ℳ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓅ℴ𝓈𝒶 || Male Mirabel x reader

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Back in Antonio's room, music played out and everyone danced, ate or spoke with one another. It was one big party.

Pepa danced with her husband and son with bright smiles on their faces, Felíx moved over a bit over to Alma.

Felíx encouraged her, "Come on, Abuela! Tirame un paso— Wepa!"

Alma moved in to the crowd smiling, dancing lightly while they all clapped cheering, just as she was about to have fun, Mateo and (Y/n) burst in.

"The house is in danger! The house is in danger!" Mateo shouted panting, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to them.

(Y/n) chimed in, "The tiles were falling and there were cracks everywhere... And the candle almost went out."

Everyone began to murmur amongst themselves. Alma fixed herself up, "Show me" she said. Mateo and (Y/n) led her and everyone out of Antonio's room.

Mateo headed down the stairs into the courtyard, "What? No, that's— He gasped lightly and (Y/n) looked around in disbelief.

"Abuela, they were everywhere: on the doors" (Y/n) pointed over to a set of doors and waved her wrist making the cracks appear people gasped out.

"Walls" the walls got covered in cracks identical like the one before. "The candle looked like it was going to go out, like this" she made the lights dim and the doors as well.

"Abuela. We promise..." Mateo spoke but Alma raised her hand.

"That's enough" she hushed and turned to (Y/n) sending her a disappointed look. (Y/n) slowly hung her head and her illusions faded away, and murmurs grew.

Alma turned around and reassured with a smile "There is nothing wrong with La Casa Madrigal. The magic is strong— and so are the drinks. Please... music!" She clapped.

Back upstairs, Agustín noticed how the tension was and called over to Luisa who brought over a piano and he played, "En Barranquilla Me Quedo" they both forced a smile, and drums played along with them allowing everyone to go back to the party.

Turning around Alma placed her hand on (Y/n) shoulder and guided her back into Antonio's room. (Y/n) glances over sadly to Julieta who just left looking at her son downstairs concerned.

At the corner of her eye, (Y/n) saw as Julieta placed her hand on his shoulder and they began to walk away.

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"If it was all in my head, how did I cut my hand?" Mateo questioned as he stood by the counter while his mother kneaded dough.

"I would never ruin Antonio's night" he said holder his cut hand, "Is that really what you think?"