#mariano

[xnderx]

Take my food my dear children

I will realistically not post for another week,,,

[patauctor-writesandstuff]

Doing some art studies to try and work on shapes, expressions, and line confidence. Decided to start with some Encanto studies!

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Mariano takes a moment at his graduation dinner to show his pride at having been the top student in his graduating class

[lunaimea]

I'm rewatching Teresa and, am I the only one who thinks Arturo may have groomed Teresa in some way? (Context: Arturo, an older, rich man who taught the school Teresa attended, and is also a known lawyer) Like in the first episode, where he eyed her as she walked into the building, lwk kinda creepy (imagine if he was short, ugly, fat, and balding). And also, just out of the bat, offering to pay for her entire tuition to a private university? Another scene too was when Mariano asked Arturo what he was doing in the vecindad and what he wanted in exchange of paying Teresas uni, and Arturo acted completely oblivious as to what Mariano was referring to...mind you hes supposed to be one of the best lawyer in MX, and he doesn't understand why he, a 30 year old man, looks off when he offers a girl whom he called beautiful in a creepy way, free school if he can have her at his side once she graduates uni. Also, he grew a crush on her pretty quickly, when, if we do the math, Teresa had just entered uni.

Not really a hate post. I love Arturo far more than Mariano or Fernando. Mostly because it's Sebastian Rulli playing him lol.

[that-one-thespian]

The Challenge

A surprise for my very good friend @crash-bump-bring-the-whump! This was supposed to be a birthday present but I write slow. Mariano is his!

No one had seen it coming.

The shadowguard had been sent away to deal with an emergency to the north- some rogue bandits with the skills of assassins who were slaughtering citizens.

They weren't here when the foreign prince threw down his gauntlet.

"Choose your champion."

The foreign prince had spoken those words thrice previously, in three different kingdoms.

"If your champion prevails, I will leave you in peace." Thrice previously, what was supposed to be a small diplomatic convoy had turned out to be an army.

"If my champion prevails, your kingdom is mine, though I encourage you to try to stop me from taking it." The warmongering prince flashed a grin. "Or you're welcome to ignore my challenge and try and cast us from your lands, if you want thousands to die."

Three different kingdoms had been razed to the ground, their resources taken, their people broken.

One had rejected the challenge and tried to drive out the invaders.

One had accepted the challenge and fought back when they lost.

One had accepted the challenge and accepted their defeat.

No one had beaten Prince Kolben's champion.

War was at stake. The Ortiz House did not take that lightly. They needed Dimitri, or Laredo, or even Izan- no one would expect a chef to be so lethal. But the shadowguard were gone. Archer suspected that was orchestrated on purpose-- he'd never seen anyone beat Dimitri in single combat. Prince Kolben only wanted to fight battles he could win. House Ortiz had to defeat an undefeated champion.

Archer watched Prince Mariano lean in and murmur something to King Ramon and Queen Lucia. Surely they were going to pick Dame Elana as their champion in absence of the shadowguard; her strength was unparalleled. They needed the best warrior in the kingdom to face this threat.

Three royal sets of eyes turned to Sir Archer.

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Prince Mariano fastened the sabatons on Archer's feet and leaned over to grab the next piece of armor.

Faintly, Archer could hear the roar of a crowd waiting for a fight. Waiting for blood. The barracks were empty save for the guards waiting by the doors to escort them both back to the battlefield. To escort him back to the battlefield, Archer amended to himself. His prince would be safely away from the action where he could watch, surrounded by guards to make sure this wasn't all a smokescreen for an assassination.

Neither of them said a word as Prince Mariano kept working.

Greaves on his shins, cuisses on his thighs. His prince knelt next to him, carefully tightening each strap and securing it. This behavior was beneath his prince. A squire could have done this, Archer could have even done this part himself. But there was something about Prince Mariano's demeanor that Archer recognized.

Prince Mariano couldn't do anything about this fight without invoking war. He certainly couldn't enter the battlefield himself. He couldn't do anything but watch and hope he wasn't sending Sir Archer to his death.

But Mariano could help Archer put on his armor. He could make sure every piece was carefully secured. If he was sending Archer to his death, he could at least make sure he was as protected as possible when he stepped onto the battlefield.

Both of them knew this might be the last time that he helped Archer with his armor.

His prince straightened, reaching for the carefully arranged armor waiting to be slotted into place. Archer was only a few inches taller than him. Their faces were very close as Prince Mariano secured his chain mail, his gauntlets, his breastplate. Archer stayed very still. Archer could feel his prince's breath.

Archer didn't think about that.

The weight of his prince's gaze was heavier than his armor. Prince Mariano was always difficult to read, but Sir Archer knew him. Sir Archer knew the look on his face when he knew he had to be unreadable. Sir Archer knew what Prince Mariano looked like when he was scared.

A pauldron settled on his right shoulder, carefully weighted to counterbalance the heft of his prosthetic on his left side. The left pauldron followed. All that remained was the helm, delicately engraved with the crest of House Ortiz.

Archer genuflected before his prince, head bowed to receive his helm. In a moment of pure, blinding impulse, he reached for Prince Mariano's gloved hand and brushed his lips over his knuckles.

"I won't let you down, your highness."

Prince Mariano looked down at him, and Archer's heart stopped for a moment. Had he gone too far?

"I know you won't, my knight."

His hand lingered in Archer's for what felt like years before he pulled it away. When he did, he didn't reach for the helm, but rather lifted his hand a few more inches so the soft fabric of his gloves caressed Archer's face. The touch seemed to linger even when Prince Mariano turned away to pick up the helm.

Archer didn't think about that.

The helm came down over his head, carefully shaped to accommodate and protect his glasses. There was a weight to it, a sense of finality.

Sir Archer rose to his feet, looking down at his prince. The hilt of his sword was slipped into his hand. No longer did he wear the spare armor from the storage room that he had been lucky to find in the first place. This armor was custom-made, commissioned by Prince Mariano himself to Sir Archer's measurements. The metal was embossed with green and gold, the colors of House Ortiz. This armor fit like a glove. This armor denoted that he was Prince Mariano's personal knight. This armor would protect him.

Prince Mariano stood before him, looking him over, adjusting and readjusting straps that didn't necessarily need to be adjusted. Was he- fussing? It was only a few moments before Prince Mariano dropped his hands and stepped back. To anyone else, his voice would have sounded normal, but Archer heard the slightest quaver to it.

"Go save our kingdom, Sir Archer."

His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword. He bowed to his prince, perhaps for the last time. His heart hammered in his chest. "I won't let you down, my lord."

As Dame Elana escorted Prince Mariano away, Archer couldn't help but notice that Mariano wasn't looking away from him.

Archer couldn't think about that.

He hefted his sword and stepped out onto the battlefield, walking steadily towards Prince Kolben's champion. When he dared to look back, Prince Mariano's eyes were still on him.

[whumpr]

Contains: Just pure smut from the word go. Mariano belongs to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump Part Two to this!

Kissing turned to touching quicker than Ryder could process. Mariano’s greedy hands pulled at his clothes, stripping him down until he was left only in his boxers beneath him. Mariano sat, still fully clothed in his lap, slowly and subtly rolling his hips on top of him.

“You look so good like this.” Mariano whispered, hands splayed flat across Ryder’s chest. Slowly, he dragged his hands downward, resting at the Ryder’s waist.

“How do you want me?” He asked. “I can go down on you, or I can ride you.”

Ryder groaned. His hands fluttered to the waistband of Mariano’s sweatpants to dutifully untie them.

“Ride me.” He whispered.

Ryder didn’t waste time in stripping Mariano out of his clothes, focused and linear as he always was until Mariano was stripped bare on top of him.

Hips slowly rolling, Mariano worked against Ryder, grinding down on top of him as he watched him with lidded eyes. The head of his cock pressed against Mariano from beneath his boxers, straining against the thin fabric as if Ryder was trying to fuck him through it already.

“You’re teasing.” Ryder whispered as Mariano danced.

“I am.” He answered.

With a hungry insistence, Ryder reached down to pull himself out of his boxers. Strong, shaking hands gripping Mariano’s hips to stop his grinding and line himself up.

Mariano could have taken his hands away, could have pinned him and teased him for hours. Ryder knew that. But Mariano only laughed and allowed Ryder to push inside him.

“God,” Mariano whispered, his voice caught in the back of his throat. “God, you’re the perfect size.”

Ryder didn’t answer, he didn’t look up to Mariano’s ringlit gaze, he just pulled him close until he was flush against him. Slowly, he rocked his hips up into him, fluttering his eyes shut and relishing in the soft noises it drew from the man on top of him.

It was wonderful, but it was short lived as Mariano placed his hands on top of Ryder’s.

“Easy, you’re not in charge here.” Mariano whispered, rolling his hips slowly and deliberately. Ryder’s mouth fell open and his hands fell back to Mariano’s thighs. Mariano smiled softly and leaned in to kiss him. “Stay still. Let me take care of you.”

There was something about Mariano. There was something so intense and intimate in everything he did, that even this early in he had Ryder shaking and desperate underneath him.

Mariano rocked his hips slowly, eyes trained on Ryder’s expression. His movements were smooth and deliberate, like something out of a movie. Ryder watched his core roll, watched the muscles flex and tighten with every movement. He didn’t move, didn’t dare disobey Mariano’s orders to lay still and watch.

“Mmm-Mariano. Please. I need more.” He begged, voice barely a whisper. The way Mariano laughed in response sent a spark through his core; he couldn’t help but shudder.

“You need more?” Mariano asked. Ryder’s dull nails dug into his thighs like spurs. He braced himself on Ryder’s chest and lifted his hips slowly, only to guide them slowly back down. Slowly, he set a pace.

Ryder could feel those eyes on him. He cracked one eye open in time to see Mariano’s lips split into a sly smile.

“Like that?” Mariano asked sweetly. He lifted his hips again and brought them back to be flush with Ryder’s. “You want it like that?”

“Fuck, yes.” Ryder’s voice came out in a strained cry. He nodded desperately. “Faster, please.”

Mariano’s lips were on him again, tongue flickering out to lick the back of Ryder’s teeth. Merciful enough to heed Ryder’s pleas, he sat up again and braced himself against the back of the couch.

His pace was almost punishing, like giving Ryder what he asked for was some sort of curse as much as it was a blessing. And from below, barely able to process his pleasure, Ryder felt like that might be the case.

“That’s–that’s it. That’s–fuck. Mariano.” Ryder clutched at the couch cushion beneath him, bringing his free hand up to cover his mouth. Marcello had this kind of energy, Marcello had this kind of confidence; he hadn’t expected it from Mariano.

It was incredible though, and he clasped his hand tighter over his mouth to muffle the noises that threatened to escape. If any of the others heard him like this, if Marcello heard him like this again, he’d never hear the end of it.

“You don’t have to last.” Mariano said. Ryder opened his eyes to see that he was smiling down at him. “You’re tired, you’re overworked. You must need this so bad.”

Ryder made a muffled noise against his hand and Mariano laughed softly. He didn’t slow down, didn’t show mercy, he only reached down and gently took Ryder’s hand away from his mouth.

“Don’t hold back.”

A quiet whimper bubbled out of Ryder’s throat as Mariano’s words shot electricity into his core. He gasped and panted beneath him, barely able to keep his voice from breaking as he came.

Mariano covered his own mouth. Tight around Ryder’s cock as he closed his eyes and rode him through his orgasm.

“That’s it.” He said sweetly, and the first aftershock tore through Ryder. “That’s it, come for me.”

By the time Ryder’s breath returned to him, Mariano had slowed down to a gentle stop. Both of them breathed slowly, Mariano haloed by the glow of the computer screens behind him. Ryder couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed by his lack of stamina, not when he was so tired, not when Mariano was smiling so sweetly down at him.

Mariano moaned quietly as he pulled himself off of Ryder, and as much as Ryder wanted to he couldn’t find the strength to reach for him. Behind him, the computer screens timed out and flickered to black, leaving them both in the dark.

“Do you want something from the kitchen?” Mariano asked quietly.

“No, no it’s okay.” Ryder answered, arm draped over his eyes.

“I’ll get you some water.” Mariano said, “And a blanket. I’ll be right back.”

As Mariano left and the room fell into silence, Ryder felt himself drift into a fragile sleep.

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Mariano Guzman

Encanto

[anne-lister]

This happens during Antonio’s party; Bruno shows up to protect Mirabel

Mirabel has been hurt in the past, and she gets hurt again! Secrets come out, what will happen?