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Louisa x Jolene (OC)

Sapphic romance between Louisa and an Appalachain young woman.

It took a while for the Encanto to be discovered by outsiders.

Even when outside people were aware of the little village's existence, it was still hard to find through the dense jungle outside, much less finding the one crack in the one mountain that allowed passage.

Dolores heard someone struggling just beyond their little haven. Antonio's friends were able to flush out a small spindley young woman with a black and white dog. They had gotten tangled up in the vines, and she was in the process of cutting herself free with a sizable machete.

When she arrived in the Encanto, she wore denim overalls over a button-up floral pattern cotton shirt and boots. Her long mousey brown hair had been braided, and there was a splattering of freckles all over her face and arms. She also wore a straw hat to keep the sun off.

The border collie, her loyal companion, was named Bama (bAm Uh).

She spoke with a peculiar accent that no one in the Encanto had ever had to contend with. The twang that was characteristic of the southeastern United States. Worse yet - Appalachian. Between the twang and old-timey folksy sayings, there was a bit of a learning curve.

"Abuela, I'm sure she's speaking English, but I don't understand a word," Dolores was nearly on the verge of tears.

"Aw, that's awl right, darlin', we got plenty o' time to urn out dem details."

"Urn??"

"You know! Yah heat it on a stove, spritz some water on fabric and get it nice and crisp fir Sunday."

"... IRON?"

"Bless your hart, we'll git it soon enough."

Then there were the Appalachian SE USA phrases that phased them.

Once, Bruno and the grandkids had gathered around to watch one of his telenovelas. In this particular scene, two characters were eloping only having just met.

"Mah gammaw always said, "Weddin' without courtin' is like vittles without salt.""

She sat there nodding her head as if what she said made perfect sense to everyone else.

In another 'episode' of the rat telenovelas, the female lead had been proposed to by 5 suitors and accepted 3, 2 of which were brothers and was pregnant.

Chuckling and shaking her head, Jo said in that ol' southern twang, "Never git your horse in a place where you cain't turn around."

On more than one occasion, they crossed themselves before trying to talk to her.

Once they were past the language barrier, they discovered she was a sweetheart. A hard-working sweetheart at that. She often helped out Louisa, even if she was just around for moral support. She had a surprising amount of strength for someone shorter than Bruno but still taller than Mirabel.

Even Bama helped out Louisa by herding the donkeys. To everyone's surprise, even to Jo's surprise, the donkeys obeyed the active dog.

She loved helping Julieta with cooking, even if she would've preferred grits, jambalaya (though that was simple enough, rice and beans and all asortment of spices), and USA southern buttermilk biscuits. She also introduced them to sweet iced tea. For the most part, she was the only one who ever drank it, though Louisa took to it after particularly physically demanding days.

She entertained Louisa while they worked with tales of her childhood growing up along the riverbanks of rural Appalachia. Copperheads, catfish, and crawdads. Blackberries, blueberries, and honeysuckle.

When Louisa asked why she left, she shrugged her shoulders.

"Jist wanted' see what all was further south is all," she'd say.

#louisa madrigal #encanto fanfic #louisa x oc #louisa madrigal x oc #sapphic

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The Cactus & The Lavender

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Simple short story fanfic of a Sapphic love between Isabela Madrigal and a drifter.

Everything was alright in the Encanto's little world. Casita restored, Bruno returned, Mirabel accepting herself.

A summer afternoon, when it was too hot to move about, came a traveler.

She traveled for the sake of traveling. Her honey-golden hair kept back in braids, allowing light to illuminate her sunkissed skin. Mid twenties and grey eyed, she stood no taller than Isa herself.

When Isa first saw her in the market in the town square, her entire face dropped. The shock sent daisies all over her head.

Of course, this charmed the young traveler. She had heard of a Madrigal granddaughter who could grow flora anywhere.

Days passed with the traveler telling stories from first-hand experience and legends and myths from places she'd visited or heard of.

Isabela was enamored, someone so strong and willful as to travel the world alone. Likewise, the traveler was taken with Isabela, she who had so much fight and spirit in her.

It started so innocently. Isa didn't realize it was until she became so flustered when the traveler suggested they swim in the river and began removing her clothes. They were alone in the jungle, surrounded by plants she could bend and grow to her will. It was safe enough.

It had been a hot day, anyway.

They stripped down and jumped in. Splashing about and laughing. Until they were within each other's personal space. Isabela knew that look on the traveler's face and took a chance, and kissed her on the cheek.

The traveler's cheeks blushed hard, but she didn't wait to return the kiss on Isa's lips. All of a sudden, time stood still.

Everything was... dare I say? Perfect. The warmth of the summer sun, the cool of the river's water, the softness of the traveler's lips.

They became all consumed in this kiss. Isa's arms snaked around the traveler's neck, and her arms came around her back. One of the traveler's hands came up into Isa's night-dark hair.

When they pulled back for air, both their eyes were blown out, and both had a heavy blush on their cheeks. Isa smiled, and the traveler giggled over her beautiful smile.

Isabela had no idea how her family would react, and the traveler knew all too well how treacherous these waters were. They kept their love a secret and paraded as "good friends."

Alas, the muse of travel called to the traveler once more. She asked Isabela to come with her for a short trip. They would return to Encanto no more than a month's time.

Isabela felt she couldn't, she had obligations to her family and the Encanto. As much as she wanted to go on an adventure with her newfound lover, she declined.

Before the grey-eyed honey-haired traveler left, she gifted Isa a book of poetry. On one page were letters and symbols that Isa couldn't understand. On the opposite page were the English translations. The traveler explained they were her own notes from her time in Greece.

On a page that called on a goddess called Aphrodite, Isa found a sprig of lavender carefully pressed and preserved. She smiled, remembering lavender was the traveler's favorite flower.

The traveler says she'll be back in a month's time. Isa's stomach was all knotted up and it didn't help when the traveler failed to arrive.

Days passed, weeks, and finally a full month later Isabela became so desperate she asked her tío Bruno to look into the traveler's future.

That night, Isa dreamt of the day they first kissed swimming in the river where no one could find them. The traveler was fully clothed and embraced Isa, tears falling hot down her cheeks.

Isa pushed her back, mad that she hadn't returned. The traveler's face fell. She held Isabela's hands as she explained that she hadn't returned not because of their love but because she had been killed. She was only able to tell Isa now, in a semi-conscious state, before dreaming.

Isa's breathing quickened, eyes wide. Killed?

The traveler nodded, tearing up. She leaned in and kissed Isa before she was torn from her lover again.

Isabela woke up feeling sick to her stomach. She was noticeably downcast during breakfast. Everybody assumed she was upset due to the traveler not arriving.

Bruno offered to look into it. Bruno, Mirabel, and Isa climbed Bruno's tower. She hadn't been in the vision cave since she was a child.

How things have changed.

They sat around the fire. Bruno began the vision. Sand swirled around them, but no images surfaced.

This had never happened before. Bruno tried a second time, and once again it was just a beautiful light display. No images surfaced.

He was about to try a third time when Isa put her hand on his to stop him, explaining she already knew. She had had a dream that the traveler had died.

Mirabel was the first to give Isabela a hug, and Bruno joined.

Mirabel helped Isa to her room as Bruno explained to Abuela and Julieta that Isabela just learned of her "good friend's" death.

Isabela mourned. She avoided the river like the plague. The book became her most treasured possession. She grew lavender in her lover's memory.

Every so often, the traveler would return in Isabela's dreams.

"You can't give up. You need to live for the both of us," she would say to her.

It wasn't until decades later, after Julieta's funeral (the last of the triplets) did Isabela confide in Mirabel and Louisa the true nature of her relationship with the traveler. Her once night black hair that had been stained with dye in her youth had begun to gray.

She was the only Madrigal grandchild to not marry. She had adopted a baby girl with honey-golden hair and grey eyes and named her after the traveler who had stolen her heart all those years ago: Travaine.

#isabela madrigal #isabela x oc #encanto fanfic

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