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applesap-fics · 3 months

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Fapruary 1 - Wedding night

E, 1851 words, Mariano/Isabela. What if Isabela went through with the wedding?

There are an awful lot of things to do before the wedding and Mariano scarcely has the time to talk with Isabela about it, and even then Isabela doesn’t want to say much without her family to consult. His grandmother guffaws when he laments this with a sigh. “You’d rather run away with her and have her in private, wouldn’t you!”

It would give them time to admire each other without anyone present, yes. Isabela, even now, even promised to Mariano, still feels like something unreachable. A flower he can’t pluck. No– She’s more like an arrangement of a bouquet.

That is how she stays. Arranged. Even at the altar as he compares her to the most beautiful flower in the Encanto.

Even at the reception.

Mariano is sweaty and woozy from dancing and drinking. Isabela throws a light curtain of rose petals wherever she dances, her smile gleaming and inviting, but at some point even her endless supply of cheer runs out and she comes to sit with Mariano at one of the side tables.

She sighs, as weary as Mariano is from the long day they’ve had to navigate. She brushes invisible crumbs or wrinkles from her lap. Nothing catches on her pure white gloves. The content expression on his wife’s face is one of a job well done.

His wife. They’re done now. They’ve courted, proposed, prepared and now they’re wedded. That does feel very satisfying, he supposes. At least all the rituals and ceremonies are out of the way now.

He fumbles for words. What do you say to your wife when she’s so beautiful and perfect? He’s been afraid to say too much today in case he messed it up with her.

“Are you happy?” he ends up saying, dumbly, even though he does really want to know. “With today, I mean?”

She smiles. “Of course. It went really well.”

Mariano nods. “Yeah.” It went exactly the way Abuela and doña Alma wanted it to. Their families were so excited.

“And we’re almost done.”

That’s exactly it! The night is almost over and they can finally relax. With the wedding complete, there isn’t much needed on their part to keep the party going.

“Good thing you don’t have to wear the trail anymore,” he says. It’s hard to imagine Isabela tripping over anything, but at least he didn’t have to watch out for it while dancing with her. He’d been worried about that before Abuela laughed it off.

She hums as if he’s made an astute observation instead of a joke. It makes him both feel less and even more awkward. Actually, it makes him feel a little dumb, but that’s probably not how she meant it.

“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Isabela says.

“I don’t think I can dance any more,” he agrees. Parties in the Encanto, especially the Madrigals’, can last for days. “Do you uh… wanna end the night?”

It’s exactly what she wants to do.

Isabela reaches for his hand. She’s soft, and the unexpected touch sends shivers up his arm. He always likes it when she touches him. Flirty, making him curious, sighing and yearning after her. They used to be fleeting, but now that they’re married she’s allowed to touch him as much as she wants.

Gently, they move through the crowd, saying pleasant goodbyes and thankyous and avoiding jokes about flower picking, as Isabela takes Mariano up to her room.

The party instantly quiets as the door closes behind them. So this is her room. Their room, technically, though it is dauntingly Isabela. On some level he knows his clothes have moved into her wardrobe — all pink and lavender now, even though he likes white and red more — but from floor to bottom it’s all flowers and gardens with not a lot of furniture. If the house can spare it, he hopes Casita has a writing desk for him.

Starstruck, he takes in the tower, and (“Woah!”) as they step further into the room, a bed is lowered by vines from the ceiling hidden by a flower curtain.

That’s now their bed, where he will wake up as her husband and she as his wife every single day for the rest of time.

“Oh,” he sighs when it dawns on him. They aren’t that kind of done.

“Mariano.” Isabela’s voice is soft, shaky. Her hands are clasped in front of her. For the first time he’s known her, it sounds as if she’s not sure what to say.

His hand slips up her arm above her glove where his palm rests on her warm, naked skin. “Isabela…”

“Do you want to have sex?”

Mariano’s groin stirs at the proposition. It’s not like he’s never fantasized about it before.

A strand of black silky hair, beautifully curling over her bare neckline, enticing. “Of course I want to,” he says, his knuckles grazing over her skin, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

She flashes a smile.

“Isabela…” Mariano cups her cheek, round and soft in his broad hand, and kisses her deeply.

They kissed before at the altar and once during the party when their photo got taken. Lips firm against lips to seal the deal, the next one a little lighter. Sparks contained, knowing that he couldn’t push too hard at the time for fear of ruining the moment for her, for the family watching them. The perfect kiss.

It’s so much more than he expected. More than anything he could have written up for her in a love poem. Her lips are so soft and so easy to get lost in. When he angles his head to deepen the kiss, she yields easily, even opening her mouth for him! Feeling much braver than a moment before, he slips his tongue in, parting her mouth even further until he moans wantongly into her. His body runs warm. His cock stirs, hardening against her dress. And Isabela–

If he goes too rough, she knows she can ask him to slow down. She’s thankfully not as tense as she was a few months back, when Dolores made that joke about the five babies and she was once again pulled into a future she knew she had to prepare for.

“Will it hurt?” she had asked Mami. When she grew up, the Abuelitas (if they dared to speak of sex at all) always said it would hurt the first time, and a few of her girlfriends were already married and had said the same. “Guys are so rough.” They were of no help, of course.

But Mami and tía Pepa had softened the blow a little. “If he does it right, you’ll want to dive back onto him as soon as he’s done,” Pepa told her shamelessly, at which her mother had blushed, but nodded. “Ask him to slow down if he goes too fast,” her mother added. “And that goes for kissing too. I don’t know, mija, he seems so dreamy. But all boys get excited and you’re allowed to set boundaries.”

So far so good, kissing wise. The real boundary she wants to set is for him to sleep on the floor (or another room where she won’t have to spend time with him) and never touch her again. She hadn’t been able to get that out of her mind. Mariano on top of her, under her, near her. His lips. His face. His hands. His penis. She wanted to shake the thought out of her head any time she thought of it. How to make those five babies happen. Him on top of her. Him inside of her.

So, as she does with any new challenge, she had practiced what she would do. Touched herself, not out of curiosity like when she was a teen, but with purpose. Her hands roaming her breasts, firm. Her curves, smooth, probably easy to grab. The hair between her legs. The heat. That nub that send a shock through her the first time she found it.

Mariano spreads her like a tossed bouquet of flowers on the bed. Pulls his hand through her bodice, popping open the pearl-like buttons on her back. She knows what she looks like to him. Mirrors help her to see how others perceive her. Her wedding dress, slightly bunched up. Her full breasts poking out of the corset, engulfed by Mariano’s warm mouth.

It feels like an insect crawling on top of her. She had hoped she wouldn’t be as dry as she imagined. Rarely did she think of Mariano fucking her when she spread her legs under the covers and rubbed herself. Sometimes she thought of herself, writhing, a little scared. Sometimes she — traitorously — thought of her friends who already had sex. Who knew how to move to make it pleasurable, to please their husbands. Sometimes she thought of them teaching her.

Their fingers on her clit, instead of Mariano’s. Their higher, but still husky voices moaning against her earlobe, kissing her neck, instead of Mariano’s. Their slim fingers curling inside of her, like Isabela liked to do to herself, instead of Mariano’s.

Unable to find her entrance, he rubbed his cock against her. “Is this good?”

At least he’s nice. But no. Nothing about this feels good. It’s like grinding against uncooked ham.

“Yes,” she says with a moan, moving in tandem with him.

It’s like dancing! Tío Félix had quipped before breaking into a waltz with tía Pepa. On another, separate occasion, Papi had said the same. It was good advice. Dancing she could do.

She took his hand and moved it down her belly, guiding him towards her clit. At least with his eyes closed he’s not looking at her grimace.

She does let out a genuine cry when their fingers circle her clit and his cock breaches her cunt right after.

Better not to think of Mariano. Maybe if it was one of the younger aunties guiding something inside her instead, to teach her how to take something big. The most fingers she’s been able to get inside of herself is three, and Mariano feels much bigger than anything she’s taken before. That should make it more believable that this is her first time. Still, there’s no way he has the experience to know she isn’t technically a virgin anymore. Not all women bleed, her mother had said. Isabela is certainly not going to bleed for Mariano. (Although she had, briefly, thought about secretly pricking herself so the sheets would stain red.)

And it’s not so bad once he thrusts inside of her. She doesn’t ask him to slow down, maybe even kind of likes the way he rams into her. The sooner he’s done, the sooner she’s done. The thrusts shove her mind away from Mariano. From his noises. From his hairy arms locked around her and his equally hairy chest rubbing against her bare breasts. She can pretend his hardness is her own. That somehow, the mirror is still in front of her.

It’s a lot to get used to. The next night, she’s already adjusted a little bit more.

#encanto #encanto fanfics #mariano guzman #isabela madrigal #fapruary #<- no idea if ill be able to keep that up #mariano/isabela #i cant imagine people check that tag but still #mariano x isabela

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laynore-x · 5 months

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--"Replaced Miracle AU"--⛈️🌈🌹

Despite the drama of years ago, Isabela and Dolores are very close.

Isa is still hesitant to talk about Mirabel for objecting at her wedding with Mariano since it was Alma's wish, but deep down she is very grateful that she did (Isabela was the favorite granddaughter for possessing a powerful gift; while no matter how hard Dolores tried to look perfect or meet her standards, it was never enough for her grandmother).

After some events, Mariano and Dolores got to know each other better, and they fell in love.

(full image below if you'd like to see)

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dragoneyes618 · 7 months

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I was thinking about an AU where Isabela never confessed that she didn't want to marry Mariano.

Confess to Mirabel, that is. She admitted it to Dolores at some point.

Dolores, in turn, told her that actually she wanted to marry Mariano.

And instead of doing the natural thing and telling their parents, because the Madrigal family is awful at communicating, they decided to pull a switch. At Isabela's wedding, it would actually be Dolores under the veil, and she wouldn't reveal herself until it was too late. They'd be married, and no matter the reaction of the family, they couldn't do that.

Except, of course, that the ceremony would be invalid, because Dolores would be married under the name Isabela Madrigal.

Unless they got the priest in on it. And he agreed to go along with it. And not tell their family.

A friend of mine suggested that they have Antonio's animals cause a distraction at all the points Isabela's name would be said in the ceremony. They wouldn't tell him what was going on - just "Hey, don't you want your jaguar to be with you when your cousin gets married?" And then said jaguar entering right at the moment Padre Flores says Isabela's name causes a bit of an uproar, so no one hears that he actually said Dolores' name instead.

And then after the wedding everyone realizes what happened.

Meanwhile, poor Mariano is stuck on the middle and has no clue what's going on.

#encanto #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #padre flores #senor flores #encanto au #madrigal family #antonio madrigal

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jacarandaaaas · 1 month

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got a stupid doodle comic idea a few days ago so I drew it😭

I love corny mariano who makes unhinged jokes! Dolores laughed her ass off for at least 10 minutes tears in her eyes 💀

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #isabela madrigal #disney’s encanto #encanto fanart #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mariano guzman #I feel like Mariano would say stuff like this #he’s a dumb himbo but we love him for it #good thing he’s not actually at the table #Mirabel would fight him if she heard it #jacarandaaaaasart

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glendybluebird · 2 years

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Hamilton x Encanto 🦋🕯️🎭✨

I had a long hamilton concert in the bathroom earlier🤣🚿 I wanted to doodle some more scenes but I was tired and needed rest.😌

Dolores’s personality matches Eliza and Isabela’s Angelica’s, but Angelica and Dolores’s story arcs are similar.

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icecry · 21 days

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『 Life can get a little prickly.』

Especially for those who always seem to have a flicker of sadness in their eyes. I'm making progress through this busy work schedule, slowly but surely!✨

#myart #icecry #encanto #bruno madrigal #disney #disney encanto #we don't talk about bruno #bruno #encanto fanart #Chel #the road to el dorado #road to el dorado #road to el dorado chel #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Pepa: Hey, what have you two been doing?

Isabela: We were helping Dolores with her wedding vows and we have recently been kicked out of her room for making it inappropriate.

Camilo: I’m sorry, but how is “Nice ass, Mariano” inappropriate?

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzmán #dolores x mariano

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madrigalsistersincorrectquotes · 5 months

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Mirabel: Why’s Dolores on the bathroom floor crying?

Isabela: She’s drunk.

Mirabel: And?

Luisa: And she heard Mariano’s married.

Mirabel:

Mirabel: She’s his wife though.

Isabela: We know.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #madrigal sisters #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #dolores x mariano #doloriano

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incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes · 11 months

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Mariano: Dolores has been staring at me for a while. Do you think she likes me?

Isabela:

Isabela: This is literally your wedding.

#madrigal family #mariano guzmán #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto #encanto incorrect quotes #family bonding?#incorrect quotes #encanto mariano #encanto dolores #encanto isabela

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cartoon-lovers-world · 1 year

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If you ever feel like you put too much whump/emotional package in your Encanto fic, just remember a few things:

This cutie pie never got to enjoy his ceremony, aka the night of his life, and was afraid of 'not being special', oh and let's not forget that he was almost crushed by a door, and he's five

This girl, spent all her life being perfect, and was going to marry a man she never loved for the sake of her family

On the other hand, this girl spent her life seeing the man she loved with another girl, and not just any girl, but her cousin, and couldn't do anything about it

Oh, let's not forget that Luisa literally worked without rest for the sake of being 'helpful', and was prolly stressed 24/7

Hold on, there's more

Bruno literally didn't expect to receive a hug from HIS MOTHER, and also thought it would be better to live in the walls even after everything is fixed, to sum up, he thought it would be better if he wasn't there

Let's not forget that Mirabel was literally surprised when HER SISTER hugged her, like, c'mon. Is this normal for siblings? Sure. But for Mira, that's totally a surprise

Oh, i almost forgot, our weather queen here had to hide her feelings and be in a good mood 24/7 in order to please everyone for like, 45 years

Boy literally was struck by lightning, like, imagine how hurtful it is to get struck by lightning then shift into, i don't know, 3 people?

Last but not least, the lovebirds. Who never got to enjoy parenthood together, or experience their happily ever after. One was murdered just after his kids were born, and the other watched him getting murdered in front of her eyes, and had to raise three kids on her own, for fifty years, all while making sure their magic never dies