#protective au

Julieta stood in the courtyard of Casita, it was the dead of night and everyone else was asleep, and the only light came from the glowing candle that sat in the windowsill. Julieta looked up at the candle with pure disdain, she didn't understand, everyone had been given a special gift, everyone except little Mirabel, her gift ceremony was a few weeks ago, and the poor girl had been inconsolable ever since, she's convinced there's something wrong with her or she did something bad to not get a gift, but Julieta refuses to believe that, her Mirabel is the sweetest girl in the world, she deserves a gift more than anyone. As if being denied her birthright wasn't enough, people had begun to treat her differently, the townspeople gave her weird looks and whispered behind her back, Isabela had begun to distance herself from Mirabel, and Alma practically avoided her like the plague, shooing her away whenever she sought her out. To top it all off, Bruno had disappeared the night of Mirabel's ceremony, Julieta didn't know what to think about that, sure she was worried sick for her hermanito, but she had a horrible feeling that Bruno's disappearance was tied to Mirabel's ceremony in some way, if her brother had left simply because he was freaked out Mirabel didn't get a gift she would personally strangle him. It made her blood boil, Mirabel was crying herself to sleep each night in a nursery she had been promised she would move out of by now and was being ostracized by her own town and family for something she couldn't control, and it was all that stupid candle's fault!

Julieta seethed silently in anger until a clatter of tiles at her feet pulled her away from her thoughts, "what is it Casita?" She asked, unable to hide the anger in her voice, the house rumbled as it rearranged itself, forming a staircase up past the second floor and to the windowsill that held the candle. Julieta was confused but climbed the staircase nonetheless, she peeked through the window into the candle room to make sure her mother wasn't there before staring down at the candle like it was a piece of trash. "Why?" she asked angrily, "why did you do this to her? You were supposed to protect this family, how is ostracizing Mirabel protecting the family? All the other children got gifts, how is that fair? How does making Mirabel feel like she did something wrong, or isn't good enough for your miracle, help anyone?!" Julieta took deep breaths to keep herself from raising her voice further, the last thing she needed was to wake someone up. "Why?" She asked again, "doesn't she at least deserve an explanation?" The candle seemed to spark in response, was the candle mocking her? Julieta's anger came to a boiling point and she grabbed the candle in frustration, having half a mind to just throw it to the ground or snuff it out right then and there, but before she could do either of those things, the candle flared up and Julieta felt a burst of magic course through her.

The miracle answered, and everything became clear, of course, how could she have not seen it before? It wasn't the candle, or the miracle, it was Alma, she had always put so much pressure on the family, to use their gifts to serve the community, to earn their miracle, she demanded nothing less than perfection, Pepa was never allowed to just let her emotions be, she always had to bottle everything up and force moods on herself to make whatever weather was convenient, Julieta was practically chained to the kitchen since the day she turned five, seriously, who makes a five year old cook food for an entire town? And how many times have people come to her stand with minor injuries that would heal on their own within a week? It was ridiculous, poor Dolores had to hear so many uncomfortable things, invading other people's privacy just for the sake of 'keeping an eye on things' like she was little more than a walking surveillance system, and little Luisa, she had just gotten her gift a few years ago, but she was already saddled with so much work, just last week she had moved an entire house just so the owner wouldn't have to deal with their noisy neighbor, Julieta had tried to protest this, saying Luisa was too young to lift something that heavy, even with her super strength, but Alma had brushed her off, saying Luisa was 'just doing her part to help the community' why hadn't she objected more? She could see her daughter struggling under the weight, why hadn't she done more to stop it? It's no wonder Bruno left, Alma had always insisted he do visions to foresee potential danger and then chastise him when he gave a vision someone didn't like, as if he controlled the future. Bruno had already cracked under the pressure, how much longer until the rest of the family followed suit? Well no more.

Julieta held the candle close as she descended the staircase back to the ground floor, "thank you, Casita" she said as the home once again rearranged itself, the staircase now leading to a blank space on the wall of the second floor. Julieta smiled as she reached the second floor, she knew her daughter wasn't to blame for the failed ceremony, and she had been right, it was Alma's fault, Alma had put the gifts and serving the community over the well being of her family, in trying to 'earn' their miracle she had actually weakened it, to the point where the magic wasn't strong enough to give Mirabel a gift, Julieta would make sure the town knew who was to blame for the failed ceremony, she had heard far too many rumors about that regarding her daughter, but first she had to right her mother's wrong. Julieta put her hand on the wall, and the candle once again glowed brighter, the wall swirled with magic until it eventually formed a blank door, complete with an intricately carved doorknob engraved with an 'M', Mirabel's door was back, Julieta couldn't wait to see the look on her little girl's face, and she would make sure it works this time, Alma won't take anything else from this family ever again.

Bruno was startled from his sleep as Casita threw him off of the chair, "what was that for Casita?" He asked, Casita pointed towards the door of his makeshift room, urging him to look beyond it, Bruno shrugged and opened the door to see whatever it was Casita wanted him to see, in the darkness, it took Bruno a moment to see what it was Casita had woken him for, the cracks, which had laced the walls since long before Bruno took up residency there, were gone, some smaller cracks still remained, but the bigger ones that Bruno had tried desperately to patch had disappeared, as of they were never there. Bruno could only stare in shock as he thought back to his final vision, the one that drove him to hide within the walls:

Mirabel, standing in front of a cracked Casita, with Alma looming over her, holding the snuffed out candle and giving a stern look Bruno had come to expect from her, but shifting the tablet showed a different image, Mirabel in front of a now intact Casita, and instead of Alma, it was his sister Julieta, holding the burning candle as she smiled down at her daughter.

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You i finished reading the rewrite. Amazing. Love the writing and the writer is so nice, y'all should check it out, its so good.

ANYWAY THIS IS SO RAD. I honestly need to do more protective content, its been a while (then again I need to revisit ALL my older aus tbh). Candle holder Julieta...I'm so down with it. Like who she is the most caring and she always has her family's beat interest in mind. Especially Mirabel. Imagine how heartbroken Julieta is whenever she's sees Mirabel mopping around. And she even noticed the other family members at their struggles. Like she wasn't having it anymore, and she is so real for that.

Also, random asf, but I love it when. They bully the candle. Like why bully each other, GET THAT CANDLE❗❓ anyway shout to candle for helping Julieta see who's REALLY at fault (Alma I still love you <///3).

Shameless plug to give fanart for whatever it takes and this snippet Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

ALAO BRUNO!!! COME OUT THE WALLS!!! Or like. Something. Hopefully he sees Julieta taking a stand 😭

THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVED READING IT (twice) AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE (if you have it and want to share with the class <333)

XOXO Fexi Party DAY 3: Protective AU Notes: Helloooo, it's a day late but better late than never! Decided to write a fic on here because I love incorporating visuals and gifs with stories. :) Tell me if you life this and enjoy!!

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Fez was driving back from a pick-up when he felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket. Lexi had gone to some drama kid's party with Rue and some of her friends. He was planning to chill back at home with Ash, waiting for her to text him and complain about how bored she was.

They had been seeing each other after the party on New Year's Eve. They'd been texting each other frequently and she'd come by his store and house more than often. No one really knew about their relationship and they both never really cared what anyone would think if they did find out. Just as long as the people he dealt with kept far away from her, he was good. With Lexi, he never had to keep his guard up. He truthfully speak his mind and she'd listen, vice versa. The way she'd smile shyly at him when he'd compliment her, the taste of her lips, the curves of her body when she'd press up against him. He never related to what addicts felt like but it was like he couldn't get enough of her. One taste of Lexi and he'd been hooked.

Sliding his phone out of his pocket to check who texted him. He felt his blood rushing as he swiftly pulled over to read the rest of the messages.

Ash had quickly sensed something was off by the change in Fez' calm demeanor and almost frantic look in his eyes and he watched him call someone on his phone.

"Yo what's wrong?"

"It's Lexi."

Love it! To give it a little more applicability, let’s expand it to influencers and content creators in general:

(Please note that while we encourage writing fanfiction, please write about the characters that influencers may portray and not the people themselves as many have not consented.)

Moving can be a stressful enough situation as it is, but that’s only made worse by Character B’s new next door neighbor (Character A) who (for some godforsaken reason) keeps yelling “BLUE IS SUS” at all hours of the night. The noise is bad enough, but it’s like they already hated them or something. This whole situation is made just a bit worse when out of the blue (pun intended), Character A knocks on Character B’s door and basically demands to film a vlog in their apartment because it was “cleaner” and they “had a bunch of plants which proved they were responsible.” Even IF Character B somehow agrees to let them film over at their place JUST THIS ONCE, that had to be the end of it...right?

Character B has been a chronic “mod hopper,” jumping from one streamer’s moderating team to another streamer’s moderating team and so on and so forth. It seemed like their hopping days were over when they found a particularly small streamer (Character A) whose community just felt like home. Two years later, the previously small streamer seems to have exploded in popularity, competing with some of the greats of the greats. All was well and good until one fateful night: Character B was doing some online shopping while their streamer’s eventful game of Valorant played in the background when Character B pasted their own address into the shipping box and hit enter. Puzzled, they looked at the screen; the boxes were still blank. They trailed their mouse over to their other monitor and realized in horror that they’d pasted their address in their streamer’s chat to almost 70,000 viewers. TL;DR -- Character A comes to Character B’s rescue and fends off their overexuberant fans.

Being abroad in April 2020 was supposed to be fun, but it really just wound up with Character B being stuck in a hotel (where they didn’t speak the language) for quarantine for an indefinite period. They had everything they needed, so it wouldn’t have been the end of the world...that is, until the hotel became overbooked and they stuck an influencer (Character A) in their room, citing it as an emergency measure. Oh, there'd be an emergency alright, especially if Character A didn't stop filming live shows at 3 AM two feet away from Character B's face.

There’s a recent adage that says “when the world ends, everyone will record it on their phone.” And, well, there may be some truth to that, even if there’s a little twist. Character A (a YouTuber well-known for their cinematography, drone shots, and vlogging expertise) and Character B (a research facility assistant) attempt to navigate the apocalypse and accurately record the last moments of humanity.

Being an influencer made Character A some decent money, but not enough to compete with inflation. So, as a bit of a side gig, they decide to post some...racey content...on a specific site (with their face cropped out, of course). Their new partner (Character B) knows about their side gig and supports them, so it’s never really been a problem...that is, until Character A comes over to meet Character B’s parents and both seem to blush way, way too much. It’s almost like they recognize Character A from...not their face?

IT support at a popular tech outlet certainly isn’t very glamorous, but Character B really just does it for the paycheck and employee discounts (having a massive rig at home doesn’t exactly pay for itself). One day, this person (Character A) comes in and asks for IT support on their rig which seems to be on the fritz. After helping them fix their problem, Character A goes on their way...only to come back the next day with another issue. And the next. And the next. It’s gotten so bad that Character B just gives in: “okay, you having to drive out here every time you have an issue is driving me up the wall. Just, take my cell number and text me if there’s a problem, okay? We can FaceTime and I can walk you through it. Saves a ton of hassle.” Character A practically beams and saunters out of the store. Less than 5 seconds later, a text appears on Character B’s phone: “I think I may be broken; would you mind turning me off and on again sometime?”

Character B makes a living as an ethical hacker, testing larger company’s firewalls, running security checks, etc. On the down low, though, they offer some other slightly darker services. One that they’ve been hired to do repeatedly was to hack another person’s device and delete a recently sent message, either from text, email, apps, etc. On Tuesday night, they get a message from their page from a throwaway account asking them to do just that: delete a snapchat that was sent to the wrong person. This seemed like an easy enough task, but as soon as they saw the information attached, they realized the truth: the throwaway account was their best friend’s partner, Character A, who had accidentally sent a snapchat that admitted Character A had cheated on Character B’s best friend. This would seem like a fairly normal situation, but Character A had 10 million followers...so, what chaos can be wrought?