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[gamerbearmira]

Can we have more Cutthroat au content? Can you do one where it actually happens? You know like we read about what exactly happened if that makes sense

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I've been holding off on actually writing the event but uh. You know Imma finally do it. Hopefully I understood what you meant 😭😭

Disclaimer for attempted murder, blood and near death experience. And blood in the drawing. Be careful out there folks <\3

Eskitit

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She had only went to pick some flowers. That was all. Her abuela said she could, and she wasn't going to be long. Maybe she had wandered a little deep, but she knew the way back. She knew the woods, at least this part of it like the back of her hands.

Mirabel was squatting down, picking some marmalades; Isabela had taught her what they looked like. And she was so excited to show her that she had finally found some. Her wide eyes gleamed with joy as she placed them in the small basket she had brung with her. But before she could reach for more, she heard a distinctive snapping behind her. A twig or branch that had been stepped on. Then the crunching of grass and leaves.

She turned, half expecting to see a wild animal. But no. It was one of the villagers. A man she didn't quite recognize, though she had seen him in the square, at one of the stalls, and at her mamá's table. She breathed a sigh of relief, smiling. "¡Hola Señor!"

The man stumbled forward, and she finally got a good look at him. He looked angry. Like, really angry. More angry than when Abuela saw her door disappear. "¿Señor? Are you okay? What's-"

Mirabel then felt a tug on her arm. Someone had grabbed her arm, causing her to drop her basket. "H-Hey!" She turned, seeing another woman, maybe a bit older than her Tío Félix. She winced as the woman squeezed her wrist with a force that made her wince. Tears welled in her eyes, and she swore she could feel her small, fragile bones cracking under the force. "Y-Your hurting me! Please, let me go!" She pleaded.

"You...you're a curse on this village," the woman sneered. "A curse on your family."

Mirabel was crying now, and the woman dragged her closer to the man. "What are you saying! Let me go! Leave me alone!"

"The moment you didn't get a gift, you should've been thrown to the jaguars," the woman continued. The man had stayed silent the whole time. Mirabel fought with all her strength, mustering as much as she could for a smaller thsn average 5, almost 6 year ols.

"Please!" Mirabel sobbed, hiccuping. Her nose burned as her hand felt numb. Her adrenaline rushed and she turned to look at the man, who had gotten closer. She hadn't noticed it yet, but he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small, wodden thing. She didn't really know what it was until the man flicked it open, a sharp noise that was all too familiar ringing in the air.

Her eyes widened, and she struggled more. Her glasses flew off of her face, and the man stepped on them, not even acknowledging them. "Mamá! P-Papá!" She screamed, thrashing, but the woman held her down. Her face was twisted into one of such rage, Mirabel almost thought she was a devil of some sort. "Lola! ¡Ayúdame!"

"You can't escape this," the man said, using his free hand to cover Mirabel's mouth. The girl was running on terror and adrenaline. The man held the knife closer, trying to do something, something Mirabel knew and she knew it was bad.

An idea flashed in her mind, and she wasn't even sure if it woukd work. But she had to try.

Managed to shift her head, she bit down in the man's hand, with all the bite force she had, using all the fight she had in her. The man cried out, wincing before taking his hand away.

"You little brat!" He snapped and the woman turned her head, looking around frantically.

"Just do it already!" She yelled and Mirabel screamed again.

"¡Ayúdamé! ¡Ayúda-" Mirabel voice was cut off instantly.

She didn't actually know what happened first. Her vision went white and her hearing blank. Everything just stopped. She stopped. She could vaguely see the man and the woman looking somewhere she dropping everything and sprinting into another direction.

The adrenaline from trying to fight them off was wearing off. Her body convulsed as she felt a searinh, white hot pain, near her throat. She tried to screamed, but all that came out was strangled, gurgling sounds. She couldn't breath, not very well. She obviously couldn't really tell, but her lipps were losing color. She was losing color.

She turned to her side, her whole body aching all of the suddenly. Her body was screaming at her to move, she she couldn't. One hand was stuck beneath her, and the other was the one that had gone limp; she couldn't move it. She felt her eyes rolling back slightly, and she tried to keep them open but it was so hard.

When her vision somehwat refocused, as much as they could without her glasses, she saw her. Lulu. Luisa. Her hermana mayor. She stood there, her eyes wide. She held a hand out, amd Mirabel could sort of hear her own name coming from her mouth. Luisa rushed forward, collapsing in the grass.

Mirabel felt bad. She didn't want her older sister to cry. She hated it when she made them worry like that. She wanted to apologize, but once again, it was strangled, wet noises. She felt Luisa's strong hands hold her. Her sister was saying, yelling something, but Mirabel couldn't hear.

Mariano came into view. He looked just as horrified and scared as Luisa. He was only a few years older, so it made sense. Mirabel watched him tear his shirt, one she knew to be his favorite. He tore it like it was nothing, not even hesitating. He didn't wipe the tears from his eyes, instead holding something down to her neck. The pain grew and she felt her body flinch.

Then Dolores came into view, but only in the corner of her eye. She was gesturing for Luisa and Mariano to follow.

After that, darkness. Mirabel's vision blacked out before she opened thrm again. The blurry forma of them, they were moving, fast. Darkness. Then she opened them. Her head loled againat Luisa's arms and she saw Casita. Her hearing, clogged by something, something wet, was broken though. Thunder. Loud, earth shaking thunder. Then rain. Heavy rain. It was like a hurricane. Not like the small ones her tia made when she was upset, but one that seemed to be of a greater magnitude.

Then darkness again. Mirabel didn't open her eyes, but she held on. She was trying to, anyway. There was so many voices, so muvh noise, so much of everything. But she didn't move, she didn't do anything.

She saw a soft golden glow in the darkness. A figure emerged, looking worried. She recognized him from the painting in the hallway. Abuelo Pedro. He seemed to hover over her.

"It's not your time yet, nieta," he said, his voice a soothing, soft echo. "Your family needs you. Go back."

The last thing Mirabel saw was his hand covering her face, and the light began to fade as her family came into view.

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I gotta do more content mayne 😞 I do like this au, I just…don’t even know why I stopped. Not even because I got bored of it or lacked motivation. Just lack of ideas 💀💀

If you have more lemme know it’s spooky month so, why not make angst 💪💪

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WHAT UPPPP

Pedro finally meets his grandkids <3333

ESKITIT

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Pedro jumped into the river bed, letting his tail stretch out as he began his swim downstream.

As far as he tell, this river was where he felt the strongest merfolk magic, so it had to be his family! He couldn't think of any other person that it could be.

As he swam he could see the many houses that lined the side. He was surprised no one had noticed him yet; but that was a good thing. He didn't need people gawking at him when he had a family to find.

Pedro wasn't paying attention when suddenly something small rammed into him. He heard a small "oof" before a light thud. Blinking, he looked down and saw---

"Diego?" Pedro whispered as he looked at the small merely in front of him. Wait. No. Diego died. This boys tail looked a lot like his though, so maybe this was...

"Are you ok little one?" He carefully swam forward and set the boy up. He couldn't have been older than 2, maybe 3.

The boy blinked before beaming at him and hugging him. "Abuelo!"

Pedro froze. Abuelo? Was he Abuelo? No way...

"What's your name?" Pedro asked.

"Antonio Madrigal! I'm 2!" The boy smiled more.

Madrigal? No way...was this...his grandson? How did he recognize him? He had never seen him before...but wait! This meant Alma and his kids were alive!

"Antonio huh? Well, my name is Pe-" he was cut off when an voice called out.

"Antonio, come back! Tia Pepa is looking for you!" Pedro watched as another girl swam into view, a long turquoise tail attached to her. "There you are, I've been...looking...for you."

“…Hello.” Pedro said, holding Antonio. Antonio swam over to Mirabel, hugging her tightly.

“Mira! Look, Abuelo!” Antonio pointed to the elder merman, who was staring at them. Mirabel simply stared, gawking. She still stared even when she heard her siblings and cousins swim up behind them.

“Mira, Toñito, there you are! Mamá and Tía have been—oh my gosh.” Isabela interrupted herself as the 6 children looked at Pedro.

“Hola…uh…do any of you happen to know…Alma Madrigal? She’s my wife.” Pedro said. “The little one there said his name was Antonio Madrigal, and…my name is Pedro Madrigal so I thought that…um…”

Isabela swam foward a bit, moving to look at Pedro’s tail. It had looked exactly like the one in the photo from her Abuela’s.

“Abuelo?” Isabela said quietly, gasping a bit. Pedro simply nodded, assuming that all 6 of the kids shared the same last name. Suddenly he was slammed with six kids rushing into him, sending him down in the river bed as they all hugged him and bombarded him with questions.

“You’re alive?!”

“When did you get here?!”

“We’re you born a merman?!”

“Do you know Bisabuelo Diego?!”

Pedro chuckled before gently releasing himself from their hold. “Before I answer your question, I just want to know one thing—where’s your grandmother? Alma Madrigal?”

The grandkids (sans Antonio) all uncomfortable shifted, their fins dropping slightly. Pedro automatically assumed the the worst, and his face changed to one of shock.

“I-Is she…dead?” Pedro said with fear in his eyes and voice.

“No no! It’s just…well she’s not our grandmother any more.” Luisa said, spite lacing her voice near the end of her sentence.

“What? Why?!” Pedro ushered them to continue, swimming forward a bit more. “Did something happen?”

“We disowned her.” Camilo said bluntly.

“But why?” Pedro asked again.

“She saw Mirabel’s tail...and ours too,” Dolores gestured to their fins. “And called us sea devils.”

“…What?” Pedro paused. His wife did that to their own grandchildren? "She...called you all sea devils? No, no she wouldn't. I..."

"Well she did. And she still hasn't come back to apologize." Camilo explained.

Pedro let himself sink to the river bed, gripping the sand in his hands. If his wife, the love his life, though their grandchildren were sea devils...

What would she think of him?

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Kind of short, but I hope you like it! Pedro sees how his wife sees them <3 not the best thing to say when your husband is a merman haha

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