shows up on his screen.

"Hello and welcome back to Wake Up Encanto, where we deliver the most exciting and most trusted news in the entire nation. Including having the shittest and narcissistic producers in the whole country"

Camilo gasped as he held back a laugh when he heard someone gasping behind the camera too. Back in the studio, you bite back a grin when you saw the look of horror from the crew, especially the producers. Thiago was barely holding back a giggle.

"Just in my middle finger has finally showed up after years of sleeping. Ha! The guy has finally had the balls to show up!"

You slowly raise your middle finger, both flipping off the crew behind the camera and the audience at home. You smile wider.

"And let's head to Zac for some sports, oh wait, we have no sports because who fucking cares who won the game! We all know it's rigged! Hit it!"

Music started blaring and lights were flashing all over the studio. It turns out the entire broadcast was highjacked by Zac who's having the time of his life, cussing and not sitting in front of the camera. You stand up on top of the table and kicked the papers off of it. Thiago started dancing to the music as the entire crew of the Wake Up Encanto goes to shit knowing the entire thing was broadcasted live and there's no way they can save it now.

Camilo clutched his stomach from laughing so hard with tears in his eyes as he watched the pure chaos happening on his television. You were singing on top of the table, Thiago was dancing and Zac was cussing his lungs out. He knew you're gonna get fired for the stunt but from the carefree look on your face, he knew you couldn't care.

Out of nowhere, you pulled the camera close to your face with a chaotic smile on your lips. Camilo continued to watch.

"Hey! My rose-colored boy, if you're watching, how about we go out sometime, yeah? Great! I'll call you, mwah!"

You blew a kiss before the broadcast was entirely cut off. Camilo's mouth went agape, he chuckled as he ran a than through his hair with disbelief. Did you just fucking ask him out on a date while destroying the whole broadcast? Damn, you're something else.

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ironmariposa · 3 years ago

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My Encanto fics

Rainbow Kisses

Pepa knows all about Félix but he still manages to charm her into a dance.

Cracks

Sometimes kids hear things at school and repeat them. Especially when they’re confused. Pepa tries her best to help Camilo understand what family means and to comfort her heartbroken niece.

Madrigal Outcasts

Mirabel leaves after casita falls.

Outside the Rain

AU. The last thing Pepa expects is to spend Christmas with her ex.

If you can't dance (You can't do nothing for me)

There are two types of people. Those who can and those that are completely hopeless.

A New Door

When Mirabel is nine and a half a new door appears in Casita. When the adults are just as confused as the kids, Mirabel finds herself hoping it’s for her.

¡Feliz Cumpleaños Mirabel!

It’s Mirabels birthday so here’s some fluff of her getting spoiled as she so rightly deserves.

His Spitfire

Félix gets a moment alone with Pepa. Rated M

All is well

Tensions are high days before Antonio’s door ceremony.

Swimming Hole

The kids have a little relaxation & fun

Good Intentions

Casita doesn’t let her sneak a boy into her room until Félix comes along. Rated M

Say Something

Pepa celebrating multiple birthdays while falling in love with Félix. Rated M

Sound of Silence

Mirabel doesn't survive the fall of Casita. The after through the eyes of multiple characters.

Rainbows

Pepa learns who she’s going to marry and can’t keep it to herself

I’d walk a thousand miles (just to see you)

Julieta and Agustín come from different worlds. Can they hold on to what they find together

After Dusk

J/A smut drabble

Love on the Dance Floor

Pepa & Félix can not keep their hands off one another Modern AU

Don’t Let Me Down

Professors Pepa and Félix do NOT get along. Never have. Never will. Then one drunken night everything changes for them. Modern AU

Missing Scenes Series:

Gemelo

Mirabel tells “Dolores” she’s her favorite older cousin. Camilo doesn’t like that one bit.

Pillow Talk

Agustín & Julieta contemplate if they should take their daughter and leave the Encanto. Set after Julieta heals Mirabel’s hand and before morning breakfast.

Late night Chocolate Santafereño

Camilo and Mirabel have a talk after she sees the vision of Casita cracking

Mocoso

Isabela chases after Dolores after being told Mariano wants 5 kids

Madrigal Curse

Julieta asks Bruno not to have a vision after Mirabel’s door ceremony.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #félix x pepa #maribel madrigal #camillo madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta x agustin #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal

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madrigaljail · 5 months ago

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…they kissed on the corner of A1A and 21st streets, and Bruno was so happy and so distracted that for a moment he forgot he wasn’t just a guy out on a date with his gorgeous man. He didn’t notice the woman with the camera on the opposite corner.

For @madrigaydays prompt "kiss", which was last week. AKA that time celebrity!Bruno took his boyfriend to Miami, forgot he was famous, and they got outed. Modern!celebrity!AU!Bruno/transmac OC, here's a more thorough introduction to Eli.

#encanto fic #Bruno Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal/OMC #Bruno Madrigal x OMC #a perfect constellation #madrigaydays #kiss

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charlottethecuttest · 2 years ago

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There is Something Wrong With Mirabel (And I Need to Help Her) - Cap. 3

Ship: Isabela/Mirabel

Tags: Isabela and Mirabel are Cousins, Isabela and Mirabel are not sisters, Cousin incest, Incest, Past abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past rape/non-con, Past sexual abuse, Unplanned pregnancy, Implied/referenced abortion, Discussion of abortion, Mirabel Madrigal Needs Therapy, Mirabel Madrigal Needs a Hug, Author is Sleep Deprived, Sad with a happy ending, Alternate Universe-Modern Setting, Encanto AU, Lesbian Isabela Madrigal, Bisexual Mirabel Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal Needs a Hug, Protective Isabela Madrigal.

Warnings: Mentions of rape/non-con, Underage.

Synopsis: After the death of her father, Mirabel moves in with the family of her Aunt Julieta, her husband Agustín, and their daughters Isabela and Luisa. After some time, Isabela begins to realize that her cousin may be hiding something. And now she is determined to find out what it is.

Also posted on AO3

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Chapter 3: There is something about Bruno

Another two weeks went by. Mirabel seemed to be adjusting well. As well as possible, given the circumstances that made her move in with her aunt and uncle in the first place. Isabella, more than the others (perhaps because they shared a room) could see that some things seemed to be improving. The episodes in which Mirabel cut herself had diminished, at least apparently. Isabella had no way to monitor her cousin all the time; after all, she had her flower shop to run and Mirabel had to go to school. But while the two of them were at home, Isabela paid as much attention to the girl as she could.

The nightmares had also got better. They still occurred quite frequently, but Mirabel no longer woke up so disoriented. She knew where she was and didn't try to run away from her older cousin when he woke her up. But she never talked about what these nightmares were about. From the things she talked about in her sleep, Isabella suspected that maybe she had been abused in some way, but she had no idea how to approach the subject with Mirabel. In fact, she didn't even know if she should do that, or if it was better to wait for the teenager to say something about it on her own. They were not yet what you might call best friends, but Isabela could tell that her cousin was becoming more open. Slowly? Very slowly, but it was something.

And in the middle of all this, a new habit came up, which Isabela couldn't help but get a little cute. After the incident with the knife, every time Mirabel had some anxiety crisis and Isabela was near or was awakened during some nightmare, she would squeeze her cousin's hand until the crisis passed, or until she could calm down from the nightmare she had had. She still had problems with physical touch, but this was a start, even if she only did this with Isabella.

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"True."

"Ah, Isa, that's not funny." - Camilo complained.

"No fucking way I'm choosing a dare. Last time we played that game you made me walk down the street in my underwear." - Isabella replied crossing her arms and looking seriously at her cousin.

"Look at that, the little princess cussing. If Abuela or your parents hear that they won't like it one bit." - The boy replied with a mischievous grin - "and I must admit that was quite a sight. Who knows, maybe some other person here could use that idea again... if you have the courage to ask for a dare."

Isabela blushed a little at the comment, but tried to cover it up with a snort and showing her tongue to her cousin. They were playing truth or dare at Pepa and Felix's house. It was Antonio's fifth birthday that day, and the whole family had gone to Felix and Pepa's house to celebrate. As the party had been on a Friday, Isabella, Luisa and Mirabel (who went to the celebration almost dragged by Isabella, who still did not feel safe leaving the girl home alone for so many hours and had said that she had to "make up for lost time in which she had not interacted much with the rest of the family") were invited by Camilo and Dolores to have a slumber party. It was now late night, and in this round, it was Isabela's turn to ask Camilo for truth or dare.

"I'm not going to change my mind. I want truth." - Isabela said.

"Okay then..." - Camilo made an expression as if he was thinking very concentratedly about something, and then asked the question. - "How many guys have you kissed?"

Isabela didn't seem too surprised.

"Really, Camilo? What are we at, high school?"

"Well, I am." - Camilo answered as he shrugged.

"That's true, sometimes I forget that" - Isabela thought, giving herself a mental facepalm.

But the real problem was not that Isabela had found the question childish. Yes, it was childish, but the problem was the answer she would have to give. It was that she had never kissed anyone before. Except that no one there but Dolores knew that. She had even had a boyfriend while in high school, but it had only lasted a month and she had never felt comfortable enough to let him kiss her. And now she was a 21-year-old woman who had never kissed anyone. She was a little ashamed of that, after all, who at 21 hadn't kissed? And besides, she knew that everyone there (except maybe Mirabel, she had never talked about it with her cousin) had already done it.

But what bothered Isabella most was what that meant. She had never had a romantic relationship. Had she had a boyfriend in high school? Yes, but she didn't love him. He was very caring, considerate, and really liked her a lot. But the feeling was not reciprocated. She only agreed to date him because of peer pressure. They were the perfect couple, it would be crazy of her to say no to a boy like that. And she liked him, but as a friend. And after a month, she decided that it wasn't fair to do this to him and broke up with him. He was sad, of course, but he accepted it better than she expected. He had already realized that she was not happy there and accepted that they were just friends. And it worked. Even after years they still had a good friendship.

But Isabela needed to answer the question. She could simply lie. Everyone would believe almost any number she said. She was pretty, nice, and always had her share of boys and men wanting something with her. All of whom she had said no to. But she thought better of it and decided no. The worst that could happen would be that she would have to put up with Camilo making humorless little jokes for a few days.

"None." - She replied as if it was no big deal.

"Hmmm?" - Camilo, and everyone there but Dolores, made an expression of doubt and surprise.

"I've never kissed anyone."

"What do you mean? But didn't you date Mariano before Dolores?" - Camilo couldn't believe what he had heard.

"Yes, but we never did more than hold hands."

Camilo was now gaping at that.

"I can't believe it. But aren't you super old?"

"Hey!" - Exclaimed Dolores indignantly from the other side of the wheel.

"I'm 21 years old. Since when is that being super old?"

"Since you are six years older than me."

"Have you forgotten that I am the same age as her?" - Dolores spoke up again.

"No." - Camilo replied looking with a debauched face at his sister.

"But come to think of it..." - Luisa, who until then had remained quiet, began - "...I've never seen Isabela with any boy. They always ran after her but I never saw her give a damn about any of them." - She finished thoughtfully.

"Can we change the subject? Can we continue playing? Let's sleep? Eat? Do anything?" - Isabella asked, wanting at all costs to divert the conversation away from herself.

"No." - Camilo looked at her with that same debauched face.

"Yes we will." - Dolores interjected. - "I believe it's my turn to spin the bottle, right?"

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The next day, in the afternoon, Isabella had decided to take the day off. She was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book. Her parents had gone to the market, Luisa was at a friend's house to do a college project, and Mirabel was on the other couch in the living room, with a laptop on her lap. She had said something about needing to finish an assignment for school. The two spent some time like that, in silence, when Mirabel broke it

"Isa?"

"Hm?" - She answered without taking her eyes off the book she was holding.

"I... it's just a curiosity, but... if you don't want to answer, that's fine..."

Isabella put the book down and looked at her cousin.

"What? You can ask."

"It's about yesterday. Was it true?"

"True?"

"About..." - Mirabel paused for a few seconds, as if wondering if she was really going to ask that - "... you never having kissed anyone, even though you had a boyfriend."

"Ah, so that's what it's about. I figured it was something like that. But why this fear of asking me?" - Isabella wondered.

"It's true. Everything I said yesterday was true. I never did anything with Mariano. I never felt like it. He was a great boyfriend, but I could never be the girlfriend he wanted, I felt nothing but friendship for him, so I broke up with him. It was the best thing for both of us. Since we became friends, he started hanging out with Dolores and me, and then they started dating. She is the right person for him.

"I see." - That was all Mirabel answered at first.

A few minutes passed. Isabella returned to her book and Mirabel to her school work. Until Mirabel commented softly, more to herself than to Isabela.

"Sometimes it's better this way."

Isabela didn't quite understand.

"What did you say?"

"It's better never to have kissed anyone than to have already kissed them and it was bad."

"Yes, but they say the first time is always kind of bad. That kind of first time is usually not very good."

"Yeah."

Isabella noticed that her cousin had a rather... sad expression on her face? Distant? Like she was thinking about something bad? She couldn't quite decipher it.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Mirabel vehemently denied with her head.

"No, I've never...no. The boys don't even look at me. I don't think they even know I'm there."

"What do you mean they don't look at you?"

"I'm horrible." - Mirabel replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Isabella was shocked. Horrible? What did she mean? At that moment, she wanted to beat the crap out of whoever had put that kind of thing into her cousin's head. She was beautiful, how could she have the nerve to say that about herself?

"You're not horrible Mirabel. Did someone tell you that?"

Mirabel didn't answer and turned her gaze back to the laptop on her lap. She did that when she wanted to avoid answering something.

"Mirabel?" - Isabella called out, but to no avail, her cousin pretending not to hear her. She then sat down next to the younger girl and picked up her laptop.

"Hey! I need this!" - Mirabel tried to protest.

"I know. But first..." - She gently held the girl by the shoulders and made her turn to face her. Isabella knew that Mirabel didn't like to be touched and felt the girl tense up, but she felt that at that moment it was necessary. - "...Who told you that you are horrible?" Was it someone at school?"

"No."

"Mira..."

"My father."

This answer took Isabela by surprise.

"Your... father? Uncle Bruno?"

"Uhum."

Mirabel was still not looking at her, but at her own lap. He seemed to be embarrassed.

"Why would he say that?"

"I don't...I don't want to talk about it. Please." - the girl pleaded in a whiny voice, now looking at Isabella, and Isabella agreed.

Isabella returned her cousin's notebook and went back to her book, but she couldn't pay attention to anything she read anymore. She couldn't stop thinking about what Mirabel had said. Could it be that she wasn't taking it too seriously? But it was not normal for a father to say that his own daughter was horrible. She also remembered how uncomfortable she had felt when she had to interact with her uncle as a child. Could it be that somehow one thing had to do with the other? She decided that as soon as she had some time alone with her parents, or at least with her mother, she would ask some questions about Uncle Bruno.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 3 years ago

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR AND THE BLOG

ೃ⁀➷ABOUT ME AND THE BLOG

•Hana, 20, she/her,

•Pisces sun, Gemini rising, a February baby

•loves too many characters

•Haikyu!!, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, MHA, Encanto, Disney etc.

P.S: My native language isn't English so there may be grammatical errors or wrong pronounciations so a kind warning would be appreciated😇

P.S: DON'T SHARE OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, AND MY DEAR FOLLOWERS! IF YOU SEE THIS KIND OF SITUATION, PLEASE TELL ME!

ೃ⁀➷RULES AND WHAT I WON'T ACCEPT!

Any kind of phobia( ex: Homophobia, Islamaphobia etc...

Racism

Disrespectful people

Dark content reguests

Smut reguests ( I can write suggestive ones but I'm still new to writing this.)

Incest

Pedophilia

Yandere themes

Personalized requests

ೃ⁀➷WHAT I'LL ACCEPT!

Your own prompts

AUs

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive requests

Sensitive topics

For all genders

LGBTQ+ requests

ೃ⁀➷ANIME FANDOMS I'LL BE WRITING!

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Black Butler

Haikyu!

Attack On Titan

Other Disney Works

ೃ⁀➷ Not Anime Related Fandoms

Marvel

Stranger Things

Sandman

Avatar

Harry Potter

Shadow and Bone

Good Omens

ೃ⁀➷ Games

Call of Duty, Modern Warfare

The Last of Us

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Hogwarts Legacy

Hogwarts Mystery

ೃ⁀➷CURRENTLY ACCEPTING!

•headcanons, one-shots, fics and random thought/headcanons about your fav. characters

ೃ⁀➷LINKS AND TAGS!

• Masterlist

• nightmare's 100+ event (CLOSED)

• Summer Celebration (CLOSED)

• WIPs

• answering anons >>> I'll be answering asks

I don't own these characters, I only own my OC for Kny universe and what I write. All rights go to their creators.

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sexandthesuburbs · 3 years ago

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Electric blankets (and that their safety has seeming increased over time)

That I found a gas station yesterday that was easy to get on and off the highway so I didn’t run out of gas!

My night face wash makes my skin feel good 😊

That I treated myself to some fancy skincare products instead of buying the generic store brand

The people who have shared streaming passwords with us

To be alive

Seed catalogs full of beautiful flowers and plants

Paris

Kindness

Rainbows

My kid doesn’t get out of bed in the morning and instead shouts “it’s time to wake up!” when we get close to his door

Weekend breakfasts

Time and warm coats to run around in the cold

Having benefits again

That sometimes I can have beginners mind.

Getting up before everyone else

Getting chores done over the weekend

My kid going back to sleep after a too-early wake-up

The smell of burning leaves

Leaving work when it is still light out

Newspapers

Doing technical things and having them work

Listening to wind and rain on the house while being safe and cozy inside

Vanilla everything

Dreams

Soft blankets

Hugs

That I can choose peace in my actions

Having meaningful work to do

Having choice in life

Sourdough bread

The days are getting longer

Sweater dresses

Pain au chocolat from Trader Joe’s

That the government does some minimal work towards preventing monopolies so I got to experience a humane pharmacy worker at the one pharmacy in town instead of the rude and condescending customer service at the other pharmacy in town.

That I’m reading so many good books right now!

Station 11

Graphic novels

Snow pants

Friends

Family

Safety

Tofu!

Having a safe ride to work

The loving nature of my kid

My dad is here to celebrate another year.

That I’ve finally gotten in the habit of a skincare routine

That I planned ahead and haven’t had to get lunch from the cafeteria all week

People I love

Tiktok

Roasted garlic

Consignment sales

Encanto

Hanging with my kid all day

Garlic bread

That people are willing to buy their kids name brand clothing so I can buy them later

Cava

Being alive

Meetings unexpectedly canceled

Getting the wordle in 3 or 4 consistently for the past week

Tomorrow is Tuesday and my favorite podcast always has new episodes on Tuesdays

The elusive Shamrock Shake

My kid pretending to be a horse

Spring break

Modern medicine

Snow that doesn’t stick to the roads

Commiserating with coworkers

My therapist

That half the internet says “Nice” after the numbers 69 show up somewhere

I have sick days again

That I can give myself a day to feel ungrateful

That I only make myself exercise 10 min a day

That it’s Friday

Top Chef

Tastykakes

That it’s Saturday

Ted Lasso

The number of pizza places per capita where I live

That I did what I set out to do today around the house

That I am getting to do a course on the Bhagavad Gita

Daylight Savings Time

Ram Dass

Vegetables

Zoom

To do lists

Butternut squash in all forms

Having choices

No traffic

Dinner waiting when I got home

The trees outside my house

Corned beef

Misty rain

Things working out

A packed playground

Cheddar brats

Target

Being able to buy a lampshade instead of a whole new lamp

My kid’s alter ego, pain chocolat

Capers

Mango Lassi

Really fast slides

Fancy playgrounds

I need a running list of things I appreciate, I’m bumming myself out!

Appreciation List

My kid asking for “the bear in the sesame” when he wants to hear The Bare Necessities from The Jungle Book

I get to listen to all my favorite Disney songs again!

A really clear October afternoon

Being able to get away to go for a run in the afternoon.

Being able to run again.

Ted Lasso

Testing negative for covid

Running a meeting and finishing 1 minute early

Friday afternoons before a 3 day weekend

Having a work friend

Flipping through a catalog and imagining buying anything that catches my eye.

Trader Joe’s

Tacos for dinner

Having food to eat

Having a home to live in

People who make the world a better place

Each new day

Sending and receiving cards in the mail 💌

My kid also requests to hear “Singing in the Rain”

A perfectly ripe avocado

Public libraries

Marching bands

Clean water to drink

Taking a nap

Making chores more fun by listening to podcasts.

Chocolate

That my kid says “Oh phooey”

Pumpkins

Church rummage sales

Finally understanding what inner knowing feels like (in this one particular instance).

Blueberries

Legos

Books!

Abblasen

Kinetic sand

Puppies and kittens

Love

A perfectly ripe pear

Postsecret

Mini golf

Scalding hot showers

Hiking

A New York bagel with butter

Pizza

Local governments that invest in amenities that benefit all people.

Household appliances like washers and dryers and dishwashers that are small miracles

The way Billy Crudup’s character looks at Reese Witherspoon’s character in The Morning Show

Nurses

The way lilac leaves turn a red-purple from the edges in.

White chocolate

Wool blazers

Black watch tartan

Dresses

Well-made shoes

The way back machine

Fresh sheets

The combination of words, “leaf peeping”

Sunny days in the low 70s

Perfectly matched toddler outfits

Barbecue with South Carolina mustard bbq sauce

Tea in the evenings

School photos

Nude high heels

The Great British Bake Off

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