[fanfic] Piri-rella
Title: Piri-rella
Characters: F!Philippines, LuzViMinda, Spain, OC!Mexico
Pairing: as if you didn’t know, Piri-pimpage.
Warning: language, crack-tastic shit, Disney-butchering, unbeta-ness, AU-ness
Summary: You know Cinderella’s story, mistreated girl who lives with her wickedly evil stepmother and tortured day-by-day by her ugly step sisters. Then it all changes when a prince throws a party to find his true love and all ends in happily ever after.
Guess what. It was a lie.
Preview: Piri-rella was never mistreated. She was sheltered. There was no evil stepmother, just simply an overprotective papa. There were no ugly step sisters, only very hot, hot, hot Latin brothers. What about the mice and birds? None; just three little boys. There wasn’t a saggy old hag either. Just a slightly over the top otaku who had a hell lot of money and connections.
And there was never only one prince, oh certainly no; there were three fucking hot brothers.
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Cinderella’s story had been pulled and twisted to fucking D*sney’s own liking. No.
The “normal” Cinderella story everyone knows; Cinderella is a mistreated girl who lives with her wickedly evil stepmother when her daddy dies. She’s left to be tortured by her ugly step sisters, often doing errands for them such as cleaning their room, cooking for them and bringing them their afternoon tea with a forced smile.
Then it all changes when a prince is said to throw a party to find someone that he can love to be his wife. Cinderella is ecstatic since everyone is going. Glee. But then step mama and ugly stepsisters barge in and ruin the dress made for her by some fucking talking mice and birds. Saddened, Cinderella goes sulking.
Oh what to do?
In comes fairy Godmother with her magic wand and after a few “Bibbity-boppity-boo”’s, poof comes a smoking’ poofy gown and some killer glass heels. And off she goes to the ball, but not before warnings that come midnight, all of this will go away.
Keeping that in mind, she goes to party with the prince. Eventually, she falls in love after a dance with him and vice versa. But, what’s this? An ending to this fairy tale? -Gasp- the clock strikes midnight and Cinderella rushes out, but not before dropping her slipper, which was supposed to be a perfect fit might I add. Prince Charming finds said slipper who has the size of four and a half. What, in a whole village, only one person has the foot size of four and a fucking half? Was this some joke?
Anyway, Prince Charming searches and ends up coming to Cinderella’s house. The messenger encounters both ugly stepsisters first, because, well, you know. There has to be some thrill in this cliché plot, so l’il Cindy’s crying it up in her small attic locked up because obviously step mama’s already figured that Cinderella is actually the girl from the ball. How did that happen? Who the fuck knows. It’s D*sney.
Obviously, the stepsisters don’t actually have the same size foot as little Cinderella and somehow with the help of her little mice friends, she’s freed! And descending the flight of stairs, she tries on the shoe. And, ta-da! It fights! Finally. There’s someone in the fucking village that fits a size four and a half.
And then yada yada, Cinderella finally meets the Prince as herself and not some overly dressed woman. They get together and get married. Just because she fit the shoe size. And because she was a good dancer.
Really, D*sney? Really?
Well, let me tell you something. That my friends, was all a big fat lie.
You see, our heroine’s name was never Cinderella. It was Maria. We’ll keep her “name” as Piri-rella just to stick to the D*sney mood, but really, I prefer Maria.
To be honest, Piri-rella was never mistreated. She was sheltered. Stubborn too and held firmly to her own beliefs.
There was no evil stepmother, just simply an overprotective papa. And to be quite honest he loves and cares for his many children greatly. Even during school hours.
Yes, school hours. Did I mention? Cinderella’s original setting wasn’t somewhere out there on a far away village, it was just setup there to make it more fantasy like. In fact, it was set on your local high school, in your local neighborhood. Everything was normal.
By the way, there were no ugly step sisters, only very hot, hot, hot Latin brothers. And when I say brothers, I mean a lot. All of them aren’t exactly blood related. But nonetheless, very hot Latino brothers. All of them have a hell-of-a nice ass. I’m not kidding.
You might ask, what about the mice and birds? Hah, you really think that our heroine wouldn’t be afraid of mice? Come on. (And, really, talking mice? Pffft). There weren’t any animals, just three little boys eager to help their Ate. (Or sometimes affectionately called as “Nanay”, Papa would look hurt and uncomfortable though).
Also, there was no saggy old eccentric hag. Who told you that? Our fairy god mother is actually a slim, shy, reserved and slightly over the top otaku, who just happen to have a hell lot of money and hella more connections.
Lastly, there was never only one prince, oh certainly no; there were three fucking hot brothers.
So now, do you know the REAL story of Cinderella? Still no? What? After everything I’ve explained? Ugh, alright, fine.
I’ll just tell you all, Cinderella-no, Pirirella’s real story…
You see, it all started with-
“Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Oh what the fuck, I’m trying to tell a goddamned story here-
“Papa! What is it!? It’s barely morning!”
“Hermana, it’s past seven.”
“…puta.”
Oh whatever, I’ll just let the goddamned story be told on its own. See if I care.
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A wailing Spanish man ascended up the flight of stairs rather quickly. “Mija! Mija!” he said continuously knocking on the door, faintly, he could still hear shuffling of clothes. The door pushed open and Antonio stopped knocking, unshed tears were still formed on the corner of his adorable viridian green eyes. “M-Mija…” he managed to let out.
“What is it, papa?” she muttered, slightly annoyed. Maria narrowed her eyes dangerously; she was pissed, obviously, she was risking being late on her first day. Why hadn’t any of her brothers at the very least, wake her? Was that too much to handle? Really!
“Mija-!” he exclaimed, locking her in a tight embraced. Her protests were muffled against his well toned chest. “Maria, hija, I was so worried!” He cried out, his grip on her tightening. Maria forgot how much of a fighter her father was when he was still younger.
“I-I called your name out numerous times earlier!” He sobbed before he continued, “And suddenly, I remembered my nightmare about you being taken away from me by that bushy-browed Inglaterra!” with a soft wail, he buried his head onto his daughter’s soft, thick hair.
With a groan, Maria rolled her eyes. Inglaterra was a nick name he had used for a fellow teacher that he didn’t particularly liked, others included; Caterpillar brows and El Diablo. Maria slightly wondered whatever that man did to her papa to be graced upon such hatred.
With all of her might, she pushed the Spanish man away from her; she resisted to laugh at his tear-stained face and the quivering lips.
Sometimes her father was such a child.
“Papa, I’m fine. I’m here.” She frowned slightly at her father and ever so lightly, pushed him away. “Now go, go! I’ll go and get ready!” she shooed him out of her room. She could still hear protests from outside her bedroom, thankfully, she locked it.
With an exasperated sigh she trudged over to her closet, with a frown, she scanned the contents. Skirt or pants? Blouse or t-shirt? Silently, she crinkled her nose and closed the closet doors gingerly. She looked cautiously at the door. She couldn’t hear her father anymore, figures; he needed to arrive early seeing he was one of the faculty members.
Maria could still hear faint guitar playing from the other side of the room; looking both ways she crawled over to the wall and knocked hard on it. She held her breath, and with the sound of shuffling and the opening and closing of a door she let out a sigh of relief.
“What is it, hermana?”
A cool voice asked her, her eyes crinkled up at the sight of her favored older brother. “Alonso!” She sang out, standing up from her position, she moved her way over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug before pulling away once more and skipping over her closet.
Alonso raised a brow at his little sister; with a small laugh he ruffled his short, messy chocolate hair, hazel eyes twinkling in delight. He leaned on the door frame as he watched his petite hermana scan through her clothes.
It clicked then.
“Oh! Is my little sister finally growing up?” he joked followed by a laugh. Maria rolled her eyes at him, “Shush, Alonso! It’s the first day, and in a new school!” she said, picking out two tops she held it up so he could see, “Gray tank top over one of papa’s polo shirts or the pink statement blouse?” she asked, his eyes scanned over the gray tank top and then over the pink blouse that read just over the chest, ‘my eyes are up there’. He resisted the urge to ask her when the hell she could buy that when Antonio always had a watchful eye on her.
Instead, Alonso merely smirked, “What do you think papa would say when he saw the pink one?” he said smugly, he saw the color drain from her tanned face and after muttering something under her breath, she shoved the pink top back into her closet.
Alonso laughed coolly, muttering some things as he shoved his hands into his pockets, “Oy, hermana, I’ll see you downstairs. Everyone else has already gone, I’ll be driving you there.” He said with a quick wink and closed the door behind him.
Silently, she thanked the older man and quickly bathed before dressing and very quietly, crept in to their father’s master bedroom, grabbing an old polo from his closet, she rolled up the sleeves. Adjusting the polo and making sure everything was in place. With a small grin she raced down the stairs.
Rushing outside, she grabbed a small backpack just before she left, “Have fun at school Nay!” voices chorused, turning back towards the large estate she caught sight of three little boys, they always seemed to like coming over…so long as Antonio was nowhere to be found.
Hopping into the convertible where her older brother was currently waiting for her impatiently tapping the steering wheel, she grinned a bit only to wince back as she was met with a quick cold glare. “You’re going to be late.”
“I know.”
A smirk came to his flawless face, “Oh? Wanting a reputation already?” he laughed a bit at her pouting and defiant expression. “Ahh, Querida, it’s quite easy to earn a reputation there…”
His words trailed off as the girl beside him raised a brow in curiosity. “Just tell them you’re Antonio Carriedo’s daughter!” he grinned a bit; from the corner of his eye he could see her horrified expression.
It wasn’t that her papa had a bad reputation or anything, quite the opposite really! Antonio was one of the most approachable teachers in the school, the Spanish teacher who had a usual calm and warm smile etched on his face. And he was never short of a few admirers as well, heck, with those looks and that accent…it was enough to make a girl swoon.
But Antonio Carriedo also had a side that no one would’ve wanted to see. Maria shuddered at the thought, if she remembered correctly, when Alonso was still a kid, he was beautiful enough to be female, and one of her father’s oldest and most trusted friend had commented on that…and tried to seduce her hermano.
Friend or not, the Frenchman ended up with a broken face that lasted him a month long trip to the local hospital.
Maria was scared at the thought of what he’d do if anyone would dare touch his unica hija.
Her expression was enough to let out another laugh from the other boy. It was loud, certainly unlike the calm, cool and collected kuya she had known. “Shut up.” She seethed dangerously as they turned to the corner right around the school. Alonso calmed down and settled with just a smirk as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Well if that doesn’t work,” he started, pulling over just at the gate of the school. “You could always say that you’re Alonso Carriedo’s little sister. Then you’d have tons of friends trying to see if they can go to your house just to see me-“
He was cut off by a backpack being thrown to his head.
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Notes: Sob. Yes. I am done. /cry
Well not really- Piri-rella, part 1 of ...sob. idk. UHHHHH IT'S KIND OF SUCK-ISH BUT IT'S THE BEST I CAN DO WITHOUT SPOILING EVERYTHING LALALALA- so right now you can probably guess who's who. sob. :I;;
also, since there ARE three princes-...I'll let you guys decide who would our Piri-rella end up with :'D <3 [3 princes = MAD; Matthew; Alfred; Daniel]
anyway;; ciao for now! <3 later.
Characters: F!Philippines, LuzViMinda, Spain, OC!Mexico
Pairing: as if you didn’t know, Piri-pimpage.
Warning: language, crack-tastic shit, Disney-butchering, unbeta-ness, AU-ness
Summary: You know Cinderella’s story, mistreated girl who lives with her wickedly evil stepmother and tortured day-by-day by her ugly step sisters. Then it all changes when a prince throws a party to find his true love and all ends in happily ever after.
Guess what. It was a lie.
Preview: Piri-rella was never mistreated. She was sheltered. There was no evil stepmother, just simply an overprotective papa. There were no ugly step sisters, only very hot, hot, hot Latin brothers. What about the mice and birds? None; just three little boys. There wasn’t a saggy old hag either. Just a slightly over the top otaku who had a hell lot of money and connections.
And there was never only one prince, oh certainly no; there were three fucking hot brothers.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Cinderella’s story had been pulled and twisted to fucking D*sney’s own liking. No.
The “normal” Cinderella story everyone knows; Cinderella is a mistreated girl who lives with her wickedly evil stepmother when her daddy dies. She’s left to be tortured by her ugly step sisters, often doing errands for them such as cleaning their room, cooking for them and bringing them their afternoon tea with a forced smile.
Then it all changes when a prince is said to throw a party to find someone that he can love to be his wife. Cinderella is ecstatic since everyone is going. Glee. But then step mama and ugly stepsisters barge in and ruin the dress made for her by some fucking talking mice and birds. Saddened, Cinderella goes sulking.
Oh what to do?
In comes fairy Godmother with her magic wand and after a few “Bibbity-boppity-boo”’s, poof comes a smoking’ poofy gown and some killer glass heels. And off she goes to the ball, but not before warnings that come midnight, all of this will go away.
Keeping that in mind, she goes to party with the prince. Eventually, she falls in love after a dance with him and vice versa. But, what’s this? An ending to this fairy tale? -Gasp- the clock strikes midnight and Cinderella rushes out, but not before dropping her slipper, which was supposed to be a perfect fit might I add. Prince Charming finds said slipper who has the size of four and a half. What, in a whole village, only one person has the foot size of four and a fucking half? Was this some joke?
Anyway, Prince Charming searches and ends up coming to Cinderella’s house. The messenger encounters both ugly stepsisters first, because, well, you know. There has to be some thrill in this cliché plot, so l’il Cindy’s crying it up in her small attic locked up because obviously step mama’s already figured that Cinderella is actually the girl from the ball. How did that happen? Who the fuck knows. It’s D*sney.
Obviously, the stepsisters don’t actually have the same size foot as little Cinderella and somehow with the help of her little mice friends, she’s freed! And descending the flight of stairs, she tries on the shoe. And, ta-da! It fights! Finally. There’s someone in the fucking village that fits a size four and a half.
And then yada yada, Cinderella finally meets the Prince as herself and not some overly dressed woman. They get together and get married. Just because she fit the shoe size. And because she was a good dancer.
Really, D*sney? Really?
Well, let me tell you something. That my friends, was all a big fat lie.
You see, our heroine’s name was never Cinderella. It was Maria. We’ll keep her “name” as Piri-rella just to stick to the D*sney mood, but really, I prefer Maria.
To be honest, Piri-rella was never mistreated. She was sheltered. Stubborn too and held firmly to her own beliefs.
There was no evil stepmother, just simply an overprotective papa. And to be quite honest he loves and cares for his many children greatly. Even during school hours.
Yes, school hours. Did I mention? Cinderella’s original setting wasn’t somewhere out there on a far away village, it was just setup there to make it more fantasy like. In fact, it was set on your local high school, in your local neighborhood. Everything was normal.
By the way, there were no ugly step sisters, only very hot, hot, hot Latin brothers. And when I say brothers, I mean a lot. All of them aren’t exactly blood related. But nonetheless, very hot Latino brothers. All of them have a hell-of-a nice ass. I’m not kidding.
You might ask, what about the mice and birds? Hah, you really think that our heroine wouldn’t be afraid of mice? Come on. (And, really, talking mice? Pffft). There weren’t any animals, just three little boys eager to help their Ate. (Or sometimes affectionately called as “Nanay”, Papa would look hurt and uncomfortable though).
Also, there was no saggy old eccentric hag. Who told you that? Our fairy god mother is actually a slim, shy, reserved and slightly over the top otaku, who just happen to have a hell lot of money and hella more connections.
Lastly, there was never only one prince, oh certainly no; there were three fucking hot brothers.
So now, do you know the REAL story of Cinderella? Still no? What? After everything I’ve explained? Ugh, alright, fine.
I’ll just tell you all, Cinderella-no, Pirirella’s real story…
You see, it all started with-
“Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Oh what the fuck, I’m trying to tell a goddamned story here-
“Papa! What is it!? It’s barely morning!”
“Hermana, it’s past seven.”
“…puta.”
Oh whatever, I’ll just let the goddamned story be told on its own. See if I care.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
A wailing Spanish man ascended up the flight of stairs rather quickly. “Mija! Mija!” he said continuously knocking on the door, faintly, he could still hear shuffling of clothes. The door pushed open and Antonio stopped knocking, unshed tears were still formed on the corner of his adorable viridian green eyes. “M-Mija…” he managed to let out.
“What is it, papa?” she muttered, slightly annoyed. Maria narrowed her eyes dangerously; she was pissed, obviously, she was risking being late on her first day. Why hadn’t any of her brothers at the very least, wake her? Was that too much to handle? Really!
“Mija-!” he exclaimed, locking her in a tight embraced. Her protests were muffled against his well toned chest. “Maria, hija, I was so worried!” He cried out, his grip on her tightening. Maria forgot how much of a fighter her father was when he was still younger.
“I-I called your name out numerous times earlier!” He sobbed before he continued, “And suddenly, I remembered my nightmare about you being taken away from me by that bushy-browed Inglaterra!” with a soft wail, he buried his head onto his daughter’s soft, thick hair.
With a groan, Maria rolled her eyes. Inglaterra was a nick name he had used for a fellow teacher that he didn’t particularly liked, others included; Caterpillar brows and El Diablo. Maria slightly wondered whatever that man did to her papa to be graced upon such hatred.
With all of her might, she pushed the Spanish man away from her; she resisted to laugh at his tear-stained face and the quivering lips.
Sometimes her father was such a child.
“Papa, I’m fine. I’m here.” She frowned slightly at her father and ever so lightly, pushed him away. “Now go, go! I’ll go and get ready!” she shooed him out of her room. She could still hear protests from outside her bedroom, thankfully, she locked it.
With an exasperated sigh she trudged over to her closet, with a frown, she scanned the contents. Skirt or pants? Blouse or t-shirt? Silently, she crinkled her nose and closed the closet doors gingerly. She looked cautiously at the door. She couldn’t hear her father anymore, figures; he needed to arrive early seeing he was one of the faculty members.
Maria could still hear faint guitar playing from the other side of the room; looking both ways she crawled over to the wall and knocked hard on it. She held her breath, and with the sound of shuffling and the opening and closing of a door she let out a sigh of relief.
“What is it, hermana?”
A cool voice asked her, her eyes crinkled up at the sight of her favored older brother. “Alonso!” She sang out, standing up from her position, she moved her way over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug before pulling away once more and skipping over her closet.
Alonso raised a brow at his little sister; with a small laugh he ruffled his short, messy chocolate hair, hazel eyes twinkling in delight. He leaned on the door frame as he watched his petite hermana scan through her clothes.
It clicked then.
“Oh! Is my little sister finally growing up?” he joked followed by a laugh. Maria rolled her eyes at him, “Shush, Alonso! It’s the first day, and in a new school!” she said, picking out two tops she held it up so he could see, “Gray tank top over one of papa’s polo shirts or the pink statement blouse?” she asked, his eyes scanned over the gray tank top and then over the pink blouse that read just over the chest, ‘my eyes are up there’. He resisted the urge to ask her when the hell she could buy that when Antonio always had a watchful eye on her.
Instead, Alonso merely smirked, “What do you think papa would say when he saw the pink one?” he said smugly, he saw the color drain from her tanned face and after muttering something under her breath, she shoved the pink top back into her closet.
Alonso laughed coolly, muttering some things as he shoved his hands into his pockets, “Oy, hermana, I’ll see you downstairs. Everyone else has already gone, I’ll be driving you there.” He said with a quick wink and closed the door behind him.
Silently, she thanked the older man and quickly bathed before dressing and very quietly, crept in to their father’s master bedroom, grabbing an old polo from his closet, she rolled up the sleeves. Adjusting the polo and making sure everything was in place. With a small grin she raced down the stairs.
Rushing outside, she grabbed a small backpack just before she left, “Have fun at school Nay!” voices chorused, turning back towards the large estate she caught sight of three little boys, they always seemed to like coming over…so long as Antonio was nowhere to be found.
Hopping into the convertible where her older brother was currently waiting for her impatiently tapping the steering wheel, she grinned a bit only to wince back as she was met with a quick cold glare. “You’re going to be late.”
“I know.”
A smirk came to his flawless face, “Oh? Wanting a reputation already?” he laughed a bit at her pouting and defiant expression. “Ahh, Querida, it’s quite easy to earn a reputation there…”
His words trailed off as the girl beside him raised a brow in curiosity. “Just tell them you’re Antonio Carriedo’s daughter!” he grinned a bit; from the corner of his eye he could see her horrified expression.
It wasn’t that her papa had a bad reputation or anything, quite the opposite really! Antonio was one of the most approachable teachers in the school, the Spanish teacher who had a usual calm and warm smile etched on his face. And he was never short of a few admirers as well, heck, with those looks and that accent…it was enough to make a girl swoon.
But Antonio Carriedo also had a side that no one would’ve wanted to see. Maria shuddered at the thought, if she remembered correctly, when Alonso was still a kid, he was beautiful enough to be female, and one of her father’s oldest and most trusted friend had commented on that…and tried to seduce her hermano.
Friend or not, the Frenchman ended up with a broken face that lasted him a month long trip to the local hospital.
Maria was scared at the thought of what he’d do if anyone would dare touch his unica hija.
Her expression was enough to let out another laugh from the other boy. It was loud, certainly unlike the calm, cool and collected kuya she had known. “Shut up.” She seethed dangerously as they turned to the corner right around the school. Alonso calmed down and settled with just a smirk as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Well if that doesn’t work,” he started, pulling over just at the gate of the school. “You could always say that you’re Alonso Carriedo’s little sister. Then you’d have tons of friends trying to see if they can go to your house just to see me-“
He was cut off by a backpack being thrown to his head.
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Notes: Sob. Yes. I am done. /cry
Well not really- Piri-rella, part 1 of ...sob. idk. UHHHHH IT'S KIND OF SUCK-ISH BUT IT'S THE BEST I CAN DO WITHOUT SPOILING EVERYTHING LALALALA- so right now you can probably guess who's who. sob. :I;;
also, since there ARE three princes-...I'll let you guys decide who would our Piri-rella end up with :'D <3 [3 princes = MAD; Matthew; Alfred; Daniel]
anyway;; ciao for now! <3 later.