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sesamestreet47 · 2 years

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That’s my girl

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo

blurb, fluff, very fluffy, very short

word count: 699

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

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“Camilo, stand straight,”

“Ay,” Camilo groaned, but did as told. “I’m standing straight.”

“Five years. For five years I’ve been telling you this,” Y/N said, putting up five fingers. He looked at her palm, nodding.

She didn’t know what to expect, but what he did next was not it. Camilo placed his own palm against hers and interlocked their fingers. Bringing their joined hands higher, he placed a tender kiss on the back of her palm. She bit the inside of her cheek at this action. If there was one thing to always expect from Camilo, it was him being unexpectedly cute.

“Dork,” she muttered, untangling her fingers from his grasp.

She placed her elbow back on her knee and rested her chin on her palm. Staring ahead, she tapped her fingers against her cheeks.

Camilo stood beside her, not feeling like joining his girlfriend on the stone wall. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she responded, but her eyes remained on the setting sun. Like she wasn’t exactly listening. Camilo’s eyebrows scrunched. Turning his whole body towards her, he took a step forward. Now vis-a-vis and blocking the view, Y/N had to look up at him.

“Mi vida, you’re spacing out,” he deadpanned.

“I’m just taking in the view,”

“This isn’t the first time,”

Y/N straightened. Her hands fell down onto her lap, her torso was now perpendicular to the ground. That way, they could see eye to eye. But did they?

“I’m fine, Camilo,” she said.

“I hope so,” he sighed. “Because if you weren’t that would mean you’re not telling me something I should know.”

She tensed at the seriousness that overcame both his features and voice. This was the less common side of Camilo Madrigal. The one he reserved for scolding his loved ones for not taking care of themselves. Serious Camilo was someone she got to meet a lot these past few months, actually.

Instead of responding, she reached down and gently took his wrist. Sliding her hand into his own, she brought it up. She placed it on her lap. With a sigh and a nod, she started playing with his palm, his fingers. Caressing his smooth skin, delicately touching his rough from all the work fingertips. She couldn’t help but notice how quickly the tension left him and soon his hand went limp. Free for her to play with.

“You care a lot,” she said quietly. “But you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m happy actually.”

By closing his fingers on her own, he stopped her little game. “You are?”

“Very.” she smiled.

“Mhm,” he hummed, stepping closer and moving to hold her other hand. “Why? What’s causing you to be so happy?”

A soft laugh escaped Y/N’s throat. “I know you know. You just want to hear me say it.”

“Maybe.” he let go of her hands. His own made their way to her waist. His fingers rubbed up and down her sides, dancing across her skin. “Come on, say it.”

“Dios, it’s you.” she rolled her eyes. “There. Ego boosted enough?”

He shook his head, before staring deep into her eyes and placing his forehead against hers. “I’m gonna need a name. Who did you say makes you happy?”

She pressed her lips tightly as a smile spread across her face. “Camilo.” she responded after having a mental debate with herself about whether she should or not.

“Oh? Who’s that? There are a lot of Camilo’s in this world. You’re gonna have to be more specific-“

“Madrigal, jeez. It’s Camilo Madrigal,” she laughed, cutting him off.

“Camilo Madrigal? What about him?” he kissed her cheek.

“You’re insufferable, I can’t believe you,”

“That sounds like a you problem.” he kissed her other cheek. “What about him?” he repeated his question.

“Camilo Madrigal makes me happy,” she gave in.

He pulled away unconvinced. Raising his brow and pursing his lips, he stared at her. Y/N groaned.

“Camilo Madrigal makes me very happy, the happiest actually,”

“And?”

“And I love him very much,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him back to her. “I love him more than anything.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered before kissing her deeply.

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thank you for reading <3

this is an old draft of an old version of a request i’m still working on

jeez, writer’s block can be a bitch

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Here is my "El Raton Perez" One-shot. For everyone who did not see the post: apparently in Colombia the tooth fairy is a mouse (sometimes a rat!). I saw that, had a desperate need for more cute Bruno and Antonio interaction, and here we are. Enjoy!

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It's happening. It's really happening.

Antonio clutches the blanket tight to his chest. The spot in his mouth where his tooth is missing still aches a little, but that pain was pretty much forgotten the moment he heard the little squeaks coming from under his bed.

When Mirabel had pulled a crying Antonio into her lap and had told him about El Raton Perez, the little boy with one tooth missing had immediately believed her. If there is anything he knows for sure, it's that his favorite prima would never lie to him.

Mirabel is nice. The nicest! She sometimes teases, but only in a funny way. Not like Camilo, who is also nice and funny, but whose jokes sometimes are only funny for himself.

Antonio believes Mirabel, he really does, but a rat that takes your tooth home and gives you money in return also kinda sounds too good to be true.

Well, El Raton Perez will probably bring Antonio candy, since money has long since lost its value here in the Encanto. But even better! The old coins Abuela sometimes gives Antonio so he can play with them are nice to look at and they make funny noises when you shake them in your fist, but Antonio usually gets bored of them rather quickly.

Candy is much better.

"Some think El Raton Perez is a mouse and some think he's a rat." Mirabel had told him just that afternoon. "I think it's a rat here in Encanto. We have a lot of rats, don't you think?"

While Antonio had believed her, he'd thought that she may have been… what does his Papi always call it? Bamboozled. Tricked.

Mira is the best, but she always thinks the best of everyone else as well. If someone had told her a lie about El Raton Perez, she would have believed them. She is not as mature as Antonio, with his four and a half years. That's why he has to look out for her. Like a big boy!

But she was telling the truth! There is definitely a rat under his bed.

The room is dark and he is alone in the nursery. Tia Julieta has forced Mira to have a sleepover with Isabela and Luisa to "strengthen their sisterly bonds.".

Whatever that means, Mira hadn't seemed too happy about it, which is weird. Antonio loves his monthly sleepovers with Camilo. His older brother always declares that they will stay up all night, only to be the first one to fall asleep every time. It's always really funny.

Antonio has no problems sleeping alone from time to time. Casita always watches over them, so there is nothing to be afraid of. But no matter his initial excitement about El Raton Perez, the scratching and squeaking from under his bed are a bit scary in the dark.

He wants to see Senor Perez, but at the same time he kinda wishes the rat would hurry up and leave.

Suddenly there is a weird sound outside his room. Some kind of hissing sound. Antonio bites his lips and pulls the cover higher up so only his eyes peek out. He wonders if he should call out for his Mama, when Casita opens his door a little.

The hissing, which Antonio now realizes hadn't actually been hissing, but a voice going "psst psst psst" immediately stops.

"He's in there, Casita?"

Antonio doesn't recognize the voice, but Casita swings his door a little as if she's nodding. Whoever it is, Casita knows him. Antonio immediately relaxes. Casita loves them a lot. She would never let any harm come to them.

"Miercoles." The voice mutters. After a short pause, someone creeps into the room. It's a man wearing a ruana with the hood up. Antonio can't see his face, only the mouth, which is pressed into a thin, displeased line. The stranger peeks at Mira's bed and then turns to Antonio's side of the room. The little boy closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. After a few seconds, Antonio can hear the man kneel down on the floor. He reopens his eyes into slits and observes the man pressing his cheek against the floor to peer under Antonio's bed. He looks kinda small and scrawny and Casita still doesn't ring any alarms, so he must be okay.

Antonio sits up silently and leans over the side of his bed to get a better look. The man doesn't notice.

"Pssst. Perry." The man whispers. "Bad rat, get out of there! I told you guys a million times that you are not allowed in the kids rooms."

A big, grey rat shimmies out from under Antonio's bed. The man sits up and the rat jumps on his lap. He is frowning down at it and pokes it in the side. Antonio's curious eyes still go unnoticed.

"No cheese for you for a week, young man."

The rat squeaks sadly and Antonio can't take it anymore.

"Oh, please no! He only wanted my tooth."

The man almost jumps out of his skin. He scrambles backwards, still sitting on the floor, limbs flying everywhere. It looks so funny and Antonio can't help but giggle when the man bumps into the dresser and hits his head on it with a quiet "Ay!"

Mama would scold him for laughing, but Mama is not here.

The man clutches his heart and his breathing sounds ragged. "Dios Mio! Don't do that!"

"Sorry."

The hood is still obscuring the face, but Antonio can't help but think that something about the stranger looks familiar.

"Who are you?"

The man freezes. Mira always praises him for his instincts and empathy. Antonio thinks that the man looks scared.

"I… Uhm…"

The rat squeaks again. It had held on to the ruana during the man's mad backwards scramble and is now climbing onto a narrow shoulder. Antonio looks at it, then at the man, then back at the rat.

"Oh! Are you El Raton Perez's helper?" Mira hadn't said anything about a helper, but who else could the man be?

"Am I… Huh?"

"His helper!" Antonio pulls the tooth out from under his pillow and shows it off. "My tooth fell out. El Raton Perez came to get it."

The man slowly stands up. He hunches in on himself and steps closer to Antonio's bed. Maybe Antonio should feel intimidated by a stranger standing over him in the middle of the night, but the man is so careful, so hesitant. He supports the rat very tenderly while he walks and strokes a single finger over its little head. Something about the man makes Antonio trust him immediately.

"Your first tooth already? Time flies, huh?" He sounds wistful and sad as he stares at the tooth in Antonio's palm. Antonio didn't mean to make him sad.

But then the man seems to shake himself out of his sad mood and puts his hands on his hips. "But uhm, yeah! Exactly. I'm El Raton Perez's little helper. Good job figuring that out, Antonio."

The little boy gasps. "You know my name?"

"Oh well, of course. I.. I am his helper. I need to know our clients."

"But why does he need a helper?"

"He is very small. He can't open doors very well on his own. And someone needs to carry the teeth for him."

"Oh…that makes sense." Antonio holds out his own tooth. "Here!"

The man holds up his hands and shakes his head. "Oh no, I can't."

"But that's why you are here."

"I… darn it." He slaps his own forehead. The hood shifts a little and just for a second Antonio can see green, kind eyes, before nervous hands pull it back down again. "I forgot the candy. Sorry."

Antonio lowers his hand. He is a big boy. He is not gonna cry. "So I get no candy?"

"I'm sure you will. Later? Probably?"

He will not cry, he will not cry, he will not cry.

"Hey hey hey." The man sounds like he is about to cry himself, which makes Antonio feel a bit better about his own childish sniffles. He gingerly sits down on Antonio's bed. For a second it looks like he wants to hug the boy, but then he just hugs himself. "Don't cry, Tonito. You'll get your candy. Just later. How about… how about you hold on to that tooth for now and I… I will tell you a story instead. To tide you over?"

Antonio perks up immediately. He loves stories. Almost as much as candy. "You will?"

"Sure kid. A short one, okay?" Perez's helper wrings his hands and looks towards the door. "Casita, you will warn me if someone-" He shoots Antonio a quick look. "You will warn me when it's time to go, right?"

Casita waves soundlessly with the door.

"Alright. Lay back, Tonito. There, that's good. Have you ever heard the story of the princess and the frog?"

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Antonio falls asleep to the sound of a rumbling voice talking about adventure and love. Perez's helper is a very good storyteller. He makes different voices and he uses El Raton Perez himself to act out some scenes. He even allows Antonio to pet the rat.

Just before he's completely asleep, Antonio thinks he feels the man pull up the blanket and tuck him in. Just like Mama and Papa always do.

And then he's gone.

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The next morning his tooth is gone and in its place is a piece of candy. It's nice, but the story was even better.

When he tells his Mama and Papa about Perez's helper, the two of them exchange that weird, grown up look they get sometimes, indulgent and amused. They praise his colorful imagination.

"But my tooth is gone. He must have come back later!"

And again that weird, amused, look. Like they know something he doesn't.

He is in a bad mood, because no one will listen to him, until Dolores finds him in the garden and hugs him tight so she can whisper into his ears.

"Perez's Helper is a secret, hermanito. The adults can't know."

"You know about him too?"

"Sure I do. How did you like the story about the princess and the frog? That was always my favorite."

"I loved it!" Antonio cheers. He grows somber really quick though. "I wanted to hear more. Do you think he will tell me another one when I lose my next tooth?"

"Who knows." For some reason, Dolores looks towards Tio Bruno's tower, the one Antonio is not allowed near. "If we are lucky, you won't even have to wait that long for a new story."

Antonio is not quite sure what she means, but he hopes she is right.

He already misses El Raton Perez and his helper.

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I'll probably upload this to ao3 next week. Will let you know when that happens

#This turned a little angsty #But still 90% fluff and I'm very proud of that #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno my beloved #Bruno madrigal is a good tio #antonio madrigal #Bruno madrigal and Antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #El raton perez

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aurelia11fan · 2 years

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Tío Can Heal, Too

(Agustín is a great tío, y’all)

It was 11:30 at night when Dolores jerked awake from a dead sleep. Cramps were tearing through her and her eyes watered at the painful sensations that only seemed to get worse with every movement. For the millionth time in her life, she wished someone could hear her and come to her rescue. She groaned when she realized she had bled through her nightgown, but the pain was too bad in the moment and she decided against changing. She took her robe from the hook next to her bed and pulled it on, desperately hoping to get to the bathroom for some relief.

Stepping out of her room, she paused suddenly in the hallway, the glow of her door reflecting off of her face. Tilting her head down, she made out sounds from the kitchen. Tia was still awake! Julieta had a raspberry tea blend that she always brewed special for her niece, sister, and daughters hidden carefully in her pantry for only these occasions. Dolores could have cried in relief at the realization. Tia Julieta would help. She only had to get herself downstairs.

The house rattled gently in an offer.

“No, Casita. Your tiles will wake someone. I’m okay.”

The house seemed to murmur a reply. If you change your mind, let me know.

Dolores’ bare feet were quiet against the floors of the house as she made her way downstairs, cringing as more blood emerged. She hadn’t expected it so soon and was more unprepared than she normally was. Hopefully her robe would be spared until she could get her rags. Embarrassment be damned, it was only tía Juli and she’d understand. Maybe she’d have an emergency stash in her apron. Turning the corner, Dolores made her way into the bright kitchen, ready to cry into Julieta’s arms, when she suddenly froze.

“Tío?!”

Agustín was at the sink, washing the remainder of the wine glasses from dinner. He jumped slightly, but mercifully didn’t drop anything.

“Dolores? You’re still awake?”

“Where’s tía?” Dolores asked with a hint of desperation. Her voice sounded needier than she wanted. Hopefully Tío Agustín wouldn’t be offended that she had asked for Julieta instead. Another cramp was coming on and she held her abdomen in preparation. Her pain always seemed to be the worst of the family, sometimes landing her in bed for a few days.

“Oh, I finally sent her to bed,” Agustín replied with a smile even though concern lined his face as he looked at his sobrina. “She had been up since 4:30 in the morning and I insisted on finishing the dishes. So far, nothing’s broken.”

“That…that’s good,” Dolores nodded. Craning her ear, she could faintly make out hear her Tia’s deep, easy breaths as she slept. She wanted to cry. Julieta had a calmness that even Pepa didn’t have and even though the young woman loved her mother, she needed a calm and reliable mood when she felt unwell and in pain. “Okay, thanks. Uh, and…um…buenes noches, tio.”

“Hey, hold on now,” Agustín said, his brows coming together in a worried frown. He dropped the towel on the counter and walked forward to place a practiced hand on Dolores’ forehead and then her shoulder. “You came down for a reason, didn’t you? And you seemed surprised to see me instead of Juli. I know your super hearing tends to dim a bit when you don’t feel well. Are you sick, pequeño buho?”

Dolores gave a weak smile at her Tios childhood nickname for her. He had called her “little owl” due to her large, beautiful, and dark eyes before her gift ceremony and then it was cemented afterwards when he told her that owls had some of the best hearing of any bird in the world. Agustín had presented her with a stuffed owl he had sewn together for her sixth birthday, and it remained one of her most treasured possessions.

“Well…um…”

Dolores hesitated slightly, not quite knowing what to say. Agustín had always made her feel safe, but she struggled somehow to talk to him about the truth.

“Is it something I can help with?”

“Uh…”

Agustíns eyes continued to regard her face with worry until they drifted to his nieces hands clutching her lower abdomen. A look of understanding—no doubt from raising three daughters— passed over his face.

“Ahh. I see.”

Dolores didn’t have much time for embarrassment. Her eyes watered as another strong cramp came on and she whimpered and flinched. Apparently it would be one of those months where things were especially nasty. Agustín motioned towards a chair and helped her sit, gently rubbing her back. Dolores struggled not to cry. Agustín handed her a bowl, (just in case, given that Isa got nauseous on her cycle) and then reached underneath the sink and pulled out a hot water bottle that Julieta kept for her sore muscles and filled it. He handed it to his niece, who took it with a grateful smile.

“Here. And…maybe try a deep breath or two.”

“I’ll try,” Dolores responded with some amusement. People said the same to her mother during her anxiety attacks. Sometimes breathing didn’t come as easily as people assumed it did, but as the heat from the bottle spread through her, relief slowly started coming and she relaxed into her chair, praying that more blood wouldn’t come. Agustín handed her a towel (“If you need it for…you know”) and she took it. For a moment, uncle and niece sat quietly, if a bit awkwardly, together. For as much time as they spent together in the house, this was a new situation for them. Agustín started cleaning his glasses on his vest when Dolores finally spoke.

“Tía…has a tea.”

Agustín smiled at her and refit the glasses on his face . “Do you know which one?”

“Not the exact one. I think it’s one of her specialty blends. It’s pink…and she has chocolate too, somewhere.”

“Hmm,” Agustín hummed as he opened the cabinets. “Let’s take a look. The chocolate at least…I think I know where she keeps it.”

“You don’t “think you know”, tío. I know you steal tía’s chocolate,” Dolores said with a smile. The heat was helping quite a bit and she was feeling more comfortable.

Agustín laughed and turned back towards his niece. “It’s really no use lying to you is it?”

“Last month she ran out early just before Alejandra Sanchez’s birthday. I heard her check the cupboards six times and she was not happy. She muttered something about you a few times and tried to find you, but you were hiding in the library.”

“Thanks for protecting me on that one. I felt so guilty until the next batch came in. Although when it did, I didn’t feel too badly to not sample a bit more.”

“I heard that too! Right as she turned her back, too. You’re terrible, tío Gus! One of these days…”

“You’ll rat me out? You’d do that to me?” Agustín asked in mock offense, clutching his chest.

Dolores giggled, rolled her eyes, and adjusted the water bottle. “Ay, tío...”

Agustín closed the tea cabinet after searching for a few minutes with an apologetic look.

“Dolores, I’m afraid your tía lets me in the kitchen so infrequently that I don’t have a good grasp on the types of her teas. There are about six or seven pink blends here, but I’m not sure how to tell which one you need. I can, however, do you one better. How about a chocolate santafereño?”

“Oh!…” Dolores paused.

Now that did sound wonderful and Agustín’s skills at making the beverage were not a secret in the family. The drink was very popular in Bogotá, where he had been born. All the Madrigal children had begged him to make it for them at least everyday when they were younger and he would oblige and tell them stories of the modern and sophisticated city where he had lived as a young child. Dolores never tired of hearing them and now that her appetite was back, she could feel her stomach growl. However, it was late and she didn’t want her tío missing his own rest on her account, so she continues “It’s late, and you just finished so get some rest Tío Gus. I’ll be fine, really.”

“Sorry,” Agustín replied, pulling out a pot from the drawer where Julieta kept them. “I saw your eyes light up at the mention of my famously amazing hot chocolate, so I’m afraid I need to make you one. It’s in the tío rule book.”

Dolores grinned at her doofus of an uncle. “Well, if it’s in the book…sounds great.”

“You got it,” Agustín replied. He found the chocolate stash with ease, of course, and began chopping away. “I made this for your mamá on her wedding day, you know.”

“You did? When?”

“After the downpour. We were all soaked and came back her before the reception to dry off a bit. The town was quite a sight and in addition to being soaked to the skin, I figured it would help your mamá’s mood so any surviving trees that were left in town weren’t uprooted with another storm.”

“And it worked?”

“I like to think it helped, but your papa was the main source of her joy that day. I had never seen her more happy. Once the ceremony was over, everything dried up pretty fast. Your tía was soaked to the skin and her hair had come undone. When the sun came out, she left it down and it dried into the most beautiful mass of curls I’d ever seen. Your mamá was a radiant bride, but she was still the second prettiest one that day.”

Dolores smiled at the obvious loving way he spoke of Julieta. “What was your wedding like, tío?”

“Which one?”

“Huh?”

“Which of my wedding days are you asking about?”

“Wh—you’ve had more than one?”

“Well,” Agustín replied , whisking the chopped chocolate into the milk and cinnamon mixture. “The first was when I was eight and then the second was almost 20 years later. Same girl.”

Dolores’ eyes widened in delight. She knew her tío and tía had met as children, but had never known for sure how old they had been. She had always assumed they were in their early teens.

“What was the first one like?”

Her usually accident-prone tío began to ladle the chocolate concoction into a mug as he spoke. “That was a Tuesday after school. I had asked Juli if she’d marry me that morning when I passed her stand in the village square. I gave her a flower and she tucked it into her apron and said she would…I made her promise three times.” He smiled at the memory. “Your papá did the ceremony. Now careful, it’s hot.” He handed the mug to her and she began to blow to cool it off.

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course.”

“Now this story sounds kinda familiar, have I heard this before?”

“Your mamá had to water the fields on his family farm that afternoon, so we held the ceremony there. We tied two sticks together to make a cross. I told your tía that I loved her and that I was going to marry her and love her forever and she said the same thing. Then your ten year old papá pronounced us married. I didn’t have a ring, but I did have a piece of thread on me from mamá’s sewing kit and I wrapped it too tightly around Juli’s finger and it started turning blue, so we had to cut it off. The string, not her finger, obviously. I saw her the next day, she had replaced it with a flower stem. I wish I’d thought of that instead. She wore it until it fell off three days later. I made it up to her much later by giving her a proper ring. And we had it sized correctly.”

Whether from the hormones or the story, Dolores sniffed a bit from the tears in her eyes. She slowly continued sipping the hot liquid and a divine taste filled her mouth. No one made hot chocolate quite like her tío did.

“How are you feeling now?” Agustín asked. He had shamelessly taken another piece of Julieta’s chocolate and was eating it as he cleaned.

“Better,” Dolores said, smiling. “And the story made me tear up a bit. It was so sweet.”

Her tío smiled again. “Im glad. All my memories of being with your tía are sweet. Even when they weren’t.”

“Tía was lucky to marry you. Actually, we’re all lucky that she did. The whole family.”

Momentarily startled at that comment, Agustín’s eyes widened at his niece who gave him a warm smile. He hadn’t been expecting it and it warmed his heart immensely.

“Gracias, pequeño buho.”

“De nada.”

As she closed her eyes and sipped her drink, Dolores’ warm smile gave way as a faint sound reached her ears. The rustling of paper wrapping. Around a yet another piece of her tía’s special chocolate. A stolen piece.

In Agustín’s pocket.

“Tío! Honestly!”

Amid Agustín’s protests, she only shook her head and insisted that whether it was her special hearing or something else, Julieta was going to find out one of these days and he’d be in trouble. She couldn’t cover for him forever, you know. Her cramps had faded to a manageable level and the warmth from the drink, the hot water bottle, and her loving dork of a tío had soothed her. A peaceful, pain free sleep would finally come for her that night.

Maybe tía Julieta wasn’t the only one with healing powers.

☕️

@hectic-hector @enigmaticdoctorscully @lizzywrites1 @historysquib @wikluk @magicalmadrigals @wifeofbean @adoptedmadrigal

#agustin madrigal #encanto fandom #encanto #dolores madrigal #uncle and niece bonding #period fic #normalize periods #Agustín is the best tio #hot chocolate #comfort #fluff #Dolores and Agustín #madrigal family #madrigal women and periods

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awkwardtortilla · 2 years

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Ayoo I discovered your blog not long ago and I find that what you write is really cool, so if you are interested can you make headcanons of the Madrigal grandchildren when they do summer activities with their S/O pls :))?

Ooo sounds fun

Summer Activities w/ the Madrigal grandkids

This is an interesting idea, I like it! Antonio isn’t on here tho bc he’s a wee babe. Sorry this took forever to answer I kinda forgot about it

warnings: none???

Isabela

I honestly think summer is Isa’s favorite season

Everything’s so bright and colorful and alive

So you guys would be all over the place

Lazy days at the beach

Wandering around the forest

Hell maybe even surfing

Oooo and food

Popsicles, ice cream, etc

There would rarely be a time you guys had a healthy meal

Idk if this counts as a summer activity but y’all would definitely do tie-dye projects as well

Luisa

I can’t really see Luisa doing anything super crazy or active

But she does really love hanging out at the beach with you

She would love making sand castles, burying each other in the sand, and collecting sea shells

She very much enjoys goofing off in the shallows with you

But Luisa is a more laidback person so her favorite is being sprawled out on a big ass blanket or towel under a big ass umbrella with you next to her

On said blanket or towel you guys would sit and watch the sunset

Your knees would be loosely tucked to your chest

She’d be leaning back on her hands with her legs spread out in front of her

You would sigh and rest your head on her shoulder

In return Luisa would rest her head on the top of yours

As the sun dips below the horizon your guys’ wide, lovesick grins would still be shining bright

God it would just be so wholesome, much like everything else with her

Mirabel

You would have to drag Mira out of the house

I mean she doesn’t like being cooped up and would love to go out with you but it’s just so friggin hot

So you’d have to bribe her with a “we can get fabric while we’re out?”

She’d be all dramatic and flop out of her chair and be like “fineeeee”

So y’all would get cold treats and roam about the market and Mira would insist that you were just here for fabrics but you’d lead her everywhere else

You guys would be sweaty as hell but you’d still hold hands

Idk it just seems like Mira would love holding your hand

You’d have so much fun shopping and ppl watching the heat would be forgotten

And by dinner you’d be so full of street food you’d have to skip the family meal

Dolores

Dolores would also not be doing anything super exciting

She’d go shopping and take walks around the town and spend days at the beach with you

I know, I know, I’ve said the beach for a lot of these but that’s the only summer activity I can think of

She seems like a pretty mature person but I could see her building sand castles and splashing around in the shallows

She’d love to walk along the shore as the sun sets, talking about nothing and everything, occasionally picking up a pretty seashell

She doesn’t seem like she’d be a fan of sweets either so probably not too many frozen treats but she’d enjoy an ice cream I think

Camilo

Oh boy

Summer activities with Camilo would be fun but chaotic as hell

I mean almost everything with him is but ya know

Like Isa, you and Milo would also be all over the place

You’d be dancing around town to street performers’ music

Handing ice cream and popsicles out to kids while stealing a few for yourselves

Exploring the forest, walking in streams, splashing in rivers

And if you’re going to the beach you’re gonna be there all day

You’ve got food, floaties, blankets, towels, more food, and one giant ass umbrella

Like it’s so big you’re pretty sure Camilo had to ask specifically for this size

You two are having a blast, building sand castles, finding critters in the sand, starting full blown splash wars in the water

You’d have to fight birds off your food but you were giggling about it after so it wasn’t all bad

You guys would be walking back to your blanket and umbrella as the sky starts to turn orange, finally settling down to watch the sunset

You’d plop down on your blanket and Camilo would wrap a big towel around you both, pulling you close and resting his chin on your shoulder

You’d probably take a deep, content breath and say “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

And I have no doubt he’d say “yeah” but not even be looking at the sky

Instead he’s looking at you

You’d scoff and laugh and shove him a little “god you’re so cheesy” but you can’t deny the blush

Camilo would laugh and pull you back into him and be like “ayy, you know you love it”

You’d probably miss the sunset bc of all your flirting and goofing around

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cahmilo · 2 years

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dumping another request here, but this time with camilo and its also fluffy fluff fluff

Camilo x Fem!Reader where they're aged up (however you like it) and reader is babysitting dolores' "kid" until dolores walks in with her actual kid and and camilo kisses the reader on the lips and runs away shapeshifting into his original self LMAO

(you decide if its established relationship, or friends to lovers thing as long as its fluffy i'll take it LMAO)

Doppelganger ㅡ camilo m.

pairing: aged up camilo madrigal x female reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff

word count: 3120

tags: mutual pining, shapeshifter camilo, babysitter reader, post-canon encanto

summary: camilo madrigal isn't exactly the confident and cocky boy everyone knew about. sure, he's had his boastful and proud moments but when it comes to his liking for a particular girl in town, well.... let's just say he tries. this time though, he devices a plan to hog her attention for a day.

a/n: MOCHIE all ur reqs are amazing i swear <33 also i hope u dont mind i changed some of the ending cause i saw fanart w similar plot as this so i decided to make it different lol

Knock Knock Knock

Camilo opened his eyes, disrupting himself from his dream as the knocking become louder. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes with a yawn. In contrary to the 'sunshine boy' everyone sees him to be, he was unfortunately not a morning person. It would take a few more knocks to fully wake the shapeshifter of the Madrigals, and this was the fourth time.

Having little to no energy, he stood up and made his bed. There was no way he would be able to fall back asleep anytime soon, for the entire town is awake and chattering with their own respective chores. Camilo can faintly hear voices outside his room, probably from his family yelling for their chores every morning before breakfast.

Footsteps trudging, he leaves his bed all while constantly yawning. He needs the daily arepas to fully awaken the boy, which is the only reason why he looked forward to morning, specifically for breakfast.

Yawning once more, he contemplated going back to sleep. Yesterday's event of Mirabel's birthday had him completely knocked out, probably drank and danced too much for his liking.

His half-lidded eyes refused to stay up. Again, he desperately needed some substance or food to bring him out of dreamland, something that would energize him, something that would make him feel-

"Good Morning, Y/N!" Camilo heard his father's voice from the outside balcony, footsteps getting faster like she was running somewhere.

His eyes immediately shot up as soon as he heard your name.

Turns out, it was enough to fully wake him.

Figuring that you were in the Casita early in the morning, Camilo then dashed all the way to the house's shared restroom, freshening himself up and making himself look presentable.

Oh shoot, I forgot the curling gel in my room! He muttered a curse as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, his hair was a frizzy mess and he needed to get that fixed ASAP. Immediately he rushed out to run to his room, but unluckily for him, he almost bumped into you who was not watching where you were going.

With a yelp, he halted from his tracks sighing as he didn't get to crash into you. Looking up, he froze at the close proximity. You were literally right there in front of him, giggling at his panicked state.

"Bad hair day?" You asked, holding back a laugh. Camilo silently cursed himself before regaining his composure as he stood up and playfully rolled his eyes at you. "Tell me about it." He scoffed.

You ruffled his hair, further making it worse while he swats your hands away and whines. "Stop! I was on my way to fix it!" You let out a hearty laugh and unknowingly making Camilo's heart do constant backflips from your voice.

"If you want I can help you style your hai-" "Oh I know that mischievous grin, hermosa. You're definitely doing anything but styling it." Camilo interrupted you, raising his eyebrows. Yep, he sees through you. You can only give out a sigh and slumped your shoulders while pouting and he pinches your cheeks.

"Okay, not that I don't mind but you're not usually here early in the morning" Camilo trailed off, leaning on the balcony rails while looking at you.

You mimicked his actions, leaning on the rails while facing down to the ground floor, motioning to the family downstairs preparing for breakfast. "Senor Felix called me, he wants me to babysit Manuel this afternoon cause Dolores and the rest of the family are busy."

Oh. Camilo thought. Not, surprised, you were the town's second babysitter after Camilo. In times where he is extra busy, you were the one that took over. It was also probably what made you and Camilo closer. Oftentimes you would babysit children together and you both enjoyed it.

"I feel betrayed that she didn't ask me to babysit my nephew." Camilo dramatically exclaimed, putting a palm in his chest to further prove his nonexistent point. This only made you laugh at him again.

"Maybe I'm just better." You smirked. "I'm like that calm wife that tries to keep their baby away from trouble"

"Oh, dropping the 'wife' word are we? Does that mean I would be the husband?" Camilo flirts, leaning more towards you who had a dead-panned look.

Two can play at this game. You grinned. Playing along with his antics, you leaned closer as well, putting your hand on top of his which was resting on the balcony handles. "Well..." You whispered in a low voice. Camilo's breath hitched, not fully expecting you to flirt back.

"- in your dreams, Madrigal" You exclaimed playfully, pulling away and booping his nose. Camilo scrunched his face and then pouted. "You're mean-"

"Breakfast in 10 minutes!" Abuela Alma's voice echoed through the house, abruptly interrupting you and Camilo's moment.

"Well, you have 10 minutes to fix your hair, hermoso" You snapped back to reality, ruffling his hair to mess it up again making Camilo groan. You turned your heel as you turned away, strutting to leave before he calls you back.

"Not even a goodbye kiss for your husband?" You froze. So much for the flirting earlier...

Turning back, you rolled your eyes and walked back closer to him and seeing his smug smile. Thinking hastily, you aimed to fluster him as you cup his cheeks and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, barely leaving enough space closer to his soft lips. Pulling away, you laughed out loud seeing his gaping face, oh you definitely flustered him. He was frozen like a statue. You pat his cheeks twice and snapped him back to reality.

"8 minutes, Camilo." You turned around and left confidently, even flipping your hair as you walked out. Camilo however, lagged for a good minute before he ran back to his room while screaming internally.

—

"Hello? Earth to Camilo!" A waving hand snapped the boy from his thoughts, jolting up and slightly shaking his head. Quickly realizing that he spaced out, he looked around only to find the entire family in the dining table staring at him weirdly while Mirabel was snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"Are you okay, hijo?" Pepa asked worriedly, putting a hand on her son's head, patting it slightly with pursed lips. Camilo reassured her, "I'm fine, mami. I was just thinking"

"What were you thinking of?" "Uhh"

"It's not a what" Dolores suddenly squeaked. "It's a who, that he was thinking about."

"NO!" Camilo exclaimed, hastily shaking his open palms to the rest of the family. "It was nothing, really"

"Was it Y/N?"

"MIRABEL!" Camilo yelled even louder. Sighing in defeat, he bumped his head down to the table, making Mirabel let out a fit of laughter after exposing him. "I knew it!"

Camilo grabbed the hems of the openings of his ruana, bringing it up to his face to cover his blushing cheeks. That didn't stop his family from teasing, though. Even early in the morning, the Madrigal were always giddy and loud.

"Okay, okay that's enough!" Pepa said in between cackles after seeing her son sinking into the chair, almost out of sight from the dining table. "But speaking of Y/N, why don't you let Camilo tell her, amor?" Camilo looked up to see his mom motioning to his dad. "Let me tell what?"

"Oh" Felix let out a cough, fixing his posture. "Change of plans, Y/N isn't babysitting Manuel cause Dolores left him with Mariano for the day. You should drop by and tell her instead. Maybe even make a move." He whispered the last part, only Camilo and Pepa heard it.

Like a meerkat, Camilo popped up from the chair, sitting straight and fixing his ruana before putting out a shy smile. "Okay, papa. I'll tell her" He lied.

Little did they all know, that he too, had a change of plans.

Camilo smirked and continued his meal, while having his palm resting on his cheek nearer to the side of the lips were you just kissed. Sighing in relief that his family no longer had their attention on him, he daydreamed again, thinking of you.

—

"Dolores?" Your voice echoed through the walls of Casita as you opened the door, letting yourself in. Upon stepping into the entrance, Casita happily welcomed you by shaking its tiles, making you let out a laugh as you patted the walls. Figuring that the girl with enhanced hearing didn't even hear you, you figured that she was just in her magical soundproof room.

So, you just let yourself in to the empty house. You were practically family at this point, Casita even trusted you enough.

Humming a soft song, you opened Dolores' door, only to find it calm and tranquil. She wasn't there either, maybe she already left. You thought to yourself, walking towards the nursery to find Manuel. Putting slight knocks at the door startled the one inside, when you softly opened the door, you saw a small figure lying in the crib.

"Hola, nuelito!" You hummed softly, approaching the 1-year old boy. He was awake, and rolling around the crib. How odd, you thought. You expected the little boy to be still and calm, like her mother.

"Extra happy today, are we?" Digging your hands to the crib, you lifted the small boy, a tiny laugh emitting from its tiny mouth while you giggled at his cuteness. Another odd thing you noticed?

The boy ran straight to your arms and buried himself in your embrace.

If there was one thing you knew about little Manuel, was that he is an exact carbon copy of her mother. Like Dolores, he was calm and quiet. Not too touchy, not too clingy, and not even too giddy. All the more reason you wondered why he was so different today, and it clicked you.

"Look at you, spending too much time with your mama's hermano" You lightly booped the child's nose. "You're starting to be as loud and clingy as your Tio Milo."

You ruffled the boy's hair as you set him down to Mirabel's bed. Watching over as to not make him fall off, you carefully sifted through the drawers at Manuel's side of the room, making a bottle of powdered milk formula for him to drink. Glancing occasionally at the little boy, you observed his mannerisms. You thought that he spent too much time with Camilo to the point where they somehow act alike. Manuel would sway side to side, sneeze at random times, and laugh every now and then. You found it adorable and immediately imagined what Camilo would look like spending time with his nephew, probably spoiling him a lot. Your heart fluttered, falling for the guy more.

As you finished the baby bottle, you shook it before giving it to him. His tiny hands gripped your fingers and your heart melted at how cute the boy was. His eyes similar to Dolores' and his hair like Mariano's, oh Manuel got the good genes.

You crawled on to Mirabel's bed and fiddled with the story books she made, reading one out loud out of boredom while Manuel finishes drinking. He eventually crawled next to you, looking at the colorful pictures that Mirabel drew. Your smile couldn't leave your face, he was the cutest kid you've ever seen.

After a long day of watching over Manuel, it soon hit afternoon, almost dark. Cradling the boy in your arms, you hummed a song to make him sleep, but it wasn't working. Manuel kept crawling all and around, eventually yelling and blabbering random words as he kept throwing himself to you. It lowkey took you by surprise, since you thought the boy was not used to physical contact but you thought otherwise. Oftentimes, he would kiss you. In the forehead, cheeks, nose. Sometimes you thought that Manuel probably mistook you for his mother, but it was unlikely, Dolores and you looked too different.

After carrying the boy in your arms and swaying side-to-side, he eventually dozed off to sleep. You sighed in happiness, finally you can get a break. Putting him in the crib and wrapping the blanket around him to keep the child still, you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead as you slowly opened the door and went down to the kitchen. Dolores was about to come back any time soon, so you waited while munching on an arepa.

You heard the door click and Casita's tiles shaking loudly. Finally.

"Hola, Dol" You greeted her. If the afternoon wasn't odd enough, she was acting weird too. Having seen her purse her lips so hard as if she's hiding a laugh, you found it questionable but then shrugged it off. She greeted you back, grabbing a snack like you did.

"Okay, was it just me or did Manuel suddenly get weirdly clingy?" You asked, wiping your cheek still filled with sweat mixed with saliva from the sleeping kid. "I thought you raised him that he doesn't trust strangers that easily. Or did he just magically warm up to me?"

"Huh?" Dolores asked. "I don't understand."

"Manuel? Your quiet kid that oddly kept clinging onto me? I took care of him since lunch like your papi asked me to"

"Y/N," Dolores squeaked with a hint of laughter evident from her shaking shoulders.

"What?"

"Manuel was with Mariano the entire afternoon." Dolores blurted out, still holding back a laugh. You raised your eyebrow, pointing upstairs.

"But he was just upstairs? And he was sleeping-" You paused.

You quickly pieced everything together. Dolores giggling, 'Manuel' being too touchy to your liking, the fact that the real Manuel was in fact with Mariano the whole time, the fact that there was a doppelganger, and most especially the fact that there is a certain Madrigal kid that can shapeshift perfectly,

"Oh god I just babysat Camilo"

—

Quickly, you ran upstairs to the nursery after hearing enough teasing from Dolores who heard everything the entire time. Footsteps getting heavier, you slammed the door open, only to reveal that the crib was now empty.

"Camilo Madrigal" You muttered under your breath.

Changing paths, you stormed off to his room, not even bothering to knock. Kicking it open, you were welcomed by a large dome of a yellow blanket. Walking towards it and lifting it off, you found the panicked shapeshifting Madrigal, hastily waving his arms and covering his face.

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN IT- AAAA" Camilo kept screaming as you chased him around the Casita. He knew it was one of the biggest pranks he's ever done, and you being the most gullible out of all his victims, he was both proud and terrified.

Running after him around the hallways, you screamed too. "COME BACK HERE YOU B-" You got cut off-

-by Casita who's had enough. Lifting the entire floorboard into wave-like figures, Casita dragged you and Camilo back to his room and slammed the door close. Being in close proximity to him, you gripped on the collar of his top and glared at him in the eyes while he widened his, profusely sweating in his entire face.

"What kind of sick joke are you playing, Madrigal?" You leaned in closer, squinting your eyes while you observed him being both scared and flustered. You were having fun teasing him at this point, you were just putting an act.

"I- I- It was a joke!" He rambled, shaking eyes not leaving yours. "And, Dolores had nothing to do with it! I was supposed to tell you but I forgot!"

"Did you really?" You tested him. Letting go of your grip on him, he finally took the chance to look at everything else but you.

The silence and lack of answer was enough for you to figure everything out. You knew that him being extra clingy wasn't a friendly gesture, and hell, going as far as to shapeshift into his nephew just to hog all your attention? You knew his pranking tendencies for fun, but this wasn't it. He wanted to see something else for this one.

"You know..." You spoke once more, cutting off the tense atmosphere between you two. "If you wanted to spend an afternoon with me that badly, you could have just asked."

Camilo finally looked at you, his gaze no longer terrified but nervous. He was blinking repeatedly, thinking of what else to say.

"I- I couldn't"

"Aw, come on. You knew me for how many years yet you couldn't even get the nerves to ask me out?"

"Shut up" Camilo grumbled, gripping the edges of his ruana and fiddled with the material. You took notice, and decided to grab his hands and interlace it with yours, taking him by surprise.

"Just say, 'Y/N, the most perfect flower in this entire Encanto-"

"Yeah nice try plagiarizing Mariano's words" Camilo laughed, slightly flattered that your joke eased the tension for a bit. He was lucky, you knew him that well to help him become more comfortable and he loved that.

"Okay fine, say 'Y/N, I wanna spend an afternoon with you, as me, Camilo Madrigal"

"Too formal-" "Stop being too choosy! Do it yourself then, show me what you got"

"Okay" Camilo took a deep and long breath. And like his personality took a 180 degree turn, he suddenly looked flirty and cocky. The sudden switch in his behavior made you more attracted to him for some reason.

"Y/N, you were right, I should have asked when I want to spend an afternoon with you, so let me ask again properly"

"Go on,"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you" Camilo blurted out, eyes staring intensely at yours. Your jaw dropped.

"Nah you're bluffing" You joked, trying out something risky but all the while worth it.

Camilo snickered. "Stop ruining the moment I swear to God-"

You suddenly cut him off by crashing your lips to his.

Lowkey, you smiled through the kiss when you felt his lips move against yours. Your plan on catching him by surprise definitely worked. Camilo kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer, nearly bumping his torso to yours. You, in return tangled your hands in his curls, lightly raking them after hearing him groan through your lips. You smirked as you deepened the kiss, feeling the heat in your cheeks get even more intense the longer Camilo remains in your grasp.

Pulling away only due to the lack of breath, both of you gaze at each other and for the first time in ever, not a hint of mischief was in either of your eyes.

"Sorry, what did you say about me ruining the moment?" You asked innocently, battling your eyelashes as he scoffs.

"Oh, shut up" He mumbled, leaning in once more for a quick peck on your lips. You laughed, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull and kiss him once more.

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brunitofindshappinessfanfic · 1 year

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SHORT TWO: LITTLE SURPRISE

Tooth rotting fluff, mention of infertility, pregnancy

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You two were comfortably intertwined in each other's arms and legs. His bed with a green quilt somewhat resembling his signature poncho.

As of late, the two of you had been scattered and scarcely had time to yourselves. So many people wanted readings, and you'd been stretched thin between trying to maintain a schedule of appointments and helping literally everyone else in la familia Madrigal that you missed some of the signs.

At 50 years old, you'd stopped menstruating. The great wheel of life had turned for you, and as Bruno's spouse, it had turned for him as well.

At least that's what you thought had happened. It was about four months since you thought you'd gone into menopause that Dolores pulled you to the side. She seemed so concerned. Your heart skipped several beats when she kneeled and put her ear to your belly, listening.

You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears as she looked up and smiled, nodding.

It wasn't menopause that had stopped the bleeding.

Oh, no. Life decided to throw you a curve ball and blessed you with a baby.

That was a month ago already, marking 5 months. You wanted to surprise him, but everybody had been swamped and you never had the perfect time to tell him.

That is, till now.

You noticed Bruno was run down. He'd have to retire to bed early with nasty headaches. When he broke out with a nose bleed during a vision, you decided then and there he was going to have at least a few days off. You'd have to rearrange the schedule so he was giving fewer visions in a day. For them, it was 30 to 45 mins at most, for him entire days were filled with these appointments.

His body was crying out for a break. The townsfolk could be a pain in the ass to refuse, so you placed yourself between him and the rest of the Encanto. Sometimes even his own familia.

He'd slept so hard that night you told him he wasn't having any more visions for the rest of the week. He slept so soundly. He didn't move in his sleep. He could've been dead, and you made sure placing a handheld mirror to his mouth and nose to check, and indeed, he was breathing. He was just exhausted and finally getting the sleep he needed. Poor corazón.

A sweet blessed morning came and he woke according to his body's internal clock. He tried getting up but you insisted he stay in bed a little while longer. How could he resist you?

The intimacy, shared kisses, and roaming hands. Both your heads were on his pillow, noses nearly touching.

"Mi vida, you look like something is on your mind." He surprised you. You had been absent mindedly kneading on his shoulder with a free hand.

"Mhmm, that's because there is," you sighed in comfort. When you looked up, the intensity of his gaze shocked you. Nuzzling your face further so that your foreheads were touching, you closed your eyes for a moment, bracing yourself.

"Do you remember, a few months ago, I told you I couldn't have children anymore?" You opened your eyes and pushed your head back to watch his reaction.

He nodded, his face looking stern.

"I did stop bleeding, the monthy time..." he watched you with a stern expression you couldn't read. He hadn't been like most men. When you first told him he actually listened. He asked questions. His face was as stern and studious as it was now when you explained female anatomy and the end of the fertile years.

You broke down crying while explaining to him, and he held you. He cried with you. For the loss of the chance at children or because you felt so hurt by your own biology, you never knew.

"About three or four weeks ago, Dolores pulled me to the side..." You took another deep breath and continued, "she heard another heart beat inside me. Fainter, faster, but it's there. Querido..."

His gaze had softened. You didn't realize you'd started crying till he brought his hand up to wipe away the tears. He was waiting so patiently for you to say the words.

"Bruno, Bruno, I'm... I'm with child. We're having a baby," you managed to smile through the tears.

His pupils dilated, eyes wide. He looked like a deer in headlights.

If a deer could smile that brightly in headlights.

A child.

He had always been the reliable go-to babysitter in his familia. He'd come to terms with never having children of his own some time ago.

But now everything had changed. In the span of a few moments.

He held your face in both hands and brought his face up to kiss you passionately. He nuzzled your face with his own, communicating emotions words alone could never convey.

The both of you were crying and sobbing. He held you in his arms so tightly as if to never let go.

"Mi vida, you made me the happiest man alive when you said 'I do' on our wedding day. Every day since then, I've l-learned... new depths of happiness with you. Now this... querida, you've made me so happy," he looked a mess. A tired, sobbing, happy mess smiling through tears as he held your face again.

He nuzzled his face back up into yours again, both of you closing your eyes, feeling the tangible energy between the two of you.

Seconds, then minutes passed by in this manner.

"Dolores you said?" He looked up finally.

"Mmhmm," you nodded.

"That means the entire family knows by now," he smiled, leaning his head back into the pillow, pulling you against him again. He began rubbing your back.

"Yeah, they're probably waiting outside the door," you chuckled.

Some more comfortable silence passed.

"I suppose we ought to go out there," he still held you to his chest.

"Querida," he gazed lovingly into your eyes before placing a chaste kiss to your lips and getting up out of bed.

Grudgingly, you raised yourself up out of bed. As soon as you were up and out of bed, Bruno was all over you, clinging to you nearly every second. Holding, helping, touching. Sneaking kisses here and there. Squeezing.

You didn't see him get dressed, he must be feeling a little better at least.

Getting dressed yourself, you inspected your appearance in the mirror. Even at five months, you hadn't gotten much bigger. You'd had chalked it up to water weight.

"Oh my god," your hand immediately falling to your belly.

"What? What is it?" Bruno's voice sounding panic.

You looked up and smiled at him.

"I just felt a kick," you beamed at him. He closed the distance again, wrapping an arm around you and placing his hand on your abdomen. Luckily, there were more kicks for him to feel.

His face landed in the crook of your neck. You felt the wet tears. All was right in your shared little world.

You felt a shiver pass as you suddenly felt cold. Bruno, becoming attuned to your body, yanked off his poncho and pulled it over your head. Even with the poncho drapping over your form, your belly poked out just a little bit. But it worked out perfectly. The two of you were nearly as giddy as teenagers.

"Are we ready to face them?" You looked him in the face.

"I think we are," he constantly had some part of him touching you, opening the door and guiding you down the stairs, hovering like a mother hen.

You two found Casita eerily empty. As a matter of fact, Casita itself hadn't made a peep.

"I wonder what's going on. Did we miss breakfast?"

"Not a chance," Bruno shook his head. Knowing his familia, they were up to something.

Casita finally clattered, pointing with cabinet doors and tiles to the front door.

"It seems Casita wants us to go outside," you remarked the obvious. Casita clattered happily.

Bruno still held onto you as the two of you opened the front doors together.

"FELICIDADES!!!"

It wasn't just the entire familia Madrigal, but the village as well. You caught Bruno before he fell backward.

"Dolores!" You tried to sound annoyed.

"I couldn't help it. As soon as I heard you tell tío, I thought I could spill the news," Dolores explained while the family flooded you and Bruno with hugs and congratulations going around.

"When is the baby due?" Abuela Alma asked.

"I think it's due in four months," you said to her, more cheers going around.

"It?" Dolores poked her head up, "Don't you mean 'they'?"

Everyone hushed and your head began to spin.

"What do you mean 'they'?"

"Tía, I heard three other heart beats other than your own," Dolores face was the perfect picture of alarm.

Shrill gasps and exclamations of excitement passed through the massive crowd.

"Y-y-you mean- you mean TRIPLETS?" Your voice was more shrill than you had meant for it to sound.

"Yes!" Dolores nodded furiously.

You reached out for Bruno and he held you steady by the shoulders.

The crowd had grown more rambunctious by the news.

"Are you okay, mi vida?" Bruno asked you from behind.

"Uh... uh huh, kind of," you were actually feeling pretty wobbly.

"Good, good. Because I'm not," Bruno fainted, falling into Louisa's waiting arms.

Your body finally caved, and the last thing you heard was, "She's going to faint!" And then nothing else. Thankfully, Louisa had caught you as well.

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brunofanfiction · 1 year

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🥺 Best Tío: Bruno! 🥺

Master List (Pt.1)

🥺 A Madrigal gets Sick

“Mirabel finds out Antonio is sick and informs the family, unfortunately for them the rest of the family is stuck at the town with a storm hitting~” #fluff #sickfic

🥺Hide and Seek

“Bruno plays hide and seek with Camilo. Well, maybe it’s just the two of them hiding together from Pepa and la Abuela.” #fluff #hurt/comfort

🥺Petting Zoo

By @metaphoricaltigers

“Antonio, Luisa and Bruno go to a petting zoo and Bruno talks about his mental health.~” #fluff #BrunohasOCD #AutisticBruno

🥺 Daisy Chains

“On a sunny afternoon Julieta and Pepa take their one year old daughter’s (Isabela and Dolores) to the garden for a picnic along with Bruno. When Julieta and Pepa head inside for a bit, Bruno is left to look after his nieces.~” #fluff #itsjustfluff

🥺Duerme Bien

By @waitingonavision

“Listen to the six-year-old. Antonio has the only right idea. ~A sleep pile with Bruno and his niblings. This is the result.” #fluff #toothrotting #Brunospancita

🥺Healing Takes Time (you’ll get there in the end)

By @impossiblefangirl0632

“One day you’re going to look up and realize that things are starting to get better, that you’ll be okay. Today is that day.” #fluff #healing #hurt/comfort

🥺Little Gestures

By @sokkas-first-fangirl

“Mirabel noticed Bruno tended to pat them on the head (especially when he couldn’t handle a full hug) and, as he did, deja vu always hit. He must have done the same thing ten years ago.~” #fluff #toothrotting

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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A continuation of this ⬆️⬆️ story

I felt like writing again, so I decided I wanted to continue this story. It's all fluff, so I hope you enjoy.

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Prying her mouth away from his nose proved to be more difficult than he'd thought, but after his third attempt, Agustín succeeded. Shifting her on his hip, Agustín rubbed the little girls' back and bounced her up and down, trying to soothe her distress.

It didn't work.

Agustín rushed out of the bedroom, determined to get to the kitchen before his bebé's whimpers turned into full-blown cries. Julieta didn't need anything else to worry about.

He would take care of this.

He pulled back to get a better look at the little girl. Her cheeks were flushed, her wide doe eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her mouth was set in an adorable little pout that broke his heart, because he knew his baby was in pain.

"Oh, it's ok, Miraboo. Papí's here. Papí's gonna take good care of you, I promise. We're gonna make everything better."

Trudging into the kitchen, he found Félix, Pepa, Dolores, and Alma. Little Camilo was sitting in his high chair, eagerly awaiting his meal.

"Buenos días, la Familia! Do we have any cold pineapple cores still around? I think this little one here is teething!"

Alma walked over to the sink where they were standing, and lightly pinched the little girl's cheek. Mirabel let out an agitated whine and turned her head away.

"Ahh, yes, I'd definitely say she's teething. Dolores had mentioned her using your nose as a chew toy upstairs, so I took the liberty of planning ahead. We don't have anymore pineapple cores, but I did cut up some mango pits. They're in the cooler."

"Oh, thank you Alma! And thank you Dolores!"

Dolores simply smiled at him.

After placing the little girl in her highchair and putting her butterfly bib on, Agustín felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Félix, a cold mango pit ready to go, in his hand.

"Here you go, Cuñado."

"Thanks, bro."

Taking the pit from his Cuñado, Agustín then placed it on the little tray in front of his daughter.

Mirabel looked at the new object with hesitation. The color seemed to fascinate her, so she pressed on and picked it up. Confused by the texture and the sliminess of the pit, she dropped it back on the table and looked at Agustín for reassurance.

Agustín pulled his seat closer to her highchair.

"It's okay, Miraboo."

Putting one sticky hand in her mouth, she studied the pit in utter fascination.

But then, her eyes widened to giant saucers. She looked at her hand, then the pit, and back and forth, and then to him again.

Grasping the pit with both of her tiny hands, little Mirabel opened her mouth wide and attempted to fit the entire object in her mouth. They all watched in amusement as her eyes grew even bigger, her entire body in pleasantly surprised shock.

Pulling the mango pit from her mouth once more, Mirabel squealed, squirmed and banged her little fists on her tray in absolute delight.

"Mmm, is that good, Miraboo? You like it?" Scooting closer, Agustín leaned toward Mirabel as if he were ready to take a bite. "Can papí have some. Do you want to share with papí?"

With an annoyed huff, Mirabel held the pit close to her chest and twisted away from Agustín.

The whole room erupted into laughter.

Félix let out a bellowing laugh. "Well, that was a no! At least we know who won't share their mangoes with us!"

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wikluk · 2 years

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Play the part?? Slight twist on the movie, Mira finds out about Isabela's problems sooner, and, being Mira, she wants to help??

Going by your preemie!Mira hc, when she's sick, she's sick. So she knows in turn how to act sick and make in convincing. She does so, so all attention will be on her and Isa can go destroy her perfect image for an hour or two :D

play the part: [character] pretends to be sick – Mirabel (+ Isabela)

the secrets that you keep are ever ready

Mirabel couldn't believe it.

Her sister, her older sister, Señorita Perfecta Isabela, had a secret. She didn’t want to get married. She didn’t want to marry Mariano, yet she never told anything. Not Abuela, not their parents, not even Luisa.

Mirabel wondered if Dolores knew; after all, Dolores knew everything.

But the youngest Madrigal sister couldn’t believe she found out about it only because the rats told Antonio, and Antonio told her, and she swore him to keep it a secret, and she planned or doing something.

Maybe if she rescued Isabela from that awful situation she was in, their relationship would get better. Maybe it would help the Miracle, maybe it would save the magic.

Then her Papi found her in the nursery and saw the vision, and she was that close to telling him everything, but Abuela announced the dinner was ready and it meant the Guzmáns were there and there was no time.

So Mirabel decided to improvise. Always of weaker health and with a tendency to get sick quickly and easily, often pretty bad, Mirabel knew how to act when the need was. Sometimes, when she didn’t want to go to school, she’d pretend she was sick, and she felt bad for worrying her mamá so, but being born prematurely had some benefits.

As they sat down at the table, Dolores was staring at her, and Mirabel was staring back. Well, it was awkward, and as Dolores was close to breaking, Mirabel knew, she had no more time.

She coughed.

Dolores blinked, and Camilo looked at her as well, one eyebrow raised.

Mirabel grabbed the glass with juice and took a sip, immediately afterwards bursting into a fit of coughs.

Now, people were looking her way, and Dolores tilted her head, still staring.

“Are you alright, Mirabel?” Mariano asked.

It made Isabela turn her head as well. “Yes, are you alright?” she asked, though there was suspicion clear in her dark, barely narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, of course–” Mirabel wheezed, putting her hand on her chest. “It’s just–” she coughed deeply, to the point it sounded almost like a whistle. “Just a cough!”

Mamá looked at her with both eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Are you sick?”

“No, no,” Mirabel waved her hand absentmindedly. “It’s just... Something in the air...”

“Your eyes are glossy,” Dolores squeaked out quietly, the grip she had on her wine glass losening a little.

“Yeah? I don’t feel anything...”

She started thinking about the most embarrassing things she had ever witnessed in her life. She remembered tripping over her own feet and diving head-first into the fountain in front of the villagers. She remembered walking in on her completely naked tía Pepa in the bathroom. She remembered walking in on her parents doing... Stuff... When she was twelve–

And she knew her face got dark as a beetroot.

“Mi amor, you’re flushed,” her papá touched her forehead with the back of his hand. “Ay, you’re so warm!”

Mamá was by her side in a few seconds. “Ay mi vida, not this again,” she said, cupping her face with a worried frown on her face. “I think you’re running a fever!”

Mirabel shook her head, sniffling for a better effect. “That’s nonsense, mamá, I’m–” she burst into another fit of very convincing coughs. “I’m fine!”

“No, you’re not,” her mamá said firmly.

“I am! Oh, come on, I don’t wanna ruin Isabela’s perfect proposal dinner–”

Mirabel was almost sure she could hear Isabela gritting her teeth on her right.

Dolores squeaked again, her gaze flickering between Isabela and Mirabel, her eyebrows raised in confusion.

Mirabel was actually shocked when she felt a hand gripping her forearm. She moved her head to stare at Isabela who pursed her lips at her before turning her head towards the matriarch.

“Abuela, I think I should take Mirabel to my room,” she said in a calm, velvety tone, though her fingers dig into Mirabel’s arm. “She needs her rest.”

Before Abuela could answer, Mariano supported her on that. “Oh yes, the family member’s health should always come first!” he said, giving Isabela a dreamy, soft smile. “You’re such a good hermana, Isabela.”

Isabela smiled at him, patting Mirabel’s hand. “She’s the baby,” she said in a sweet tone, making Mirabel scowl. “It’s my duty as her older sister to take care of my youngest hermanita.”

Señora Guzmán gushed at it. “Oh, it’s amazing to see how close and caring all the Madrigals are!” she exclaimed and clapped her hands. “I’m sure we can postpone this dinner to when Mirabel is healthy and can take a part in this beautiful event, right, Alma?”

Abuela blinked, moving her gaze from both sisters to her friend. “Oh, of course, Andrea! One week won’t make that big of a difference, will it?”

“Of course not,” señora Guzmán said with a breathy laugh. “Love is very patient, isn’t it?”

It brought some chuckles from all the married (or formerly married, in Abuela’s case) Madrigals.

“Claro,” Abuela said with a smile, then looked at Mirabel, Isabela and mamá. “Julieta, Isabela, take Mirabel upstairs, por favor.”

And that was how all three of them found themselves in Isabela’s room, in her room full of flowers from the bottom to the top, so pink, and purple, and violet, and perfect, it was almost sickening.

Even mamá, to Mirabel’s smirk, looked a little overwhelmed by all the pastels as she glanced around.

Soon after Mirabel was placed on the bed Isabela created for her, and mamá left them, with a promise that she would return shortly with some medication for Mirabel, to make her feel better.

She barely closed the door, when Isabela put both hands on her hips with a scowl. “What was that?!”

Mirabel smiled innocently. “What was what?” she asked, coughing weakly. “I have no–”

“You’re not sick!” Isabela accused her. “Even you wouldn’t be able to get sick this quick!”

“You know I always was prone to sicknesses!”

Isabela’s gaze hardened as she tapped her foot impatiently.

Mirabel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m not,” she said, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest. “But I think you should be grateful because I just saved your ass!”

“Grateful?! For what? For ruining my life?!”

“I didn’t ruin your life!”

“You did! Mariano was going to propose to me, and Abuela was happy, and the familia was happy, everyone was happy but–”

“–you weren’t happy. You’re not happy.”

“What–”

“I know you don’t wanna marry this big dumb hunk.”

Isabela blinked rapidly, her eyes going wide. “What?”

“That!” Mirabel growled in frustration. “Antonio told me because his rats told him that they had heard you ranting to yourself last night about how you didn’t want to get married.”

“I–”

“You don’t love him, do you?”

Isabela was silent.

“You don’t even like him.”

Isabela shook her head. “I do like him. We’ve been friends since we were kids but...”

“You don’t wanna to be his wife.”

Isabela avoided her gaze. “No, I don’t.”

Mirabel shifted to the edge of the bed and jumped out of it, walking closer to her sister. “Then why did you agree to court him?”

Her older sister sighed. “It was Abuela’s idea and I...”

Mirabel felt enlightened all of a sudden. “You wanted to make Abuela proud.”

Isabela nodded.

Mirabel fell on her back on the mattress. “Wow,” she muttered, staring at the ceiling. “Who would think we had so much in common?”

“Oh, do we?”

“Yeah... We’ve always done everything to make Abuela proud.”

“Yeah...” Isabela agreed, and her tone suddenly got so soft, so friendly. “Yeah, I guess we have much in common.”

Before Mirabel could answer, half of their family burst through the door. Mamá and papá hurried her way with Luisa hot on their heels.

“Mirabel? Why aren’t you under the covers?”

Isabela groaned. “She’s not sick, mamá.”

“She’s not–” mamá repeated, clearly confused. “Please, someone tell me what’s going on because I think I don’t understand...”

Isabela opened her mouth to answer but Mirabel threw her arms in the air and looked at her parents with the most annoyed expression. "I pretended to be sick and I did it for her!”

“Mirabel don’t–”

Papá looked between them. “For her? Whatever you mean?”

Mirabel took a deep breath. “Isa doesn't want to marry Mariano."

The hell broke loose.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto fanfic #my writing #my sickfics #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal #senora guzman #mariano guzman #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #sickfic #mirabel is good at pretending #preemie mirabel #family fluff #humour and crack #sisters being sisters #isabela and mirabel

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magicalmadrigals · 1 year

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I have always thought that Juli and Pepa would have such a great bond with each other. It was never really explored in the movie and I wish it had been, but that is why fanfiction is so amazing. I wanted to write something sweet and a little fluffy for them, so I thought I would do a little one shot about them with their babies! Baby Isa and baby Dolores have my heart. Really hope you like this!

Read under the cut or over on AO3!

[Synopsis: When a worn out Pepa needs a hand with Dolores one afternoon, Julieta is more than willing to help.]

Moving her baby girl back from her breast once she was asleep and using one hand to sort her undergarments, Julieta ran that same hand through her curls before pulling her sleeve back up and cradling her daughter close once again. She smiled when Isa made a gentle sound of contentment in her sleep, curling a chubby hand into her apron as she nestled in her arms, and once she was sure she was comfortable she lowered her head to kiss her temple. At six months old, her hija was growing up so much and becoming more independent by the day, but she still wouldn’t go to sleep unless she was in her arms and she honestly didn’t mind that in the slightest.

It was the thing that made her longer days simpler to get through and gave her a much needed break, coming up to the nursery with her to just sit and nurse her and then stay awhile while she napped, and she just loved spending time with her in general. It took longer than she ever imagined it would to get pregnant and not for lack of trying. It was about a year into their marriage when she and Agustín decided to start working on their little familia and, for some reason, she had it in her head that it would all happen instantaneously. She would get pregnant, have the simplest, most relaxing pregnancy and then give birth to a beautiful baby in due course.

Of course, because this was real life and not some fairy tale, that wasn’t at all how it ended up panning out.

It took three years for her to fall pregnant and there was once a time, truly, when she almost convinced herself it was never going to happen. She feared it was her fault and there was something wrong with her, so she went to see the doctor – unbeknownst to her esposo because she knew it would only panic him unnecessarily – and his tests concluded that she was in perfect condition. It was his expert opinion that she and Agustín needed to just stop being anxious about things. It was the anxiety preventing them from getting pregnant and the sooner they relaxed and just allowed nature to take its course, things would gradually start to work out in their favour.

Of course, she still had her doubts and it took quite some time for her to truly stop fretting about things, but in time she succeeded in getting a handle over it and that was when it happened. It was actually only a month or so before their anniversary when she found out she was expecting their baby girl, so she decided to keep the whole thing a secret from him until the day arrived and then she would break the news to him. It took her a while to work out how she wanted to do it, but in the end she chose to go with something simple. She knitted a tiny cardigan and hat and wrote the usual card to him, but signed it both by herself and a ‘secret somebody’.

Him being the daft hombre he was, he didn’t completely catch on until he opened the box containing the little knitted items. His reaction alone, the way he caught her in a dizzying kiss before picking her up and spinning her around, made having to keep her mouth shut about the pregnancy for such a long time all the more worth it. It was a long nine months that followed and they had a couple of scares, the worst one being when she had a bleed at around six months in and was ordered to stay in bed for several weeks, but for the most part it was an incredible experience and there was no doubt in her mind that the whole thing brought her and Gus closer.

Not only them, but her and Pepa too.

Her hermana found out she was expecting her own baby less than a month after she did and they were able to share the entire experience. She had no doubt that they were both a nightmare to deal with, especially in their last month when they both ached all over and were cranky and had no patience with anyone, but their esposos and hermano never complained. Not to their faces at least. It was probably a whole other story when the three of them went down to the pub together to get away for an hour, but they made sure never to mention it while around them and that was probably for the best. She doubted they would still be alive if they even dared do so.

It was the door creaking open that pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up from her little girl, unable to keep from smirking at the look on her hermana’s face when she wandered in with her daughter on her hip. Dolores, even though she’d taken her for some fresh air to try and settle her almost an hour ago, was still very much awake. Her chubby hand was curled around the end of her braid and she was yanking on it, screeching with delight in her ear as she was clearly loving this new game, but something was telling her that her Mamá wasn’t loving it almost as much. “Oh, hermana, come on…how can you be annoyed at that face?” She laughed.

When she reached the rocking chair next to her own, Pepa all but fell into it and brought her hija into her lap before working her braid carefully out of her vicelike grip. Dolores, clearly less than pleased with her favourite toy being taken away, pouted and was seconds away from screaming the place down before Julieta reached out and tickled her under her chin. Her wailing and waking Isabela when it had taken her long enough to get her to sleep was the last thing she needed, so she breathed a sigh of relief when the girl turned to her and beamed. “I have tried everything…” Pepa sighed gently. “I took her out in her cochecito, I sang to her, I changed her…”

“Have you tried nursing her?”

“I have, but she just keeps pushing me away! I don’t know what else to do.”

She moved her little girl up slightly in her lap and held her tighter when she looked up at her again, the love she had for her deepening when she reached up and grabbed her face so she could pull her down to her. She scattered the softest kisses over her cheeks, smiling at the gentle coos she heard, and when she pulled back and looked at her again she could see in her eyes that she was beyond tired. It truly made no sense to her why she was doing all she could think of to avoid having to go to sleep. Looking over at her hermana again, she glared. “Ay, I hate you sometimes…” She told her, only half joking. “Why is yours always so calm and mine so…not?”

Julieta blinked at her for a second. “Uh…have you met you?”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at her. “Juli, I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay, give me un minuto,” Julieta got up from the rocking chair and carried Isabela over to her basket, carefully lowering her down into it until her back met with the mattress. Her little girl stirred at the loss of her warmth, whimpering softly as her eyes blinked open for a moment, but three light strokes of her finger against her cheek was enough to sooth her and she smiled as she watched her fall quickly back to sleep. She really was the perfect baby. Once she was sure she was sleeping well, she turned back to her hermana and pushed a hand through her hair as she walked over to where she was still sitting with Lolita. “Let me take her for a moment.”

Pepa handed the baby over to her without question and she brought her to sit at her hip, bouncing her lightly and chuckling under her breath when she reached up to tangle a hand in her curls. She was a whirlwind, this little princesa – much like her mamí when they were young – but still so darling and precious and she adored her. “I think your mamí needs a little break, mi vida, so let’s see if this will work,” Her voice was quiet as she carried her over to the little changing table. She laid her down carefully when they reached it and opened the buttons on her cardigan, sliding the garment from her shoulders and smiling when she started to kick her legs.

It took her no time at all – well, once she’d managed to get her to lie still – to remove her dress and tights so she was lying there in just her pañal. She picked her up then and felt that she was shivering a little, just what she was hoping for in all honesty, and after burying a kiss in her curls she began to carry her back over to her mamá. It was clear when her hermana got the hint because she let out a little ‘oh’ and opened the top couple buttons on her dress just enough. “Ven aquí, mi princesa.” She heard her say gently as she accepted her baby back from her and tucked her inside her clothes, brushing her lips against her hairline when she cuddled close.

About twenty seconds, she would say, it took for her eyes to slip closed and her to settle in her arms.

“Works every time.” She said as she moved to sit back down in her rocking chair.

“Gracias,” Pepa whispered, letting her cheek settle atop her hija’s head. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it.”

Julieta shook her head. “We overthink things too much, I think. Sometimes, the best solución is the simplest.”

A comfortable silence fell over them both for a while then, neither of them feeling the need to say anything as their girls napped, but soon enough that silence was broken by a faint whimper. “Oh, you have to be kidding me,” Julieta muttered under her breath as she looked over at the basket her daughter was in, sighing when she spotted a tiny hand reaching up. She didn’t even have to look at her hermana to know that she was smirking. “One word from you, I swear…” She got up from her chair and walked over to the basket where, sure enough, her sweet girl was awake again. “Are you two plotting against us, amor, hmm? Is that what those babbles are?”

“I think you might be onto something there,” Pepa told her. “Ay, no, they’re going to turn into us.”

“Don’t say that,” She pleaded, dread in her eyes as she picked Isabela up. “We were nightmares growing up.”

“Mmm, but you got away with everything and Bruno and I were always the ones in trouble.”

“No, I got in trouble sometimes too.”

“Oh, name one time, hermana.”

“Well, there was that time when…” Julieta started before shaking her head as she sat down and sat her hija in her lap. “Oh, there was that time when I…no, I got away with that one too, didn’t I? Ay, I guess you’re right.”

Pepa beamed with pride. “Do you think I could get that in writing? You say it so little, I want it documented.”

Julieta made a face at her before they both chuckled and she brought her daughter close, placing a kiss on her head when she cuddled up to her and settled with a deep sigh. “I don’t care what they turn out like,” She said as she turned to Pepa again while running a hand along Isa’s back through her cardigan. “They are so perfect.”

“Mmm, they are,” Her hermana agreed, burying her nose in Lolita’s curls and breathing her in. “Perfect…”

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 10 months

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Pepa held Antonio’s hand to make their way to Casita’s only bathroom. She told him there was a surprise for him there. They made their way inside the bathroom to see a small, light blue potty training seat in front of the bigger toilet. Pepa kneeled down in front of Antonio to his level to explain the change.

“Antonio, now that you’re going to be three years old very soon, and you’ve been doing a very good job keeping your diaper dry for long periods of time, it’s time for you to go to the potty like a big boy.”

Antonio looked at the potty, and then back at his mother. “Potty?”

“Yes, Tonito; you’re going to start using the potty. That means soon, you won’t need to wear diapers anymore. You’re going to start wearing big boy underwear like your big brother, Camilo.”

Antonio smiled and bounced, then gave his mother a hug. He then pulled down his pants and his training pants, and sat on the potty. He was so excited to start using the potty that he wanted to start as soon as he possibly could.

“Corazon, if you ever feel like you need to go to the potty, you can tell me and I can help you. But we’re going to need to buy some brand new underwear for you. Do you want to go to town with me to pick out some new underwear?”

Antonio got up from the potty and pulled up his pants. He jumped into his mother’s arms and they made their way downstairs to head to the village to pick out underwear for him. Felix came from the kitchen to come with his wife and son, and Dolores and Camilo noticed them heading out the door of Casita and wanted to come. Antonio smiled and grabbed his big brother’s hand. The five of them made their way to the village, and now that Antonio is going to have Dolores and Camilo help him pick out underwear, he’s even more excited to start using the potty.

Once they got to the village square, they made their way to Senora Lopez’s tailor shop. She has been friends with the Madrigal family since Agustin started working with her, and later introduced Mirabel to her. Antonio ran into Senora Lopez’s shop and the rest of them followed. Camilo grabbed his little brother and carried him onto his shoulder and headed to Senora Lopez’s front counter.

“Hola, Pepa y Félix! What can we help you with today?” Senora Lopez asked with a smile.

“We’re beginning to potty train Antonio and we wanted to try and find some underwear for him so he can be more excited to wear them,” Pepa explained.

Senora Lopez walked from the front counter to the children’s undergarments section of the shop. “We have a whole section of underwear for boys that I think would be perfect for Antonio! He would love these.”

Pepa and Felix followed Senora Lopez to the children’s undergarments section and noticed their children perusing through the section to find something for Antonio. Camilo grabbed a pack of underwear that had jaguars on them and handed them to Antonio.

“What do you think about these? These are perfect underwear for a big boy like you,” Camilo said.

Antonio smiled and grabbed the underwear pack from Camilo. “Can I, mami?” he asked happily as he jumped up and down.

“I guess we’ll take those. He seems excited about wearing them,” Felix pointed out as he took the pack of underwear to the counter.

“Perfecto! That will be ten pesos,” Senora Lopez replied.

Pepa grabbed ten pesos out of her purse and gave them to Senora Lopez. She gave her and Felix the underwear and Pepa put the pack inside her purse for safekeeping when they walked home. Dolores gathered Camilo and Antonio and the three made their way back to Pepa and Felix to head back to Casita. As the five of them walked back home, Antonio held his mother’s hand the entire way.

“Are you excited to start wearing your new big boy underwear, Tonito?” Pepa asked as she leaned down to give Antonio a kiss.

“Yes! I want to start wearing underwear and using the potty! Soy un niño grande!” Antonio replied with excitement.

“Mirabel and I can help you if you need any. I know Antonio loves spending time with Mirabel and me, so helping him use the potty can be a great way for us to spend more time with him,” Camilo added.

“Gracias, Camilo; you and Mirabel will be an amazing help for Antonio. And I think Mirabel would be the best fit to help with Felix when we’re out in the village doing our chores,” Pepa explained to her older son.

Camilo hugged his mother from the side as they continued walking in the village and back home. Pepa and Felix already went through potty training with two children already, along with assisting Julieta and Agustin with potty training their daughters, so they knew it was not going to be easy, but it was going to be worth it when Antonio was fully potty trained.

Once everyone got back to Casita, Antonio rushed upstairs to sit on his new potty. He pulled his pants down and sat on his new potty. He sat for what felt like forever, but nothing was coming out. He sat some more, but still, nothing was coming out. Antonio was starting to feel like he was not going to go to the potty for that time, so he gave up and pulled his pants back up.

“Maybe soon,” he thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom and back into the nursery to play with Mirabel.

Antonio met up with Mirabel in the nursery to color while he waited for any feeling of needing to go to the bathroom. About an hour later, while they were coloring together, Mirabel noticed Antonio’s pants slightly sagging down.

“Antonio, do you feel like you have to go to the potty?” Mirabel asked.

“No,” Antonio replied.

“Because I think you may need to go. Do you want to at least try?”

Antonio nodded and made his way back to the bathroom. Mirabel waited in the nursery so she could give her cousin some privacy. Once he got to the bathroom he pulled his pants down and noticed his training pants were wet and filled with bowel movement. He cried as he removed his training pants and put them in the garbage. After twenty minutes, Mirabel knocked on the bathroom door to see how Antonio was doing. He was taking so long that she wanted to see if he was okay.

“Antonio, are you okay in there? You’re taking quite a long time.”

“No! I’m never going to go to the potty!”

Mirabel slowly made her way in the bathroom to see what Antonio was so upset about. She saw him crying on the potty and noticed the soiled training pants in the garbage. “Are you upset about not making it to the potty on time?”

Antonio nodded and Mirabel sat on the floor in front of Antonio. He got off of his potty to give his cousin a hug. She gave him a clean pair of training pants to put on and he put them on before putting on his pants. When he was done, he sat on Mirabel’s lap for another hug.

“You don’t need to feel bad. It’s going to take a lot of practice to go to the potty. I had a difficult time going to the potty at first, too. When I was about your age, Abuela gave me a potty that looked just like yours for my birthday. That was when mami, your tia Julieta, talked to me about how Isabela and Luisa use the potty, and it was time for me to use the potty. I was so excited to use my new potty that I sat on it immediately. I sat there for a long time until I decided to wait a little longer. Not that long after, I did end up going to the potty, but it was still in my training pants.

“I felt the same thing as you, that I was never going to go to the potty like Isabela and Luisa and that I was going to be in diapers forever. But there was one day I saw Luisa going to the potty on the big toilet and decided to go with her to my potty. As I was sitting in front of her, I felt something come out of me. I stayed on the potty and Luisa was there to help me wipe. When I was done, Luisa got mami and papi to see that I went to the potty. They were so proud of me, and I was proud of myself.

“It’s going to happen eventually, Antonio. You don’t have to rush it. You can go when you feel like you need to go. And it’s okay if you need help wiping. You have a whole family that can help you.”

Antonio gave Mirabel another hug. He felt better after she told him her potty training story. “Can I go to the potty with you?”

“Sure you can, Antonio; and even when I’m finished, I will be right here to help you wipe yourself.”

Antonio and Mirabel hugged again and they made their way back to the nursery to play some more. While Antonio was still a little impatient to learn how to use the potty and wear his new underwear for the first time, he at least knew that the day he used the potty was going to come eventually.

Several months have past and Antonio had several unsuccessful attempts at using the potty. He ended up doing his business in several places other than his potty, along with several accidents in his training pants. He was still getting support from the entire family throughout his journey.

Until one day, Pepa walked upstairs to notice the bathroom door was slightly ajar. She put one eye against the crack of the door to see her younger son sitting on his potty, with her youngest niece sitting on the toilet. Pepa took her eye off the opening so it did not look like she was invading their privacy. She went back downstairs as a rainbow shone over her head on her way down.

Only ten minutes later, Antonio ran downstairs to get his parents. He found them in the living room and jumped on Pepa’s lap. “Mami! Papi! Look what I did!” Antonio shouted before pulling Pepa and Felix upstairs and into the bathroom. Mirabel was right in front of the bathroom door when they got there, and the four of them went in, noticing the potty was filled.

Pepa’s rainbow grew brighter as she and Felix held Antonio to give him a hug and a kiss. “We’re so proud of you, Tonito!” Pepa said as she continued kissing her son.

“I felt like I needed to go to the potty, so I asked Mirabel to come with me because she helped me not feel bad about accidents anymore. Now I finally went to the potty!” Antonio said with excitement.

“I let Antonio try to go while I was going, so he didn’t feel alone in doing so,” Mirabel explained to her aunt and uncle. “I saw him upset that he had an accident and I let him know that it was normal for kids his age to have accidents. I told him that I and the rest of the family had accidents while we were still potty training when we were his age.”

Pepa and Felix hugged their youngest child again and gave him the biggest kiss they could. Antonio was just as proud of himself as Pepa, Felix, and Mirabel were of him. Pepa and Felix took the potty over to the toilet and dumped everything inside. Antonio flushed the toilet and made his way to the sink to wash his hands. Mirabel washed hers with him and Pepa and Felix made their way out of the bathroom.

Antonio continued to use his potty successfully with Mirabel and Camilo for the next several weeks, still wearing his training pants during his naps and at night to avoid staining his sheets. He continued practicing every day until he kept his training pants dry throughout the night and Pepa and Felix were confident enough to let him stop wearing his training pants at night. Antonio could not be any prouder of himself.

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Madrigay days submission: coming out!

(Please excuse that it is very late I somehow had no idea of this until day one but I could not miss out on this!)

Do you remember a few months ago, when we had that talk about you and Mariano?” the voice that cut in was too soft for powerful, explosive Isabela, wavering in anxiousness. “You were worried it would be weird about you and him being together because we were courting?” She continued.

A breath of relief escaped before Isabela closed her eyes.

“It’s just, we talked about how I’d never really been, uh, attracted to him.” She continued, as nice a phrase as any. “But, the thing is, I’ve never really been attracted to anyone before, I wasn’t sure I ever would.” .

The grip on her hands loosened, then returned there strong grip in indecisiveness. Dolores was quiet, but her grip on her Prima-hermana’s hands remained strong. Soon, the words tumbled out of Isa’s mouth.

“Lola, I- I have feelings for someone.”

#encanto #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #Bubo encanto #female!Bubo #lesbian Isabela Madrigal #coming out #ao3 author #ao3 #family #fluff

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November 14

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

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

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

💙💖

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

“Where are we going?” Luisa asked.

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

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

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

Luisa smiled.

“And my primita,” Dolores piped up.

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, but—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy to feel needed, Mirabel nuzzled back.

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

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

“Not you two, tontas!”

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

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

“Now open!”

When Luisa opened her eyes, she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, no!” Dolores corrected.

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

“Oh, okay, thank you!” Luisa said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

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

Luisa giggled again.

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

“Can you tell?”

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

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

Fuck. Focus on the manicure.

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“I guess so.” Luisa agreed.

💙💖

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure she did,” Dolores said.

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

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

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

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

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

Dolores and Isabela sighed. “Juana.”

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

“You mean Luisa and Isabela,”

Dolores seethed through gritted teeth.

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

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

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

“Umm—“

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

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

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

“That’s mine,” she stated flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

Dolores snorted.

“What?”

Silence.

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

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

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

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

“Cousin.”

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

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

Juana shut up after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, really, thank you!”

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

“It’s perfect!”

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

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

“And pedicures too!” Mirabel added.

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

“You bet, sis!” Isabela agreed.

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

“Hey Luisa, happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Luisa said.

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

“I did not actually, but happy birthday!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juana rolled her eyes and sat down.

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

“Nails.”

“Oh, right.”

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

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

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

The girls left without saying a word to Juana.

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

💙💖

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

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

“Yeah,” Dolores agreed solemnly.

A pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” Luisa asked.

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

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

Isabela gave her a funny look, and Mirabel smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isabela rolled her eyes.

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

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

“Uh, thanks?” Dolores said awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Anyone have some Madrigal family shenanigans prompts? 👀👀 (Or fluff!)

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brunitofindshappinessfanfic · 1 year

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Family Tree

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A few weeks after Bruno disappeared, a woman he was secretly dating left the Encanto. Now she's back with her (nearly) 11 year old twins in tow.

"Pepa! Pepa, come quick!" Julieta called to her sister.

"What, what is it? I have to water the crops in Fernando's field."

"Shh, don't make it obvious, look who just arrived," Julieta gestured with her head to someone behind her.

Pepa looked over her sister's shoulder. A woman was guiding a donkey with two kids on its back and carrying luggage.

Pepa looked harder at the woman. She looked awfully familiar.

"Who is she?"

"She and Bruno went on a couple dates before he disappeared..." Julieta hinted.

"Oh, oh no," Pepa gasped.

"There were rumors that she was pregnant when she left. Looks like the rumors were true," Julieta looked over her shoulder.

The two kids slid off the donkey. They looked like twins.

"Julieta," Pepa nearly whispered.

"What?"

"Is it just me, or does the boy look like -"

Julieta gasped. The two sisters held each other for a moment.

"What do we do? Should we warn him?"

"This is not about to go well," the storm clouds were forming over Pepa's head.

"Well, looks like Fernando's crops will get watered after all," Pepa looked up.

"What if we're wrong?" Julieta tried to stop looking at the two kids playing with the donkey.

"Aye! Don't play with the donkey. It can hurt you. Why don't you go play with your rat?" The children's mother gestured to the small animal sitting on the girl's shoulder.

The two Madrigal sisters looked at each other.

•••••

Bruno had finished his last vision for the day and was taking a moment to enjoy a cup of coffee. He was still adjusting to interacting with people again.

"Tío Bruno," Dolores squeaked.

"Uh, yes, Dolores?"

"Mamá and tía Julieta say they need to see you. Fernando's field. As soon as possible," Dolores tilted her head, hearing more, "they say it's important."

Bruno closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"OK, OK, I'm on my way," he took one last drink from his coffee before abandoning it.

"Good Luck," Dolores squeaked before scurrying away.

He paused, considering what she said. He had to go anyway.

•••••

"This is where you grew up, mom?" The girl asked.

"It is," the woman replied simply, failing to elaborate.

"Why did you leave?" Her son asked.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you another time," she avoided answering. She was still carrying some hurt from the events that led her to leave.

"Can we go play with the other kids?"

"Sure you can, my darlings. But don't try swimming in the river, it's different from swimming in a lake or at the beach."

"Cute kids you have, Amelia," the cantina owner said to the woman.

"I got lucky with them. How about those rooms?"

"We just have the one in the back. It's a small bed," the owner shook her head.

"We'll make do. Is there anything I can help with?"

"Could use a good sweeping," they continued their conversation inside.

•••••

Pepa and Julieta waited impatiently for Bruno to show up. Pepa was thundering, which she needed to do anyway, but...

"There you are!" Julieta called out when Bruno emerged.

"What was so urgent?"

"You are in so much trouble," Pepa started.

"If our suspicions are correct," Julieta tried to calm down her sister.

"What suspicion?"

His sisters looked at him.

"Amelia's back. She left a few weeks after you..." Julieta was trying to choose her words carefully.

"Disappeared," Pepa wasn't waiting.

"Oh, that's nice. Why did you call me out here? You could've just told me when you got back," Bruno clearly wasn't ready for the bombshell his sisters were about to drop.

"Bruno, she had two kids with her. They looked like twins." Julieta tried to break the news gently.

Bruno broke out in a cold sweat.

"Her son looks just like you," Pepa stormed.

"Oh no," Bruno was connecting the dots.

"Oh yeah," Pepa was getting worked up.

"Well, wait, hold on. We don't know how old they are," Julieta cautioned.

Bruno's eyes had glazed over, his thoughts overwhelming him.

•••••

Abuela Alma was headed to Señora Guzmon's for a visit. She loved walking amongst the community, observing what all was going on and making sure people were happy.

"Chris! Christopher, it's my turn with señorita princesa!" A young girl put her hands on her hips, her dark curly hair getting in her face.

"Ok. Here," he held out his arm so a pristine white rat could climb off his arm and onto hers.

The scene was so bizarre. Alma thought she was seeing things.

She couldn't help but think how much the boy looked like her Pedro. And the girl had dark curls and olive skin tones.

She approached the two kids.

"Hola, you two look new here. I'm Abuela Alma," she introduced herself.

"I'm Christopher, and this is my sister, Christine."

"Just call me Chrissy," the girl giggled.

"And me... just Chris," the boy held out his hand to shake. Alma shook his hand.

"It is nice to meet you both. You two look like twins."

"We are," the twins spoke at once, "jinx, knock on wood!" The two raced to any wooden object they could find.

Alma couldn't help the feeling of deja vu.

"Chris! Chrissy!" Amelia called them from the doorway of the inn.

"Amelia!" Abuela Alma called out when she recognized the woman.

"Alma! My goodness, it's been a while," Amelia came out to hug the elder.

"Are these two your children?" Alma asked as they broke the hug.

"They are," Amelia took her kids hands.

"I couldn't help but notice how Chris looks so much like my Pedro," Alma arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, uh..." Amelia wasn't really ready to speak to this particular Madrigal.

"And how lovely Chrissy's hair is. She must get that from her father."

"Uh... Alma..."

Abuela Alma raised her hand.

"We can discuss this later. Where are you staying?"

"Right here, at the cantina -" Amelia gestured to the building behind her.

"I see. You should come up to Casita. We have plenty of room."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude..."

"I insist, my dear. You're like family," Alma looked at the two children again.

"Well, if you insist. Can you two go pack up the donkey? I didn't get to unpack so -"

"We got it, Mom," Chrissy said as she and Chris headed in.

It was only seconds, but it felt like hours in silence.

"You and my son dated a while back, no?" Alma asked.

"Yes, right before he left."

"I see," Alma nodded.

Amelia fidgeted with the edge of her ruana nervously.

Abuela Alma placed a hand on her arm.

"It must have been hard for you," the elder spoke softly.

"It was, but they grew up to be great kids."

"Still, I know how difficult raising children on your own is," Alma said. Amelia felt like cold water had been splashed in her face.

Abuela lowered her voice down to a whisper, "let's continue this conversation at Casita."

Amelia nodded. She felt like a trapped rat.

•••••

"Bruno, relax. We'll find out what we can," Julieta tried calming her brother down.

"What if they are mine? What if they don't like me?" Bruno was frantic.

"They'll get over it," Pepa put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not ready," Bruno waved his hands in front of him, stopping in his tracks.

"Of course you are!" Julieta exclaimed.

"You've certainly been a good tío," Pepa commented.

Bruno's face softened.

"What if Amelia doesn't want me involved?"

"We'll cross that bitch- BRIDGE when we get to it."

Pepa and Bruno looked at Julieta in shock.

"What? She stayed away for ten years!"

"To be fair, so did I"

"We're trying to defend you!"

"This is all just guesswork until we find out for sure. We need to speak to Amelia," Julieta reminded them.

They were approaching Casita when they saw Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio playing with two new faces.

"Oh no," Bruno's face paled.

"Let's not panic just yet, let's find out what's going on first," Julieta started steering them towards the back of Casita.

"Where are we going?"

"We don't know if they know yet."

"What a nightmare," Bruno palmed his eyes.

"You know what's funny out of all this? For all the visions you do and none of them showed this," Pepa chuckled.

"Pepa, go talk to them. No, better yet, I'll go talk to them, you take Bruno," Julieta put Bruno's weight on her sister, "just go in the kitchen, I'll meet you there."

"Julieta," Bruno stopped.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Julieta smiled, "go get inside!"

•••••

Even Camilo and Mirabel could see the family resemblance in Chris and Chrissy. They were entertaining them with Antonio's help.

"Can you tell us what Princesa is saying?" Chrissy asked Antonio.

"Hey you, what are you all up to?" Julieta approached the group of teens, preteens, and kids.

"Abuela brought visitors!" Mirabel beamed, "this is Chris and Chrissy. Their mamá is from here but just arrived today."

"Nice to meet you two, I'm Julieta. Mirabel's mom and Camilo and Antonio's tía. Your mom's name is Amelia, right?"

"That's right!"

"Do you know where she is now?"

"Abuela brought her here. They're having coffee in the kitchen now," Camilo answered.

"Oh, oh no."

Julieta hurried inside.

"What do you think that was about?" Camilo asked.

"Should we go in and follow her?" Mirabel asked.

"Nah, Dolores can fill us in later," Camilo shape shifted to look like his sister.

•••••

Julieta heard a yelp that definitely sounded like it came from Bruno.

What a scene she walked in on. Amelia and Abuela Alma were having coffee, and Bruno managed to have jumped into Pepa's arms.

Julieta cleared her throat.

Pepa let Bruno down slowly as Alma stood.

"Bruno, I can't seem to finish my coffee. You should come finish it," she walked around the table and scooted Pepa away. The last glimpse Julieta could see over her mother's shoulder was Bruno's gaze softening and taking Amelia's hands in his own.

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