How Do You Know Youre Aroace??

“How do you know you’re aroace??”

Cupid shot me with his arrow and I had an allergic reaction

Somebody help me I'm so bored I started to make another au

There's nothing wrong with you

Mirabel was tired. She wanted things to go back, be normal again.

@encantober-official prompt - Truth

Mirabel felt suffocating. Weight pressed on her chest so heavy. Pushing the air out of her lungs with every thud of the old walls crashing against their foundation. Dust crawled into her nose, forcing Mirabel to sneeze when there wasn't enough air. And it was snapping, wood cracked into the fingers. The candle between her fingers felt like it was burning her alive, hot spires licked the delicate skin. She was about to die, again. It would kill her for good. Mirabel gasped for breathe but the air just wouldn't come in, leaving her like fish out of the water for hours straight.

Her sheets were wet from sweat. Mirabel jumped, yanking herself out of the unbearable weight of her blanket. Her body trembled. For a moment Mirabel just stood here. Then her knees buckled. Hands gripped onto the cold lifeless floor. A painful limp got stuck in her throat. This was happening again she would die she just...

Right. Nothing is breaking (even if a moment ago Mirabel was sure Casita was about to crash her for good.)

This was happening again. Nightmares had become her very close friend since Casita's collapse. Mirabel inhaled, trying to push the acid taste of stone chips. It didn't work, no matter how hard she tried. The dust just got so deep in her lungs that night, Mirabel wasn't able to cough it out.

She pushed herself up, walking out of her room in a slim pace. For a moment she stared at the decorated door. Painted by her family. Then at the dark halls. The stars lightened the place. Okay, okay... Everything  is...

Something cracked. Mirabel cried out like a lost duckling, taking a step back. This was happening again, she would die. The miracle was fading because of her. And this time it would take everyone else with her. The smoke rose in the air, suffocating Mirabel, her limbs were attached by the threads. Yes she could feel it, her bones are being crushed. The porcelain plates are crushed by the solid rock. It pushed her into the ground as Mirabel desperately tried to get herself out. She cried in panic as the weight locked her in place. No, the candle.... who would go for it? Her head spun.

The sounds yelled in her ears, Mirabel tried to push the stone away. But it didn't bulge, only staining her deeper. "Mirabel!" The debris screamed, panicked. (When did it learned to speak instead of simply crashing?)

Voice got louder. Blocking out the sounds, so drowning. With it, the noise of the cracks running along the tower became quiet and died 

There was nothing. Casita wasn't breaking, the magic wasn't fading. Mirabel just got stupid over nothing again. The debris that seemed rock-hard hard just a second ago became softer when Mirabel managed to focus on it. And way warmer than a normal stone, like it was lying in the sun a moment ago, taking its raw shine. There wasn't a floor where she was pushed. Rather someone's arms

Mirabel lifted her chin. "Luisa?" She breathed out. Nobody else could’ve been so big. Her body trembled, hands clenched purple nightgown. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep panicking over nothing? She should've get over it already.

"You here?" Luisa clarified, lifting Mirabel into her arms. "Bad night again?" Mirabel didn't reply. Her Hermana saw enough to know. 

"What's wrong with me?" She whispered. Her chest still was tight. 

Luisa cuddled her against her shoulder. "Nothing."

Mirabel shook her head frantically. "I keep hearing and feeling things that aren't real." This wasn't normal by any definition. What an irony, Mirabel wanted to be special like her family, but instead she became an idiot who freaked out over nothing. She missed the way things were. When Mirabel didn't have to wake up, trembling from anxiety. Feeling like she would get crushed any second. (That her life would fade like a flame between her hands)

"Hey, hermanita," Luisa shook her head, pulling Mirabel closer. Allowing the younger girl's head to rest on her shoulder. Mirabel shut her eyes, trying to block out the sight of a chattered cup on the stairs. Black liquid spilled around it. 

Why did Luisa even bother? Mirabel wasn't getting better. No matter how many times they assured her that Casita was steady, she kept waking up  with racing heart. Panic was strangling her at every sound. This wasn't normal, was it? It wasn’t okay, nothing was ever okay. Mirabel was stuck in the past without a way out. Everyone else moved on and Mirabel still heard a deafening noises of Bruno’s tower falling down

"No houses will collapse on you," Luisa assured her, voice twitching. She bit her lip, looking to the side to think. "Or if it does then I'll throw the fucking thing out of Encanto."

There was no need to do this. But, at the moment Mirabel curled against her sister's side, wanting for nothing more than to feel the warm safety of  her presence that nobody else could have. She never understood why Luisa put so much trust on her. But regardless, Mirabel found it hard not to  feel sleepy in the big gentle arms. Luisa should go to sleep, instead of dealing with her. Mirabel was practically an adult, it was selfish wanting Luisa to babysit her.

Here it goes again. Self-hatred. Wasn’t there supposed to be some character development that Mirabel didn’t feel like she doesn’t deserve love? “I just want to stop feeling like such a wreck.” Nobody would believe Mirabel if she told them. She was seeing thing that weren’t real, but her head was convinced they were. The pain. The fear. This deep feeling that she would get crushed at any moment soon. Just be normal and… forget. But it didn’t seem she ever would.

“It will get better,” Luisa tried to assure her, but it didn’t stop the knot in Mirabel’s stomach. Weight like a rock inside of her. “It’s okay to be stressed.” Mirabel wanted to protest but bit her tongue. Luisa was somehow a nervous wreck too. And if Mirabel said it wasn’t Luisa might think Mirabel belittled her emotions or anxiety. “Really, you’re doing great.” The older get pulled Mirabel, cradling her in her arms. Like an infant, but with their size difference, Mirabel could as well look like one.

“I’m tired.” Mirabel whispers, looking nowhere. Not physically tired from bad sleep, but deeply exhausted mentally. Always so tense and afraid of dying. She wanted to be safe again. And even Luisa’s assurance that it would pass doesn’t really help either.

“Do you want to sleep?” Nods, Mirabel wasn’t the one to stay up late. Luisa shifts her in her arms and carries Mirabel away from her room. Teenager lets out a surprised sound, Luisa wasn’t supposed to go here. “How about you stay with me for a night?”

Mirabel sighed, she had to admit that sleep next to Luisa was safer. If Casita collapsed, the older girl could just carry her out. She didn’t feel like she could fall asleep, but she would take this chance. She curled in Luisa's arms "Sorry for this"

Luisa wrapped her tighter. "Don't worry, I would want you to rest well"

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Ignore the fear and you'll be fine

Mountainsn around encanto were big, strong. Able to hold everything in their arms without a smallest crack.

@encantober-official prompt - Mountain

She's the strong one. And she's definitely not nervous at all.

It was what Luisa did, who she was. The one who could take on every burden like it weighted nothing. No matter how heavy it was or when invisible weight on her shoulders threaten to collapse on Luisa, turning her into dust, grinding against the ground. She could handle it. The weight was never a problem. Besides, who if not she? Luisa was strong, the toughest metal would be turned into chips between her fingers. She probably could juggle with buildings if she wanted to. But Luisa didn't really have time for that and definitely didn't have time to clean the mess it would cause. And spending time on nothing was stupid and pointless. Even more so when Luisa rarely had a spare minute. Her work schedule was very tight. .

She couldn’t let herself hesitate, make a single mistake. The mountains towered around her. Hard and unbulky. Holding back whatever could await them outside. The first line of since she was a little girl. Being strong meant she could defend her family. In a sense, she liked to imagine herself like one of the mountains around the place. She was strong and could take everything upon her. There was no place to rest, hard and solid skin could withstand any issue.

It was her job, her purpose. Engraved in gold all these years ago. And Luisa must live up to it. The weight of mountains threatened to crush her shoulders. Yet, she remained standing. Easily stacking more weight above herself. Drowning in expectation without making a sound. Even if her body sometimes felt like it was about to collapse. Luisa had no problem with anything. She could carry it without breaking a sweat. Regardless of how exhausted she was (And who would give a fuck about her anyway if she wasn’t helpful?) It wasn’t like the heaviest weight in the universe could bother her. (Or maybe it did, but she couldn’t really tell anyone). She lived being helpful, even if somethimes the weight piled up a bit too much to be confortable. Threating to fall down

The mountains stood tall and proud, closing around their tiny village. Safe away from any possible danger. Like giants sleeping around them, rough bodies lay down to protect them. Nobody could get in between their watchful gaze. No way in. The stoney guardians locked them where nobody could reach. They could sleep peacefully, not worrying about the outside world. And Luisa really hoped it would stay this way. No need to worry about something bad on the outside if it can't get it. 

Because if it did... Luisa would be the next mountain on their way. It wasn't something people said out loud, but a common knowledge. Something so obvious nobody had actually bother to confirm it. Because, well, Luisa was strong. Stronger than any person to ever live, she was the one able to defeat every threat. The idea of being protector was shaped in her mind probably as long as Luisa could remember herself. Taking one look at her little sister was enough for Luisa to know. She had to keep the little one in her arms, cuddled in warm safety. (Well, it wasn't like this. Luisa had no time). And then getting her gift only secured this thought. Luisa could survive anything and she wouldn't be brought down.

Or she hoped so. The mountains surrounding Encanto were big. And there were many of them. Luisa was only one, and she couldn't be everywhere at once. So if the greater hills would be defeated, what chance did she have? She was strong compared to people, yes. But in reference to the power of these cliffs, Luisa was merely anything. And if she didn't manage to protect everyone, if something bad had happened and she didn't manage to stop it... Luisa wasn't sure how she would live with herself like this. With this heavy guilt that would follow her everywhere. Because she was Encanto's protector. Always strong and unbothered. Never allowing herself to falter for a split second. She didn't have time to think or question. Just push forward and carry whatever they ask.

Except that sometimes Luisa felt worry chewing her. Fear of something hurting people she cared about. She might not be very close to her family, but the idea of them being hurt made Luisa want to throw her guts out. She was supposed to protect then from whatever would happen. What she would do with herself if she failed? This pressure was heavier than anything else, keeping Luisa restless. Being the family's protector, the one who was stonger than crush of the Earth meant it was up to her. No mistakes could be made, Luisa was the strongest person to live at all. 

 The fact that it was Luisa's job to protect everyone was unvearable to hold. Way harder than any church. Because it wasn't just some ordinary job (without which everyone would think she's useless). But it was something that costed a human life. The fact that if Luisa wasn't enough, then somebody could die was suffocating. It was a constant weight on her shoulders. The pressure of being the one to protect everyone, a hero in a shining cape. And the horror of failure. What would happen if she could just watch someone dying but was unable to help? How could Luisa live with such a guilt and knowledge she didn’t help when it mattered the most?