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magicalmadrigals · 1 year

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Something New, Something True - 3

Synopsis: Newly married and newly pregnant? Ay, life is never simple for Isabela Madrigal...

Turning his head to bury a kiss in his hija’s hair, Agustín smiled when she mumbled something incoherent in her sleep and nestled deeper into his embrace. It was rare she let him hold her like this, rare she fell asleep on him, but she was going through so many changes and she was so worn out at the minute that it surprised him little and he certainly wasn’t going to complain. She and her hermanitas were all so grown up now, even Mira was only a matter of months away from turning twenty which he tried not to think too much about, and none of them were all that eager for his company nowadays and so when they wanted him it pleased him to no end.

He pulled the blanket his daughter brought with her a little tighter around her, not wanting to her to get cold, and when he looked her way again he sighed. It was still hard for him to get his head around the fact she was going to be a mamí before the year was out. In his mind, she was still his little girl and even though he was so impatient to be an abuelo and watch her blossom as a mother he also hated that time had gone so fast. He felt he took for granted her younger years, that he didn’t spend as much time with her as he probably should have done since he was so ocupado and Luisa came along not long after her, and it was something that he regretted.

He remembered everything about the night she was born as though the events only took place mere days ago. Juli was in slow labour for almost three days with her, unable to sleep or think about anything other than the pain she was in, and seeing her like that and being unable to do anything for her was absolute torture for him. It only got harder for him to remain calm as her labour went on and he heard her start crying out, but luckily he had Bruno and Félix there with him and they both managed to keep him from punching a hole in the wall. He doubted doing so would have scored him many points with his mother in law, so he was thankful to them.

It must have been the early hours of the morning when the doctor came to him and told him that it was over. He could remember running from the room the second he heard the baby was born and going upstairs, almost slamming into Alma somewhere along the way, and his whole life changed when he crept inside the bedroom. Julieta had to tell him to go and join her on the bed, he spent so long standing near the door because he was truly unsure as to what he was meant to do in that situation, and the moment he sat down he saw their lovely little girl’s face. He cried unashamedly then, both from relief and sheer happiness, and he still didn’t care at all.

He thought he knew what love was when he met and then later married his wife, but the love he had for their daughter was like something he had never experienced before in his life. It was so intense it left him unable to form a coherent sentence and he made Juli laugh with his stammering. It was when she let him hold her in his arms that he truly fell in love with her, her warm weight and tiny hands and gentle little squeaks, and he made a promise to her then and there that he would always love and keep her safe. Of course, she had no idea what on earth he was going on about back then and she still had no idea he made that promise, but he honoured it.

He honoured that promise to her the same way he honoured it to her hermanitas.

He adored the three of them, that was all there was to it, and he would spend his entire life doing so.

Her moving in his arms with a soft murmur of discontentment pulled him from his thoughts after a while and he looked her way again, smiling at seeing her looking up at him from where her head rested on his shoulder. “Ay, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” She chuckled, her voice still rough with sleep as she brushed her hair out of her eyes and sat up a little. “Lo siento, Papí, I haven’t been getting much sleep at night and so I’m tired a lot.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, mi princesa, your mamá was the same when she was pregnant.”

“How can something so tiny be giving me so much trouble already?” She smoothed a hand across her belly.

“Being a papá has taught me it’s sometimes the smallest things that cause the most trouble.” He smirked.

“Perdóneme, I was a delight when I was little.” She feigned hurt.

He laughed at that. “For me, you were always un ángel but you and Lolita liked to scare your mamás to death sometimes. I remember once, the two of you decided to play hide and seek without telling them and they both spent hours looking for you. You were only about three or four at the time, so you were still inside the house, but you were both so small back then that you managed to squeeze into the tiniest space and they couldn’t see you. You gave up hiding in the end and I remember you being so contenta that you won, but your mamá and tía were so upset with you both that neither of you got any galletas that night. You never did it again though.”

“You could have snuck me a galleta,” She pouted. “You always used to do it and still do!”

“Ah, but that would have gotten me into trouble with your mamá too and I wasn’t going to do that.” He said.

She snorted. “Don’t tell me she scares you.”

“I love her, I really do, but you have never seen your mamá get so upset with someone that she starts speaking full español,” He shuddered. “I have only ever seen her do it twice, but that was genuinely more than enough.”

Shaking her head at him, she moved closer to him on the sofa and curled into his side as her head fell against his shoulder again. It made her smile when he placed a kiss on her forehead and she draped an arm across his stomach, curling a hand into his waistcoat. “I was brought up so well and I am so thankful to you and mamá for all you taught me and all you did,” She told him in a quiet voice, letting him put his arm back around her. “I know I was hard work while I was growing up and…and I know I gave you a hard time sometimes, but you were always so patient with me and I want to be like that with mi bebé. I want to be as good a parent as you.”

“Amor, you are going to be a brilliant mother,” He soothed. “And you are going to make us all so proud.”

“But how can you be so sure of that?” She tilted her head back on his shoulder and looked up at him again.

“Because you have never done anything but,” He smiled, stroking her cheek. “Never…”

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Chapters: 6/? Summary:

A collection of the prompts for One-Shots and drabbles I have gotten on tumblr.

Chapter 6: Dolores can hear when someone is lying. She wishes Isabela wouldn't lie so much.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #Encanto one shots

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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The question, Do you believe in miracles? was redundant in the Encanto. Of course every resident of their hidden valley believed in miracles and believed in magic: a miracle saved them so long ago and magical blessings were the norm with los Madrigals at the helm.

Julieta lived under the protection of a miracle born from her father’s sacrifice and her mother’s need. Sappy as it may have sounded, she believed each of her daughters was a blessing, magic or no magic. It was a miracle of its own to have such a wonderful family.

But magic and miracles came with prices: stress, responsibility, fear…Her brother vanishing for ten long years.

A curse for Julieta, such a personal one, as if the fates contrived to come up with a special torture for her. What better way to break her heart than to tear apart her family?

The Madrigal triplets reunite, and Julieta has a lot to reflect on.

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applesap-fics · 2 years

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I love pepa’s face. Wish they’d given her that little extra push to take her out of the pretty disney face molds just a liiiitle bit more, but i cant complain when shes got those gaunt laugh lines, the long nose, the wiry neck tendons, really.

#she looks so good in motion i wish you could do gif icons #the way she does the 'clear skies! clear skies! ooooohh...' here. very good #pepa madrigal #encanto #this is also one of the few shots where her features are more exaggerated.#shes more of a standard disney girl but i wouldve liked to see her cheek lines more often #ok ive had this in the draft since april but i need people to appreciate the more oddly looking pepa screenshots #SOOOO POST.

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bombasticprimekitty · 10 months

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Side Story: To be The Very Best

TW/// Blood

Isabela Madrigal. The first of the third generation of the family Madrigal. The one that is expected to lead their family when Abuela time has come. The next matriarch and leader of The Encanto. The one that will assure a new era of prosperity and change for the Encanto.

Or at least, that was what Abuela said she would be when she grew up.

She was confused of course. Why her specifically? Couldn’t her mama or aunt or uncle do it? They were adults. The one that usually does things that she or her cousin Dolores can’t do. So why aren’t they the ones that do it? They look like they could do a better job than her.

And her kind and patient Abuela answers her question. Telling her that the reason was that she was going to lead the future generation, fellow children like her would grow up and become adults too. And as the oldest child of the third generation of the familia Madrigal, it was expected of her to lead her family forward towards a better future.

She didn’t really understand her Abuela words at first, but she said she understood and that she’ll do everything in her power to be the very best so she could protect the Encanto, if only to get rid of the sad and haunted look her grandmother kept having whenever their home is involved.

She doesn’t want her Abuela to be sad, she wants her to be happy like the rest of the adults. Which means that she needs to fulfill the expectation that Abuela has in her. Abuela wanted her to be a leader, and she would be the best-est one.

But she doesn’t really know how.

So like any curious child, she decides to find a book about being a leader. Searching through the library about leadership and even asking the librarian if there’s any book she can borrow. And from the books she read. She basically needs to be courageous, respectful, self-aware, and empathetic. She needs to be visionary. A leader that knows the way, goes the way and shows the way. The one that people know they can depend on and be the very pinnacle of the best.

And just like that. The path to perfection began.

Everyday, from daylight to midnight. She practiced everything that she had been taught until it reached its peak perfection. Hours and hours of solitude to perfect her craft. Each failed attempt she will do again and again until she gets it right, until it’ll be as natural as breathing.

When she carves a Pokeball until it’s as smooth as metal. Ignoring every cut to her hand, splinter stabbing into it, or even accidentally having the sharp knife stabbing into her hand. She doesn't stop until she gets the perfect round shape. Until it looks exactly like her papa. Even when it’s coated in her blood.

Or when she was tasked to capture wild Pokémon. She would always practice the throwing motion, using a makeshift bullseye with her plants. Not stopping until she always hits the very center. Ignoring the way her hand trembles with each flicking motion to her wrist or the pain in her shoulder as she felt something tear inside her arm. She kept on throwing and throwing until she always hit the center even while moving rapidly.

Or when she participated in the Tournament of Champions. She spends months studying strategies and tactics. Experimenting it on strong and wild Pokémon's no matter the danger. Observing every match she comes across and even learning people’s little quirks and ticks in their battling style. Learning to predict what they were about to do before they even began to think of it. Controlling the match so they would be forced to follow her pace. Hitting them hard and fast. Until she was declared the “Champion”.

Some may say she was too hard on herself, borderline obsessive. But seeing the sheer pride (and hope) by all the adults makes it worth it. She would be an example, someone that will be looked up to when conflict arises. The leader they needed. To make her Abuela proud and happy.

And although she might have hurt herself a lot in her pursuit to perfection. She only needs to eat her mami’s food and no one will be none the wiser. She even learns to stay so quiet that Dolores couldn’t hear her when she gets hurt. After all, she was the oldest. She needs to take care of the younger family members (even though Dolores is three months younger than her). They should let her handle all their burdens. To let them be carefree and happy. Make themselves a hobby and make new friends and all that.

And while, there are times when she wishes she could just battle her heart out. To be able to just freely spend time with her partners without having to worry about doing too much that people started to fear her. And sure, sometimes she slips up and may have asked to do battle a little too much, but she was just having so much fun. It was one of the fun things she can do to her heart content without looking like she was going overboard.

But she knows she can’t, because she needs to be an example. And an example can’t have flaws. She’ll make everyone proud. And pretty soon, Mirabel too will get her own gift. And her little sister needs a good role model as her mama likes to say. So she will be that too for Mirabel.

Oh, she just can’t wait to teach her sister everything she knows. It’ll be a fun bonding time for the both of them. Especially when Mirabel needs to learn how to control her gift, she could think of a generally good advice she could tell her.

Oh, she just can’t wait!

#encanto #encanto au #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #Lost Constellation Au #short fic #side story #set before the main story #one-shot #companion piece to dolores side-story

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addaxus · 2 years

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Hey guys! I have something besides art for you to indulge on, a lil’ writing ficlet so I hope it’s still up to par

I thought about what a scenario for Mirabel’s arrival might be like and how Bruno dealt with the complications, situation of her birth, and the death of his wife etc. This one might be unlikely and least likely to happen since him and his wife would be living in Casita, but I just thought that maybe during her pregnancy she’d want to stay at her childhood place of origin near the Encanto and Bruno decided to stay with her.

Mentions of childbirth and blood TW:

Enjoy the angst!

Bruno couldn’t take the clenching of his soul as he had kneeled over his lover’s bed, pleading for her to wake up to see their new baby, but she never moved a muscle after the bebé had come into the world, bleeding too much and too fast for Bruno to run and get help from his sister.

The loud thunder and cracking in the sky shattered Colombia as rain pelted the ground in heavy sheets. Bruno was far from the Encanto—at least farther away in his mind than it actually was. He took his wailing child in his arms and huddled her close to his ruana in hopes of shielding her from the beating rain that stung his eyes like a thousand bees. The hood of his ruana did no good as the wool had already been soaked.

He stumbled over his sandaled feet as his eyes tried adjusting to the darkness of the night, the lightning and small lantern his only source of light as he ran through the jungle of trees in his path. He panted heavy, trembling at the deafening cries of his daughter—the howling wind, the claps of thunder, the water rushing and beating on the earth were too loud for her new ears to take in.

He briefly stopped to rest his aching limbs, exhausted from the long hours he spent by his wife’s side during labor and now the loss of his only love—the only one he ever knew.

He leaned against a well shaded tree, looking down and waiting for the flashes of lightning to reveal her shrouded face in the damp blankets despite the covered lantern resting at his feet.

She was beautiful and shining with features that strongly resembled her mother, making Bruno clench at the thought. He shifted the baby in his arms once again and bolted back onto the path.

His daughter didn’t stop wailing. She hadn’t eaten and was weak. An empty stomach with new sounds and terrifying conditions would never calm her, even pressed tightly against her Papá who felt a world of guilt surrounding him.

The rain didn’t cease as he kept on, his entire body practically soaked, his hood no longer useful as it laid heavily over his head, gladly allowing the wind to blow it off his soaking hair when a gust hit him at full blast. He kept begging and pleading for the Encanto to keep visible through the dense jungle, his mind restless and wired. He stopped again when he was losing his grip on the soaked blankets cradling his baby.

“Shhh shhh, lo siento, hija. Papì está aquí. We’re almost there.”

He fixed his hold on her, standing there breathing heavily and taking in the sight of her trying to stay as close as possible to him. He felt tears well up in his eyes when he thought of his beloved lying in the bed, unresponsive to him trying to show their baby to her again. In that moment he was shattered to pieces and thinking of it made him tremble.

He pressed on once again, having put her entire body under his ruana completely so she at least had a bit more coverage despite everything being soaked.

Bruno exited the jungle in relief and went around the village even though he knew no one would be out to see him in these conditions. He stumbled several times in the dark before slowing down as he approached the large doors to the casita.

“Casita, please let us in… I-it’s Bruno! It’s an emergency! Don’t wake anyone up…”

The house tried its best to show concern as it quietly opened the doors for him. He maneuvered around the wet areas where the rain fell inside, staying under the awnings and quickly making his way up to Julieta’s room. The baby had ceased her crying, but she was still whimpering weakly.

He approached her door, dripping wet, his sandals covered in mud with his feet uncomfortably squelching it between his toes as he walked.

He knocked with trembling hands, a million possible things to say spiraling in his brain as he panicked inside. He hadn’t seen her in over a year after his wife got pregnant.

He stopped knocking, hoping the wind, the rain and the thunder didn’t keep her from hearing his knocks. Thankfully the door opened slowly and Julieta poked her head between the crack of it, eyes looking exhausted as it was the middle of the night. They suddenly widened when she locked eyes with her brother, taking in his disheveled appearance and trembling body. She blinked several times as if trying to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming and her gaze fell to the lump under his ruana.

“Bruno?” Thunder cracked overhead.

“Julie… I-I need your help… please.”

She ushered him inside quietly as not to disturb Agustín who was still asleep. Thankfully he was a heavy sleeper, but Julieta expressed great concern towards Bruno when he revealed what was under the ruana. He started to breathe heavily through tears he tried to hold back, voice breaking.

“She needs help, Julie… I’m—I–I don’t know what to do…”

She approached him, eyebrows knit in worry as her jaw slacked, mouth hanging open. She gently motioned to take the baby from his arms and he slumped against a nearby chair with a heavy sigh, kicking off his sandals. Casita had them cleaned up in no time.

“Hold on a second… where…where did you find her?” Julieta swallowed thickly as the baby squirmed against her. She quickly moved to replace the soaked blanket she was swaddled in and dried her.

Bruno swallowed hard, fumbling with his hands in front of his chest, trying to make himself look smaller as he watched.

“S–she’s mine, Hermana…”

Julieta shot him a shocked glance and shook her head slow after her face fell.

“Oh, Bruno… Julia? The Mamá…?” She was almost scared to ask.

Bruno buried his face in his hands and tried to compose himself as he kept trembling. It took him awhile to answer as he fumbled with the words, but he managed to start.

“Oh, Dios, she didn’t make it… s-she was bleeding so much. The birth… it was difficult. She had so much trouble and I was there for all of it. I–I should’ve—I should’ve come to get you, but she begged and begged me not to leave her. She told me she was fine. The midwife’s hands… dios…. Covered in blood. When she was born, my beautiful Julia—was already gone.”

Julieta was frozen as she listened to his breaking voice. He was so exhausted from head to toe. She felt deep sorrow for him and came over to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“She didn’t get…to s–see our baby, h–Hermana…”

“It’s okay, Bruno, it wasn’t your fault. I… had no idea she was even pregnant. Is that where you’ve been? In that village with her?”

Bruno took a deep breath and let it out with a big sigh.

“Y–yes, I—she didn’t want anyone to know, not even the familia. I didn’t understand… I–I guess in a way she didn’t want to be burdened.”

Bruno caught glance of a stain of blood on his ruana and let a tear fall.

“She was in labor for a whole day…I’m n–not sure exactly, I lost track of time after the midwife announced the baby was turned the wrong way. She was coming feet first…”

He choked on his words as he told the story.

“She pushed and pushed… for hours it seemed and the midwife—no, she couldn’t turn her the right way… Julia… was in so much pain, she just… wanted it all to end. She was sick, and she went into labor early… Th–the baby hasn’t been fed. She’s so new, so small…”

The realization of his wife’s death hit him, but Julieta wanted to help him stop thinking about it. She nudged him and placed the baby back in his arms. She fussed, but was too tired and hungry to cry and scream anymore.

“Try to relax… I’ll have to go down to the kitchen and make some formula. You can come down with me or stay here.”

Bruno’s eyes were locked on his child, pressing her close to him.

“I-I’ll stay. Don’t want to wake everyone.”

Julieta nodded and quietly left on quick feet.

Bruno let his tears fall, finally able to see his daughter in the full candlelight, and soon enough in the sun.

“You look just like your Mamá… my sweet mariposa.”

She was still too weak to fuss and Bruno knew she needed help fast. The birth had been hard on her too, coming feet first like that. His other hand not supporting her took her little fist and she uncurled her fingers to wrap around his larger finger.

“You need a name, hija.” He cooed quietly.

He though on several for awhile, but then one seemed to click and he said it out loud while looking down at her.

“What about… Mirabel? My little miracle.”

There was no apparent response, but Bruno already knew it was perfect. She squirmed again, unsettled most likely from the hunger.

“Shh, shh shh, just a little longer, hija.”

It didn’t take Julieta very long and when she quietly came through the door, Bruno shakily took the bottle from his sister.

Julieta gently helped him hold her properly and guided the bottle to her lips with his hand in hers.

“…Like that. She should settle once she’s got a hold of the bottle. You should also unbutton your shirt so you can get some skin to skin contact. It’ll help her bond with you.”

Mirabel made little whimpering sounds as she started suckling the bottle. Bruno did as his sister suggested, causing his emotions to flare up. She immediately snuggled comfortably against his skin, suckling softly on the bottle.

“There you go… she’s hungry alright.”

Julieta stayed and watched the scene until little Mirabel had finished her bottle, tiny eyes blinking slowly as if the light bothered her.

Bruno couldn’t keep his eyes from watering. He shakily handed the empty bottle to his sister.

“I—I can’t believe she’s mine, Julie…”

She smiled sadly.

“Have you picked a name?”

“Mirabel. Her name is Mirabel,” He sniffled.

Julieta could see the exhaustion in his frame. She kneeled beside him and placed her hand on his back. He shook as he took in a deep breath.

“Oh, Bruno it’s a wonderful name. I know you’ll be a good Papá.”

He nodded and quickly wiped his eyes.

“You need some rest and so does she. I have Luisa’s old crib over here, I’ll just lay her in there okay? She’ll be fine.”

Bruno allowed her to take little Mirabel in her arms again, his eyes heavy but trying to stay open to watch her lay her in the crib.

Julieta was struck with the contagious emotions her brother had cast on her. She sniffled quietly as she tenderly laid her in the crib, laying the old blanket of her own children over her for extra warmth. She wiped tears away before they could fall on Mirabel.

“I’m so sorry, little one…” she whispered before turning back to Bruno, letting go of the little hand that had snagged her finger.

He was already half asleep, but Julieta held his cheek and kissed his hair, whispering praises and condolences before blowing out the candles.

She moseyed on back into bed beside Agustín, wide awake as her mind ran on and on, wired up. She couldn’t believe Julia was gone. How would the rest of the family react? And to Bruno suddenly becoming a Papá?

As she continued to lay there with her face to the ceiling, it seemed she wouldn’t be getting any more sleep that night.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #Julia Madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto brainrot #papa bruno au #dad bruno au #la familia madrigal #encanto fic #short one shot #these poor babies…#addaxwrites #love and loss

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madrigaljail · 1 year

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“I don’t know what to say,” he began, his brows pinching together. “I don’t know where he got the idea he could just- he’ll know better than to touch someone who doesn’t want it, ok?”

Félix let that sit for a moment, then finally nodded. “Ehhh, he probably got that message from Rico and Osma. Right now I’m worried about this.”

He took the folded knife from his pocket and set it down beside the coffee pot. José glanced at it, grimaced, and quickly looked away again. “Ah. Fuck.”

“Tell me what happened, José.”

When the miracle's twentieth anniversary ends in violence, Félix does his best to smooth things over and make sense of it all. A visit with an old friend leaves him with the usual "more questions than answers".

#encanto #encanto fic #the madrigal in-laws #sedaverse #Félix Madrigal #José Guzmán (kseda)#an one-shot #like the old days

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gerrysherry · 10 months

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Bruno Month Week Three: Crossover

Am I doing this right?

Tw for trauma and abuse but Moon Knight crossover whelp

#encanto #encanto bruno #bruno month #week three: crossover #moon knight crossover #What if Bruno Madrigal was Marc Spector: the fanfic #how do i even tag this #one shot posted as part of a series #wdtajn #I know it's Mirabel centric but #notice me pls

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nellycanwrite · 2 years

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nelly. nelly please.... im begging you...... for fathers day headcanons at casita in the lmfe universe 🥺🙏

YAAAAAAASSSSSS I’ve been dying to write this scenario! This will mostly be Bruno-centric, but please enjoy!

The events of this one-shot will be canon to the LMFE Universe.

Ruana: a Father’s Day Special

Bruno was sulking.

He sat by the counter while you and Julieta hustled about in the kitchen; taking plates from your hands as she scrubbed them clean of leftover cake, handing them to the awaiting boards of Casita to dry, and finally putting them up on the cupboard in a neat pile. You raised an eyebrow at Bruno’s disposition

“Oye, tonto. What’s the matter? You were so jolly during Agustín’s party earlier,” You carried a large pot near your husband’s feet and dusted your hands off. Your nose scrunched as he let out a long sigh. “...you can help us out, you know.”

“I know, I know. Sorry, amor,” he leaned forward and rested his head on his folded arms, burying his nose on the cloth of his sleeves as he picked at the loose ends of the fabric. “You don’t have to worry, I promise.”

You dried your hands on your skirt and ran a hand through Bruno’s locks. “Is this about the triplets?”

“N-no! Not at all, really!” He sat up abruptly and waved his hands in front of him. He knocked on the wood three times and mumbled to himself whilst his fingers weaved together; a sign that he was nervous.

“You and I both know that you can’t lie to me,” you hoisted him up his feet, straightened the collar of his ruana, and hoisted the pot over and put it in his hands. He let out a silent oomph as the weight buckled him down, but he managed to regain his composure and scrunched his nose at you. You smiled cheekly and pinched his cheek. “I’ve known you since we were babies. Plus, I’m your wife. I know when something’s bothering you.”

From behind you, Julieta rolled her eyes playfully and made a face. “Ay, not in my kitchen please. Go do your cheesy business elsewhere.”

“We didn’t complain when you and Agustín were all touchy-grabby in the middle of the celebration, didn’t we?” You stuck your tongue towards Julieta and pushed Bruno beside his sister. He stumbled on his own footing—he always did walk on two left feet—and balanced himself before he could hit the counter. Luckily, Casita was there just in time to catch him before he fell. You scratched your cheek and muttered out a quick apology.

“Oh hush. You can’t complain when it’s his birthday.”

“But still. You’re gross.”

“I have seen you and Bruno behind the garden and being frisky with each other. Do not tempt me to tell Felix.”

“You saw that—! You know what, of course you did.”

“What else did you expect?" Julieta laughed and took the pot from Bruno’s hands with ease. “Now that’s done, go and meet with Felix and Agustín in the courtyard. You’ll be cleaning the mess this morning.”

“Even Agustín?” Bruno asked with a cringe. Julieta shrugged and waved him off.

“Yes, including Agustín. Just because he’s the birthday boy doesn’t mean he’s exempted from his chores. And have some bonding time with your hermanos while you’re at it.” Just as Julieta dismissed Bruno to do his chores for the day, Casita moved its floorboards and handed Bruno a broom. Your husband sighed and picked up the broom with a disheartened look on his face.

Before he can go to the courtyard, you reach out to grab his shoulder and give him a big kiss on the cheek. He was stunned at first, but eventually his frown turned into a dorky smile. You giggled. “The triplets remember, amor. Just give them time. They would never miss Father’s Day for the world.”

“...was I really that obvious?” He played with the broom in his hand. You cooed at your husband and caressed his cheek.

“I could read you like an open book. Now quit sulking and get to work.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned slyly and stole a kiss from your lips. You had to resist the urge to punch him on the arm as your cheeks warmed up.

When you were sure that Bruno was out of earshot and had preoccupied himself with talking with your brother-in-laws, you turned to Julieta and gave her a thumbs up. She returned the gesture and washed off the suds from her hands and opened the cupboards to take out special plates just for today. You cupped your hands over your mouth and let out a tiny whisper.

“Dolores, it’s almost time. The boys are in position.”

⧗

“Let me guess, you too, huh?” Agustín laughed as soon as Bruno stepped into the courtyard. He chuckled and waved at them, slightly raising his brow at the amount of bee stings on Agustín’s face.

“Are you—are you okay?” He asked. Agustín blinked and chuckled before fishing out an arepa from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth. The stings immediately subsided as he shrugged.

“The bees were just greeting me with a happy birthday, no big deal.”

“It is a big deal bro,” Felix chimed in, a bucket full of water and a mop at his sides. “They’ve been chasing you since your party. You were lucky Javi and Nacito used their gifts to drive them away.”

“They have some pretty great teamwork, those two,” Agustín picked up a charred flower from the ground and grimaced. “Ignacio does need some bit of control over his fire breath, though.”

“I agree,” Bruno started to sweep up more charred flowers from the floor. “But I’m still so proud of them nonetheless. He managed to control his breath even if he’s still six years old! I mean, how cool is that, right? And mi Javier is such a smart boy—talented with his gift too! Who knew he could come up with a plan to get those bees away from you so quickly. And mi Angelita—oh! Isn’t she just the sweetest little angel that you could ever meet—”

“Hermano, you’re doing that thing again.” Felix laughed boisterously while wringing the mop dry. Bruno blinked and felt his face warm, his hand instinctively grabbing the sides of his hood in embarrassment. Despite this, he still had a proud smile on his face.

“Heh. Sorry. I just get so carried away.”

“No need to apologize,” Agustín draped an arm around Bruno’s shoulders and gave him a reassuring pat. “I do the same with my daughters too. It’s hard not to become a proud dad when your children are so talented.”

“And gifted, too,” Felix laughed. “Literally.”

“Speaking of proud dad,” Agustín immediately deflated as he said that. He removed his arms from Bruno’s shoulders as he trudged his way towards a chair that Casita graciously slid towards him. “No one greeted me a Happy Father’s Day today, not even Julieta! I know it’s technically my birthday and we already had our celebrations, but it’s odd that even Mirabel forgot to greet me.”

Bruno perked up and nodded in agreement. “Y-yeah! Even the triplets didn’t greet me! They’re usually very very active when there’s an occasion and I found it incredibly odd.”

Felix shrugged and continued to mop the flower stains from the floor. “Not me. Camilo gave me a card this morning. Although Dolores did look a bit upset at the now that I recall…”

The men looked at each other weirdly; as if a silent solidarity was passed between the three. Their work momentarily stopped as they thinked at the timely coincidences.

“...has anyone seen any of the kids after the party?” Felix and Bruno shook their heads.

Suddenly, three chairs were dragged across the tiles and forced the men to sit as they were dragged seated against their will. They all screamed and held on to the sides of their respective seats as Casita practically kidnapped them from where they stood. They all ascended up the second floor and abruptly stopped in front of Ignacio’s room.

“Wh-what’s going on? What’s happening?!” Bruno yelped and held on for dear life. “Casita?!”

The three of them found their eyes covered with a soft cloth from out of nowhere. But Bruno could tell that it was controlled by Javier’s masterful handling of his gift from the green glow that coated the items and the golden specks that were left in their wake. Bruno didn’t have the time to pry the blindfolds away from his face when Casita had started to drag their chairs again, but this time, they had a vague idea of their destination.

Cool air met their skin as they were taken against their wills. They heard the chirps of crickets in the distance, as well as the soft lull of water and grass. They smelled the calming scent of campfires and the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food that can only be made by none other than Julieta. Agustín would know—he had spent most of his time in the kitchen with his wife to help out with the cooking.

When Casita had stopped them, and the blindfolds now untied and floated away from their eyes, the three men gasped at the sight that laid before them.

The first thing they saw was a giant banner splattered messily with paint of varying colors with the words Feliz Día del Padre! written on the top. The eternal night that made up Ignacio’s room was lit up with more torches than they could count. In front of them laid a table that was skirted with intricate foldings that could only be the handiwork of Alma. She always had a way of table skirting, and this one was more intricate than the one that they had seen in Agustín’s table during his birthday celebration early this morning. There were custom plates for each of them, all drawn with unique designs with their names inscribed on the sides. And finally, standing before them were their families. They all had a grin on their faces as the men gawked at them in a mixture of shock, wonder, and adoration.

“Feliz Día del Padre!”

Garlands of flowers of each man's color were draped on their necks as soon as the celebrations started. They danced and partied the second time that day, now with more enthusiasm to their steps as they swayed to the beat of Agustín’s masterful playing of the piano. Isabela grew flowers left and right, all in the colors of her papa’s clothes to celebrate this wonderful day. Even Alma had joined in the dancing and helped little Mirabel with her steps. Slowly but surely.

In the middle of it all, the triplets ran to their father’s side and hugged his legs tightly, Chica the lamb trotting close by with an occasional bleat. Floating above them was a big green box tied with a pretty white bow. There were doodles on the side of wings, fire, and sparkles—a tell-tale sign of his darling children’s handiwork—and a card on the top with messy writings of his name. But Bruno knew from the heart that it was Angelina’s handwriting.

“Papa! Happy Father's Day!” They all squealed. Bruno was nearly sent to tears when he ducked down to scoop everyone in a tight embrace. You watched from the side with a heartfelt smile as Bruno gave all his children a kiss to the forehead, laughing out loud when Ignacio refused to accept any of Bruno’s infamous beard smooches.

“Did you rascals prepare all this?” He asked. They all nodded with glee.

“Yep! It was nuestro prima Dolores who thought of everything!” Javier answered with an adorable smile. You cooed at how similar he looked like his father when they were together.

“And I helped with the banner!” Angelina smugly grinned. Ignacio stuck his tongue out to Angi.

“You spilled paint all over the banner.”

“It was better that way! I wanted it to be more colorful!”

“Baa!”

“See? Even Chica agrees with me.”

“Angi, Nacio, no fighting.”

“Sorry Javi.”

You giggled and ruffled your menace children’s little heads and nodded your head to your husband who was clearly eyeing the present floating above them. “Didn’t you all have something to give to your papa?”

With a cheer, they all fished the present above them and hurriedly presented it to Bruno with wide grins. You had to hold a laugh when Angelina tried to cover up the missing tooth from her mouth. Bruno accepted the gift with teary eyes and gave all the kids a kiss to the forehead. This time, Ignacio accepted it begrudgingly.

When Bruno opened his gift, the man felt roguish tears escape his eyes.

There, folded neatly inside, was a ruana. Although similar in design with his current one, there were messy embroideries sewn to the sides depicting bright stitches of orange and red fire, a blue wing with a cloud at the side, and an hourglass and a yellow sparkle. They were all clearly the work of his darling children, and he couldn’t be more proud.

“Did you—did you make this?” Bruno asked while wiping his tears. The triplets grinned and nodded, all pointing out the various designs that they had sewn meticulously to the sides. They were loose, some ready to untangle by the seams, but Bruno could only see the most beautiful artwork he had ever seen.

“Mhm! And mami helped us too!”

“She did?” Bruno looked up at you with what you could only describe as utter adoration. Smitten, to be precise. You giggled and shrugged.

“They wanted to make you something instead of buying anything, so they helped me make a ruana for you,” you went forward and knelt with Bruno to be on eye level with your children. You held Bruno’s hand and gave him a warm smile. “Now look at the inside.”

When Bruno flipped the ruana, he found the neat embroidery of his wife near the seams of the fabric forming a single sentence; No scorching sun nor freezing cold will stop us on our journey. To promise and to laugh, to love for eternity.

Overrun with emotions, Bruno leaned in to bring you in a deep kiss. He didn’t care about how his brother-in-laws snickered and followed suit with their wives nor the fake gagging noises his children were making beside him. All he could care about was satiating the itch that came with showering you with his love.

When you parted, Bruno immediately scooped the children up in a tight embrace and kissed their cheeks with more fervor than before. They all whined and tried to escape, but it was no use; they were trapped in the arms of their father’s love.

Bruno spent the whole day wearing his new ruana proudly.

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Bruno blinked his bleary eyes open. The dust that flew as he slowly rose to stand tickled his nose unpleasantly. He trudged his way forth to his lonely, beaten up table and sat in front of his drawn plate while grabbing the utensils laid beside it. He quietly listened as the familia sang songs in the courtyard, away from the dining hall from where he sat. He could vaguely hear the sound of his darling son playing the tiple and Angelina’s boisterous giggles as she sang, probably dancing in the air like she always does when there were songs. He sighed and fished an arepa out of his pocket, put it on the center of the drawn plate, and hummed along the jolly tunes from the courtyard.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he stood up and stretched, removing his ruana and draping it up his lonely chair. He carefully brought out a big green box with children’s doodles at the side, now albeit faded from age, and gently brought out the ruana the triplets gave him years before. His movements were delicate, almost meticulous, as he dusted the fabric. He had to shoo away the rats that seemed to take an interest in the box and put it back on the highest shelf where they couldn’t get to it. He was careful not to break any of the stitches that the children had sown in just for him.

He sat in front of his table again, but this time, he had a grin on his face. He swayed his head to the tune of Ignacio’s tiple and ate his arepas with a hum.

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Something New, Something True - 1

[Synopsis: Newly married and newly pregnant? Ay, life is never simple for Isabela Madrigal...

I have been wanting to do a little collection of one shots for Isabela for the longest time and so I am finally getting around to doing that. It is going to be so much fun, exploring what married life is like for her while she also navigates her first pregnancy. I think every member of the family will be making an appearance in this, so I hope you guys stick around and enjoy!]

Julieta knew all three of her daughters like the back of her hand, it was one of the things she took pride in, so there was no doubt in her mind that there was something weighing on Isabela’s mind at the dinner table. She had been quiet and in her own little world since they sat down to eat, merely swirling her spoon around in her sopa rather than eating it and doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone, and Guillermo was no help at all. She had glanced over at him a number of times in an attempt to make out what was going on, but she’d been given nothing to work with. Of course, there was a chance that he was just as in the dark as to what was going on with his esposa as she was, but there was also a chance that he knew much more than he was saying.

Ay, who was she kidding?

Of course, he knew more about this.

Despite having only been married six short months, they had known one another for four years now since they met during the rebuild of their home. She deemed him a nuisance in the beginning, feeling all he did was get in the way and make more work for everyone with his clumsiness and inability to even hold a hammer up the right way, she told her so herself, but her feelings regarding him soon began to change. She found it hilarious when he tripped over something or tore into a packet of seeds with too much force, sending them everywhere, and it surprised her little when she came in one night and asked if she thought he could eat dinner with them.

Her little girl had fallen hard for him.

Why on earth it took them so long to get around to getting married, she had no idea, but she was pleased the two of them had let a good length of time go by before making such a choice. It would have been so easy for them to rush into things in the heat of the moment and make a mistake, one they may have come to regret in time, and so she felt they had gone about things in the correct way and she was proud of them for thinking so rationally about it. It was well worth the wait too, honestly, seeing her daughter so contenta and with someone who loved her for her, not only her talent and the family she came from, and reminded her of her worth daily.

It was the sound of a spoon being tapped lightly against the side of a glass that pulled her from her thoughts, causing her to glance the young couple’s way once again, and she was relieved to see Isa was smiling this time.

So, the reason for her being so quiet was a good thing after all.

She could breathe a little easier now.

Once he had the attention of the familia, Guillermo rose from his seat and moved to stand behind Isabela and she watched her daughter reach up and thread her fingers through his when he laid a hand upon her shoulder. “I, uh, I have no need to tell you that I am not the greatest with words because you all remember my wedding speech,” He brought his free hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it nervously, making her and the rest of the family chuckle. “But, not too long ago, Isa and I got some wonderful news and we wanted to tell you all at the time, but thought it would be better to keep it to ourselves for a little while just in case. I think both of us are too impatient to keep it secret anymore though, so we couldn’t be happier to tell you we’re having a baby.”

“A baby? You’re having a baby?” Mirabel gasped from the other end of the table.

Isabela nodded, laughing at her hermanita’s evident delight. “It should be here in late septiembre, early octubre if Gui and I have done our maths right, but neither of us are that good at it and so I wouldn’t quote us on it.”

“And how are you feeling?” Alma reached out and brushed her hair from her face, sitting next to her.

“Just a little tired,” Isabela shook her head. “I had an appointment with the doctor a couple of days ago and he said that things look excellente with me and the baby which is good. All I truly care about is it being healthy.”

Julieta was doing her best to listen to her familia while they asked Isa question after question and she answered them as best she could, but the second she heard they were expecting a baby she was overcome with emotion and all she could focus on was her little girl. It would have been a true understatement for her to say that she was thrilled at the announcement. Not only was she going to be an abuela, something she’d wanted for years, but her daughter was going to be a mamí and there were honestly no words for how delighted she was for her.

She could remember her going on and on as a child, only a little older than Antonio, about how she was going to be the best mother when she was older. Her dolls were her babies and she would treat them as such, always making sure they were comfortable and clean and well presented, and she never gave her a reason to doubt she would make a brilliant mamí to her own child when the time came. Of course, playing dolls and having a real baby to care for were not the same thing in the slightest, but she knew for a fact her daughter had it in her to be amazing. She was so warm, so nurturing and gentle, and those were all things that made up a good mother.

It would be foolish to think she would never make a mistake because she would, lots of them, and there were going to be moments when she felt she was failing and could do nothing right, but that was where she would come in. She would be there to pick her up when she was down, to hold her and make her see she was doing her best for her bebé and her little familia and that was all that mattered. It would be an emotional time for all involved, much like her own pregnancies had been, but there was no doubt in her mind that they would make it through together. It was the way their family had always handled things and that was never going to change.

Not as long as any of them were living.

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It was nearing midnight when she was alone in la cocina, a candle burning next to her as she prepared the last couple of things for breakfast in the morning, and she looked up at the gentle pat of bare feet against the tiles only to see Isa there in her nightgown. “Mi vida? What are you still doing up? I thought you went to bed ages ago!” She wiped her hands quickly on her apron and turned to her as she entered the dimly lit room, opening her arms to her with a sigh at the look on her face. It seemed as though she had the cares of the world on her shoulders. Wrapping her arms around her when she all but fell into her embrace, she gently kissed her temple.

“I’m scared, Mamá, I have so many questions and none of the answers to them,” Isabela said in a voice thick with emotion as she curled her hands into her dress and tucked her head into her neck. “I love Gui and I love this baby, but it all happened so quickly and I never expected it to. I thought he and I would be married for a year at least before starting a familia, just like Lolita and Mariano, that was the way it was planned in my head and I liked that plan! I think what worries me the most is not knowing what to do. I don’t know how to be a mamí, I don’t know how to nurse or change or settle a bebé, and I’m worried Guillermo will be disappointed.”

Julieta smiled into her hair. “Do you think us women are born knowing how to do any of those things?”

Isa tilted her head back against her shoulder and looked up at her, closing her eyes when she brushed her hair from her face. “I think you were sometimes. You just always made it seem so easy when we were growing up.”

“Gracias, mi princesa, that’s kind, but I had to learn to be a mamá the same way your abuela and every mujer that came before me did,” Julieta pointed out, easing her away from her and taking her hand so she could lead her over to the table and they could sit down together. “I had already had some practice when your hermanitas arrived, but when I had you I had no idea what I was doing. I was only a few years older than you are now when I gave birth to you and I had a lot to learn. I had to learn to nurse you and I had to learn to bathe and change you along with many other things. It was hard and I was so tired, I won’t lie, but I loved every moment of it.”

“Did Papí help a lot with me?” Isabela raised an eyebrow. “I remember him helping with Lu and Mira.”

“I think your papí helped me more with you than he did your hermanitas,” Julieta told her with a nod. “I was able to do more on my own when they were born because it was second nature to me by then, but with you it was all so new and I needed a lot of help and encouragement. He would get up with you in the middle of the night sometimes just so I could sleep. I remember he used to carry you down to the music room and play the piano until you settled. He was always reminding me of what a good mother I was too though. He helped me to stop caring what people thought of me and to stop listening when they would give me unwarranted advice.”

Isabela brought a hand to her stomach, smiling to herself as she glanced down at where her child was growing safely within her. “Guillermo is the happiest I have ever seen him,” She almost whispered when she looked up at her mother again with tears brimming in her eyes. “He talks to the baby all the time and he can’t help but put his hand on my stomach when he’s around me. He loves this baby so much and it isn’t even here yet, so I can’t even imagine how much more he’s going to love it when it’s born and he gets to hold it. He is going to be the best papí, I know that already, and he has already promised me that he’s going to help when I need it.”

Julieta reached out and laid a hand on her knee. “You need to stop worrying then and just enjoy this, amor.”

“I know and I’m going to try, Mamá, I really am.” Isabela assured her.

“Good,” Julieta leaned in to stamp a kiss onto her forehead. “Now, I think you should go and get some sleep.”

“Am I allowed to say that I think you should do the same?” Isabela asked with a smirk.

Julieta couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I suppose I should. Why don’t we go up together?”

Wordlessly, sharing a smile, they rose from their chairs and tucked them in before she wrapped an arm around her daughter and let her cuddle up to her. She picked up a candle in order for them to be able to see as they left la cocina and walked through the courtyard, quietly making their way up the staircase when they came to it. Once they were outside her room, she took her arm from around her only to lift her hand to her cheek and brush her thumb against her skin. Her beautiful little girl. Her baby. She always made her so incredibly proud. “I want you to know you can always come to me if you ever need to talk,” She whispered. “I am always here.”

“I know, Mamá, and I love you for it.” Isabela smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will. Buenos noches, mi vida.”

“Buenos noches.”

Turning around once she’d shared one last smile with her mother, Isabela opened the door to her room before walking inside and closing it carefully behind her. Casita turned up the lights ever so slightly so she could see where she was stepping as she made her way back to bed, but once she climbed in – careful not to knock her sleeping esposo – they turned back down and she hummed as she laid down next to him and got comfortable. Feeling relieved and as though she could get a little sleep now, she tucked a hand under her cheek and closed her eyes and that was when she felt Guillermo move closer to her beneath the covers and take her in his arms.

“You okay, querida?” He murmured in the darkness, clumsily kissing her neck as he brought her back against him and brought a hand to rest on her abdomen. “I could have sworn I heard you get up. Where did you go?”

“I needed to speak with mi mamá about something before she went to bed,” She laid a hand over his and felt her heart swell when he curled himself around her and held her a little tighter as she relaxed in his embrace. “I feel so afortunada to be getting to do this with you. Starting a familia, I mean. I was a little worried about it before, I admit it, but mamá really helped and I’m not worried about it as much anymore. I’m just so excited.”

“Good,” He buried his face in her neck. “You don’t need to be worried. You are going to be the best mamí…”

“I was more worried about letting you down than anything.” She sighed, lacing her fingers lazily with his.

He chuckled. “No, mi amor, you could never let me down.”

“You really mean that? Never?”

“Not ever.”

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acewithapaintbrush · 10 months

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I have been writing a lot today and I am having even more ideas that I still want to write. Wishing you all the same inspiration burst this fine Sunday!!!

#rottmnt #encanto #I finally know how I want the next chapter of mysterious Kappa's to go #Already halfway done #Will definitely update that one soon #Also really wanna write a gravity falls one shot #We'll see #Oh and rewrite more of my old one piece stuff and maybe some new ones #Oh my fingers are gonna hurts

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Just to prove I haven’t forgotten about this story…

214. Abuelito

(nm) grandpa, granddad (“little grandfather”)

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this one," says Abuela, a particularly evil grin on her wrinkled face. Doña Alma sits beside her with a cup of coffee halfway to her lips and extremely tired eyes.

Pedro and Cristóbal Castillo glance at one another, then at the jaguar Cristóbal is half-riding on, then at Cousin Antonio sitting on Pedro's back and trying to stop himself from laughing himself to pieces again (the poor boy, named after their mutual grandfather but much more lively, had been feeling down after a rare argument at home, naturally requiring immediate intervention by his bestest of cousins…stop glaring, Mirabel), then at the handcuffs tying the twins together, then down at their colour-splattered clothes, then at the procession of bored-looking capybaras behind them…and then back to one another.

For once, the twins don’t overlap when they speak.

"It was all HIS fault!"

Antonio just cackles like their grandmother.

#fanfic #encanto #encanto 2021 #tiles on the roof #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma encanto #original character #let Antonio have fun with his father’s family too #one shot collection

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biographydivider · 2 years

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Rebellious Teen Madrigals! Get your Rebellious Teen Madrigals, here!

This is a prequel to my first ever fic, Simplicity, which might still be my favourite. For fifteen years, the three Madrigal kids have had a very particular image. Perfect, obedient, useful, upstanding. But that's not the entire truth, as their Mamá is about to discover.

Bruno was gonna ruin everything.

He was gripping his left arm with his right, and his shoulders were bunched up tight against his ears. Both sure signs he was nervous. Julieta elbowed him in the ribs. “Stoppit,” she hissed. “Stop. It,” he hissed back, overdramatically popping the ‘p’ and the ‘t’. Mamá was always telling Julieta to enunciate more. And she did. For the most part. In response, she thwacked her brother on the arm. Bruno kicked her in the back of the leg. Not hard – never hard – but they both knew how this went. And a slap fight just outside of Mamá’s room would be just as bad as…well, what they did last month. Which Mamá was still to find out about. Pepa forced her way between the pair, gripping their wrists to stop them lunging for each other. “You two need to pipe down,” she whispered, “or I’m gonna start thundering. I hate when you make me the responsible one.” The three Madrigal children stood together, listening in at Mamá’s door, waiting for their cue. “Yes, Señora Pezmuerto; I’m sure while you’re here the children would love to show you their gifts in more detail. Anything you need from us, the Madrigals are happy to provide…yes, they turned fifteen this year, I can’t believe it either…” “Did she bring her weird daughter?” Pepa asked. Bruno shuddered. “Yep. Fish Girl.” “Be nice,” Julieta said. “You’re one to talk anyway, Vision Boy.” “Oven Girl.” “Rodent Breath.” “Senorita Perfecta –” “Oh, come on Brunito,” Pepa said, draping herself over her brother’s shoulders. “You know Ozma liiiiikes you. ‘Oh, Bruno; come see my prize-winning fish…’” “H-how does a fish win a prize anyway?” Bruno asked, shrugging his sister off him. “Y’know, I think there’s such a thing as being too obsessed with your pets.” Julieta and Pepa shared a long look over Bruno’s head. Just last week they’d had to usher him back upstairs after he drowsily came to breakfast with at least one rat peeking out of his bedhair. “Ah, yes,” Mamá was saying. “You’ve noticed my photo collection. I like to document the children’s milestones; yes, that’s Brunito handing out his very first vision tablet…” “I-I was five, Mamá!” Bruno groaned softly, pulling his ruana hood over his eyes. “And there’s Pepa conjuring a rainbow for Mother’s Day last year…it was a little faint, compared to her usual work, but still beautiful…” A tiny, growling thundercloud appeared over Pepa’s head. “And here’s my Juileta feeding the town on…o-on…” The triplets shared a panicked, delighted look. Finally, it had happened. Right above the photograph of Julieta feeding the Encanto last Easter – smiling with her huge table of treats inside the church, Señor Flores’ hand on her shoulder – was one of the pictures from the time last month when they stole Mamá’s camera for the afternoon. Specifically, the photo of the three of them squashed together, making faces into the lens. Bruno was pulling down the skin under his eyes. Pepa was sticking her tongue out as far as it went. And Julieta was smushing her cheeks together, eyes crossed. They looked ridiculous. They looked stupid. They did not look like Madrigals. “Children? Come in here, please?” Mamá, said, her voice cold, deliberate and utterly furious. “Now.” Bruno, Julieta and Pepa Madrigal looked at one another, nodded once, and ran. “Whose idea was it to put a photo in her bedroom?!” Julieta shrieked as they ran, legs windmilling underneath them, down the hill into town. “YOURS!” Bruno and Pepa roared back. Bruno, always the quickest of the three, stuck his arm out behind him for Julieta to catch. “We’re in so much trouble,” he panted. Julieta leapt forward and grabbed his hand. “Not if she doesn’t catch us!” “Yeah! You’re right! We’re running away, Encanto!” Bruno yelled, waving at the townsfolk who gawped at them as they raced past. “You’ll never see us again! Fare thee well!” Pepa just grinned, snatching up her sister’s hand as the Madrigal triplets tore into the jungle, whooping and hollering like demons. Right then – and for the two hours they sat in a tree, dirty and shivering and hysterical – nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter how much Mamá would yell, how long they’d be grounded for, how many times they’d have to apologise to her, to Señora Pezmuerto, to her daugher, to the town as a whole. They had each other. And that was all they needed. All they’d ever need.

#encanto #encanto fanart #la familia madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #pensandpizza #I left my memory stick at work so I couldn't work on Nettle & Daisy #So have another one shot instead

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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Mirabel found herself in Casita’s kitchen, squinting at a recipe for orange and cranberry cookies. It was a new recipe book from the next town over and everything Julieta had baked from it so far was, of course, utterly amazing.

Mirabel wasn’t much of a baker, but she wanted to give her mamá a break, okay? A nice surprise. One less thing to worry about in the morning.

It’s just, you know, Casita was always so dang busy and Mirabel wanted this to be a surprise…So she was baking in secret at midnight.

Well, no one ever said it was a well thought out plan.

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Mirabel wants to make a nice surprise for Julieta, but no one can ever accuse Mirabel of planning ahead. At least Bruno's happy to help her out.

Or: Mirabel and Bruno make cookies for Julieta, and Mirabel loves her family very much

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For @junosaccount for the secret Santa exchange! Happy holidays 🎄

#small hours #secret santa #la familia madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #the madrigal family #madrigal family shenanigans #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #my writing #new story #one shot #update #nothing but wholesome fluff #which is rare from me!

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justanisabelakinnie · 1 year

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November 14

(Y’all really thought I wasn’t gonna do Luisa’s birthday? SIKE! No matter how late it is, I get it DONE. In my defense, I kind of suffered from writers’ block after writing Felix’s birthday piece, my entire brain was just drawing a blank. That is, until I talked to a friend of mine and she helps me out, and I’m glad for that. So sit back and enjoy Luisa’s birthday one-shot! Feliz cumpleaños, my buff beautiful queen!)

For Luisa’s birthday, there was one thing she really wanted more than anything.

And Isabela, Mirabel, and Dolores were insistent on giving it to her.

💙💖

“Come on, Luisa!” Isabela chirped as she grabbed Luisa’s big, muscular arm, dragging her to the door. “We’re gonna be late. I already booked your appointment!”

“Where are we going?” Luisa asked.

“You’ll see soon,” Isabela promised. “It’s a surprise, for your birthday, remember?”

“Oh right”, Luisa giggled. “Well, I can tell I’m going to like this surprise.”

“You sure will, hermanita,” Isabela agreed. “You know, no matter how big and strong you are, you will always be my hermanita!”

Luisa smiled.

“And my primita,” Dolores piped up.

“Well, at least you’re my big sister.” Mirabel smiled up at her, Camilo trailing behind her.

“Aww, thanks you all,” Luisa said. “Thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” they all said in unison.

Camilo meanwhile, poured in dissatisfaction. “Why don’t I get to go to the s—“

“Shhh!” Mirabel covered his lips angrily, which didn’t make him any happier. Pulling him aside, she whispered to him gently, “I promise we’ll let you go another time, but for now, this is a girls’ day out. Understand?”

“I know, but—“

“Bye Camilo!” Mirabel cupped his face and kissed him on the cheek. “Te amo.” She smiled at him before running up to Luisa and grabbing her hand. “Let’s go, chicas!”

They hurried out the door, on their way to the surprise.

“Where are we going?” Luisa asked. The rest of the granddaughters giggled, but nobody answered her question. Luisa smiled awkwardly.

“So Luisa, how does it feel to not be a teenager anymore?” Mirabel changed the subject, before putting on a pouty face. “The nerve of you to leave me behind, now I’m all alone!”

Luisa laughed. “Well, I’ve only been twenty for like a day, so I can’t say it feels all that different. Though if you had to say, it does feel somewhat…exhilarating? Exciting? To imagine how many experiences I still have to look forward to and how much of my life I still have to live. Being a teenager was fun while it lasted, but now I’m a real adult and I gotta say, I think I’m gonna like it.”

“I think you’re gonna like it too, Luisa.” Dolores wagged a finger. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you that it’s no amusement park.”

“Oh, I know,” Luisa listened to her older prima. “But I have you and your prima-hermana to help me through the tough times.” She hugged Mirabel close to her. “And I have Mirabel too.”

Happy to feel needed, Mirabel nuzzled back.

“We’re almost here!” Isabela stated, before she arrived at a small building. “Close your eyes!”

The three girls closed their eyes, and Isabela giggled and rolled her own.

“Not you two, tontas!”

“Oh.” Mirabel and Dolores opened their eyes. Luisa kept hers shut.

The three of them led Luisa through the door, and let her walk into the room.

“Now open!”

When Luisa opened her eyes, she gasped.

“You…I can’t believe you brought me here!” She said happily.

“Of course, mi querida prima!” Dolores affirmed. “You deserve to feel special, beautiful, and feminine, just like the rest of us!”

Luisa could cry tears of joy. She always wanted to go to a salon, but with all the work she had to do, she couldn’t find the time to. But now that she was able to relax—thanks to Mirabel and Antonio’s donkeys—she was able to fulfill a dream that she had long since forgotten she had. But Isabela remembered, and she couldn’t be happier.

Luisa scooped up her sisters and cousin(who was pretty much like a sister anyway) in a great big hug, but still careful not to crush their torsos. Other women were looking, eyeing the large-framed girl In confusion, but thankfully not judgement, with some of them even smiling, but she didn’t care. She was so elated and so, so grateful.

Kissing each of their heads before putting them down, she rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Sorry, I guess I just—“

“No, no!” Dolores corrected.

“No, don’t you dare apologize, Luisa, we’re happy you’re happy to come here!” Mirabel said. “Now let’s go!”

“Oh, okay, thank you!” Luisa said.

“You’re welcome, sis,” Isabela replied.

“So, do you want a manicure and pedicure first, or a new hairstyle?” Mirabel asked.

“I think a manicure,” Luisa responded. “What about you?”

“Sweet, me too!” Mirabel chirped with glee.

Isabela shrugged. “Dolores and I would rather get our hair styled, isn’t that right, Lola?”

Dolores nodded. She and her prima-hermana were like twins, they could read each other’s mind and were so much alike. They should probably start calling each other primas-gemelas.

“Awesome, take your time,” Luisa said as the primas-hermanas were lead away by a hairdresser. She and Mirabel met up with a manicurist and sat down in these big, soft chairs that made Luisa feel so relaxed. In a good way of course.

“What color do you want?” The manicurist, Sabrina, asked.

“Hmm, probably pink. No, definitely pink. Pink is my favorite color.”

“I’ll have green,” Mirabel said to her manicurist, Beatriz.

As their feet were placed in the water, Luisa tried not to giggle at how the bubbles tickled her soles and skin. She turned to Mirabel, who looked as relaxed as ever with her eyes closed, as if she was used to this(which she was, she and Dolores came here often). Mirabel opened her eyes to smile at her, and she realized that her younger sister was just pretending not to have been looking her way.

“You’re adorable when you giggle, Luisa.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

The next part was even harder. Sabrina lifted Luisa’s feet out of the water and began massaging them. Luisa had to fight the urge not to writhe. She tried her damndest to imitate Mirabel, to no such luck.

Luisa giggled again.

Sabrina smiled up at her. “First time?” She said, before looking back at Luisa’s feet and holding them tighter—but not too much tighter—in place.

“Can you tell?”

“Pretty much. But it’s okay. My niece was like this too, and she’s fifteen.”

“That’s interesting.” Luisa said, happy to engage in small talk with the woman. She was a pretty lady, with auburn hair, soft hazel eyes that sparkled when she spoke of her Cristobela, whom she loved like a younger sister, skin the color of mahogany, and red lips that reminded her of Dolores’ only not really, because Dolores was her cousin, and these lips made Luisa feel—

Fuck. Focus on the manicure.

“A-ah…that’s nice to know!” Luisa said, hoping not to sound dismissive when Sabrina spoke of Cristobela. She remembered the hilarious stories Mirabel and Dolores—and sometimes Camilo, if he was lucky enough to not be caught shapeshifting—told of the ladies at the salon who had the most exciting stories and gossip to share. Something she knew her sister and cousins would like. According to Dolores, the salon workers weren’t just service, they were friends. Still, it wasn’t a good idea to cross their boundaries. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t converse with them to an extent.

“It is,” Sabrina was saying, and Luisa tried not to focus on her dimples when she smiled or laughed. “And now she just can’t get enough.”

“Do you think we’d get along if we met?” Luisa asked as Sabrina put cotton balls between each of her toes. She had forgotten how squeamish she felt from how engrossed in conversation she was with Sabrina.

“Oh sure!” Sabrina said. “She really admires you a lot, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she does! Not just for your strength, but for your kindness and empathy as well. I should introduce you to each other someday.”

“That would be great,” Luisa said with a smile.

“You know,” Sabrina said with a twinkle in her eye as she put coating over Luisa’s toenails. “I think she’d love to meet Mirabel as well.”

Luisa turned to Mirabel, who was laughing at something Beatriz was telling her.

“I guess so.” Luisa agreed.

💙💖

Meanwhile, Isabela and Dolores were sitting to get their hair styled.

“Well, if it isn’t my girl Dolores!” Exclaimed a lady whom Dolores instantly recognized as the mother of her friend Lili. “How you doin’?”

“Hi, Ofelia, I’m doing good!” Dolores smiled. “What about you, how’s Lili?”

“I’m awesome, querida, and she’s doing better than ever! Now, what hairstyle do you want today?”

“Hmmm,” Dolores flipped through the catalogue until she found a hairstyle that she liked, and that fit her hair type too. “How about Bantu knots? Please?”

“I love it!” Ofelia approved. As she got to work shampooing Dolores’ hair, she said “You know, mi hija Lili got this same hairstyle a while ago too, you should have seen her, she looked like a queen!”

“I’m sure she did,” Dolores said.

“I’m sure you two would look very much alike!”

Dolores closed her eyes. She quite liked the feeling of Ofelia doing her hair and making it look all pretty and soft. And Ofelia always thought of Dolores as her favorite customer, on top of her being her daughter’s friend and her generally friendly and sweet attitude. Dolores normally didn’t like talking at the salon, preferring to be calm and quiet instead. But for Ofelia she made an exception.

Next to her, she heard Isabela engaging in cheerful chatter with Diana, her hair stylist, the two making sure not to be too loud on account of the magical hearing girl sitting right next to them. And she could hear Luisa struggling to sit still as she giggled, as well as her heart beating. Could that mean—

Before she could even think about that, she heard a sneering voice and had to resist the urge to stay calm. It was the same voice she has been hearing for years.

“Primas-hermanas,” the voice sneered. “Long time no see.”

Dolores and Isabela sighed. “Juana.”

Juana sat down. Unfortunately, right next to Dolores. “I had a feeling I’d see you here,” she said as Dolores flipped through the catalogue, suddenly finding it very, very interesting. Much more interesting than whatever was being spewed out of Juana’s mouth. “Just not with Lucinda and Isabel.”

“You mean Luisa and Isabela,”

Dolores seethed through gritted teeth.

“Whatever.” Juana rolled her eyes. “Same difference.”

“I am right here ya know,” Isabela said on the other side of her prima-hermana. “Like, I’m right here and within earshot. I can hear everything you’re saying, you know that, right?”

“So what hairstyle are you getting, Lola?” Juana pressed, ignoring Isabela.

“Umm—“

But Dolores never got to finish her sentence before Juana snatched the catalogue from her.

The only reason Dolores didn’t reach to the side, snatch the catalogue back, and then hit Juana upside the head with it was Ofelia doing her hair. And she did not want to get hurt. More importantly, she did not want Juana to get hurt. Because she certainly would get hurt. And then she would learn her lesson.

Instead, she chose for a less…hands-on approach.

“That’s mine,” she stated flatly.

“It’s not yours, it belongs to the salon.” Juana shrugged.

“I was reading that,” Dolores said as if it were a threat.

“Well you’re not reading it now so,” Juana shrugged again, letting out an innocent chirp.

“Don’t start beef with me today, Juana,” Dolores warned. “It is mi prima’s birthday, and I am not about to let you ruin it.”

“Oh? Well then, tell her I said happy birthday!” Juana said genuinely.

Dolores snorted.

“What?”

Silence.

“Oh, so you’re not gonna tell her? Really? Are you that petty?”

Dolores still didn’t answer. And she was this close to punching Juana in the face if she kept running those lips.

“Wow.” Juana leaned back in her seat as she continued to flip through the magazine. Dolores closed her eyes and tried her hardest to ignore her, but to no avail.

“You know, I have the same birthday as your sister.”

“Cousin.”

“Whatever. I can’t wait to go home and celebrate my birthday party with all my friends and family, especially my cousin. She’s like a sister to me, you know? And we’ll have cake and music and dancing, my mom also bought a really pretty dress for me to wear and—“

“Oh, are you still talking?” Dolores cut off, clutching her nose. “That must be why it stinks in here. Also, I forgot when I cared.” She heard Ofelia let out a slight chuckle and was grateful.

Juana shut up after that.

As time went by, Dolores’ and Isabela’s hair was finished, Isabela was rocking a cute half-up half-down style with part of her hair being in two buns on either side of her head. Her hair was also much more wavy and bouncy, and not to mention silky and shiny.

“And you’re good to go!” Ofelia told Dolores as she rose up from her chair.

“Wow!” Dolores said as she admired her ‘do in the mirror. “I look gorgeous!”

“You sure do!” Ofelia agreed. “Just like my daughter.”

Dolores turned around to give Ofelia a hug. “Thank you so much, Ofelia,” she said. “I really like this.”

“Anytime, bebita.” Ofelia replied warmly, returning the hug.

Juana snorted and glared at Dolores’ reflection in the mirror from where she sat. She would never look as cute as Dolores did in her hairstyle, no matter what she did. She had half a mind to ask for Bantu knots herself, but it was too late for that.

Isabela was also ready. “Oh, Dolores, your hair looks so cute!”

“Wow, really, thank you!”

“How do you like mine?” Isabela asked before flexing.

“It’s perfect!”

“Thank you!” Isabela grinned, then giggled. It wasn’t long before Luisa and Mirabel came over.

“We got manicures!” Luisa said, showing off hers.

“And pedicures too!” Mirabel added.

“Wow, so lovely!” Dolores said, turning to Isabela. “I guess it’s our turn, no?”

“You bet, sis!” Isabela agreed.

But as Mirabel and Luisa were sitting down to get their hair done, Juana felt the need, for some reason, to speak up again.

“Hey Luisa, happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Luisa said.

“Did you know that it’s my birthday too?” Juana said.

“I did not actually, but happy birthday!”

“Thanks,” Juana giggled. “I can’t wait to go home and throw a big party with all of my—“

“We heard you say that already, Juana.” Isabela forced a fake smile on her face as she curtly interrupted the girl who made her life a living hell since they were toddlers. “Knock it off.”

“Umm, I wasn’t talking to you, Isa, I was talking to the birthday girl. So if you don’t mind…” She turned her attention back to Luisa. “I’m sure your hair will look magnificent, querida. Much more than the primas-hermanas’.”

Dolores groaned. “Juana, why don’t you just cut it out and stop having an attitude towards us?! I’m telling you already, it is Luisa’s birthday and we are trying to have fun, without you! We are not going to start this crap today!”

“Once again!” Juana turned to them, in the process, messing up her hairdresser Rafaela’s job. Rafaela raised her hands in irritation at the young women, hissing her teeth, but Juana did not care. “I was not talking to you! I was talking to Luisa!”

“Umm, is everything okay?” Ofelia said, making her way back over. She had been relaxing on a break, enjoying a bowl of nuts with a cup of water. But now she was taking a break from that break just to see what was going on.

“Okay, but you always do this!” Dolores spat back. “You’re always showing up where you weren’t invited, intentionally aggravating me and Isabela when we’re just minding our business, talking shit about us to our face, and trying to cause drama! Can’t you just leave us alone for one minute and stop being so annoying!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to rile up, primas-hermanas,” Juana said with an eye roll and a grin. “I came to the salon to get my hair and nails done for my birthday party tonight. Is that so much of an issue to you? Last time I checked, you don’t own the place. I can go wherever I like. Maybe not everything concerns you.”

“Literally the moment you walked in here,” Isabela seethed. “The very first thing you did was instigate conflict between us and you! And you expect us to do nothing about it? To not defend ourselves?”

“And not to mention you kept talking to us even when we told you to shut up!” Dolores barked back, in defense of Isa. “But go on about how ‘not everything is about us’.”

“You know what, Dolores and Isabela?” Juana spat, pointing at them. “You two think you’re so much better than me because—“

“Umm, señorita, you still have your hair to do, take a seat, please.”

“Yeah, do as she says.” Isabela glared.

Juana rolled her eyes and sat down.

“Anyway, where were we?” Isabela said to Dolores.

“Nails.”

“Oh, right.”

They went back to doing their hair and nails, although it was still fun, it couldn’t be denied that Juana had severely spoiled the fun for all four girls, not just the two she had set out to antagonize.

“Well, it’s time to go, we should be heading,” Mirabel told the girls.

“Yeah, you should,” Juana still sneered. “Bye, primas-hermanas.”

The girls left without saying a word to Juana.

“We’ll come back another time,” Dolores said to the woman who ran the salon. Said woman, Andrea, merely nodded her head sadly as they left.

💙💖

“I’m so sorry that girl ruined your birthday, Luisa,” Dolores said, a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “It was supposed to be our special girls’ night out, and she ruined it. I just couldn’t stay.”

“It’s cool,” Luisa said. “We can go later or another day.”

“Yeah,” Dolores agreed solemnly.

A pause.

“Eeergh, I can’t BELIEVE how annoying that Juana girl is!” Isabela screamed in fury, hands clenching in rage. “I’d like to…urrrgh!”

“What is even her issue with you two anyway?” Mirabel asked the primas-hermanas. “Like, why does she hate you both?”

“She’s been like this with us ever since we were three years old,” Dolores said. “Yes, that’s right, literally three! I still remember like it was yesterday. Her stealing Isabela’s sleeping back during naptime and refusing to give it back.”

“She’s constantly making fun of the fact that we’re close with each other and call each other sisters,” Isabela said. “Even though it’s frankly none of her business. And since we were little she used to spread rumors about us and try to keep us apart. Sometimes she’d try to befriend one of us and badmouth the other, basically try to turn us against each other. Like that’s ever gonna happen.” Dolores gave a faint smile when Isabela said that. “She even said once that we think we’re better than her because we’re so close to each other and don’t like her. She is such a self-centered diva, it’s insane.”

“Wow,” Mirabel said, taking it all in.

“Tell me about it,” Isabela said as she shook her head. “She needs to get a life. And some friends.”

“Yeah,” Dolores agreed quietly. “She clearly doesn’t have any.”

“What do you mean?” Luisa asked.

“Just that I seldom if ever see her hanging out with anyone, whether a group of girls or just one girl. Maybe if she actually had friends the way Isabela and I do, not counting each other, of course,” Isabela gave a faint smile when Dolores said that. “She wouldn’t be so preoccupied with trying to destroy our friendship. Hm!”

“I’m so sorry you have to put up with a catty woman like her,” Mirabel said sincerely, linking arms with Dolores. “You don’t deserve that. Not even you, Isabela.”

Isabela gave her a funny look, and Mirabel smirked.

“But oh well, that’s enough about her, let’s not waste our breath talking about Juana when we have your birthday to look forward to!” Dolores turned to her prima. “You wanna go to the amusement park tonight, Luisa?”

“I’d love to!” Luisa affirmed. It had been ages since she went inside the amusement park kept secret inside her room. But maybe it was a good thing, what with her finally being able to relax and have fun and all.

“Yay!” Mirabel cheered. “That’s so awesome! It would be like a sleepover, but even better!”

“You’re damn right it would!” Isabela agreed.

Continuing to talk as they made their way back to Casita, they just about almost entered the door when Camilo came running up to them.

“Luisa!” Camilo cried out in fear, grabbing her hand. “It’s Belinda! She needs help! Please!”

Luisa gasped. She could never miss the chance to help one of her favorite donkey pals in a moment of need.

“Ugh, Camilo, we just got back from the salon. Can’t you see that it’s her birthday?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, happy birthday Luisa!”

Isabela rolled her eyes.

“Come on, Isabela, don’t worry, I promise it’ll only be a minute.”

“Thank you Luisa!” Camilo said. “Oh, and Dolores, love the hair! You look super pretty. Come on!” He yanked Luisa’s hand and they fled.

“Uh, thanks?” Dolores said awkwardly.

Isabela huffed. “He’s just gonna pretend like I don’t exist,” she snarked, flipping her hair. “But anyway…”

As Luisa ran away with Camilo, a giddy and exited Isabela, Dolores, and Mirabel quickly scampered inside the Casita, where the rest of the family was waiting for them.

“Are you ready?” Julieta asked her daughters and niece.

“We were born ready,” Mirabel said, a grin on her face and a glimmer in her eye.

After taking care of the donkey, Luisa went back inside through the front door of Casita, as somehow, Camilo was nowhere to be seen.

But when she turned the knob and stepped inside, she was not expecting this.

A thousand eggs were instantly hurled Luisa’s way, and Luisa screamed and covered her face with her hands, to no avail, as her entire body—though not her hair, fortunately, as Mirabel had instructed—was pelted with running yellow yolk.

She looked up to see her family, laughing joyfully at her shocked, but pleased expression.

“Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a ti, feliz cumpleaños a Luisa, feliz cumpleaños a ti! Que los cumpla feliz, que los vuelva a cumplir, que los siga cumpliendo, hasta el año tres mil! FELIZ CUMPLE, LUISA! WHOOO!”

Luisa only laughed. “You all are just terrible!” She screamed. “I’m kidding, y’all are the best. And I see what you did there, Camilo.”

Camilo beamed with pride, standing up straight for what was probably the first time in his life.

As the family all got together and surrounded Luisa with hugs and kisses, Luisa had never felt more grateful for her family in her life.

She was so happy to celebrate her twentieth birthday with them.

“Oh, come on!” Mirabel dragged Luisa to the chair at the head of the table, normally Abuela’s chair, unless it was your birthday, and sat her down in it.

Felix and Pepa brought out the cake, as Julieta and Agustin kissed Luisa on both sides of her face.

“My little baby all grown up,” Agustin was stammering, crying tears of joy and wiping at his face with a napkin. “Once a cute little teenager, now a beautiful young woman.”

“Aye Agustin,” Julieta said, hugging her husband delicately. “Make a wish, mija, and blow out the candles.”

Luisa closed her eyes and silently wished that every birthday following this one would be as good as it was today.

Then she blew out the candles, and the entire family cheered.

The End

#isabela madrigal #isabela my beloved #isabela is best girl #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto #fanfic #encanto fanfic #one-shot #encanto one-shot #november 14 #SHE'S BACK BITCHES SHE'S BACK #AND SHE'S HERE FOR VENGEANCE #granddaughter roundup #fluff #y'all i think luisa's a lesbian hbu #birthday #encanto birthdays

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Side Story: Blessing of The Almighty And What Comes After

TW/// Blood and Graphic Description of Violence.

Alma couldn’t believe what had happen...

Her husband, her precious Pedro, the love of her life. Gone... Just like that. She helplessly watches as he is struck down by the damnable machete. The world seemingly moved at a snail's pace as she watched his body falling into the river. His blood runs and mixes through the water current. Turning the transparent water crimson red.

And then his beloved partner, Butterfree. Against her and his wishes. Fly and try in vain to save him. Only to be struck down as well. As she wasn’t a battle trained Pokémon. She can only watch as she was burnt to a crisp and ripped apart by the Houndoom’s the despicable men brought with them. Tearing into her like a lamb to a slaughter.

Raw crack screams tore through the night. Until she realizes that it was her own as her throat burns. Anguish and despair fuel her scream filled sorrow. Hand reaching out as if she can save him. The hopes and dreams of the future she envisioned with him flashes before her eyes, slipping away and cruelly taken before her very eyes.

And when all hope felt lost, a miracle happened.

Through the blurry vision from her tear filled eyes, her and Pedro’s wedding candle began to shine. Golden light shines bright from within the candle before bursting out. A sense of warmth and calm washed over her. Taking away her pain and sorrow. And through the numbness and ease, a voice speaks to her.

“Be not afraid Alma Madrigal, spouse of Pedro Madrigal, for I come to save thee and thy children.” A voice below, tone commanding and imposing, and yet there was gentleness and fondness in it as well.

She looks up and her eyes widen. As the visage of God, Arceus stands before her. Bath in a golden halo of light. Standing tall and dwarfing her. The world seemed to pause for his magnificence. The millions of Unown circling above them, circling around them in a ring formation. Spinning in a circle with a different variety of speeds.

She was never once a believer. She had all but given up on believing in his name. For the suffering she and her family had gone through for years, their prayers unheeded and unanswered, even when they begged and pleaded on their knees. Never to be answered. Leaving her bitter and angry. And hurt.

So she asked. Voice small and cracked. Tears trailed down her cheek. “Why... Why now?” Why help now when my Pedro is gone?

And the God, Arceus. Answered. “Thou had suffered through many trials and turbulence, one’s that not many are able to handle. While thou has lost faith in my name. I have not abandoned thee. Thou and thy family will bring change to this region. And in time, the world as whole. Thus, I granted thou and thy family fragments of my power. My gifts.”

She was rendered speechless by his declaration. Her family… Important?

“Live on Alma Madrigal. Raise thy family full of joy and kindness. Thou and them are important, to him and the world.”

And with those parting words. The world began to shift and rumbled. As if it was molded and reshaped like clay in the hand of a sculptor. The light in the candle intensifies before bursting out and pushes back the vile men away. Sending them flying off to who knows where. And as he worked, the world seemed to sing to him, a symphony of creation and destruction in harmony. Bending and weaving to his will.

And then the candle light - that shines brightly as a million fireflies - converges into one spot and seemingly seeps into the ground, illuminating it. And as quickly as it enters, the light roses, taking shape into a large house. It then disperse, and all that remains is the house.

And just as suddenly as he appears he disappears. Leaving her a house and candle blessed by his power.

But that’s not what she focuses on. Meeting the God of the world was the last thing on her mind. Even after people that were with her give her their gratitude - their relief - to her.

It wouldn’t bring back her husband.

So here she was... In an empty house too big for a single mother, her three infant children, and a single Pokémon. Entering a golden door that has her face carved on it. Letting her children rest in her bed as she sits by the open window.

Alma can only stare out in shock as her world falls apart. The cold and haunting feeling of despair grips onto her, clinging onto her like a parasite. Eating her on the inside. Not even Lampent warmth, her glassed cased pressing into her as she tries to comfort her. The soft jingle of her voice going from one ear and out the other. Her worry was unheeded. Ignored.

And just as she felt like she would plunge deeper into despair. A cry startled her out of the downward spiral.

Her children... Julieta, Pepa, Bruno. All three of them are crying.

She looks back and watches as her children cry loudly, wanting her attention. All three wiggled in their respective blankets. She numbly began to move back to her bed and cradle them all close to her chest. Trying to calm them down despite her heartbreak. Trying to shush them gently but all that came out of her mouth was a sob. Tears began to leak and slide down her cheek. But this time for a different reason.

It wasn’t fair... Her precious children… They were going to grow up without their father, not knowing just how much he loves them. How much he was looking forward to raising them with her. Watching them grow up together with her. To be the happy family they always dreamed of becoming.

It wasn’t fair… He said that her family is important then why didn’t he save her Pedro? Then why didn’t Arceus save him too? He was family too.

It wasn’t fair… She wants her husband back, she wants Pedro back.

She’s scared.

#encanto #encanto au #abuela alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #Lost Constellation Au #side story #set before the main story #one-shot

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