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[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 3: Reunion

“You can let go now.” Bruno squirmed uncomfortably in Pepa’s grasp.

“Ay, but I missed you so much, hermanito.” Pepa squeezed him more tightly. “Can’t I have this moment of joy?”

“Can’t- breathe-“ Bruno gasped out, fighting against Pepa.

“Easy, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s shoulder. “His eyes are starting to pop out of his head.”

Reluctantly, Pepa loosened her grip.

Relieved, Bruno took a deep breath, just as Julieta pounced on him.

“What do all of you have against breathing?” He griped, sinking limply into the hug.

“Brunito, we haven’t seen you in ten years.” Alma said, her eyes misty with tears. “Surely you understand.”

“I do, but you won’t get to see me much longer if you don’t let me breathe!” He finally managed to wriggle out of the hug.

Pepa and Julieta looked at him, hurt.

Bruno sighed. “Alright, come here.” He held his arms open. “Ah, one arm hugs. One arm hugs!” He put up his hands preemptively.

This time, his sisters were gentler with him.

Bruno closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the hug. “It’s good to see you, guys. I missed you.”

“We missed you too.” Suddenly, Pepa pulled away from the hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on us like that again!” She smacked him in the arm.

Wincing, Bruno shook out his arm. “Easy, Pepa. Keep me in one piece.” He covered his mouth with his hand and turned towards Julieta. “I forgot how strong she was.”

Hearing that, Pepa scooped him up in his arms and twirled him around. “Strong enough to pick you up, and don’t you forget it!” Realizing something, she frowned, setting him down on the ground. “Bruno, you’re so light. Have you been eating?”

He shrugged. “I got enough food. Sometimes it was hard to sneak some from the kitchen because someone would always be in there, but I’d get the rats to grab me a few arepas to tide me over.”

“Rats-“ Julieta looked horrified then sighed, smiling contentedly. “It’s over now. You can eat as much as you’d like, and no more rats in my kitchen!”

“What about other animals?” Antonio piped up, eyes shining eagerly.

“Toñito, I think Parce might be bigger than the kitchen,” Félix pointed out with a chuckle.

Everyone laughed.

“Food actually sounds pretty good,” Bruno admitted. “I haven’t eaten since,” he put up a few fingers, counting, “no matter, I’m hungry!”

Camilo’s stomach grumbled in agreement. “Let’s eat!”

“Great idea, Milo.” Julieta nodded approvingly. “I can go get started on dinner.”

“We’ll join you,” Pepa said, joining her side.

Bruno looked between the two warily. “Uh, Pepa’s allowed in the kitchen now?”

Félix shook his head “no” at Bruno but stilled his motion at a glare from Pepa.

Bruno nodded. “So, uh, dinner!” He said brightly. “Let’s go!” He stopped walking when he noticed Camilo examining him through narrowed eyes. “Something wrong, Camilo?”

Camilo gave him a disappointed once over. “You’re so…short,” Camilo pronounced.

Bruno blinked, confused. “Thank you?”

“Camilo!” Pepa whirled on her son. “That’s so rude.”

“You called him short all the time,” Agustín pointed out, becoming the latest victim of her glare.

“That’s different. That’s sibling privilege,” Pepa countered. “Camilo, you can’t say things like that to your tío.”

“Why not? He’s so short.” Camilo blew his bangs out of his eyes. “I thought he’d be like seven feet tall!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, kid. I’m not some kind of boogeyman. Just your regular, everyday tío with a pack of rats at his service.” He bowed with a flourish.

Dolores slid in alongside him. “About the rats…tío, now that you’re finally here…” She trailed off. “Not that you were ever really gone, I could hear you in the walls, you know,” she mentioned proudly as an aside.

Bruno chuckled. “I’m guessing you were the one responsible for the conveniently ‘forgotten’ food left in the kitchen?”

Dolores’ face assumed a guilty expression. “Guilty?” She glanced out of the corner of her eye towards Julieta, who wasn’t paying attention.

Bruno waved off her concern. “Hey, no sweat. You might’ve just saved my life with that, so thank you. So what’s up?”

“Well, since I could hear you in there…” Dolores brushed a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “I heard some of your performances.” Her voice sounded more confident now. “And I am just dying to know what happens with José and María!”

“Oh.” Bruno appeared taken aback.

“Do they end up together? Or does Carmen break them up? What happens next? I need to know!” Dolores squealed, gripping his arm tightly.

“You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?” Bruno shook his head good-naturedly. “Okay, so I don’t have all of it planned out yet, but here’s what I was thinking…”

They walked together as he narrated to her, his words punctuated by excited gasps and squeals.

Eventually, the family meandered inside. The kitchen became a whirlwind of activity, underscored by overlapping conversations. Finally, dinner was ready, and everyone took their places at the table, with Bruno at the head.

Next to him, Alma stood up, raising her glass. “To our family. May we never be separated again.”

Glasses clinked together at the first of many reunited Madrigal family dinners.

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[in-doing-so-he-floods-my-brain]

I am quite convinced that Felix has an album full of photos of his sexy wife. Photos just for him because he clearly shouldn’t see another woman (or at least that’s what Pepa says)

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[singinprincess]

15 questions & 15 mutuals

tagged by @sculien

were you named after anyone? yes

when was the last time you cried? honestly don't remember.

do you have kids? not yet.

do you use sarcasm a lot? in this economy??

what's the first thing you notice about people? oh, I'm not sure... eyes/smile

what's your eye colour? boring

scary movies or happy endings? happy

any special talents? singing

where were you born? Canada

what are your hobbies? singing, writing, gifmaking, jewelry making

have any pets? yes, a cat named Oliver

what sports do you play/have you played? I haven't played sports since highschool

how tall are you? 5'6

favourite subject in school? psychology

dream job? singer

tagging: @chameli @lunarlesbianlove @operativecantkillme @foreveranevilregal @yeongsshin @detelliotstabler @adi-dion @shahrukh-khan @madneyslifeline @therapizededdie & anyone else who wants to do it

#meme #about me #airi tag 👻

[caramella120]

Bro fr? Aight.

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP (or post where you last left off on in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thanks for tagein me @empty-cryptid

I'm gonna do something unexpected.

Here's the last line I WROTE lol:

"You could almost see hearts forming between them, as Pepa once again stared at Felix while singing:"

To bad I'm never gonna post this lol.(it's so bad)

No pressure to do it:

@foreveranevilregal @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves @cloudy-encanto @im-just-a-br0adway-baby @madrigaljail @fnafgamer4373 @delisae @weather-mama @wikluk @glitternightingale @overly-dramatic-artist @spinnzi @stack-of-all-trades

Love you guys<3

I'm not doing 17 @'s I'm too tiered for this.

#wip #challange #encanto

[inthishousewestanspiderpunk]

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#as a chunky brit with big tatas i am in no way built for this kind of heat

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#5

Hi everyone! This is the second Encanto smut fic I have done and the first in my circus, travelling show au! The idea is the Madrigal family have a travelling circus and each member of the family uses their gifts in an act or as a way to help the family. They are a bit more corrupt than in the film, but it's done with the best of intentions. At the end of the day, they need to survive and have money in order to do so and if it means Camilo pickpocketing or Luisa always winning at arm wrestling for ten pesos a go, then so be it.

This is based off the song "Rhythm of the Tambourine" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical and whenever I hear it, I just think Pepa. Guess it helps that's the musical my theatre group is doing this year.

Also, I am acknowledging that it is a repeat of what I published a week ago, but Tumblr posted it as a quote rather than a post and the notes weren't doing so hot. And if the Spanish is completely botched, I do apologise as well, that is Google translate, though I did get help from @foreveranevilregal who is a dear Internet friend of mine.

Hope you enjoy!

Charlotte :) x

"People are staring."

People were staring. They were staring and cheering and clapping and whooping and yelling. And Félix fucking loved it. He loved that others got to see how his vida, his sól, his...everything, move and sway to the music that the band was playing. Pepa laughed, carefree and glowing as she pulled up the silk hem of her dress to reveal a flash of a pale, freckled and oh so beautiful leg, much to the crowd's delight.  She had them eating out of the palm of her hand and she knew it. Félix whistled and clapped louder than anyone else and threw over her tambourine that she would use in her performances. Whenever the tambourine came into play was when things got really intense and interesting. Both Pepa and Félix knew the routine by heart now as did the rest of the family. Pepa would start playing her tambourine, slapping it on her hip to the beat and revelling in the applause and adoration that she received. It was whilst the crowd was distracted, that Camilo would start his pickpocketing, transforming into a multitude of people so as not to arouse too much suspicion. Antonio helped his brother by turning on the cute and asking ladies that he and his baby capybara were lost and looking for his mother. The ladies would coo and aw and start helping by looking through the crowds, by which point Dolores always interrupted, charging through asking if anyone had seen her child and his baby capybara. "Mamá!" Antonio cried, hugging his sister close. "Tonio, there you are!" Dolores shook her head and looked at the women apologetically. "Lo siento, he always goes missing. Even though," she'd say, turning him upside down. "I tell him not to. Maybe you'd like to be sold to the circus hombrecito? Huh?" Antonio burst into fits of giggles, much to the delight and relief of the women who had helped. "Now, what do you say to the nice ladies?" Antonio smoothed his shirt as he was placed on the floor, looking away shyly. "Gracias señoras," he whispered, his eyes dark and round. The eldest of the women handed over a ten peso note to Antonio and patted him on the head. "Get yourself something nice, ¿entiendes, joven?" "Si! Gracias!" Satisfied all was well, she nodded and shuffled away to join her friends. Antonio immediately put it in his pocket and held onto Dolores' hand as they weaved through the crowds. "Why do I have to be bait? Can't I do something else?" Dolores rolled her eyes a little, holding onto his hand more firmly. "Tonito, we've been through this already, recordar? Mamá told you, you're the bait cos you're small and cute. Camilo was the same when he was your age, as was I." Antonio slumped his shoulders, looking away. "It's no fun though! Chispi junior is getting tired of it." The young capybara who was following the duo pretended to drop dead for effect  twitching its back paw. Antonio bent down and whispered to it. "Get up, we're not doing dead pet today," he hissed, watching as it rolled back over with a squeak.

On the main stage, Pepa was starting to tire but she never let it show, she didn't allow herself to. The spectators wanted a performance and a performance they got. She signalled to the band to slow the music down to something more seductive, more sensual. Pepa rolled her shoulder to the crowd and let a slip of bare skin show through. Félix felt himself flush and his pants become taut; she always caused this to happen to him and if she allowed it, he would be having his way with her later on. Showering her with praise; for a good show, for getting him so fucking hard, for sucking his cock like a good girl, giving paying eyes a performance they wouldn't forget. It wasn't often that they would do this, but on occasion through word of mouth, for a fee and the right words, they would put on a show that only himself and his corazon would usually experience. He was a showman, after all, and whilst sharing his wife was out of the question, he loved knowing that people would be willing to hand over their hard earned cash, knowing that all they had for relief was their hand, whilst he had this gorgeous goddess of a woman to help him.

With a final flourish, Pepa skidded on her knees and began to crawl lowly towards a particularly keen member of the audience, who was enchanted and also intimidated. She wraps her silk scarf around him, pressing herself into his chest as she whispered something in his ear with a wink. He nods and gulps. Félix chuckled as he watched all the blood leave from this poor soul's head. "Thata girl Pepita," he whispered to himself, praising his beloved from afar. "Conseguir mas clientes para papi."

Later that night, there were a handful of men in Pepa and Félix's tent, watching the couple as they got intimate with one another. There were only two rules that both Félix and Pepa agreed on before deciding to give this exhibitionism a go; cash upfront and no touching the goods. Customers could touch themselves and each other even, but if they were to reach out or touch Félix or Pepa, the show immediately stopped and they would be promptly kicked out and banned for life.

The atmosphere was humid and fuggy, which in a way helped as the audience wasn't as noticeable and Pepa could truly concentrate on herself and Félix. "Ay, hay una buena chica. Te gusta que papi te llene, ¿no?" he grunted, digging his fingers into the delicate skin of her thighs, where there was sure to be bruising. Pepa shuddered her breath and nodded. "S-si...me encanta la polla de papi, me llena tan bien...." she squeaked the last part, seeing stars as Félix hit the perfect spot and gave her ass a sharp smack, which intermingled with the slap of his balls against her skin. The younger woman moaned out loud, keening under his touch, bring even more turned on by the fact that they were being watched. Through the fog created by her (that she will never apologise for), she could make out the man from earlier hungrily stroking his length, his gaze totally transfixed on the couple. She shook her head and giggled. "What's the matter? Is someone jealous?" she asked sweetly with a tilt of her head. He was about to speak when she tutted. "Now now, be a good boy and come quietly for me, si? I don't want you to ruin it for these good paying people." He gulped out a yes and nodded. "S-si Señora..."

Félix grinned proudly and bent over to whisper in his wife's ear. "Excellent mi vida," he praised sweetly, making her shudder and a warm rain to start in the room. "Haha, that's my girl!" Félix boomed, clapping. "Wepa, wepa!"

That was what did it for her. Not the fact that she was being watched, lusted after, knowing that she had multiple people under her spell, but Félix giving her praise. Praise that she had long craved for since she was a little girl who was only praised when she was of use to others. Well now she was taking that power back and it felt fucking good. Pepa growled, her nails scratching into the floor as she tensed up with Félix feeling her around his cock. "That's it Pepita, cum for papi. There's a good girl..." he crooned softly to her.

"F - Féli..." she stuttered, rutting against him. "I'm gonna..."

Félix nodded and pulled on her hair. "Lo sé, princesa. Corre en la polla de papá como la zorra que sé que eres."

Pepa's words got stuck in her throat as she hit her high and came hard. The build up she had been experiencing spread throughout her, making her toes and fingers curl and stretch out at the same, a look of pure, concentrated bliss appeared on her face and she breathed deeper as the electricity gave out in favour of warmth, which manifested itself into bright sunshine. Félix smiled as he pulled out as gently as he could, his now soft dick warm and wet with his and Pepa's cum.

They looked knowingly and lovingly at each other, basking in the glow that never failed to occur. "People are watching mi amor," Pepa whispered, putting her hand onto Félix's cheek, her heart still hammering away. Félix merely shrugged and waved confidently to the audience, who had very much enjoyed the show, the sound of flies being done up echoing around the small tent.

"I know."

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39 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#4

One Encanto HC I will fucking die on is when Pepa and Félix are still courting, Pepa is wondering out loud if Félix loves her. It's in thr market square, this big musical number and it's the its in his kiss song by Cher. I am not budging on that. Cue the back up singers consisting of Bruno, Julieta and a few friends being all "is it in his eyes?" and Pepa being like "It's in his kiss..." whilst holding a bunch of flowers and lying back on the flower stall. The stall owner is part annoyed, part concerned. "Are you okay?" *song goes on* "Y-you'd better pay for that!" *Pepa and the others walk off still singing* "I know where you live!"

44 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#3

Found this on Facebook and y'all...I feel seen. I know I'm autistic anyway, but there's no need to call me out like that

*Dewey Duck voice* - You mean it's been autism this whole time?

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101 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

"Write the smut you want to read." - wealwaystalkaboutbruno

Hi everyone! So, I was looking on the blog of foreveranevilregal and noticed that she did Pepa and Félix prompts. Rather spicy ones I may add, so being a Pepa and Félix shipper myself, I shot a message, she shot back and we got chatting! I have taken a prompt from her list of prompts (with permission!) and this is the result. Haven't written smut like this for a good...*thinks for a moment* almost seven years? And it was Glee and also Pitch Perfect #fatamyandbumperforever.

So yeah, hope you enjoy and see what you think!

"What happens if I do this?"

Pepa knew the look in his eyes, the daring, wild, loving look that he used for her and her only. Eyes that said "I love you with every fiber of my being." Eyes that would wink cheekily when his face was in between her thighs (arguably a favourite spot of his). Eyes that looked in complete adoration and awe when she gave birth to each of their children. Now, Félix very much had "come to bed" eyes, the pupil and iris mixing into multiple shades of brown, gold and even flecks of green.

He pursed his lips towards their bedroom door and raised his eyebrows in suggestion. Whilst usually, the younger woman wouldn't even need to be told twice, she was admittedly hesitant; the house was empty, but what if someone came back? What if her mamá went looking for her? Then what? Félix seemed to sense this and strolled over to his wife, placing a gentle but strong hand over the small of her back and peppered her neck with kisses and tiny bites. Pepa turned a deep shade of pink and the temperature in the room turned warmer by a few degrees. Not that the people of the encanto would notice; there had been a bout of good weather, a few degrees warmer wouldn't make anyone assume something was happening.

"Mi vida...." he sang softly, now running his fingers up and down her arm, the tips tracing the tiny hairs. She rolled her eyes at this, but was struggling to resist his charms. It was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. "I know you want it," Félix whispered in a lower tone. Ooh, now she was listening. "You'd look beautiful mi corazon. Spread out, my face in between your legs..." Pepa was all ears. If there was one thing she could never turn down, it was oral. The way he'd use his lips to create suction against her folds, his tongue becoming sharp and poking at her delicate clit, driving her wild every time...

"Okay..." she found herself saying. Félix practically danced with glee, the excitement in his pants already evident. Whilst not particularly long, much like its owner, it was incredibly thick and more than whetted Pepa's seemingly insatiable hunger when the mood took her.

With a grin, Félix flipped her onto his shoulders and gave her ass a short, sharp spank, the sound masking the moan that came out. "That's it, Pepa. Papi's gonna take good care of you."

Pepa's heart was now racing, with the temperature matching her thoughts. Hot, hot and fucking hot. As he carried her up the stairs, Félix wiped his brow. He noticed they had stopped at the picture of his father in law that adorned the wall and was them. He muttered a quick apology about what he was about to do to Pedro's daughter and dashed up the rest of the stairs two at a time, leaving Pepa to cling on for dear life until she was tossed onto their bed with a soft thump. Félix Madrigal was a man on a mission and if his wife ended up being collateral damage, then so be it. She was just about to change her position when Félix lifted his finger whilst searching for supplies with his back turned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he sang in a slightly menacing, but also joking tone.

It wasn't often that Félix let out this side of him, much preferring to be the spectator and worshipper than be in control and whilst it was something that Pepa didn't complain about (and why should she?), even she had to agree that it would be nice to be the one ordered around for once. To be the one in terrified awe of what was going to happen next, what the next touch would bring. All she could do was nod and return to how she was beforehand. A cry of triumph was heard as Félix found what he was looking for. Pepa looked up and her eyes grew wide, a hot and dense cloud appearing overhead. In his hands were a small bottle of lube, a gold and black silky blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, teasing Pepa as they glistened in the light.

"Félix, I-" Pepa was cut short by Félix shushing her softly and instructing her to lift her head, which she did with great ease. Her world turned dark as he tied a blindfold around her eyes, the silk refreshingly cool against her skin. She jumped and squealed as he lightly nipped her earlobe, immediately cooling it down again with a swipe of his tongue.

"Tan hermosa, mi amor..." Félix whispered, leaning over his wife's body. Pepa shivered with anticipation as Félix traced a finger down her cheek and along her side, making sure to stop next to her thigh. "Hmmm..." she heard him muse and drum up and down on her pale complexion. "Ah!" A decision was made. Her head followed the sound; his finger pretending to be impatient as he bunched up her dress with his left hand. Pepa gave a small gasp. She hadn't realised how warm she actually was until her skin was met with the (only slightly) cooler air. Félix clearly didn't want that and tutted in mock disapproval. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" he asked, his fingers now interlacing with the delicate material of her panties. Head shake. Félix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Pepa shot daggers through the dark material. Oh, this was how he was playing, was it? Very well. "No, sir," she muttered, knowing he liked that. Félix felt his pants jump at that; not that he wasn't turned on already, but god damn, something about her calling him 'sir', it just did things to him. "Good girl," he cooed, his fingers now at her core.

If his fingers could talk, they'd be complaining at the heat radiating from the woman of his life, it was crazy how much heat she'd give off! He made eye contact with her, never leaving for a moment as he slipped a digit into the source. He hitched his breath, as did she. She was so warm, so wet and intoxicating, he swore he could get drunk just off her and her alone.

"Félix..." she whispered softly, biting her lip and leaving a darkened trace of where her teeth were. He put a hand up to shush her, the other pumping into a rythmn. In, out, in, out. Oh, she was loosening up nicely; her walls became more slick with arousal and the small whispers of his name had started to become pathetic whimpers parting from her lips. With a menacing grin, he inserted a second finger and curled them both, not once losing rythmn. In out, in out. Pepa's hips buckled into his fingers, having too much fun to notice that the room and the encanto were slowly becoming a sauna.

By this point, even Félix had noticed the heat and had to stop for a second. Pepa let out an indignant whine as his fingers left and didn't curl back in; why was it just when she was getting into a rythmn and enjoying herself that it had to stop? Félix gave a low chuckle and took his shirt off, showing off a solid chest covered with thousands of grey hairs that were shiny with sweat and frizzy from the humidity generated from his wife. She reached out a slender hand and put it on his chest, feeling the dull thumps of his heartbeat, having no doubt that his pants would feel the same. The older man took her hand and kissed it softly, whispering her praises as the taste of skin fell on his eager lips; salt intermingled with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of their favourite wine.

His wife on the other hand, was revelling in the attention that he was bestowing upon her. She loved being showered with praise, sometimes to a fault, but having not heard it unless she was being of service for so long, it wasn't like she could be blamed for having a bit (okay, a lot) of a praise kink.

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My #1 post of 2022

It's HC time my dudes! Awww yeeeeah!

So my twin sister showed me a picture where Félix is carrying baby Antonio in a chest sling (picture for reference) and it got me thinking. I know there's a joke in the Encanto fandom where Camilo and Mirabel are twins seeing how they're so close in age with both Félix and Augustín fearing for their lives during their respective wife's pregnancy, so once both babies are born, Félix takes them both out around the town wearing a baby sling. Camilo in the front and Mirabel chilling in the back. The sweet old dears of the town gather around baby Camilo, cooing and awwing, with Camilo naturally soaking up the attention. Félix seizes his opportunity. "Perdóneme señoras, but I know something better than one baby..." He turns around and there is Mirabel, looking around with her wide, dark eyes. "DOS BEBÉS!"

146 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

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[darkpoisonouslove]

28, 31, 32 :)

28. Do not show an early draft to anyone

Personally, I feel too insecure in order to manage the feat to show a draft to anyone. I have shown one to my dad and that went rather well. And I have shown an outline (which is basically a draft zero) to my best friend and asked her not to pay mind to the stupidity in the parts thaf summarize the action and add notes to the dialogue. That was not the best experience. Not that she did anything that made me feel bad but it was like showing a pixelized version of an image to someone and hoping they will understand what the image is supposed to look like and not mock you for the terrible at that point execution. Do not recommend. I think I would only show a draft to someone once I don't feel like I can improve it anymore on my own. Or I need an opinion on something before I have started polishing it. Other than that, I prefer to keep things to myself simply because I am too pedantic and anxious and also easily embarrassed by the smallest of imperfections.

31. Read your story aloud

I don't find much logic in that although, I have to say, I haven't tried it. I don't see how that will help me tbh. I can feel the rhythm of my atory even if I am not reading it out loud. And, when you think about it, most people who will read it probably won't read it out loud either. I'm not really sure what the purpose of that advice is.

32 is already answered here

#ask #foreveranevilregal #writing #writing advice #writing rules #my options

[the-paris-of-people]

I’m really, really tempted to write the backstory behind Chidi and Eleanor’s kiss at the train station, in a reboot where Chidi and Eleanor both have different soulmates. 

Initially, they hate each other. Chidi thinks Eleanor’s crass and selfish and incapable of change, and Eleanor thinks Chidi is boring and rigid and unable to cut loose. But slowly, they develop this deep intimacy unmatched by either of their soulmates- they fall asleep on the couch after reading side-by-side, they binge-watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians while munching on popcorn shrimp, and they dangle their legs off the dock while they share their deepiest secrets, tweezed out of Eleanor by Chidi’s warm eyes, tumbling out of Chidi by Eleanor’s lifted eyebrows. Talking is so easy and natural, and the world grows more vibrant when they’re together. Eleanor’s rickety chairs sink like suede couches, and frozen yogurt melts like ice cream on their tongues, and the neighborhood air suddenly smells fresh and sweet and free. Slowly, they touch each other casually more and more- Chidi skims Eleanor’s arm to congratulate her on a well-written paper, and Eleanor seizes any excuse to hug Chidi, and soon, they realize they never want to leave each other’s side. 

But it all befuddles Chidi. He’s not supposed to have feelings for Eleanor. She’s not even supposed to be here, and he’s her teacher, and he’s supposed to be in love with someone else- a beautiful woman named Maria with a penchant for deontology and an appreciation of maafe and a willingness to plan the romantic dates that Chidi’s always dreamed of. But even with her sweet disposition and her soft voice, Eleanor is the one Chidi can’t stop thinking about. He imagines weaving his fingers through her hair while they kiss, and waking up with her head tucked underneath his chin, and scolding her when she brushes her teeth too hastily and claims  “it’s The Good Place, and cavities don’t exist.” He lets his longing spring to life only at night, and as he slips into tranquil sleep, he’s filled with joy as he remembers that, even though he has to bury his feelings way down deep, at least he gets to teach Eleanor tomorrow morning. 

The six month anniversary party of the neighborhood rolls around and Chidi’s more nervous than ever- he has to somehow act cool in front of both Maria AND Eleanor, and at Tahani’s fancy mansion, too. He can’t handle it. He can barely lie about what he ate for breakfast, how can he make it through an entire night? He’s jumpy as he strolls in with Maria on his arm, grabbing a glass of white wine from Janet to ease his pain.

Then spots Eleanor across the room, and he loses it. 

She doesn’t look much different from usual (aside from the red lipstick and the black dress), but she just illuminates the room. She’s confident and funny and brave and wonderful. She’s all Chidi can see and it makes him dizzy. Immediately, she strides towards him from across the room, winking and dishing out a bold compliment about his well-fitting suit. He mumbles incoherently, something about how nice she looks, and she spits back a joke that causes him to groan and laugh and ache all at once. 

A Billie Holliday song spills over the grand floor, and Eleanor clears her throat. 

“Well, um-” She tucks her hair behind her ears. “I better be getting back to Chris.” 

“Oh, no!” Maria insists. “Friends should at least share one dance together. Chris and I will sit this one out. I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.” 

Chidi stammers out an excuse as Maria walks towards the bar, but Eleanor rolls her eyes. She pulls Chidi towards her. 

“What could one dance hurt?” she claims, swaying back and forth with him to the crooning voice. 

Chidi should be anxious and frightened. He should be stiff, paralyzed from head to toe, soaked underneath his button down. 

But being held in Eleanor’s arms, her hand pressed against his back, he’s filled with something he’s never felt before. He’s relaxed. He’s joyful. He’s calm. It’s funny, really, she was meant to strike chaos in his haven, then she brought light into it instead. 

“So,” He begins. “You haven’t stolen any shrimp yet, or threatened to rob Tahani’s gold, or snatched my glass of wine from my hand...” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m such a good person,” Eleanor scoffs, then she perks up and exclaims, “Hey! I’m such a good person now! Suck on that, old Eleanor!” 

Chidi shakes his head and chuckles. 

“And, hey, buddy, you’re not sweating through your jacket,” She notices, affectionately rubbing her hands up and down his back. “Usually halfway through your first glass of wine, you’re soaked through your shirt.” 

Chidi tilts his head at Eleanor. She remembered that about him? Eleanor Shellstrop, who forgot he was from Senegal, that he was a college professor, that he had two sisters, catalogued that he could barely make it through half a glass of wine without breaking into a sweat? 

“Chidi?” She asks softly. “Are you okay?”

“I- um, I don’t, well you see- I just-” His mind clears as his eyes drop to her colored lips. “Eleanor, I just-” 

The ground below them quakes. 

“Earthquake!” Michael bellows. Chidi freezes with the trembling of the floor, but of course, Eleanor whisks him to safety. He follows her lead as she dashes behind the frozen yogurt shop. He clings to her as she strokes his back, waiting until the tremors grind to a halt. 

“Hey, Chidi,” She takes his face in her hands and repeats herself. “Chidi? Are you okay?” 

He drowns in her eyes, then snaps himself out of it. He’s not supposed to be here. He’s not supposed to be here. The laws of the universe were immutable, and this was just another reason rules weren’t supposed to be broken. They weren’t supposed to dance together and they did, and the ground below them TREMBLED. They literally caused a natural disaster with their bond. And he ran away from his soulmate because he was so focused on staying with Eleanor. What the actual fork was he doing? 

“I have to go,” He murmurs without so much as a glance. “Goodbye, Eleanor.” 

He knows her face is falling as he scampers off. 

***

The next morning, Eleanor pulls him aside at the neighborhood meeting. 

“Dude, something isn’t right,” She hisses. “We dance together as friends and a forking earthquake happens? Don’t you see what’s going on? Michael’s messing with us! Don’t worry, I have a plan.. I asked Janet and she called us a train to go-” 

“Look, Eleanor,” Chidi cuts her off. His heart sinks as her eye take ahold of him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” 

“What?” Her smile drops. She folds her arms. “Are you forking kidding me, Chidi?” 

“Listen, I’m sorry, but... I have to obey the onus I have to this community, to Maria... I can’t just abandon my code of morality to help you.” 

“I thought your code of morality included keeping a promise?” Eleanor challenges. “What happened to what we owe to each other? Last time I checked, I kind of thought we told each other we were best friends.” 

“Eleanor,” He steps forward to comfort her. 

“Can it, Chidi,” She snaps, her eyes already red-rimmed. “I’ll just escape by myself. I don’t need you, anyway.” 

*** 

He’s still heaving sighs when he gets to his apartment. Maria’s helping out with the damage, and he promised her he’d change and meet her there. 

How could he hurt her like that? How could he watch her be hurt like that? He knew he had made other people in his life miserable with his indecision, but this, this ripped out his heart, watching her fight her tears. He loved her, and he hurt her. 

He traces the copy of What We Each Other on the counter. 

He loved her, and he hurt her. 

What the hell was he doing? 

It was always Eleanor. He loved Eleanor. It didn’t matter how or what or when or why, but he needed to get on that train with her. He needed to be with her. 

He sweeps his clothes into a bag, scribbles a note to Maria, and runs down to the train station as fast as he possibly can. 

She turns around to meet his eyes. 

Eleanor. 

He tosses his bag to the side and she drops hers and he rushes forward to show her how he feels. He cradles her face and places his lips gently on hers. Her lips are soft and sweet and gentle in return to his, and he can feel her, feel as she curls herself into his body, sighing into the kiss as if she’s dreamed about this as much as Chidi has. 

They can’t stop gazing at each other after they pull away. 

“Chidi,” Eleanor utters softly, sliding her hands across his back. 

“Eleanor,” Chidi replies, drawing her closer to him. 

He embraces her until the train pulls in. 

Tagging @alys07 @ellascinders @cheleanorwhore @montygreen @chidi-anagonye @foreveranevilregal @opal-and-rust @shirbertbellarkeblythe @gordongordon because I thought you would enjoy! 

#im sorry #cheleanor #cheleanorfic #tgpfic #the good place #sorry this ended up being so fucking long #i wanted to write a legit fic for this but whoops! #also im sure this is littered with grammatical and continuity errors buttttt #grace was too lazy to edit

[delovelie]

Meme thing

1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Okay, whoever of you wants to do it go @kaleidoscopingin, @foreveranevilregal, @lenniershairlessballs, @crazytarawitch, @allislaughter, @3rddoctor, @pazithigallifreya, @imamarvelhesadc, @thoughtlessthinkythoughts

( @blessedlunatic tagged me!)

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing  - Fandoms are my #1 priority- I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my best friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

#meme #about me #so can I just yell in my tags that I am in a relationship now and I honestly can't believe how that happened #!!!!!! #because #holy shit #it was sudden

[captain-sharpe]

Playlist Meme

I was tagged by @hereforthequeenandthedrinks ;)

Rules: shuffle your music and write down the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

1) How do you sleep? - Orianthi

2) Reach - Gloria Estefan (I just made a quick trip to 1996)

3) What’s up? - 4 Non Blondes 

4) Ivete Sangalo - Toda boa (Carol, socorro essa música! XD~)

5) Larger than life - Backstreet Boys

6) Blood, tears and gold - Hurts

7) Halo - Beyonce

8) Losing my religion - R.E.M.

10) Love in an elevator - Aerosmith

PS.: I’d definitely listen to this playlist a few times without skipping :P

Tagging: @revolutionsoftheheart @foreveranevilregal @imwithyoualways @youdefygravity @captainkaramel @despoenae @daneeelleee @robertssugdens @roastytoastyprincesss @bigina-mills

#meme #music meme

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 21: Age

She was twenty-five years old. One day, she had been married to the love of her life; eagerly awaiting the arrival of their little blessing, which turned out to be little blessings. The next, she was widowed and alone with three babies, far away from the home where she had grown up. How she was supposed to do this alone, she couldn’t say. It would have been hard enough raising triplets with help. Every day, she passed by the portrait of Pedro that had somehow been hanging up in the house as soon as it rose out of the ground, running her hand along the frame lovingly. Whenever she did that, the stairs did a tap dance in response. She had a sneaking suspicion that the house and Pedro were connected, but she shook it off, figuring she was just sleep deprived. Taking care of three babies was hard, but to see them growing every day, discovering the world around them…

He should have been here for this.

___

She was twenty-six years old. Today was her birthday. The first one since…well. Since they had moved to their encanto. She didn’t feel up to celebrating, but the townspeople had graciously dropped off some food and a cake they had made for her. Chocolate, her favorite. Pedro’s favorite too. He’d had such a sweet tooth. Alma could barely finish any sweets she had without him trying to steal them from her. Still, she thought sadly, she would give him this entire cake just to have him back again. She would give anything.

 He should have been here for this.

___

She was twenty-six years old. The triplets were turning one. They had grown so much! Despite being the same age, they were so different. Pepa was the easiest to tell apart. She was fair and had tufts of red hair sticking out all over her head. Out of the three, she’d been the first to talk, and she cried the loudest. If you dared ignore her, she’d scream like la Llorona. Bruno had started walking first, but he was by far the quietest. Alma had to keep a special eye on him to keep him from getting hurt. Julieta had beautiful big brown eyes and dark brown curls. She’d burbled happily before she could talk and kept reaching out her chubby little hands towards others. Oh, the townspeople adored them! The celebration they gave to the three miracle babies of the encanto was unforgettable. But there was one part she wished she could forget.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was thirty years old. Somehow, she had made it through the triplets’ infancy and toddlerhood. Surely it would be easier from here on out. If anything, all four of them were sleeping through the night, even Pepa, who’d had a few rough months. Of course, hope was futile; a lesson she should have learned five years prior. On the triplets’ fifth birthday, she awoke to three brand new doors, shimmering mysteriously in the hallway. When she went to inspect them, she saw that each doorknob had a different letter carved into it- the triplets’ initials.

By this point, the children had woken up and followed her to the doors. Pepa’s big green eyes lit up with joy as she opened the door to her new room. Suddenly, she realized she had her own personal rainbow hanging over her head. Shouting in shock, she backed away.

That was when Bruno unexpectedly warned her that she’d trip over the banister.

Indeed, Pepa went tumbling over, sliding down the stairs and skinning her knee. Immediately, she broke out into tears, and was even more surprised to feel rain rolling down her cheeks alongside her tears.

Julieta ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen, grabbing an arepa that had been waiting for breakfast. She offered it to Pepa, the way she’d seen Alma do when they got hurt, to distract her from her pain. As soon as she took a bite, the redness on her knee cleared up and the skin healed over.

Alma almost fell over in shock herself. Without any rational explanation, her children had somehow seemingly acquired abilities that were nothing short of magic. Pepa affected the weather. Julieta could heal. And Bruno…could he see the future? Ay. She rubbed her temples. Things wouldn’t be easy after all.

That night, when she brushed her hair before bed, she noticed her first gray hair. The first sign she was getting older.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was forty years old. Amazingly, she had managed to keep her three magical children alive and they getting ready for Julieta and Pepa’s quinceañera. A joint party, of course, but one so lively that no one would miss a second party. Sometime in the last few years, it felt like the veil over Alma’s life had lifted. Colors brightened. Shapes sharpened. And music sounded sweet again. For the first time in a long time, she had allowed herself to dance again. She missed her Pedro, but there was nothing she could do to bring him back. Besides, she and the children had survived. They were safe, and more than safe- they were thriving! Thanks to the triplets’ magical gifts, Alma could give back to the community that had supported them through those first few perilous years. She could try to pay back the massive debt she had accumulated that weighed on her for all those years.

And so she danced! Despite the many quiet years, her feet remembered the steps and carried her from one song to the next. The twinge of pain in her knees was new; she’d certainly never experienced that before while dancing. But no matter; she wouldn’t let it ruin her night! Just like she wouldn’t let the way Pepa swished her skirts around when boys were watching ruin it. Or the way Bruno danced with Julieta because otherwise she’d spend much of the night sitting. These girls needed their papá around; to raise them, to love them, to show them what a man was supposed to be. To dance with them on their special night.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was forty-seven years old. It was Pepa’s wedding day. Pepa would be marrying a wonderful man; one who loved her and would take care of her like Pedro promised to do for Alma. Her heart was overflowing with joy for her daughter. Even though the hurricane had been catastrophic, at the end of the day, Pepa had gone home with her husband. And Alma had not.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty years old. This time it was Julieta’s wedding day. She too was marrying a man who promised to love her and cherish her, through anything life would throw at them. Her wedding had been a calmer affair, though no less joyous. Alma laughed, and she cried, and she wasn’t sure which one was giving her more wrinkles around her eyes. But just like Pepa, Julieta did not have her papá at her wedding.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-three years old. Her first grandchild, a beautiful baby girl, had just been born. Julieta cradled her proudly, humming to soothe her as the baby cried. Alma couldn’t keep the tears out of her own eyes. She was a grandmother. Soon, any day now by the looks of Pepa’s belly, she’d be one again. A joy she should have shared.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-five years old. Another granddaughter was born. Alma rocked her to sleep in her arms, ignoring the way her joints would seize up sometimes. Their family had been so blessed over the years.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-eight years old. Isabela, who had just turned five, got a gift of her own! She could make the most beautiful flowers appear. Just like the ones Pedro gave to her. Shortly after, little Dolores also got a gift; able to hear anything no matter how quiet. The magic was growing.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-nine years old. Her eyesight was growing weaker, but there was no mistaking that this newest Madrigal baby, with his crooked grin and floppy curls, would be beautiful, just like his mamá and papá. Even after all these years, Alma instinctively turned to her side to hand him the baby.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was sixty years old. Another wonderful baby girl. Alma felt something special as she held her in her arms. The girl looked up at her with large inquisitive eyes. She would have been Pedro’s favorite, Alma knew in her heart.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was seventy years old. They had not been expecting any more little blessings, but Antonio had decided to surprise them all, with his wild curls and infectious smile. Alma felt her back stoop as she held him. Even at such an old age, she was blessed to see new life begin. But she wished she could have been blessed to share that old age with her love.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was seventy-one years old.

She was seventy-two years old.

She was seventy-three years old.

She was seventy-four years old.

She was seventy-five years old.

He should have been here for this.

He should have been here for this.

He should have been here for this.

He should have been here for this.

He should have been here for this.

#alma madrigal #pedro madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #encantober #alma x pedro #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #encantober 2023 #age #tw pregnancy mention #trying something different with this one #i mathed out the ages from numbers i got online #so if i got them wrong no i didn't #made myself real sad writing this #an influx of sympathy for alma was not on my bingo card for this year

[hereforthequeenandthedrinks]

Playlist Meme

I was tagged by @just-an-outlaw (I can’t beat Britney Spears...)

Rules: shuffle your music and write down the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

1) Whiskey - Jana Kramer

2) Radioactive - Boyce Avenue

3) The Vault - Mark Mothersbaugh (is this the ultimate OUTLAW QUEEN song? WHAAAAT? Unfortunately, no.)

4) Something Just Like This - Coldplay

5) Helpless - Phillips Soo

6) Love on the Rocks - Sara Bareilles

7) You Make My Dreams - Hall & Oats

8) Somewhere Only We Know - Lily Allen

10) Everlong - Foo Fighters

Tagging: @lillie-grey @foreveranevilregal @thisisamadhouse @onhowtobecrazy @queen-of-the-merry-men @captain-parrilla

#carol aa she is

[singinprincess]

​When writing fan fic my biggest fear is ...

I hate to say this, but I think that mine may just be... writing itself. It didn’t used to be, but I have been writer’s blocked for a few years now, and I am not able to get out of it. I’ve tried every tip out there, and none of it works. Even when I really want to write and know what I want to write, the second I pull up word or pull out a pen, it’s gone. I really miss it, and still hope I’ll get back to it, because I have some fantastic WIPs that feel like they’ll never see the light of day.

Tagged by the lovely @ladylrbloom​  ♥

What is your biggest fear when writing fan fic? Tagging: @ariestess​ @madneyfiles​ @foreveranevilregal​ @rahleeyah​ @maddieandchimney​ @operativecantkillme​

#meme #about me #writing #ladylrbloom #I know I'm a good writer and yet #where is the writing? dead in the water :(

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 1: Sunset

Pepa sat down on the hillside overlooking the meadow. Today was easier than usual. She had been tasked with drying out a field that had gotten flooded when the river grew too full. It had been a rainy spring. Not her fault, of course. Okay, maybe some of it was her fault. Her boyfriend, Carlos, had broken up with her, and she took it pretty hard. But not all of it! Not all weather was her fault. She kept trying to tell people, and no one listened…

Thankfully, drying things out didn’t tax her as much as making it rain did. All she had to do was think happy thoughts and the sun came beaming down, strengthened by her gift. Usually, she’d think of her siblings. Or if there was a cute boy that she had her eye on, that worked too. When she was younger, it was animals that did the trick. She had no shortage of happy thoughts. It was the sad ones that were harder.

She’d settled in with her book, opening it eagerly. It was a new book, and she was dying to see how it would end.

A couple chapters in, she felt a shadow blocking the sunlight. Peering up, she saw a guy she didn’t recognize. Someone new, in their town? That didn’t happen often.

“Mind if I join you?” He spoke up.

“Go right ahead.” She folded the corner of her page and closed the book, setting it on the grass beside her.

“Hope I didn’t interrupt you reading.” He sat down next to her.

“No, it’s fine.” She was dying to know what happened next, but this new guy intrigued her. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?”

He nodded. “My family just moved here. My name’s Félix.”

“Pepa.” She took his proffered hand, shaking it. His hand felt strong, rough. Pepa felt sparks go through her that had nothing to do with her gift.

 “It’s nice to meet you, Pepa. I was exploring around and came upon this little meadow here.” He held a hand in front of his face conspiratorially. “To be honest, I needed a break from my little siblings. They drive me crazy sometimes.”

Pepa laughed at the comment. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Five. And I’m the oldest.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “Do you have siblings?”

She nodded. “A brother and sister, but we’re triplets, so no one is really the oldest. Well, Julieta acts like she is, but she’s only like five minutes older. Can’t have gained that much wisdom during that time.”

His laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard. “Oh, I’m sure she gained so much wisdom. Those five minutes were very important.”

Pepa gasped and shoved him reflexively.

He fell over. For a second, Pepa was afraid she’d hurt him, but he sat up like nothing was wrong. “Hey, us older siblings have to stick together!” He defended himself.

“She’s not-“ Pepa began, outraged, but stopped short at the grin that cracked on his face.

“I’m kidding.” He shook his head good-naturedly. “Lighten up, Pepa.”

Those words struck dangerously close to home. How many times had the other kids told her the same thing? How many times had her mamá warned her to rein in her emotions? She blinked rapidly to quell the tears. Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies…

Félix cleared his throat. “Okay, that was a bad joke. Sorry.” He offered her a sheepish smile. “Anyway…you said you had a brother too?”

“Bruno.” Her voice was flat. She’d managed to stop the spiral, but it always took her a little bit to pull herself out of a funk. “His name’s Bruno.”

“Bruno.” Félix scratched his head. “I haven’t met him yet.”

Pepa barked a laugh. “I don’t imagine you would have. He hardly ever leaves his tower.”

“Tower?”

Pepa gestured towards their casita. It was barely visible from this distance, but one could still make out the distinctive shape of a tower.

“Okay, Bruno has a tower. Why not?”

Pepa appreciated his nonchalance. People weren’t so accepting of Bruno. Granted, Félix hadn’t met him yet, but Pepa had a feeling he’d be different. He was so friendly; she just couldn’t imagine him being mean to Bruno.

“Wait…” Félix appeared to be puzzling something out. “My papá said that’s where the Madrigals live. Are you a Madrigal? Is it true what people say, about the magic gifts?” He sounded genuinely curious, his voice lacking the usual tone of suspicion.

“Yes, I’m a Madrigal,” Pepa said simply, ignoring the second question. “Tell me about your family. I feel like we’ve just been talking about mine.”

Caught off guard by her abruptness, Félix shrugged. “Well, they don’t have magic gifts, but they’re still pretty cool. Most of the time. My papá is named Roberto, my mamá is Antonia, and then there’s my siblings: Felipe…”

If Pepa said she remembered all the names he listed off, she’d be lying. She was too focused on the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, the excitement in his voice as he told her about all his family members. It was clear he loved them very much, and she found that sweet.

Suddenly, he stopped talking. “Is it just me, or did the sun get brighter?” He shielded his eyes, glancing up at the sky.

Horrified, Pepa followed his eyes. It was true. She’d become so happy, enthralled by his presence, that she’d unwittingly made the sun shine more brightly. “Sorry,” she apologized, rubbing the end of her braid nervously.

“Why are you sorry?” He asked, confused. “It’s not like you control the sun.” He tried to meet her eyes, which bored firmly into the ground. “Wait- do you control the sun?” The realization seemed to dawn on him. “Is that your gift? You control the sun?”

He sounded awed, not scared. Pepa took that as a good sign. “Technically, I affect the sun,” she corrected. “Other weather too. It’s connected to my emotions.”

Her cheeks grew red. Why did she admit that? Félix had a way of disarming her. She was in trouble if he kept going like this.

But he seemed to take it in stride. “What does bright sunlight mean?” He pointed up at the still blazing sun.

“It means happiness.” A thin veil of fog enveloped Pepa, for which she was grateful.

“And the fog?” Félix observed her. “Wait, you’re blushing. Are you okay?” His eyebrows wrinkled concernedly.

She gave a noncommittal shrug. “Whatever I feel visibly manifests as various weather phenomena. My emotions are on full display for everyone all the time.” She swept her hand over her head. “You tell me if I’m okay.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he deduced. He scooted closer to her. “That seems like… a lot.”

She scoffed. “You can say that again! Julieta got the most useful gift. She can heal people with her food. And Bruno, he sees the future. What do I get? Here, Pepa; why don’t you get a gift that makes you thunderstorm when you’re mad and rain when you’re sad? That’ll surely help the town!” She huffed. The cloud that had sprung up overhead weighed heavily on her.

Félix studied her. “And makes the sun shine when you’re happy,” he pointed out.

“What?” Pepa was still mired down in her turmoil.

“Earlier, when the sun was brighter, you said it was because you’re happy.” He reached out his hand towards her, placing it on the grass between them. “So it’s not all bad.”

“I suppose not,” she conceded. “It’s still dumb though. And a lot of pressure. You try dealing with the knowledge that the town’s crops depend on how you feel that year.”

“Because you’re so happy you’ll dry them out?”

“Try because if I’m too sad I’ll drown them.” Pepa hmphed. The corner of her lip curved upward though in recognition of his attempt to cheer her up.

“I see.” Félix tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Guess we’ll just have to make sure you stay happy.”

Again, the words she’d heard a million times before came out of his mouth. Once again, they lacked the tinge of cruelty that normally accompanied them. She peered over through her fingers to see him beaming at her. “Good luck with that.”

“I seem to be doing a pretty good job so far. You were happy earlier,” he noted with a smirk.

Pepa couldn’t help the smile that erupted on her face.

“There’s that beautiful smile,” Félix said. “Glad to see it again.”

Was he flirting with her? Pepa couldn’t believe it. Okay, lots of boys had flirted with her, but this one was different. He was special. She could feel it. With a start, she looked up to find the cloud had vanished and the sun had returned to its previous brightness; albeit far lower in the sky.

She cleared her throat. “It’s getting late.” She pointed towards the setting sun. “I should get back home before my mamá starts wondering where I am.”

“Of course.” Félix helped her up. “Wouldn’t want her to think you were out with a boy or something.” His lip quirked into a smile.

Oh, he was definitely flirting with her. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” She flashed him a coy smile. Two could play at that game.

They walked back together until he reached the street where his family lived. “Until next time, rayo de sol.” He waved goodbye.

The townspeople who were outside later said they’d never seen such a brilliant sunset.

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Encantober Day 15: Midnight

There was a knock on Julieta’s door. Although it was late, almost midnight, she was wide awake. Groaning, she got out of bed to open the door.

“You guys don’t have to knock, you can just come in,” she said, returning to her bed.

Bruno shrugged. “We didn’t want to catch you at a bad moment.”

“Changing,” Pepa clarified. “He means changing.”

“Thank you so much for clarifying, Pepi.” Bruno rolled his eyes at her.

“Anytime.” Pepa stuck out her tongue at him.

“Guys, can you stop arguing for ten minutes?” Julieta pleaded.

They both stared at her incredulously.

“Is this really how you want to start off our birthday?”

“No,” Pepa conceded, flopping on the bed next to her.

Bruno shook his head, sitting on the other side of Julieta. “How much time do we have left anyway?”

Julieta peered at the clock. It was a bit hard to make out in the low light. “Nine minutes.”

“Oh. So after ten minutes it won’t be the start of our birthday anymore and we can argue again.” Pepa grinned.

Julieta looked at her somberly. “You know how mamá gets on our birthday. You decide if you want to risk arguing.”

“She’s not even around right now,” Pepa grumbled, but didn’t resist.

Heaviness swept down, crushing them like an uncomfortable blanket. Their birthday wasn’t the joyous occasion it was for most people. Sure, it marked the anniversary of their birth and the founding of the town, but it was also the day they had lost their papá.

For them, the day was a whirlwind of emotions. The townspeople wanted to celebrate them, the miracle babies that had survived the attack, propping them up as a symbol of the bright future the town had. This got even worse after they’d been surprised with gifts on their fifth birthday. Suddenly, they were able to heal with food, change the weather, see the future. When the townspeople found out, they were whipped into an even bigger frenzy. Well, first they’d thought the gifts were curses from the devil and wanted to shun the children (those had been a rough few weeks), but once they realized that lightning wasn’t going to strike them all down (despite Pepa threatening it when she got mad), the celebrations grew even more enthusiastic.

They endured it politely, uncomfortable with the attention- especially Bruno, who was a wallflower on the best of days. It mellowed out a bit as the years went on, but it was always a wild and loud celebration. They might have grown to enjoy it, even though they didn’t have their papá around like all the other kids did, if they hadn’t been able to see mamá sitting in the corner.

Oh, she did her best to revel with the other partygoers. She would dance, and bring out the cake, and call for the party to continue. But when she thought no one was watching, she would retreat to a corner and fall apart. The last couple years, she had worn colors again, but before that, she was a dot of black in a sea of color.

They’d asked her why she always wore black, and she said it was to honor the memory of their papá. Incidentally, he had tragically passed away right on their birthday.

Knowing that kind of put a damper on the whole day.

The parties people threw for them were too much, but they couldn’t ask mamá to do anything, not when they knew what this day meant to her. So they began their own little tradition, celebrating together right at midnight. That was their real birthday celebration.

“Scoot over, you’re hogging the blankets,” Pepa complained, elbowing Bruno in the side.

“Seven more minutes, guys.”

They fell silent.

Bruno was the next one to speak. “So… we’re turning ten. Definitely not little kids anymore. It’s… exciting?”

Exciting wasn’t the right word for it. Daunting was more like it. If people had expected a lot of them before, the encanto miracle babies with magical gifts, it was probably about to get a whole lot worse.

“Yeah…” Julieta couldn’t really muster up the enthusiasm. “Maybe now mamá will let me use the stove without her having to supervise.”

“You do that anyway,” Pepa pointed out.

“Yeah, I said, let me, not that I wouldn’t do it otherwise.” She gasped. “Speaking of…”  She got up and went to the little cabinet where she kept her healing supplies, pulling out a little cake.

Pepa’s eyes lit up and she squealed, clapping her hands happily. “You made cake!”

Julieta smiled. “I couldn’t let the occasion go unmarked, now could I?” She set the cake down on the bed between them and frowned. “Oh, I forgot the candles.”

The drawer of her nightstand rattled. Surprised, Julieta opened it to reveal three star-shaped candles; one in each of their colors.

“Casita to the rescue,” Pepa said, sticking the candles into the cake, but then paused. “How are we supposed to light them?”

Bruno pulled a box of matches out with a triumphant flourish. “Casita’s got us.”

“Excellent.” As the triplet most comfortable around fire, Julieta lit the candles.

They watched the flames flicker with wonder in their eyes.

“Two more minutes now.”

“Can’t we just blow them out early? I want cake,” Pepa whined.

“You can wait two more minutes. A big ten-year-old is able to wait two minutes for cake.” Julieta did her best imitation of their mamá when she scolded them.

Pepa hit her with a pillow, making the flames swoop. “I’m not ten yet though. I’m still nine.”

“Only for another minute.”

“A minute without cake.”

“Get ready.” Bruno leaned down in anticipation.

They watched the hands on the clock tick along, finally meeting at the top. Twelve echoing peals boomed out, signifying midnight and the arrival of their birthday.

The triplets puffed out their cheeks, blowing hard on the candles until the flames were fully extinguished. Apparently, Casita had been playing tricks on them, because the candles should not have been that hard to blow out.

“Happy birthday, guys,” Julieta wished her siblings as she began cutting the cake into three.

“You too,” Pepa responded around a mouthful of cake. “Mm, is that dulce de leche? You make the best cakes, hermana. Please do this every year.”

“Seconded.” Bruno waved around a crumb covered fork. “Don’t tell mamá, but I think it’s even better than her cakes.”

Julieta laughed. “Thanks, Bruno. I definitely won’t tell her that.”

In the morning, they’d have to wake up and greet their mamá, whose sadness they were too old not to notice anymore. They’d acknowledge the gnawing absence of their papá, made even worse on that special day than usual. Then they’d have to spend the day being whisked from celebration to celebration by people who didn’t really understand what they were celebrating and act like they were having the time of their lives.

But right now, at midnight, they could eat cake together on Julieta’s bed; free of any expectations.

It was the best present they could ask for.

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Encantober Day 8: Question

Based off a wonderful fanart someone drew a while ago. I don't remember who the artist is and can't find the post, but all credit to them for the idea and thanks for the inspiration!

“What a day,” Pepa groaned, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Julieta hummed her agreement. “At least it’s finally over.”

“Don’t forget, tomorrow we have a big test, so make sure you go over-“ The rest of their teacher’s instructions were drowned out in the overlapping chatter of their fellow students.

“Study what?” Julieta frowned. “I didn’t hear what she said.”

Meanwhile, Pepa looked horrorstricken. “We have a test tomorrow?” She squeaked as they were pushed out the door by the wave of students.

Julieta nodded. “Señora Sanchez mentioned it yesterday. Wait, were you not at school yesterday? Where were you?”

Pepa shifted the bag to her other shoulder. “I had crop duty.” She rolled her eyes. “If I’d only known we were having a test, it would have been way easier to make it rain.” She mimed crying, pulling her fingers down her cheeks.

Julieta studied her sympathetically. “I just wish we’d heard what was going to be on the test.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t have time to go over everything we learned since the last test. Especially since I have to make my afternoon rounds before dinner. Unless we figure out what’s on it, we’re done for.”

Pepa was scowling as Julieta talked, but her expression cleared when she was done. “It’s almost like…we need a way to see the future?” She suggested, eyes glinting deviously.

Julieta clapped her hands joyfully. “Oh, Pepa, you’re a genius!” She squeezed Pepa in a tight hug.

The church bells chimed the time.

Julieta yelped. “I have to go! Let’s meet up after dinner.” She ran down the road leading home.

After dinner, the two girls waited by Bruno’s room, hoping to ambush him. They hadn’t seen him at dinner, but that wasn’t so unusual. People needed help from their gifts at any time of day, including during meals and school. Mamá said it was their duty to be helpful and share the magical gifts they were given, because why else would they have them? So they missed some meals and days of school here and there. Helping the town was more important.

“Where is he?” Pepa hissed from her hiding place. “I thought he’d be back by now.”

Julieta shrugged. “I haven’t seen him all day.” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Wait…did you see him at school?”

“I don’t think so.” Pepa wracked her brain. “You were there yesterday; did you see him?”

Julieta shook her head, lips tightening in worry. “Come to think of it…I haven’t seen him at school since a couple days ago.”

Pepa winced. “That’s all the more reason to find him.” She gasped, eyes going wide. “You don’t think he…” Her eyes darted towards the door significantly.

Julieta covered her mouth but recovered quickly. “Only one way to find out.” She knocked on the door, quietly but decisively.

No one answered. The girls stood at the door waiting for so long, Julieta had raised her hand to knock again, when it flew open in their faces.

“Eh?” Bruno stood there, wearing a rumpled ruana. “What are you guys doing here?”

Julieta lowered her fist. “Bruno.” The relief was evident in her voice. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

He rolled his eyes. “You sound like mamá.”

“Do you?” She persisted, voice growing shriller.

“Easy.” Bruno covered a long yawn with his hand. “No, I don’t know what time it is. I’ve kind of been sleeping.”

“Were you sleeping all day?” Pepa asked incredulously.

Bruno appeared taken aback. “All day? Is it night already?”

Julieta rested her forehead in her hand, letting out a long sigh. “Bruno…you missed school. You missed dinner. We haven’t seen you since yesterday. What happened?”

Bruno groaned. “You know how everyone’s been getting engaged lately?”

“Tell me about it,” Pepa huffed. “I’ve had no less than a dozen people ask me to make sure the weather was good on their wedding day. As if I’ll remember when it’s so far away!”

Julieta placed a hand on her shoulder gently. “Yes, we know.” She waved her hand, prompting him to continue talking.

“Well they’ve all been asking me for visions of how their marriages are going to turn out. Let me tell you, it is not easy trying to have that many visions on demand!” He crossed his arms, the gesture rumpling his ruana even more. “That’s why I’ve been sleeping so much. I’m exhausted!”

Julieta winced, exchanging a look with Pepa. “We’re sorry to hear that, Bruno.”

Bruno narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing them. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t just come to check up on me?”

Pepa bounced from foot to foot, pressing her lips shut before bursting out, “Señora Sanchez said we’re having a test tomorrow, except neither of us know what’s on it because we’ve been missing school due to gift duty and we were hoping you could tell us what was going to be on the test?” The words tumbled out all at once until she ran out of breath.

Bruno scratched his head, confused. “How am I supposed to know? I haven’t even been at school all week!”

Pepa glared at him, letting out a disbelieving noise. “You…can see…the future.” She gritted out impatiently.

“Oh. Right.” Bruno rubbed his arm nervously. “Sorry, I just woke up.”

“Has your gift woken up yet?”

“What Pepa means,” Julieta cut in with a pointed look at Pepa, “is, do you feel up to having another vision? Don’t worry, this one isn’t as important. No disasters will happen if you can’t.”

“Speak for yourself,” Pepa muttered darkly. “Pretty sure mamá will have some disasters in store for me if I fail another math test.”

Bruno stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Seeing as I spent all day sleeping, I should be okay for something like this.”

He waited for Julieta to pass before adding to Pepa out of the corner of his mouth, “Besides, my butt is on the line here too. I don’t even know what we learned this week.”

Pepa snorted, following Julieta to a wide area in the middle of the room. “Is that…sand?” She eyed the small green pile distastefully.

“It helps me with my visions,” Bruno explained. “The visions end up- well, you’ll see.” He tidied up the sand into a neater pile and joined his sisters. “Okay, we have to hold hands.”

Skeptical, the two girls extended their hands to take his.

Bruno shifted their huddle so the sand was in the middle of them. “Now we have to ask for what we want to see. What was the question again?”

“What’s going to be on Señora Sanchez’s test tomorrow?” Pepa reminded him, raising her voice anxiously.

“Right.” He squeezed his eyes closed and repeated the question. “What’s going to be on Señora Sanchez’s test tomorrow?” He yelled, his voice hard to hear over the sudden rush of wind surrounding them.

The wind picked up the sand, swirling it around them.

Julieta and Pepa eyed it apprehensively. “What does that mean?”

Bruno’s eyes flew open, glowing green. “Uh…it looks like squiggles?” He offered.

“That’s not helpful!”

Slowly, the sand squiggles rearranged to form…

“Numbers. There’s definitely going to be numbers.”

“We knew that, Bruno; it’s a math test,” Julieta snapped. “But what lesson?”

A longer squiggle snaked around some of the numbers, forming a sideways upside-down capital L shape.

Bruno squinted. “It looks like-“

“Long division.” Julieta swallowed hard.

“Long division?” Pepa groaned. “I’m awful at long division. How am I going to learn it in time?”

“Don’t worry, you can look at my notes,” Julieta reassured her. She dropped her siblings’ hands. “Come on, we need to go study.”

The sand had crystallized into a glowing green plaque showing the topic of their math test. Bruno held it out towards his sisters. “Here, if you want it.”

“No need, I remember.” Julieta hugged him quickly. “Thanks, Bruno!”

“Yeah, thanks, Bruno,” Pepa echoed the sentiment.

“Good luck studying, guys.” Bruno walked them towards his door.

Julieta paused. “You’re not going to study?”

Bruno smacked his forehead. “I completely forgot I have to take this test too.”

“Ay, Bruno.” Julieta shook her head in mock disappointment. “It’s okay, I can share with you too.”

He exhaled in relief. “Thanks, Juli.”

“Come on, guys.” Pepa tugged their sleeves. “We’d better get started.”

It was going to be a long night.

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Encantober Day 20: Vision

*trigger warning for pregnancy mentions and brief description*

Voices floated through the kitchen.

“Ay, I can feel her kicking.” Pepa laughed.

What? Bruno didn’t understand what was going on. Usually he tried not to eavesdrop (he said tried; he didn’t always succeed), but he had to know what was going on here. Shifting his position, he was able to peer through the small crack in the wall.

Pepa was in the kitchen with Félix, her hands resting on…her belly? Was she pregnant again? Now Bruno didn’t claim to be an expert in math, but if they were still the same age, and he was pretty sure they were, wouldn’t that be impossible?

“How do you know it’s a girl?” Félix teased, wrapping his arms around Pepa from behind.

“A mother can tell,” Pepa said smugly.

“Well what if it’s a boy?”

Pepa scoffed. “There’s no way the baby is a boy.”

“You know this for sure?”

Pepa glared at him. “I can’t know for sure. Not the way we did with Lola and Milo. But…I have a feeling she’s a girl.”

Félix held up his hands in defeat. “If you say so, mi vida.”

“I do say so.” Pepa bustled around the kitchen, putting away groceries. She must not be very far along, Bruno observed. She’d gotten huge with the other two. In fact, Bruno had actually wondered if she was having twins when she had Camilo. Looking back, he deserved that slap.

His cheek smarted from the memory. As much as it had hurt, at least he was still part of the family then. Almost five years had passed since his…unceremonious departure…and not a day went by that he didn’t miss them.

“I know it might be a bit early to think about this, but do you have any ideas about names?” Félix had caught Pepa in his arms, swaying her from side to side.

She hummed contentedly. “I have a few. But my favorite is- what about Antonia? After your mother?”

Félix beamed. “I love it. And I’m sure mamá would be honored.”

Pepa smiled at him brightly. “All right, I’ll be right back. Your daughter is playing fútbol with my internal organs.”

Félix chuckled. “Bet she’ll be a hell of a player one day.”

“She better be, with all the practice she’s getting!”

Their voices petered off as they left the kitchen, still basking in the glow of their happiness.

Bruno sat there, stunned. He couldn’t believe it. Pepa was having another baby- he’d have another niece or nephew! -and he wasn’t around for it. When she’d been pregnant with Dolores and Camilo, Pepa had consulted him for a vision to learn the sex of the baby, so she could pick out a proper name. Aside from his sisters, Bruno refused to have this kind of vision for anyone else. Four nieces and a nephew later, and babies still freaked him out. But he loved his family.

The thoughts plagued him for the rest of the afternoon. Pepa had been so sure she was having a girl. Was she right? In Bruno’s experience, her predictions were as good as the weather forecast: only right about half the time. So was he getting a fifth niece? Or would there finally be another Madrigal boy?

He couldn’t help it. He must have been focusing too hard on the question. His eyes flew open, glowing green, as he froze, watching the vision unfold before him.

There was a little boy. He looked about five, Bruno would guess. He had dark skin and eyes, and a mess of curls sticking out all over his head. Was this Félix as a kid? Why would he see that in a vision? No, that wasn��t quite right…his eyes were big, and they sparkled like Pepa’s when he smiled. And he smiled a lot. He was standing…in front of their casita, playing with…if Bruno didn’t know any better, he’d say it was a teenaged Julieta. But Julieta didn’t wear glasses. It had to be Mirabel, who even at five had been the spitting image of her mother.

She looked so beautiful and grown up. Bruno almost choked up seeing it. So if that was Mirabel, this had to be the new baby.

Bruno let out a laugh. Ha. He knew it wasn’t a girl. Pepa only said that because she didn’t want to deal with another baby boy. She’d always said that girls were easier to raise, pointing out their nieces and Dolores. But Bruno wasn’t sure if that was true. Camilo just had a lot of energy and hadn’t learned how to channel it yet. This new kid seemed…calmer somehow.

Suddenly, the vision changed. Cracks appeared on casita, spreading the way they had in that fateful vision that led to his banishment. To Bruno’s surprise, the kid transformed into a toucan, taking flight. Mirabel clung to his feet as he flew around the house. Wherever they passed, the cracks were mended. Finally, he set Mirabel down and landed, instantly turning into a jaguar. Jaguar-kid stalked proudly in front of casita with Mirabel on his back.

The image dissolved into a blur. Bruno blinked repeatedly, shaking his head rapidly. That had been…bizarre, to say the least. His question had been answered- Pepa would be having a boy. But so many new questions sprang up in his head. What was that whole bit where the kid turned into animals and took Mirabel for a ride? And the cracks on the house…was this vision somehow connected to the last one he’d had as a rightful inhabitant of la casa Madrigal?

Bruno shook his head, nonplussed. He guessed this was the kid’s gift. Pepa’s third kid would be able to turn into animals. Sure. Why not? Pepa already had one shapeshifting kid. What was another? Aside from an enormous headache for Pepa, that is. It was bad enough keeping track of a kid that could look like anyone. Imagine having another that could look like anything.

Well, he thought with a pang, that would be Pepa’s problem, not his. Since he hadn’t had any visions predicting his triumphant return from disgraceful exile, he figured he’d be in the walls for the rest of his life; watching his family go through life without him.

Pepa would be so crushed to find out she was wrong. But, on the bright side, Antonio would also be a great name.

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