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pepa-brainrot · 7 months

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Encanto Oc Appreciation week two! Relationships ✨️

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It's my beloved sunshine trio! I finally drew all of them together (took me long enough I know)

Some more of Armida's relationships summarized below the cut 💛

(I am so terribly bad at summaries Im so sorry- If I could write out the extent of all of their relationships I would- sadly I dont have the time..)

Alma: Her relationship with Alma pre movie is strained- mostly because she fears the older woman. Armida is riddled with anxiety and intrusive thoughts over what her mother in law may think of her, and often fears Alma thinks she got into the way of her daughter's relationship- or that she isn't a "real" madrigal. Basically.. it's a lot of assumptions on how Alma feels about her.. but they are not always truthful.

Armida also tends to disagree with Alma's ways. But between her being passive by nature and having a fear of speaking up, she never says anything. Rather she does her best to help by being there for other family members the best she can be.

Julieta: She was the first of the triplets that Armida became close to. Armida had visited her stand often, and at first Julieta thought the younger woman was accident prone like Agustín.. Over time it became clear that wasn't the case, but Armida was always super polite- despite lying about why she needed to be healed. She always made sure to thank Julieta - not just for healing her but for everything she does. After that it was surprisingly easy for the two of them to talk- and making friends with Julieta naturally got Armida talking to Bruno and Pepa. Although out of the triplets Armida is the least closest to Julieta now, she still feels incredibly safe with the woman. Armida is set trying to lessen Julietas work load. The only issue being- she really can't cook- all she can really do is help with preparation when needed. So instead she settles with going out to town when Julieta needs anything. It's not a lot, but it's something at the very least, and it's appreciated more than Armida will probably ever realize.

Bruno: While obviously Armida is closest with Pepa and Félix, she also shares a really close bond with Bruno. The both of them being pretty bad insomniacs, they bonded a lot over sleepless nights- She'd tell him about the stars if the sky was clear enough and he'd talk about his rat telenovelas or sometimes about his gift- and she'd comfort him. She's a fan of his telenovelas- she loves the rats, and he's actually a really good writer. She offers to help make small costumes and even jokes about background music for suspense. All and all their relationship is very cute- I like to say they are like platonic soulmates. Obviously after Bruno disappears and comes back things aren't the same.. while he was in the walls some nights she'd sit and talk with his door instead, not knowing he was actually listening. Things are a bit awkward when he comes back- Armida having a lot of feelings about him "leaving" when he hurt his family so badly, but in the end she understands his motivation.

Isabela: When Isabela was little, the girl loved getting her hands dirty. so naturally - Armida loved taking the girl out with her in her nature walks, because even at twenty seven she herself still loved to explore. It was something they bonded over, Dolores never really being as interested. But of course fell apart after Isa was pressured into being the golden child. Now they aren't nearly as close, but the both of them still remember digging for worms near Casita, or going looking for different types of plants in the jungle. Sometimes Isa still takes walks- taking the same paths they used to when she was little- when she knows no one is looking for her. It helps clear her head. Of course after the movie the two begin to grow close once more, Isa being quite excited to show off all the new plants to her supportive tía.

Dolores: I think the majority of the fandom has agreed that Dolores is a daddy's girl- and I completely agree. However she of course loves each of her parents. Mida specifically doted a lot on her when she was younger- having been their first child. She'd often sing to her- writing her own little songs for her daughter. After Dolores got her gift it was a nice thing for the young girl to focus on- her mother singing. Unfortunately getting her gift, like with many of the madrigals, forced Dolores to grow up too soon. She's often a bit protective over her mother, due to things she's heard over time. Armida mostly dislikes the fact that Dolores feels the need to protect her- as she should be the one protecting her.

Little bonus- Armida despises Mariano at first. She disliked him when he was with Isa, not because she knew Isa didn't actually want to marry him (though she has suspected maybe something was up, if she had known that straight up I don't imagine she'd be able to keep quiet about it.) She's- in general- overprotective when it comes to any of the kids dating. She does, however, come around to him.

Luisa: With Luisa there isn't too much to say. Like Pepa and Félix, Armida treats each of Julieta's girls like her own kids,and Luisa is no exception. She used to read or sing to her each night as a kid, as she did with all of them. Each grandkid grew up with at least one song or story before bed, and sometimes even as adults or teenagers they still request it. But as with most of the kids, as Luisa grew up she stopped having time for things like that. Still Armida is always ready to sing or read to her once again- no matter how old she is.

Camilo: Camilo and Armida have very similar senses of humor at times, which means they make for quite the pair. The two of them sometimes pull little pranks around the house, nothing too much of course- after all she's still his mother and won't let him get away with everything, but he still gets away with more with her then he does with Félix or Pepa. Though being fifteen he doesn't spend as much time with his mom as he did at one point in his life- he still won't deny he loves her very much.

Mirabel: Pre movie, Armida would try her best to make Mirabel feel just as special as the rest of the family, but being busy and slightly stressed she could only do so much for the girl. Still, she did what she could when she could. She started to teach Mirabel embroidery after her failed gift ceremony to try to distract the little girl and make her feel better, she didn't expect her to pick up on it- but she's very proud of how far she's come. She's quite proud of the young woman in general.

Antonio: the baby of the family, he is absolutely Armida’s weakness. She has the hardest time saying no to him, much like others in the family. The fact that he looks so much like Félix really does not help- luckily Pepa and Félix are a bit better with saying no to him. She worried a lot about him, and his gift. Part of her had hoped that maybe he wouldn't get a gift, since she's seen how sometimes the gifts the family have can really feel more like curses, and he's only five- but luckily he gets a gift he really enjoys, one that she herself had wished for a lot as a child, one that doesn't seem like it will put immense amount of pressure on her baby boy. She enjoys learning what some of his animal friends are thinking, and reading them all to bed. (Sometimes she spoils some of his animals.. she can't help it)

#encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc event #strawberry art #encanto #encanto oc #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encanto x oc #pepa x felix x oc #oc x canon #art #armida madrigal

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 7 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 3: Reunion

The Madrigal family just finished setting Casita up for a special party they were having that night. One of Alma’s old friends was coming back to the Encanto after she moved away when the triplets graduated from high school. Rosa Rodriguez was visiting to see Alma and the triplets and meet her grandkids for the first time. They were sending letters to each other since Rosa moved and Alma has not seen her since the triplets graduated. She never got the chance to come see any of the grandkids’ gift ceremonies; but now that she will be visiting the Encanto, they will finally meet her and tell her about their amazing gifts.

Once the entire Madrigal family came downstairs to welcome Rosa, they heard a knock on Casita’s door. Rosa must have got here earlier than she said she was going to be; the plane must have come early. Alma made her way to the door to answer it to see Rosa with her bags and they gave each other a hug with tears of joy. None of the grandkids saw their abuela get this emotional or happy before.

“How have you been, Alma? I’ve been waiting for today for what feels like forever!” Rosa said excitedly.

“So have I! I’ve been so busy with the grandkids and running the Encanto that I haven’t gotten the chance to write you a letter in a long time! But now here are my children all grown up, and here are my son-in-laws and grandchildren.”

The triplets made their way up to Rosa to give her a hug. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown! And now you have children of your own and they have grown so much too!” Rosa pointed out.

“Gracias, Rosa. I want you to meet my husband, Agustin, and my daughters, Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel,” Julita introduced.

“Hola, Rosa,” Agustin and the cool-colored sisters introduced, scattered.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Rosa. This is my husband, Felix, and my children, Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio,” Pepa introduced.

“Hola, Rosa. Alma has been talking a lot about you,” Felix said.

“We’re really excited to get to know you,” Dolores added.

“I’ve been excited to get to know all of you since Alma’s been writing to me about all of you since Isabela and Dolores were born.”

“I’ll put your bags in my room, Rosa. I have a bed set up for you in there,” Alma said as she grabbed Rosa’s suitcases.

“Gracias, Alma; do you know where I could put my coat?” Casita grabbed Rosa’s coat and put it on a hook near the front door, much to her surprise. “I completely forgot that Casita can help with everything. Gracias, Castia.”

“So do you want to come to the living room and sit for a bit? I’m sure you’re pretty tired from that jet lag,” Alma said.

“I would love to. Would all of you like to come sit with me so I could get to know you better and see how you’re doing?”

The family agreed and made their way to the living room. Alma let Rosa sit on the couch and she sat next to her. The rest of the family sat around the couch, surrounding Alma and Rosa to let them sit in the center.

“So, how has Sara been? We haven’t seen her or spoken to her since our graduation party and we want to know how she’s doing,” Julieta mentioned. Sara was Rosa’s only daughter, and was best friends with the triplets when they were children.

“She’s doing amazing. She has two children now, Lola and Sebastian, and they’re twenty and seventeen. Lola has been studying to become a social worker, so she’s going to be in school for quite a while. Sebastian is going to be starting his senior year of high school in the fall, so he’s been looking for schools for the year after.”

“Were you friends with Sara?” Antonio asked as he sat on his mother’s lap.

“She was one of our best friends when we were children. She came to our gift ceremony and every birthday party after that before they moved. When Juli and I started dating your papis, she was the first one we would gush about them to,” Pepa explained.

“I remember how when I was bullied regularly when we were teenagers, she was the first one besides Julieta, Pepa, Agustin, and Felix to give me as much comfort as possible when I would tell her. She was the sweetest person I met and I was really upset when she and Rosa announced they were moving,” Bruno added.

“He was more than upset. He cried for several days after they moved,” Juleita said.

Bruno blushed when she said that. “I just missed her a lot! You guys cried when Rosa announced the move too!”

“Yeah, but not as long as you have. Besides, we know you had a crush on Sara when we were teenagers,” Pepa added.

Bruno blushed harder and sank into the couch. “So? I haven’t thought about her in decades and I’m happy for her now. Isn’t that what matters?”

“It is what matters, but why would you want to hide from your nieces and nephews your childhood crushes?” Julieta asked.

“Because it’s embarrassing! I wouldn’t ask the kids about their crushes!”

“Bruno, I know you liked Sara and you clearly cared about her. She cared about you too, and she also liked you a lot. She was just too scared you wouldn’t reciprocate and didn’t tell me until after we moved,” Rosa explained.

Bruno rose back from the couch and sat up. “I’m going to be honest, something was telling me she liked me. I just didn’t ask her about it because I thought it would be weird. But she seems to be doing great now, so I’m happy for her.”

“I’m going to get dinner ready. You can talk for a little more until it’s ready,” Julieta said as she got up and made her way into the kitchen.

“Okay, mija; we’ll talk a little more until you’re ready,” said Alma.

“I will let you know when dinner’s ready, mama.”

Once dinner was ready, Rosa and the Madrigals set the table together and Julieta got dinner set up. Everyone sat down and served themselves Julieta’s Ajiaco. Once everyone served themselves, they continued their conversation and went on about the children’s gifts and how they have been doing.

“So you actually saved the miracle, Mirabel?” Rosa asked before taking a bite.

“I did; and I helped rebuild the house after it was destroyed,” Mirabel responded.

“That’s amazing! Let me tell you, Alma, all of your children and grandchildren have grown up to become such wonderful people. They’ve been helping this community so much, and I’m sure your youngest granddaughter is going to take your place as the guardian of the miracle with flying colors when she’s older.”

“Gracias, Rosa, now that they’ve gotten much older and all of us learned so much from each other, we have become so much happier since Mirabel saved the miracle.”

“And, Dolores, I heard you’re dating Senora Guzman’s grandson?”

“Si, Rosa; were you friends with the Guzmans too?” Dolores asked.

“I was; she, Alma, and I would spend our Saturday nights at the Cantina when we were younger. We would let our children sleep over here and Alma knew someone in town that babysat them.”

“I remember when we had those sleepovers together and Maria would be the one to buy the snacks and bring some games from her house for us to play,” said Bruno.

“Maria was the best babysitter ever! I remember when she graduated from high school and we all went to her graduation party when we were ten and she invited us to the cruise she went on for her college graduation when we were fourteen,” Pepa added.

“How has she been doing, by the way?” Rosa asked.

“We haven’t talked to her since she graduated from college, but she does seem to be doing well,” Alma replied.

“Hey, Bruno, since I know you mentioned that you had a crush on Sara. Have you ever had a date with her?” Luisa asked.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it a date, but I remember this one time when we were in high school we did go to the ice cream shop together, just the two of us. And by that, I mean your mamas set it up for us.”

“Do you remember how it went?” Antonio asked.

“All I remember was that we got to know each other a little bit better and we just had a great time. It didn’t lead to anything since we were too scared to say anything, but it was still fun. Julieta and Pepa were probably disappointed that it didn’t lead to anything.”

As Rosa and the Madrigals continued talking with each other during dinner, each family member continued bringing up fun stories and accomplishments that happened in their lives. After dinner was over, Rosa stayed in Alma’s room to continue catching up with each other, just the two of them. It was a reunion that neither of them would trade for the world.

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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i’ve been reading your prompts and i think they’re absolutely amazing. i especially love your actual baby brother bruno au, and was wondering if you could do another one with julieta and pepa bonding with/being protective over bruno? (if you’re still accepting prompts, that is). i love your writing!

Madrigal triplets (or in this case, siblings) supremacy 👏👏

(And aro-ace Bruno!)

The front door of Casita slammed open and Julieta flinched in shock to hear her little brother shout, "IF YOU WANT ME TO GO, YOU'LL HAVE TO DRAG ME!"

And Alma, even louder: "DON'T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME, YOUNG MAN!"

"THEN STOP TRYING TO SET ME UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED, END OF DISCUSSION!"

Then his bedroom door slammed and Julieta and Pepa were left gaping at each other in silence across the kitchen table, their cups of coffee immediately forgotten.

Their mamá was at it again. Trying to play match-maker, not understanding that Bruno simply wasn't interested. Alma thought it was his anxiety and shyness holding him back; she thought his depression was warping his view of himself. Julieta could understand that logic; after all, that was what she'd wondered too at first, until she heard Bruno out.

Romance, relationships, marriage and everything that came with it, were of no interest to him. For years, the mere mention of sex made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. Once, when he was sixteen, a girl tried to kiss him by the river and he ran straight to Julieta's stall and he avoided that particular classmate of his for a week.

Their little brother was five years younger than them. Not the biggest of age gaps, but Alma had always drilled it into them that they were The Big Sisters. It was their job to keep Bruno safe.

Even from Mamá if they must.

Julieta still remembered the night they got their Miracle; she remembered holding her newborn brother and crying for her Papá, sitting outside the newly formed Casita with Pepa, as a suspicious and frightened Alma went to investigate the living house. For a while, Julieta had been convinced that Alma would never come out; the house would eat her up, and Julieta would have to look after her sister and brother all by herself.

She remembered vowing again and again to protect her baby brother, a silent promise to herself and to their papá.

So Julieta stood now, Pepa right behind her, and went to Bruno's room.

She knocked, but didn't wait for a response before opening the door. The knocking was more of a formality anyway; unless he was in the ante-chamber or main room, he'd never hear her.

There seemed to be more sand than last time. Or maybe she was imagining it. The stairs to the vision cave seemed bigger.

She hoped she was imagining that.

"Brunito?" Julieta made for the second, smaller staircase, leading to his bedroom. "Bruno, it's just us."

Bruno was sitting on the edge of his bed, glaring at the wall. At age twenty-five, he was the spitting image of Pedro. His nails dug into his blanket and he looked like he was about to scream or cry.

Pepa pushed past Julieta, practically running to the bed and throwing herself down gracelessly, flinging an arm around Bruno's shoulders.

"Y'know," she said with a big, dramatic sigh. "I always thought Mamá needed a hobby. Bet this is all because she's bored."

Bruno's lips twitched, an almost-smile.

Julieta sat on his other side, more gentle than her twin sister. Ever since Isabela and Pepa had been born two years ago, Alma had tried harder to convince Bruno to start a family of his own. "You're so good with the ninos," she said, in a rare soft voice. "Look at the kind of papá you could be, amor."

Maybe Bruno would have been a good father, but being a Tio suited him much more.

"Even if I wanted to," Bruno said in that flat, dark tone that Julieta hated. "Even if Mamá was right and I was just being too shy...It wouldn't work. She's blind to it, but who'd want Bad Luck Bruno?" He snorted, seemingly unaware of how his sisters flinched. "Stupid rumours are finally coming in handy, hermanas."

Julieta was his big sister. The eldest. She knew exactly how to snap him out of it.

"It's their loss," she said. Starting to grin, she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around both of her siblings. "Because mi hermanito has such a big heart!"

"Oh no," Bruno muttered as Pepa started to giggle.

"And is so creative!"

"Julieta, stop," Bruno groaned. He tried to push away and stand up, but Pepa helped pin him into the group hug, laughing more than ever.

"So funny and sweet, and look at those beautiful green eyes!"

"Dios mio, Julieta, stop it! We're too old for this!" But Bruno was finally snickering as he tried in vain to push her away.

"Never!" Julieta cupped his face in her hands, kissing both his cheeks and his forehead in rapid succession, finally giving into the urge to giggle herself. She continued as Bruno finally broke into true laughter and she cooed all the while; "Hermano bébé, mi corazón, pequeño! Te amo, mi hermanito!"

"Julieta!" The last of the tension left his narrow shoulders as he laughed against her shoulder. "You're impossible."

"Ay, we're all impossible if you believe Mamá," Pepa said with a wave of her hand. She was grinning broadly, a rainbow above her head. "And our teachers."

"Tch, do you have any idea how many of them expected me to be trouble because of you?" Bruno asked, slapping their sister's arm.

"You were trouble."

"Lies and slander. I never got caught, hermana mayor."

"You don't still think he's the one who stuck chalk in our teacher's erasers, do you?" Julieta sighed.

"He did!" Pepa protested. "How do you still not believe me!?"

"Because it's ridiculous!"

"You know he's a little shit, you just fall for those puppy-eyes every time-"

"If you're gonna fight, take it outside," Bruno said. "I don't want blood on my bed again."

"That was one time!"

"One time too many, Pepi!"

Julieta remembered that particular fight. Pepa had shoved her and Julieta had smacked her face off Bruno's headboard, earning herself a bloody nose. Bruno had only been ten and he'd started screaming at the sight.

Sighing fondly, Julieta pushed Bruno's hair off his face, trying in vain to keep it out of his eyes; it immediately curled back into place.

"You're perfect the way you are," she said gently. "I hope you know that."

Bruno smiled at her, leaning against her shoulder again. "Gracias, Juli," he said.

It wasn't quite an agreement, but she'd take it.

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allofasudden00 · 2 years

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Calling Dibs.

The Madrigal triplets sit along the fountain in the center of town. Julieta wraps an arm around Pepa, who has her face buried in her hands. Bruno sits next to them, ice cream in one hand and the other gently patting his sister on the back.

“I’m never going to find someone to love me!” Pepa whines, a small cloud appearing above her head. The twenty-three-year-olds have been thinking about their futures ever since their recent birthday. They aren’t getting any younger, and their mother has been wondering about their love lives. Julieta sighs and shakes her head.

“Yes, you will. Good things come to those who wait.” Julieta assures. Bruno hums in agreement and nods his head, taking a bite of his ice cream.

“But mama doesn’t want us to wait!” Pepa throws her hands up in frustration, her cloud thundering. “She keeps talking about her friend’s sons and wondering if we find them interesting. It is so draining.”

“That’s because she cares for us. You know mama means well.” Julieta shrugs. “It isn’t like any of us are actively looking for people to date. So, mama is just doing what we aren’t.” Pepa runs a hand down her face and groans in annoyance.

“You’re right. I just wish our future partners would just show themselves to make it easier for us.”

The moment is interrupted by the sound of a donkey screaming. The triplets all look in the commotion's direction. A well dressed, thin man with glasses is holding onto the neck of a panicked donkey. The donkey runs through a crowd of people as the man on the back screams at people to get out of the way.

“Move! Everything is under control! She is simply on her morning run! Watch out!” The man screams and ducks as the donkey rams into a cart full of corn. The donkey continues to run and soon its screaming fades away. Before the triplets could say anything, another set of screaming is heard. A short man with dark skin is riding a horse chasing after the other man on the donkey.

“Agustin! Try to slow her down!” He calls out, flicking the reins of the horse to catch up.

The triplets blink at the scene playing out for several minutes. Pepa’s cloud disappears as she purses her lips in an attempt not to laugh. Julieta’s face is morphed into a mixture of worry and amusement, her hand placed over her heart. Bruno shrugs and returns to his ice cream.

“Julieta.”

“Pepa.”

“I call dibs on the man with the horse.”

“Dibs on the man with the glasses.”

The sisters look at each other and nod. They turn to their brother. Bruno looks at them mid bite of ice cream; he raises an eyebrow.

“I call dibs on this ice cream.”

#suddendrabbles #another short drabble #I love the triplets and this popped into my head randomly #Bruno is me #Ice cream is better than people #Pepa sees a man in charge and falls in love #Julieta sees a walking disaster and is already swooning

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sundaybee · 2 years

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Miscommunication (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

Take note that I do not speak fluent Spanish so if I’ve butchered a word or phrase (Google Translate) I apologize. Please let me know so I can correct it. I also did not make the gif.

This will be part one of maybe eight or nine parts if there is interest in me posting the rest. I’ll update once I figure out how I want to divide it up. I hope you all enjoy and don’t tear it apart too much!

Part 2

Take note: Y/N is eighteen and the triplets are twenty.

Shout out to @zafirosreverie who’s stories are the inspiration behind mine!

“Feliz Cumpleaños mi corazón!”

You looked up from your spot at the kitchen counter. You were finishing up the labels on the jars of jam you and your mother would be taking to the marketplace to sell.

“Gracias mamá.” You replied with a smile and went back to your task. Today was your eighteenth birthday and your mother had agreed to let you have the house tonight for a sleepover with your friends. She’d be spending the night with her boyfriend at his house.

“Are you excited for your friends to come tonight?” Your mother asked as you finished your final label.

“Sí it should be a fun night.” You said, your smile widening at the thought. All week you had been practically shaking with excitement at the thought of your birthday.

“And what time will the Madrigal’s arrive?”

“Around 5:30pm, when they finish their chores.” You replied and packed the final jar into the crate.

You pulled your dark hair out of its ponytail and shook your curls back into place. You hated having your hair pulled back, but it did make doing your job a lot easier. You wiped some remaining jam onto the apron wrapped around your waist before removing it and hanging it back up in its spot, revealing your typical sage colored dress.

The Madrigal triplets were your dearest friends. You had known them for practically your whole life and you were one of the few that didn’t try to use them for their gifts.

You never asked Bruno, the youngest triplet, for visions. Instead you asked for new episodes of his rat telenovelas. Bruno had the heart of a true artist. You never thought of him as a bad omen or this scary villain lurking around the village and you were definitely the first friend he had outside of his sisters. He was the most soft spoken, timid person you had ever met and you hoped he never changed.

You always encouraged Pepa, the middle triplet, to feel what she was feeling. You didn’t mind getting soaked by her rainstorms or whipped up by her tornadoes. You were the first person to suggest that instead of crying for sad reasons to water the crops, she should instead laugh so hard that she cried. The red head seemed happier with the chore ever since.

What could be said about Julieta, the eldest triplet, other than she was the kindest soul you knew. Anytime you injured yourself, even just a simple scrape, you had to assure the eldest you were fine. She often had to force you to take food from her, even for serious injuries, because you wanted her to always know that you valued her more than her gift. Other than yourself and her family, you couldn’t say for sure if anyone saw the value Julieta the girl had and not Julieta the healer.

You loved the triplets and they loved you. It was as it had always been and always would be.

“Well mi vida let us get going. These won’t sell themselves.” Your mother said and with a nod you lifted the crate and followed your mother out into the morning air.

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“Y/N! Are you as excited for tonight as I am?!” You looked up to see Pepa waving wildly at you and rushing to your family’s stall. By the look of her wet clothes she must have just finished her chore of watering the crops. It was midday by now and the sun was high in the sky, a reflection of the red head's current mood.

“Hola Pepa! Sí I can’t wait for tonight!” You said, your smile widening.

“I bet you’re excited to see a certain someone in her nightgown.” Pepa said quietly, and her smirk only grew when she saw how red your face turned.

“Pepa!” You practically shrieked and grabbed at the girl, earning a look from her mother. You shot her a nervous smile and forcefully turned Pepa away from your mothers gaze.

“You are going to be the death of me!” You said in hushed tones. It took a lot of convincing to get both your mother and Señora Madrigal to agree to let the triplets spend the night at your house and Pepa was going to ruin it in one comment.

No matter how close you were to the triplets, having the freshly minted twenty year olds spend the night, especially with Bruno, had been a task. Both mothers were concerned with you and Bruno being in a room together at night. Little did either of them know that your affections were for a different triplet. But with promises of Bruno sleeping in another room you had received both blessings for your little party.

Pepa laughed and hugged you close with her free arm.

“You are much too easy to frazzle.” She whispered before pulling back and laughing again at your red face.

It was no secret to Pepa (or Bruno for that matter) that you had a certain fondness for the eldest triplet. You had confined in Pepa your feelings for her sister and she watched as you lived with your longing for years.

Pepa had told you, begged you, countless times to confess to Julieta, but your fear of losing her friendship outweighed the chance she might return your feelings.

“Y/N come here for a moment.” You looked back at your mother before giving Pepa a look to control her snickering before moving to your mother.

“Here.” Your mother extended to you a small wrapped package. Taking it you looked up at your mother who was grinning ear to ear before you finally tore open the paper.

“Mamá…” the words died on your lips. In the box lay a locket, and upon closer inspection there was a picture of you, your father, and her from your childhood nestled inside. Your father had died when you were eleven after battling illness for a long time.

“He would be so proud of the woman you have grown to become.” Your mother said, putting her hands on your shoulders. Pepa had creeped closer to see what you had received and smiled at the gift.

“Now you can have a little part of him close to your heart at all times.” Your mother said and wiped away the loan tear that ran down your cheek.

“I’ll treasure it always.” You said and turned around so your mother could clasp it around your neck.

“Now run along and enjoy your birthday.”

“But mamá the day isn’t over yet.”

“Y/N I think I can handle running our stall by myself for a few hours.” Your mother rolled her eyes at you. “Think of it as another birthday present.” She said giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You glanced at Pepa and then back at her.

“Are you sure?”

“Sal de aquí!” Your mother said as she shooed you out of the stall.

“Gracias!” You called out before linking your arm with Pepa’s and running off with the girl. Your mother smiled fondly as the laughter of the two of you faded away.

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Julieta was having a rotten week. Every morning she was up at 3:30am to begin preparing food for the village and breakfast for her family. She spent no more than two minutes scarfing down her breakfast with her family before she was back in the kitchen finishing up for the village before she was scurrying out the door.

This week so many people had come complaining to her about what she made. Someone always hated its flavor, someone had an allergy she didn’t account for, someone dropped it and needed another. She wasn’t used to days, let alone weeks, like this. The people should just be happy receiving life saving food for free and quit complaining. If she was more rebellious like her sister maybe she’d boycott one day and see what would happen.

As she passed out food her mind drifted to the conversation she had with her mother the other night while washing the dishes.

“Julieta, remember you are meeting that boy from the city for dinner Friday night.”

“Yes mamá I remember.” She said rinsing the glass of soap.

Ever since she and her siblings turned eighteen she had been trying to find matches for her children. Julieta simply smiled and went along with her mothers notions but deep down she knew her mother would never pick the one person she could see herself with. Her mind began to drift to a pair of soft brown eyes and dark curls.

“Do you understand mi vida?”

Julieta blinked back to reality and looked at her mother, she missed everything she just said.

“Sí” she replied and placed the glass on the shelf. Alma sighed.

“His name is Agustín and you’ll meet him at Señora Guzman’s restaurant at 5:00pm tomorrow. If all goes well we might begin to plan a wedding!” Alma said and clasped her hands together. Julieta turned away from her mother, not daring to say anything.

“Señorita Madrigal are you alright?” A soft voice awoke her from her thoughts. A young man stood in front of her.

“Sí I’m okay. Just drifted off.” Julieta said as she offered the man an arepa. She didn’t recognize him but his wrist was twisted in a terrible way.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh I was helping my abuelo paint the side of the house when I slipped off the ladder.” He said with a chuckle.

“Goodness! You must be more careful!” Julieta said.

“I guess that’s what the city boy gets for trying to help.” The man chuckled. Julieta must have made a face when he said the city because he chuckled again.

“I’m Agustín, I believe we are meeting for dinner tonight.” He said with a smile. Julieta visibly paled.

“Lo siento, yes we are! I just didn’t expect to meet you in my line.” She nervously said, taking note of the growing line, at this rate she’d be meeting no one for anything.

“I’ll let you be, it seems you have a lot of customers. I look forward to tonight.” He said, giving her one last smile before he headed on his way. He seemed nice enough, like a gentleman, but if she didn’t feel a spark now she doubted she would later, but she’d do her duty to her mother and go to dinner. What’s the worst that could happen?

#julieta madrigal #julieta x reader #encanto #julieta x fem reader #reader insert #julieta madrigal x reader #miscommunication

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untoldstories113 · 2 years

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2nd and last chapter of Forecast is out!

Wanted to post it before the absolute hurricane of fan works that will be #Encantober. ;) Looking forward to seeing lots of great stuff from people!

Personally, I wanna join that event, but I'm stressing out about it a little. Of the, and I'm not kidding, eighty-seven stories on my Encanto idea list, twenty-five would fit the Encantober prompts, but there's no way I'm gonna post twenty-five stories next month. ;) So I'll take it easy and tell myself to do at least one, hopefully more.

Anyway, short chapter two excerpt: Pepa's knock on the front door was loud and thundering as if she was intending to unhinge the thing, leaving no doubt that she would be entering that building, one way or the other. And the landlady, a woman maybe half the triplets' age by the name of Moreno, seemed to get the message, because she wasted no time opening the door. Clearly she, too, had still been up. The ghost of a shock flitted across her features for a moment, but she caught herself quickly and gave Pepa, as the nearest visitor, a small, courteous bow. "Señora Madrigal. What a pleasant but unexpected surprise to see you and your family at this late hour, especially in such hard…"

"We need to talk to your son," Pepa cut across her. "Where is he?"

Félix lightly rapped Camilo's head for snickering, and Bruno counted five transformations before the boy regained his composure.

#encanto #fanfiction #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #suspense #angst #hurt/comfort

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kirric-the-fan · 2 years

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Pirate au Character focus: Pepa Madrigal

- Captain of the Casita, and leader of the Madrigals.

- Has more control over her powers than her canon counterpart. More doesn't mean perfect control, but she can direct large swathes of weather when she's concentrating, and push away small clouds without having to rely on 'clear skies'. This is mostly due to having more cause to utilise her powers instead of being stuck with them, and as such Pepa's confidence is much greater too.

- Pepa had always been favoured by Alma. Having control of the weather with a ship based life was hugely powerful, and Alma ensured Pepa was always learning the most about running a ship (starting on how not to damage the ship with her storms). Pepa in her own right has also always been a mama's child, staying closer to her than the other two, which made the breaking of their relationship even more hard for them. Pepa may not have been the older sibling, but she was always the one primed for captaincy (it was decided Julieta's gift was far to useful to risk her as much. also she would have much less time to devote to ships business with the need to cook as well. Bruno was considered lazy (more chilled out/introverted and needed more rest than the others due to his visions), and showed no interest in leading)

- Pepa took over as captain from her ma whilst in her twenties, leading the other two in stealing the casita away when Alma retired. Everyone knows that story, and that the command of the ship changed, but there is obvious and continued bad blood between Alma and her daughter. Their present relationship is strained, or nonexistent. Most people can tell that something serious went down between them, but no-one knows exactly what, and the triplets remain tight-lipped about the details. There are some rumors that Alma disapproved of her daughter's relationship with a merman, but it's hard to judge that aspect of it because Pepa's (and thus Felix's) physical and emotional distance doesn't help with building a familiarity or rapport (these are mostly rumors).

- Pepa is fiercely protective of her family, almost to a fault. Numerous incidents have drawn Pepa to keeping her family close, almost leaving them stuck on the ship with her. Not everybody is happy with that, but they have all been instilled with a strong sense of duty and obligation to stay and use their gifts to help. There is also a little bit of fear in the mix, because even though she wouldn't deliberately terrorise her family, Pepa is a pretty scary and terrifying person at times. She will certainly give no quarter in dealing with those who mean her family harm, and has gained a fearsome reputation for that in addition to her prowess on the seas. She may have lightning and weather on her side, but she also prefers to get 'hands on' at times. A punch can convey a lot more than an otherwise random bolt of lightning.

- Pepa is smart, and cunning in her own right in planning how to protect and bolster the Casita's resources so they can all have the most comfortable life. She also knows how to utilise her families gifts and natural abilities- she draws her brother into planning routes and charting weather courses not just because of his access to visions, but because he can understand the weather interactions better than her. But the pressures of running the ship have pushed Pepa to almost reducing her family to their gifts and what they can do for the ship. She is often blind to their own needs and desires, too focused on preserving what they have. (Pepa is the equivalent of canon Abuela in this au)

- Pepa loves all of the family, but is biased towards favouring her own side of the family, and her closer family members, even though it's more of a subconscious thing than an active attempt to elevate them. It'd be small things, like prompting Julieta to take one of her own daughters with her on a mission, even though Dolores would be the best choice. Pepa is very good at finding reasons to justify her choices like that, but the end effect is the cool colours getting more work, and the warm colours kids getting more bored/at a loose end. Agustín, Mirabel, and, surprisingly, Dolores are all very aware of this discrepancy in treatment. Isabela knows it too, but only in the context of having to keep up with Dolores, who has to do a lot less to get the same sort of attention and praise. On all fronts, Pepa is too embedded in her ways to address this behaviour, so they put up with it.

- Pepa is still firmly entwined with her emotions, has her canon counterpart's love of music and dancing, (and Félix). She also loves sailing, and being out on the sea, and would do anything to live her life on the waves.

(Got any questions or prompts for the au? My askbox is open! Want more pirate content? Mosey on up to my pinned post here for links to more pirate AU thoughts, stories and drabbles!)

#kirric's encanto pirate au #encanto #pepa madrigal #character info #yes she really is the abuela equivilent in this au #Don't worry- the take is nuanced

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brave329 · 2 years

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They were gone, all six of her precious nietas were dead before they had truly began to live. It was her fault if she hadn’t been so selfish so wrapped in her own pain she was ignorant to her family’s suffering they would still be here. Her own son had been tormented by the village and had hid in the walls for a decade to save his sobrina from the same fate because she had never protected him so he didn’t trust her to protect Mirabel. The old woman was torn from her musings by three agonized pain filled screams from where her children were sleeping. Panicked she rushed to the one closest to her which happens to be Bruno the one she failed the most Blood covered butterfly wings burst from their backs but that was the easy part. Her hijas were held by their husbands as she desperately hugged her lost hijo knowing whatever promises she made would not be believed. All three triplets grew six new arms in three hours and twenty six minutes. Her son passed out in her arms once the changes were completed leaving her to once again wonder why her family kept suffering for her mistakes.

When the villagers learned of the triplets transformation the three were forced to spend their entire day reciting bible verses instead of grieving their dead children or recovering from the night she understood their caution her children had sprouted wings had six arms and looked two and a half decades younger Julietta and Pepas eyes had turned blue and yellow respectively still she couldn’t help but hold them partially responsible for the situation eventually when the townspeople were convinced that the three had not become demons they decided to build a new home for the remaining Madrigals it was completed in three months

The new casa la Madrigals looked very different from casita it resembled a temple more then a house but the very moment Alma Opened the door it sprung to life in golden magic she recognized the spirit of casita as the floor tiles forced them up the stairs all of them hoped that their children would be their (they had never found the bodies had never fully given up hope) but their were only four glowing doors four glowing doors and a brown one with the word nursery carved at the top

The nursary was large but mostly empty six circular cribs were built into the walls each having one of the childrens names carved above them inside the cribs were white cocoons which one could see unborn babies inside if they looked closely enough Isabelas had Spackling of dark midnight and sky blue Dolores specs of red and black Louisa indigo and dark purple Camilo Orange Mirabel Gold and Antonio orange of course most of this wasn’t realized by the adults until much later

Alma looked down at the white and gold cocoon in front of her Mirabel on her way to rebirth her eyes steeled with determination casita are these the grandchildren she asked causing the others to turn toward her Casita flipped a tile once a yes when will they hatch Pepa demanded somehow having both a sun and a snow cloud casita flipped the tile five times five months Julieta asked casita opened and closed the door as if nodding she vaguely heard Augustine and Felix talking behind her but she lost herself in thought her nietos were back I won’t fail a second time she promised out loud I’ll protect you she looked away from the cocoon to Bruno all of you her eyes flashed gold at her words

#cocooned fairy au #encanto alma #bruno madrigal #julietta madrigal #Chrysalis au #Encanto

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bvlladonnas · 2 months

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is that NAILEA DEVORA? oh, no, that’s XIMENA REYES, a TWENTY-THREE year old STUDENT AT UNIVERSIDAD DE BELLAS ARTES/LIFEGUARD who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in EL PALACIO HOUSING IN VINA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is LIZZIE MCGUIRE FROM LIZZIE MCGUIRE & LUISA MADRIGAL FROM ENCANTO. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS:

full name: ximena guadalupe reyesnickname(s): ximeage: twenty-threegender: cis womanpronouns: she/hersexuality: bisexual & biromanticdate & place of birth: may 15 in el paso, tx occupation: bioengineering major at universidad de bellas artes & lifeguard at playa el solfaceclaim: nailea devorapiercings: one lobe piercing on each eartraits: ambitious, dogmatic, dependable, emotional, patientsimilar to: lizzie mcguire (lizzie mcguire), luisa madrigal (encanto), belle (beauty and the beast), padme amidala (star wars), katara (avatar: the last airbender) aesthetics: pastel hair clips, cowboy boots, singing into a hairbrush in your room, movie nights with your best friends, the sweet nostalgia of girlhood, and fresh peaches

* warning for parentification & mommy issues </3

BULLET POINTS:

– born in el paso, texas, and was the first in an eventual family of ten (has nine siblings – future wc ??? perhaps ???) — has dual u.s. & mexico citizenship, grew up traveling between the two countries as their family had cattle ranches both in el paso & in colonia juarez (though they mainly focused on agriculture in juarez) — while her family wasn't well-off by any means growing up, her parents always made sure she had what she needed, and because of that, she could never complain — grew up having to take care of many of her siblings; considers isabela, mateo, & the triplets (her youngest five siblings) to basically be her kids — has a love for animals that manifested because she worked closest with the cattle & livestock growing up — kind of . looked over in her family by her mother (mommy issues ...) and was considered the "plain" daughter because of her place in the family (her sister, the one closest in age to her, is considered the pretty one) — is always yearning for something More. was always found exploring or with her nose in a book or watching documentaries on the local library's computer — while she loves her family, often felt stifled by them. she's the "smart one" and so is often seen as her parents' life insurance (because she's supposed to be the successful older one out of all of them) — got really good grades so she could go to a good college but her financial aid wasn't enough to afford it; because of this, she took a year off and completed most GE credits at her local community college — applied to universidad de bellas artes on a whim, believing she wouldn't get in and it was just for fun — got a full scholarship & decided to go for it — is in chile in an effort to forge her own path and get away from her family for a bit, has some insane guilt over it we unforchie do not have time to unpack — literally just got here . she is New In Town — works as a lifeguard because baby is broke ... has no money .... no family .... sixteen in the middle of miami ... — is very excited to finally be able to be herself (even though she has no clue who that is)

HEADCANONS:

— her hair goes right to her upper thighs; it used to go all the way down to her feet, but it got kind of hard to manage. still, it's very important to her — kind of a klutz. trips over nothing no matter how hard she stares at the ground — actually a very good swimmer. she wouldn't have gotten her job without it! — wants to work at nasa developing new technology for life beyond earth. also kind of wants to go to medical school. also has no clue what the hell she wants to do in life — the definition of yearning ... someone get her — loves to sing! hums to herself often while she's doing things & actually has quite a decent voice — cannot cook to save her life. will burn water (but can bake, somehow. can make some mean slutty brownies). — neurotic as fuck. always anxious and kind of a control freak, and then gets anxious about that, too — loves fiber arts! crochets & knits gifts for people as a love language <3 — has her own horse named angelica. she's chesnut brown & also the love of her life and she misses her every damn day — has a very slight Twang in her voice <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— someone to show her around chile ! she is quite literally fresh off the plane y'all she's so lost — someone she knew during childhood maybe? might be a future wc but i think it'd be fun ! — a platonic soulmate, her bestest of friends if you will. — a roommate !!! she is so broke someone take her in and split the bill with her omfg (also she lives in a cool house by the sea similar to an old hermit . i think someone should come live there with her) — who is she not getting along with immediately . who is she fighting . she's a mexican older sister you know she's kinda judgy even if she tries to say she's not :/ — more to come be patient

#heh . hey guys .#valpohqintro

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askweisswolf · 2 years

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Not me thinking about the quote “I’m older now than my father ever was” in relation to Pedro and the triplets.

#encanto #Pedro Madrigal #Julieta Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #Madrigal triplets #I just think about it a lot #he died before he was even thirty and in canon they’re fifty #they outlived him by more than twenty years

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aprettyfeverdream · 2 years

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My art teacher: Bruno Madrigal.

the quote of the day,

“you know, some weeks, like, the whole ‘life thing’ just seems like too much”

#Bruno Madrigal #madrigal twins #madrigal triplets #pb&j encanto #art teacher #my art teacher is bruno #if Bruno decided to be a high school art teacher in the twenty first century #He’s very tired your honor #he deserves a break and a raise

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awkward-madrigals · 2 years

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The thing I love the most about Encanto, aside from the fact that the average age of the protagonists is well over 20 years old, is that all of the Madrigal women became first time mothers in their middle to late twenties:

Alma became the mother of the triplets at 25 years old;

Julieta became the mother of Isabela at 29, the mother of Luisa at 31 and the mother of Mirabel at 35;

Pepa also became the mother of Dolores at 29, the mother of Camilo at 35 and tHE MOTHER OF ANTONIO AT 45???

In my family women get fucking shamed for first becoming mothers the day after they turn 25.

I wish I was born a Madrigal.

#encanto #disney encanto #madrigal family #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #motherhood #madrigal madness

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thirteentimes · 2 years

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Please, just go easy on me baby

Pepa Madrigal x female!reader

‘You only wanted to protect Bruno, but that leaves you with a very angry, very scared Pepa Madrigal.’

TW: physical violence, blades, mention of small injury, swearing

A/N: Reader and triplets in their very early twenties, with the reader being childhood best friend with the triplets. 2.2k words.

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‘Run!’ You yelled at Bruno as you tried your best to keep the man at bay, locking your hands around the handle of the dagger and forcing it backwards.

Bruno seemed stunned into silence, and you could only hope that he would heed your command, that he wouldn’t try some act of hopeless bravery. But moments later, clear above your combined grunting as you fought for control of the blade, you heard his footsteps as he turned tail and sprinted away.

A wave of relief passed over you, an ill placed sense of calm even as you fought for your own wellbeing. Bruno was out of danger for the meantime, running home in search of help, extricating himself from the determined grip of this man. As long as Bruno made it to Casita he would be safe, protected by his siblings who held the same determination as you to protect your best friend.

With a shove you pushed the man away, almost falling over yourself with the momentum of it.

‘How dare you!’ You shouted, pushing back the hair that had fallen in front of your flushed face. ‘How dare you think you can hurt him just because the consequences of your own actions have come to bite you on the ass!’’

‘He’s cursed! Bad luck Bruno only brings terrible visions! He ruins peoples lives!’ He growled, the dagger in hand glinting warningly in front of him, brandishing it menacingly at you.

‘You asked him for a vision! How is it his fault that you messed up your own life!’

‘He’s trouble,’ he spat, pacing forwards, shoving the tip of the dagger to your chest. ‘He needs to be taught that - that he can’t do this to people! That he has no right in ruining our lives.’

You raised your head aloft, trying to look as imperious as you possibly could if only to negate the way your body trembled.

‘You ruined your own life, hijo de puta.’

‘You’re in no position to judge me,’ he hissed, a smirk curving at his lips as the dagger point lifted, pressing to your throat.

‘Perhaps,’ you said, willing your voice not to waver, ‘but Doña Madrigal will. And she’ll bring a far greater punishment than I ever could.’

‘I’ll take my chances.’

You breathed deeply, finding yourself praying for some kind of miracle in that moment.

‘You shouldn’t have gotten involved,’ he said eventually, his hand twitching. The blade bit at your skin. ‘You should’ve -‘

‘Left you to what? Kill the sweetest man in our Encanto?’ Your shoulders raised higher with your defiance and you had to fight down the smirk as you imagined the proud look in both Pepa and Julieta’s eyes at the statement. ‘I don’t think so.’

The blade lay flat at your throat, cold metal against your frantic pulse point.

‘It could’ve been so easy,’ he murmured to himself, and a sudden spark of hope flashed through you at the almost remorseful tone of his voice.

But then there was a blur of movement as he sprung forward and tackled you to the ground, immediately sitting astride you. With your arms pinned and his weight settled against your ribs, you had no room to scream, let alone a chance to escape.

His breath was laboured as he slammed a fist against your face, sharp pain blooming in nauseating waves. Your breath left you in an instant, hissed back haltingly through your teeth.

‘Should’ve stayed away,’ he growled, as he moved the knife back up-

‘Get your hands off of her!’

That familiar voice had hope blistering through your veins as the man scrambled upright, stumbling away from you. Pushing yourself up to your hands and knees you looked over to see three figures stood there, illuminated by the dazzlingly bright glow of one immensely angry Pepa Madrigal.

She was luminous in her rage and terribly, achingly beautiful.

The man behind you did not wait around, his footsteps frantic as he raced away.

‘Bastardo!’

Wincing, you made to climb to your feet before immediately finding yourself helped upright by two different pairs of hands.

‘Gracias,’ you murmured, as Julieta laid a steady hand on your shoulder, wide eyes roaming across your face.

‘Ay, Y/N,’ she muttered worriedly, blindly reaching into her dress pocket to retrieve a slightly squashed arepa. She cupped your cheek, practiced fingers skating agilely across your bruised skin as she indicated to you to open your mouth. ‘Lo siento,’ she apologised softly as you bit into the arepa, ‘it’s all I had on short notice.’

‘Still good,’ you mumbled gratefully around your mouthful, ‘as always, Juli.’

She pressed a kiss to your temple, just as she used to do when you were younger and you’d gotten yourself into another scrape.

‘Are you alright?’ Bruno asked, appearing next to his sister, his face pale and tight with worry. You could see the guilt in his eyes, a look you were accustomed to and hated. This man always shouldered the blame for a gift he’d never asked for, worn thin by the town's distrust of him. It made you want to scream. All the Madrigal triplets did was try; try to be good enough for a town that just kept taking from them.

You nodded, brushing the dirt from your top and tutting at the spots of blood before reaching out to playfully ruffle his hair.

‘I’m fine, I promise Brunito,’ you said softly, patting his cheek. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘Ay that’s good, isn’t it!’ Pepa’s voice suddenly bit into the silence, warbling and venomous. ‘Señorita Idiota is fine so we shouldn’t worry, huh? Well why don’t we just go home, and forget all about it!’

You blanched, turning to Julieta and Bruno who wore equally confused expressions.

‘Pepa?’ You asked, taking a tentative step towards the still bristling woman. As ever, all you wanted was to help her, to work through what was bothering her and find a way to make her smile. But she didn’t give you a chance, not allowing you within touching distance and instead flinching away. With a sharp exhale, she turned her back on the three of you and stormed away, cloud sweeping after her as her ever loyal shadow.

‘Well,’ you said, turning back to Julieta and Bruno, ‘what the hell was that?’

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You’d no sooner stepped through the door of Casita before Pepa jumped up from her seat at the table, agitated hands twisting in the fabric of her dress.

You’d fully expected not to see her when you got back, assuming she’d gone to brood in her room. Instead she seemed to have been waiting for you, the courtyard having seen an evident myriad of different emotions from her if the puddles on the floor and the blown over plant pots were anything to go by.

‘How could you be so reckless?’ Pepa shouted, circling the dinner table, absently kicking at a stuck out chair leg. Casita shoved the chair at her in silent protest but Pepa immediately slammed it into place, hands gripping fiercely to the back of it.

‘Me?’ You snorted, hackles raised at the accusation in her voice. You crossed your arms defensively as you watched her. The little black cloud that had once been hovering over her head sprawled out across the courtyard. ‘That’s a bit rich considering you’re the most reckless one of us all!’

The first drops of rain began to fall as you heard Bruno’s soft ‘uh oh’ from behind you.

’Well at least I’m not stupidly reckless, unlike some people!’ She threw you a glare that, under normal circumstances, would have sent you running but in that moment only added to your indignation. You couldn’t understand why she was so angry, when you had only done what you’d seen her do all her life: protect her family.

‘You’re calling me stupid now, huh?’

You gripped the back of the chair opposite her, eyes locked. The tension was tangible, the air thick and sparking.

‘Yes!’ She paused briefly, eyes searching your face before throwing her hands in the air. ‘Well yes and no. I’m calling your absolute lack of thought for your bloody well being stupid!’

‘Oh? And that's so different to you how?’

‘I have magic!’ The cloud swirling around you rumbled, blue black flickering with lightning as if to emphasise her point. ‘I can protect myself!’

She slammed a fist on the table, Casita clicking it’s tiles at her in animated irritation. Her head bent, she stared at the wood grain, chest rising and falling erratically. You’d seen her anger before, had seen her flash fire moods that turned on a coin's edge.

But this was different.

This was desperate, an undercurrent you didn’t understand, something else electrifying her reaction. But still, you could not help but bite back.

‘Right, so there’s one rule for you and another for me, huh? Just because I’m not magical like you? Is that what it is?’

Pepa’s head snapped up, fury written clear across her face. Her hair stood on end, red strands floating in a static halo as her fingers curled against the table. A quick dart of lightning fizzed across its surface, smoke rising from the burn.

You winced, swallowing down the immediate need to apologise and instead raised your head a little higher in defiance.

Rain poured in earnest.

‘Exit stage left, I think,’ Bruno murmured from behind you to Julieta, his voice jarring. You’d almost forgotten that the pair of you weren’t alone. ‘Before we get pursued by the angry bear.’

A small part of you wanted to ask them to take you with them, or at the very least stay to make sure she wouldn’t murder you on the spot. The rest of you, however, wanted this; wanted this explosion that had been building for months on end, even if it meant you were caught in the crossfire. This tension had been lingering between the two of you for months, the both of you dancing around something too big to name.

As Julieta and Bruno made a beeline for the stairs, Julieta stopped briefly at Pepa’s side. Leaning in she murmured something against her ear, too quiet for you to hear. But by the way Pepa shook her off, not once breaking your eye contact, you could only assume it was something Pepa didn’t want to hear.

Julieta sighed, briefly patting her sister on the shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before hurrying upstairs.

Now it was just the two of you, a swirling storm wedged fiercely between you.

‘I make the rules because I know what I’m doing!’ She growled the words out, each one sharp.

You raised a goading eyebrow and she glowered in response.

‘Ok, I know what I’m doing most of the time, well sometimes.’ Her hands gesticulated wildly, her body always belying the things she didn’t say. ‘But we’re not going there right now, we’re talking about you! And how you need to stop throwing yourself in front of every sign of danger!’

‘It’s not every sign,’ you protested, hands balling to fists. ‘I was only trying to help! What did you expect me to do, watch Bruno get hurt because of something that was never his fault?’

‘I expected you to run with him, rather than offering yourself in his place!’

‘You never run!’ You spat back. ‘You always stand your ground so don’t you talk to me like I’m the only one who puts themselves in danger!’

‘But I have the fucking weather to protect me! It’s my job to protect my family, to protect the encanto,’ her breath came sharp and short as she rounded the table, just an arms breadth away from you. ‘It’s my job to protect you!’

‘You don’t have to, Pepa. I’m an adult who knows well enough what I can and can’t handle and I don’t…’ You swallowed thickly, heart thundering in your chest. ‘I don’t want that from you.’

Pepa stalked closer towards you and instinctively you took a step back as lightning crackled around her, spiralling through her unkempt hair and downwards, building at her fingertips.

‘I don’t care if that’s not what you want, because it’s going to happen every time. Every single time.’ She bit the words out, still coming towards you, steps purposeful, anger radiating in bright waves that seemed to illuminate her.

‘Why?’ You growled even as you backed away, stumbling backwards until your back met the wall. Casita’s bricks rippled, almost concerned. ‘Because you have some sort of hero complex? Because -‘

‘Because I said so!’ She roared, finally stood before you, hands slamming down either side of your head, caging you in.

For a moment all you did was breathe the same charged air. Hearts hammering fit to burst, both indignant and angry, faces just a fraction away from touching.

You tipped your head back against the wall, a growl of frustration rumbling in your throat before you grabbed hold of her shoulders, wanting to shake her hidden answers loose. Wild eyes met yours.

‘Mierda! Why can’t you just tell me the truth?’ Your chest heaved, brushing against hers. ‘Just this…’

Your words were swallowed in an instant as her lips met yours, almost bruising in their force as if she could somehow reveal the answers you sought by proximity alone.

For a moment you were frozen, shock ricocheting through you as the scenario you’d thought so impossible played out in your arms. But as she went to draw back, her anxiety clear in her frantic green eyes, you caught her face in your hands.

She stilled immediately.

‘Pepa,’ you murmured softly just to taste her name on your tongue.

‘Y/N, I -‘

You drew her back against you before she could say any more, kissing her with every last moment of longing you’d ever held for her. Stars danced behind your closed eyes as the taste of her invaded your senses, hands slipping from her cheeks to instead tangle in her wild hair.

One of her hands crept downwards, cupping your hip, fingers splayed against the soft curve. The other caught your jaw, framed by long fingers, turning it to fit your lips more perfectly together.

You whimpered into the kiss, an exhalation of utter joy as you twisted soft red curls around your fingers. She whimpered right back in primal answer.

She wanted you. She wanted you.

Reluctantly you both drew back for breath, matching shy smiles and flushed cheeks.

‘I mean as answers go that was certainly something,’ you breathed out, hands falling to her shoulders, her warm body pressed snugly against your own.

She gave you a skittering smile, cheeks pink but eyes still unsure, still wary even as she pressed her forehead to yours.

‘Do you finally see now?’ She asked quietly as she gently took your hands, bringing them down to rest between you. Her fingers circled your wrists.

‘I’m getting an idea, I think.’ You pulled back just an inch, looking at her with a cheeky smile. ‘Unless it’s customary for you to kiss everyone you get in an argument with.’

‘Far from it, Lo prometo.’ Her thumb traced your pulse point, and you wondered if she could feel the thrum of your heart; the heart that belonged unquestionably to her. ‘But do you see why I’m so -‘

‘Angry with me?’

‘Scared for you,’ she supplied quietly. ‘You see, I’m selfish.’

You frowned at her, fingers seeking hers before locking tightly around them

‘How could you ever be selfish?’

‘Because I’m afraid.’ Her eyes slipped closed at that as a light breeze tugged at your clothes. ‘I’m afraid of losing you, of watching you slip away and I’m not…’ her voice broke, just ever so slightly. ‘I’m not strong enough for that.’

‘Oh Pepa,’ you murmured, dropping her hands to instead throw your arms around her, burying your face against her neck. She clutched onto you, arms tight around your waist as she pressed her face to your still damp hair. ‘I'm sorry I scared you. I just couldn’t let that man hurt Bruno.’

‘I know, of course I know!’ You felt the flex of her muscles as she squeezed you tighter. ‘And I didn’t mean to get so angry, but seeing you there beneath him.’ She breathed in deeply, a sudden burst of wind buffeting through the courtyard. ‘I thought I was too late and I couldn’t…’

She pushed you back a step, hands sure and soft as they cupped your face.

‘I have loved you for so long that I couldn’t imagine a world without you. I just - I would never recover.’

Words failed you, brain short wiring at her earnest confession. Instead you did the only thing you could, drawing her down to kiss you in the vain hope that your touch would express the overwhelming tide of your emotions.

‘Querida,’ the name slipped from your tongue too easily to stop, ‘I’m not going anywhere, I promise.’ Another kiss as if branding your words against her skin. ‘I love you far too much to leave you.’

‘You love me, ay?’ Her fingertip bopped against the end of your nose as she tried and failed to hold back her tears.

‘Eres el amor de mi vida.’

A wounded little whimper burst from her mouth as she curled around you once more, kiss after kiss pressed to every inch of skin she could find before finally pressing her lips to yours.

You did the only thing you could do. The only thing you ever wanted to do for as long as you lived.

You kissed her back.

…

‘Te lo dije.’

‘You cheated!’ Julieta whispered angrily. ‘You can literally see the future…’

Pepa flipped a middle finger behind her as she traced kisses down your throat, voice vibrating against your skin.

‘Bien, a la mierda ustedes dos!’

#pepa madrigal x reader #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa x reader #encanto #I’m in my feels which is why I’m writing so much rubbish

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Pepa has a praise kink. Just look at her, she absolutely melts into a puddle when Félix praises her. I’d love to see this in action, please.

Aye I gotchu 👍 let's get some Pepa praise in a bitch.

Birthday's in a Madrigal household were KINDA a big deal, especially when its the original triplets. It was an all day event, literally only stopping till it was well into the night. Not that Pepa minded, if it were up to her, she'd party till the sun came up. But with Julieta being tired and Bruno having a small limit for social interaction, the party unfortunately had to end. Well, sort of. As Félix took her back up to her room, this crazy woman was still trying to dance, body working on autopilot and barely avoiding things in the hallway. He laughed, trying not to be too loud as he twirled her, keeping her from breaking a vase and probably waking up the exhausted members of the family.

"You're WILD Pepi!! It's like you never stop!"

With strength that'd make Luisa jealous, she yanked him right towards her, a smirk on her lips. Pepa didn't drink alcohol anymore, but this woman was absolutely drunk off the party atmosphere. Enough to make her frisky anyway, given the hand on his ass.

"Why would I WANT to? It's not midnight YET, it's still mi cumpleaños!"

He was a gentleman as he pushed her door open for her, helping get this beautiful woman inside her room. He put his hand at her hip, which automatically made her wrap her arms around him.

"I love how you love your birthdays. Most women hate their birthdays, they feel old."

"Oye- I'm fifty three now, I AM old! But you're old too, and you haven’t gotten ugly. Not yet, anyway."

He snorted. He had one or two or drink, so he was just a BIT goofier than usual. Not too much though, he wanted enough of a clear head to be present with his wife, in this moment.

"You will NEVER be ugly. Ever. Look at you. Give Papi a spin, let him look at you~"

He helped her give him a slow spin, and he whooped loudly, acting as if they hadn't been married for over thirty years.

"Ay, you're stupid, Félix."

"And you're GORGEOUS Pepa! Look at you! Dios, I can't believe I got to MARRY you!"

She chuckled into her palm, crying out in gleeful surprise as his body weight sent her onto her bed, with him on top of her. They were giggly, blushing messes, and his heart couldn't feel more complete. He felt himself lean into her hand like a cat, and if he could, he'd be purring.

"I love you, Félix. I have the best husband."

"You really do. Especially since I have a birthday gift for you~"

THAT got her excited, he could tell from the rainbows over her pretty little head.

"Oh oh oh! Is it chocolates?"

Félix snorted, shaking his head.

"Pepa, you got chocolates as most of your gifts. How much more do you need?"

"All of it. Literally all of it."

If he could, he'd give her all the chocolate the world could offer. Really, he would. He sat up a bit, holding one of her hands in his.

"How about tomorrow, I take you to the Merchant's square? We can go see Gunter, and you buy WHATEVER candy you want from him. On me."

"Isn't it all so expensive?"

"Oh absolutely, he charges up the ass- but for you? Worth it. Though if you wanna get me a discount, show a bit of cleavage-"

"Félix."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Seriously though, that'll be part two of your gift."

She raised a brow at him, clearly suspicious.

"And what's part one?"

"Part one, is me telling you all the things I LOVE about you. I made a whole list and everything."

With her free hand, she put her hand over her chest, clearly flattered.

"Aw, Félix. You made a list? For me?"

"Of course! I have it right...uh, I think I paid Bruno twenty pesos to eat it."

She wanted to laugh, but settled for a small sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'm sorry, what? WHY would you do that?"

"I was a few drinks in, and I thought it'd be funny. It was, he like, swallowed it whole. It was impressive."

"See, this is why you can't drink tequila."

He raised a finger at her, slightly scowling.

"Hey, YOUR mamá keeps offering to drink off with me. And that woman can put drink me under the table, hijole!"

He loved her family. Her hard working sister, her weird little brother, her sassy and strict mother. She folded her arms over her chest, nose up in the air in a sense of displeasure.

"So, no list?"

"No no no, you're getting a list. It just won't be organized worth a shit. Trust me, I don't REALLY need it. Not for you. Hell, I'll start now. I love your hair."

He gently carressed her braid in his hand, making sure not to damage a single lock of hair of hair on his head. She still tried to look unimpressed, but he knew he was already getting to her, based on how he was looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"Go on."

"I love how soft it is. I love how long it is. I love watching you put it up in the morning, I love how it clings to you when you're sweaty or just got out of the shower. I love how it moves when you dance,"

His fingers slowly trickled up her braid, and the second his nails hit her scalp, he watched her just melt under his touch.

"I love how when I touch it just right, you melt under me. Como un gato bonito~"

He kissed the hair on the top of her head, ever so gently pulling on the hair in his hand, just a bit. She sighed dreamily into it, clearly basking in his touch.

"You're cheating. You're so cheating."

"You're just mad because you like it~...now, about your face. Where do I START with your face?"

He cupped her face in his hand, studying her fearures for a moment. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"I'd punch anyone else for saying that, you know."

"I love how your brows furrow when you act grumpy. I love your eyebrows, even though you hate them."

"I do, they're bushy."

"I mean something else is bushy, never hear you talk shit about that-"

"Félix."

He tried not to snort as he held his hands up in defense.

"Just saying, I love them. Your eyebrows. Your beautiful eyelashes, your nose, your cheeks, and your lips...ay Pepa, tus labios~"

He couldn't resist a kiss. Another one. Another. He unfortunately had to close his eyes after who knows many kisses, in order to fully enjoy them. They tasted like chocolates and various mocktails. He LOVED it. He opened his eyes after a moment, sighing dreamily at his absolutely gorgeous wife.

"You have the softest lips. They're softer than any cloud, any flower. Everytime I kiss them, I think to myself, 'so this is love'."

Her poor face was misting now, she was trying to hide in her pillows. It was precious, watching those red cheeks through them, like a lighthouse through a fog. He held onto her hand, and ever so slowly trailed kisses up her arm. From her shoulder, to the tips of her fingers.

"And tus manos. Your fingers are so long, your nails are always perfect. I could hold your hands forever. I ever tell you which fingers are my favorite?"

"...no."

Still embarrassed. Still beautiful.

"Your ring finger is one. Seeing it on your finger, knowing it means you're mine, Pepa I still have to pinch myself."

He kissed the gold band, once, twice, thrice. The coolness against her soft, warm skin was to die for.

"And the second one?"

"Your middle. I've seen you start fights with these, it's incredible."

"Like that one woman at the bar?"

He chuckled as he kissed that finger, recalling the moment.

"Oh I remember that. Pepa, you ACTUALLY elbow dropped a woman, we're still not allowed at that bar."

"She deserved it. She kept flirting with you, the middle finger was a warning that she did NOT listen to."

"It was so impressive, I couldn't stop you. Seriously, even the bouncer stepped the fuck back."

They both snorted at the thought. Pepa was passionate in everything she did, including violence. He lifted himself up a bit, in order to kiss her chest.

"Your heart is beautiful too. You love with EVERYTHING that you are."

"...if you need to take off my dress to continue, you can take it off."

"Gracias, Pepi."

It took a little bit of movement for him to get her out of it, but when he did, he whistled, and whistled loudly.

"And your body. Such soft skin,"

He leaned down to kiss between her breasts, finding comfort in the soft material of her yellow bra. Women had such lovely, such soft clothes, he loved it.

"So smooth, it's like god carved you by hand. And he painted you with so many lovely, lovely freckles. He thought you were so beautiful, he trapped the stars right onto you."

"You talk too much, Félix..."

She acted so confident sometimes, but even the most brazen woman needed to be told how lovely she was. He kissed down her lovely stomach, with the patience of a saint, taking in slow, soft inhales of her practically glowing skin. He could tell she was aroused, given her slightly shakey breath, given the way sweat clung to his lips at every kiss. Sweet, but salty. If Pepa were a dessert, she'd be something light, with a dash of sea salt carmel. He chuckled, hands softly cupping her thighs now, kissing JUST above that lovely underwear.

"You're too modest. I'm only telling you facts. I could kiss every freckle on your body, all night long, and I'd still be unable to reach them all."

He made a good attempt though, kissing at freckle after freckle on her stomach, hip, and to be a tease, her thighs. She was starting to squirm now, hip ever so lightly trying to buck into his mouth.

"Félix..."

"Easy, mami. I'm getting there. I also love your legs. God they're so long, so smooth. I LOVE seeing them when you dance. I love seeing them when you walk, or even when you stomp. They're so gorgeous- there's no other legs like these in the entire Encanto."

He hoisted one leg over his shoulder as he slowly trailed his kisses up her leg, stopping just shy of her feet. From here, he could see just a damp spot on her underwear, ever growing from his tempting affections. He switched legs, now kissing downward, mumbling about her legs seemed to go on for miles. Then, he was face to face with the cute little cloth, so tempted to just dive in headfirst.

"Félix please-"

"Shh. I'm not done. I love this part too. Ever seen I was a teenager, I've been interested in whats up the skirt of pretty girls. But Pepa...when I first tasted you. I knew I didn't want anyone else. You're like a drink of water after a long, exhausting day in the desert. You remember that one time, we were at the library, and I was 'helping you study'?"

Her cheeks were so red at the memory, he had to fan away some fog from her face to get a proper look at her.

"You're an awful study partner. Everytime I tried to read you'd pull up my skirt como un pervertido."

"You looked cute. Especially when you wore the one with little lemons on them-oh you made me so hungry. You still do. Only, it's SO much worse now."

She gripped onto his hair, trying to prompt him forward. She hated waiting.

"Is it? You were AWFUL then. Under the desk...touching me. I ruined a perfectly good chair that day."

"It's what the chair would've wanted, I'm sure."

He chuckled. He hooked a thumb over her panties, parting it to the side. It revealed a hairy, sopping wet pussy, with its juices slowly seeping onto the poor sheets below.

"Ay Pepita...you know just seeing this, it makes my heart race. You're so beautiful. All this gorgeous hair, all these wet folds...Pepa, you're a man's dream. You're MY dream."

He covered his head as it started to gently sprinkle. Oh, the poor thing was starting to tear up now.

"Félix...you mean that, don't you?"

"Si. Every word. You sometimes think you're a problem, with your gift and all, but the only woe you’ve ever caused me, is leaving the room without taking me with you. Te amo, Pepa. I can say it till my voice gives out."

"Or you could stop being a tease and TOUCH ME."

Little bit of thunder came with that one. Holy SHIT he loved this woman. Not patient to save her life. He hummed in thought, figuring he had been TOO sweet for his firey wife.

"You're also a lot of talk. Which is cute~"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. You just like yip yip yipping, like a chihuahua. It's cute. You'd think you'd just make me, but-"

"Escucha pequeña mierda- you want me to make you, I'll MAKE YOU."

She grabbed onto his head, keeping it still, and practically suffocated him with her wet pussy. Good lord, his cock was throbbing in his poor pants. He was about to lift himself up for a second, to thank her, but she refused to relent, keeping his face right there.

"Keep talking. You had a whole list, figure it out."

So be it. As his wife rode his face, as he loudly slurped and sucked, as he fucked her tight pussy with his big, thick tongue, he continued. He mumbled over her beauty, over her larger than life personality, over her incredible gifts. It made his words lost amongst her wetness, so only bits and pieces of sentences came out when he was allowed to breathe.

"And...taste...dripping...rough...mas..."

He wasn’t making sense. He didn't have to, not for her. Not when he was painting her walls with his saliva, not when she was barking at him to do more, and certainly not when she came for him, barking out a swear that would normally cost her a pretty penny in the swear jar. He peeled his tongue out of her, and didn’t let her recover as he lifted her lower part of her body towards him. Not one, not two, but three fingers slid inside of her, fucking her pussy the same way she'd expect from his thick cock. It made her angry, being in such a state, but she was simultaneously in love with it, he could tell. Her nails gripped onto the sheets under her, she grit her pretty teeth, as if she was ANGRY that she was feeling so good.

"Maldito bruto-how DARE you touch me like that?!"

"Because you fucking love this. You love it, and I love making you happy. Now cum on my fucking fingers like the pretty little mami you are."

The thunder stopped scaring him pretty soon into their relationship. Now, it aroused him. The thunder illumated her features, the carnal, desperate anger that demanded more and more from him. She was like a roaring, wild fire, and he was hopeless towards taming her. But he didn't want to tame her. He wanted to make her cum, make her bark at him in frustration, because he wanted to be consumed by her. She wanted to be furious and yell at him, but it was difficult over the loud, pathetic cries, and her loud, already overwhelmed pussy.

"I'm g-going to cum, and it's YOUR fault, you stupid fucking- ay FÉLIX!!!~"

She couldn't hold it. Even though she wanted to. She lost their staring contest as her head tossed back, and her pussy seemed to just pour juices all over his palm. She was always a loud, passionate woman, he LOVED it about her. He looked at the clock, then leaned down to kiss her.

"We got two minutes before midnight. I think I can make you cum before your birthday is over."

"Fucking DO IT THEN."

"God you're a loud ass woman~"

He didn't hesitate as he yanked her hair, making her cry out in a way that said it hurt, but not exactly in a bad way. He bent her over his lap, and while still holding onto her hair, started to spank that cute little ass of hers.

"Félix you fucking-"

"I forgot your birthday spankings, Pepi. Come on. One, two, three, four, five..."

Each count was met with a loud, swift, open palm spank that made his poor wife yelp oh so loudly. By the time he hit ten, she was already repeating 'damelo' over and over like a good mami. Her little toes curled, her tongue hung out, and her pussy was ruining his pants leg.

"Forty nine, fifty. Almost there, so fucking close. Just three more."

Her poor ass was ready beaten red and blue, she was going to need an arepa after this one. And she was clearly LOVING it.

"Right, on,"

Smack

"That,"

Smack

"Fucking,"

Smack

"Pussy."

She screamed for him, legs straightening and toes curling as she came, yet again, just in tune with the final stroke of midnight. Félix let go of her pretty hair, and after so tenderly rubbed her back as she trembled, trying to recover from not only the ass-sault, but the rapid fire orgasms he had thrusted upon her. He waited until her heavy panting stopped before speaking. He knew the rainbows meant whe was happy, but you should still ask.

"Pepi? You okay?"

"You're...awful. Terrible. Hijole my head's SPINNING...~"

He chuckled, and after so carefully got her onto her back, taking a look at her sweaty frame, content smile, and half lidded eyes. THAT was a satisfied woman.

"And that's another reason. Even AFTER you've gotten what you wanted, you still give me that 'I want' look. God you're sexy."

She peered down between the big issue between his legs. She un did her bra, and gently played with her tits for him.

"And you're hard, Félix. Come to mami~"

"This is literally the breast day ever."

"...I love you, Félix."

"And that's MY favorite thing to love about you~"

And to think, his list wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #we love Félix praising his wife so hard #we love a demanding Pepa #we love party pepa #and yes they were awful the next day #feeding each other chocolates and telling each other things they like anout each other #all while giving each other kisses and fuck me eyes #you cannot take them anywhere i stg-

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