Luciana, Alejandro and Johanna belong to @midcanto.
My idea was this is photo Camilo and Marco keep of their kids (hence why I couldn’t decide between coloured and black/white - Casita has both types of photographs - so I made both).
It’s probably like one of those school sibling photos - where you are all sat, huddled together, awkwardly, you know? And then your parents just bring it out to show (to embarrass you to) the rest of the family or any house guests?
Do you know of any Odesta fanfics that feature Finnick and Haymitch’s friendship or Annie and Haymitch’s? There was this really good one you recommended a while back that was from Haymitch’s pov and featured Odesta near the end. so I was wondering if you knew of any that had this dynamic
Hi, I do know some like that!
the bottom of the deep blue sea. by Cat_nevermind - I read this one for the first time around 4 years ago and I still come back to it. It's from Haymitch's POV and has a great perspective on his relationship with Finnick and the other victors.
It's Not the Waking, It's the Rising by carnationhes - This is another great Haymitch POV that takes place during and shortly after Finnick's Games. It sets Finnick's story in a cool and unique light, so you might like to check it out.
Haymitch's Victor(s?) by TheWalkingGrimes - This one explores a little moment right before the end of the 74th Games, and it's such a cool portrayal of Haymitch's relationship with Finnick right before the rebellion. The whole series is one of my favorites so definitely check it out if you haven't already.
Triptych by deathmallow - This is a post-war (canon compliant) fic that focuses on the dynamic between Haymitch, Annie, and Johanna. It's beautiful and long and heartwarming and does justice to all the characters.
Madrigal by sabaceanbabe - This one focuses on the Finnick, Haymitch, and Johanna dynamic which I absolutely love. The characterizations are wonderful and it covers so much time without getting bogged down in the negativity.
The Golden Mean by FernWithy - This one takes place during the 3rd Quarter Quell with a lot of emphasis on the behind the scenes aspects of the rebellion. Haymithc is the POV character but there's a lot in here about his relationships with the other victors, which I really like.
Moss On The Ruins by Trovia - This is another favorite of mine. It's Finnick's POV with his relationships with the victors as a focal point of the story. I like his dynamic with Haymitch in this one.
I am also a fan of this dynamic and Finnick's relationships with the other victors, I think there's such an interesting history there. Feel free to share recs of your own or promote your own work!
Welcome to my first ever kinktober! After a lot of thought I decided I wanted to try it.Hopefully I don't fall behind. The list is made up mostly of women with a couple guys thrown in. Be ready for some terrible fics!
This is my entry for the last week of this event, I have drawn my Amelia with those who I think could be her friends in Encanto, in reality I would have loved to draw all the possible oc's but due to lack of time I have only been able to draw them, someday I will try to draw more, Amelia needs friends and good acquaintances after all
Without further deviating, the oc's that are next to my Amelia are Amelia and Erica Madrigal from @justaturtleindisguise <-- on tumblr, Coco (Melany Gonzales Díaz) from @Coco_.zz <-- on instagram and Hanna (Johanna Roslyn Engel) by @bluecherryblossom8
It has been a pleasure to participate in this event, I hope you like this last post.
a gust of wind makes you pull your jacket closed; notes of pine, black cherry, campfire smoke, and rain fill your nose. you think you hear i cant handle change by roar playing in another room. ah — it must be annabelle-lee.
BASICS:
name: annabelle-lee lenore hill
nicknames: none she likes. that being said: annie, annie-lee, lee, lennie, len
age: thirty
gender: non-binary
pronouns: she/they
sexuality: please don't ask she won't know
date & place of birth: december 31 in portland, oregon
faceclaim: kawennáhere devery jacobs
occupation: librarian at makah community college and bartender/waitress at the wolf's den
notable characteristics: a near permanent frown and furrowed brows, long, dark, and sleek hair, bloody knuckles, big brown baby cow eyes
raits: cynical, gruff, standoffish, secretive, reclusive, quick-to-judge, loyal, generous (to a degree), quiet
similar to: fiona gallagher, katniss everdeen, prue halliwell, luisa madrigal, elsa, elizabeth bennet, johanna mason
BULLET POINTS — * TW FOR CHILD NEGLECT, HOMELESSNESS, DRUG USE, OVERDOSE, PARENT LOSS, PARENTIFICATION
- have you guys ever seen that meme that's like. "might be non-binary but i have work in the morning so i don't really care about that right now"
- yeah
- anyway. annabelle-lee hill was born to two parents who loved drugs more than they loved their children. if you ask her, she would say the last time she was allowed to be vulnerable was when they exited the womb screaming
- growing up was tumultuous. various visions, focusing on survival, and terribly overstimulating trips to the graveyard took up most of her time. it was just her until, at age 12, her parents had another child — morella (she knows. they don't know what the fuck kinda thing her parents had with edgar allan poe)
- morella became annabelle-lee's entire world (and responsibility) very quickly. practically a mother at the age of 12, annabelle-lee decided she couldn't just live (or give up living) for herself anymore; she had a baby to keep alive.
- food banks, homeless shelters, and events at school became annabelle-lee's lifeline. where her parents wouldn't provide for her, she'd figure something out — and where they couldn't provide for mor, she could.
- everything came to a head on her seventeenth birthday — their father left in a fit of rage, their mother overdosed, and annabelle-lee saw it all. she had had enough; armed with the $1000 of their life savings, their mother's car (and no license), and a four year old morella, annabelle-lee dropped out of school and set off.
- they bounced around while they moved north, looking for their aunt who they knew lived in a town called bearhold. annie worked odd jobs, moving when they couldn't stay in a place too long (someone would recognize them, or get too curious why she was alone, and they had to move). a long, grueling year and some change later, annabelle-lee and morella hill made it to bearhold. a bit bruised, dirty, and very, very hungry.
- their aunt took them in and the rest is history. despite the help, annabelle-lee despised it, feeling as if she was a sob story, all of this stemming from some terrible pity. hyper-independent and filled with shame, guilt, and anger, annie moved out the second she turned eighteen.
- she didn't take morella with them, but kept a close watch on her and an active part of her life. she was mor's mother — and everything she did, she did for their sister. never themselves.
- finished school and got their ged at 19, has been working on a bachelor's for the next decade (please don't ask. they're very embarrassed)
- adopted morella at 24, when it was evident to both the courts and their aunt that separating them would cost lasting damage to morella. morella, now eighteen, is functionally annabelle-lee's daughter, and it strains their relationship a lot; annie-lee wants to give her space, but she wants to be her friend, and — well, it's a lot. she'll never talk about it, so i must.
- they work at the library at makah community college because it gives them free tuition, and they take double shifts at the wolf's den because it's much easier than working 3 jobs like she previously had been. luckily, those around town are willing to help them out — if only prideful annabelle-lee would take it.
- they think they're going insane now, actually. weird things are happening — annie-lee's seeing and hearing things — people — she shouldn't be. it's like her dead mom is there, talking to her — and they think they might need to go to a ward. she supposes she'll ask her aunt, a prominent witch in the local coven, if they know anything about it.
- thinks they'd like to be a nurse, maybe. when mor is sailing through college and she has time to herself. annabelle-lee, of course, will always be happy to put aside her dreams for her sister.
- has a beloved dog named gage, a ginormous german shepard. he is her familiar, though she doesn't know it yet.
tl;dr for her species/medium witch stuff: baby just got out of survival mode for the first time in their life and their powers are surfacing much more than before. tune in for their imminent breakdown at 12!
- Dance with me - Late night drunk dancing with Wanda is not how (Y/N) expected their night to go, not that they were complaining. ✨**
- You Are My Sunshine - There's nothing better than spending time with your girlfriend Wanda on a sunny day.✨**
Druig
- Promise - When Druig leaves his daughter and wife behind to help fight with the Eternals, his wife (Y/N) makes him promise something for her. *
Peter Maximoff
- That's What He Knew - (Y/N) and Peter are finally meeting for the first time, and it seems Logan is very keen on their friendship, to the confusion of both of them. *
~THE HOBBIT/LOTR~
Kili Durin
- Amrâlime - (Y/N), Bilbo's sister, is starting to get annoyed at her lack of knowledge of the nickname given to her by a certain Dwarf prince. *
- The Durins with a Crystal-Obsessed S/O **
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
Thorin Oakenshield
- Best Of Wives And Best Of Women - After reclaiming Erebor, Thorin is working a lot. Far too much for a very tired (Y/N)'s liking. *
- The Durins With A Crystal-Obsessed S/O **
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema
Fili Durin
- The Durins With A Crystal-Obsessed S/O **
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
Tauriel
- Boyfriend - When (Y/N)'s brother Legolas tries to flirt with her best friend Tauriel, (Y/N) reminds her that she would be a much better boyfriend.✨*
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
Legolas
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
~THE HUNGER GAMES~
Johanna Mason
- Anytime, sweetheart - Despite being a little intimidated by her, (Y/N), Peeta's sister, tries to befriend Johanna Mason. ✨*
~HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS)~
Sirius Black
- Loser (1/5) - (Y/N) is starting to get really fed up of Sirius' Black's constant teasing. ✨**
- Listen? (2/5) - (Y/N) sees Sirius again, and he wants to explain himself. **
~THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY~
Luther Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Diego Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Allison Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Klaus Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Five Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Ben Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Viktor Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
~TWILIGHT~
Jane Volturi
- Not Possible - (Y/N), Alice's twin, goes with their twin and Bella to stop Edward from exposing his vampire-ness. But what, or who, is waiting there is certainly a surprise **
~STAR WARS~
Han Solo
- Never - (Y/N) and Han have always been good friends, but what happens when they start to catch feelings and don't know how to react? *
~PERCY JACKSON~
Percy Jackson
- How Percy Jackson would react to a little sister *
- Bad Dreams - Percy has frequent nightmares, and (Y/N) is usually there to comfort him. But what happens when one night she disappears from the bed? *
.。.:*☆ Alright, so, here we go, this is my starter/ Plotting call for the upcoming event! If you have any questions regarding powers or whatever, just shoot me a message!
telepathy and foresight - Elena Gilbert, Harry Potter
astral projection ( x-men ) - Tony Stark
force sensitivity ( star wars ) - Marian Hawke, Raya, Bill Denbrough
cleric abilities ( critical role ) - Rei Hino, Elsa
size manipulation and enhanced strength ( marvel ) - 11th doctor
hypnosis and memory altering ( tale of the nine tailed ) - Queenie Goldstein, Kara Danvers
It was quiet early as the sunbeams woke you up. This was your second night in Encanto and you definitive slept better than the last one. You stretched your body and changed from your comfy pajama to your black unitard. It was made from stretchy material, and you always wore it under your show clothing and of course for training. It has a beautiful red and green embroidery on it which shows different flowers from your left leg to your right shoulder. You took one of the green chiffon skirts out of your closet and tied up your hair with a fitting ribbon. Tonight, was the big one. The opening night was always the most important show. This show made sure if more people would come to watch the regular ones or not. So, everyone put their everything into this night. It had to be perfect. You exhaled deeply before a smile grew on your lips, one last look into the mirror. “You can do this. It’s a show like it’s always.”, you said to yourself before turning on your heel. The bed next to yours was already empty. One last glance into the mirror, you nodded to yourself. You slipped into your comfy boots and left your cart. You made sure to fresh yourself a bit up from the night and brushing your teeth of course before entering the ring. “Morning ma cherie.” – “Morning Eva.” – “Bee and Rosemary are already in the ring.”, she said while carrying some fabrics to a bigger tent. You nodded and made your way up to the main entrance. On the way you greeted everyone from your founded family. The court was filled with different carts and tents. Your home was always a huge camp. You had two bigger tents for a kitchen like place and one for sanitary facilities. One tent was for all the costumes, wigs, props and utils for the shows. One was used as a common room. Some smaller tents for sleeping and some carts for the actual families. Some people claimed that they could never live like this, but you didn’t know tit any other way.
And to make things clear, the circus Dubois wasn’t like the normal circus people would know. There weren’t different kinds of small acts lined up to each other. No. Circus Dubois was more like a huge musical show. All small parts were connected to one heartwarming story. Mostly they told stories about love, about family and how to find your own path to felicity. They always delivered a beautiful message within breathtaking dances, songs, and stunts. Within two hours all of your family member would tell such a story and made the audience forget about time and space. You were actors, performers, dancers, and mostly, you all were truly passionated.
Gael and some other boys and girls were already practicing a new dance act. Bee was together with Rosemary on the grandstand. Discussing the new act, the three of you made up before coming here. Together with Eva you were the only ones performing with the ropes, tightropes, and trapeze. Rosemary was pretty new to your family, and she was still learning. The younglings like Daniel and another girl called Johanna were also dancing on the tightropes, but only on the low hanging ones.
High in the skies were your and Bee’s space. Also, Bee wasn’t only your partner but also a blessed choreograph. He always had the best ideas for new show acts and dances, and you were willing to test everything he came up with. Today you wanted to show a new thing he created. It was an act only created for you. The first time in forever you had a solo act. I don’t have to underline how nervous you were about it, but you knew how to put a record on. At least it worked for the audience to not realize how nervous you really were. The new performing wasn’t comparable to your usual tricks. You weren’t on a tightrope or a trapeze. It was called aerial silk and it fitted perfectly into the opening show. It was a bit more complicated than your usual because of different reasons First of all, you were alone. You had no partner catching or carrying you. Second, you had no real safety. You needed to tie those different kinds of scarfs and ropes around your body while performing and you needed a lot of condition, to gain the needed energy to fly with those ropes of fabric. Between all that you still needed to sing and look, well, happy, but that was the burden of a performer.
“Good morning y/n.”, Rosemary said while sitting behind Bee, who turned around to greet you with a great smile. “Morning.” – “Good morning you two.”, you said while climbing up to them. “You wanna practice one last time?”, Bee looked at you with a raised brow while you were taking off your boots. “I would prefer to, one last time. Especially the fall.” – “Alright. Then I’ll look for Eva and Jean, that we attach the silks properly. But don’t stress yourself too much, okay?”, the dark-haired boy patted your head before leaving you two behind. “Can you once again show me the jump from level four to level three?”, Rosemary asked while looking up to you. You nodded and so the two of you went for the platforms. The ring was filled with music and different voices practicing one last time. Some of the older ones started decorating the grandstand and masts. Everything needed to be perfect. You wanted that your abuela would be proud and that the whole Encanto would be stunned.
A sound of a pot shattering could be heard through the whole house. “Isa?!”, Mirabel’s voice clang from the first floor. “I’m alright.”, the girl answered while sweeping the broken parts carefully together with her hands. “What even was your intention?”, a sleepy voice came from the door behind her. “I wanted to gather a few of my prettiest pots to bring them to the circus folks. As decoration you know?” – “And why do you need to wake me up therefore?”, he rubbed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “Uhrm, because you can help me?”, she said with an annoyed undertone. “Por favor?”, he said with a grin, what gained a rolling of her eyes. “Por favor!”, Isabela stood up crossing her arms. Camilo just grinned, “Let me change real quick.”, he disappeared in his room for a few minutes. Isabela took the broken parts of the once pretty pot to the trash and looked again to the pots she decided to bring with her. “Why do you actually need to bring some?”, Mirabel asked while looking at her sister’s hands. Making sure she doesn’t cut herself. “Eva asked if I could help with some decoration, and I thought it would be prettier to have some flowers in actual pots. You know?” Her sister nodded and let go of her hands. “You need any help?” – “Nah, don’t worry. Luisa is already helping, and Milo is also coming with us.”, she smiled shoving the intact pots together. “Wait, really?”, Mirabel asked with this mischievous undertone. “For real hermana, what’s wrong with you?”, Isa shook her head. “Oh, nothing in particular.”, she giggled.
“Is that so?”, Camilo’s voice made both girls nearly jump. “Dios mio, primo…”, Isa grabbed her chest. The boy was standing there with a gloating grin, wearing his usual yellow ruana. Mirabel could barely save another pot from falling. After she caught her breath and put the pottery back on the table, she fixed the glasses on her nose and just smiled at him. Isa switched her look back and forth between her primo and sister. “I really don’t care what’s up with the two of you.” Before both of them could throw in their argument another voice was heard. “Are you ready?”, Luisa now stood in the kitchen and took as many pots as she could carry. “Sure.”, Camilo said giving one last glance to Mirabel while taking some of the pots himself. He and Luisa went outside. Before the oldest in the room could also leave Mirabel grabbed her by her sleeve. “Just pay some attention to Milo’s behavior around some of the artist.”, she winked with her eye suspicious and let her go. Isa just furrowed her brows and went after her younger relatives. She couldn’t suppress a rolling of her eyes.
After a few hours they arrived at the camp. Normally, they would take them about thirty minutes of casual walking, but they had to stop every few minutes. Some villagers hold them up and asked them about their well-being, some children wanted Camilo to shift for them, some wanted to be carried by Luisa, and some asked for help for the next days, or simply align greetings for their family. It wasn’t easy to be a Madrigal, but after all they were used to it. As they arrived, they were already expected by Eva. “Isabela, thank you petite.”, she run over to help them with carrying the pots. “De nada.”, she simply said while handing her some pots. “We can bring them right to the ring. I already found the perfect places where to put them.”, she led the way and the others followed. They placed the pots at the grandstand down. “Hola!”, Bee greeted them while entering the ring. He was standing at the railing in the first row of the audience area. They greeted back and Isabela waved at him. He only smiled and turned his head back to the roof of the tent. “Do you need any help elsewhere?”, Luisa asked while stretching her back. “We’re nearly finished, there are only trifles left.”, Eva said while appraising the colorful pots. “Maybe we can help with them?”, Camilo suggested with his signature smile, shifting into Luisa, and flexing with her muscles. Luisa rolled her eyes at him and poked him in the ribs, what led to him shifting back. “We still need to put all the blankets and cushions on the seats and…”, before Eva could finish the sentence Camilo run off to get blankets. “On it!”, Luisa said and followed her cousin.
You were already climbing up to one of the higher platforms. After you warmed yourself up, you wanted to practice one essential thing of the choreography again. There was the climax, where you would climb the whole rope up while tying yourself up in it until you would let yourself fall. The fabric would stop the fall, so that it would like you were agravic. Bee had seen this once and was so obsessed with the dance like fall and he did infect you with his passion. It was somehow bold to put such a new choreography into the opening night, but you wanted to stun everyone with your solo performance. So no extra mile was too extra. You grabbed the thick fabric in front of you and jumped into it. Entangled the material with your legs, climbing a bit higher, so you would be able to tie the rope around your body. Carefully but also elegant. At least everything needed to fit into the dance act later. You took a deep breath and controlled the fabric around your body a last time. You stopped counting how many times you already tried this technique but somehow you never finished it correctly. As you once said, it always hard training.
It was way softer and warmer than you expected. Wait, warm? You opened you eyes and looked at a very familiar pair of eyes. A relived smile grew onto your face and the boy in front of you mirrored that. “Are you okay?!”, a well-known voice brought your attention to the boy over, standing with the girls still in shock. You looked back at your savior. Your eyes widened, you looked back to Bee frozen in place at the grandstand and then your glance got back to the same boy holding you in his arm right now. “Did I hit my head somewhere?”, you asked while blinking heavily and looking back and forth between both boys. “I hope not.”, your savior said and before you could open your mouth again, you felt another weight pulling you down. The Bee holding you suddenly changed into the curly haired boy you have seen before. Camilo was way smaller than Berthold, so the sudden shift back dragged you down again, still resting in his arms. You hold onto his ruana of the sudden movement. “You okay?”, he smiled sheepish at you. You now looked totally shocked at him, not being able to bring even a word over your lips. “Thank you, Camilo!”, Bee run over the two of you. The shapeshifter set you down carefully, making sure you had gained your balance and just waving at the closer coming boy. Your usual partner cupping your cheeks with his hands. “Are you hurt?”, he touched your head and shoulder carefully, looking for any injuries. You just shook your head slightly, eyes still pinned onto the Madrigal. Bee saw your confusion and started laughing. “You look more surprised than Gael a day ago.”, you just nodded again and the boy in front of you let out a chuckle. You couldn’t avert your glance from him. Camilo still felt a bit uneasy, a warmth climbing up to his head. He scratched the back of his head. “Camilo, I could need your help here!”, Eva shouted from outside of the tent. “Coming! “, somehow, he was glad to escape this situation. The feeling in his gut wasn’t a good one. He bowed slightly down to the two of you before leaving the ring again. You looked after him, still processing what happened a few minutes ago.
“Is this really save?”, Isabela looked up to you and then back to your partner. Bee nodded, “That’s why we practice it.” He smiled. This wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear. “Just relax mi sol! You got this!”, Bee shouted up to you. “It’s the highest she’s ever done until now.”, Rosemary said insecure next to them. Isabela really felt uneasy with said statement, but before she could ask Berthold again, she could see you move already. You took one deep breath in before leaning your upper body forward. You whole body started tilting and before Isabela could react you would unfurl from the fabric. Everything seemed to work properly. It wasn’t too fast or too slow. It was a fluid movement.
“We have the missing pieces.”, Luisa said while joining the group with Camilo. The boy also looked up and couldn’t help it but felt unsettled with the scene in front of him and he should be right. Something kinda went wrong. Halfway through your way down the fabric loosened itself to fast. Everyone could see the little asymmetry in your flow. “Is this supposed to happen?”, Luisa raised a brow, but before Bee could even answer Camilo sprinted forward. Isa threw her hands over her mouth, the same as the younger girl next to her. Before you could grab onto the fabric after realizing your fault, you could feel how your leg slipped out of the fabric. You weren’t that high anymore, but you could feel the fear creeping up your spine as you realized how the whole rope loosened around your whole body. You would fall within the next seconds. You pinched your eyes together, preparing yourself of the impact of the floor. You tried to at least grab onto some of the material, which was supposed to provide you security, but no chance. Your weight pulling you further down until you sensed the collision.
Half an hour later you were back to normal. You stopped practicing for now to give your body a bit rest, wandering through the camp looking for a specific boy. You were finding what you were looking for. Camilo sat on some rocks, facing the horses under the trees. You sneaked behind him and placed your hand on his shoulder. “Hey chameleon.”, Camilo jumped and shifted first into Berthold, then into you, into Eva and then finally back to himself within seconds. He grabbed his heavy beating chest. You looked bewildered at him, “Wow, that was fast.” – “Dios mio. Do you want to kill me?”, he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry...”, you smiled and placing yourself next to him. He inhaled deeply and waved you off and seated himself again. “Actually, I wanted to thank you, for the catch.”, you tilted your head into direction of the place of the accident. He caught his breath and smiled sheepish at you. “De nada.” You suddenly had the urge to change your view to the animals in front of you. “Does it hurt?”, you mumbled while pulling your knees to your chest and laying your head onto them. “Perdón?”, he raised a brow looking at you. You bit onto your lower lip. “Your transforming…does it hurt?” Camilo looked a bit shocked at you and set his glance onto your hands. Never did someone asked him that, not even his parents. Everybody just saw the fun side of his gift but in all those seventeen years no one ever asked about disadvantages. “Sometimes…”, he said calmly, the corner of his lips curled up, “but don’t worry. I can manage that pretty good.”, his eyes laid softly on your statue. You looked up once more and smiled at him. “That’s quite reassuring.”
“Do you often get injured?”, Camilo asked looking at some older bruises at your wrists. You stroked with your thumb over them. “That’s the risk that comes with my job I guess but mostly my muscle memory saves me before getting hurt really bad.” – “Muscle memory?” – “Yeah. If you do something repeatedly for a long time my body will save the movements and will act on its own. That saved me a lot of times, and yeah Bee also did.”, a giggle escaped your throat. Camilo took your hands in his, caressing the bruise he saw earlier. This sudden action caught you without any guard. His touch felt so soft, and safely. “You know my tía could help with these.”, he still let his thumb stroking over your wrist. The odd feeling from before went back to his stomach, and he suddenly let go of your hands. You simply shook your head.
“Didn’t we want to leave?”, Luisa asked her older sister. “Mil…”, before the brawn one could scream for her cousin her sister stopped her. “Silencio!”, she shushed her down, pressing her finger on her lips. “I totally understand what Mirabel meant.”, she smiled bright, taking her hand down. Watching the two of you sitting on the rock a few meters away from them. Luisa just looked confused at her und shrugged with her shoulders.
“Are the very busy Madrigals free this evening?”, you smiled at the boy who couldn’t look at you right now. If he would look at you, you could have seen him blush. “Well, I think we already have plans.”, he gained his cool again. Crossing his arms behind his back. “Really?”, you gave him a look of disbelief. “Yup, we will visit a pretty cool circus you know.”, with a teasing undertone he smiled at you. You totally fall for it and started grinning. “Okay, you got me.” – “I know, but for real, promise me something.”, his face got a bit more serious. “Don’t fall again.” – “Hm, we will see. Maybe I want to be caught by you again...”, now you were the one with a mischievous grin and this earned you a shocked facial expression. “Just kidding.”, you nudged him with your elbow and laughed, and so did he. “Primo, we need to go. They will be already waiting for us for lunch.”, Isabela’s voice appeared behind them.
He straightened himself up. “So, I’ll see you tonight?”, you asked looking up to him. “Can’t wait for it.”, he said before he walked over to his cousins and waving you a last goodbye. You also waved after them, then you turned your glance back to the spot where he just touched you. A slight smile was growing on your face. Something was different with this boy, and you didn’t think about his gift, no you couldn’t wait to find out what it was. You weren’t the only one feeling something strange in the company from each other. So, a girl and a boy nearly the same age couldn’t wait to see each other again.
“O lei, o lai, oh lord, o lei, o lai, o lord.”, you warmed your voice up together with Rosemary while Eva pinned her hair up. Most of the times you wore wigs, it was way easier than styling your hair different way in between the show acts. You already wore some wide trousers over your unitard, an older outworn greenish poncho and your usual boots. It should keep you muscles warm in between. You were finished with putting your make up on as you heard a familiar voice, “Here you go”, Jean appeared behind you handing you a small wooden box. He already wore his uniform. You smiled gladfully at him. “Muchas gracias!”, you stood up and placed a kiss onto his cheek. “Where are you going. I need to get your hair ready as well!”, Eva screamed after you, but you were already out of the tent. Your eyes scanning the place for a particular family. You didn’t need to search for long as a small boy caught your view. You run up to him. “y/n!”, he shouted running towards you. You pulled him up in a flowing movement, spinning him around in the air. “Tonito!”, you let him down and kneeled in front of him. His whole family a few meters behind him. You tilted over to whisper into his ears and he just chuckled, then you walked over to his family while holding his small hand into yours. “Buenas noches familia Madrigal”, you said smiling with closed eyes. All of them greeted you kindly. “Ma cherie!”, Eva called after you from the tent behind. “Uno momento!”, you shouted back to her what earned you an angry tapping from her feet. You turned back to the family. “I don’t have much time, sorry.”, you let go of Antonio’s hand. “My abuela is already waiting at the entrance. Jean made sure to get you the best seats in the whole ring.”, you smiled proudly, looking at Mirabel, then Camilo before turning your glance to his sister. “And that’s for you.”, you stepped in front of Dolores handing her the small wooden box you got before. The girl took it warily and eyed it from all sides before opening it. All of her relatives looking curious at her. “y/n Freye!”, Eva shouted again. “I just want that anyone can enjoy our show the same. So yeah. See you in the ring!”, you nearly screamed while running back to the woman waiting for you.
“She really looks like her.”, Julieta said leaning a bit over to Bruno who only nodded. “What’s in the box querida?”, Mariano asked his girlfriend. She looked with adoration over to the tent you just disappeared in. “Hermana?”, Camilo made himself taller to look in the box. Dolores took the surprise out of the box and showed it to them. “Those are ear plugs.” – “She doesn’t only look like her.”, Pepa said in awe. This was only a small gesture, but it meant so much to all of them. So, the family Madrigal entered the ring joining your grandma on the seats and you were right. They got the best places. They could see everything from where they were seated. Camilo noticed that his sister looked way more relaxed than ever. How could you care so much for his family without even knowing them? Of course, Dolores knew, that Bruno told you about her gift, but she never expected you to give her something to help. Everyone was so excited, chatting and mumbling until Jean stepped into the ring. The lights were spotted on him, and everything went quiet. He smiled bright. You were standing on a platform together with Bee, preparing yourself for the first act. This was the moment all of you lived for. This was the moment all of you cherished so much. The very less seconds of silence, before it all started. You looked at your partner, and he smiled at you while holding onto the trapeze. “Showtime.”
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what can I say I really like this chapter and I'm already working on the next two
I think one chapter per week is something I can keep up
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