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althememelord · 2 years

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That high key moment when you come up with a new Mirabel! AU idea and you shouldn't but you simply must write out the scene in your head ~

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A young raven haired boy ran through the jungles never ending sea of trees, his tanned skin glistening from the exertion. He could hear the trampling of paws as leaves crunch under the weight of the beasts chasing him.

A light at the end of the foliage seemed to glow and he ran straight for it, hoping against hope that it would lead to freedom and safety from his pursuers. He squints his eyes slightly to adjust his eyesight but never stops running straight. He can hear voices shouting and screaming in a language he couldn't possibly understand as he rushes pass people.

He trips on the stoned pavement and tumbles forward, he tries to get up but he is too tired from running for who knows how long. The dark hound was upon his, it's teeth barred ugly and ready to bite when he hears a voice shout, "take cover!!"

He curls himself into a ball, doing as ordered and the beast that was above him bursts into a glitter of gold.

"Are you okay son of Poseidon" a tanned curly haired girl asks as she hogs up towards him.

The boy looks and sees the girl with her hand outstretched, which he grabs as he is hauled up onto shaky legs like a newborn fawn in the spring.

"That was a close call son of Poseidon."

"Ah please, just call me Percy, I'm not very good with the whole formal title thing."

Nodding her head the girl replies, "ok. In that case, just call me Mir-"

"MIRABEL!!" an elderly woman shouts grabbing the duo's attention as more and more people who could be easily related to the girl he now knows is named Mirabel hurry closer.

"What the heck was that!?" a curly haired teen wearing yellow asks.

"How did you conjure up a spear like that!?" asked the very very tall young woman next to him.

"What were you thinking running off towards danger !!" a girl pink adds as a woman in blue wearing an apron seem to check Mirabel for any injuries before moving on to Percy.

"Here, eat this, it will help you regain your energy back," the woman said smiling gently but with a concern clearly shown on her face.

Percy nods taking a bite of the food and pleased hum, "woah this is great. I mean it's not ambrosia but it really helped. Thank you."

"Mirabel. Explain yourself" the elderly woman stated simply her face drawn into a scowl looking between Percy and Mirabel.

"Ah well........how do I explain" Mirabel announces, rubbung her arm unsurely.

Just then a thought wiggles into Percy's head and he blurts out, "are you Huitzilopochtli's champion!!!"

The family look at Percy in confusion; was this young man playing some sort of elaborate prank on them or just crazy.

Mirabel turns back to Percy, her finger pointing up as she replied with a wide smile, "bingo ! Welcome Percy, Son of Poseidon to the Encanto. I've been tasked by Huitzilopochtli to take you to our camp to help with your quest."

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #the madrigals #encanto drabbles #percy jackson #encanto and percy jackson au

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 months

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Thinking of a modern AU when the kids get to be kids after it's all over and they go to the movies, they play games, hang out, all that. And of course, Steve drives them everywhere. He vouches for them in front of their parents, watches them like a hawk, tries to tell them about the adult stuff he's learned so far and chases Robin and Nancy to give them info on uni application and the things he feels he's too dumb for. Still, when Robin and Nancy are away and one of his kids needs something, he'll grab that legal document and either stare at it long enough to get a migraine or begins hounding the smart people who stayed in Hawkins (Mr. Clarke is Steve's go-to person and Mr. Clarke won't say it, but he's so proud of Harrington's progress).

So, Steve's life is basically nonstop work and babysitting (with lots of complaints and grumbling from the teens), they ask him to drive them somewhere and he'll bitch about it, sure, but he will get up after 4 hours of sleep and do it anyways. Dustin often reprimands Steve for not taking care of his health, but he doesn't see why.

When Encanto comes out, El really, really wants to see it, and how can Steve say no to her? He drives the whole gang to the movie theatre (some of them stacked on top of each other, some in the trunk on a pile of blankets) and decides to join them. He doesn't really like animated stuff, but Robin loves these movies and he wants yet another reason to call her and talk through the night.

He didn't expect to enjoy the movie so much, but it's colorful and catchy. The songs are nice and the characters are relatable. He makes a lot of mental notes to discuss with Robin. He thinks she will love Mirabel.

And then "Surface Pressure" starts playing and Steve wonders why he suddenly feels like crying. "I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service" hits especially hard. He's just sitting there and feeling incredibly stupid for tearing up at flying glitter-covered donkeys.

When they leave the movie theater, everyone is pretty excited and discussing which characters and songs they liked the most (even if some feel like rolling their eyes at a kids' movie, El's excitement stops them from doing that). They all start discussing to who they relate the most, El feels with Mirabel for being left out and different, even if she actually is the only one who has a gift, Will dares to utter that he really sympathizes with Dolores, Dustin loves Bruno for trying to fix the cracks in Casita.

And then they turn to Steve and someone makes a jab at him, saying he resembles Mariano the most. Steve is ready to shrug it off, there's some truth in that with what happened to his relationship with Nancy, but El just shakes her head and says: "No. Steve is our Luisa."

Everyone goes silent. There's a lot of hmmming and "well, he did get up to drive us when he had a night shift..." and "we could have just biked...". Steve tries to make them feel better about it, joking that he really has nothing better to do, but the drive home is full of whispering, and the party actually diligently thank him when they leave his car.

The next day is Sunday and Steve is ready for his usual routine, making himself busy until someone needs something. But there's a knock on the door to his small apartment and when he opens it, he sees his group of kids, proudly presenting a tray of muffins and two cartons of orange juice.

Out of all of them, it's Mike who speaks up. "Nancy said you often forget to eat breakfast," he states in his usual annoyed tone. "She also said that you like chocolate muffins, so we are here to ensure you don't die from hunger. Now move, I'll get the glasses and plates."

Steve just watches in awe as they swarm his flat, Will smiling at him and producing a DVD of the latest Spider-man movie. "This one was a tip from Robin, she says you haven't seen it yet."

Max is standing in the kitchenette with her cane, watching the pile of meds Steve has to take after his injuries with disdain. "This has to take forever for you to find what you need. Don't argue, I remember how shitty it was for me. Let me help you build a chart and thank me later."

El and Lucas are rearranging Steve's couch and placing pillows in front of the TV so everyone can sit comfortably. El also ensures the blinds are closed so Steve's eyes don't have to fight against the light.

And if that all wasn't more care than Steve has known in years, Dustin grabs his elbow and sits him down, threatening him with violence if he even thinks about working on Sunday.

As the opening titles start, Steve is surrounded by six teenagers in his tiny and cheap flat, chewing on a subpar muffin with an orange juice that probably never saw the actual fruit, and he thinks that there's no greater happiness than this.

#steve harrington #steve harrington drabble #the party #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things au #encanto #healing and understanding your roles through movies is awesome #steve harrington is and will be loved

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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 months

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Day 34: Kiss me under the Mistletoe

Fandom: Encanto

Character: Bruno Madrigal

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: Nothing to graphic, I'm to tired to write graphic smut

A/n: Should have been posted yesterday.

Bruno has become more affectionate ever since he came back to you and you weren't about to complain because you finally had the man you loved back in your arms.

Now sitting in your small home you gave Bruno a teasing smile. You two were both alone, you were happy Mirabel opted to watch your son. Letting your fingers run through the man's hair, he gave you a nervous smile.

"I...what's with that look?"

Laughing softly, your fingers ran down his cheek as you hummed softly. "Kiss me under the Mistletoe?"your voice dipped, eyes darkened for a moment as your nails then slipped down his back, gripping him tightly to your body.

Blinking a few times, Bruno ran his tongue over his lips as he nodded his head quickly. "I...I can do that!"

Bruno groans softly as he feels your nails digging into his back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins. He relishes in the sensation, his desire for you growing with each passing second.

His hands, strong and possessive, roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch is both gentle and firm, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he trails his fingers along your skin.

Biting your lip you then let your fingers slowly moved back to his curls giving it a soft tug.

Feeling your tugging on his hair, Bruno's desire intensifies. He leans into your touch, allowing you to guide him, to show him exactly what you desire. His lips leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth gently grazing your skin, leaving behind a tantalizing mark.

With a low, husky voice, he whispers against your ear, "Tell me. Tell me what you want. I'm here to give you everything."

His words send a shiver down your spine as you feel his desire for you burning brightly. Your pleasure becomes his priority as he continues to explore and worship your body, his movements becoming more fervent and purposeful.

Together, you and Bruno lose yourselves in the depths of passion, a dance of desire and pleasure that ignites a fire within both of you. In this moment, there is only you, him, and the overwhelming connection that binds you together.

Under the mistletoe, you and Bruno share a moment of passion and love, a moment that will forever be etched in your memories.

#drabbles #drabble #tis the season #bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #Bruno Madrigal x you #Bruno Madrigal x y/n #encanto #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #encanto x you #disney #disney x reader #disney x you #disney x y/n

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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ramshackle is alive.

gn!reader

you’ve always wondered how the hell this entire building was still standing. you’d think crowley would’ve demolished it by now, technically it’s a waste of space. it hasn’t had inhabitants for who knows how long.

but you’re grateful. you have a place to go to when the day ends, it’s the one thing you have in common with the rest of your friends. and while the floors are always creaking and the doors and windows never really keep the wind out- it’s something. and it is much better than nothing at all.

you’ve taken the time to meticulously clean and organize the rooms, the little bit of allowance you have all goes to the dorm and food. it’s tiresome but incredibly worth it; watching the house slowly turn from desolate and cold to a place of warmth and love.

slowly, ever so slowly. the house seems to... change, but only for you and grim, it seems. it’s brighter- more alive. the doors open easily despite your friends complaining it’s always locked, there are no longer shadows that seem to chase after you when walking through the hallways. the rooms you’re in are always warm and you notice that you no longer wake up at night shivering from the cold.

you could say that it’s because of all the work you put in, but the feeling that the house you now call home here in twisted wonderland can’t be shaken off. the dorm being magic would explain a lot of what you’re experiencing.

you’ve asked the ghosts, but all they said was “maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. does it really matter?” you’ve asked crowley, but he wasn’t much help.

but you suppose your roommates were right. did it matter? you’d take care of the place you live either way. you’ll continue to clean the floors and dust the shelves, you’ll continue to sleep and study there, you’ll continue eating and inviting your friends over. the ramshackle dorm is home to you, and it will continue being so until you leave.

ramshackle was always so busy. its hallways bustling with life during the day, the occupants constantly chatting, laughing, playing- and when comes night it’s quiet and peaceful as the day ends. the ‘leader’ of the dorm turns off the lights and tells everyone to go to sleep, and (most of them) listen. the rooms are now filled with quiet snores and silent mumbling. and the cycle continues day after day.

but then they are gone.

there is no one to dust the shelves and clean the floorboards. there is no one to clean the cobwebs and shake away the spiders that make home in the corners. there is no one silently reading, no one studying. everything is still. everything is silent.

the house grows bitter over the many years it is empty. it prevents anyone from coming in, and the few that do swiftly leave once they see its pitiful state.

but then a trio of ghosts come along and fill a tiny part of the dorm’s heart. they play and laugh and shout, just like their previous occupants did. it tries to make them leave at first, hate still in its soul for the pain of being abandoned still hasn’t healed. but they are ghosts, and no matter what it did, they would not depart.

overtime it grows used to their company, and they are grateful that someone finally lives in its walls. but regardless, it is not the same. for the dead cannot take care of it as the living can.

then you come.

it is harsh at first, like it was to their late occupants. doors that won’t open, shadows that chase across hallways- but nothing changed. you still stayed along with that devilish cat you like to follow around. and you take care of it. its floorboards are clean, cobwebs are gone, shelves are rid of dust. it is not perfect but there is only so much one can do.

and it warms up to you. slowly, surely, eventually. it no longers makes strange sounds to scare you away, the doors open only for you, the lights shine brighter and the room is warmer when you walk in.

it is happy. it may only inhabit one, but this one tries their best to take care of it like many others before it. it becomes a home again, slowly, but surely.

#guess who was reminded of encanto #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst disney #twst fluff #twst x reader #twst hcs #twst imagines #twst drabbles #twst yuu #twst x yuu #twst x you #twst x mc #twst headcanons #twst fanfic #twst grim #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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prophetic-hijinks · 1 year

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Princessa ( a Luisa drabble)

“OOH that slit goes high!” Isabella declared in a mock scandalized tone. As Dolores squeaked and blushed, flashing her leg out from one of Elena’s lounge dresses a few inches too short on the bottom. Enjoying the tinkling sound of crystal beads colliding only audible to her. As the excited sounds of Mirabel’s voice echoed from the closet into the cave-like antechamber of Bruno and Elena’s bedroom.

Elena giggled from her place on the loveseat next to Luisa, as Mirabel brought a handful of dresses to lay on the bed. The trio cooed over the glamorous styles. Deciding which dress would fit whom, and who was going to go next. Of course, these styles are not ones any of the girls would ever wear in the Encanto. But a throwaway statement of the girls being welcome to borrow any dress had a very pregnant Elena nearly dragged to Bruno’s tower to play dress-up. Meanwhile, the seer decided to make himself scarce to ask Antonio how to mediate a serious conflict among the rats.

Luisa and Elena watched the happy proceedings as Mirabel disappeared behind the screen to try on a velvet green dress with faux pearls hanging on the shoulder. The dress she wore the first night Bruno saw her, and her life changed. Instinctively she brought her hand to her swollen belly, happy as can be. She would be unlikely to fit those dresses again, but it was more than a fair trade.

“Whoo!”, Elena exclaimed as she felt a kick. Luisa flinching at her side, immediately reacting with protective concern. Hands at the ready to help where no help could be given.

“It’s alright, I think their ears were burning. I was thinking about them.”

Then another kick gave her a start, and Luisa reflexively checked on Elena again. “Should I get Mom?”

“I’m fine Lu. I think the armistice is over. The twins are taking turns trading fire as wombmates”. The pun perhaps not hitting, as Luisa’s brown eyes didn’t drop a smidgen of concern after the joke.

“I’m really ok, I promise.”

“Sorry, I know it is normal it's just… you’re just so small”. Luisa trailed off almost apologetically, she had been reacting strongly to every kick all morning. Elena put a reassuring hand on her arm, as she leaned back to take pressure off her spine.

“No smaller than Alma was I have been told, and she had three. Besides we know for a fact everything will be ok”. Elena said gently waving to the glowing green tablet of her future family framed above the bed. A rectangle piece of emerald glass save for a small corner cut out to make their wedding rings. A promise for a future that was almost here.

Satisfied Luisa smiled, and they both looked back at the three girls. Mirabel was trying her signature dancing twirl, but the too-tight dress was not willing to accommodate. A clever seamstress, Mirabel on her own embroidered skirt dropped the waist to capture maximum twirl. Obviously glitz and glitter had downsides.

“I’m sorry I’m too short for you to wear my dresses,” Elena offered as she thought about the contents of her closet, and if anything could be used to help her share in this moment. But her mind was drawing a blank.

“It’s alright, I like my practical clothes.” Luisa countered, but Elena didn’t quite believe it.

Luisa’s room at the beginning portion functioned like a gym. A room full of weights and dumbbells that would make Hugo jealous. The balcony like entry, opening up to a beautiful vista of rocky mountains as strong and imposing as her exterior. But like Luisa, her true nature was hidden deeper. A childlike sweetness of a woman denied a proper childhood. Her bedroom full of soft fuzzy rugs, flower linens, family photos and drawings collected on the walls, sheer curtains hanging over her bed, and a pile of stuffed animals she was gifted over the years. Of all his daughters, and despite all appearances, Luisa was Agustin’s little princess.

‘Oh that’s it!’ Elena thought with excitement as she swung her legs up, using the momentum to vault her and her rotund belly forward out of the chair. The sudden motion caught Luisa at such a surprise, she didn’t have a chance to help the petite songbird stand before she was waddling like a petite penguin to her cavernous closet.

“Now it’s not ‘practical’ mind you,” Elena called loudly from the magical closet that was bigger on the inside. Before emerging with a green velvet box. “But I have something perfect for you.”

“When I was young I used to do birthday parties during the day, and lounge at night.” Elena said with a sheepish smile, As she opened the lid. "The dresses are gone, but I couldn’t get rid of this.” With a flourish, she revealed a shimmering costume princess crown. Delighted to see Luisa’s eyes widen at the treasure. “I am a little bit of a pack rat.” Elena said as she gently fixed the crown onto Luisa’s head, pulling her braid to cover the sides. “But perhaps that is why your uncle loves me?”, she joked.

“So beautiful,” Elena said stepping back to admire her lovely sobrina. “It’s yours if you want it.”

The quickness a teary-eyed Luisa stood to tower over Elena to envelope her in one of her signature bear hugs, did give Elena pause as to whether she would pop under that affection. But ever conscious of her strength, Luisa adjusted quickly and gently enfolded her tia in thanks. Before excitedly going to admire herself in the long mirror, the trio of girls chorusing “oohs and awws” as Luisa joined them.

With very little grace, Elena gingerly sat down to watch the proceedings. A tiny oof as she settled into place with a pillow shoved behind her spine.

“I wonder, do I have a little princess of my own?” Elena asked quietly, but a smiling glance from Dolores told her it was still heard.

A tiny kick came in response and Elena leaned back happily.

#drabble #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #elena ruiz #elena madrigal #prophetic vignettes #fanfics #encanto #family bonding

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provokedgoalie · 2 years

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18+. minors dni. 🔞

♡ perv!bruno madrigal x reader

♡ a/n: rewatched encanto with the family last night and thoughts were being thunk 😗👉🏽👈🏽 love me some voyeur bruno. (also, reader kinda knows he's watching them)

“Bruno,” you whimpered, as you rubbed yourself harder against your soiled pillow; your hips gyrated until the bed shook, knocking against the wall in rhythm.

The one where he was watching from.

He caught his wrecked sobs with his hand, while the other wraps around his leaking cock— the veins pulsing as he fists himself with vigor upon seeing you throw your head back.

“Oh, fuck. Please,” you pleaded, mouth agape as the grip on your pillow grew tighter.

Your unfocused eyes locked with the hole in the wall, almost as if you were aware of his voyeuristic ways.

He was throbbing in his slick covered palm, painfully aware that he'll come any minute. He never lasted long with you.

Bruno couldn't be sure what brought it on: maybe it was the thought of you putting on a show for him, or the way that you said his name, but he gritted his teeth as he pumped himself a final time.

With a groan, ropes of white coated his stomach and shaking hand. He brings it to his lips, tongue peeking out to kitten lick his fingers— his mind tricking himself into believing it was you cleaning him up.

When he glances up, you're on your back coming down from your high. Your heated cheeks and heaving chest made his cock twitch, signalling for another round.

He moves to tuck himself back into his pants, when he hears you giggle.

“Hope you enjoyed that, Brunito.”

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aeshnalacrymosa · 6 months

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The First Night Alone

Seated on the floor and leaning against the footboard of the bed, Alma doesn’t know what to feel. The fact that her babies are fast asleep in her arms is a tiny comfort because she has no idea what to do. Her face is swollen from crying, and her throat and lungs are aching from all the wailing and screaming that she finished moments before.

She looks around her. Her wedding candle—now magically carved with butterflies, and Pedro’s and her favorite animals—illuminates the room around her. The room is a perfect replica of the home that she and Pedro left, except it hadn’t replicated the three brand-new cribs that Pedro and she were forced to leave behind. Its beauty is clearly meant to comfort her, but without Pedro by her side, it seems to mock her.

As her fingers play with the curling patterns of her babies’ hair, time seems to stretch out in front of her. She sees herself navigating parenthood all by herself. All the confidence she had inside while carrying them evanesced when Pedro had disappeared behind the mountains. Her breathing becomes heavier. She wasn’t meant to do this alone. Pedro looked forward to raising his babies with her. Her babies need their father. Who would teach Bruno how to be a man? Who would model masculinity that would guide Pepa and Julieta to choose good husbands someday?

“¡Dios! ¡Santa María, San José! I feel so lost!” she gasps.

Alma holds her babies to her chest. Their weight and their warmth remind her that she is not dreaming, that she is not dead, and this is not hell. She was alive, and her babies are alive, but not Pedro. There is no going around that fact. It doesn’t matter what she wants. It doesn’t matter that this was not the life she envisioned for herself. She will have to raise these children by herself. She must make sure that Pedro’s sacrifice was not in vain.

The candle’s flame shimmers a little more brightly. A window shutter sways, waving to her—another reminder that this room is not the same house she once shared with Pedro. “Yes. I have to be strong,” she croaks, “for my children.”

Filled with newfound determination, she carefully lays Julieta, Bruno, and Pepa on the bed. She places a pillow on either side of the girls to keep them from rolling off the bed. Wrapping her black shawl over her shoulders, Alma quietly leaves the room to check on her companions.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #drabble #encantober #encantober 2023 #grief #abuela madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #aeshna's fics

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junosaccount · 2 years

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✨Encantober #16✨ Kiss

"Is that my thimble?"

"What? No, no, no! That,” for emphasis, Bruno made a flourish with his hand, “is the kiss!"

"This," Mirabel picked up the small metal object and put it on her index finger, "is my thimble, tío."

"Ah, yeah, yes, of course! B-but in my play, it's the kiss”—again the flourish, less exalted this time—"uh, it's, you know, a misunderstanding? A joke!” He nodded towards the rat on his workbench. “You see, the fairy-boy doesn’t know what a kiss is and the girl, she, she wants to—ah, but I don't wanna spoil it for you..."

Bruno chuckled and picked up the rat-slash-actor to squeeze it into the tiny fairy costume Mirabel had sewn for him. Without her thimble, mind you.

"I see," Mirabel sighed, her thumb stroking the embossed butterflies on the thimble’s seam. "But it's my only thimble, you know."

Bruno paused. He placed the dressed-up rat onto his shoulder and carefully stood up from his stool, turning towards her.

"Do you..." he kneaded his hands nervously and stared at her, his round eyes shiny and pleading. "Do you really need it back…?"

Mirabel bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing, and tried to look anywhere but at her uncle. It was unbelievable how a man his age could look so much like a little kid asking for a treat. The tiny rat on his shoulder with its beady black eyes and the cute little dress only enhanced the effect.

"Ah...how about you return it when you're done with your play, okay?” she offered.

"Yes, of course!" He snatched the thimble from her finger and plopped down onto his stool. "Thank you, Mirabel!"

Smiling gleefully, he stroked the fairy-rat and showed off his prize. "Look, Pepe Pan! We got a kiss!"

#encantober #bruno re-enacting the classics #maybe mashing things up a bit #encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #drabble #my writing #kiss #my art #encanto fanart #encanto fanfic #madrigal family fluff

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rinnysega · 8 months

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Braille - A Prophetic-Hijinks Drabble

Bruno wiped the sweat from his brow to admire his work. Not so much of the labor of the work but the stress that came with getting it absolutely perfect. He checked his sample over and over again, comparing it to what he’d just done on the frame of Ramiro’s door.

The braille looked like an exact copy.

“I should have been a carpenter,” he said to himself.

“It looks great, Woodpecker,” Elena said behind him. He turned slightly to see his wife come up the stairs with a glass of lemonade for him. “Are you sure it won’t be too sharp for his fingers?”

“Completely safe.” He tucked the sample under his arm and wiped his hands just as Ramiro came passing through the hall with Pedro.

“Hey, perfect timing. Ramiro, mijo, I just finished your name. Come give it a try.”

His son approached his father’s voice, and he felt for the familiar frame of his door his father was working on. When he found the braille and traced his fingers along the bumps, he didn’t need to see his father’s beaming smile to know he was full of pride.

“Wow, I can’t believe it,” he said.

“Your dad’s practically a pro right?” He took the lemonade from Elena to take a sip.

“I can’t believe you’d say this about Abuela Alma.”

“What?” Bruno’s face flushed and he practically choked on the drink.

“Oh, wow, this is very inappropriate!” Ramiro brought his hand to his mouth in shock. “I’ll have to wash my hands after reading such filth.”

“But - but I followed exactly what they did for me.” Bruno looked at the sample again. “What did they say?”

“Oh, it’s so horrible, I can’t repeat it!” Ramiro walked away again with Pedro who was trying not to snicker. “I can’t believe you’d say such things on the walls of Casita-” Even he couldn’t keep from laughing when he heard Pedro cackling.

Bruno turned red when Elena hid her own snicker and put her hand on his arm to steady him.

“He gets his acting chops from you, amor,” she said.

(Small drabble for @prophetic-hijinks 💚)

#prophetic-Hijinks #encanto drabble #rinny drabbles

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Encanto (2021) A collection of the prompts for One-Shots and drabbles I have gotten on tumblr. From humor to fluff to angst - you can find everything here.

Chapter 1: Mirabel fears her Abuela might forget her Quinceanera. She is in for a pleasant surprise.

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I revised this one quite a bit. It's much longer now, so give it another read if you'd like

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto drabbles #Encanto collections #mirabel madrigal #Alma abuela madrigal #disney encanto #THanks again to anon for the idea for the name

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althememelord · 2 years

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*breathe in breathe out* OK LET'S DO THIS !!

Part 4 of the Infinity AU

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A dark swirling vortex lazily spun counter clockwise in town. It had been three days since it appeared and Mirabel had camped in front of it for just as long. Her family had urged the young teen to at least rest back at Casita but Mirabel refused. There was just........something odd about this particular entrance to another world. It was dark where the others were white and it swirled in the opposite direction to the ones that she had seen previously.

It was about noon, her cousin Antonio had come over to where she was sat to bring her lunch, riding atop his jaguar as usual when it began blinking brightly, an indicator that another version of her was coming through.

Mirabel ushered Antonio away as her an Parce, the jaguar, stood to watch the vortex as it flowed brighter. Parce growled loudly, it's fur standing on end the same way Mirabels hair was as a creeping feeling of dread made itself known up the spine of her back.

Soon a Mirabel, wearing nothing but a black shirt, brown jacket and jeans burst through, a furry arm holding her in the air by the neck as she struggled to turn.

*BANG*

The sound of a gun echoed through the marketplace. Dolores being a little too late in covering her ears was huddled on the ground, Felix doing his best to comfort his daughter as the townsfolk looked on in fear as the other Mirabel fell to the ground having killed whatever it was holding her up.

The other Mirabel looked around the marketplace, face stern as plucked a green eerie looking bottled liquid from her jacket and proceeded to drown her left hand in it. Mirabel wanted to vomit when she saw her other self's hand looking like it had been impaled by a large nail that had been driven right in the middle of the others palm.

"What is this !! What mind games is she playing with me again!!" the other Mirabel demanded angrily having stood up from where she fell, clearly being more than few years older than Mirabel herself.

"I'm sorry who? No one is playing any games, this is another universe, you're here because of my gift" Mirabel answered her other self.

Having heard the commotion, the rest of the Madrigals had quickly rushed to the town's market area and were shocked to find a stern and bloody Mirabel in their midst holding what could only be a gun in her hand.

"I don't know what dumb piece of shit you think I am but I don't have times for your lies" the other Mirabel (Mira) exclaimed.

"It's the truth!!! I can prove it !!" Mirabel retorted opening up another portal where Mira could see a different version of herself laughing and dancing.

"Well I guess even pigs can fly sometimes" Mira muttered, relaxing slightly.

"What happened to you ?" Mirabel asked now being surrounded by Luisa and Isabela whi stared warily at Mira.

Mira looked around slowly, scanning her surrounding before her eyes landed on Alma. Pointing at her, Mirabel answered "she. She's what happened."

"W-what do you mean" Abuela replied, her hand placed over her heart in shock as Pepa thundered silently.

"I'm not sure how things are here but it ain't a honky tonk parade where I'm from and let's just say my Abuela wasn't too happy to let our Abuelo stay dead."

Bruno who was the last to arrive at the marketplace gasped in shock, "you don't mean -"

"That my Abuela tried to use the candle and it's magic to resurrect Abuelo. Yes that's exactly what I'm saying."

The Madrigals gasped in unison all of their eyes falling onto Alma, unsure as to how to respond.

"B-but what about the rest of your family !?" Mirabel asked.

"What do you think those monsters were ?" Mira replied, one eyebrow cocked upward as she glanced back at the dead arm.

"That werewolf is one of Antonio's creations. In using the magic to try to resurrect the dead, she corrupted the family members who had the so called gifts. Now I'm trying to get my family back even if I have to kill that bitch."

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#infinity au #encanto #mirabel madrigal #the madrigals #encanto fanfic #encanto drabbles #re8 #resident evil #yes i mixed in resident evil and encanto #my two hyperfixations

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allofasudden00 · 2 years

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The Madrigal adults sit peacefully in the living room of Casita. It is a cool evening, Pepa and Julieta drink tea while sitting on the couch, and Felix and Agustin play a game of chess. Their serenity is quickly interrupted by Camilo bursting through the front door.

“Camilo! I swear!” Mirabel bursts through the door after him, her face red with fury. Camilo runs and comes to a sudden halt in front of the adults. A wide grin adorns his face.

“I saw Mirabel-” Camilo is cut off by Mirabel throwing herself at him. They crash to the floor, followed by gasps from Pepa and Julieta. The two teenagers wrestle on the ground, Mirabel gaining the upper hand. Camilo shapeshifts into one of the kids in town and wiggles out of her grasp. Jumping away from her, he transforms back into himself. He intakes a large breath before pointing at Mirabel and shouting. “I saw Mirabel kissing Rafael Palau by the bridge!”

The entire room falls silent. Mirabel lays on the floor, her cheeks a few shades redder as she stares at her parents with uncertainty. Agustin, who was mid chess move, blinks at her with his mouth open. Pepa’s eyes quickly dart from Mirabel, to Julieta, to Agustin. Julieta squints her eyes, her expression showing that her mind is racing with many thoughts all at once. Felix stares unblinkingly at Mirabel, unable to form words.

“Umm...guys?” Mirabel grimaces at the adults. Agustin stands up quickly from his chair.

“I’m going to kill him.” Agustin declares, turning and walking briskly out of the living room.

“I’ll help bury the body” Felix stands up and follows his bother-in-law. Mirabel’s mouth slacks and she jumps to her feet.

“Mama?!” Mirabel looks pleadingly at her mother. Julieta seems to weigh her options before letting out an amused hum and taking a sip of her tea, acting like she heard nothing. Mirabel stutters in disbelief, she turns to Pepa. “Tia Pepa, they can’t be serious. Right?!”

“I hope they bury him in the garden, he would make great fertilizer.” Pepa states, opening up her book and continuing to read where she left off.

A short drabble based on an ask I got. (Sorry I accidently deleted it!) basically it was “Can you write how the adults would react to Mirabel kissing a boy?” and I love the idea of Agustin just calmly getting up, ready to commit crimes.

#encanto #fanfic #short drabble #protective aunts and uncles #Julieta is fine with crime if Agustin is the one to commit them #He gets a pass #Pepa looking out for the plants #We love a Nature Queen #Felix always ready to help the family

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Prompt{Nice}: 1. “Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

Character:Modern!Bruno Madriga

Warnings: None

A/n: He would do something like this, also established Relationship.

Glancing around the home you were shocked to find so many of red and green plant hanging in each door way. Wrinkling your nose your stepped into another room wondering where your husband might be since you had an inkling that he might be the culprit to why you’re seeing so many.

“Bruno?!”

Sighing you pinched the bridge of your nose nearly running into one of your nieces. “Mirabel have you’ve seen your Bruno.”

Nearly dropping the box of decorates, Mirabel opened her mouth trying to come up with a answer though seeing your face her shoulders sagged. “Uh by the entrance of your room.”

“Thank you!” Rushing off to your room, you cleared out your room spotting your husband placing one mistletoe above the doorway.

“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

“Ah!” Grabbing the latter, Bruno slowly turned to look at you with a sheepish smile on his face. “Hello Mi Amore”

Shaking your head you held out your hand for him to take. “Do you have reason why you’re doing this?”

Grabbing your hand, the man stepped down from the ladder clearing out his throat. “I guess I am just not used to it…being back here with you and everyone.”

Gaze softening you gave him a smile cupping his cheeks. “If you ever want to kiss me just do it alright.”

Letting out the breath he was holding in, Bruno slowly wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Smiling he then rested his forehead against your own. “I can do that.”

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historysquib · 2 years

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One-Year-Old Isabela

Agustín sat at the piano, clacking away at a melodious tune. He got lost in playing fairly often as his fingers swiftly graced the keys while Julieta and baby Isabela prepared for bed. Some people read before bed to relax, he enjoyed playing a few songs before bed. As he kept playing, a slight interruption occurred. A gentle tug on his pant leg signaled someone was in his presence. A glance down, a tiny face greeted him with a smile.

"Pa," the tiny baby babbled with a wide grin.

Agustín beamed at her, lifting his sweet baby up into his lap. Excited, Isa slapped the keys to the piano. A sound that would make most musicians cringe, he let his little girl play on the keys. Notes flew out from the most thunderous sound to the brightest bing as Isa played. Leaning against the doorframe, Julieta watched the duo clack away on keys. She could hear the encouraging words of her husband speaking softly to their baby.

"Like this, amor," Agustín gently pressed down on the key.

Isa giggled, resulting in more keys being pushed and more fun sounds filling the room. The duet’s laughter and the piano created the perfect melody for Agustín. Here was his sweet baby girl playing happily on the instrument he loved so much. He could only hope she would embrace a love for music like him. Watching his happy baby giggling and smiling, Agustín never wanted the moment to end.

Five-year-old Isabela

"Here is the new sheet music that I came up with. Go ahead and give it a try," He encouraged.

Isabela studied the music and began playing, "Papí, this note doesn't make sense here. It should sound like this," She said, hitting a different key.

He focused and asked her to play the original and the slight change. She played it twice as he listened intently.

"Ay Isa, you are a natural. That sounds much better," Agustín smiled.

Isabela beamed at her father's words. He could feel her pride fill the room as she began to play again. Every note was hit with such grace at the right time. A smile appeared when he noticed the flower petals dance along the keys. It had only been a few months of her newly acquired flower power but a clear indication that Isa was happy playing. Everything from the sound to the petals showed that the little girl was feeling good and at peace. Another moment that Agustín was sure he never wanted to let go of.

Ten-year-old Isa

"It's okay, it isn't perfect," Agustín reassured, turning the sheet music back to the beginning.

The song he had Isabela playing was a challenging piece of music. It wasn't easy, but he would attempt to have her play it. She was so gifted at the piano that he wanted her to at least try.

A frustrated sigh came from her mouth, followed by, "Why can't I get it? It isn't supposed to sound like that!"

She slammed the keys resulting in an unpleasant sound and flower petals fluttering everywhere. He sat back as Isabela's elbow leaned on the keys. Her head fell into her hand as she looked down, not facing her father. She sat there tracing the keys with her fingers.

He sighed. Her perfectionist tendencies have always been there, but since her gift ceremony five years ago, her perfectionism had been in overdrive.

"It's not going to be perfect the first time you play it," Agustin states.

Isabela continued looking down, "I'm not going to get it, Papí. I keep messing it up."

"Isa," He whispered, "I know it's hard. It just takes a little while to learn it. It took me some time to learn this piece."

"It has to be perfect!" She snapped. "I am trying, and it isn't turning out! It has to be perfect, Papí!"

Agustín sighed, pushing her hair off her face. His heart hurt at his daughter's frustration. He would never bring up his own frustrations about how much pressure was put on his daughter to uphold a standard at the mere age of ten. He took a breath and began to comment, "Mi flor, you will get this. Give it some time. I know you can do it. I want to remind you that it's okay when things aren't perfect. Sometimes things take time, and that's okay too." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Isa looked up at her dad and gave him a big grin. She vowed, "Okay, Papí. I will keep practicing, and it will be okay." She began to play the piece again, not getting frustrated when she hit the wrong key, or the timing was off. Agustín would always be his girls' biggest cheerleader in moments of doubt and uncertainty. A constant in their corner.

Fifteen-year-old Isabela

Julieta listened intently to how excited Agustín was for the new piece of music he found to play with Isabela. His voice practically sang. Julieta smiled at how happy her husband was that their eldest daughter played piano with him once a week since she was little.

She darted through the kitchen out of the door, not even acknowledging her parents, who stood there.

He jumped up and hollered after the blur that was his daughter, "Isa! Wait, what about your lessons today?"

She froze and turned slowly, "Abuela needs me to put some floral pieces together for the Contreras's engagement party."

"Well, I can go with you and help, then we can practice," Agustín suggested.

"No, thank you, Papí," Isabela muttered. "Plus, I think it's better if I go by myself. We wouldn't want any accidents." She shrugged, giving her parents a half smile. As soon as the words left her mouth, Julieta closed her eyes, knowing they would hit him like a dagger.

A wave of devastation slapped him in the face. He stared at Isabela with hurt in his eyes. Looking away, he whispered, "Okay, Isa. Have fun."

Julieta watched their daughter leave before looking at Agustín, who had already left the kitchen. Her heart broke for the two of them. Agustín just wanted to spend time with Isabela and do what they always enjoyed doing. However, the little girl, who spent time with her papí, was growing up.

20-Year-old Isabela

Agustín sat at the piano, scribbling some notes on the composition paper. Isabela walked by the music room when he looked up.

"Isa!" He called to her, "Play some bars with me. For old time's sake?"

She paused and grinned, "Okay, Papí. I'll play." Agustín lept up, trying to play it cool.

"Alright, I just threw this together. Try it out." He set up the music on the piano ledge. She looked over the music, sitting down on the bench. Isa studied the music intently while placing her fingers on the keys to play. Like old times, she started to move among the keys. Playing like she never stopped, her father watched excitedly. She fell into playing the melody perfectly. A big smile draped across her face, a smile that Agustín hadn't seen in a long time. A familiar scent found its way to his nose, the smell of heliconia, as flower petals flooded the keys. Agustín followed the music, bouncing between the sheet music and Isa’s delicate fingers. Every now and then, a chuckle or word of encouragement fell from his mouth. Soon, their moment was interrupted by the matriarch of the family.

"Isabela, what are you doing?" Alma asked.

The young woman shot up, fixing her dress. "Ay, I'm sorry, Abuela. I was on my way–."

"I asked her to play the new bars I wrote. It was my fault," Agustín confessed.

"Be sure that you finish your chores before playing around. Señora Guzmán is expecting flower samples for her granddaughter's wedding bouquet," Alma declared, adjusting her earring before walking out.

Isa looked away shyly, upset that she had let herself get distracted. She hurried out of the piano room.

"Sorry, Papí. I have to go. I'll see you at dinner!"

"Isa, I am sorry! I didn't mean to distract you!" Agustín yelled out for her, but Isa was out the door. A wave of disappointment crushed his heart.

22-Year-Old Isa

Agustín had finished organizing the music room in the newly built Casita. Since the fall, the family spent their days rebuilding Casita and making amends with one another. Apologies allowed among the family members allowed them to bond about things. Agustín was happy that his family began repairing their relationships with one another. Mirabel and Isabela cultivated a better relationship with each other that created a better relationship between the Madrigal sisters. Alma and Mirabel amended their relationship after several serious conversations. His heart soared that his family could bounce back after many years of differences. His heart bursted with gratitude at the thought his family healing. He finished placing the last tiple on the wall, startled by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his eldest daughter smiling at him.

"Hola Papí," Isa grinned, looking around the room. "It looks great in her better than it did before! I like how the tiple wall looks."

"Ay, thank you. I wanted to try something new," Agustín shrugged, looking at the wall. "I figured that the wall could use more decoration. Why not decorate them with instruments?"

"I like it a lot. Very aesthetically pleasing to the eye,” Isabela beamed before whispering, “Umm, can I talk to you about something?"

"You know you always can. I'm always in your corner. I'm here to listen to you." He was always the best listener, giving his full attention to whoever he was talking to.

"I would like to start off with an apology. Papí, I am sorry that I stopped playing piano with you."

"Isa," Agustín sighed. "You don't need to apologize."

"I do, though. Time always got away from me because of my chores. I never had time to do what I wanted like okay the piano and spend time with you. I hurt your feelings too. I worried about my image that I struggled with wanting to be around anything that could disrupt my image," Isa confessed. "I'm so sorry, papí." Tears rolled down her cheek as exasperated sighed fell from her mouth. Engulfing her in a giant embrace, she cried even harder.

"You have nothing to apologize for, mi flor," her father comforted, hugging her. "I was never upset with you. At times, my feelings would be hurt but I never blamed you. You were growing up. No one wants their embarrassing dad around them."

"I missed playing piano with you. I’m so for everything," she cried, wiping her face, trying hard to collect herself.

Agustín held his daughter, whispering that it would be okay and there was no reason to feel guilty. He assured her that they would be alright and his love for her would never falter no matter what.

Isa pulled away, looking up at her father with a great feeling of admiration. "Pa, do you know what would make me feel better?"

"What's that, mija?"

Isa walked over to the piano and pressed a key. A grin crept on her face, "Do you have time for a piano lesson?"

Agustín's sudden smile lit up the room erasing all the memories of lost time. He leaned against the piano, "Of course. What would you like to play?"

I just wanted to write a wholesome father daughter moment between Isabela and Agustín. @sophiasi1172 told me that it is possible Isa pushed her father away because he is so accident prone. She didn’t want her father to harm her perfect image.

#agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #Encanto #encanto fic #drabble #father daughter moments #squib fanfiction #light angst #fluffy #family fluff

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