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gamerbearmira · 4 months

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Christmas...but...sad...

HEY GUYSSSSS I SAID. ANGST AND FLUFF. WELL HERES THE HURT/COMFORT.

This took me a lot longer because I was also writing the other one, and I did some quick art before I left. Currently??? Its almost done, so I'll post it a bit later. But for now have this <\\\\333

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The remaining members of the Madrigal family sat in the now desolate Casita. The snow whirled around outside, and the walls of the house d Wid little to shield those within. The candle was melting, almost on its last leg. Casita had almost no magic, its movements old. Antonio shuddered, his small body shaking as he looked up at his older sister. Dolores pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him in a poor attempt to keep him warm. Isabela and Mirabel were curled up together, trying to keep each other warm. The gifts had long since faded and disappeared, and they were left with nothing. Luisa sat next to Camilo, who huddled underneath his poncho, though he was just as cold as before.

Dolores frowned as she felt Antonio grab her hand. His little hands were freezing, shivering in the cold winter air. They were stiff, and it was clear he had some form of frostbite. He was still so cold.

The six tried to huddle closer, trying to form some kind of body heat. The melting candle offered no warmth, and the little light it gave was dying slowly. It was only a matter of time at this point.

Luisa, not wanting anyone to remain cold, had an idea. Using the last of her strength, she scooped up her hermanas and her primis. Her arms wrapped around them, shielding them from the snow falling through the roof and the cold air that only seemed to grow more.

No words were said as they sat there. Their eyes stayed on the candle, though occasionally they would drift towards each other or the pictures on the wall that were covered in frost. The pictures of the family they once were, that they once had. But it seemed like they were now being punished, and they couldn't do anything about it. All they could do was pray the storm would end, biding their time.

It seemed like it had been hours. It could have been, not that they could tell. Their perception of time was long gone; all the clocks had frozen. Antonio was barely moving, his eyes glazed over. The only thing that even indicated his still being there was his breath in the cold air. But even that was staggering.

"Lola..." Antonio looked up at Dolores, who had been holding him. But it wasn't lost on the other four that Antonio wasn't going to last much longer. They couldn't help but look at him with glassy eyes.

"Yes, Toñito?" Dolores asked, trying to hide the breaking in her voice.

"I'm...so tired. I know you said not to but...I wanna go to sleep," Antonio said, curling closer to the group huddle. His eyelids kept falling, lower and lower, and he was failing to keep them up.

Dolores felt a lump form in her throat, and she looked down at Antonio. As much as she wanted him to remain awake, she knew he was probably in pain, and he wouldn't even last the night had to go to sleep at one point anyway.

"Ok, Antonio. You...you can go to sleep," Dolores said, her voice finally cracking. The others watched on with tears in their eyes that threatened to fall. Antonio looked at them confused, his child's mind not understanding what was happening.

"Why are you crying? I'm not going anywhere," Antonio closed his eyes, his breathing slowing. "I promise...it's only for a little while. Buenos noches."

The other five watched him, his breathing slowing more and more. They hoped he had a good dream, and hoped he joined the rest of the family and got away from the cold.

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Antonio looked around. He was in Casita. It looked...normal though. Before the storm. Before the magic died.

"Hello?" He called, suddenly feeling a lot warmer. But he felt alone. He didn't know where everyone was. He wondered if his siblings or primas were here. It was over, the storm was over, so...where were they?

"Antonio?" Antonio turned around, hearing a familiar voice. "Is that you?"

"¡Papá!" Antonio exclaimed with a smile, running into Félix's arms. The man picked his son up, smiling, though confused.

"Y-You're here? Already?" Felíx asked and Antonio looked at him in innocence.

"What do you mean?" Antonio asked. Felíx's eyebrows raised as he realized what Antonio had said. He didn't understand. But something in Felíx told him not to tell the small boy.

"Don't worry about it mijo. Why don't we go meet the others while we wait for your primas and hermanos," Felíx suggested and Antonio cheered. He hugged his father close, feeling warm as he was carried away into a strange light.

Dolores didn't let go of Antonio. He was so cold, and so still. And she still didn't let go. None of them did. They refused to let of him, of each other. Now more than ever, they needed to stay. They couldn't let themselves be alone, not now, not ever.

The candle was getting lower and lower. The light was dying. The magic was too, and with it, the snowstorm was only getting stronger. What was left of Casita was falling apart. The wood was falling away, the age showing. More snow piled in, and it was clear the house might not make the night.

"Get closer," Isabela said, and the all got even closer, if that was possible. Luisa's large arms were still wrapped around them, taking the brunt of the storm. Snow piled on her, though she could no longer feel the cold sleet melting through her dress and onto her skin.

Her eyelashes were frosted, and she blinked, her eyes growing blurry. She teared up but didn't let any fall. Not that she could. It seemed like they were freezing on the spot. She knew. But she didn't tell them.

"I love you guys. And I'll always protect you," Luisa said softly, her voice faint, a stark contrast to what it used to be.

Mirabel clung to her older sister's arm. "We love you too Luisa," she murmured, the other 3 mumbling the same sentiment.

It took a moment. Only a moment. But Mirabel realized that she got no response. Usually Luisa, even in their current predicament, would always respond with something about loving them more. But she didn't. She said nothing. Mirabel couldn't hear anything. Though her glasses were covered in frost, she managed to shakily squeeze Luisa's hand.

Luisa's hand remained still.

"L-Luisa?" Mirabel said through chattering teeth, looking up at her sister, who was still hugging them. Mirabel swore her breath left her when she saw Luisa's face. It was still. There was a small smile, but that was it. Her eyes, they were open, low-lidded. But she didn't blink.

"Luisa?"

Luisa blinked away her grogginess, groaning softly as she sat up. She was still on the floor, but her arms were empty. Before she could panic, she caught a glimpse of socks. Socks only worn by one person she knew.

"Papá?" Luisa said unsurely, looking up. Agustín stood there, looking nothing like he did the last time she saw him. He looked like he did any other day. He helped her up, a bright smile on his face as he greeted her.

"Hola mija," he said softly, and Luisa stared at him. She looked around once more before realizing what happened. Tears well up in her eyes, and Agustín quickly pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into his shoulder, apologizing over and over again.

"I couldn't protect them...I'm so sorry..." She said between sobs, and Agustín stood there holding her. After she had calmed down some, he pulled her back.

"Luisa. It's not your fault. None of this is. And you don't have to worry anymore, ok?" He reassured her. Luisa sniffed, looking down before nodding. "You did all you could, and that is more than enough. Now, come on. The others are waiting."

Luisa held her father's hand, and he guided her into the soft and strangely comforting light.

Four. There were only four of them now. And with Luisa having joined the rest of the family, they knew that it was only a matter of time before the rest of them went as well. It was a waiting game, one that they wanted no part up, but had no choice but to play in.

The candle wax melted slowly. So slowly, it was almost painful to watch. But they had nothing better to do. It provided no warmth and barely any light. Because of that, they had no reason to make any effort to keep it lit. Besides, without their abuela, there was no point in trying.

"You know flowers don't last very long in the cold," Isabela said, attempting to laugh, though she failed miserably. "And neither will I. Not for much longer."

"Isa? What are you saying?" Dolores asked, and Mirabel was already crying at Isabela's implication.

Isabela simply smiled at Dolores, before finally speaking. "I mean," she said, leaning against Luisa, the fatigue in her eyes obvious. "I'm going to go to sleep too."

Mirabel did her best to move forward, grabbing onto Isabela's hands. "No, no, Isa, you can't," she said, her voice breaking, the cold tears streaming down her face. "D-Don't leave me, Isa, please, you...you can't."

Isabela cupped Mirabel's face, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry Mira. But I can't...I can't fight anymore. I love you."

Mirabel desperately tried to get Isabela to wake up. She did. But she just stayed still, her eyes closed as she leaned against Luisa's still body. It took forever to get away, and Mirabel cried, Camilo holding her close in an attempt to comfort her, knowing both her sisters were gone.

Isabela looked around at the kitchen she had woken up in. It was Casota's kitchen. Of course, it wasn't covered in snow, and everything was still intact. Which confused her. And last she knew she was in the corner of the candle room watching the candle die after saying goodbye to her sister.

Isabela's eyes widened as she covered her mouth. "Am I dead?"

Before Isabela could even attempt to panic she felt a warm hand grab her own, and she was turned around. His eyes widened when she saw Julieta's warm smile as she looked at her daughter. Isabela could hardly believe her eyes when she saw her.

"Hola Isabela," she said softly, the same soft voice she had missed so much. "Are you hungry?" Isabela looked down and saw an arepa in her hand. It was warm, fresh off the stove.

She hesitantly took a bite. As soon as she did, tears streamed down her face, and Julieta held her close, guiding her towards the soft light. "Come on mija. It's ok. You don't have to worry anymore."

Dolores watched Camilo and Mirabel. The two were curled up together, Camilo comforting Mirabel. Dolores couldn't help but smile at the memory of her walking into the nursery and seeing Camilo comforting Mirabel right after the ceremony. He refused to leave her side for weeks.

Dolores felt her eyelids falling, and she nodded off for a moment. Though she could no longer do it, she could feel her heartbeat slowing. She wondered if Mariano was ok. Did he get out of the Encanto before the storm started? Or was he gone like the rest of them?

At least she got to confess to him. While they never did get married, or have the kids they wanted...at least she was able to be with him, even if it was only for a little while.

Dolores shifted, her head leaning against Isabela's cold shoulder as she held the still very cold and stiff Antonio. She hadn't let him go and she didn't intend to. She looked at Camilo and Mirabel, still curled up close. Mirabel had long since calmed down now, but behind her frosted green glass, and in the faint light of the candle, she could see her eyes were puffy.

Camilo seemed to notice Dolores looking at them. He stared at her for a moment before he finally realized she had stopped moving. Her breaths were barely coming out, even in the cold air amid the snow.

"Lola? You...you're not leaving too, are you?" Camilo asked in a shaky voice. Dolores's eyes shifted, and she smiled at her younger brother. She reached her hand hand, and Camilo grabbed it. He tried to act tough, but she could see the tears welling up in his already red eyes. "You're hands are so cold...if you go to sleep...I won't stop you. But I will cry."

Dolores laughed at Camilo's attempt at a joke. Even now, he was still trying to make her laugh. "Te amo hermanito."

Camilo smiled, blinking away tears as he squeezed her hand and held Mirabel a little closer. "Te amo, hermana."

Dolores looked around. She was on the stairs of Casita. She looked down and noticed they were still intact. The wood wasn't broken, there were no cracks or splinters. She carefully stepped down, walking down the stairs as slowly as she could, looking around.

"Hello? Camilo? Mirabel?" She looked around, not seeing anyone. "I-Is anyone here?" Dolores was getting worried, and maybe a little scared.

"Dolores, up here mija," Dolores turned around, looking up the stairs. Pepa was standing there, a bright smile on her face and a rainbow over her head. Dolores said nothing, and immediately scrambled up the stairs. As soon as she was close, she met Pepa with a tight huh.

"You're here! You're actually here!" Dolores sobbed, burying her face in her chest. Pepa hugged her eldest, gently petting her hair.

"Of course. I wouldn't leave you alone forever, you know that," Pepa said softly, kissing Dolores' head. She helped the girl up, letting her lean against her. "Come on. The family is waiting for us."

Camilo hugged Mirabel close. His poncho did little to keep him warm, but he desperately hoped Mirabel was warm enough. It was just him and her, just like when they were kids. It was sort of ironic, they spent some of their first moments together, and now they were possibly spending their last together.

"Camilo?" Mirabel asked in a quiet voice, unable to look at him anymore, her glasses completely frosted over.

"Yeah?" He said, his eyes heavy as he stared at the almost-out candle.

"Did you...did you ever think it would end like this?" Mirabel asked. Camilo paused, not saying anything. He looked at the faces of the other family members before he looked towards Mirabel. He could see the fear in her face, and he no doubt knew he also had fear in his eyes.

He was scared to go. But he knew it had to happen.

"No," he said simply. He felt his eyes growing heavier and heavier. The cold no longer hit him, the storm was nothing to his raw and frostbitten skin. He carefully removed his poncho. The fabric was frozen, and he shook it before placing it on Mirabel, who looked confused.

"Camilo? What are you...?" Mirabel asked, looking at her primo, though she considered him a twin.

"I might not have thought it'd have ended like this, but I'm glad you're here with me," Camilo said. Mirabel looked at him, and at first, she looked angry. Angry that he was going, and she couldn't do anything about it. But as Camilo leaned against Luisa, Mirabel just grabbed his hand, leaning against him and sobbing. "This is some Christmas huh?"

Mirabel let out a watery laugh at his poorly made joke. She sniffed, holding his hand. "Yeah, it is."

"Maybe we'll be primos or twins...in another universe," Camilo said, his eyes closing, and he only heard Mirabel's voice.

"Maybe," Mirabel whispered, clutching Camilo's poncho.

Camilo looked around. He was sitting on one of the couches, which was in the same condition it was before the candle and storm fiasco. He stood slowly, and he walked around the courtyard for a moment.

"Uh...hello?" He called out but got no initial answer.

Was he alone? Had he ended up alone, what happened to Mirabel? He wanted to go back if was alone, he didn't wanna alone.

Camilo was panicking slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he continuously looked around. He suddenly heard the sound of rushed footsteps. Flying around the corner was Bruno, who looked out of breath. Camilo stared in shock, unable to articulate words.

"I...I'm here! Sorry, I'm late," Bruno said standing up. He had an unsure smile on his face as he looked at Camilo. "So uh...long time no see, huh?"

Camilo didn't know what to say, and he simply threw himself into Bruno's arms. The man looked shocked, looking around before looking back at Camilo, who was still hugging him. Bruno hesitated, before wrapping his arms around his oldest nephew.

"I missed you so much," Camilo said, not letting Bruno.

He smiled pulling him closer. "I missed you too kid. I missed you a lot." Bruno hugged Camilo for a moment longer before he pulled away. "Come one. We gotta go meet the rest of the family."

Camilo stopped, causing Bruno to look back. "What about Mirabel? She's...she's still there, alone!"

Bruno gave a sad smile as he looked at Camilo. "She won't be alone for much longer. I promise. Now come on." Camilo paused for a moment before taking Bruno's hand, following Bruno into the light ahead.

Mirabel had nothing in her. She couldn't fight anymore. She was alone, and she didn't want to be alone. She was so cold, she felt hot, but she refused to remove Camilo's poncho. She wouldn't. Refused.

She stared at the candle, which was nothing was a small flame. The wax had melted away, and the wick was barely holding up against the winds, which had only gotten stronger.

"I guess it's time for me to go to sleep too," Mirabel said. She reached over with a tired, heavy arm, and grabbed the candle. She held it close, and for the first time in a while, she felt something equivalent to warmth. She cradled it in her hands, watching the flame slowly die out.

Smoke was left in the place of the flame. Mirabel held the small piece of wax, and her eyes slowly began to close. She felt herself growing more and more tired. She finally closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't be alone more.

Mirabel opened her eyes, standing in the courtyard of Casita. She looked around, marveling at the fact that the house was almost new, or at least when it first formed. She looked around for anyone but spotted no one.

As she walked forward, she saw something fluttering. She walked closer, slowly. It was a small golden butterfly. She couldn't help but follow it, her eyes light with a gentle glow. She kept walking until she got to the entrance of the dining room. She stopped short, seeing her abuela...and her abuelo. Two people she thought she'd never see.

"Abuela? Abuelo? What...?" Mirabel stopped, and Alma walked closer, cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

"We've been waiting for you nieta," Alma said and grabbed her hand.

"Really?" Mirabel asked and Pedro nodded.

"Yes," he said gently and guided her alongside Alma. Mirabel was confused for a moment, but after entering the soft light, that led into the dining room. Her eyes widened.

The whole family was there. The ones she thought had left her for good. She thought she'd never seen them again, but here they were. Pedro sat her down next to Antonio, who smiled up at her, and Luisa, who did the same.

"You guys are here?" Mirabel asked with a laugh of disbelief.

"Yes. And now that everyone's here, we can start Christmas dinner," Alma smiled, sitting down at her seat at the head, while Pedro sat at the other end. Mirabel paused but didn't say anything. She simply nodded, happy to join her family.

Finally, they were together again. And they didn't intend to leave each other ever again.

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SADNESS, MUCH SADNESS :(((

But yeah. Half based on the little match girl and. Some other random crap, idk. I just wanted to write Christmas angst. But I will post fluff later <333

ANYWAY. SORRYBI DON'T HAVE ANY ART THIS YEAR :((( BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! I hope everyone has a great day ❗❓🗣🗣🗣

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