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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago

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It had to be you.

Guzmán x Reader

Request by anon: I love your writings, I was wondering if I could request a guzman x reader where lu constantly ambushes the reader cause she knows guzman is in love with the reader and then guzman and lu end up breaking up cause he finally chooses the reader. Something within those lines, hope it’s not so much of a hassle! Keep writing ❤️❤️

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Requests are open 🤍

“Guzmán, can you focus please?” Lu snaps her hand in front of him, “Or at least listen to me for a minute?”

“I’m sorry, but I have bigger things to worry about than your petty drama with your family,” Guzmán sighs, shaking a hand over his hair.

“Are you kidding me?” Lu scoffs, “So you ignore me all weekend and then you act like I’m a pain for talking to you about my life?” She reaches up and fixes the lapels of his jacket.

“I’ll talk to you later, Lu,” He pushes his hands away from her, grabbing his bag from where it was at his feet and hurrying to catch up with the person he’d been waiting for.

You’re walking down the corridor at a pace quick enough to just about make it to class in time.

“Hey, (Y/n), you doing okay?” He asks, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Oh, hey Guzmán,” You smile, “I’m okay, are you?”

“Good. Do you have my notes from Chemistry? I need them for first period,” He comments, slinging his bag over one shoulder.

“Yeah, shit, um, thank you for those. I really appreciate it,” You nod, grabbing them from your things and handing them back to him, “you’re a lifesaver.”

“Are you kidding?” He laughs, “It’s the least I could do.”

He steps aside to let you into the class first and follows close behind you. You two hadn’t ever spent much time together before recent times but you’d found something in him that you hadn’t expected. You’d always been at Las Encinas but tried your best to keep yourself out of the typical group in your year. That was until everything happened with Marina, and Guzmán went through the type of loss he could never prepare himself for. You, in fact, had some experience in the area - after losing your brother only two years before. When Guzmán had confided in you, you’d found it impossible to say no to him, he was like a completely different person.

“Hey, I was actually going to ask you,” He stops you yet again, scratching the back of his neck, “Are you free again tonight?”

“Yeah, sure, usual spot?” You smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“(Y/n)! Looks like you can get more conversation out of him than his own girlfriend can,” Lu speaks up, walking into the class with a smirk plastered across her face.

“We’re just talking Lu,” You sigh, setting down your books and sitting in your designated chair.

“And what could be so important that it’s got him so occupied at the minute?” Lu scoffs, “Because honey, I don’t think you’ve had much interest in your life for the past seventeen years.”

“Lu, stay out of it. This has nothing to do with you,” Guzmán snaps, glaring at her before offering you an apologetic smile.

“Nothing to do with me?” Lu laughs, “Fucking hell Guzmán, you’re spending more time with the fucking introvert than you are with your own girlfriend!”

“Lu, not now. I’m sorry (Y/n).”

You shake your head as means of dismissing his concern as he follows her back to their seats, ignoring her advances as she settles a hand on his thigh.

You’d never intended on getting close to Guzmán and getting in the way of his and Lu’s relationship - you’d never tried to flirt with him or cause any problems. But apparently that just came with association.

- - - - - -

As you’re leaving school that day, you’re stopped before you can reach the car, as Lu grabs your arm and turns you to face her.

“Okay, darling,” She beams, glancing over her shoulders before turning to you with a deathly glare, “What’s going on with you and Guzmán?”

“Nothing Lu, it’s nothing,” You sigh, trying to push her off.

“Nothing? Then what’s with all the secrecy? Why do I see you together all the time? You were never interested in stealing my boyfriend before.”

You push her hand off, “And I’m still not interested in stealing anything or anyone. Maybe you need to think about being there for your boyfriend and supporting him instead of concerning yourself in matters that don’t mean anything.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“And I think that’s the problem, darling,” You roll your eyes, walking the rest of the way to the car and leaving her stood with a vacant stare in your direction.

It was true. She was so caught up in you that she’d completely forgotten about Guzmán in this whole situation.

- - - - - -

“Alright, I got your favourite this time,” Guzmán grins as he climbs the ladder up to the top of the bell tower and sets down some cans of drink, “And... I got snacks too.”

“Wow, you treat me so well,” You joke, “Try not to eat all the pretzels this time though.”

He shuffles on the wooden floor to sit beside you and lean back against the bench behind your backs, “Hey, listen, I’m sorry about Lu.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” You shake your head, “It’s not your fault. And I can see why she’d be jealous, I guess.”

He scoffs, “I don’t think she can stand the idea of me spending any time with anybody but her. I don’t even remember the last time we had a real conversation, that wasn’t about her or school or some petty drama she wants to involve herself in.”

“But she cares about you, that’s at least something,” You point out, “And she’s attractive.”

Guzmán laughs, “I used to think that was enough, maybe it’s only recently that I’ve realised it isn’t.”

You sit in silence with him for a moment as you ponder the thought. You didn’t like the idea of him wanting to change his whole life based on the few months you’d spent knowing him. But damn did you love the idea of being the one who he loved.

“I really appreciate you being here for me recently, I guess I sort of threw all of this onto you,” Guzmán smiles sincerely.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, you’ve helped me just as much as I’ve helped you. Losing a sibling isn’t easy, and it’s even harder to go through that alone - whatever I can do to help you, you know that,” You assure him, “Besides, you always bring decent food.”

He chuckles, “A lot has changed in a few months, huh?”

“It doesn’t have to change much Guzmán. I know you’ve changed ever since you lost Marina, but Lu is there for you. She might not seem like it sometimes but it’s clear, even in her ambushing me, she does seriously care about you. She loves you, and she’s always there,” You point out, “There’s no reason why that should change.”

“No reason, yeah?” He smirks a little, “If you say so (Y/l/n).”

- - - - - -

The following day, you’re once again minding your own business at school. You’d spent the morning with Nadia revising for an exam and were now sat by one of the window seats reading up on some literature for class.

“Spending the evening with my boyfriend and you seriously want to tell me that nothing’s going on?” Lu’s voice sounds loud and clear from across the corridor, “You bitch!”

You glance up and set the book aside, sighing as you turn to focus on her.

“Who do you think you are? Walking around like you’re so innocent, so nice - when really all you want to do is to take what’s mine.”

“That’s not what’s happening Lu, even though I know it looks that way. I get it. But that’s not the case,” You shake your head, “Guzmán... he just needs help, support.”

“And you don’t think I can give that to him?”

“No, not at all. I think you’re more than capable. But sometimes you need to speak to someone who gets it, who’s been through it. And that’s what it’s like for us - you dont know what it feels like to lose someone like that Lu.”

She looks down at her feet, “I think in the process of you being his knight in shining armour, he’s started realising he doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did.”

“I don’t know if that’s the case, or if it ever will be. But you’re playing a game that I don’t want to play. I never wanted to get between you and Guzmán, I never meant for any of this. I’m sorry Lu, but I was just being a good friend to him - anything that changed with you two wasn’t my doing.”

You collect your things and step past her, heading down the corridor quickly to avoid the stares in your direction. You’re only stopped as Guzman’s hand holds your arm.

“Hey, what’s going on? Everything okay?” He frowns, glancing momentarily at the people around, “Why’s everybody staring at you?”

“I’m sorry Guzmán, I cant do this anymore. I’m not getting involved in your whole whatever-this-is between you and Lu. Helping you out wasn’t supposed to destroy your relationship in the process, and it certainly wasn’t meant to make me your girlfriend’s worst enemy,” You shake your head, “I’m sorry but I can’t do it.”

You pull away from him and leave him dumbfounded in the middle of the corridor, swallowing the lump in his throat as he watches you walk away. God, that was never his intention. He’d just found someone in you that listened, that understood, that engaged with him when he spoke about Marina. Amongst that, he’d found someone that he’d always been missing when he saw you. He found someone funny, honest, caring, intelligent, and so certain of her future that she near enough convinced him that he could be successful too. He didn’t want to hurt Lu. But the pull he felt towards you was too powerful to ignore.

“Lu,” He quickly blurts out as he sees her storming past, “I think we need to talk.”

- - - - - -

“Well, I think this is the most we’ve spoken in a long time,” Lu scoffs as she sits down beside him on the bench, “Do you want to explain yourself Guzmán?”

“You need to stop being so harsh on (Y/n), none of this is her fault.”

“None of this? None of her spending every day with my boyfriend behind my back and knowing more about him than I do at the minute?” She scoffs, “Don’t act like she’s so innocent.”

“It’s not like that Lu,” Guzmán tuts, “She’s... she’s been there for me.”

“And I’m not?”

“No, no, you are. But (Y/n)... she understands. She can sympathise and relate to how I’ve been feeling. She’s helped me deal with losing Marina in a much better way than I would’ve done.”

“I don’t get it Guzmán. You barely spoke to the girl before this.”

“Exactly! I mean she’s been at school with us for years but it felt like I barely knew her. There’s so much more to her than I’d ever expected,” Guzmán smiles fondly, “She’s complex and sh-“

“I get the idea,” Lu rolls her eyes, “Why couldn’t you just tell me?”

Guzmán pauses. Why didn’t he just tell her? Tell her that he was seeking help, that he was doing it for the right reasons. He could’ve explained himself and explained that they were just friends. Instead, he sat here now with every intention of ending things with Lu.

“You like her, don’t you?” Lu states, “I know that look, it’s the same one you used to give me.”

“I never meant for any of this Lu,” Guzmán shakes his head, “But I’m different when I’m around (Y/n)... I can’t explain it but I like who I am when I’m with her.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, it’s the same way I feel about you. And deep down I know you’ve never felt that way with me.”

“Lu...”

“Go, go and find her. We both know you want to.”

- - - - - -

You weren’t exactly sure why you’d come back to the bell tower, maybe because you partially hoped that Guzmán would still find you here. It was a weird mix of hoping to never get involved in his life again and also wanting nothing more than for what Lu said to be true.

Just then, you hear the sound of the hatch opening as Guzmán ascends the ladder and pushes himself up.

“Hey,” He says in relief as he sees you, “I hoped you’d be here.”

“Did you bring food?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “I have to talk to you (Y/n).”

You shuffle to make room for him beside you as he sits down, both of you silent as you look out at the sun in preparation to set.

“I spoke to Lu,” He states after some time, “I think we both needed to clear up a few things.”

“Yeah? Are you two back to being okay now?”

“Not exactly,” He laughs, “Or maybe just a different definition of okay.”

You look at him and frown, trying to keep composure as your heart ran at double speed.

“I never meant for any of this, and I certainly never meant to hurt Lu in the process. When I first spoke to you about Marina, it was because you’d been the first person to come up to me at school and tell me you were there if I needed to talk - and I believed you. When we first met here, it was because I wanted to know how you’d managed to cope with that feeling that was still so new to me. I was terrified of never being able to really deal with losing her, and you made it seem so clear.”

You swallow thickly.

“Somewhere, along the way, I found someone in you that went deeper than just how supportive you’d been. You were so much more than I’d ever seen,” He smiles and lets out a little chuckle, “You’ve made me some sort of romantic, clearly.”

“Guzmán...” You sigh, “I can’t get in the way of you and Lu. You know what she’s like.”

“Right, I do. And I know when I spoke to her today, it was like we’d both come to the same realisation. I needed to find you to realise the way that I’d never feel about her,” He shakes his head, “You make everything seem clearer (Y/n).”

You smile a little as he reaches over for your hand.

“There was never a choice to make (Y/n).”

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indiguus · 4 years ago

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Escort AU

"You can see if you're really into it," Maddie suggested.

"And be treated like a prince," Chim added like an expert on the subject.

"It can take the pressure off when you eventually meet someone," Hen chimed in.

"If Athena asks, I have no idea what they –" Bobby paused glancing over the others "– are talking about."

Buck knew his family would be supportive. But he didn't think they would propose hiring a professional to address his nervousness of having sex with men. Or that he would readily agree.

Never would Buck have imagined falling head over heel with an escort.

#911edit #buddie #buddieedit #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Oliver Stark #Ryan Guzman #buddie au #evanbuckleyedit #eddiediazedit #dailybuck #eddiediazdaily #dailyeddiediaz #meus #those emergency gays #fanfics #drabble #100 words exactly

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casitafallz-a · 3 years ago

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Decay AU | Lest the rot lingers P1

Isabela knew she had to be perfect. No complaints, no imperfections to her outward disposition. She was what her Abuela needed her to be. For the family. For the Encanto. That should be a pride of place.

She knew this was a heavy burden to carry but someone had to. Like the responsibility laid upon her mother’s shoulders for her work, Isabela knew this was her time to take her part to move the family forwards again.

She had to make it work with Mariano no matter what; he was everything Abuela wanted for her and Isabela couldn’t disagree with the fact he was a gentleman and certainly respectful but he had far too much loving passion than what she could reciprocate. He was a good friend and she liked him, but…it was never more than that. She didn’t love him but in a few months, she knew a proposal would be expected.

Marriage would be swift after that because why wait?

Well, it was few months. She could be ready for that, right?

Isabela walked quietly as she padded up the steps towards her room. Her shoulders relaxing as she no longer needed to put up a show inside with the door shut.

“Why not a year… another year...” She muttered to herself. A lot could happen in a year…if the proposal could wait just a little longer…maybe Mariano could get swayed by another woman. Then for certain, the fault would not be onto her. She’d still be innocent and perfect. “ugh…” she hated that train of thought. No Mariano didn’t deserve that.

“Why can’t Mariano be someone I liked…” Isabela blanched as she turned the corner to see Mirabel standing in the doorway. The newly-15 year old’s eyes were wide with alarm but that was enough for an indication; she had heard every single word she had just been muttering.

¡Mierda!

“You don’t want to marry him!” Mirabel realised with a gasp, finally breaking the second-long staring competition with a finger-point to add to it but the panic was quick to set into Isabela’s gut. Fearful that Abuela was around...that she could hear her.

She couldn’t… she couldn’t have this. Couldn’t have Mirabel getting involved. She could already see the mess of her life already burning around her…

“Oh Isa, you should have just said!” Mirabel’s shoulders relaxed, stepping closer. “I know it’s a serious thing but—“

“It’s nothing.” Isabela rebuked, forcing herself to remain calm despite the growing panic that someone outside her own head knew. She should have waited until she was in the safety of her own room; where she knew for certain no one, aside from Dolores, would hear. “I’m fine.”

Mirabel blinked. “Isa, you shouldn’t marry that big, dumb hunk if you don’t love him.”

Isabela straightened her back. “Mirabel, stay out of this and go away.”

“Oh, come on!”

“No. This has nothing to do with you. This is my choice. Say nothing and there’s no problem” Isabela hoped for once Mirabel would listen. It was a small simple thing she was asking of her. Just…drop it, walk away and say nothing. How hard was that?

“You can’t be serious, Isa.” Mirabel scoffed, “Don’t marry him for the sake of it. Abuela does care about your happiness.”

Frustration balled up tightly, and she could feel her flowers turn a dark violet. “Mirabel.” She warned, “Just. Drop. It.”

Mirabel’s law snapped shut to a deep frown. “Fine.”

Isabela’s eyes narrowed. As much as that would could have been comforting, Mirabel’s body language was tense and looking like a deer ready to bolt. Her hands were raised up towards her chest and her body was angled away and her eyes flickered about in quick searching and calculation.

“No you don’t!” Isabela reacted as Mirabel broke to speed quickly, her hand shooting vines that grabbed her sister by the wrist and tugged her back from the steps, the vines wrapping tightly and quickly stopped her from going much further before she began to let it creep a little.

“Isabela!” Mirabel cried out in alarm, “Let me go!”

“No! You don’t get to make that call for me!” Isabela thundered, threading veins into the gaps of the floor tiles to stop as Casita tried to get involved with its tiles trying to shift either one away, pulling Mirabel’s hand away

“I just… I just want you to be happy!”

“I will be! Why don’t you listen to what I’ve said?!”

“Isa, please!” Mirabel begged as the vines created up, wrapping around her arms and down her chest, holding her in a tense grip, shoving her into the nearest surface with a heavy thud—not realising it was Luisa’s door— to keep her slipping free. She couldn’t have her tell Abuela how she truly felt.

“Will you just stop?!” Isabela snapped, her eyes glaring at her little sister with unbridled rage burst from her dam of compartmentalisation finally seeping in, tunnelling her vision as the heat flooded her veins and pulse pumped through her hears that seemed to mute a lot of the outside world.

“You need to stop getting involved into things you don’t understand! I don’t want your help! I don’t need your help! I don’t need you mucking up my life any more than you have done because this isn’t about you!”

As she spoke, the vines began to tighten around Mirabel’s ribs.

“I have an image to maintain! This family and Encanto relies on the family’s gifts. Abuela needs this marriage to work and I need to make sure nothing gets in the way of that!” Her chest raged with each breath, flowers and prickled thorns began to spread across the vines as she thundered. She didn’t even notice them forming on the tightly wrapped vines around Mirabel’s arm and chest.

Mirabel wheezed for breath, her other hand clawing at the vines. Droplets of red from uncovered skin from the thorns as they continued to tighten and dig in. “I…Isa!”

“I can’t have you running off and telling! Abuela wants me married and I will make sure she gets that! I’m sick and tired of your interference! Like you always do! You’ll ruin this family in your stupid, futile attempts to help! I’ve had enough!”

“ISABELA THAT’S ENOUGH!”

It was the voice and the sudden of Abuela that startled her mostly before she was sharply yanked away by the huge hand of Luisa that Isabela found herself almost winded as she was shoved hard into the support pole of the balcony and heavily sunk to the ground as she tried to suck in air as low pain tingled down her spine from the shove’s impact.

Blood pounded in her ears but ahead, she could see Luisa easily ripping away the vines from their little sister before Mirabel’s hurried rasps for breath reached her ears.

“It’s okay, take a huge breath in. Luisa, go get your mouther” Abuela’s voice was calm, her hands coming to Mirabel’s shoulder and arm as a support. Mirabel’s face was pale and hazy in expression, gripping tightly onto Abuela’s arm in a shaking grasp and that’s when Isabela began to notice the blood from small punctures decorating her arms and her white, embroided shirt…the thorned vine remains decorating the tiled floor.

Then…Isabela realised that… she had been hurting Mirabel.

No, Isabela could see it was worse than that by Mirabel’s demeanour alone.

She had been killing her.

The vines…too tight. Dios Mios….She felt sick to her stomach at that, frozen in the spot on the floor.

“Mirabel!” Julieta’s voice echoed before the teal seemed to descend into her, already shoving an Aprea into Mirabel’s mouth before the girl could get a word out but it looked to take the girl a second to catch up and start chewing.

“Take her inside, Julieta.” Abuela spoke, handing Mirabel fully off to their mother who led Mirabel quickly to the nursery, her tone cool but even Isabela could feel the anger in her Abuela’s voice…

Isabela could feel the icy terror in her gut before she found herself to her feet, adrenaline kicking in as Abuela’s gaze turned to her. She had never seen her Abuela this furious before… not once. Not even when she had knocked over Abuelo’s painting when she was 8 with Luisa…

This was different. Fury and disappointment that only grew as Abuela spared a glance to her hands, where Mirabel’s blood had decorated them to back at her.

And all of it was directed at her.

Isabela didn’t even wait before she turned and fled to her room… knowing sooner or later she was going to face this.

Face Abuela.

#isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #encanto au #encanto #drabble #decay au #injury tw #decay isabela #decay madrigals #decay julieta #decay alma #decay luisa #decay mirabel #blood tw #mariano guzman #decay mariano #alma madrigal

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shuinami · 3 years ago

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Can we get either a drabble or some art of Dolores in Mariano's hoodie 🥹🥹🥹 (love your work so much!)

'Yours, Mine, Ours'

"You said you don't like wearing hoodies,"

"Hm."

Doused in moonlight, Dolores grooved to the tune flowing around their living-room.

Blushing and half as covered as she was, Mariano admired his beloved from the couch. Dolores was wearing hardly anything other than a hoodie - his. It was endearingly big on her; excessive material scrunched up by her arms, the cuffs grazed her acrylics.

"But you're always taking mine,"

With a guilty giggle, Dolores fluttered her fingers in his direction. Mariano ditched his glass of wine and was swaying with her in no time, bumper to bumper, indulging.

"Should I put on something else?"

Dolores looked back at him, taking the opportunity to catch his lips with hers.

"Mmm, maybe you should take this off, instead."

#I always gotta make it a little spicy #likkle kick of pepper ygm #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #encanto #encanto drabble #doloriano #encanto modern au #shui fic

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naoko-world · 3 years ago

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I wasn't feeling well...So instead to kill myself I simply wrote a drabble where the Madrigals are killing people because they killed Bruno.

Sorry it's so far from the fluff I usually write!

Enjoy! I already posted it on Ao3 here

Warning : Blood and violence

657 words

Didn't proofread it for once

The Madrigals' Vendetta

Synopsis: Julieta discovers Bruno dead in his vision cave, killed by a townsperson. Thus, the entire family decides to apply their revenge on the townspeople.

Julieta knew something wasn't right when she saw that townsperson run outside Casita. She had almost missed the red paint on her hands, making her wonder if he helped Bruno make one of his paintings.

It wasn't paint.

When going up to see her brother and asking for news, she saw Bruno lying on his back, eyes opened with horror, a knife in his chest, blood leaking from the opening. Seeing this she couldn't help but stare in horror, realising what happened.

Then, she ran to the kitchen to grab some arepas, before coming back in the vision cave to try to reanimate her brother. It was too late though, he was dead and she couldn't do anything about death.

When her family joined her, curious about her whereabouts, they all gasped in horror in front of the body. Some, like Mirabel, Dolores and Luisa, ran to Julieta's side to cry while some others, like Pepa, Isabela and Alma, were turning mad. This was illustrated by thunder we could hear outside, which Félix didn't bother taking care of by comforting his wife. Agustín quickly hid Antonio behind the vision cave door so he wouldn't see the body.

Pepa finally asked Julieta "Who did this?"

"The Rodriguez's son. I saw him leave Casita with hands full of blood."

"That boy..." said Alma with a voice full of grief and anger. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day he'd attack a Madrigal."

"Maybe he doesn't view him as a Madrigal", suggested Mirabel.

Nobody said anything else then, but they were thinking the same thing. None of the townspeople probably view him as a Madrigal. They were always so rude to him, complaining for each bad vision he had, talking about him as a harbinger of disasters. It barely changed after Casita's fall. Now, one had killed him because of that lack of respect for him.

The next thing Julieta knew she was in town with her family, minus Antonio, and they were punishing the townspeople for what one of them did to Bruno.

While Julieta was healing her family when they happened to be hurt, Pepa was unleashing lightning and hurricanes on the community.

Her daughters, Isabela and Mirabel, were united to grow sundews to attack people, as well as other plants, and vines to catch their foes and send them flying.

Her last daughter, Luisa, had the help of Dolores and Camilo to beat the townspeople to death. Dolores was listening to spot one, then Camilo was shapeshifting into one of its relatives to bring it to Luisa, who then killed it.

While Alma was keeping Antonio company, Félix and Agustín went to fetch Mariano to bring it into a safe space and explain the situation to him.

When the family came back to Casita, they were finishing their explanations in the living room. The poor guy only watched them with round eyes, obviously not really knowing how to react. With a smile, Dolores approached him while reassuring him "I can still hear your mother, she's alive. Your Abuela too."

"Oh good!" he answered with a sigh of relief.

Alma left Antonio to go out and talk to the community members left. She told them, out loud so nobody would miss it "Consider it a warning! One of you killed my son, so we collectively punished you by killing most of you. For now, please know we Madrigals first serve our family members. We let you take advantage of our gifts, but in return you must show respect to each one of us, even those you don't like. And be careful, Antonio can talk to animals and tell us if one of you lacks respect toward our family."

Then, with a scary grin Julieta only rarely saw her showing, she clarified "We'll continue helping you, of course. Now you'll simply be aware you can be punished for attacking one of us."

Finally, she came back inside Casita.

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applesap-fics · 3 years ago

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Day 3 - Tragedy

T, 629 words, Bruno Madrigal & Señora Guzmán

Juliet stabbed herself with frightening precision. Her actress no doubt had practiced endlessly in rehearsals as well as her own bedroom. She collapsed over the body of the handsome Romeo. In doing so, she sealed her final declaration of love, burning this moment onto the minds of the audience for the rest of their lifetimes. What few flowers remained wilted at Juliet’s last breath, bleeding red petals down her altar like an open vein. The play had neared its conclusion. Their fool's errand thwarted by youthful naivete.

What a show. All wept. A truly masterful production from the creative minds of the young Madrigals — with some help from the older generations who enjoyed performing Shakespeare just as much and screamed at the opportunity to present the play to all of the Encanto. They might have worked on the play for five-and-a-half months, but really, it’d been forty years in the making.

Bruno wore many hats: co-director next to Mirabel as well as writer and head of casting. With how few Madrigals there’d been back in the day, the four of them — though mostly just the triplets, as they needed an audience of at least one — used to bear the weight of multiple roles, so after he tentatively rejoined the family and got to know all of them like he’d never been gone, Bruno knew exactly what to do with them.

Camilo was limited to two speaking roles. He made the character of Friar Lawrence so cool it offended padre Flores, weirdly familiar in the black robes he pulled over his open floral shirt, sharing the role of the apothecary. Camilo fought over the temperamental Mercutio and won from Isabela, who made do as a spectacular Juliet next to Luisa's dashing Romeo. For a hot second, Mariano was considered a good candidate for the lead role too, well-spoken enough and incredibly handsome to boot, but his poetic talents didn’t translate well to stage for this particular tragedy and his soft lyricism kinda turned Romeo into a dumb oaf rather than a tragic hero. So, prfft, he had to go.

Every so often señora Guzmán playfully reminded Bruno that Mariano had other creative talents and could be put to good use as a male lead in another play too. Or perhaps as the pianist for this one? Oh, she would never suggest he replace Agustín, but if it was possible they could include an intermission or a duet…?

‘Oh, yeah. Maybe for one of the comedies next time,’ Bruno said a tad too friendly. He knew he’d said something wrong by the extreme pout on her face; she hadn’t liked that at all.

All jokes aside, somewhat knowing she was a lover of the arts, Bruno hoped she loved the play just as much as he did. She sat next to him. Chedi (Bruno called her Chedi) had been unfortunate enough that she had purchased the seat next to his, hoping for a better view of the stage.

"Y’know," Bruno whispered conversationally to her with a smile on his face, leaning to his right, "it kinda has an extra layer of tragedy to it, don’t you think? With the- with the actors being both girls and also sisters —"

The señora glanced at him as though he’d grown two heads. "I don't care.”

"Okay." Bruno shut up.

"And it's rude to speak through a performance."

"Sa’rry."

As they watched the final scene, Camilo-as-Friar-Lawrence rounding up the story, they sat in silence once more.

“...”

He couldn’t let go of the thought. Now that the play was finalized he felt the itch to write something else. Something new.

Pressing his brows together, Bruno pouted and tapped a finger on his lip. “...I think I should do more sodomy.”

“For the love of god please shut up.”

#encanto #encantober #bruno madrigal #senora guzman #drabble status: FAILED #chedi is the nickname for mercedes which is what madrigaljail called senora guzman #i love her my opera loving fake ass grandma #warning for an incest joke

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Decay AU | A slight lease of life.

Mirabel’s eyes watched curiously as Isabela wandered. It wasn’t vacant wandering but had a slight pattern of weaving through the courtyard banisters with her lulo juice, stop and face the door out then do the whole loop again.

Unusual behavior; sort of like how a puppy waits for it’s owner. It wasn’t hard to figure out; she was waiting for someone to take her out of Casita. Mirabel cocked her head though quickly reconsidered her thought; this was exactly like how a puppy would act.

It was funny but… also kind of sad.

Isabela looked bored and as a social butterfly herself, Mirabel understood the urge to want to leave. To be around people, at least she did. Isabela was more or less an introvert at this point… it was sad to think of all the friends her sister had lost.

It gave her a pang in her chest.

Her eyes followed as Isabela walked away with her empty glass, back to the kitchen before she padded softly down the steps, edging towards the doorway.

Was she nervous?

Yes.

She could feel the upkeep pace of her heart in her chest but she didn’t want to listen to it. She had to start somewhere with her sister… even if Isabela was ignoring her and… also keeping her distance. Mirabel wasn’t stupid and despite Abuela’s assurance; nothing between her and Isabela was right. The family was broken… they needed to heal… that had to start with her? Right?

“You can stop staring at me.” Isabela’s voice called, echoing in the empty space.

Mirabel jumped a little but forced herself to step inwards; a part of her suddenly very aware that…this was the first time in two months that they were alone together.

“Sorry.” Mirabel apologized, her eyes seeking to see Isabela beside the cold room’s doorway, putting away a fresh jug of juice. “I just… wanted to see you.”

Isabela’s hand paused at the handle as she went to close it. “You…see me at breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”

Mirabel shrugged, anxiously wiping her sweaty hands onto her skirt. “I know… that’s not what I meant.”

Isabela didn’t reply, just picked up her glass and leaned back onto the side, and idly sipped it.

“So…” Mirabel tried again, “Did… Tio and Tia talk about decorations for Antonio’s ceremony next week?”

Isabela shrugged, “Not properly. I…plan to do some mock ups for them first before Abuela approves or disproves them most likely.”

There was a sour undertone that made Mirabel wince a little. Yes, Abuela. The restraint of her sister’s gift was… hard. Not just for Isabela but she knew Abuela wanted Isa to keep things basic. Basic was safe in her eyes and…Mirabel wanted to agree with that but… where was the fun in that? Mirabel had heard from Luisa and her mother with worrying concerns about the new plants Isa was now capable of creating.

She had never seen any of it.

Mirabel wanted to.

It had to be amazing.

She wanted to peek into this new room Isabela had but hadn’t dared venture to it and… she wouldn’t get an easy peek in passing either (plus she knew Abuela’s rules forbade her to enter still stood). The movement of Isabela’s door moving up steps worried Mirabel but…it hadn’t escaped her notice that no one had brought it up either.

It was like no one had noticed

Mirabel wanted to mention it… but she knew better than to poke that bear. Once was enough to leave Isabela’s planning to herself.

“Well… I hope Abuela likes them. It’d…be nice to see more of your plants around.” Mirabel encouraged though she gave her a soft look before she made to turn and retreat before Isabela’s voice echoed and made her pause.

“Mirabel…” there was an echo of hesitation. A hesitation she hadn’t heard since Isa had apologized last month after the whole shouting thing.

“Si?”

Isabela set her glass down, “Can… can I borrow a needle and thread?”

“Needle and thread?” Mirabel hadn’t expected that question. “I thought you had a set.”

Isabela blinked. “A three centimeter barbed metal…huge room. You can do the math there.”

“Ah.” Let’s hope she didn’t find it two am when going to the loo barefoot. “What...what sort of thread?”

“Any. I just need something that works.”

“What…do you want it for? You need to patch up a hole in your dress?” She could do that for her…maybe. Save her the effort and… it would be a good start.

Isabela hesitated, “It’s… a personal project.”

And one she wasn’t going to share, it seemed but Mirabel supposed it didn’t matter. Let her have her secrets…

“I can drop some off later at your door.” Mirabel decided. “Do you want a thimble as well?”

“Thimble?”

“So you don’t wind up stabbing yourself repeatedly with the sharp end.” Mama had made her learn with a thimble given her own habits in her early days of otherwise giving herself acupuncture in her left hand. Isabela hardly sewed so…she had a feeling Mama was going to feed her if she slipped up.

Isabela shook her head after a moment. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Mirabel seriously doubted that.

Dolores smiled softly, her head tilting towards the direction of Casita with fondness she hadn’t felt in a while amongst the stress and noise.

Isabela and Mirabel interact… without argument. Without any fear of augments either on either side. A simple…small exchange. Not too pressing on Mirabel’s anxiety, given she had now walked away and in her room sewing and Dolores hoped that… it would open a door.

“Good news?” Her head turned to Mariano as he helped Mateo and his father load down logs from their more recent cut-down. His sleeves were pushed up and his collar more open and…Dolores couldn’t deny it made him look…good. Very good.

“Yeah.” Dolores smiled, “Isa’s talking to Mirabel.”

Mariano’s eyebrows raised but he too wore the same smile as he read her expression. Relieved just as much as she was at the possibilities of improvement. “That’s good to hear.”

Heavy steps behind her pulled Dolores’s attention to see Luisa standing with a huge pallet of bricks above her head, a heavy frown on her face that indicated that she had heard what she had said.

“Dolores…who’s in Casita with Isabela and Mirabel? Abuela made it clear that she’s not allowed to be left alone with her or seek Mirabel out.”

Dolores’s smile wiped away quickly at that. The clear implication of the suspension right there that she would have thought that Luisa would drop. Dolores…had forgotten about that bit in Isa’s punishments in all honesty and hoped Isabela’s good behavior would be enough to show she wasn’t going to hurt her sister again.

“You don’t need to be worried, Luisa.” Dolores hoped to assure, but the thundering fast heartbeat from Luisa’s chest only spoke of a shot of anxiety. “It’s fine. I’m about to head up there now.” She’d have to cut her trip short… Abuela wouldn’t be pleased but she’d make it up elsewhere. She’d rather get in trouble about that than her slip up at Casita.

“No. I’m going to check on Mirabel.” Luisa set the pallet down and walked back up the street in strides Dolores knew she couldn’t meet. Luisa would outwalk her easily drunk.

Dolores’s shoulder’s sunk.

“Why don’t you go and warn Tia about this?” Mariano suggested, slinking beside her with a light touch to her arm, “then head off to Isabela or your Abuela and let them know… to avoid any conflict.”

“Okay…”

“Ah fuck.”

Isabela sighed heavily around her fingers, sucking softly the coppery taste which was the ever reminder of her inability to sew. One of the few things she could envy about Mirabel was her ability to sew and not only that, have the patience to do so even with sticking herself a ton.

Suffice to say, Isabela was not having a good time.

Maybe she should have taken that thimble?

How did people learn how to do this and come out of it unscathed? How did Mirabel, who inherited their father’s accident-prone nature master this without giving herself stitches?

She eyes the metal barb with disdain before opting to put it all aside for now and ask for the thimble later. That seemed prudent.

Beside her, Bubo was sitting happily in its plant pot she opted to confine it too, still stupid as ever but this was a piece of veg so she never had high hopes of intelligence given it was making soil angels, cooing, and trying to shove dirt into its incision from its belly-flop onto her gardening tools. She had covered that ‘injury’ with a leaf but it seemed Bubo found a way to get rid of it and sat otherwise naked.

She had wanted to change that; a little hat or a ruana would have been better… but her lack of sewing skills seemed to make that a near impossibility.

Her finger still stung before she rose to her feet so she idly sucked to keep the blood away, letting her mind mull on options as she padded out of her room for a snack to make herself feel a little bit better about her inabilities.

They still had pan tres leches in the cool room from yesterday. A worthy snack for failures such as herself and Isabela was pleased to find that Camilo hadn’t snuck in either during the night. So she happily pulled it out and cut herself a nice, small slice before looking around for more fruit to put on top. A few washed strawberries and Isabela began to cut the tops off before—

“Mirabel!”

“Fuck!” Isabela dropped her knife, jumping away with hisses of pain before she felt the thumping heat down the back of her thumb, rushing to the sink as blood quickly pooled and dripped down her skin. Casita immediately turned the tap open, washing the red away quickly.

Isabela turned angry to see Luisa striding into the kitchen looking very tense as she looked around and found her there alone.

“What the hell, Luisa!” Isabela snapped, “I almost cut my thumb off!”

“Where’s Mirabel?” Luisa asked, reaching to one of the cupboards swiftly. “Dolores said you spoke to her?”

“I don’t know!” Isabela sucked in a breath, wincing at the cold water that ticked painfully. “Fuck, this is deep. Why did you come in like that!” She reached blinding for one of their mother’s rags before a disposable wad of tissue was pressed into her hands by her younger Hermana. Isabela took it, pressing it into her hand, the water and blood absorbing into it.

“You’re not allowed to be alone with her. Abuela’s rules.”

“That’s not my fault you lot left me here.” Isabela bit back, “Mirabel can come and go as she pleases. I can’t.”

Luisa’s jaw remained tight. Arms folding across her chest. “And whose fault is that?”

“Oh, swinging low I see.” Isabela deflected, “So very unlike you, Luisa.”

“I’m just trying to protect our younger sister, Isa.” From you, rang in a bitter subtext.

Isabela said nothing but she felt the ache at that but lifted the tissues with a wince but the rapid beading of blood meant she either had to go to Mama or Lopez. This wasn’t something a Band-Aid was going to fix. She could already start to feel a light shake in her hands.

“I need you to take me to Mama,” Isabela asked, giving her younger sister a look. “She’s in the plaza, right?”

“Isa—“

“No, Luisa. If your next sentence isn’t a ‘yes, I’ll escort you to get medical attention at the very least’ then I fully expect you to explain to our mother why you’re letting me bleed out in the kitchen.” Isabela interrupted. “You did this. You help fix it.”

“What is going on this time?”

Abuela’s voice echoed in the open space, a little less demanding than expected though Luisa jumped the most, Isabela flinched a little but both of them spun around to see her standing in the doorway.

“Luisa startled me when I was making myself a snack.” Isabela spoke before Luisa could. “I need Mama.”

Abuela’s head turned before she entered in and, passing a glance at what she had been putting together and pulled up the side of the red tissue to peek then pressed it down more tightly and forced her hand up in the air above her shoulder.

“Keep the wound elevated. That’ll reduce swelling and pain.” Abuela instructed, grabbing the rag and tied that around the tissue as well, making Isabela wince as it put more pressure against the cut. “What are you two arguing about? Aside from the injury.” As soon as it was done and checked, Abuela hurriedly washed her hands.

“Isabela and Mirabel were left alone together.”

That paused Abuela’s hand-washing. “I thought Camilo was in Casita.”

“No. Tia Pepa asked him to take Antonio to school and I saw him pranking a few people in town with his friends.” Luisa replied.

Abuela reached for a clean rag to dry her hands. “Why didn’t you let Dolores know, Isabela?”

“I was busy in my room and I had no idea Mirabel was there until she began stalking me around Casita.”

To her relief, the girl of the topic seemed to appear, popping her head into the kitchen and pushing up her glasses that slid down her nose.

“What’s going on? I heard my name?”

Abuela let out a softer sigh. “Mirabel, did we leave you alone in the house?” the shift was subtle though it took everything to not scowl at how Abuela’s suspicious undertone vanished as she addressed Mirabel directly. “I do have…certain rules in place for a reason.”

“What’s this about?”

“Did you speak to Isabela alone today?”

Mirabel glanced around though the nervous look was easy to see. “I…might of.”

Abuela tittered with a soft shake of her head. “Mirabel… Isabela isn’t allowed to be alone with you right now, let alone seek you out…. For your sake.”

Mirabel swallowed thickly but Isabela didn’t meet her eye as she looked her way, angling her elbow over the sink as the escaped red seeped further down her skin.

“She didn’t seek me out, Abuela… I followed her. I just… wanted to talk to her and she wanted a sewing kit.” Mirabel shrugged, trying to sound a little upbeat but it fell flat quickly. “Please don’t blame this on Isa… I went to her.”

“Why did you not let me or anyone else know? You should have left.”

Mirabel looked down, “Abuela… I have the right to stay home during the day as anyone else. I don’t know when everyone else comes and leaves when I go back to my room to sew and… well normally Isa has someone escort her out but... no one’s been about to do that so she can’t leave. Can’t you…get rid of her escort punishment and let her leave without another person? Surely that’s the solution here.”

Isabela look sharply at her younger sister in surprise, Luisa also had that expression on her face though, while a little light headed, Isabela felt a little shocked to hear such a suggestion would leave her lips… well, not really—she vaguely recalled Mirabel had been against some of her punishments.

If… if she got the escort dropped, she’d have full freedom to go to the pond and start her project… and drop a note to Mateo about it and let him know about a third party friend—she just had to convince Lopez to be a little more open minded but that was later-her’s problem.

Abuela’s lips pursed and remained quiet for a long, tense moment of papule silence.

“If I drop the escort, I expect all the other rules to be upheld.” Abuela turned to face her with a stern look. “I also expect your chores to not change on that basis either, Isabela.”

“Si, Abuela.”

After a moment, Abuela nodded, “I will inform the others.” And with that, a high head and a tightening of her black shawl, Abuela swept out of the kitchen.

“Isabela?” Mama’s voice echoed before Isabela felt the buñuelo pressed to her lips. Isabela took it off her and happily took a bite, feeling the haze in her mind vanish and the stinging in her hand vanished, letting her hand drop from the air before pulling away the mess and washing her arm and hands of blood with a swift, thankful nod to her mother who looked somewhat confused at the scene.

But she felt a shred of relief… she had some freedom back.

#encanto au #encanto #drabble #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #julieta madrigal #blood tw

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