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Oh Baby, Oh Baby - chapter 5: What Makes a Family

Chapter summary: Luke and Penelope make the trip down to New York to visit his family. Things do not go as expected.

Content warning: Luke's parents are kind of assholes in this chapter. There are discussions of homophobia, as well as parents just generally not accepting their children.

Chapter word count: 2786

Total word count: 8212

Can also be read here on Ao3

Thanks to help from Derek and Savannah, as well as the rest of the team, Luke and Penelope were able to get moved into their new house by the end of Penelope's first trimester. Everything was progressing as it was supposed to, so the pair decided it was as good a time as any to go down to New York to visit Luke's family. They knew Penelope and Luke were expecting a baby, they were the first to be told after the team, but since this situation had been… quick and unexpected, they hadn't actually met Penelope yet. So as not to overwhelm the expectant mother on her first visit, it would only be Luke's parents, his sister, her wife, and their daughter.

A tall woman with pale skin and chin-length brown hair–Luke's sister-in-law–was the one to open the door when they arrived. She stared at Penelope for a moment before blurting out, "You're white!" And then, quickly, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that! It's just that when he said your name was Penelope Garcia, this was not what I expected!"

Penelope laughed it off. "Don't worry, he made a similar comment when we met."

She laughed and then turned to Luke. "Are white girls the Alvez kid type?"

Luke rolled his eyes, but laughed anyway. "Oh my god, Melanie, shut up."

The two looked at each other for a moment, each with a slight smirk, before wrapping each other in a hug. "It's good to see you again, Luke," she told him, genuine emotion evident in her voice.

"You too, Mel."

Melanie turned to Penelope and hugged her as well. "And you! It's so nice to finally meet you! Luke's been telling us about you for years!"

Penelope cast a look at her boyfriend. "Years?"

Luke felt his cheeks warm. "Can we continue this conversation inside?"

"Yes, yes, of course, come on in," Melanie said, waving them in. “Elanor, Antonio, Liliana, Isabela, they’re here!”

The first set of footsteps they heard was the pitter-patter of a child running down the stairs. Isabela, Luke’s niece, came into view and catapulted herself into her uncle’s arms. “Tio Luke! You’re here!”

Luke wrapped his arms tight around the little girl, swinging her around. “Hey, Isabela!” Luke exclaimed, peppering kisses all over her hair. “Dios mio, I’ve missed you, you’ve gotten so big!”

“Of course I did, I’m nine now! I’m a big girl!”

Luke pretended he didn’t know that fact. “Nine? You are a big girl!” He put her down then, and put his arm around Penelope. “Isabela, this is your Tia Penelope. We’re going to have a baby, and they’re going to be your cousin. Your Primo or Prima.”

“I know! Mami and Mama told me!” She looked up at Penelope and waved. “Hello!”

Penelope waved back. “Hello! Can I give you a hug?”

The little girl didn’t even bother responding, she just wrapped her arms around Penelope’s waist.

The rest of the adults joined them then, Luke's parents Elanor and Antonio, and his sister Liliana.

Hugs and introductions were given all around, Luke and Penelope settled their things in the guest bedroom they’d be staying in for the course of their visit, and they sat down for dinner. Not long after dinner was done, Isabela had to go to bed, so she gave her goodnight hugs and was on her way. Once she was asleep, the adults congregated in the living room and Elanor made tea for those who wanted it.

“So, Luke, Penelope,” she said as she sat down with her own cup. “You never told us; when’s the wedding?”

Penelope looked at Luke, confused, shocked, and maybe a little angry depending on what his answer to her question would be. "Did you say we're getting married?"

Luke looked equally as confused as Penelope. "Um, no, I didn't." He turned to his mother then. "Mamà, Penelope and I aren't getting married, at least not any time soon."

Elanor's eyes went wide. "You're not?"

Penelope shook her head. "No, we decided it's not what we want right now. Maybe a few years down the line we'll change our minds, but not now. We don't want to get married to fit societal expectations just because I'm pregnant. That's not healthy."

"You have to get married," Elanor exclaimed, sounding a little angry. "This is not how things are done!"

"She's right," Antonio agreed. "If you don't, your child would be illegitimate. Penelope, you'd hardly be a part of the family."

"I understand where they're coming from," Melanie interjected, trying to diffuse the situation. She could see the pain on Penelope's face and the fury on Luke's, and she didn't want things to end in a shouting match like they had in the past when his parents made comments like this. "It's up to the couple to decide whether or not to get married, and if they've decided that they don't want to get married, that's probably the best decision for them to make."

Liliana turned to her. "Are you serious?"

Melanie looked stunned and stared back at her wife. "Are you?"

"We fought for years for people to be able to get married, for us to be able to get married, and now they're throwing away something that's always been available for them because they 'don't feel like it?'"

"You're right, we fought for our right to get married because it's what we wanted. We fought for people like us to be able to get married if they wanted. You and I of all people should understand that no one should have their marital status dictated by others or societal norms."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start a fight," Penelope said, standing. "And actually I'm feeling pretty tired right now, so I think I'll turn in. Goodnight."

Luke got up to follow her. "Penelope–"

"No, Luke, please, stay and catch up with your family, I'm just going to bed."

To his credit, he listened.

Penelope went upstairs, and the remaining adults stayed silent, no one knowing what to say. After a few minutes, Luke worked his jaw and stood up, clearly intending on following Penelope up to their room and going to bed as well.

"Luke, no," Melanie said.

He looked at her, clearly feeling torn, and the pain was obvious in his voice. "What do you mean, 'no?'"

"I mean you stay here, sort this out." She pointed at Liliana, Elanor, and Antonio. "I'll go talk to her."

"But–"

"Luke," Melanie implored. "I've been where she is. Please. Let me talk to her."

Luke worked his jaw again, but nodded. "Okay."

Melanie made her way upstairs to the room Penelope and Luke were sharing and knocked on the door.

"Luke, I'm fine," came Penelope's voice through the door. "Go talk to your family, really."

"Oh, he is," Melanie replied. "And that is not a conversation I want to be around for. Actually, it kind of is, it'd be fun to see him rip into them for treating you this way, but that's not the point. The point is: I'm not Luke, I'm Melanie, so can I come in?"

The surprise was evident in Penelope's voice. "Oh! Um, sure, yeah."

Melanie opened the door gently and flashed the other woman a tight-lipped grin. "Hey. I am so sorry for everything that went on down there, especially Liliana, I am stunned she reacted the way she did, and I am not here to try to excuse anyone. Luke wanted to follow you up here, but I told him to stay and deal with his family. I've been where you are right now, so I wanted to talk to you. Can I sit?"

Penelope scooted over on the bed to make room for Melanie. "Yeah, sure."

Melaine sat beside Penelope and took a deep breath before beginning. Even years later, this story was still hard for her to tell. “The first time Liliana ever brought me home, Elanor and Antonio were not the most accepting of the fact that their daughter was with another girl. Not that we weren’t exactly expecting that, I mean old catholic people are going to old catholic people, right?”

Penelope let out a tear-laced laugh. “You got that right.”

“Liliana and I got to a point in our relationship where we would have gotten married if we were allowed, we knew we were it for each other, we lived together, I mean we were even wearing rings. We were each other’s family. My parents had accepted her as part of ours, but I did not receive the same treatment from Elanor and Antonio because we weren’t married. When Liliana and I decided to have Isabela, we used IVF. I think it’s obvious whose egg we used and who carried her.”

Penelope nodded. Isabela looked just like Liliana, and therefore just like Luke, but much younger and female.

“We were hoping that would change their minds, especially since I was the one carrying the baby, but they still wouldn’t. They said that since I wasn’t biologically or legally related to anyone in the family, I wasn’t family.”

“That’s really awful, I’m so sorry,” Penelope told her.

“It was awful. Thank you. Liliana and I were at a complete loss, we had no idea what to do, and that’s when Luke stepped up. He absolutely tore into his parents, telling them to get off their homophobic high horse, that Liliana chose me and that should be good enough for them, and to accept that I was permanently a part of their lives and family because if they didn’t accept that then Liliana would probably cut contact with them—which he said she was well within her right to do considering the way they had been treating me—and if that happened then they would lose him too because there was no way he’d stand behind parents who treated his sister and her family so horribly. That was the wake-up call Elanor and Antonio needed, because they ended up apologizing to me and Liliana not long after.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. “He said that?”

Melanie nodded. “He did. I was absolutely astounded, and then he came up to me privately later. He said he said he would always stand beside us because he loves his sister, and she loves me so he loves me too, that no matter that we weren’t legally related, I was his sister too, and I mean you’ve seen him with Isabela. He adores her. Has since the day she was born. He’s the best uncle ever, and I know he’s going to be an amazing dad, Penelope.”

Penelope was on the verge of tears. “I know so too. I’ve seen him with our friends’ kids. His godkids and mine. He’s amazing.”

“He really is. Did he ever tell you he was Liliana’s best man at our wedding?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Oh, well he was. There was not a dry eye in the audience as he gave his speech. You’ve got a really great guy on your hands, Penelope.”

“I know I do.”

Melanie wrapped her arms around Penelope’s shoulders. “Luke always stood up for me and my family, so I’ll always stand up for you and yours. You’re his family, and he’s mine, so you’re mine too.”

Penelope leaned into the hug and wrapped her arms around Melanie’s waist. “Thank you.”

***

Meanwhile, downstairs, Luke was livid. “I can’t believe you guys would say those kinds of things. I mean I thought we got over this ten years ago. And you said them to her face?”

“I’m sorry, Luke,” Elanor said. “But one grandchild out of wedlock was bad enough—”

“Mamà!” Liliana reprimanded. “Are you not over this?”

Elanor turned to her daughter. “I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t your fault, I know you would have gotten married if you were able.” She turned back to Luke. “But you two have the option readily available, I can’t see why you wouldn’t take it?”

“Because we don’t want it right now!”

“You are raising a family with this girl, yes?”

“First of all, she is not ‘this girl,’ she has a name, and it’s Penelope. Use it. And yes, I am raising a family with her. Because I love her and I want to be with her.”

“And you don’t intend on ever separating from her?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then why wouldn’t you two get married?”

“Because having children is expensive enough, you should know, you’ve had two. Why would we spend so much on something unnecessary, especially when it’s—and I cannot stress this enough—we do not want right now? Right now. We haven’t said we’ll never get married.”

His parents’ eyes lit up. “So you might end up married after all?”

“Maybe, but definitely not before the baby comes. If it happens, it won’t be for years yet, and it may never even happen. And if it doesn’t, that’s fine, because it is up to us and none of your business.”

“How are we supposed to show our faces in our church if they found out our son and his girlfriend chose to have a child out of wedlock?” Elanor demanded.

“That doesn’t matter!” Luke exploded. “Because it’s none of their business either! And if you decide that you’re ashamed of your son’s family, of your grandchild, then that is on you. I love Penelope, and the way you treated her and spoke to her was awful and I will not stand for it. If you keep it up I will be cutting off contact. No one treats my family that way.”

“We are your family, Luke,” Antonio said.

“So are they! Penelope and our baby, they are my family too. I chose them, and I will continue to choose them. That is that.”

Melanie poked her head down the stairs at that moment. “Hey, we’re all good up here, I’m going to bed now. Night, all.”

“Goodnight, Melanie,” Luke called back up. “Thank you.” He turned back to face his family. “I’m going to bed too. Goodnight.” He stood up, but before he left, he said one final thing to his sister. “I have never done anything but stand up for you and your family, would it kill you to do the same for me?”

He went upstairs and got ready for bed, then cuddled in beside Penelope. Instead of her spooning into him like he was used to, she flipped over and kissed him.

“You’re an angel, did you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Melanie told me about everything that you did for her, how you stood up for her. You’re amazing.”

“I love my parents, don’t get me wrong, but I was not going to stand for them treating Liliana and Mel that way. And I didn’t stand for them treating you like that either. I told them the same thing. I will cut off contact with them if they continue to say those kinds of things.”

“Luke I’d never want you to have to choose between me and your family.”

He silenced her worries with a kiss. “You are my family, Penelope.” He placed his left hand on her stomach. “Both of you are. There’s no choice here. So don’t even worry about it, okay?” He kissed her once more on the mouth and then once on the forehead. “I love you. Let’s get some sleep, okay?”

Penelope nodded. “I love you too.” She cuddled into his chest, and they were both asleep within minutes.

***

Breakfast the next morning would have been incredibly tense had it not been for Isabela and her youthful naivete and joy that kept them all laughing. No one had forgotten the fight from the evening before, but no one was talking about it yet either. Elanor offered to make some baby blankets, which Luke and Penelope graciously accepted, but that was it.

After breakfast, however, Liliana came up to the pair of them privately. “I cannot apologize enough for the way I behaved last night. Luke, what you said really struck a chord with me. You’re right, all you have ever done is stand up for me, and I should have done the same for you. Mel and I had a really good talk about it last night, too. I am really sorry. I will do better. I am so happy and excited for you guys. And welcome to the family, Penelope.”

Penelope smiled and hugged her. “Thank you.”

Liliana hugged her back, then hugged Luke. “I will talk to Mamà and Papì. I promise. We’ll get them on our side soon enough.”

The three adults laughed. Things weren’t perfect, but there was time.

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rowsandrows-of-roses · 1 year

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Meet the Madrigals --@ [La Familia Madrigal + Clayton]

In which Clayton officially meets the Madrigals...[takes place: late August, 2022]

@vcnatorr, @accident-prone-agustin, @letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo, @tirameunpaso-felix, @haveyoumet-dolores, @waitingona-mirabel

[tw -- none really!]

ISABELA: “I’ll get it!” Isabela said, trotting towards the door, a field of poppies springing up behind her as she went. While this display was beautiful, it was also a symptom of Isabela’s anxiety. Her magic was wild, vines curling around the columns that framed the doorway as she moved towards it, squeezing tight.

Isabela had never brought a boy home to meet her family before.

She’d had boyfriends, of course. Sweet things when they’d all been children in Encanto that did not really count. And there had been one boyfriend while she’d been in University that she had been somewhat serious with. Pico had been lovely, the son of a politician, but she had lost touch with him after the coup. And he had only ever met her father, who worked in the capital sometimes and had had lunch with him once.

This was completely different. Clayton wasn’t a boyfriend, really. He was. They’d agreed to be exclusive, but calling him her boyfriend felt immature. This was a proper relationship. One that she wanted to last. And that meant he had to make a good impression on her family. And…they had to make a good impression on him.

She had complete faith in them all.

“Hola!” Isabela said, slightly breathless as Casita’s door swung open and a burst of flowers rushed passed Isabela, showering Clayton before disappearing as Isabela waved her hand. “Sorry. Come in! Come in!” She pulled Clayton in by the elbow, leading him back into the courtyard. A squirrel skittered across the floor, climbing up the vines that had just appeared in the doorway.

“Alright, well--this is everyone,” she gestured broadly to the long table set in the center of the courtyard where everyone was bustling back and forth.

“Tia Pepa, Antonio--” she pointed them out. “Tio Felix and Camilo.”

“Ay!” Camilo perked up at the sound of his name.

“Dolores, Luisa, Mirabel--” she pointed as each came out of the kitchen carrying a different dish for the table. “My papa, Agustin. Mama is still in the kitchen, I think. And--” she pulled Clayton a little further into the house.

“This is Abuela,” Isabela said, smiling wide at her abuelita, heart hammering in her chest.

CLAYTON: This was not his first visit to the Madrigal household, but it was arguably the most important one. All of them had been important, realistically; the last, when he had stopped by to make sure Isabela was alright after the whole prom night debacle, had very much set them away down the path they were now on. But this was his first visit meeting the family, an activity that Clayton loathed with an overwhelming passion. Admittedly, the families he tended to meet were usually landed gentry and so boring they could reduce a man to tears before the footmen could even bring around the amuse-bouche.

He had a feeling this meeting would not be so boring. People moving to and fro, little creatures scurrying across their path as they made their way to a courtyard that Clayton was starting to become familiar with. The foliage seemed thicker this time, tangles of vines and flowers coating every other surface. How did anyone ever get anything done around here with all the clutter?

And so many bodies - more siblings and cousins and assembled family than one could shake a stick at. Clayton was used to a house feeling too big, too empty. It was quite the change here; it felt vaguely claustrophobic. Would she want to move the entire family in, once they took over the house at Islip? He supposed if they had their own wing…

He gave each one a nod, a polite smile. Held up a hand to the people who waved in the first place, and let himself be led deeper into their maze of a home.

Now, he was no idiot. Every family had a figurehead, and he knew from the way Isabela spoke about her that her Abuela was very much the head of the household. So he gave his best charming-but-humble smile, reserved very much for situations like this, as he said, “It’s very nice to meet you. And thank you so much, for inviting me - Isabela has told me a lot about your family. It’s nice to be able to put faces to the names.”

FELIX: Felix wasn’t sure about this at all.

But! It wasn’t his place to be sure or not sure about it. Maybe if it was Lo who was bringing home the town Sheriff as her boyfriend he would have a little more sway to say something, but– well, he could only do his best to be supportive of everyone involved. And right now, being supportive meant carrying plates out of the kitchen, helping to get the table set, and keeping his sons out of trouble.

“Antonio, tell the rabbits to stop stealing the salad, there’ll be nothing left for our guest!” He huffed, shooing away a couple of long-eared, fuzzy-tailed thieves. He looked up as Isabela went skittering past in a shower of flowers, pausing to watch the two of them come back through to the courtyard. Nothing was ever ready on time in this family, he tutted to himself. Still a few things to be done before they’d be ready, but never mind. He waved as he heard his name, elbowing Camillo to get him to focus. “Come on, we’ve still got stuff to do, eh? Stay focused.”

He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on the conversation with Aubela. Except that he was, honestly– he knew how scary meeting Abuela was. He’d done it before, a very long time ago now. He’d had the advantage of being a child, he supposed; by the time he came to Abuela as a potential son-in-law she already knew him rather well.

“I hope she only told him the good things, hm?” Felix chuckled, looking at Mirabel as he passed by her.

MIRABEL: Mirabel doubted that. She could imagine Isabela complaining about her to the Sheriff, apologizing for her screw-up sister who didn’t get a gift and failed out of school and continued to embarrass herself at every turn. The image was vivid in her mind, entirely constructed (Mirabel didn’t think she’d said two words to the man), but very vivid. The way she imagined it, Isabela was still the enemy, and Sheriff Clayton was her new co-conspirator.

So no, Mirabel did not have any reservations about whether this was a good match. It was clearly a great match. And one that was totally designed to torture her.

Because Mirabel looked at her sister and her new boyfriend and all she felt was jealousy. This was a man Abuela would approve of. He had money, and he was prominent in the community, and the only thing that would make him better was if he was Avaloran— but that was harder to achieve in Swynlake. If Mirabel brought home an artist… well, Abuela would probably just silently judge, Mirabel imagined.

Still, she was supposed to be polite and supportive and not cause drama the way she always did (even inadvertently). So she smiled at Tío Félix. “There aren’t any bad things, Tío. Except maybe my dancing,” she laughed and set down the tray of arepas she was carrying. She glanced at her tía. “Is there anything else I can grab from the kitchen?” Mirabel preferred to have any excuse to run around tonight— and avoid having to tell Isabela how thrilled she was for her.

PEPA: Pepa was —

Well, Pepa was excited. Pepa was anxious. Pepa was trying to take deep breaths so that she did not summon a storm in the middle of Casita on this very very important dinner! All of that meant that Pepa was actually trying to keep herself as occupied as possible, and till Clayton had showed up, Pepa had been following Julieta around the kitchen, listening to her older sister and dutifully following in her lead. It was good to put the decisions in someone else’s hands, though if Pepa knew her sister at all, she knew that Julieta was probably putting all her energy into the food so that she wouldn’t worry herself.

All that being said, by the time Mirabel came up to her, right after Pepa had set the second bowl of salad down (this one untouched by the rabbits), there was simply nothing left that needed to be brought —

“Hmm, maybe we should bring out some wine?” Pepa suggested. “Your father brought home a good bottle the other night — which one was it Agustin?” She called to her brother-in-law. “Do you think our guest would like it? I liked it a lot — a good, full-bodied red. If he has good taste, he’ll like it.”

Pepa threw her niece a wink, trying to soothe any nerves that she might have. To be honest, Pepa wasn’t looking at anyone’s reagents right now. Not when she was trying to keep the skies clear and sunny and the mood festive and joyous! No, no, no, getting bogged down by any one else would not do.

“Agustin — go help your daughter with the wine. Oh, glasses too!”

DOLORES: Dolores was 100% trying to eavesdrop on the conversation with Abuela and Isa AND Clayton. She wanted to know if she liked this man. If she liked the guy her cousin who was basically her sister was bringing home and at the same time she was jealous because she didn’t have anyone and not for a lack of trying either. And here Isa was with someone she cared about on her arm meeting Abuela.

It was tough.

But she would be pleasant and proud and happy for her.

She would!

And she would spy just a little. It was what she did.

Slipping over to her Mama, Dolores set a hand on her arm with a smile and a reassuring grin. They all knew to keep Mama calm incase of a sudden storm. What a horrid first impression. But then there were more animals rushing across the ground and Dolores had to move carefully to avoid them rushing after Ani to help get them calm.

“Food is on the table whenever we’re ready to sit!” Dolores called out ushering the animals away from the couple and Abuela.

AGUSTÍN: Agustín had his reservations about the sheriff, namely that he didn’t seem qualified for the job and that he had to be closer in age to him than to his daughter…which he supposed was fine, with Ines being nearly thirty. Still he had to wonder what he had in common with his daughter beyond good looks. But that wasn’t the point of this evening and nor was Agustín Valera known to be ‘that kind of man’, the kind who was mistrusting and overprotective, and who bristled when you called him by his wife’s surname. Agustín was none of those things both by nature and for optics.

He brought the wine into the dining room with Mirabel and nodded politely at Clayton, before gesturing to Mirabel for her to sit. He picked his spot out between Julieta and Mirabel — figuring Isabela would want to be with Clayton and Alma — and began to pour wine for everyone.

“The first class for the guest of course,” Agustín said, pouring some into Clayton’s glass, then Isabela’s.

ISABELA: Isabela and Clayton chatted with Abuela for a moment, whilst the rest of the family bustled around, but then, it was time to sit down. Isa moved over to her chair, her hand on Clayton’s arm so that she could direct him to the seat next to her, just in case he got stressed about where to sit. It wasn’t necessarily intuitive. And no one sat the same place every night. Sometimes, Isa and Lo sat together so they could gossip about the going ons of the day. Sometimes, it was Camilo and Isa for the same reasons. When Antonio was littler, Isa used to sit next to him to help him with dinner, so the adults could take a break. Sometimes she sat next to Luisa because her sister had had a hard day at work. Sometimes, it was Tio Felix, so that they could discuss the latest episode of whatever telly show they were watching. Or Abuela, when she had something impressive to tell her.

The one constant was that Mira and Isa usually avoided each other. No one commented on it, but it was rather obvious.

Her sister was down at the other end of the table now, thank God. Both her parents as a buffer, so, hopefully, she didn’t say anything nasty. The last thing Isabela needed was for Clayton to think that her family was a handful. There were many of them, but they were chill! Relaxed. Totally normal.

“Thank you all for coming, I know we don’t always get to sit down together, but it means a lot to me and I know it means a lot to William too.” She reached over and put her hand on his arm for a moment.

Abuela, who had taken this time to serve herself, took a bite of her food, which meant the table burst into a flurry of activity as everyone else started passing around the food. (She could see her mother, on Clayton’s other side, eyeing what he put on his plate.)

“So, Senor Clayton, please. Tell us about yourself.” That was Alma, watching him with a keen eye.

CLAYTON: There wasn’t really anything about tonight that was stressing Clayton out as it happened. He had no doubts that he was charming enough to be able to make a good impression, but he was careful to keep himself a step behind Isabela, following her gentle guidance. It wasn’t that he was timid, needing her to point him in the right direction, though if it came across that way he wasn’t sure he would mind. Better that than to put his foot in his mouth. He was a naturally confident person, yes, but he was also used to moving in the same circles. Circles that he understood, and knew how to navigate - this was new to him. And he was smart enough to know when to tread carefully.

He really should’ve become an actor, he thought, as he gave a gentle, gracious smile, looking to Isabela as she placed a hand on his arm and thanked the family for gathering as they had. To be honest, he couldn’t care less; but it was important to her, which meant it had to be important to him.

He waited until everyone else started to pass around the plates, careful to put a little bit of everything on his own. Not that he knew what half of it was, but he also wasn’t particularly fussy. And tonight was about the meal anyways, it was about this: painting a specific picture of himself, so that the family didn’t try to throw too many spanners in the works.

“Well, I grew up in the country, not too far from Oxford. But I’ve actually lived in London most of my life - I was very lucky to get a job straight after I finished my Masters degree, right in the city. I was a journalist for a while, but London was…” He shook his head, considering his words. “It’s not the type of place you settle in, and that was really what I was starting to look for. I had a few friends who had mentioned Swynlake, so I decided to look into it, and,” He smiled, raising his shoulders in a half-shrug. “I never left.”

FÉLIX: The good thing about having been a parent for many years, and about having specifically parented his own children, was that Félix was good at having his eyes on two different things at once (and having eyes in the back of his head at the same time, too, but he wasn’t using those right now). He was busy loading up his plate, making sure Antonio took some of the vegetables as they were passed round and trying to make sure Camillo didn’t take all of the patacones before they’d had a chance to make their way around the table.

But he was also listening to Clayton. Growing up in the countryside, living in London, he wasn’t sure how Alma would feel about any of those things but that comment– wanting to settle. He glanced sideways at Pepa, sharing a look with her. Alma would be happy with that, surely. She wanted stability for Isabela, she wanted someone her eldest grandchild could depend on, right? And it sounded like that was who Clayton was, even if he wasn’t necessarily the person any of them would’ve picked for Isa…

Félix glanced at Alma, trying to gauge her reaction - he spent a lot of his time doing that. And he did remember being in Clayton’s shoes, meeting her for the first time. Félix hadn’t exactly been nervous, because he’d known her since he was just a boy, but it was still sort of scary, to meet her not as a family friend but as Pepa’s boyfriend. She was quite imposing when she wanted to be. Most of the time, in fact.

Félix looked away, passing the plate of tamales to Mirabel.

MIRABEL: Oxford. London. Master’s degree. Mirabel didn’t even need to look at Abuela’s face. She knew that her grandmother was probably overjoyed. Being a journalist was sort of interesting, but Mirabel imagined it was probably for some horribly boring topic, like economics or something. And he wasn’t even doing that anymore, he was the Sheriff.

And, apparently, Isabela’s boyfriend now.

Really, they were perfect for each other. Because they were both so bloody perfect.

She tried to think of something interesting to say, but she imagined Isabela would probably prefer it if she just didn’t. So Mirabel just took a tamale and passed the plate to her father, looking at Clayton the whole time, her expression polite but maybe a little pensive. And then she caught Abuela’s eye— her expression unreadable as always— and wondered if she needed to be more friendly.

“That’s, um, really cool,” Mirabel said on a whim, even though she had just decided she was going to keep quiet. But that was harmless, right?

PEPA: Now, Pepa was impressed! A Masters degree meant he was smart. And so-very English too — that accent! Pepa smiled, taking a sip of her wine and listening to Isa’s boyfriend talk.

They were both so beautiful too. If this was serious — and it was serious, because Isabela would not bring just anyone to family dinner like this — then Isabela would make a most beautiful bride. They’d be a gorgeous couple, with gorgeous children!

Okay — maybe she was getting ahead of herself. But could you blame her? The family needed some good news, especially after all they’d been through. The coup, losing Bruno, the past five years in this small, rainy little town, their magic faltering… the family needed to come together about something joyous. And what was more joyous than love?

Pepa looked fondly at her husband, and reached for his hand.

“Oh, I hope Dolores finds someone as successful as this soon,” she whispered, stroking Felix’s arm.

DOLORES: Growing up in the country, it could be so romantic, Dolores swooned just a little bit, and the fact he didn’t want a big city life, in a way Dolores could make it out to be some Jane Austen type of deal. Meeting in the small city, wanting to stay away from the crowds. A whirlwind romance potentially.

Focused on the story Dolores almost missed the food being passed to her so she could take some, passing it onto the next. A blush coating her cheeks at her Mama’s words. She wanted this too, she really did. She wanted to be swept up in a romance that you were bringing them home to a family dinner.

And not to mention Isa had set the standard very high with the sheriff.

“That sounds lovely, you want to make Swynlake your home then?” Is that good or bad, would they ever go back or would they set up roots just like this.

AGUSTÍN: Agustín sat quietly, not really having anything to add. He wasn’t sure he cared to get to know this man quite yet; but more importantly, thought he’d do better to suss him out by observing. He nodded along as he talked himself up as any man would do meeting his girlfriend’s family for the first time and tried not to think about how this man probably had his Masters degree before he’d achieved his own.

Him, really?

Ay, he seemed like a respectable man. He was trying to be positive, open, and not so protective of his little girl who was a grown woman now, but…he knew Isabela was dating with the intention of marriage within a couple years. Alma didn’t always say it in so many words but she certainly expected Isa and Lo to marry sooner rather than much later. He hoped Isabela didn’t feel pressured to make it happen, that she’d just go with the flow and know when the time was right.

Still, he knew she preferred to date seriously, with her future in mind. He liked that about his eldest daughter; that she was careful, calculated, and took steps to meet her ultimate goals.

Only, hm. When he pictured meeting a future son-in-law, he pictured a man…at least young enough to be his hermanito Danilo’s age.

He supposed if Isabela was happy and being treated well he could get used to it! Yes, surely he would.

ISABELA: “Yes, what a good question, mi vida,” Abuela said before looking back at Clayton with sharp, alert eyes. “Do you intend to make Swynlake home?”

She had been sitting quietly whilst her family prattled on. Despite being the matriarch, Abuela Alma could be rather sparse. She preferred to observe. And you could always feel the way that she watched you. Isabela felt the weight of her gaze now and made sure to straighten her shoulders so that she would not crumble underneath it. She smiled and looked at Clayton herself, curious what he had to say.

It had never occurred to her that Clayton may not want to stay in Swynlake. His home was elsewhere after all, and there was nothing keeping him from it. Not like Isabela. She wondered if she married him…would she ever be able to go home? Would he want to move into Casita the way she always imagined her husband would? Just like her Papa and Tio had?

There was no point in thinking about that now. They had to survive the interrogation first.

CLAYTON: Oh, but there was such an easy answer to this question. Honestly, he didn’t even have to try.

He had played the role of the good boyfriend before. The doting boyfriend, the almost-too-good boyfriend. Being charming was like any other talent - some were born with a natural capability for it, but it still needed to be worked at to be perfected. And Clayton had worked at it. He had put hours and hours into it.

(Of course, playing the good boyfriend was often extremely tedious and boring. He preferred it when he got to play the bad boyfriend. The bring-him-home-to-piss-off-your-parents boyfriend. He’d done that a few times, when he was younger, and it was always so much more fun.)

“I like to think I already have,” He answered simply, smiling at Alma. “And now, especially, I can’t imagine why I’d want to leave.”

He looked at Isabela for a moment, placing his hand over hers, squeezing gently.

FÉLIX: He squeezed his wife’s hand gently, smiling at her. Glanced at Dolores in his periphery, just for a moment, wondering if she had heard. Knowing that she probably would have. He didn’t want her to feel any pressure, of course not! But Pepa was right. It would be nice if Dolores could find herself someone who seemed as successful and well put together as the Sheriff. Someone as devoted, too!

Because he did seem so devoted. Félix looked at his wife again, eyebrows arching for a moment in silent communication, a little smile on his lips. Oh, yes, it all seemed very serious! And Félix was sure that was just the answer Abuela was wanting to hear. Honestly, it was like he was reading aloud from a script, almost. It was perfect! Was it too perfect?

Félix wondered for a fraction of a second about the uneasy feeling that crept over him, until he noticed Antonio slipping scraps of meat to the badger that was sitting underneath his chair. Félix hissed at him to cut it out, thoroughly distracted again.

MIRABEL: Now that Mirabel was over her initial annoyance at just how picture-perfect Isa and her new boyfriend were and the conversation had moved into this lovey-dovey shit, Mirabel was starting to get bored.

She didn’t want anything crazy to happen, because that would be stressful, but she wished this were a normal family dinner when everyone wasn’t on their best behavior. Was this going to be the new normal whenever the Sheriff was around? All these manners and polite conversation?

The thought was very depressing.

Mirabel heard Tío Félix’s scolding and smiled at Antonio, though she didn’t dare egg him on. She just had to get through the rest of this dinner.

PEPA: At the mention of home, Pepa’s heart panged.

She missed her home — she missed every place she’d ever called home. She missed Avalor, where she had spent most her life. And when she allowed herself, she let herself miss Colombia. Sometimes, late at night, she squeezed her eyes shut very tight and remembered running through the grass with her siblings and picking flowers to give Felix.

Around her, it began to mist slightly.

She cleared her throat, trying to think of happier things — the last thing this evening needed was a rainstorm!

So she thought of smiling Isabela. She thought of Swynlake. This was home now. It was grey and cloudy and cold more often than not, but Casita still stood strong, and her family still shared a meal together. And if Clayton and Isabela got married then, well, this would be home even more! They were resilient, the Madrigals, and Pepa knew they could weather any storm.

“And what a lovely place to call a home!” chimed Pepa. She giggled, hoping that any clouds gathering around her would disperse with her laughter.

DOLORES: Good. That meant Isa was staying here, with her, with her family. Dolores wasn’t sure what she would do if another one of her family members left without the intent to come back. It was why when Mirabel left it was easier to handle since she would be back sooner than later.

Maybe if they could go home, Clayton would join them as well.

But for now this was enough to settle any other worries for now.

Issue one dealt with.

CLAYTON: Well, it seemed like that had been the correct answer, at the very least.

He supposed it wasn’t wrong. He had made Swynlake a home, and truly, he had no plans to leave it. Why would he? He had the town under his thumb for the most part, and now he was securing for himself a match that meant when the old man did finally kick the bucket, he would have someone to manage the house, so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the sodding thing. He might have to move back there for a few months, whilst things got settled and everyone got into the swing of having a new Baron in charge of the place, but it would still only be temporary.

Though he wasn’t sure he could ever call a place home for too long. At some point he’d grow tired of playing policeman and the game in the forest would dry up and then he’d be forced to look for somewhere else. Until then, however, this was very much his home, and he had no plans to change that.

“My thoughts exactly,” He said, directing a smile at Pepa before he looked at Isabela again, attempting to gauge her reaction.

ISABELA: Isabela had not actually thought about that. To ask it. To know what his plans were. He was the sheriff. Of course he was planning to stay here. And Isabela had simply just always thought that whoever she married would move into Casita with her. It was big enough. Whoever her husband was, Casita would make room for them. Quite literally. There had never been another thought about it for her. It simply was.

But now, she realized it was not guaranteed. Maybe whoever she married wouldn’t want to live in Casita. Maybe they would have obligations elsewhere. Maybe they wouldn’t want to be in Swynlake. The idea had struck her so forcefully that she’d actually sprouted a few daisies in her hair that she managed to brush off with a simple smile as Clayton had answered.

Plus, it seemed as if he was saying that she was part of the reason to stay. Which made her very happy indeed. She smiled more broadly, pleased with Clayton’s reply.

“Aye, it is a good home,” Abuela agreed.

Isabela felt her grandmother’s eyes on her and turned towards her. Abuela gave her a small, single nod. Isabela straightened her shoulders in her seat as the conversation around them picked up again. She felt as if she had won the night. Everything was going exactly as she wanted.

#swynclayton #swynagustin #swynpepa #swynfelix #swyndolores #swynmirabel #claybela #isagus #belpepa #isabix #lola and lala #mirabela #la familia madrigal #meet the madrigals

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☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─── 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚉 : 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 .

a set of thought provoking questions based around character development . send a blue emoji to explore more about your characters .

🦋 » what would your character do if they knew they could not fail ?

Less than knowing she couldn’t fail, I think if Indie knew she wouldn’t get hurt she’d more honest about her feelings to everyone. Obviously, it would be easier to confess how she feels about Brady but she’s also pretty closed off to everyone, not in a ‘ i’ll never tell you anything ever ’ kinda way, but only telling half-truths and constantly acting like nothing ever gets to her. Her family has this perception of her being this incredibly strong, independent, individual and though they crucified her for it when she was younger, they’ve come to expect that of her especially considering she’s her grandfather’s primary caretaker. She’s also the “fun” prima, the cool one, the one who brings the fun and never takes things too seriously. They’re also never shy to let her know what they think of how many partners she’s seen with and she feels like she has to act like she doesn’t care or those who have treated her poorly “win”. She wants to tell her family how stuff like that hurts her feelings, but she’s scared about what happens after being realize she’s more made out of glass than she is stone.

💙 » name 3 things your character is grateful for .

Her grandfather, bandmates, and Brady or whatever.

💧 » when was the last time your character did something for the first time ?

Ever since her grandfather got admitted she takes him out on supervised visits to all the places they couldn’t afford when she was growing up. From restaurant, museums, even just booking a suite at a hotel and going down the room service orders together. She has a entire moments story dedication on her instagram to all the things they do together. Her favorite was going with him to visit Panama City, Panama where he’s from and where her mother was born. She made an event of it and brought along all the tias, tios, and primas. They always promised that her first time in the city would be together, she just wishes their trip could have been longer and can’t wait to go back.

🐟 » what does your character’s voice sound like ? do they tend to use simple or worldly vocabulary ?

Lowertoned, always a little raspy especially when singing, normally speaks relatively slowly unless she’s y’know pissed. In the day to day she’s very simple word usage but when she’s talking about what she’s passionate about or something that she’s thought about for awhile it’s absolutely very wordly and could go on forever. It’s one of the moments people realize how smart she actually is, or at the very least emotionally intellectual but only as a concept. She does not know how to talk about her own feelings don’t ask her please she’ll deflect. Also slips in and out of Spanish so easy, doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Unless she’s angry, suddenly she only knows how to speak in spanish.

🦕 » what is something your character wishes they could go back into the past and redo ?

The entirety of her love life. Truthfully, even if she could go back to the start she wouldn’t have confessed to Brady because he was still in a very committed relationship and she was still very sure she was too wild too crazy for him BUT she would have ( at the very least ) stop the trend of going for the first person who told her three nice things and demanded to see her. She also would have believed someone when they told her who they were instead of pushing forward as if her affection and care for them would change them. Indie has a very habit of believing that things getting hard/starting to hurt isn’t a good excuse to give up because growing up she had to deal with worse and if the love can be saved she should try. Very much would like to stop believing that.

📘 » what is a memory that makes your character feel proud ? describe the memory .

Surprisingly, Indie wasn’t always as forthcoming with her music. She started writing songs in the sixth grade when she joined the choir, and it wasn’t like she was shy about the fact she could sing, but getting her first instrument and learning to play was something that felt personal. It made her scared to share it with other people. Her abuelo actually caught her practicing on accident and asked to hear her play, and despite many voice cracks, very cringey 12 year old lyrics, and a few slip ups on the guitar, she played through her entire ( very short ) first original song. It really was his encouragement that kept her pushing through but she’s still proud of it and it’s one of the only times she can remember being willingly vulnerable with someone she was close with.

👕 » what’s in your character’s handbag / briefcase / pockets ?

At least two or three notebooks, sunglasses bc yknow she’s a celebrity or whatever, a silk scarf or bandana incase she needs to wrap her hair up, a power bank as she is very much attached to her phone, wallet duh, chapstick / lipstick, wax pen, compact mirror, pens and pencils lots of them, planner she’s bad at keeping up with, mexican candies always.

🫐 » is your character proud of who they are ? describe an achievement or moment they are proud of .

Career wise, and family wise she’s very proud of who she is. She’s recognized as a great producer and lyricist even getting the chance to write from some of her own favorite artists and not to mention the awards and tours are a definite help at making her feel like she’s been doing it right. Within her family she’s happy that she’s able to provide for them in the way they didn’t have when she was growing up, she’s always there for them when they need her and is getting her abuelo the best care she can. Introspectively, not doing so great. There’s a lot about herself she wants to change. Not so proud there.

🧊 » what does your character first notice about another individual ?

Saying their looks would be the easy cop out because she’s a whore but realistically it’s their laugh. When she was growing up, there were nights that the only thing that got her family through was sharing jokes and cracking up at each other so laughter and being able to laugh is very important to her.

🏙 » what does your character value more –– creativity or practicality ?

CREATIVITY when tf has this bitch ever been practical ? She’s also just very impulsive so practicality would have never worked for this idiot.

🌧 » describe a time your character did something even though they were scared .

Having to move to LA to record Make Happy’s first album was definitely the scariest thing she’s ever done because she was going to be away from her family who had been her biggest and only supporters growing up. As strong willed as she is, being away from them for so long was still terrifying but it was like her grandpa wanted that opportunity for her more than she did and she couldn’t turn it away.

💍 » what is your character’s favourite gift that they’ve received ?

The first “keyboard” her abuelo ever got her. It was an electric 37 key children’s piano he had thrifted, and the sound was just slightly off and muffled but she practiced on it every single night. Constantly spending whatever change she could find on more batteries for it. She still has it even though it doesn’t work anymore, she’ll never get rid of it.

🌊 » how old does your character feel on the inside , and why ?

Most closely to a young adult ? At least as it pertains to her love life like every love is the greatest love and every heartbreak is indicative of who she is. Also in the sense of the way she just can’t seem to stop making mistakes and then refusing to learn from them and continuing to make the same mistakes over and over.

💎 » does your character feel they have passed up chances that they presently regret ? describe what they were .

Multiple times she’s had chances to tell Brady how she felt and then y’know didn’t because of her own fear that he wouldn’t want her in the same way and then she wouldn’t have him at all. As time went on and continues to go on and they go round and round she regrets not telling him sooner even if the answer would have been no because at least then she could have had some sense of closure. Yet, she still so badly wants it to be here at the end of the day so she’s still hoping time will lead them there in her own selfish way.

#☁️ ⠀ ⠀ INDIE RODRIGUEZ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ INTROSPECTION .#i said i was gonna do this for more than one charrie #and id rather delete my account <3 #teehee

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Chapter 1: “The American Dream no es para todos” (Part 2)

I haven’t seen them since. From that moment on, I knew we had grown apart. We used to find fun despite the lack of toys, cardboard box houses were mansions, string phones were direct lines to outer space, and lack of luxuries never meant lack of happiness, now they were disgusted with their past. They made sure people perceived they were the embodiment of the American Dream. Sami’s Instagram posts were always of her traveling, my older primo’s feed constantly showcased his caro del año and beautiful gated community. They wanted to make sure the past was buried, wipe away the brown that dripped sweat and tears to gain their permanent smiles. I was silent throughout most of the broadcast but there were certain parts of Trump’s speech that tattooed themselves onto my brain:

Quoted from Trump’s Announcement speech:

“When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists”

“It’s coming from more than Mexico. It’s coming from all over South and Latin America, and it’s coming probably— probably— from the Middle East—Islamic terrorism is eating up large portions of the Middle East. They’ve become rich. I’m in competition with them…”

“That’s right. A lot of people up there can’t get jobs. They can’t get jobs, because there are no jobs, because China has our jobs and Mexico has our jobs. They all have jobs”

“They’re building up their military to a point that is very scary. You have a problem with ISIS. You have a bigger problem with China. And, in my opinion, the new China, believe it or not, in terms of trade, is Mexico”

“...Remember Obama a year ago, Yemen was a great victory. Two weeks later, the place was blown up. Everybody got out— and they kept our equipment. They always keep our equipment. We ought to send used equipment, right?---We ought to send some real junk, because, frankly— We’re always losing this gorgeous brand-new stuff—Saudi Arabia without us is gone. They’re gone”

After he was elected president, the energy in my tia’s basement shifted. My mother and another prima of mine started bursting into tears while mi Tia Gaby hugged them tightly. “Con diosito todo va estar bien” she kept repeating to them. Through the weeps mi prima Carmen would murmur “tengo miedo” and my other two cousins from Cali silently snickered while taking pictures and posting the results. Linda and my tio embraced each other and repeated “Ahora si va ver cambio” mi tio Luis sarcastically replied “si pero para peor!” and they didn’t come back to visit anymore after that. We invited them to Christmas, New Years, then to cut la Rosca de Reyes where mi tia would make her infamous pozole y mole de pollo. My mom and tias stopped insisting my tio to come after that but I know mi Tia Gaby misses him the most. Four years later in 2020, after Trump was due out of office, she enlarged an old family picture where we were together as kids, happy, not with much, but all together.

#inequality #election #politics #testimony #america #american history #us politics #trump #donald trump #obama #democracy #voting #residence #citizenship #american #mexican #culture #cultural history #family

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I wonder what the chances are for a male villain in the third movie but I wouldn't mind another female villain then trolls would be the first Trilogy to have all female villans

#trolls 3 #happyqueenandgrumpydork #my boyfriend a ghost #tio and tia come to visit #return to the dragon lands #trip to the troll canyon #aunt pearl #my luck changed when i started a secret relationship with my favorite idol #robot girlfriend #the vice president made me her rival #rise of gargoyles #love lessons from a girl and the student council president #perfect girlfriend #my 8 foot tall amazonian bride #the greatest show

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Beauty & The Seven Foot Frame

Villain!Bruno X Reader

Chapter Twelve

In case you missed chap eleven

CHAPTER THIRTEEN OUT NOW

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The next morning y/n woke up confused, wondering where she was. All at once the events of last night replayed in her head.

Y/n walked over to her pillow and pulled out the vision. “You knew!” Bruno’s eyes widened as he realized what she held in her hand “y/n I can explain it!” y/n sighed and threw the vision on the bed “you knew we were supposed to get married! You knew and you still ignored me and were rude to me!” Bruno sighed and watched as y/n paced the room while talking.

“I was scared y/n!” y/n scoffed and looked at him. “And I wasn’t! This whole marriage I believed that we were in the same boat, experiencing marriage together but I guess I was wrong. Because you knew!” y/n walked over to him and pointed her finger into his chest.

“You knew this the whole time bruno!” Y/n felt her eyes get glossy. “I trusted you! I told you everything, and you promised that you didn’t have any secrets!” Bruno looked down at y/n who had mixed emotions of sadness and anger. “Y/n Listen, I was gonna tell you!” Y/n scoffed at him “Oh yeah when, on our deathbed Bruno?” he looked away from y/n who sighed and gathered her clothes and walked out of his tower.

Y/n felt a tear roll down her face. She quickly wiped it away and got up from her bed and got ready for the day. Once she was fully dressed she walked out to her family's kitchen, where all of her family was except her mama, Veronica, and a few of her tios.

“Good morning everyone!” y/n greeted. Fernando, who was drinking his coffee, quickly spat it out upon seeing his sister back at their house. “What are you doing here?” He asked y/n as he wiped his mouth. “I’m-!” “She’s staying here for a bit!” Veronica said as she walked out of her and victor’s room.

“Y/n come help us then!” One of y/n’s tia’s said as she cooked breakfast. “Yes tia Gabriella!” y/n rushed over and helped her tias make breakfast.

“Buneos dias everyone.” y/n’s mama said flatly. A few replies of “morning” were said. Esperanza noticed y/n in the kitchen cooking with her tias “Y/n?” y/n tensed up and turned around to face her mama.

“Hi mama…” y/n knew the amount of questions that would be asked by her mama. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with your husband and his family!” y/n saw Veronica stand up from her chair, ready to defend her younger sister. “I wanted to visit you all, I missed you guys!” y/n told her mama calmly trying not to upset her by her choice of words. Esperanza said nothing in return and just sat down for breakfast.

After breakfast y/n went with her siblings to the bakery. On the way there y/n noticed it was very cloudy that morning. At the bakery y/n had been helping Veronica with the register. While the others got ready to open, y/n told Veronica the whole story of what had happened last night.

“So he knew about you two getting married this whole time?” Veronica whispered to y/n as victor, alejandro and fernando walked by the sisters. “Yes!” y/n nodded at her sister. “What are you gonna do n-!” Veronica was cut off by the bell above the bakery’s door. “Ah y/n here these are for you mi cielito!” Dante handed y/n a big bouquet of flowers she liked as a child. “Oh um thank you dante! That’s very kind of you…” y/n gave him a forced smile and looked away.

Dante leaned forward and hugged y/n. Which caught her off guard. “If you ever need anything mi cielito just know i’m only across the way! Alright?” Dante held y/n’s chin. “Of course dante!” y/n moved away from dante.

After dante left the bakery victor and the twins started bursting out laughing and mocked dante “if you need anything i'm only across the way mi cielito!” Alejandro acted like he was Dante and victor acted as if he was y/n. Their jokes made y/n smile.

Y/n joined in during some of the jokes throughout the day. Y/n laughed as she walked out of the bakery for her break, still thinking of a joke Veronica made. Y/n walked around the marketplace she had noticed two people arguing in an alleyway. Not wanting to be roped into whatever that was y/n just walked away and walked to her cousin’s shop they had where they sold fabrics.

“Hi prima!” Julio, one of y/n’s cousins, greeted her as she looked around the store “hi julio, how much is this?” y/n asked her cousin as she held up a dark green fabric. “Well since we’re related i’ll say one box of sopapillas!” y/n laughed and nodded at her cousin “alright it’s a deal, here hold my fabric please” y/n told her cousins as she walked towards the bakery to get a box of sopapillas “AND DON’T LET ANYONE TAKE IT JULIO OR I’M TELLING YOUR MAMA!” y/n playfully threatened her older cousin.

Y/n quickly grabbed a box and ran back to her cousin's shop. “Here tak- take it!” y/n said out of breath from running back so quickly. “Pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. madrigal!” y/n internally whined at her cousin’s words but didn’t show it on the outside. “Thank you julio!” y/n walked to her family's home and put away her fabric before going back to the bakery.

Y/n worked with her family in the bakery till it was time to close up. y/n had forgotten how tiresome it was to work at the bakery all day.

The five Riveras walked back home in time for dinner. It was a typical dinner in the Rivera household, babies crying for food, brother and sister in laws trying to help their in-laws with dinner, tias gossiping, the twins fighting over a seat. It was official y/n had missed the chaos of the dinners.

Everything was okay til y/n had noticed her mama was missing from the table. She brushed it off thinking maybe her mama was tired and went to bed early. Y/n excused herself from the table where all of the riveras sat and gambled with each other.

Y/n walked to her room and decided to sew to keep her busy. She pulled out her supplies and got to work on making a coat for herself.

While y/n sewed her coat, A fuming esperanza came into her room and yelled at her. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET YOU ARRANGED INTO A MARRIAGE Y/N Y/M/N RIVERA!” y/n flinched not expecting her mother to yell at her. “WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE CASITA Y/N?” y/n looked down. “Because he lied to me mama…” y/n said quietly. Esperanza let out a deep sigh and rubbed her forehead and started pacing around y/n’s room. “Why couldn’t you’ve been like your sister? She had suitors lined up at the door! And look at you! I finally got you arranged and what do you do? You go and mess it up!” y/n felt a tear roll down her face.

Y/n put her head down as her mind kept replaying “why couldn’t you’ve been like your sister?” y/n looked up and saw her mama still ranting about her. “Why you! We have other Rivera girls who would be a perfect wife to her son…Why did they choose you!” y/n stood up and walked out of her room. As y/n walked out her room she saw her whole family listening.

Y/n wiped her tears and walked out of the house and walked around the now dimly lit up streets of the encanto.

y/n found herself at the river, where she had told Bruno everything and when they took the girls to get their energy out. Y/n sat down by the river and looked up and saw the stars shining.

“Why me papa? Why couldn’t I’ve been like veronica?” y/n said as she looked up at the stars. She could feel tears falling down her face “Veronica has a good husband and a child! Then- then look at me I have nothing! I can’t seem to be a perfect wife for bruno…please help me papa!” y/n cried.

Unbeknown to y/n a figure approached from behind her.

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A/N: I Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please give me feedback on the series! I love reading everyones comments! And thank you all for being so nice about my writing! Ok that’s all I hope you all have a nice day/night <33

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okimnerdy · 2 years

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summary: For ten years, Mirabel sat on the sidelines and watched as the family flourished without her. They used to treat her as fragile, fragile like glass, and locked her away for “safety.” Though how long can you hit glass before it breaks?

An Encanto AU

note: I am not a native spanish speaker, so I try to keep the language usage to a minimum as I do not want to use anything incorrectly. If I did with the minimal I did use, please let me know so that I can fix it. Thank you.

A/N: Well, here we are. The final chapter. Don’t mistake this as I won’t be visiting this AU again because I have a lot more planned to show and explain. If you guys have any questions or any ideas of things that could happen, my inbox is always open. Thank you all for sticking around and reading!

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Chapter 5 - Let Me Make You Proud

Bruno and Mirabel surveyed the damage their anger and upset created last night. The young girl got all teary eyed at the sight of the broken home.

“None of this is your fault,” Pedro assured as he walked Alma down the staircase. “I had my own anger to work through and with being tied to Casita, it affected her as well. While things can’t be completely fixed to the way it was before, you can try to get close.”

He heard footsteps running up the pathway, seeing the rest of the family come up.

“I think it’s time for me to go.” Mirabel went to say something, but he stopped her. “There’s no need for me to stick around anymore. I think it’s time for me to return to the shadows. You got this Mirabel. I believe in you.”

“It was nice meeting you, Abuelo.”

“I’m glad I got to meet you,” Bruno smiled. “Now I have something to hold over them.”

“Papi, be nice.”

The two of them turned away to give Alma a moment to say a final goodbye as Mirabel was swept up into Julieta’s arms.

“Oh mija,” she whispered, the word now feeling odd to Mirabel coming from her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, Tia. A little emotionally damaged, but okay.” Julieta looked up at her brother, her shock split in half between his return and Mirabel knowing. “Someone kind of let it slip when the whole mess started.”

“Honestly,” Bruno said, “I’m surprised she took to calling me Papi so quickly. I would’ve been okay to just be your Tio.”

“It felt right.”

“Well, I’m glad there is at least one secret out there.” Julieta gestured for the rest of the family to come over. “I think all of us have things to fix with both of you.”

Peps ran herself into Bruno’s arms and hugged him tight. He just let it be, knowing that it would be harder to make her stop. It was nice to actually see her emotions uninhibited.

Camilo put his prima into her own hug, apologizing over and over that he should have done something all those years ago. She held him tight before she felt that something was off. Pulling away, she took a good look at him.

“Is this what you really look like?” He nodded with a shy smile. “I knew something wasn't right when I saw you from the windows! I thought I was crazy! Ha! How’s it feel? Being in your own skin, I mean?”

“It feels good. I feel like me again.” He kicked the ground. "I guess I instinctively tried to look like you, so I didn't forget you."

"You could've always looked up. I was almost always at the window."

"Move over Camillo! Sisters coming through!"

Camilo took off as Luisa and Isabella came in with tight hugs. Once again, there was an overabundance of apologies. She had to assure them that there was no true need, but they were appreciated.

“No, you deserve every apology and more,” Isabella said. “I’m the older sister, I’m supposed to look out for you and I sat by and did nothing.”

“Isa’s right,” Luisa gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “We should’ve stood up to Abuela the minute she started dragging you to the tower.”

“The past can’t be changed, but the future can be. I learned that from Papi while we were stewing in our own grief.” The older girls looked confused. “How did you guys not know that I was basically adopted by Tia Julieta? I mean, you were old enough to know.”

"You were a small baby. Mama explained it as she didn't know she was pregnant until she went into labor." Luisa explained

"We’ve seen you as our sister since day one, Mira.” Isabella smiled down at her. “We will always see you as our sister, no matter what.”

Bruno finally pulled away from Pepa to see Mirabel and her sisters. His face softened as Mirabel held them close. He walked over and put his hands on her shoulders, slightly breaking the embrace.

“Come on,” he started to pull her away. “Sun’s coming up, and we’ve got to clean up quite a bit.”

The two looked at the crumbled house and the cracked pathways. A bit of guilt covered their faces before hearing more footsteps come up the pathway. Many of the villagers came carrying tools and supplies, greeting the family as they set everything down.

“Señora Guzman,” Alma said, moving to the front of the crowd, “what are you doing here?”

“All of us started gathering all of the necessary supplies when we saw the house collapse last night,” the elderly woman explained. “My Mariano gathered as many people as he could to help clearing today and construction tomorrow.”

“Well, we best get started as soon as we can then.” Alma reached out for Mirabel and Bruno. “Though first, I’d like to re-introduce my youngest granddaughter and her father.”

Mariano stood next to his mother and looked down at Mirabel. He had always seen a face looking down from the back tower when he came to visit Isabella, hoping to court her. It was nice to finally meet the family's little guardian.

“Welcome back.”

Cleanup happened very slowly since Luisa had lost her gift, but they had a majority of the bulk cleared away by sunset. The main construction would begin in the morning, starting with the main patio. Looking over the plans drafted, Alma made sure that there would be no more halls for her son to hide in. Mirabel had a good laugh from it.

The families were scattered among the village for housing. Alma stayed with the Guzmans, Julieta and her family roomed with the few members of Agustin’s family who moved over, and Pepa and her family stayed with Toledos up the road. Bruno had made the choice for him and Mirabel, knocking on the door to the only tailor shop in town.

A short, elderly woman opened the door with a green shawl wrapped around her. Her eyes widened upon seeing him before she reached up to caress his face.

“Oh Bruno, so good to see you after all of these years,” she cooed. “Come in, come in. I heard about what happened to your home, so I hope you remember me saying that you’re always welcome here.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m here Mama Reina,” he chuckled. “That, and I want to introduce you to your granddaughter.” He pulled Mirabel forward. “Mama, this is Mirabel.”

Mama Reina stared up at Mirabel, sadness in her eyes.

“You look just like my Mireya. Tell me, do you enjoy sewing?” Mirabel nodded. “You must show me what you’ve made. Our family could always use another seamstress.”

“Of course, Abuela,” Mirabel said. “In exchange, could you tell me more about mama? Papi only told me so much.”

Bruno watched with a full heart as Mama Reina led her up to the housing section before raking his eyes over the photos on the mantle. His heart grew heavy as he spotted pictures of his Mireya and the ring he proposed to her with, locked away in a glass box. He knew that she was watching with a smile, knowing that her little girl was loved and cherished by the family she always wanted.

Construction took about a month to complete, faster than anyone expected. Guess that’s what they mean when they say, “it takes a village.”

The family looked to the completed casita with somber expressions as Alma stood by Mirabel’s side.

“It’s weird seeing it from the outside,” Mirabel said, “but I like it.”

“It’s not as perfect as it once was,” Abuela sighed.

“Yeah, but neither are we.”

The two shared a chuckle.

“What is it, Abuela?”

“All of us talked, and we want you to put on the finishing touch.” Antonio appeared in Mirabel’s vision, holding a small item up to her. “To give you the ceremony you deserve.”

She took hold of the golden doorknob, the letter ‘M’ embossed on the face. Looking up, she saw the whole family lined along either side and sending her their widest smiles. Her Papi stood next to the front door, wide smile on his face.

As she made it to the door, she could feel her chest tighten and her heart race. Though the magic was gone, she was scared this would all disappear again. A hand dropped on to her shoulder and she saw Abuelo give her one last smile before fading away. He gave her the strength to place the knob in the door.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then a bright glow radiated from the doorknob and spread over the house. The dull bricks came alive with color and flowers bloomed over the walls and in pots. The door was now carved with the members of the Madrigal Family with Mirabel and Bruno at the center. Above the door, a window opened and waved at Mirabel.

"Hola Casita!" She said with tear filled eyes. Pedro appeared in the window a moment later, waving down. "Hola Abuelo!"

The family looked at the window confused before Bruno started to laugh. Mirabel's eyes were glowing a bright green, matching his own. His little girl had her own gift after all of these years. Pedro had gifted her with a stronger connection to him and Casita, knowing she'd use it to help the family heal.

With a wave of his hand, the tiles under the family's feet brought them through the open door of their rebuilt home. The gifts returned one by one, all being used in joy rather than obligation.

Pepa and Felix danced in their own little storm, not caring how soaked they got. Isabella created new plants around the courtyard, not caring that her dress was stained by the pigments. Camilo reintroduced himself to everyone as he was while Antonio had his animals push Luisa into a hammock. Julieta got busy with cooking again, finding comfort in her space at the stove while Agustin helped Alma to a seat.

Mirabel looked down at her family from the balcony. Her Papí stood next to her with the silver candle and a match.

"Gotta have a symbol for the next ceremony, right?" He asked.

"Next ceremony?" She looked down once more. "Who's?"

He pointed to the archway near the dining room. Dolores stood there with Mariano Guzman, smiling and laughing. Isabella perked from behind a pillar and used a cube to push her prima closer to him. Both blushed, but didn't make a move to separate.

"Your Abuela wanted him to marry Isabella, but after some family talks and getting everything off of her chest, she eased up. Also, that means two of my visions have conclusions; one was right and one was adjusted. All thanks to you.”

Mirabel could only smile at the idea of the next gift ceremony. The future was unknown right now, something not even her Papi’s predictions could narrow down.

She took the candle and lit the match. Taking a deep breath, she lit the flame and held it in her hands. Bruno's hand covered her left as Pedro's green, ghostly hand covered the other. They watched as a beautiful butterfly was carved in the body with red detail work. A new era was here for the family Madrigal.

They may have a long way to go before all of the cracks are healed, but with Mirabel there to guide them, they were all at a good start.

As the night grew longer, the party drew to its end and everyone retired to their rooms. There was laughter and cheers as everyone got to choose their own rooms and saw their new carvings.

Camilo looked over at Mirabel, a bit of a heartache when he saw her eyes. There was want and pain, but also pride. He went to open his door when a glow caught his eye. Abuela's door had moved to the other end of the house after she entered, so what was this about? It didn't have the golden glow like everyone else's, but a bright white.

It looks like she saw it too as she made her way to the tower. He saw her freeze and stare before wringing her hands in nervousness.

"Dolores," he whispered, knowing she'd hear. His sister popped out of her room and gasped at what he pointed at. "It's about time, right?"

"It really is. Come on, let's give them this moment."

The siblings entered their own rooms with smiles on their faces.

Mirabel couldn't stop staring at the door. She had been all too ready to stay in the tower, giving her Papí company in that lonely space.

"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Pedro appeared at her side. "I mean, Casita and I didn't put a lot of energy to move your Abuela's room for nothing."

"But Abuela's still the acting matriarch, so I shouldn't be in charge just yet," she explained as Bruno looked to see where he would be standing.

"Alma and I spoke about that just before I left the first time. You deserve your own room, and being the next candle bearer, she gave up her spot." She took a deep breath. "She's going to be teaching you the basics about running the village and the family while you get to put your own spin on it as time goes on."

"You guys think I'm ready for all of this?"

"Alma doesn't have too many years left and wants to make sure that her family is taken care of. After everything you all went through, she said that she couldn't imagine anyone else taking over for her."

Pedro wrapped his arms around her, his spectral like form still feeling like a real hug to her.

"I've seen what you can do, Mirabel. Besides, you've always been my favorite."

"So, you're sticking around?" She chuckled.

"Just until you don't need me anymore."

The little duo chuckled before Bruno held his hand out for her.

"I don't know what he said to you, but he made you laugh and that's all I care about. Now come on," she took his hand, "let's open that door."

#encanto #encanto au #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #shattered glass au - encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #pedro madrigal

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fainee · 2 years

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Hi can I have one where the reader is a madrigal and when they get their gift the family (including Bruno this is post movie) and they think they don’t have a gift but the door is still there and when they swap with their tia pepa’s gift they realized that she can swap gifts to themselves and others bonus points if they think they completely stole it from her

Aaaa, that's an awesome idea! I hope I don't get it wrong. Bad English warning, please correct me if I'm wrong with my spelling.

- So basically, you're Y/N Madrigal and I see you as Julieta and Augustin's daughter. - When Casita starts cracking, you are a couple months younger than Antonio, so you, Mirabel and Antonio have been like best friends since you were born. - When Antonio got his gift, the two of you spent so much time together in his room that nobody saw you around 24/7. - The first time you met your Tio Bruno, you were so scared of him that you hid behind Antonio. "D-did I do anything wrong?" "No, she's scared because Camilo told her that you're 7 feet tall and evil."

"Oh." - But when time passed, you started to literally adore him, especially his "acting." - When everything returns to normal, you have your own ceremony, but as you touch your door... Nothing happens. But not exactly like with Mirabel. The door stayed, but there was no picture of you with your gift. Nobody understands what just happened. As you all entered, it was a normal, large room with paintings of all the Madrigals on the walls. "Maybe you will write our familia history one day, mi vida, "said Alma to cheer you up. Days passed, but nothing happened, and you still didn't do much. So everyone got back to their lives and thought that you're like Mirabel; you just don't have a gift. But after a couple of years, the situation starts to change... - You've been playing with Antonio, and as you were running, you stumbled and landed on Tia Pepa. "¡Pilas! What are you doing Y/N?!" "Tia, I'm so sorry... Wait you're not angry?" "Of course, I'm! I'm literally thunde-" she reaches for her hand to show them her cloud, but... there wasn't even one. "Huh?" She quickly looked at her door, but her name and the picture disappeared. You were truly petrified. Is all of this starting to happen again? Magic is fading? Suddenly, you felt cold snow on your cheeks.

Plus your door started to change and you see yourself with Pepa powers. "How do you do that? You... ladrón! You stole my gift!" "I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!" -The entire familia gathers to talk. Everyone was shocked. "So you can take our gifts?" "I think so..." Pepa grabbed your hand and said that you must give her powers back as it was your fault. Bruno started to defend you and grabbed your arm, that you will feel better. Instantly, something weird happened. Pepa's eyes started to glow green, and above Bruno's head appeared grey clouds. So you all know what happened after that. Chaos - So you can swap your family's gifts, that's your job. It's not as useless as you first thought. Family members are often just tired of their gifts.

Dolores loves coming to your room and finally lying in bed in quiet. Luisa can rest and finally sleep without constant energy in her veins.

Camilo loves it when he's trying to change and still see his face. He can see real Camilo Madrigal.

Isabella can feel normal and, for the first time, average like town people. That's mean a lot to her.

Antonio can finally hear how birds sing and lions roar, without knowing their problems.

Julieta's wound can be healed by her daughter.

Pepa can cool down and finally control her emotions.

Bruno doesn't have to look at someone else's future and feel bad about it.

And Mirabel.

Mirabel can feel what it is like to have a gift. She likes to visit you when someone else is resting, taking their powers for a day. And everybody is finally happy.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #the madrigals #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #reader insert #camilo madrigal #casita #julieta madrigal #augustin madrigal #felix madrigal

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miramilocamimira · 2 years

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2k22 Let Mirabel Swear

{tw violence, blood mention, beating people up, suicidal thoughts, death threats, google translate Spanish, cursing/swearing, xlet me know if I missed any and I’ll fix it}

He didn’t know what to do. How could he ever think it’d be easy to come back. Everyone hated him.

He coughed up some blood as the guy above Bruno kicked him into the wall. “You were the reason she left me!” The man roared. Bruno’s vision was blurry and head was ringing as the man dragged him up- only to beat him back down.

Bruno let out a bunch of muttered apologies- nearly biting his tongue when the man hit him again. Felipe? Daniel? He couldn’t remember the attacker’s name.

Dios, he really shouldn’t have told Mirabel he could handle a visit to town on his own. Or Julietta or Pepa. If he wasn’t alone this guy wouldn’t have cornered him.

Or maybe he still would’ve and everyone would have been hurt. No… no no no. It’s better this way. Mama would miss his sisters more if they got hurt too badly. It’s better this way. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t disappeared before.

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“GET AWAY FROM MY FUCKING UNCLE YOU BASTARD!”

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~~ Previously~~

“Are you sure you’ll be okay Tío?” Mirabel asked. “You haven’t really been around a lot of people yet… and years of isolation and anxiety don’t mix well….”

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Okay Mirabel?” Bruno replied. He grabbed the basket and a list of supplies that his eldest sister had asked for. “I can’t just hide up in Casita forever. You’ve made that clear miss ‘I’m gonna bring you home.’” He teases.

“Okay… if you’re sure… but. Before you go?”

“Hmm?” He hums and she flings herself towards him, nearly knocking them both over as she wraps her arms tightly around his midsection.

“Stay safe… okay?” He doesn’t know the townspeople like she does. Years of people taking out their frustrations with the Madrigals on her proved this. While Tío Bruno hadn’t had it easy… she doesn’t think they were ever as physical with him. ‘Scared he’d curse their fates or something.’ She thought. She feels him lightly hug her back.

“I promise. Family weirdos stick together right?”

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~~Present~~

“You maldito coño!” Mirabel screams as she punches the man. She had long since tackled him to the ground. Her hands were sore but she kept punching. All she saw was red. “Te haré desear estar muerta. How dare you!” Her uncle, the one who had been left behind- forced to hide- stuck in the walls of a place that should have accepted him.

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~~Previously~~

Bruno had been gone for a couple hours and Mirabel’s skin was itching. Something had to have happened. She knows it.

She tried to tell her mama and dad but they said not to worry. Which of course they would. Same as Isabella and Luisa and Tia Pepa and Tio Felix and…. Well… the point was clear. No one was gonna help her except herself.

“I’M HEADING TO TOWN.” She shouted as she ran out. She didn’t bother waving goodbye to Casita. Her Tío was in danger and she knew it.

As the years went by the people had gotten more…. Upfront with her and only recently died down.

She ran around the town, the day coming to an end as she kept searching. Mirabel had to find him.

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When Camilo and Isabella saw Mirabel run out of the house they decided to tail her. They had never seen her look so worried before- not even when Casita was in danger.

And when they stumble upon the sight the two would swear to anyone who would listen that they saw Mirabel’s eyes glow gold before she attacked.

Lunging at the man like a lion at their prey.

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~~Present~~

Mirabel ended up being dragged off of her victim by vines while Camilo worked on collecting their uncle and bringing the- surprisingly light- man to Julietta to be healed.

“LET ME GO! HE DARED TO HURT MY FAMILY! LET ME GO!” The usually nice Madrigal roared, bloodied hands reaching back for the man on the ground. “Mi familia, mi todo, y se atrevió…. se atrevió a herir al tío Bruno.” Isabella restrained the younger girl more and wrapped her in a hug.

“It’ll be alright. We’ll take care of it. Okay?” Isabella consoled.

—

“Tía Julietta! Help! Please! Tío Bruno is hurt!” Camilo screamed once he got the elder home. The older man’s breathing being unsteady.

Julietta gasped and quickly ushered Luisa to get Bruno up on the table.

“What happened?” Alma demanded.

“We- we saw Mirabel acting strangely and Isabella and I followed her and we… she was looking all over town-!”

“Mijo, calm down, breathe.”

“I THINK ISABELLA AND I WITNESSED MIRABEL MURDER SOMEONE.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have tried.

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She needs to get to her mom before it’s too late. ‘However’ Isabella thinks as her sister is still fighting against her and her vines. ‘No. I have to get him to Mama.’ She uses her vines to pick up the man and keep Mirabel away from him.

She has to get to Casita.

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Spanish:

Dios= God

maldito coño= fucking cunt

Te haré desear estar muerta= I’ll make you wish you were dead

mi familia, mi todo, y se atrevió…. se atrevió a herir al tío Bruno. = my family, my everything, and he dared…. he dared to hurt Uncle Bruno

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(2k22 Mirabel Scares The Family)

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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Reid x Latina!Reader: Going Home

A/N: Hiii! I’m actually from Colombia and I may or may not have made all the Spanish dialogue incredibly Paisa, and I really don’t see enough Latina!Reader x Reid fics, or any POC x Reid fics at all, so I figured I’d write one. This particular fic is about A South American (I didn’t specify country so it’s suitable for all Latinas) reader and Spencer going to visit family at their farmhouse in their home country. I really hope it’s inclusive and you like it. If enough people like it, I’ll write a part two!

TW: Language, Reid being so cute it’s dangerous

*Parche is Colombian slang for group

“Hijoputa! Pero que elegante...Por supuesto mija...Bueno, chao mi reina! Dios te bendiga..Aja...Mucha mierda..Bueno..okay...chao primita!” You hung up the phone with a sigh. Did you miss your family? Of course. But an hour and a half is a long ass time to be on the phone.

“Baby!” Spencer walked into your living room frazzled, “You’re screaming.”

“Sorry love. Was on the phone.”

He laughed and sat on the couch. “Yes, I gathered. Who was it?”

You joined him on the sofa and snuggled into his chest. Looking up you said, “My cousin Clara. She was begging me to come to the annual family party at our finca. That’s like my family’s--”

“Ranch or farm.” He smiled cockily.

You poked his chest. “Gringito knows things huh?” He beamed.

“Why don’t you go?” he questioned, beginning to caress your dark hair.

“Because you have two weeks off and I want to spend every moment with you? I thought you were smart Spence.”

“Why don’t I go with you? About time I meet your family, don’t you think?”

Your heart instantly flooded with love. This meant so much to you.

“You mean it?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” He laughed. Your eyes began to roll sideways and you got up, starting for your bedroom.

“Hey, where are you going? And what was that, is-”

“The party is tomorrow baby. Gotta book our flights! And pack! Lots a shit to do mi amor!”

“No come back! What was that look for?” He shouted after you.

After a stressful day of packing, passport nuances, you guys were finally seated in row 3B on a flight to South America.

“This means so much to me.” You said giddy in excitement. In a couple hours, you’d be being served Refajos and tostones by the pool in the paradise that was your home country. Better yet, it’d be with your family, and the love of your life. You took his hand, “Really Spence. Thank you.”

He caressed your hand with his thumb, “Of course.” You shook in excitement again, “Okay, you want the rundown? Who you're meeting, where we’re staying, all of it?”

He smiled at your enthusiasm, “Sure babe.”

“Ah, yay! Okay, so we’re staying at La Finca Y/L/N, it’s owned by my great grandmother and it is 22 acres of fucking paradise. There’s a pool, and a jacuzzi. There’s a river that runs through it, we can take the four wheelers or the horses out and explore! It’s so so beautiful Spence. The view! Oh my god, you can see the mountains, the forest, the village, it’s gorgeous.” You rambled on it’s amenities and all the amazing memories you’d made there during your childhood. Spencer loved seeing you so electrified.

“Now you're gonna meet everybody! Mi mama, my papa, my abuelitos! My tias and tios, which by the way anybody older then you is a tia or tio, anybody within 15 years of your age son tus primos, and anybody younger then you is a nephew or niece. It may not be accurate, but don’t question it.” You gave him an accusatory finger.

“I would never.”

You guys landed and got driven for about 3 hours to the mountains where the finca was. The entire trip, Spencer read four different English to Spanish Dictionaries. Eidetic memories come in handy because by the time you guys were 10 minutes away, he knew every word he’d have to. Pronouncing it correctly was a different story.

As you guys stepped out of the car, servants took your bags, and your Abuelita came out the front door, arms spread open.

“¡Mi palomita!” She shouted and you ran to the front steps, “Abeulita!”

“Como te extrañe mijita.” You guys continued to hug as Spencer slowly walked up. You knew he was nervous, but it didn’t show.

“Abuelita, mi novio, Dr. Spencer Reid.”

She gave you the eyes, “Un doctor?”

“Hola, Dona Elizabeth. Es muy espectacular conocerte. Gracias por tener me en tu casa, er, tu finca. Es muy guapo.” You giggled a little at his thick American accent and his describing the house as “guapo”, but mostly you just felt tickled by the butterflies in your stomach. God you loved this man.

“Hola, Spencer. Gracias por mantener tu ojo en mi nieta. Esta es una loquita, ah? ”

Spencer nodded his head and smiled, “Si.”

“Bueno mis amores, adentro, el *parche te quiere ver.”

As you guys entered the house, the smell of empanadas and lime satiated in your nose, and the sounds of laughing, chatter and Jaunes rang through your ear. You were home.

Clara was the first to notice you and Spencer walking through the door.

“Y/N Y/M/N, pensé que nunca ibas a llegar! Oscar no cierra su boca y no quiero oír una vez más quién va ganar esta puta copa.” She turned around to face your other cousin, “Deverdad! ¡Si no juega James, no me interesa! Más cansón que una tostada en un brasier.”

Spencer leaned in your ear and whispered, “More annoying than a piece of toast in your bra?” You almost bursted in laughter.

“Clara llegué hace dos minutos y ya le estás gritando al pobre Oscar David.”

“Callate y dame un abrazo puta.” You hugged her tight, your other favorite cousins Oscar and Santi joining in. Spencer let you guys have your moment.

“Guys this is my boyfriend. Spencer.”

“Hola.” He chirped.

“Don’t worry, you're off the hook here man.” said your cousin Santi, “We speak English.” Spencer sighed a breath of relief and you all sat down at the kitchen counter.

“Where are your parents, my tias and tios? Yo, where are MY parents?”

“They went with the kids to Pance for the day. They’ll be back for the party tonight though.”

“Pance’s a whitewater river about an hour away Spence.”

“I know. The river Pance actually has some historical significance in the South American struggle from independence to Spain.” You smiled. His random knowledge was too cute.

“Live in Miami, born here. Where you from Spencer?” your cousin Santi passed you both beers.

“Grew up in Vegas.”

“Ah, that’s where I’m trying to go man!” Oscar laughed.

“With your shitty poker habits?” Clara retorted.

You guys all laughed and talked for hours, all of your cousins starting to like Spencer just as much as you knew they would.

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do you have any hc’s of jake meeting or being at santiago events from early relationship to fatherhood

ho booy, that's like.. a whole fic collection if you get deep into it!

- he went to one sibling meet-up / visiting-the-city-event pre-relationship and half the brother's were like... THIS is the dude Amy has to work with? he's fun but oh god they're like oil and water. While the other half was like JESUS you can cut the tension between those two with a knife!!!

- the first official relationship meeting is luckily not a big holiday or anything, just an annual summer BBQ afternoon/evening at the parents'. Jake knows he's gonna be under everyone's scrutiny and stresses out like crazy beforehand. He doesn't want to ruin things with his jokes, but he also can't pretend to be some straight-forward serious dude if this relationship is gonna last and they'll get to see him more often. He ends up mostly talking to Julian whom he knows, and who makes him feel easy enough to be his normal, goofy self. Which may or may not be a good thing.

- (he also definitely raids the grill - wouldn't dream of offering help or info, Victor's the king of the BBQ - and brings Amy exactly the items she likes the most without knowing that she usually has to fight at least two brothers for them, so that's quite a lot of plus-points from everyone for him)

- the first big, big event is Noche Buena (christmas eve) where everyone brings a dish, so he and Amy are expected to now bring two. Actually, Amy is only expected to bring drinks, because... they know her, after all. But Jake wrecks his mind over what he could cook, he doesn't know any Cuban or Latin dishes, heck, he doesn't really know American christmas dishes, because while he did celebrate it his mom never made too big a deal out of it all... so he ends up bringing his mom's passover brisket, which Karen might or might not have helped with a lot. Anyway, it's a hit, and abuela Claudia tells him to bring it next year too, which... they all know what that really means. He's still expected to be in the picture next year.

- about a year and a few months into their relationship one of Amy's nephews gets christened and that's when the Santiago-baby-testing starts, definitely. Jake is basically volun-told to take care of the older kids during the day outside of the church (inside which the parents shush them, luckily, because Jake would never be able to handle that). He also gets handed the baptism-baby and silently thanks a God he doesn't actually pray to that the kid stays calm in his arms while everyone is staring.

- between Florida and Jail things get quite bumpy for the Santiagos re: Jake, because he's missed several events, and involuntarily made Amy miss a few as well because she didn't feel up to it, and, well, they all don't really know what to think of that, really, especially since Amy couldn't tell them the truth about WitSec (except for Matteo and Julian). But they do make it to the annual cabin week that year, and they're still so happy from being back together and actually moving in with each other and just having each other back, for realz-realz, that Jake completely forgets to be anxious about re-meeting the family and Amy completely forgets to be anxious about how she acts in front of her family, and they all basically get the lovey-dovey show of their life. Which is surprisingly reassuring for them all.

- some of the Santiabros, one abuela and, unexpectedly, Camila send Jake things when he's in prison. Even during his short stay, he gets picture updates of the family (and Amy), and some Cuban snacks and sweets (that he refuses to trade or barter with), and a letter-set from Camila (so he can write to her daughter, which she's sure Amy'll love). It's all very sweet, but most of all it's a very clear sign that despite it all he's absolutely a part of the family now and no Santiago is going to let someone from their family fall. They throw him a small-ish party when he gets out, without really mentioning what the party is about but just a general welcome back.

- once they're engaged things turn even more. All the tias and tios who were still suspicious of him (a boyfriend is a very unstable thing) finally accept him as much as they can (a fiancé is a thing for the future, however). The baby-testing and husband-duty-testing definitely amps up during every single event.

- post-wedding (which they're all still bitter about not attending but oh well), Jake actually gets handed proper jobs during events. Before, he was always dragged in as a helper or general support, but now he gets his properly assigned areas. Which, as Amy lets him know, means he's definitely a Santiago-Peralta now even if he hadn't taken her name.

- there's a bit of a rabble during a birthday party for one of the brothers when Amy is heavily pregnant, because Camila and Victor expect everyone to follow their planned schedule and do things properly and whatnot, while Amy is at that stage where she needs to sit down a lot / wants to nap a lot / feels unwell really fast. Jake is extremely adamant about her doing what is best for her, while Amy feels the pressure of being the perfect daughter, and it ends in yet another scene where Jake tells Camila where, exactly, she can stick her schedule if his wife needs that time window to lie down in her childhood bedroom (okay, maybe that's not his real word choice, because he'd never dare say that to his mother-in-law, but the point comes across). Amy is mortified, Camila is angry, and Victor for the first time ever thinks he might actually be the right one for his daughter. The santiabros give him several high fives in secret later on.

- Victor is completely convinced once he watches Jake carry sleepy baby-Mac through his cousin's quinceañera like he's the most precious cargo in the world, which he is. There's a crazy party happening, with all the stuff that Jake would usually go wild for - cake, party games, silly costumes, good drinks. But instead he holds his son close to his chest, and stays off to the sides so the noise doesn't bother him too much, and tells Amy to go back and enjoy herself every time she checks in on her two boys. And when they leave earlier than everyone else, because Mac really needs to go to bed at home and Jake doesn't want to drive through the complete darkness with a baby on board, Victor gives him the first hug ever to say goodbye to his son-in-law and his grandson.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #peraltiago #the santiago clan #the santiabros #headcanons

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🦂SasoDei💥 Family part 1

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Katsumi (勝美) means "victorious beauty."

Nickname / Alias: "Katsu-Chan" (For her friends), "Hatsu-chan" (for Haruka) or "nee-chan" (For her brothers).

Hobby: Experimenting with her clay figures to explode them and different types of poisons.

Food: He likes to eat Ramen (ラーメン) and Yakisoba (焼きそば) and what he doesn't like to eat is Soba (蕎麦).

Sweets: Anmitsu is his favorite.

Likes: Raising poisonous insects (spiders, scorpions, and bees).

Hates: being told that she is a conceited or false girl.

Favorite Words: "Eternal Blast" - (永遠の爆発) / Eien no bakuhatsu.

Phrase: "I don't believe in art. I believe in artists." - (私は芸術を信じていません。私はアーティストを信じています。) / Watashi wa geijutsu or shinjite imasen. Watashi wa ātisuto or shinjite imasu.

"" Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once I grow up. " , watashi ga seichōshita-go, dono yō ni ātisutodeari tsudzukeru kadesu

Age 13 years

August 22 Birthday / Leo Sign ♌

Blood Type AB

Family:

Sasori Akasuna (Father)

Deidara Kamiruzu (Pope)

Raiko & Renzo (Younger Twins)

Fumiko (Younger Sister)

Chiyo (Great-grandmother)

Ebizo (Great-grandfather uncle)

Sasori's Parents (Grandparents)

Ishikawa (great-great-grandfather)

Ōnoki (Great-grandfather)

Kurotsuchi (Aunt)

Kozuchi (Uncle) †

Appearance: Katsumi is a young woman with ash brown eyes and long blonde hair, combed with two ponytails and loose locks which cover the left side of her face and piercings in her ears (In a few words, she is the spitting image of Deidara) . The main peculiarity of her is that in each palm of her hands she has, with sharp teeth, a long tongue and salivary glands; the function of these mouths is to chew and mold special clay.

Her clothing: it consists of a red suit, consisting of a short blouse, with a raised collar and a fishnet blouse underneath, it also has separate sleeves from the red vest, she wears a skirt with openings on both sides with fishnet stockings and shorts over them and used the typical sandals of the ninjas (His clothing was very similar to those of iwagakure). At the back of her waist she wears two fanny packs where she molds the clay. With this clay, she carries out her main technique: the creation of chakra-charged clay animals that move as if they were real at his will, and that at her command can explode with great power or even become bigger.

Personality: Katsumi is a charismatic girl. They have great self-confidence, and they love being the center of attention. She is very perfectionist when it comes to working on her creations (weapons) of hers. She is an energetic and action-packed young woman. She can be very generous with her loved ones and she likes to spoil them (As she is the first of 3 younger siblings, she is usually very understanding with them and pampering them, especially her younger sister Fumiko). She even she can be fully involved in helping people in need.

Tools: Fanny packs with clay, shurikens holder, goggles, gas mask and nitrile gloves.

Abilities: He possesses the Explosive Kekkei Genkai just like his dad Deidara. He is a long-range specialist, but despite his predilection for distance fighting, he possesses a good level in Taijutsu and has enough skill to contain a melee battle. Katsumi having the Explosive Kekkei Genkai from her allowed her to simultaneously use the Earth Element with the Fire Element to give her explosive qualities of Chakra. Katsumi has special mouths on the palm of each hand to create Explosive Clay that detonates them with the Katsu command (喝) and a seal. The clay she uses can be molded into a wide variety of shapes, and can be controlled at will. This allows you to attack opponents from long range. Katsumi's clay creations ranged from microscopic to gigantic in size allowing him to adapt to any situation. She even frequently performs the creation of birds for transport. She usually uses different types of poison in her explosive bombs, either from animals or insects. She prefers scorpions since it is her favorite insect. When she uses strong explosive gases she uses a gas mask and when she is making them with her siblings she uses Nitrile gloves with a full body suit.

Intelligence: Despite her charismatic personality. Katsumi is a kunoichi who plans her battles systematically, taking into account the strengths and weaknesses of her adversaries, as well as how to counter them. Like her grandmother Chiyo and her father Sasori, she has a great knowledge of the human body based on medical anatomy and herbal medicine for the elaboration of different types of poisons and her antidotes. Her bombs are filled with poison, which can completely paralyze the body and kill after three days of suffering from cardiogenic shock, tissue necrosis, and blast burns.

Curiosities:

-Being the spitting image of Deidara, it does not go unnoticed by Hidan that every time he sees her he says Mini dyed blonde. Something that makes Haruka and Haruki funny.

-She likes scorpions.

-Being very familiar with insects, she sometimes falls asleep in the open, inside a hole. To this day, her strange peculiarity draws a lot of attention from her family.

-Being from the Kamiruzu Clan who specialize in the use of bees. She usually raises Bees but she does not usually use them in her weapons. Compared to the twins that she does use in her puppets and traps.

-Her clothes are similar to iwagakure's, but she doesn't like visiting the village. This is because every time she was accompanied by her father Deidara hers, he always left a lawsuit with Kurotsuchi.

-Her fanny packs are orange and with a Halloween pumpkin print since she likes this holiday.

-She uses poisons in her explosive bombs but also different types of tear gas, toxic, acoustic and blinding.

-she is an admirer of luxury, clothes, perfumes and in general, she likes to go shopping with Shiawase and their sisters.

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ESPAÑOL

Katsumi (勝美) significa «belleza victoriosa».

Apodo/Alias: "Katsu-Chan" (Por sus amigas), "Hatsu-chan" (por Haruka) o "nee-chan" (Por sus hermanos).

Hobby: Experimentar con sus figuras de arcillas para explotarlas y distintos tipos de venenos.

Comida: Le gusta comer El Ramen (ラーメン) y Yakisoba (焼きそば) y lo que no le gusta comer es Soba (蕎麦).

Dulces: El anmitsu es su favorito.

Le gusta: Criar insectos venenosos (arañas, escorpiones y abejas).

Odia: que le digan que es una chica presumida o falsa.

Palabras Favoritas: "Explosión Eterna"- (永遠の爆発) / Eien no bakuhatsu.

Frase: "No creo en el arte. Creo en los artistas". - (私は芸術を信じていません。私はアーティストを信じています。) / Watashi wa geijutsu o shinjite imasen. Watashi wa ātisuto o shinjite imasu.

""Cada niño es un artista. El problema es cómo seguir siendo artista una vez que crezca" - (すべての子供は芸術家です。問題は、私が成長した後、どのようにアーティストであり続けるかです) / Subete no kodomo wa geijutsukadesu. Mondai wa, watashi ga seichōshita-go, dono yō ni ātisutodeari tsudzukeru kadesu

Edad 13 años

Cumpleaños 22 de Agosto / Signo Leo ♌

Tipo de Sangre AB

Familia:

Sasori Akasuna (Padre)

Deidara Kamiruzu (Papa)

Raiko & Renzo (Hermanos Menores Mellizos)

Fumiko (Hermana menor)

Chiyo (Bisabuela)

Ebizo (Tio Bisabuelo)

Padres de Sasori (Abuelos)

Ishikawa (Tatarabuelo)

Ōnoki (Bisabuelo)

Kurotsuchi (Tia)

Kozuchi (Tio)†

Apariencia: Katsumi es una joven de ojos café ceniza y cabello largo rubio, peinado con dos colas de caballo y mechones sueltos los cuales le tapan el lado izquierdo de su rostro y perforaciones en las orejas (En pocas palabras es la viva imagen de Deidara). Su principal peculiaridad es que en cada palma de sus manos tiene , con dientes afilados, lengua larga y glándulas salivales; la función de estas bocas es mascar y moldear arcilla especial.

Su vestimenta: consiste en un traje rojo, compuesto por una blusa corta, con cuello levantado y una blusa de red debajo de ella, también posee mangas separadas del chaleco de color rojas, lleva una falda con aberturas en ambos lados con medias de red y pantalones cortos sobre ellos y utilizaba las sandalias típicas de los ninjas (Su vestimenta era muy parecida a los de iwagakure). En la parte de atrás de su cintura lleva dos riñoneras en donde moldea la arcilla. Con esta arcilla, ella lleva a cabo su principal técnica: la creación de animales de arcilla cargados de chakra que se mueven como si fueran reales a voluntad de él, y que a su orden pueden explotar con gran potencia o incluso hacerse más grandes.

Personalidad: Katsumi es una chica carismática. Tienen una gran confianza en sí mismas, y les encanta ser el centro de atención. Es muy perfeccionista a la hora de trabajar en sus creaciones (armas). Es una joven enérgica y de acción. Puede ser muy generosa con sus seres queridos y le gusta malcriarlos (Al ser la primera de 3 hermanos menores suele ser muy comprencible con ellos y mimarlos por ello en especial a su hermana más pequeña Fumiko). Incluso puede estar completamente involucrada en ayudar a las personas necesitadas.

Herramientas: Riñoneras con arcilla, porta shurikens, googlees, mascara de gas y guantes de nitrilo.

Habilidades: Posee el Kekkei Genkai Explosivo al igual a su papá Deidara. Es especialista a largo alcance, pero a pesar de su predilección por la lucha a distancia, posee un buen nivel en Taijutsu tiene la habilidad suficiente para contener una batalla cuerpo a cuerpo. Katsumi al tener su Kekkei Genkai Explosivo le permitía utilizar simultáneamente el Elemento Tierra con el Elemento Fuego para dar a sus cualidades explosivas de Chakra. Katsumi posee bocas especiales en la palma de cada mano para crear Arcilla Explosiva que las detona con el comando Katsu (喝) y un sello. La arcilla que utiliza puede ser moldeada en una gran variedad de formas, y puede ser controlada a voluntad. Esto le permite atacar a los oponentes a larga distancia. Las creaciones de arcilla de Katsumi iban desde microscópicas a tamaño gigantesco lo que le permite adaptarse a cualquier situación. Incluso con frecuencia realiza la creación de aves para el transporte. Ella en sus bombas explosivas suele usar distintos tipos de veneno ya sea de animales o insectos. De preferencia escorpiones ya que es su insecto favorito. Cuando utiliza gases explosivos fuertes utiliza una mascara de gas y cuando los esta elaborando junto a sus hermanos utiliza guantes de Nitrilo con un traje de cuerpo completo.

Inteligencia: A pesar de su personalidad carismática. Katsumi es una kunoichi que planea sus batallas sistemáticamente, tomando en cuenta los puntos fuertes y débiles de sus adversarios, así como la manera de contrarrestarlos. Al igual que su abuela Chiyo y su padre Sasori tiene un gran conocimiento del cuerpo humano por bases de anatomía médica y medicina herbaria para la elaboración de diferentes tipos de venenos y sus antídotos. Sus bombas están llenas de veneno, el cual pueden paralizar completamente el cuerpo y matar después de tres días de sufrimiento por shock cardiogénico, necrosis de tejidos y quemaduras por explosión.

Curiosidades:

-Al ser la viva imagen de Deidara no pasa desapercibida por Hidan que cada vez que la ve le diga Mini rubia teñida. Algo que les da gracia a Haruka y Haruki.

-Le gusta los escorpiones.

-Al estar muy familiarizada con los insectos suele dormirse a veces en la intemperie, dentro de un hoyo. A día de hoy su extraña peculiaridad llama mucha la atención de su familia.

-Por ser del Clan Kamiruzu que se especializan en el uso de abejas. Ella suele criar Abejas pero no suele usarlas en sus armas. A comparación de los mellizos que si los usan en sus marionetas y trampas.

-Su ropa es similar al de iwagakure, pero no le gusta visitar la aldea. Esto porque cada que iba acompañada por su padre Deidara, este siempre salía de pleito con Kurotsuchi.

-Sus riñoneras son de color naranja y con estampado de calabazas de Halloween ya que le gusta esta festividad.

-Ella en sus bombas explosivas suele utilizar venenos pero también diferentes tipos de gases lacrimógenos, tóxicos, acústicos y cegadoras.

-Es admiradora del lujo, la ropa, los perfumes y en general, le gusta ir de compras con Shiawase y las hermanas de ambas.

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