#Pepa and Félix are so cool i love them

[ducky-died-inside]

Uhh hi I don't know if your requests are still open if not thats ok but I was wondering if you could write about the madrigal family adopting child y/n and how they would react to the reader calling (any of your pick)them mom,dad ect.. you don't have to do this if your uncomfortable with it just want to ask. But anyways hope you are having a great day or night and love your writing btw!(srry for my bad typing!)

Mami: Pepa x Fem Reader (platonic)

Summary: You finally call Pepa, Mami after being her daughter for a few years...

Genre: Fluff!

Notes: I'm sorry this took so long! My motivation to write is still there, it has just died down a bit.

Warnings: happy tears from Pepa, really angsty backstory because I can't write pure sugar like this,

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You sat up straight in your bed, a cool sweat running down your face. It was another nightmare from before. Before the Madrigals, namely Pepa and Félix, had taken you in. Dolores had heard what was happening to you at your house and told her family. They came to your home, and whisked you away and now, you were a Madrigal.

You had a gift and everything. You could teleport, which made your new older brother Camilo very interested in doing stuff with you. Namely, pranks and stealing food and playing jokes on people.

Even though you were young when the Madrigals saved you, you still had scars, mental and physical, from when you lived with your father. He would come home drunk and irritated which did not bode well for you.

Your nightmares brought you back to those years that you tried so desperately to block out. You wiped the sweat from your face and sat on the edge of your bed. You teleported into the bathroom and splashed some water in your face.

"You're alright. You're not there anymore. You have a family that cares about you now."

Your words to yourself helped, but they couldn't drive away the ever-persistent thoughts in your head.

But what if they don't? What if they just barely tolerate me and took out of pity? Do they even do that or are they just waiting for me to move out?

You heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice.

"Y/N? Are you alright in there? I heard the sink going and you're the only other one awake?"

It was Pepa. You could tell from the water seeping under the door and into the bathroom that she was drizzling.

"Yeah, Pepi. I'm alright. I just had a nightmare."

Your voice was shaky and you were honestly on the verge of tears at this point. With the combination of your nightmare and Pepa coming to check on you, it was too much.

"Another one? That's the third one this week. Are you sure you're alright, mija?"

You broke down and opened the door to see Pepa in her nightgown, her braided, red hair wet from the cloud over her head. She took one look at your face and immediately pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back, not caring about the drizzling cloud that hung over your heads. Your head fit into the crook of her neck and you sobbed into her shoulder until you were able to speak coherent sentences.

"I'm sorry, Mami. I didn't mean to wake you up. I got your dress all wet too."

You mumbled quietly, and for a moment of shocked silence, you thought Pepa didn't hear you. She grabbed you by the shoulders and locked eyes with you.

"Did you just call me Mami?"

There were tears in Pepa's eyes and you immediately went to apologize.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

Pepa pulled you into an even tighter hug.

"I've been wanting you to call me that for years. Oh, and don't worry about the dress. It was wet anyway."

You could hear the small, lilting laugh in her voice.

"You're not mad?"

"Why in the world would I be mad, mija?"

"I'm not Dolores, Camilo, or Antonio. I don't belong here."

"Of course you do. You are my mija, even if you are of different blood. I still love you just as much as I love them."

"Really?"

"Really."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu , @hiroyuki27 , @alexaizawa , @roxiekamishxro , @katethecraziest , @merymikey , @kailoveswom3n , @bxbykayla , @strange-person16

#pepa x reader #pepa my beloved #pepa madrigal #pepa #pepa x reader platonic #child reader #adopted reader #encanto #warm color family

[the-sisters-madrigal]

Hi! Love your blog! My sister and I love love love Encanto (me more so) and it's my favourite ever Disney movie ever!

I have the headcanon set in modern times that after seeing the barbie movie, Luisa buys herself an emotional support barbie so she gives herself the childhood she didn't get. Also in relation to this, after the events of the movie, Pepa and Isabela bond over the trauma of having to suppress their gifts and being seen as perfect to keep up appearances. Isabela finds her old dolls from when she was a kid and seeing how she's not that girl anymore, she goes ham in destroying them and essentially pulls a Sid from Toy Story. Pepa helps in this therapy by using her lightning and its beautiful.

Other hcs include...

Mariano still being a himbo! One Christmas, Alma says they had an important visitor and Mariano deadass asks if it's Santa. It's padre fransico from a neighbouring church. This one is based off my sister at work, who, last Christmas, asked if the special visitor they were getting was Santa as 'christmas' and 'special visitor' usually means him. It was safeguarding people.

Behind the donkey shed is a popular place for couples to have alone time together. Both Pepa and Luisa can attest to this.

Dolores was adamant about wanting a baby sibling for Christmas, to the point where she held the baby who was the baby Jesus in the nativity hostage. Pepa and Félix did not think that negotiating with a three year old would be on their parenting duties and yet there they were.

Antonio is an oops baby. Very much welcomed, but an oops baby nonetheless. Pepa and Félix swore that after Camilo, there was to be no more. Cue Dolores' quinciñera where they had too much to drink and figured they were too old to need protection. The morning sickness five weeks later proved otherwise.

Thank you so, so much! I love me some Encanto, too 🥰 I took a little break for a while, but I'm back on it now 😂

And my goodness, these are some awesome headcanons!! I'll address each of these and number them so I can keep track 💗💗💗

I have honestly never much considered an modern AU for this group, but I have to admit, that's a really intriguing idea! And Pepa and Isabela bonding is pretty awesome, too, even if it's something I've never thought a lot about either (a lot of my thoughts belong to the three sisters 😅) However, I have to admit, the thought of Isabela destroying Barbie's in Sid-like fashion is the stuff that horror movies are made of 😂 However, I could very much picture it 🤣

I absolutely love Mariano being a himbo. He is literally the sweetest and he's got the spirit, but idk 😂

Now all I'm picturing is Luisa walking up after a hard day of gathering donkeys that she shouldn't have to gather in the first place and coming upon Pepa and Félix back there behind the donkey shed 🤣 Poor baby Luisa gonna be scarred for life

My goodness, I could definitely see Dolores wanting a baby sibling 🥺 And holding the nativity Jesus baby hostage is hilarious 😂💖 The question is did she want a boy or a girl or was she good with whichever? I kinda picture her being cool with either, but that might be based on my own experiences as a little kid wanting a sibling.

And my gosh, it's crazy you say this because I was literally telling my dad this the other day. I was forcing him to look at some of the Encanto characters (as you do) and I was looking at those kids thinking, "Dang, somebody done had an oopsie." 🤣

Thank you for sharing these delightful headcanons! 🥰💗💗💗

#encanto #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #mariano guzman #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #disney encanto #the madrigals #headcanons #headcanon #encanto headcaons #encanto headcanon

[foreveranevilregal]

Pepa with insomnia? And how it affects Felix?

I'm back! I know I took a bit of a break from writing, but I'm back to doing prompts. This was a really fascinating idea; I loved delving into how her anxiety spills into insomnia. It's more of a character study, but I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

It was happening again. The dreams. One minute she was sound asleep, the next she was bolting upright, chest heaving from her jagged breaths. There would be no getting back to sleep. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, planting her feet on the ground.

He must have sensed the shift in the mattress; the way it dipped lower before rising abruptly. A hand reached out towards her. “Can’t sleep again?” He murmured sleepily.

“No,” she answered quietly. Her hand closed over his, giving it a quick squeeze. “Lo siento, mi amor.”

And sorry she was, she reflected; standing up and turning to face her still sleeping husband, whose body sprawled over half the bed, yet did not encroach on the space meant to be hers. Space that was rapidly cooling, leaving the hand resting there touching cold sheets.

She was familiar with the phenomenon, of course, having experienced it on the other side of sunrise. When her racing mind would finally run out of fuel and allow her to rest, she would collapse into bed. If she was lucky, her sleep would overlap somewhat with Félix’s. Usually, she would fall asleep just as he was rising. And then it was her turn to touch cold sheets.

Of course, they were never quite as cold in the morning as they were in the middle of the night when she would rouse.

Everything was worse at night. The darkness thick, enveloping her like an inky fog. The cacophony of jungle sounds all the more jarring without the noises of people going about their day to camouflage it. The thoughts in her head free to take over, unencumbered by the endless list of errands she would undertake during the day to stave them off.

Thoughts that were currently rendering her unable to sleep next to her husband, the way she should be. That caused her to wake up, trying to smooth out the deep shuddering breaths and calm her pounding heart. That hung the cloud over her head whose smothering presence she could feel more than see.

When her mind raced like this, she felt like a windup toy that someone had wound until the key jammed and then stuck in a box; rattling restlessly, unable to rid itself of the pent-up energy inside. Fortunately, though her mind felt trapped, her body was entirely free to move. So move she would.

Crossing to the other side of the bed, she pressed a gentle kiss to Félix’s cheek, whispering another contrite apology. They both knew that her sleepless nights rolled into miserable mornings, when she would show up for breakfast too late, gulping down scalding hot coffee just to keep herself awake through the meal. The coffee made her heart race, and she didn’t love the bitterness, but she’d learned to accept drinking it black.

She’d learned to accept a lot of darkness in her life.

Like how when she was a young girl, she saw things lurking in the shadows that danced on the walls. Things that her mamá insisted firmly were just a figment of her imagination, sometimes accompanied by a touch of exasperation. At a certain point, the idea that Pepa was too old for such nonsense got peppered in. Pepa had never wanted to make her mamá mad, and she knew how hard she worked all day to keep the encanto running smoothly. After a while, she stopped bothering her mamá with her nighttime torment. But she kept seeing them.

Things that Bruno told her were all manner of scary monsters, waiting to snatch her up. The wider her eyes grew in terror, the more he kept embellishing his stories, lips spreading in an indulgent grin until he would break down in laughter and say he was only kidding.

After Julieta realized this was happening, she scolded him sternly, telling him to knock it off. She tried to reassure Pepa, that the shadows were merely objects around the room leaving their grotesquely stretched imprint on the walls. It wasn’t a bogeyman, just a table and lamp casting an unfortunately distorted shadow.

When they turned 5, their casita had given them magical gifts. Bruno had gotten the gift of prophecy. His stories, though they had gotten rarer, were all the more terrifying now, especially when he made his eyes glow green while he was talking.

Julieta had gotten the gift of healing. Pepa had lost count of how many times she had begged her for an arepa or pandebono or something to heal her from the horrors inside her head. Even though Julieta always obliged her with whatever food she had on hand, it never helped.

Pepa got the gift of affecting the weather with her mood. It was small things at first, like a light drizzle when she was upset, or a few extra rays of sunshine when she was happy. But as she grew, her power did too, and soon, her stormy moods became literal.

Although Casita had provided them with their own magical rooms once they received their gifts, the triplets preferred to keep sharing. They had grown used to having each other around as they slept. Pepa especially craved the closeness, clinging to Julieta fiercely, as if her sister could protect her from the threatening shapes.

Eventually, they got too old to keep sharing and relented to sleep in their own rooms. But Pepa snuck in to see Julieta and Bruno more often than not. Mostly Julieta, but she also liked her brother more at night now that he wasn’t exacerbating her fears. Sometimes she would just curl up into Julieta and cry as sleeplessness took over her young self, relishing the comfort her sister would offer in return. But then the next morning, she would see Julieta with bags under her eyes, and her mother’s words would ring in her ears.

Pepa had to learn how to get through nights by herself.

The way she was doing now, she mused, wandering aimlessly through the hallways. Bright moonlight bathed the floors where it shone in through the windows. She climbed down the stairs gingerly, careful not to wake anyone else. Old wooden floors creaked under her feet, and she did her best to keep her footsteps light. The steps cast a strange shadow on the floor, a violent zigzag stretched so far that if it were a physical object, it would have snapped. But she didn’t fear shadows anymore.

Life had gotten a bit easier once she realized that the shadows weren’t figures lurking there just to scare her. It coincided with the triplets going off to school. Being around other kids, she learned very quickly what was normal and what wasn’t. Shadows, even weird ones, were normal.

Her gift, on the other hand, was not. Most of the time, she could keep it in check. Control it, even. Every time she made it rain on the crops, or sunny to dry clothes, people were always grateful to her and her Madrigal gift. But when her emotions overwhelmed her, when she felt the tears flooding her eyes… well… sometimes she actually flooded. Lord knows the floor of her classroom wasn’t in need of rain. Yet rain she did after failing her first test. And the courtyard didn’t need an ugly gash running through it, but she couldn’t control the bolt of lightning that crashed down next to her. In her defense, those boys shouldn’t have been trying to touch her.

Of course, the piéce de résistance of her long list of weather-related disasters was the hurricane she caused on her wedding day. Okay, it wasn’t exactly her fault. Bruno had provoked her. Again. It was his fault she caused a hurricane.

The shadows that haunted her morphed from literal to figurative. Her dreams were no longer filled with shadowy figures waiting to ambush her. Now they featured her schoolmates, laughing at her for crying so hard she ruined her notebook. Calling her names behind her back, many of which her mamá would have washed her mouth out with soap for repeating. Mocking her mercilessly for anything and everything they could think of, from her hair to, later on, how friendly she was with boys. Mostly from boys she wasn’t so friendly with.

She would always wake suddenly, panting hard, with a shadowy cloud overhead. Her heart would pound like a drum and her hands felt clammy and cold, like they did when she’d get sick all the time before Julieta got her gift. Sleep was impossible, so she’d toss and turn futilely until the sun rose above the horizon, heralded by the rooster.

Until she realized that, if she was already unable to sleep, there was no point staying in bed. After that, she would get up and wander around until she tired herself out enough to sleep again. People would comment on her tiredness, and she’d always make up some lame excuse. They’d also comment on how quietly she walked, and how often she’d startle them. It was an ability born of involuntary practice.

When she got older, she started leaving the house; sneaking out silently to meander around town. Seeing her animal friends always helped her feel a little better, especially the dogs, to whom she’d give an affectionate pat on the head. There were a few spots she liked to visit when the worries got too loud, but her favorite was the river.

Her mother didn’t like her going near the river, always cautioning her against it. Pepa supposed she thought it was too dangerous, that Pepa would fall in and get swept away by the current, never to be seen again, or God forbid, drown. This supposition was never brought up to her mother.

However, Pepa was careful not to fall in (and unbeknownst to her mother, a strong swimmer as well). She’d sit by the bank, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she stared into the gleaming blackness of the river, broken up by starlight skittering across the surface. What she really loved about the river was that it was loud. Loud enough to drown out the roaring thoughts inside her head.

This was where she was headed now. She knew Félix would be worried if he woke up yet again to find her half of the bed still empty, so she hoped the thrum of the current would soothe her sooner.

Meeting him had been a godsend. Maybe she was the one that could produce sunlight at will, but he was the real sunshine. Many couples joked about how their spouses were the sun in their lives. In her case, it was actually true.

He’d moved to the encanto when the triplets had turned thirteen. He was a little older, and made his presence known from the get-go. Félix was outgoing, lively, charming, funny... He was able to calm her down when no one else could. She hadn’t even realized she was falling in love with him until one day she saw him holding hands with another girl and got the urge to knock her lights out.

Granted, the other girl would have been all wrong for him. Her friend deserved someone way better. Someone who he enjoyed spending time with, who made him laugh too, who could keep up with his dancing. Someone like…her.

He’d given her a pair of sun earrings after they started officially courting, claiming that when he looked at her, he saw the sun. But he was the real sun. If anything, she was the moon; absorbing brightness from him and reflecting it out into the world. It was a more apt comparison, in her opinion. He was an insufferable morning person, like Julieta. When his enthusiastic effervescence wasn’t getting on her nerves, it gave her the boost she needed to get through those awful morning hours before she fully woke up, even after the coffee kicked in.

And she was a night owl. She liked to stay up late, reading, until his snoring caused her to be unable to focus on what happened with María anymore. Then she’d set her book down and snuggle up next to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. At first, she slept a lot better just having him there next to her. But after a while, her night terrors returned once more.

It got worse after Dolores was born. The pregnancy had been so exhausting, she slept clear through the night. But once she was born, Pepa was back to being as twitchy as a mouse. Her dreams changed to accommodate her new fears of being a bad mother, of not caring for her child properly, losing her, hurting her, failing her. Félix, fortunately, was a heavy sleeper, and hardly woke when she did. Pepa would always take care of any nighttime baby business. It just made sense, seeing as she was already awake. Besides, Félix worked so hard…he deserved his rest.

In between caring for her babies, her sleep fluctuated; sometimes better, sometimes worse.

(Except after Bruno disappeared. Then, she would sleep all day and toss and turn all night. But she couldn’t bear to remember that.)

Félix had been wonderful to her throughout all of parenthood. He insisted on taking a more active role with Camilo, hoping that her insomnia stemmed from motherly obligation, and would always give her a kiss and whispered “sleep well”. But it was pointless. Worse, it was affecting him. Where before he would be the first one at the fields, ready to work, now he would lumber in last, stifling yawns the entire time he was there.

Pepa couldn’t stand to see him like this, so they went back to their earlier routine after Antonio’s surprise arrival. For some reason, he’d been easier. Sure, he had all the typical baby nighttime needs, but more often than not, it was his cries that awoke her rather than the twisted voices in her head chanting their litany of all her shortcomings. She guessed that she’d worked through those particular worries by then.

Eventually, her nocturnal turmoil resumed. It had become a sick sort of routine for them: Pepa waking in the middle of the night, Félix sleeping alone, Pepa stumbling into bed exhausted in the early morning just as Félix was getting ready to start his day. They slept alone more often than either of them would have liked, and she knew he missed her as much as she missed him.

Thankfully, it wasn’t happening nearly as often now. Losing her gift was ironically the best gift she could have asked for. Without a physical and destructive manifestation of her emotions, she’d been able to work through things that had been bothering her since she was a child. Even after it returned, she slept a lot better, and as a result, Félix did too.

She passed the church, its steeple distinctive even in the darkness. When she was younger, she used to pray to God to take the fears away. It didn’t seem to help much. Now she prayed for more important things, like the health of her husband and children. They were all doing fine. Perhaps God liked those prayers better.

A cobblestone jutting up made her lose her footing. She rubbed at her bleary eyes, looking up towards the horizon. The sky was still dark, lacking even the faintest tinge of gray, so she guessed not that long had passed. It wasn’t like she could look at the clock to check. Her feet had become uncertain in her weariness. Time for her to return home.

She slipped into the house unnoticed, climbing back into bed as quietly as she could, taking care not to lie on top of Félix’s hand still stretched over the empty expanse of mattress.

As soon as she was under the covers, his arm swung over her hip, pulling her closer to himself subconsciously. He mumbled something unintelligible and smiled in his sleep.

Pepa pressed herself closer into his body. He felt so warm after the chill of the nighttime air. Soon, he would warm her up too, and then they would be sharing each other’s warmth together, asleep in bed at the same time.

The way things were always supposed to be, and the way she hoped they’d stay.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #feliepa #writing feliepa #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #writing answered prompts #asks #anonymous #foreveranevilregal writes #this ended up being mostly about pepa's experience #but she reflects on how it affects him too #always open to new prompts #hoping the writing momentum continues #pregnancy mention #forgot to tag this earlier sorry

[waitingonavision]

Lego Casita Mini-Review

Done in the style of my Bruno Figure Mini-Review, but slightly(?) less inane. Image-heavy post!

Anyway, I built my first house. It's magic and came with an old lady.

Alright, so this is the first Lego set I've ever owned myself. When I was a kid, I played with my older brothers' Legos, which was fun and everything but mostly boring. And already built. I liked the horses though. And there was probably a cool plane or two?

Anyway, this was an exciting thing for me!!! Apparently I hadn't even looked closely at the box when I bought it because a lot of the details and accessories were a total surprise to me 😅

Oh—and the tiled roof parts are hinged so that you can have them "flap" up and down. And the weathervane can be rotated too!

The back view! ⬆️ The rooms!

Mirabel and Antonio are recreating scene where she gives him a present.

Here's the nursery/Mirabel's room.

There's a cute sewing machine! And a little lever on the outside of the house that tips the bed from side to side, so it's like Casita is waking Mirabel up!

Very cute.

The little blue picture says, "Hola."

Isabela's room is right next to Mirabel's. (The capybara with wings, on the door, is very cute.)

It even has a cactus! And a watering can.

Here's the dining room! Things I wasn't expecting: stickers with the family tree and that photograph of Pepa and Félix! You can also remove the table and chairs...

For a better view of the family tree!

The kitchen...

Again, love the details: the photographs of Julieta and Agustín, and Mirabel. The pink umbrella and stand! The forks in the drawer!

Alma's room! You can just make out the candle behind her bed (the candle is visible from the front of the house).

And finally, Bruno's tower! I wasn't expecting this either 😅 The emerald crystals!

Also, I think it looks like he's wearing sunglasses 😎

Moving the table "outside" creates a comida al aire libre (al fresco dining) situation.

Are those supposed to be grapes...?

I was going to joke about how this is *Camilo voice* not a capybara. But in a close-up photo, it actually does kinda look like one...

Nope. Scratch that. I just looked at it again. It's sitting back on its hind feet with its front paws raised. Like a squirrel.

It's like a jaguar and a squirrel had a baby.

Anyway, more accessories! Mirabel's present, which is... a paw print? Cookie? Thing? Also, Mirabel's accordion, Alma's pocket watch (part of her chatelaine probably), and the barely-a-capybara.

Grade: 🐿️ 🐿️ 🐿️ 🐿️ 🐿️ (5/5 squirrels)

In all honesty, I really do love this set! It's cute and colorful. Recommended 😌

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #lego sets #casita #official encanto #my writing #stuff i've posted

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

can i send in something?

how about younger Bruno meeting Agustin?

Like you said Gus would try to be a cool big brother, and fails, yet Bruno still thinks he is awesome?

This AU has me by the throat

Agustín loved Fèlix dearly but he wouldn’t stop bragging about how he’d won over Bruno! This was ridiculous, Agustín had known the kid longer than Félix had!

Okay, he’d admit he hadn’t hung out with Bruno much. He hadn’t even spent much time with Pepa yet. But still! Félix was utterly gleeful to have Alma’s approval and Bruno’s.

Pepa and Julieta’s little brother, younger than them by five years. A seer, very quiet and shy, usually seen drawing or reading. He didn’t speak much at all, especially in public. He normally just nodded or waved when Agustín said hello.

And somehow Félix had actually befriended the kid.

“I’m the cool older brother,” Félix bragged with a frankly obnoxious grin. “You can be the dorky one.”

“I can be cool!”

Félix’s raised eyebrows were enough of an answer. Rude.

“I’ll prove it!” Agustín insisted. “Where’s Bruno now?”

“What kind of cool older brother would need to ask that question, Gus?”

“I hate you.” Agustín went in search of Julieta. Surely she’d know her brother’s whereabouts. Félix followed, snickering all the while. Again: rude.

According to Julieta, Bruno should be around Casita. He had a favourite spot to sit and read, close to the river.

Well, they found the kid alright. He was in the trees, jumping from branch to branch as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

Even Félix choked. Bruno was only twelve! He was tiny! If he fell and broke his neck, Alma would rip them to shreds for seeing it and not stopping him!

“Uh, Bruno?” Agustín’s voice broke. He cleared his throat and tried again. “C-could you get down from there?”

“Why?” Bruno hung upside down from a lower branch, eyes wide and innocent but his smirk was full of mischief.

“It’s dangerous,” Agustín said.

Bruno’s eyes drifted over him, bored. When he saw Félix however, he smiled. “Hi Félix!”

“Hey hombrecito,” Félix said cheerfully, as if he wasn’t also seconds away from a heart attack. “Mind getting down?”

“Sure.” Bruno let go of the branch, dropping to the ground.

Visions of the kid cracking his head open flew threw Agustín’s mind. With an almighty shriek, he threw himself forward, determined to catch his girlfriend’s little brother.

Only, he was Agustín. Of course he tripped, went headlong, rolled down the hill and ended up in the river.

At least it was shallow.

Sputtering, he resurfaced. Bruno was doubled over laughing; Félix ran forward to help him out, gleefully laughing all the while.

“You’re such a dork!” Bruno cried, but he was grinning and looked delighted. “How do you always do that?”

Shyly, Agustín smiled. “It’s a talent,” he said.

Bruno was still grinning at him, no shyness or wariness to be seen. Félix clapped him on the back, beaming.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most cool way to win approval. But it worked!

Maybe being “the dorky one” was okay.

#answers #asks #prompts #younger bruno au #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #the fab trio #they’re idiots your honour #i love them #we need more felix agustin and bruno friendship #and i intend to deliver #encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #snippets #the madrigal triplets #madrigal triplets #or siblings in this case #julieta x agustin #pepa x felix

[wikluk]

It's would be cool to have "Right as Rain" for Mirabel with the sick prompts. I think her family would loose their minds about it but I'd love to see her sisters reaction to it - mainly Isa, I love their relationship ❤️

right as rain: [character] says they’re fine right before collapsing – Mirabel (+family/Isabela)

some things stay the same

Isabela was sure something was wrong the moment she saw Mirabel walking up the small hill their Casita stood at, and she nudged Luisa to get her attention.

"What?" her younger bigger sister looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Isabela pointed at the youngest of the three. "Don't you think she looks weird?"

Luisa looked up and her frown deepened. "Well. Yeah, maybe. She looks kinda tired."

"Kinda?" Isabela scoffed, her mind already set up. "As the responsible oldest sister that I am, I'm going to... Interrogate her."

"Dinner's ready!" they heard from the dining room.

Mirabel perked up at this and walked off the cobblestone path to enter their house from the side entrance of the kitchen.

Isabela groaned. "Amazing. Come on Lu, we're gotta get her."

Not waiting for her sister's response, Isabela hurried to the kitchen, almost bumping into Dolores who, quietly as a ghost, emerged from the shadows on her left.

"Sorry," she murmured, then walked into the room, eyes focused on the door. In a few seconds, her youngest sister walked into the kitchen and stopped immediately, swaying on her feet.

Isabela raised both eyebrows, her concern growing.

"Mi vida, are you okay?" their mamá asked, approaching Mirabel and grabbing her cheeks between her hands. "You don't look well."

"'m just tired, ma," Mirabel mumbled, blinking slowly.

Mamá looked unconvinced. "Just tired? Are you sure? You're barely standing on your own."

"Yes, mamá. I'll eat dinner and go to my room– to sleep."

Isabela knew she was lying.

She looked at Luisa who looked at Mirabel in deep contemplation. "Maybe I'll carry you to your room instead?" the middle sister suggested.

Mirabel barely shook her head. "No, no, I'm starving," she tried a smile. "I'll eat first."

Mamá let go of her face, looking her over once again, a displeased frown gracing her features. "Then go, sit, dinner's ready."

Mirabel nodded and took three steps before stopping again.

"Mira, are you sure–"

"'m fine," she insisted, taking another step and then–

–she started falling.

"Mirabel!" Isabela shrieked, sending her vines to catch the girl before she hit the floor.

Luisa was immediately on their younger sister's side, as was their mamá, and Isabela hurried there as well, lowering her on the ground while sprouting a carpet of soft flowers to lay Mirabel on it.

"Mira?" their mamá shook her shoulder. "Mi amor, can you hear me?"

"I knew she wasn't fine," Isabela murmured to Luisa, who just looked at her, eyes wide from worry.

"What happened to Mira?" they heard Antonio's quiet voice as he walked to them on his jaguar. "Is she asleep?"

A thunder made Dolores cover her ears. "She'll be okay, Toñito," the anxiety coloured tía Pepa's tone. "Come here."

"But Mami," Antonio said as the jaguar growled. "Parce says he smells blood."

Mamá looked sharply at him and even though she tried to keep her calm, the worry was evident in her wide-open eyes. "Where?"

Tío Félix grabbed Antonio and took him away as Parce lowered his head and started sniffling Mirabel's left leg, growling in a low voice.

Isabela didn't wait, lifting Mirabel's skirt, wincing at the sight.

"Dios mío, Mirabel," mamá muttered, running her hand over a primitive bandage made out of some torn fabric that was wrapped around Mirabel's thigh, completely soaked with blood. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Isabela nudged Luisa's shoulder. "Go get warm water and a clean towel, I'll get some mamá's food."

And so they did, while their family gathered in the kitchen and their papá crouched down next to their mamá, his face just as concerned as their mamá told him what happened.

"Ay Mira," was his only reaction.

Just as both sisters returned to the girl's side, Mirabel groaned, shifting a little on the ground.

"Here, mija," mamá said in a low voice. "I'll give you something to eat. Open wide."

Mirabel opened her eyes instead.

"Your mouth, idiota," Isabela growled, patting her cheek.

"Isa..." mamá's voice has a ting of warning in it.

"What? ¡Es una idiota! Why would she hide she was injured if she was smart?"

Mamá shook her head, shoving a piece of cocada into Mirabel's mouth and closing them to make her chew.

Mirabel obliged and immediately mamá started unwrapping her leg, and put a blood-soaked fabric into an empty bowl Dolores handed her.

Luisa had to look away at that. She had always been a little squirmy about blood, as strong as she was, she was sensitive as well and seeing such things... Well, it wasn't easy for her.

When mamá started washing off the blood from Mirabel's leg, Isabela took her younger sister's face between her hands and leaned over her. "Idiota, estúpida, self-sacrificing and stubborn as hell, what were you thinking, you stupid donkey?!"

"Isabela, stop offending your sister."

Mirabel merely smiled. "I love you too, Isa."

"The audacity!" she exclaimed, squishing her cheeks harder. "I knew something was wrong with you the moment I saw you but of course, you had to know better and pretend nothing was wrong! How dare you!"

"I learned from the best," she replied cheekily.

Isabela let go of her face, gaping like a fish out of the water, eyes going wide. Her own sister! Calling her out like that!

"You did not!"

"She just did," Camilo laughed somewhere behind them.

"Did you hear that mamá? Papá?" she asked, looking at her both parents. "At least I didn't give any of you heart attack! But Mirabel and her reckless, stupid ass–"

"Language," Abuela called from the crowd gathered around them.

Isabela huffed, shaking her head, throwing her arms up.

Papá helped Mirabel sit up. "You're not quite right, Isa."

Mamá hummed. "I'm certain my heart stopped for a while when you told us you didn't want to marry Mariano."

Isabela groaned. "Not this again."

"The truth is, you're both just as self-sacrificing and reckless," Luisa joked, nudging her.

Both sisters glared at her. "Now, who are you to say that?"

A smile dropped from Luisa's face. "Uh, umm–"

Papá chuckled at that. "You're all just like your mamá."

"Hey!" four offended voices chorused as all women turned their heads to look at him.

"What? I'm not wrong!"

He wasn't. But it was not an excuse to call them out like that.

Abuela stopped behind Luisa. "Would you tell us what happened to your leg, mi vida?"

Mirabel chuckled nervously. "I, uh... Tripped?"

"You tripped?" Isabela scoffed. "On what? Mamá's knives?"

Mirabel flushed red which coloured her cheeks in a more healthy way. "That's not important. It's stupid. But I just tripped and uh... I didn't want to worry you... I just wanted to eat something but..."

"Your stupid ass didn't make it to the table," Isabela concluded.

"Isa," mamá sighed, shooting her a pointed look.

"I know I'm voicing your thoughts as well, mamá," Isabela said seriously. "You're just too nice to say them out loud."

Mamá merely shook her head. "Ay niñas."

Isabela smiled in triumph, pulling Mirabel to her feet. "Come on, hermanita. Dinner's waiting and then I, as the responsible older sister that I am–" there were groans in the room. "–will give you a serious talk."

"I liked it better when we didn't talk at all," Mirabel muttered in defeat.

Isabela smiled brighter. She was going to give her a serious talk, just like the good older sister that she was.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto fanfic #my writing #my sickfics #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #antonio madrigal #hurt/comfort #mild blood #hurt mirabel #and stubborn as well #it's just the madrigal charm #post canon

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

So....can I ask for Felix getting really mad one day and everyone is surprised and terrified of him being mad but Pepa is there with heart eyes like rail me hard daddy please because she thinks he's absolutely sexy when mad?

You guys want an angry Papi? You'll GET an angry Papi.

Félix was a good man. He swore he was. But sometimes he doubted himself. Would a good man be such a liar? That was what he was thinking as he made his way into the Casita. He kept his smile on his face as he gave Antonio a thumbs up on his homework. He kept a smile as Camilo snacked on the sofa. He kept a smile as Dolores made flower crowns with Isabela. And he kept his smile as he greeted his wife with a kiss on the cheek.

"How is your mami? Papi?"

"They're fine, thank you for asking. I told them you're still looking beautiful as ever."

The way she smiled at him. It somehow made him feel worse. She really was such a radiant, such an expressive woman. She held onto his hand in adoration, giving it a bit of a smooch.

"Idiota. You too tired to do a bit of a chore for me?"

"Never. What is it?"

"It's going to be cold tonight. Could you get some firewood from outside? You know Dolores hates the cold."

"Sucks for Camilo then. Don't worry, your esposo has this."

He gave her one more kiss before heading outside. Wood was already cut and in piles, just needed to be stripped down. He set a log of wood down, and grabbed the axe. He took a deep breath. This was the only place in the world where he could honestly and truly be angry. He brought the axe down onto the wood, cutting it in two. Another one.

Chop.

Pepa would hate him if she knew the real him.

Chop.

Alma would be disgusted by his aggression. If she could read his mind, count the number of times he pictured smacking her in her fucking face.

Chop.

It wasn't his fault. She put so much trauma on the family. She wore them down, strip down like this wood.

"And yet, I'm supposed to be fucking quiet about it."

Chop.

This was it. He was getting a flow going. Axe going through wood. Violence being rewarded, encouraged even.

Chop.

If it wasn't Alma, it was his family. His little brother was violent, impulsive, unreasonably bitter. And he was rewarded for it by their mamá. Félix never got to say it, but he was absolutely jealous.

"HE gets to be fucking angry. HE starts a bar fight, mamá says he's innocent. I bark at him ONCE and it's 'be nice to your little brother, he's just a BABY!' maldita sea, estúpido culo..."

He was so automatic now.

Chop.

Replace. Anger.

Chop. Replace. Anger.

It was running through his blood like a river. He was panting now. Not from exhaustion, but from fury. He took a moment to take off his shirt, throwing it who knows where. It didn't matter. What mattered was the wood suffering his fucking wrath.

"Some of the fucking townspeople. Always fucking asking for shit. 'Can Pepa make rainbows for my birthday', 'Can Dolores tell me his secrets', 'Can you do this, can you do that', like they've never FUCKING do anything for themselves. They cry like Malditas bebés. Greedy fucking bastards, all of 'em."

He loved many people but sometimes it was just. Too fucking much. All of it was. He felt sweat drip down his frame, rage purging from his body alongside all his vice and sin.

"And I don't GET to be angry. I don't GET to feel shit. Just happy Félix all day. The second I try to feel something, suddenly it's all going to SHIT. I WANT to be angry!"

Chop.

"I WANT to yell!"

Chop.

"I WANT to punch and scream!"

He was barely paying attention. He just wanted it out, all of it. Little splinters dlew this way and that, and it was more refreshing than cooling rain.

"Pepa would leave you in a second. If she knew you were ANGRY all the time, if she knew you were a bitter fucking bastard."

Chop. Chop. Chop.

His body was soaked in sweat. It was fucking hot out. It made him angrier. He liked it. It was like being fucking edged, and a fucking meltdown was his orgasm. He was so close. He was insatiable now, snarling as he chopped, as if the wood itself wronged him.

"That's why you fucking love her. She's angry like you. She's emotional like you. But she's not a FUCKING coward who hides it."

The axe in his hands felt so fucking good. He gripped on it till his knuckles discolored. More.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

His teeth hurt from how badly he was clenching them. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"She's fucking beautiful. She's everything. She doesn't deserve your lies. You fucking hate YOURSELF for roping her to your life."

That was the real source of anger. He hated himself. He kept everything inside, enough for him to need THIS shit. He was about to fucking explode, to fucking scream at himself and-

"Papi?"

He stopped just before his axe hit the wood. His family was staring at him, gawking at him. It was more than shock. Given that the voice belonged to Camilo, and he hadn't called him papi since he was five, they were scared. Worried even. God fucking dammit, he couldn't even be angry for five fucking minutes in this house. He huffed, turning back to the wood and pulling back, just a bit.

"Get inside."

They didn't move. They muttered amongst themselves and Camilo took a step towards him, carefully.

"Papi, what's got you so ma-"

"House. Now."

Félix stopped for a moment to look at Camilo, who looked taken aback. Félix never acted angry towards them, not like this. Camilo shrunk a bit, and took a few steps back to his siblings. He reached for Antonio's hand, and with the help of Dolores, guided him back inside. Félix got back to it, despite the fact that his wife was still standing there. He was giving her a chance to go back inside on her own. She didn't deserve this. He felt her walk towards him, stopping right next to him.

"Félix, please, talk to your wife please, I-"

How dare she. How dare she act like he could be honest with his feelings, how dare she remind him that she was promised to him forever? He growled in frustration, before slamming the axe back into the wood, and turned to her. He pointed at the house, glaring at her.

"When your husband tells you to do something, you FUCKING do it. I don't want to argue with you, I DON'T want to bicker or bargain with your selective fucking hearing, I want you to do what I FUCKING tell you to do. Do you WANT me to MAKE you get your ass inside?"

She was staring at him with a look he couldn't quite place. He wiped his face, finding it dripping heavy with angry sweat. He was flushed with emotions, he couldn't fucking believe he just let it show to Pepa. If she wasn't angry, she had to be scared, and he'd hate to be the cause of either. He groaned in frustration, before sighing. He was still angry, but less so. Enough to survive.

"Pepa, please, forgiv-"

He didn't get to finish as she grabbed his face, and practically yanked him towards her into a kiss. A kiss that was hungry, with a tongue that was greedy, with a whine that was desperate. She pulled away after a second, as if the action wasn't hers. She looked just as surprised as he was, and that was when he finally recognized that look. Lust.

"You...y-you should make me go inside."

Maybe he could afford to ne angry. Just a bit longer.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #suggestive #listen #big shirtless sweaty and angry Félix #barking at you to do what he says #mixed with slight angst? #this was a delight

[gamerbearmira]

I had more Catrigal things to share :3

Normal!Mirabel drags cat!Bruno out of his hiding spot so she can get him to try on the sweater she made for him. He protests at first, but oh wait this sweater is actually pretty comfy and has a hood...

Cat!Isabela still has her powers and grows catnip. This leads to a very interesting afternoon.

Cat!Camilo also still has his powers, but he can only turn into other animals. Now he's a jaguar.

Cat!Luisa being the buffest cat you've ever seen. She also has the cutest "mew".

Pepa and Julieta cuddling their cat!husbands. Or flip it around and have Félix and Agustín cuddling their cat!wives.

Normal!Antonio carrying cat!Mirabel around because he loves her.

Cat!triplets falling asleep together in a heap.

Casita helpfully arranging tiles and shelves to make climbable walls.

Normal!Abuela keeping her cat family from eating non-food items like "What are you chewing on? What is that?? No, spit it out!"

Cat!Abuela waking up as a cat like "*Fine,* I'll take today off" and grumbles about it.

Shiiiiiiiii and do⁉️⁉️ They’re so sillay <333

I love these so much. like Fr. Big cat Luisa for the win. Along with the cool and warm couples. AND GIVE ALMA A BREAK‼️‼️

I’ll be taking them. NEOW.

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #cat au

[enchanted-encanto]

La Canción de Mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 53: The Sky's the Limit

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Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Overall Fic Rating: Explicit (for smut)

Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Natalia Moreno (Original Female Character)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal Natalia Moreno, Original Characters, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal

Chapter Summary: Emilia’s fifth birthday (and gift ceremony day) has arrived!

Chapter Notes: This chapter jumps ahead in time, taking place a little under four years after the events of the previous chapter.

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Just under four years had gone by in the Encanto, and much had happened in the Madrigal family during that time.

Isabela’s floral design and clothing company grew so much that she ended up opening up her own shop in town. Business was booming, and Isabela had never been happier. Dolores became a part of Isabela’s company as the manager, with her cool calm and collected demeanor lending well to the business side of things while Isabela focused on the creative aspects.

Luisa had continued to spend a majority of her time helping out the citizens of the Encanto in any way she could. She maintained a healthy balance between helping others and taking care of herself, but truly enjoyed using her gift as a way to give back to the community and town she loved so much.  

Mirabel had turned her photography hobby into a ever growing career, quickly becoming well known throughout the Encanto for her artistic and beautiful photographs.

Camilo was still figuring out exactly what he wanted to do with himself for the future, but he knew whatever it was he wanted it to be centered around music. He had become a regular member of Natalia’s band when she performed at gigs in the Encanto, playing guitar and often singing alongside her.

Antonio had grown into a bright and caring pre-teen, still spending most of his time with the animals he so adored.

But the biggest change of all was the addition of Bruno and Natalia’s third and last child, a little girl! A little over two years after Leo’s birth, Natalia gave birth to their second daughter. She was the only one of their children born at night, and Natalia and Bruno were so moved by the sight of the moon shining brightly outside her window at the hospital that they decided to name their baby girl Luna. All three of Bruno and Natalia’s children shared jet black hair and green eyes like their parents.

Emilia had grown into a spunky, happy, and adventurous little girl. She was extroverted, affectionate, and caring, and she loved all of her family immensely. She loved all of her cousins greatly, but her and Camilo remained the best of friends and kept their special bond as she grew up, and she shared his love for making people smile. She was tall already for her age, and Bruno and Natalia could tell she’d surpass them both in height before they knew it.

Leo was different than his older sister; a bit calmer, but equally loving and affectionate. He was patient, friendly, and never got overly upset or frustrated about anything.

Luna, affectionately nicknamed Lulu by her family, was still developing into her personality more every day. She was an extremely smart, sweet, observant, and curious child, fascinated by everything around her.

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Emilia was now only a few days away from her fifth birthday, meaning her gift ceremony was soon to come as well.

“Honey, have you seen Emi?” Natalia asked Bruno, seeing as she walked around the couch that he was sitting beside Leo reading a storybook to him. “Oops–sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your story!”

“That’s okay Mommy.” Leo said in a sweet, small voice.

Natalia smiled. “Emi’s been awfully quiet today, I want to check on her.”

“I haven’t seen her for a little while, amor.” Bruno replied.

“She’s in the treehouse, Nat.” Dolores said, passing by her in the hallway.   “Gracias Dolores!” Natalia replied. She kissed Leo on the top of his head, gave Bruno a quick kiss, and then headed to the backyard. “Enjoy your story!”

The year prior the Madrigals built a treehouse in one of the large trees in the casita’s backyard. Bruno and Natalia’s kids fell in love with the treehouse and spent a large amount of time in it regularly.

Natalia approached the treehouse’s ladder.

“Emi?” She called out.

Emilia poked her head out from the treehouse’s door, making Natalia smile.

“Hi Mamá!” Emilia exclaimed.

“Hi sweetie! Can I join you for a minute?”

“Sure!“

Natalia climbed up the ladder and carefully ducked her head down to enter into the small wooden structure.

Emilia had pieces of paper and crayons scattered all around her, each with different drawings on them. She sat down and made some space for her mother to sit.

“How are you mi amor?” Natalia said, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“I’m…okay.” Emilia said, suddenly looking down at her lap. Emilia very rarely expressed any sort of reserved or nervous behavior, so Natalia knew immediately that something was wrong. 

“What’s going on baby?” Natalia said, putting her hand under Emilia’s chin. “Feeling nervous about your gift ceremony?”

Emilia nodded. “Yeah.”

“Talk to me, what are you nervous about?”

“Everything.” Emilia replied. “What if I don’t like my gift? Mirabel doesn’t have one, maybe I won’t get one too and things won’t have to change.”

“Hey, listen to me.” Natalia said with a soft smile. Emilia looked up at her.

“No matter what happens, gift or no gift, you are still my amazing, wonderful, incredible daughter. Who you are inside won’t change. You are amazing for who you are, not whatever your gift will or won’t be. Understand?”

Emilia brightened a bit, smiling up at Natalia.

“You promise?” She asked, her voice still hesitant.

“I promise. Your Daddy and I love you so much and we are so, so proud of you.”

Natalia opened her arms and Emilia climbed into them. Natalia squeezed her tightly and then kissed her cheek as they pulled apart.

“I love you too Mommy.” Natalia heard Emilia say as they embraced, making her heart swell in her chest.

“Plus–“ Natalia added with a lighter tone, “–you’ve got to be excited about finally getting your own room, right?”

“Yes!!” Emilia exclaimed. She looked down excitedly at her drawings. “I’ve been drawing pictures of what my gift might be, want to see?”

“Of course!” Natalia exclaimed.

“This one is me running super fast, and this one is me with laser vision, and this one–“

“Hey up there!” A voice called out to them.

Natalia peeked her head out of treehouse the door and saw Bruno on the ground below, smiling up at her.

“Hello down there!” Natalia exclaimed.

“I’m assuming you found our daughter?” Bruno joked.

“Daughter has been found.” Natalia replied, laughter in her voice.

“Dinner’s ready!”

Emilia excitedly climbed down the ladder and crashed into her father’s legs, hugging them tightly.

“There’s my big almost-five-year-old girl!” Bruno said lovingly, hugging her back where he could reach. “Go find your brother and sister and get cleaned up for dinner, okay?”

“Kay!” Emilia said, running off into the house.

“Psst, come here for a sec!” Natalia said to Bruno in a loud whisper once Emilia was inside.

Bruno looked around and smiled, quickly climbing up the ladder to join her.

“This space is way too small for the two of us.” Natalia said as he sat down, her eyes flirtatious.

“How on Earth will we remedy that?” Bruno flirted back, inching a bit closer to her.

Natalia giggled as she leaned over to him, climbing in his lap and kissing him deeply.

Bruno exhaled contentedly at her touch, wrapping his arms around her back. They kissed for a few moments, and Bruno’s heart was doing flips when he saw her smiling brightly at him as they pulled apart.

“Over five years of marriage and three kids later and you still make a complete mess out of me every single day.” Bruno said softly.

“You’re just getting more perfect by the year, baby.” Natalia said, her tone of voice making him feel weak. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” Bruno said before kissing her again. After they pulled apart, he looked down at his daughter’s scattered drawings.

“What’s all this?” He asked.

“Em’s feeling a little nervous about her gift ceremony.” Natalia replied, putting her arms around his neck. “Understandably. I’m nervous too. These are all drawings of what she thinks her gift might be.”

Bruno picked up one of the drawings and smiled sympathetically. “It’s a big day, I completely understand. I’d be surprised if she wasn’t nervous, even Emi being Emi.”

“I told her how much we love her and she’s still our amazing little girl no matter what.”

“That she is.” Bruno said sweetly. “Almost five years old already, I can’t believe it. Wasn’t I just working up the courage to kiss you for the first time in the bakery like, ten minutes ago?”

Natalia beamed at him. “It sure feels like it sometimes! I knew I was in love with you that day, and I love you even more now. What a beautiful life we have.”

“That we do, sweetheart.”

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The day of Emilia’s fifth birthday had arrived, and unlike the previous gift ceremonies kept this one entirely family only. The family had all wished Emilia happy birthday throughout the morning, and now the time for her ceremony was upon them.

Natalia was in the nursery with Emilia, just the two of them. She knelt down to Emilia’s level and took both of her hands.

“Do you want someone to walk up the stairs with you, mijita?” She asked.

Emilia shook her head with a confident smile.

“No, I can do it by myself Mommy.”

Natalia smiled. “I know you can. Remember, we love you and are so proud of you no matter what happens. Aaaaand, your favorite cake is waiting for you when the ceremony’s over.”

“Yay!!! Coconut cake!!” Emilia exclaimed.

Natalia giggled, then kissed Emilia on the forehead before standing up.

“Estás lista?”

Emilia took a deep breath, and nodded.

Natalia reached out her hand and Emilia took it as they exited the room.

Bruno and Camilo were outside the door waiting for them.

“There’s the lady of the hour!” Camilo said enthusiastically.

“Isa made my dress for me!!” Emilia exclaimed, twirling back and forth. Her dress was sky blue, had short sleeves, and was floor length. It had Isabela’s magical daisies sewn into the dress’ ruffles, cascading down one side.

“And you look absolutely beautiful, mija!” Bruno replied, leaning down to her eye level. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, Daddy.” Emilia replied sincerely.

“She’s ready!” Natalia said.

“I’m ready!“ Emilia confirmed.

“Perfect!” Bruno responded.

“And she doesn’t want anyone to walk up with her.” Natalia added. “She’s got this.” 

“Of course she does.” Camilo said, his voice calm and collected. “For our Em? Our bold and brave adventure seeker? Psh. A gift ceremony is nothin’.”

Emilia laughed, encouraged by her family’s support.

Bruno took Natalia’s hand and walked alongside their daughter as she approached the staircase. She looked up at them, smiled, and headed up the staircase to meet her grandmother. She glanced back down the stairs, and was comforted by the sight of her entire family smiling up at her.

The ceremony was a bit different now that the candle was gone, but the new door in front of Emilia still sparkled with anticipatory magic. Alma looked down at Emilia and smiled.

“This is our first gift ceremony since the magic was lost and then returned to our family.” Alma began. “We are blessed beyond measure to have all of our family here today and to be celebrating the fifth birthday of our sweet Emilia.”

Alma took Emilia’s hand and squeezed it gently. 

“Whatever the next few moments bring, you are loved beyond measure by all of your family. Are you ready?”

Emilia nodded with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes, abuela!”

Natalia watched from below. Luna was beside her, holding her hand. Next to Luna was Leo, standing next to Bruno who had his hand on his son’s shoulder. Natalia’s eyes grew teary as she watched her oldest daughter, happy and confident.

She looked over at Bruno and the two smiled warmly at each other, their hearts overflowing with love and pride.

Emilia approached the new door and, after a brief moment of hesitation, placed her hand on the doorknob.

The door instantly sprang to life, sparkling and shining with magic.

Before anyone else had time to process what they were seeing, Emilia began to giggle and look down at her feet in awed surprise. She was hovering a few inches above the ground, an unseen magical force keeping her afloat. 

“Emi’s flying!!” Leo cried out, his eyes wide.

“Ay Dios mío, she is flying!” Natalia exclaimed, an expression on her face of amazement and nerves.

“Mommy, Daddy, look at me!!!” Emilia squealed. She motioned her body slightly in one direction and moved gently through the air. 

“You’re amazing! But oh, please be careful Emi!!” Natalia called out, attempting to reign in her nerves.

“This makes perfect sense.” Bruno said to Natalia after a moment, watching their daughter lovingly. “Our adventurous, brave, heights loving little girl can fly. I can’t imagine anything more perfect for her.”

Emilia attempted to stabilize herself and, after a few moments, set her feet back down on the ground.

The family looked up at Emilia’s door, which now had a magically carved in image of her smiling with clouds and swirls of air behind her, representing her new gift. The casita itself shimmied and danced with excitement, making Emilia giggle as the floorboards celebrated beneath her feet. 

“Oh, we’re in trouble now. We could barely keep her out of high places as it is.” Bruno said with a laugh, looking over at Natalia. 

“She’s actually safer now, I think. She can catch herself with her magic if she falls. I’m just worried about her bonking her head or crashing into something.” 

“Parents of magical kids have unique challenges, no question.” Bruno smiled. 

They walked over to Emilia and both leaned down to hug her at the same time. Emilia beamed in between her parents.

“Mommy, Daddy, I can fly!!” Emilia cried out, nearly bursting with excitement.

“You sure can princess!” Bruno replied.

“We love you so much mijita, you did so amazing!” Natalia exclaimed. “But we’re going to need to make sure you learn how to use your gift safely okay? Promise?”

Emilia nodded excitedly. “Promise.”

“Emi!” Luna cried out, excited by all the commotion around her but too young to understand it.

“Hi Lulu!” Emilia replied with a big smile, leaning down to hug her baby sister.

“You were flying, Emi!” Leo exclaimed as he took his turn to hug his sister.

The rest of the Madrigals crowded around Emilia, each giving her celebratory praise and hugs.

When it came to be Camilo’s time to speak to Emilia, Emilia used her newfound power to fly up a short distance and crash into his chest for a hug. Camilo laughed and caught her, hugging her tightly. Camilo had grown several inches taller over the years but stayed as lanky and slim as he’d always been.

“Milo!!” Emilia said. She had given that nickname to him, pronounced me-low, as soon as she started speaking. “I can fly!!!” 

“You did awesome up there pequeñita!” Camilo exclaimed as he set her down. He glanced over at Natalia, and then put his arm around her shoulder. “Try not to freak out your mom by crash landing into anything though, okay?”

Natalia laughed. “Thank you pequeñito.”

“Can we go in my new room??” Emilia asked, jumping up and down in place.

“Of course! Vamos!” Bruno said, smiling as Emilia took his hand.

She opened the door to the room and, to her immense joy, it was filled with a magically induced landscape of grass, tall trees, and blue skies filled with puffy clouds. Prior to her gift she had loved nothing more than climbing trees and scaling high places, and this magical room gave her room to do that and so much more.

The first part of the room looked like a normal child’s bedroom, but the rest clearly gave Emilia tons of room to practice her new gift. She ran around the space on foot for a minute before looking over at her parents.

“Can I, Mommy?” Emilia asked, looking over at Natalia in anticipation.

Natalia nodded with a smile. “Go ahead sweetie.”

Emilia squealed in excitement as she lifted herself off the ground with her magic and flew up. She flew around the room, giggling with joy. She sped up and then was out of sight for a few moments as she flew vertically, then descended.

“I found the top!” She exclaimed. “I can see up so high!!”

“That’s great baby!” Natalia replied.

“Oh good, so the room does have barriers.” Bruno said quietly to Natalia after Emilia sped back off. “Don’t have to worry about her getting lost.”

“Or you know, flying off into the magical abyss.” Natalia joked.

The family gathered in the room to chat and watch Emilia enjoy her new space.

Félix approached Natalia on one side, noticing the nervous look on her face.

“I know that look, hermana.” Félix said with a laugh. “She’ll be fine.”

“How do you guys handle having super powered kids?” Natalia replied with a nervous laugh. “I thought I was ready, but how can you ever really be ready for something like this?”

“You just take it day by day.” Félix said with a sympathetic smile. “She’s already doing great.”

Félix slapped his hand on Bruno’s shoulder. “Congratulations, you two are raising an incredible little lady. Now you just have to wrangle her out of the sky every day. No problema!”

Bruno laughed. “Thanks, hermano.”

Leo and Luna joined Emilia to run around and play in her new room, and Natalia and Bruno put their arms around each other as they watched over them.

“One down, two to go.” Bruno said, kissing Natalia on the cheek.

“They’re the best.” Natalia said sweetly, watching her children in adoration. “This whole family is.”

“I love you.” Bruno said, hugging her closer to him.

“I love you so much.” Natalia replied, leaning her head on his shoulder.

She exhaled briefly before looking back over at him, a smile on her face.

“Now we get to begin navigating the totally normal parenting experience of having a flying five year old.” She said, half joking. “We’ve got this, right?”

Bruno chuckled, hugging her tighter to him.

“We’ve absolutely got this.”

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 53:

-Luna: moon -Amor/mi amor: love/my love -Gracias: thank you -Casita: house -Mija/mijita: affectionate term for “my daughter” -Estás lista: are you ready -Abuela: grandmother -Ay Dios mío: oh my god -Pequeñito/a: little one -Vamos: let’s go -Hermana/o: sister/brother -Problema: problem

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#encanto #encanto fanfiction #my fanfiction #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal x oc #natalia moreno #my oc #my original character #disney encanto #encanto disney #la canción de mi corazón #the song of my heart #la cancion de mi corazon / the song of my heart #encanto fanfic #AO3 #my writing #Agustín Madrigal #Luisa Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Camilo Madrigal #Antonio Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Original Characters #Isabela Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Julieta Madrigal #Abuela Madrigal #Alma Madrigal #the madrigal family

[haystarlight]

Shout out to Tía Pepa who:

1. Is a light skinned white passing latina in an animated movie made by yankees. Not a lot of light skinned white passing latinos in movies like these. The only other one I can think of is Angie Diaz (Marco's mom from Star vs the forces of evil).

2. She's 50 and she has a 5 year old son so the math tells me she got pregnant at 44, which is badass. Getting pregnant at all is badass but like, most women at 44 are going through menopause and shit.

3. Is just really funny and expressive and her design and everything, she's sooooooo cool.

4. Having just the best relationship with her husband. I love watching them dance during We Don't Talk About Bruno. (Also, Félix took her last name, which is just a YES)

#Tía pepa #pepa madrigal #Madrigal #Tío Félix #felix madrigal #Pepa/Félix #Pepa x Félix #encanto #disney movies #disney encanto

[thegamingmonk]

Encanto Headcanons #2

So I woke up to 500+ notes in one day and nearly screamed so here's part 2

Antonio is absolutely CRISPY with the dance moves; did you see him during his room party? The boy got footwork.

Pretty much the whole Warm family are excellent dancers. Pepa is a professional dancer so she's more than happy to teach members like Mirabel or Camilo how to dance.

Camilo once challenged Félix to a dance battle and did not make it out successful.

When Mariano and Dolores start dating, he begins to slowly but surely wear more red as their relationship progresses.

Camilo once killed a spider and Antonio had a breakdown for the rest of the day. The only way Antonio would calm down is if they held a funeral for the spider. No, Camilo was not invited.

Félix knows how to play guitar excellently. He used to be a band back when he was younger, but stopped around his 30s. He still plays for his family and sometimes in the village.

Luisa is most definitely a daddy's girl. Her first words consisted of many varieties of "ouch" "owie" "oof" due to Agustín's clumsiness. To this day, she still has the same reactions, but keeps an eye out for her dad so he gets into less trouble.

Agustín has socks to match his daughters and ties to match his sobrina and sobrinos. He's simply a family man like that.

The Cool sisters are competitive in their own ways. Mirabel is a sore winner competitive (thanks to Isabela), Isabela is a sore loser competitive, and Luisa is just naturally competitive (her sisters once bet she couldn't relax for the whole day. They considered it a success).

Camilo was the type of kid to mix all sorts of nonsense from the kitchen into a drink, go up to Mirabel, and be like "Bet you won't drink this."

Julieta has many times considered banning him from the kitchen.

Bruno is still new to Antonio, since all his knowledge of the child is from through the walls and Antonio's is, unfortunately, from rumors. The two are warming up gradually together though, mostly thanks to their love for Bruno's rats.

Antonio believes in "firmly attaching himself to the tio Bruno". Whether he is carried or latched on, Bruno will somehow find Antonio attached to him; not that he minds.

Antonio has slight attachment issues.

Back when Bruno was still in the walls, Dolores' favorite rat on a telenovela died and she had to use every fiber in her body to not break down during dinner.

The three town kids are Mirabel's main friends to hang out with. The age difference doesn't really bother her since they're a joy to hang out with. Antonio joins them too and he makes friends with the three as well.

Luisa has many admirers in town (I mean, look at her), though she either a) brushes them off due to embarrassment or b) is completely oblivious due to focusing on work.

Isabela has her overprotective older sister moments due to this and has maybe more than once broke someone's nose with a plant... Again.

Mirabel just finds it all amusing on both sides.

Though Dolores cannot stand Camilo sometimes, the two are peas in a pod and always know that they have each other's backs.

Dolores 100% leaked the vision at the engagement dinner for one of two reasons: 1) the girl hears way too much on the daily and this is the one secret she can let loose for the protection of the family or 2) girl saw an opportunity for her love and ran with it (as she should, what a queen).

Dolores is the definition of "shoot your shot when the opportunity presents itself."

When days are slow, Abuela will try to spend time with each of her grandchildren now that she has let her grip go on the family and simply just wants to be close to them.

Ironically, this finds her spending time with Mirabel the most. Not for any particular reason of guilt or forcing herself, but there's a certain connection between the two.

(Yes, I'm a firm believer of the Mirabel is the next candle holder theory).

Mirabel and Alma usually spends time together sewing, taking strolls through the forest, or even just helping around the village with simple chores.

Mirabel hasn't forgiven Alma completely just yet, but these things take time. Healing is a process and she acknowledges that Alma is trying.

That ending was a bit serious but 80-95% will 9 times out of 10 be crack headcanons lol. I try to focus more on headcanons about the family's personalities, dynamics, and interactions than anything because 1) I have many thoughts about this family and 2) I'm not latino so I try not to headcanon anything too broad on the culture side of things without knowledge/accuracy (that make sense?). Hopefully I'm doing well on that! That's it for now!

#encanto #encanto headcanons #la familia madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #mariano guzman #again with the TAGS #disney

[myohmyimanxious]

Encanto headcanons part 4!

- All his cousins and siblings pooled together to get Antonio roller skates for his birthday since he's like "im only walking if I have to bc I'm a child and I demand to be picked up"

- He's a pro

- It makes Agustín want some, but julieta is like nope you'll die

- Félix gave Agustín flirting, dating advice and dance lessons in order to woo Julieta

- Bruno initially was like ummmmm you really want Agustín? But julieta was just so smitten and Agustín was so sweet he was like okay yeah he's a great guy and makes my sister happy

- It was the same with Félix, although he was already friends with Félix prior imo

- Camilo initially cannot stand Mariano and is just like "ew pls leave" whenever he's around

- And although he warms up to him eventually he is still very protective over his big sister

- Isabela is a fuckin pro maid of honour for Dolores, she got that shit down girl

- Luisa and Mirabel would be flower girls, and let me tell you they are just living the dream

- Antonio is the ring bearer, and insists that parce must walk with him down the aisle

- Camilo would be best man, which he's like totally not bothered about what do you mean? (He's very honoured but won't show it okay he's a teenage boy)

- Speaking of weddings! Pepa and Félix renew their vows!

- Bruno is under strict instructions not to mention the weather at all unless asked

- Since their father isn't around, Camilo walks his mama down the aisle

- Much like Bruno, camilo has other 'characters' he pretends to be when he's down or when he's helping his mama calm down they just aren't as obvious

- Bruno and Camilo have no idea how to comfort people

- They just bring tea and think "fuck I hope this works bc I got nothing"

- Mirabel songs and dances all the time under her breath

- Agustín joins in when she does in front of him bc he's a wholesome dad

- Isabela used to tease her for it but finds it sweet (though she'll never admit it)

- Luisa just smiles at how happy it makes her sister and hums the songs to herself later when she's working

- Antonio and Luisa do a lot of working together to sort out the animals in the village

- It's mostly Antonio, Luisa and the donkeys trying to come up with some kinda compromise to their wandering... and well, it's a challenge

- Despite his cool kid facade, camilo is terrified of thunder and lightning

- Because it means something bad is going to happen or he's in trouble or his mama is very upset/hurt/angry

- Mirabel is the only one who knows it freaks him out tho, and is the super comforter

- I'm talking sleepovers with blanket forts, stolen arepas, stories, games, the whole works!

- Antonio is the kinda kid who'll just sneak into other peoples rooms, set up camp either in their beds or on the floor and just fall asleep

- It's like roulette, whos room will Antonio sneak into next?

- If you want camilo to do anything just bribe him with food and you're set

- Luisa is deffo the type of kid who checks on her siblings all the time to make sure they're happy and healthy

- Luisa @ everyone: "Did you drink enough today?" "You eat enough today?" "GET SOME REST"

- Julieta and Camilo love horror movies

- Everyone else hates them

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto film #encanto headcanons #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #abuela madrigal

[foreveranevilregal]

HEY! ☀️

so I've been following you here for a little while (I was actually out of tumblr for a couple of months but I just hoped by again and felt compelled to say this-) and I love your writing so much 😭😭

you've made me laugh and you've made me cRY (clear skies forever, you may enter and take your prize)

you're so talented and the way you write the characters is so... *high pitched screams*

I absolutely love it and your félix/pepa works take a huge chunk of my brain dhsjskjsksks I LOVE THEM, I LOVE THEM

anyways I hope you'll keep writing because you're one of the most skilled writers ever and I just think you're super cool :D

This is genuinely the sweetest ask, and it's been making me smile for the past 2 days now! You may be the most invested person in my writing I've ever encountered. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your heartfelt words. It's always extra gratifying to me when people like Clear Skies Forever, since that piece is so personal to me. And characterization is so important to me, so I love knowing my dedication to it pays off!

I absolutely do plan to continue writing. At no point in time have I actually given up on writing Encanto stuff. The past few months have been busy for me offline: I got laid off, had to find a new job, started said new job, and I'm still learning how to do everything. On top of that, I'm in two weddings this fall, so October will be very busy. I currently have two prompts in the works, and am hoping to get as much as I can posted before everything picks up again. I might be able to get some shorter stuff up in October, but I won't raise my expectations too high.

Rest assured though, I fully intend to keep writing, even if I have to take a small break for real life. I have a lot of lovely prompts, but if there's anything anyone would like to see, feel free to send it in!

Thank you again, nonnie, this made my day yesterday and is still making my day (and will continue to do so).

#asks #anon love #day made #anonymous #this deserves a higher tag than anon love #my friend was right #this is worth a thousand kudos #my writing does matter #thank you kind stranger

[julietaswifey]

A square spouse to a round one

Pepa and Agustín hang out in the kitchen while the people they love most in the whole wide world make dinner

I felt that the world needed more Pepa/Agustín friendship, so I threw this little thing together. They should be allowed to be dramatic together and love their significant others :) can also be read on ao3 where I’m TheNightInMidWinter

This was inspired by a fic by @includeangieinthesequel and @lariskapargitay

Pepa could hear both Félix and Julieta before she even entered the kitchen. She also heard piano music, which told her that Agustín was there, as well. Why he was playing in the kitchen she didn’t understand though. Of course it was no problem for Luisa to carry the piano around the house, but shy would he even want to have it in there?

When she reached the kitchen she found both Julieta and Félix in full work with getting dinner ready, chatting to each other about something Pepa didn’t really understand. It had to do with the usage of herbs in food, incredibly boring. Still it was entertaining enough for them not to notice her when she entered the room.

The piano stood in a corner of the room, and by it sat Agustín. He looked a little lonely compared to the other two. Pepa knew how it could be, once Julieta and Félix got really into something it was hard to stop them. And while she was glad for that her sister and her husband were good friends with common interests she wished their common interests had been a little more exciting.

“We married a pair of dorks” she said as she walked over to the piano.

“Unbearable, the two of them” Agustín said.

He stopped his playing and looked across the room at Julieta and Félix.

“And we love them so much.”

“We love them really much.”

She loved her husband with all her heart and she loved her sister. They were the least cool people she knew and she wouldn’t have it any other way. People often believed Félix to be cooler than he actually was, he had a bit of a reputation and he worked to uphold it. Once Pepa had also believed that, but then she had got to know him and fallen head over heels for him. And between those events she had realised that he was the sort of man who could nerd out about herbs with Julieta. Which had definitely contributed to the falling thing.

“How long have they been going on about this?” Pepa asked, nodding towards Félix and Julieta.

“I don’t know, I stopped listening after a while. I can’t really join in on the conversation, I’m just here to provide entertainment.”

Pepa laughed.

“Isn’t that what we are, you and I? Entertainment for our spouses?”

In truth it had always been Félix who had been the showy one. He could make entertainment out of anything, really. But it sounded fun to say.

“Pepa and Agustín Madrigal, the unnecessary entertainers” Agustín chuckled.

Pepa had to admit she hadn’t always been very fond of Agustín. Because who was he to come from the outside and sweep her sister off her feet? But he had grown on her, to say the least. And they did make quite the duo, if she could say so herself.

“Move over, we’re in this together.”

He did as she said, moved to one side of the small wooden bench he sat on in order to make room for her to sit next to him.

“They’re really sweet, but sometimes I worry for them” she said as the conversation stopped abruptly only for both of them to start humming the same melody at the same time.

“I believe they think the same of us.”

“Those bastards, there’s nothing wrong with us.”

“Exactly!”

She sighed before moving to rest her head against her brother-in-law’s shoulder. Only to immediately regret that, and raise her head again.

“I keep forgetting how bony you are” she told him.

Félix wasn’t bony, Félix was soft and nice to rest against. And he gave the best hugs, like a teddy bear. A warm, nice, teddy bear. Agustín was the opposite of that, he wasn’t really cuddle material. Sometimes Pepa wondered how Julieta could want to be married to him. She loved Agustín as if he was her own brother, but how could Julieta want to love him in a romantic way? How could she want to cuddle with him when there wasn’t much to cuddle with? But then Félix cuddled with her, and she was definitely built more like Agustín.

“Hermana, you have the sharpest elbows ever, you don’t get to complain about me being bony” he fired back.

Well, she couldn’t argue with that, she did have sharp elbows. And she did make good use of them.

“We need them to balance us out” she then said, glancing over her shoulder at Julieta and Félix, both of whom were still humming in perfect tune with each other.

Maybe she could get them to sing together some day, that would probably sound even better. But Julieta never sang.

“What?”

“We’re bony spouses, we need a soft spouse each to balance us out.”

Agustín also looked at his wife, and Pepa watched him don a very dreamy expression. He always got that look on his face whenever he saw Julieta. And she had to admit it was kinda cute.

“Yeah. I need her to balance me out” he agreed.

Pepa took his distraction as a chance to direct her attention towards Félix for a moment. He was wearing one of Julieta’s aprons, it was way too small for him. Good in length, they were about the same height, but his chest was much broader, so he couldn’t tie it in the back. His chest was so nice to use as a pillow. She couldn’t wait until it was time for bed and she got to rest against him, that was her favourite time of the day. When she could feel whatever she wanted because their bed was protected from the weather in the rest of the room.

“Have you done the reading for this week?” Agustín asked when he had snapped out of it.

He turned back to the piano and once more began letting his fingers flow over the keys. He had large hands, perfect for piano playing.

“No, I was saving it for tonight so that I’ll have it fresh in mind for tomorrow. I take it you have done the reading.”

“I have, I can’t wait to talk about it” he smiled. “The last chapter, Dios, it was hard to stop reading.”

“Don’t spoil anything!”

That was the bad thing about reading together with Agustín. Pepa read that chapters they were supposed to read the night before so that she would remember all the details, while he did it as soon as possible. Therefore he had a whole week to accidentally spoil things to her before they had their official meeting. He didn’t mean to, but he wasn’t the best at keeping it to himself.

“I won’t, I’m just saying you’re in for a real treat.”

“I look forward to it, then.”

The hard part was doing the reading without Félix knowing what she was reading. She knew Agustín struggled with keeping Julieta out of it, as well. They always had to come and put their noses where they didn’t belong. They weren’t allowed to join the book club, that was for Pepa and Agustín only. It was their thing they did together.

“Mi vida, would you come taste the soup?”

Agustín’s head snapped up immediately at the sound of Julieta’s voice. Pepa could only laugh, he was like a puppy. A really excited puppy.

Immediately he left their seat and was standing next to his wife in the matter of a second.

“And why don’t I get to taste the soup?” Pepa asked, looking at her husband.

Félix opened his arms.

“Come here, Pepita.”

Maybe she hadn’t been right to laugh at Agustín considering how fast she made her way across the kitchen and into Félix arms.

When she reached him she wrapped her arms around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She had barely seen him all day as she had been busy out in town while he had been at home. And she had missed him.

He raised a spoon with soup to her lips and she carefully took a sip so that she wouldn’t burn her tongue.

“That’s really good soup” she smiled.

It tasted like heaven, all different ingredients went perfectly together.

“You know just what a man wants to hear” Félix chuckled.

“Had you not liked it I would have been angry” Julieta said, leaning back against Agustín’s chest. “We worked hard on this.”

“You know I love everything you make, mi amor” Agustín mumbled into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

They stood in silence for a bit before Julieta clapped her hands together.

“Muy bien, now you can leave so that we can finish up here.”

“What?” Pepa and Agustín asked at the same time, frowning. “We’re not leaving!”

Félix just laughed.

“Well, how are we supposed to finish cooking if you’re here distracting us?”

“Are you telling me I’m second to soup?” Pepa asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You’re my whole life, mi amor, but I also think it’s important that our niños get dinner.”

Pepa saw how Félix then glanced at Julieta and she nodded. What did that mean?

“Casita, a little help, please” Julieta said casually.

The next moment both Pepa and Agustín were stumbling away from their spouses on a wave of tiles. Before they knew it they were standing outside the kitchen and the door opening had turned into a solid wall, forbidding the two of them from going back inside the room.

Or, well, Pepa was standing. Agustín had lost his balance and was flat on the floor, limbs all over the place. How could there be so much leg on one man?

“How could they do this to us?” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out to her sides.

She felt the cloud forming above her head before she could actually see it.

“I’m not sure they love us in return” Agustín sighed dramatically as he began untangling himself and sat up.

“I can’t believe we’ve wasted almost thirty years on those two” Pepa continued.

Agustín stopped what he was doing and stared out into empty air, his eyes wide as plates.

“Ay Dios mío, has it been that long?” he asked.

“Not quite for you and Julieta, but for me and Félix, yeah.”

“How old am I?” Agustín said, seemingly horrified.

They had celebrated his 46th birthday just a few weeks prior.

“Younger than I am.”

48, she was ancient. But she could always comfort herself with that she was at least ten whole minutes younger than Julieta. It was usually just Julieta who brought that up to prove how she was the eldest and therefore the best and most mature of them.

“But anyway, I’ll die before I give up on this, so let’s get our spouses back” Pepa said, offering him a hand to get up.

“And how are we supposed to do that?”

“Unclear, but we’ll come up with something. We can’t let those two win, they have five feet between them and no bones.”

“True, it would be embarrassing, we would–“

Part of the wall disappeared into the floor again, opening the kitchen up for them. Julieta poked her head out, smiling.

“Would you get Mamá y los niños? Dinner’s ready.”

And so no grand plan was necessary.

#pepa madrigal #agustín madrigal #félix madrigal #julieta madrigal #julieta x agustin #pepa x felix #encanto #encanto fic #my fic #a square spouse to a round one

[godhoodandgirlhood]

the grand encanto headcanons post

warning: this is stupidly long

Luisa and Camilo are literally besties. It was mostly because they bonded over being the middle children on their sides of the familia, but also they have many shared interests, such as being theatre kids (Camilo made everyone a theatre kid somewhat but completely transformed Luisa into one) and working very well with children.

(An addition to the headcanon above this) The first person Camilo came out to as genderfluid and gay was Luisa, and when Camilo told her, she came out to them as a pansexual 💪😻

Dolores hates when anything touches her face and especially her ears. One time a tia on Félix’s side of the family took her to a fair that came to town and Dolores cried when she had to go get face paint. Luckily Félix was there to save her. (i’m not projecting myself onto characters i like /s)

Dolores and Pepa have habits that kind of mimic each other. Like, when they’re really tired they chew/suck on their thumbs, or when they’re really happy they flap their hands around (cough cough autism headcanon cough cough)

Isa is a sucker for grape agate. She loves that damn crystal.

Luisa likes to pluralize words that don’t necessarily need to be pluralized. (this is ACTUALLY projecting myself onto kins)

Mirabel does this half up half down hair bun and it’s so pretty.

Some boys in the town would ask Mira out as a joke and she would just throw her shoe at them.

(Continuation of the last one) One time a boy genuinely asked her out (in front of her whole familia) and she just threw her shoe at him and went back inside. Everyone was very shocked and apologised to the boy a lot.

Luisa loves to play piano. She takes this trait after her father and they could play piano together for hours. She also enjoys playing piano for Camilo’s performances.

Félix, Agustín, and Bruno have always been somewhat friends since childhood.

(be prepared y'all this one’s angsty </3) Luisa wanted to take a break she really did, but old habits die hard right? The townspeople just waited until the Madrigals fixed their home and got their gifts back before they asked for them to work again. The others took breaks in between, especially Julietta who got Agustín to help her, but Luisa? She just kept working and working. She couldn’t stop.

If you shake Bruno his eyes glow up like a glow stick. The same goes if you snap him in half 🥰 /j

Mirabel absolutely loves bees, too bad they attack her father lmao-

Antonio has basically a zoo of animals right? But there’s one animal he can never get ahold of. Rats. Because Tío Bruno took them all. That darn old man.

Isabela absolutely adores science. She loves finding out about how rainbows form, or how intrusive species ruin environments.

Bruno loves glitter gel pens. That’s the headcanon.

Luisa has never swore in all her 19 years of living. The day she swears is the day the world ends.

Antonio has double jointed fingers because I have double jointed fingers and it’s cools.

Whenever someone gets sick and can’t go to school, Camilo has to fill in for them. He failed in a grade 4 class.

Mirabel is absolutely terrible with punctuation in her writing. She always forgets commas and everyone gets scared by what she wrote. (me too miraboo, i just use autocorrect online 😔✋)

Isa and Mariano are very good friends. They talk about girl troubles (AKA Mariano being worried about Dolores and Isa crying about how in love she is with a painter's daughter)

Bruno is absolutely terrified of swimming. Some bullies left him in a river once and he never went near one since. He got over his fear when he had to cross a river to save Antonio from some concerningly sharp rocks.

Pepa will always go to her family’s performances, whether it be a band show or just a small play. Pepa will always be there for you. (aww <3)

Luisa can’t skip rocks for the life of her. She’s tried and tried again but she can never do it. Once Camilo shifted into her and skipped rocks as a joke but Luisa cried instead of laughed.

Dolores is really flexible for some reason. Neither her mama or papa are as flexible as she is, so they don’t know where she got it.

Mirabel plays lead accordion in the school band yall 💪🗣

All the cousins have an afternoon out where they just have fun every couple weeks. It always goes wrong, but hey at least they’re spending time together!

Luisa has a special life hack to make people laugh a little. She goes to their level, no matter how tall or small, and boops them on the nose.

When she gets sick, Pepa makes it snow. She made it snow in the middle of July and no one in the town could do anything except be pissed at poor Pepa </3 (this headcanon does not cross over into my fanfics tho)

Mirabel loves pickles, Luisa absolutely despises them, and Isa uses them as weapons.

Félix likes to go to places with lots of paintings just to take face swap selfies with them. (modern au ofc)

Agustín won a medal for tap dancing once. It was cool but once he won he fell off stage and broke his leg.

T4T Pepa and Félix.

Alma used to yell at Bruno to clean his room and he just looked at all the sand and cried. Alma never repeated those words to him ever again in fear of him giving her a terrible prophecy.

Isa will never say it, but she thinks she would look cute with short hair. I agree 👍

Agustín often leaves the house forgetting to put shoes on. Me too.

Antonio loves orchestra music for some reason, like whenever he’s stressed he’ll put on some orchestra and just cry or something.

Pepa is terrible at cooking meals. Once, Julietta went out of town for like 2 days and the only thing keeping the familia alive was Agustín and what he learned from his wife. (before the whole casita collapse and Bruno reveal because Bruno is probably a really good cook)

Julietta always makes a special vegetarian meal for Antonio when it’s time to eat. He really appreciates it and always hugs her a bunch and thanks her. Same goes for Agustín so he can follow the Kosher diet because he’s jewish 💪 (the second part does not play into fanfics as well)

If Encanto was in modern times, Camilo would be an absolute sucker for Tyler, The Creator.

Adding onto the previous one, Luisa would be either a gleek, belieber, or directioner. Mira would also love the MCU.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #abuela madrigal #encanto julieta #encanto bruno #encanto pepa #encanto dolores #encanto isabela #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto agustin #encanto felix #alma madrigal #julietta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustín madrigal #felix madrigal

[wikluk]

Hey there! I love all your fics and recently read the three chapters that are posted of "We'll get by just fine." Wondering if you're taking requests for that? I would love to see one set pre-movie where Pepa is like REALLY sick, to the point no one wants to go near her because her weather is going crazily out of control - But Bruno decides that yes, his sister is worth coming out of his room. But then he gets sick, and nobody knows until Pepa goes to thank him, sees he's sick and tries to help.

Hello! Alright! I'll do my best!

for you (there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do)

Pepa sneezed for a hundredth time this hour, which was followed by a loud thunder that boomed in her room.

"Mierda," she muttered, feeling that her nose was clogged again, though only a few minutes before she finally managed to breathe through both nostrils after what seemed like ages.

Her dark cloud loomed over her head, thundering and lighting up once in a while - a gloomy and annoying reminder that the weather seemed to get out of her control every time she was sick.

She hated the lack of control that her body caused at moments like these, especially with two toddlers in their Casita, both of them still terrified by storms, whether they were natural or caused by her emotions.

She wished she could go to Julieta. Her sister always knew how to help her and how to make her feel better but the oldest triplet was pregnant at this time, nearing her ninth month, and she was miserable enough as it was - Pepa didn't want to risk getting her sister sick as well.

It left her with Félix, but since they had Dolores, when Pepa got sick and her husband appeared to be healthy, they usually separated to sleep in two beds, not risking falling ill at the same time with a baby to take care of.

So Félix couldn't keep her company as well.

She just wanted to have someone near... Especially since her headache and blocked nose drove her crazy all the time.

It seemed her wish was answered because just after a few seconds, Pepa heard a knock on her door.

"Come in!" she called out and immediately started coughing and sniffing in between.

Someone walked into the room and Pepa looked down from her bed to see Bruno of all people, making his way toward her. "Hola Pepi, a special delivery from Juli!"

"Aw Brunito," she called back in a raspy voice. "What a sight for sore eyes you are!"

He snorted. "I know you'd prefer Julieta."

"I would!" she agreed, watching as he made his way up, slowly, minding every step, with the tray held in both hands. "But since she's about to pop soon, I think you'd have to be enough."

"I left my cave for you," he reminded.

Pepa chuckled. "You left your cave for me. I thought you fell from your stairs on your way up or down, you know? I haven't seen you in a week!"

Bruno shook his head. "Ah, you know, busy life up there."

"Surely," she stated dryly.

Her brother finally reached the top of the stairs and put the tray on her bed table, before sitting down on the mattress.

Pepa squinted at him. "Tell me your rats are not here."

Bruno rolled his eyes. "They're not, I wouldn't risk them getting wet and sick as well," he said, looking at her cloud pointedly.

"Hey, I'm not drizzling yet," she grumbled and looked at the tray. "What's that?"

"A special delivery, as I said," he reached towards the tray and took a mug to hand it to her. "It's warm. Juli said you should drink it as soon–" he stopped as Pepa drank up the whole mug in a few seconds. "–as it cools down. Okay..."

"It wasn't that hot–" a sneeze. "Mierda!"

Bruno sighed. "Lay down."

Pepa didn't have the energy to oppose him. He tucked her under the covers and grabbed her left hand, trailing his finger on her palm and the back of her hand. She smiled, closing her eyes.

"It's nice."

"Yeah."

"You saw Juli doing it, didn't you?"

A chuckle. "Yeah."

"Good," she said, taking a deep breath through her mouth. "You're just as good."

Bruno gently squeezed her hand.

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A few days passed in a similar way. Bruno would visit her and bring her a tray with some snacks and medicine made by Julieta and Pepa would slowly get better.

Her cloud was more under control, her weather stopped being so crazy and she finally stopped thundering at random times. And her nose wasn't clogged anymore, for what she was the most grateful. She hated breathing through her mouth and waking up with her tongue dryer than sand in Bruno's room.

On the fourth day, Pepa was entirely healthy, and Bruno didn't visit her.

He was probably still asleep, she thought, checking the time. Her brother was rather a night owl, going to bed late in the night (or even early in the morning) to wake up when the dinner was near.

Pepa was grateful for all he did for her. His presence through the days was very comforting, and she enjoyed every moment he spent with her, even though most of the time she was just laying or sleeping with him massaging her hands or rambling about his newest ideas, or telling her about those stupid, ridiculous dreams he often got.

So she wanted to thank him properly. Watched closely by Julieta, with her help, she prepared Bruno a late breakfast and decided to bring it to his room.

She hoped, she really hoped he didn't fall asleep in the hammock up there, all the way to his vision cave. She didn't want to climb all the way, she really preferred staying down there.

But luckily for her, she saw him slumped in his chair, in the bedroom area of his room, asleep and snoring.

With a smile, she approached his small table and put the tray down.

"Brunito!" she sing-sang, a joyful smile on her lips. "I brought you breakfast made by me! With Juli's help, though, but it was my idea!"

He only groaned in response, not waking up.

Pepa rolled her eyes and clapped his cheeks. "Bruno!"

But she stopped, feeling that his cheeks were burning. She stroked all his face, and it felt just as hot everywhere, and she frowned, patting his cheek lightly. Bruno opened his eyes, and they were glossy.

"Ay," Pepa pouted, brushing his dark locks out of his face. "You got sick because of me..."

"Hola Pepi," he mumbled with a smile, trying to sit straight. "Dang, my head hurts–"

"Because you're sick," she sighed, biting her lower lip. "I didn't want you to catch it, lo siento."

Bruno blinked heavily, frowning. "What are you sorry about?" he rasped out, clearing his throat. "It's not like you forced me to keep you company, I chose it," he chuckled weakly, and it turned into a cough. "And I knew I might get sick."

"I know but..."

"Sh, sh," he muttered, raising his hand. He tapped his temple. "My head, remember?"

Pepa nodded, pulling on her braid. "I brought you breakfast," she whispered. "I wanted to thank you for staying with me... But I think I'm gonna go to Juli and ask her for some medicine for you as well."

"No need," he mumbled, grabbing an arepa from the plate. "I'll be fine in a few days."

But Pepa was known for being stubborn. "No treatment? No way!" she announced. "You're sick because of me, so I'll take care of you!"

"Pepi..."

"Don't Pepi me!" she said firmly. "You were a good hermano to me, so I'm gonna be a good hermana to you! Gimme five minutes and eats something!"

She turned on her heels and stormed out of the room. She intended to keep her promise and repay her brother for what he did for her. Kindness for kindness, just like mamá taught them.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto fanfic #my writing #my sickfics #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa and bruno #fluff #sibling dynamics #hurt/comfort kinda #sick bruno #sick pepa #the first time i write something with only them lol