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Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff? (idk what to call this)
Reader's Relations: None/Best friends with Agustin (Cause he’s Bean)
Warnings: Mentions of death
Other notes: This randomly came to me after rereading the backstory for Gabriella (one of my Encanto OCs), just to say you own a flower shop… This takes place a few months after Isabela gets her gift (therefore all other character ages are adjusted accordingly)
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I sighed looking down at the many bunches of flowers that were starting the shrivel up in the shop, feeling my stomach starting to rumble a bit as I hadn’t eaten anything apart from one slice of bread, and it now being around 3 in the afternoon. It had been difficult for me, my father had died before I was born and my mum had died when I was 18. Since then I’d run my mother’s flower shop, selling flowers to the townsfolk. This is what actually led me to meet the person who would become my best friend. Agustin would come to the shop at least once a week to buy flowers and I soon learned he was smitten with Julieta and was trying to impress her by constantly giving her flowers. To start with, I thought it was adorable that he was so in love that he’d buy flowers every week for her, but then it started to become more frequent and eventually, I just started giving them to him for free knowing they were going to a good cause.
It was a few months after Isabela got her gift that I noticed that the flower shop was losing business. I knew why, obviously, it was because of her gift as she could make flowers appear of out thin air, and she was doing it for free. Due to this, I started to not be able to make enough money to feed myself or take care of myself properly. I knew no one would miss me if I did end up dying from starvation or something.
I had been busy watering the flowers in the shop, just on the off chance that someone would come in when I slipped on a wet patch on the floor, “Mierda,” I muttered to myself standing up, only to fall back down again from the water in the floor. I growled and started to crawl over to where it was, soon wincing in pain at my ankle. I let out an exasperated sigh and pulled myself up by leaning on the counter, putting my weight on it as I grabbed an icepack I had just in case of emergency.
“(Y/n), hello!”
I quickly hid the ice pack under the counter and stood up, leaning my weight on the top so Agustin wouldn’t be able to tell anything was wrong, “Hey, friend! Let me guess the normal?” He nodded, a blush overtaking his cheeks, “Yeah.” I smiled and placed weight on my foot to see how it would hold up, and I was unable to hold back the wince and sharp intake of breath.
“You’re hurt. (Y/n) what happened?”
“I’m fine, just tweaked my ankle a bit when I had a fall. It’s nothing serious.”
“You’re wincing in pain. Trust me if anyone knows anything about pain, its me.”
“Yeah, I know, Mr Accident Prone. I’ll be f-PUT ME DOWN!” I interrupted myself when Agustin picked me up and put me over his shoulder, “No, you need help. I’m taking you back to Julieta so you can get your ankle healed, then I’ll come back with you for the flowers.”
I growled and continued to hit him in the back as he walked towards the Madrigal’s house, “You puta! I'm fine, I do not need medical attention! Put me down! I am fine! I told you it’s just a tweak, I can walk it off!”
Despite my protests, I ended up in the kitchen of the Madrigal’s house, my leg propped up on another chair as I sat down, Julieta making a batch of arepas.
“How did you manage to break your ankle, (Y/n)?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
“I did not ‘break’ it. I just tweaked it. Could have just walked it off!” I grumbled, “I tripped over a patch of water I didn’t realise was on the floor in the shop.”
“Oh, well here you go, eat up and you’ll be back to yourself,” Julieta replied, shoving one of the now-cooked arepas into my hand. I reluctantly took a bite and felt the pain go away. I stood up and thanked her before walking to the kitchen door, but I felt her grab my wrist and gasp, “(Y/n), have you lost weight?”
I rolled my eyes, “I don’t see why that’s any of your concern. Now let me go, I have flowers that need watering.”
“Are you eating enough? You know you can talk to me about anything.”
I pulled my arm from her grasp and continued towards the door, when Castia trapped me in the kitchen, “Stupid house,” I muttered to myself, sitting back down, knowing there was no arguing with the magic house, “Fine! To be completely honest, no I’m not. I haven't had a decent meal in months, in fact, haven’t had a decent meal since Isabela got her gift! Since then hardly anyone ever comes to the shop to buy flowers as they can get them for free from her, no one wants to buy flowers.”
“Oh, dear. Eat up, come on you need food, (Y/n),” Julieta responded, placing the remaining arepas in front of me.
“You’re not mad at me for talking bad about Isabela? I mean, she’s your daughter and I’m basically blaming her, a 5-year-old, for my problems!”
“Of course not, it’s not your fault that is what Isabela’s gift is, (Y/n). Now, eat.”
I gave her a small smile and took another arepa, seeing Julieta mutter something to herself. A few minutes later, Bruno walked into the kitchen, “Julieta, Dolores told me you wanted me to come down?”
“Yes. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to look into (Y/n) future. I’m worried about her and the flower shop.”
My eyes widened, “It’s fine, honestly! I’ll be fine, you don’t need to trouble yourself with my personal issues. I mean, they’re called personal issues for a reason.” Before I could say anything else, Bruno had grasped my hands, his eyes glowing green. A few minutes later, he let go and I noticed a slight pink tint to his normally dark skin.
“Bruno? Are you alright?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He seemed to snap out of a daze and looked me in the eye. I’d got to know him at Julieta and Agustin’s wedding, and since then I’d grown a crush on the youngest triplet.
“Bye,” he spoke, turning around and leaving, but I grabbed him before he could, “If it’s something bad, tell me so I know to prepare myself. Please.” I took a shaky breath and bit my lip as he turned around again, “I-I… Fine, whatIsawwasustogetherandeventuallymarried!” I saw the pink in his cheeks grow and I let out a small giggle, “Wow. That’s not what I was expecting you to say. I was expecting something along the lines of that ‘You’re going to wither away to nothing because your flower shop is going to go out of business’.” I spoke, giving my best impression of Bruno for the last statement, “Not that what you saw isn’t welcome to me,” I continued tucking a hair behind my ear, not noticing that Julieta had left the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone. Bruno’s head shot up, his black curls bouncing, “Really?” I giggled again and nodded, “To be truthful, I’ve had a crush on you for a while.” His eyes widened and his smile increased, “T-that’s like the best news I’ve ever-” he was cut off when he fell over, bumping into me, causing the two of us to end up on the floor of the kitchen.
“(Y/n), c-can I kiss you?” I felt my face heat up and nodded, “You don’t need to ask.” With that said, I leaned down, as I’d landed on top of him, and kissed him.
“Does this mean you’re going to be our Tía now?”
I broke off immediately and stood up looking to the door to see Isabela and Dolores standing there, the latter with a smile on her face, causing me to guess that she was the one that had asked the question. My face went bright red, “We’ll have to see about that, Dolores. Maybe in a few years.” Isabela then walked over and I bent down to her level so she didn’t have to crane her neck to look up at me, “I’m sorry.”
“What for? Isa, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“It’s m fault you haven’t eaten well. I don’t deserve this gift, your flowers are so pretty! I see the ones Papí brings home for Mamí. They’re so pretty!”
I gave her a smile, deciding to sit down on the floor, “It’s not your fault, Isabela. Listen. You were given your gift because it would help the Encanto. You do so much by giving out flowers and making them grow. The village looks so amazing with the flowers you grow.”
“But it’s made you lose busy-ness!” she squeaked out as a reply, “I have an idea! I can grow flowers and then give them to you to sell!”
I smiled, feeling my heart melt at how much she was willing to do for me, someone who she barely knew, probably only heard of my name, and wasn’t part of her family.” I just gave her a small pat on the head, “Isa, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be fine.”
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“Can you tell us the confession story again? PLEASE?!”
I smiled and gave Glacia and Estrella a kiss on the forehead each, “I’ve told you that story before,” I responded to the two 3-year-olds, “I could always tell you the story of when Camilo managed to get stu-”
“Tía! Please don’t!” I stood up carefully, and turned to the door, to see Camilo there, his face slightly pink, “You said you wouldn’t ever tell that story!”
“Did I? I don’t remember tha-” I cut myself off when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, “Camilo, help, my water broke.” His eyes widened, knowing what I meant after both Antonio and the twins, and ran over supporting me so I wouldn’t fall over, muttering, presumingly talking to his sister. A few minutes later, Bruno came rushing into the nursery, the rest of the family behind him.
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Several hours later, I was holding Alieta in my arms, lying on Bruno’s bed, and the rest of the family was allowed back in, the only ones in the room before were Bruno and Julieta. The twins came running in and up to the bed, still arguing about who was going to be a better sister, causing me to giggle, “You two want to meet her?” They immediately stopped squabbling and nodded and Bruno lifted them onto the bed. I smiled as they crawled over and I showed them their now sister, “Say hello to Alieta.”
They both said their hellos and I felt my heart melt. I soon let out a yawn, it now being very late at night and Bruno took Alieta from me, placing her in the small crib that had been set in the room ready. Julieta walked over and offered to put the twins back to bed, something I was very thankful for as the minute I laid back down, I fell asleep.
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Yeah… not too happy with th ending of this one… For info on my ocs, go to my toyhouse: HamiltonAttorney2277 https://toyhou.se/HamiltonAttorney2277/characters/folder:4585111
In her Room on her day off, Luisa struggles with letting herself relax so you try to help her but she ends up helping you instead.
SECOND PERSPECTIVE, Use of the nickname “cutie”, Praise kink, Soft dom loisa, Body worship, Fingering, Hickies on the thighs, Eating out, 69ing, overstimulation
1991 words
!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
SMUT UNDER THE CUT
After the miracle got restored, Luisa has been trying to get better about taking breaks, “trying” being emphasized here. She schedules herself to take a day off at least once a week so as not to overwhelm herself and to give her time to get used to doing nothing. Luisa had never been good at doing nothing. Even now as she sits with you eating lunch her hands are twitching to do something.
"Can someone help me-" you hear Peppa start but as she enters and sees Luisa stand abruptly from the table, disturbing both of your glasses, she turns back around to find someone else, cautiously. Luisa huffs, her shoulders slump and she has a pout that makes your gut twist. Taking Luisa's thick, strong arm gently in your hand, you guide her to sit back down next to you. Your hand glides down from her arm to her hand and you hold it gently, like it’ll break.
"How about we go back to your room? That way no one can interrupt your day off." You suggest, knowing full and well that it'll take a little more convincing to get her to follow you. She’s stubborn at the best of times, but that’s one of the reasons you loved her so much. Her strong resolve always made you feel secure. You could not waver on this, she needed a break, she deserved a break and deserved to be able to relax just like anyone else in the village.
“C’mon, love. Wouldn’t it be easier to relax in your room?” You got up and guided her out of her seat, she let you lead her all the way to her room with the smallest smile as you held her hands so softly.
“You’re right. I need to take a break.” She reluctantly agreed. You lead her over to her bed and let her sit on her own. You took off your shoes, deciding comfort is the most important thing right now, and stepped over to the record player. You selected a light guitar vinyl to set the mood. When you returned to Luisa, you sat behind her on her bed and started to rub her shoulders. She hummed in appreciation as you rubbed the knots out of her muscles.
“Thank you, cutie.” Luisa blushes, her hands covering your own on her shoulders. “I really appreciate you being patient with me.”
“Of course, I just want you to feel comfortable. You deserve it, after everything you do for everyone.” you hum smiling back at her. She reaches behind to scoop you up and places you on her lap. She kissed you, her lips firm but her hands on your hips were so soft and comforting. She moved away from your lips and placed little pecks on your cheeks. Her arms wrapped around you and pulled you into her sturdy form, she was so warm which contrasted the stone detailing in her room. Her chin sat atop your head as you cuddled, your hands reaching around to rub and lightly scratch her back.
“You know,” Luisa hums “I think I just thought of the perfect way to relax.” You looked up at her curious. Of course you want to help her in any way you could with whatever idea she came up with. When she met your eyes, she leaned down, startling you with a kiss. She was slow, even with the abrupt start, but forceful. It contrasted how gently she held you, how softly her big hands trailed up the middle of your back to cradle your head, her fingers slowly entangling in your hair. Her hands didn’t move an inch when you both parted slowly.
Breath only returned to you when you held her honeyed gaze. Her brows were furrowed but her smile held such a contentment to them, like holding you was all she ever needed. Her breathing slowed from the kiss and you relaxed enough to let your hands wander over her. You traced along her spine branching out to her shoulder blades. Her breath hitching at how slow and gentle you were, barely tickling the skin down her biceps. Your hands held her shoulders firmly, asking her to fall back onto the bed.
“Today’s supposed to be about you.” you pout, your form barely shadowing her as she laid before you, blushing beautifully. Slowly you reach to untuck her shirt from her skirt, your other hand cradling her cheek. You straddle her waist keeping closer to her torso. You want to see her, see all the faces she makes, you want her, everything she is, is a treasured moment you refuse to forget.
“Is this okay?” You rasp your hand under her shirt to rub soothing circles against her waist. When Luisa nods, her voice failing her as she tries to catch her breath, you trail kisses up her neck smiling. As soon as you trail your hand any higher, she rolls the two of you so she’s on top, careful not to put too much weight on you, just enough to hold you down. You gasp, out of surprise and the sudden weight against your pelvis.
“Hey, hey I’m supposed to be on top this time. I wanna make you feel good.” you stuttered, looking up at her hunched frame cradling you on the bed. She nuzzled her face into your neck, the wisps in her hair tickling against your skin.
“But,” she breathes in, inhaling your scent, “You’re just so-” Luisa sighs, hugging you closer. “My cutie, I just can’t help it.” You wrapped your legs against her waist giggling slightly. She untucks your shirt, throwing it off you as fast as she could without ripping it, not that you minded. Her head went straight to your chest, trailing kisses around your nipples and up your throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” she hums taking her own shirt off, exposing her chest, but before you could reach out she dived back down to play with you more. Your arms wrapped around her as you moan out praise. She left red and purple marks down your neck and chest all the way down your hips, just before your pants.
“Let’s get rid of these,” she nearly ripped them off as she pulled off your pants and replaced them with kisses and nibbles starting from your ankle down the inside of your leg. “Look at you,” Luisa purred, “so good, you’re doing so well, cutie.” Her hands reached you before her mouth could, gently prodding and rubbing your hole. You couldn’t stop twitching, each callus on her fingers, each bump and wrinkle, each kiss she gave you only added to your burning core. Your fingers found purchase in the waistband of her skirt.
She took the hint immediately, only parting from you enough to pull her skirt and bloomers off. Now, with you both naked, you laid in the bed together. You played with her boobs, kissing and sucking on them from under her as her hand went back to your hole. Finally, she entered you, the tip of her finger pushing through you, stretching you out so prettily for her. It barely burned after she started pumping into you.
“So pretty, so good for me. You’re doing so good.” She hums looking at you through her eyelashes and soaking in your moans. When she added another finger, you whimpered. She was going so fast, you could barely keep up, but it felt so good. Her thumb rubbed at your sensitivity. Her lips attached themselves back to your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Her other hand held firm on your hip, stopping it from bucking or even twitching. There’s going to be a bruise on it later, you knew, a bruise of her hand left by an ongoing orgasm, the perfect sign that you belong to her.
She added more fingers up until you trembled around her but even then she didn’t stop. She relentlessly rubbed you, attacking that specific spot in you that had you sobbing out, for more, for a break, it didn’t matter to you at that point. You needed something and you trusted her to give it to you. Give it to you she did, at your third orgasm she finally pulled her fingers away from you, leaving you empty and shaking.
When you thought she was finally done, you tried to get yourself on your elbows, before she pushed you back down. Her face aligned with your quivering hole, watching it contract around nothing, before she leaned down to your thighs. Slowly she took the skin in between her teeth, sucking and nipping blue and red marks into them. Claiming you, keeping you close, and overstimulating you to the brink of stupidity. You feel so warm with her. She’s so soft with you, keeping you close without ever crushing you. She would never hurt you, but she could. She could lift you over her head, throw you, crush you, but she never would. She wants you safe and happy, and you always are with her.
Your thoughts are drawn back to the soreness between your legs when you feel hot breath tickling it. You gasp out when you feel her wet tongue lap at you. You were still wet from your previous orgasms and your slick started covering her chin as she continued her assault against your most sensitive parts. You looked down at her, your hand grasping at her hair while your other holds her hand, fingers intertwined. Through all of this debauchery, the stimulation sending your nerves on fire and keeping your head fuzzy, all you could think about was how beautiful Luisa looked. Her eyes were so focused on your sex and her mouth was glistening as she mumbled how good you tasted. Her hand holding you down flexed against your twitching hips, the veins protruding and fingers digging into you. The one holding your hand was softer and relaxed but desperate to keep you there. You needed her. You needed to feel her twitch around you, just as you had around her.
“Please, Luisa, my love, let me pleasure you too,” you gasped, causing her to look up and meet your eyes with a lifted brow.
“Of course, cutie, ” she smirks at you, shifting so that her pussy is over your face while she has easy access to your hole. You lean up to lick at her clit. You swipe your tongue around it, earning a groan out of her which vibrated through you. You felt the need to bring more out of her like an itch in your veins needing to be scratched. She was addicting, her scent, her taste, you needed everything.
Luisa shook above you as you licked through her folds. Her thighs clenched and she dripped onto your face just as you released. She faltered onto her elbows, taking deep breaths. You rubbed her ass, soothing her from her high before she sat up. She moved to spoon you from behind, holding onto your waist keeping you near her chest.
“You did so good for me,” she rasped, her voice scratchy but calming. You huddled in her chest turning so you could hug her back.
“How are you feeling?” you asked, voice small and cracking. She pulled you closer to her. You were so tired, you didn’t think you could keep your eyes open anymore.
“I feel great! I could use a nap, though.” her giggle rumbled through her chest, making you feel lighter than before. You can’t help but smile, not only had you finally gotten Luisa to enjoy her day off but her happiness has always been contagious.
“I could too. C’mere.” You held her impossible close as you both nodded off in your messes, not even bothering to cover up from the cool air. You didn’t need to, Luisa gave you plenty of warmth as you wrapped one leg over her waist. You finally dozed off when you heard Luisa’s light snoring.