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sesamestreet47 · 2 years

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That’s my girl

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

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

blurb, fluff, very fluffy, very short

word count: 699

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

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“Camilo, stand straight,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just taking in the view,”

“This isn’t the first time,”

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

“I’m fine, Camilo,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Very.” she smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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thank you for reading <3

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

jeez, writer’s block can be a bitch

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cahmilo · 2 years

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minecraft camilo x yn?? Like ur playing w cami and the rest of the madrigal grandkids until he accidentally confesses to u “NO IM NOT GOING TO MARRY A FLOWER BC I LIKE YN” (idk what that means but i think its funny anyways-)

Pixelated Flower — camilo m.

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader genre: fluff drabble tags: 1.1kwc, requested, scheduled, modern au

summary: camilo unknowingly and indirectly confesses to you during an online game

Numerous pings can be heard from your computer making you turn to your desk in irritation. You were cozy and cuddled up in your comforters which all the more brings you laziness and tiredness. You simply ignored the notifications as you continued scrolling through your phone while lying in bed. However midway through a TikTok video, your screen fades and blaringly plays a familiar ringtone. Someone was calling you and you smiled when you saw who it was. Your best friend (and also the one you slightly have a big crush on), the one and only Camilo Madrigal.

"What do you want, Camilo?" You said as you brought your phone to your ear.

"I've been giving you pings on Discord! I thought you said you wanted to play Minecraft with us on the server!" Camilo's whiny voice made you burst out in laughter.

"Okay fine, give me a few minutes" You giggled and hung up the phone. It took you minutes to shuffle under your bedsheets before you stood up to finally go to your desk. The moment you took a seat, you turned on your phone and checked on your Discord notifications. Boy, Camilo really did mention you too much. It made you laugh until the light from your computer took your attention, ready for you to set up your game. While you're at it, you opened the server and saw that there was a voice chat that included Camilo, Carlos, Isabela and Mirabel. You got the urge of excitement as you wore your headphones and opened Minecraft.

You regretted it.

The moment you joined the call, a bunch of screams welcomed you and took you aback. You jolted in your seat at the ear-piercing yells that might have broken your eardrums. In a hurry you adjusted the volume before you joined the server after Minecraft got opened.

"NOT MY DOG! DON'T KILL MY DOG!" Carlos screamed into his mic. You can hear the rapid clicking of his keyboard. Camilo laughed soon after but later screamed, "NO! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET POTIONS?!"

As soon as you joined the server, your name pops out in chat and Camilo instantly stops screaming to coo at you sweetly, "STOP I'M GONNA MURDER YO- Y/N! I farmed diamonds for you!" You could hear Carlos on the other end scoff in annoyance as he approached Camilo's character.

You stood there, just watching the two twins do a 1v1 by themselves for no apparent reason. Camilo probably taunted his twin brother first and it escalated from there. You observed them bicker back and forth until they decided to settle on an empty fist-fight through Minecraft. With them armor-less and weapon-less, you decided to step in and bother them with your full diamond armor and Netherite weapons.

'Carlos was slain by [username]'

"Yeah! Y/N's here to fight for me!" Camilo cheered. You laughed through the mic and smirked to yourself. "Hold that thought, milo."

'Camilo was slain by [username]'

"Serves you right." Carlos laughed this time. He most likely respawned back at the house so you collected their stuff and placed it in a chest for them to come back to. Camilo was whining and yelling the entire time, feeling betrayed.

"I'm gonna go get flowers for the bee farm" You nonchalantly informed the two and left them. You were in the middle of a flower biome anyway, might as well collect flowers at least. While you were doing your task in peace you could still hear the bickering of the two twins while Isabela and Mirabel oftentimes talk on chat, you assumed they were decorating the community house a few blocks away. Once your inventory was full, you slowly made your way back to the house.

"You still haven't gotten your stuff?" You asked an armor-less character of Camilo, making yours stare at his dead in the eye. His head moved around a few times before he puts out a flower on his hand.

"I did, but I was attacked by a phantom. Went back to run and this is the only thing I managed to salvage" You could hear him pout just from the tone of his voice. It made you giggle in laughter. Sooner while you were giving him a few of your stuff, Isabela and Mirabel's characters popped out on your screen as they entered the house as well.

"I took your stuff, milo" You heard Mirabel. She walked towards him and started dropping the items for Camilo to collect. While they were at it, you proceeded to your room and started fiddling with your storage, looking for more items to craft. You muted yourself and proceeded to play the game while listening to the rest of the Madrigal grandkids.

"I can't believe you left all your stuff in the open but didn't hesitate to drop that flower of yours" Isabela trail off. Camilo mocked her, still sulking from the sudden death caused by you. "I already named it, I can't lose it"

"Why would you even name a flower?" Mirabel asked with a judging tone. Camilo immediately bickered feeling offended. "Hey! An iron golem dropped it after Carlos murdered it. The least I could do is treat it with love in it's memory!"

"If you love your beloved flower so much than your full enchanted armor then might as well give your loot to me." She bites back, "Or even just marry it at this point because you're still not letting it go from your grasp"

"Look as much as these pixelated flowers are pretty, I don't want to 'marry them'" Camilo muttered, insulted. "Also there is a prettier flower that I can actually see in real life." With that you suddenly forgot what you were doing because you were too invested in their bantering now.

"Its me, I'm the flower" Isabela boasted which led Mirabel to let out sarcastic vomiting noises.

"Ew no," Camilo grimaced, "Y/N is my beloved flower."

You unmuted yourself, and yelled, "WHAT?"

"WHAT" Camilo panicked as well, "I thought you left vc!"

You laughed nervously and heard Mirabel and Isabela tease their cousin with squeals. "I've been here the entire time, Camilo. I was only muted!"

"Oh, so it was Carlos who left" You can hear Camilo rapidly type on his keyboard, possibly to message his twin about what happened. He took a glance at the server and saw that Carlos really was offline. He internally cursed himself for being an idiot.

"So, what was it you said about me being your beloved flower?" You teased a nervous Camilo. You can hear him frantically tapping in his keyboard and a few muttered curses when you hear random objects just fall and scatter around his desk. You and the other girls in the vc kept laughing lightly until you saw that Camilo disconnected from the call and went offline.

"He's definitely hiding from you" You heard Isabela say to you. You laughed in response yet again.

"I don't have to worry, he can't hide from me much longer." You reassured her, now with a determined and confident voice after knowing that your all-time crush likes you back. Oh, he's definitely not gonna hear the end of it.

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

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Bebé's First Beach Day

I wrote this before I lost my mind. I figured my last post for a while should be fluff, so enjoy some Madrigal fluff. Work in progress. Maybe.

Summary:

Thanks to Camilo, little Mirabel's first day at the beach does not go according to plan

Julieta stood in the middle of the bathroom, trying to wrangle her usually mild-mannered toddler into standing still so she could put sunscreen on her soft, delicate skin. Mirabel had been giddy with excitement all morning.

They'd taken a much needed week-long vacation to mamá's beach house in Cartagena. The whole family had come, which basically meant complete and utter chaos. But it would be completely and totally worth it. The house was beautiful. Right on the beach, it featured not one, but two hot tubs, a pool, 6 bedrooms, a fitness room, and a very spacious kitchen (which Julieta was absolutely not excited about at all, not at all.) The whole family was excited. Luisa, Isabela, and Agustín had been hyping Mirabel up all week.

Agustín was especially excited for this particular trip. It was Mira's first trip to the beach. The rest of the family had gone a few months prior, but Mirabel had been sick that week, so they all stayed home, much to Isa and Lu's (and Agustin’s) chagrin.

Agustín absolutely loves the beach. He loved taking Isa in the water for the first time, and after that it sort of became a rite of passage, for him to take all of their babies in the water for the first time. He absolutely loved hearing their squeals of excitement and pure joy. It filled Julieta with such happiness and pride to see how amazing he was with their babies; his patience, his unconditional love, and his easy going goofiness were some of the things she loved most about him.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Julieta tickled little Mira's tummy and tried to pull her closer.

"Mira, bebita, stand still, please! Mamí needs to put this on your face so you don't burn!"

Mirabel looked adorable in her little two piece swimsuit, a white and turquoise set with ruffled edges and cute cartoonish butterflies. Her little white sandals were waiting by the door. Julieta knew Mirabel wouldn't last long in them, but she couldn't help it. They were so cute, and she knew they'd look even cuter on her little bebita.

Mira took both of her chubby little hands, and cupped her Mamí's cheeks with them.

"Face!"

"Yes, bebita, I need to put this on your face, so your pretty skin doesn't burn!"

"Mamá face pretty!"

Julieta didn't think she could fall more in love with this child, but here she was. Pressing their foreheads together, she attacked Mirabel's little face with kisses. The little girls' laughter rang through the house like the sweetest song.

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historysquib · 2 years

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Stay Tuned

One-Year-Old Isabela

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

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

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

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

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

Five-year-old Isabela

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

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

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

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

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

Ten-year-old Isa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fifteen-year-old Isabela

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

20-Year-old Isabela

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

22-Year-Old Isa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that, mija?"

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

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

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

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

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awkwardtortilla · 2 years

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

Ooo sounds fun

Summer Activities w/ the Madrigal grandkids

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

warnings: none???

Isabela

I honestly think summer is Isa’s favorite season

Everything’s so bright and colorful and alive

So you guys would be all over the place

Lazy days at the beach

Wandering around the forest

Hell maybe even surfing

Oooo and food

Popsicles, ice cream, etc

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

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

Luisa

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

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

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

She very much enjoys goofing off in the shallows with you

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

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

Your knees would be loosely tucked to your chest

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

You would sigh and rest your head on her shoulder

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

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

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

Mirabel

You would have to drag Mira out of the house

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

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

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

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

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

Idk it just seems like Mira would love holding your hand

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

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

Dolores

Dolores would also not be doing anything super exciting

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

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

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

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

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

Camilo

Oh boy

Summer activities with Camilo would be fun but chaotic as hell

I mean almost everything with him is but ya know

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

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

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

Exploring the forest, walking in streams, splashing in rivers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Instead he’s looking at you

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

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

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

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Encantober Day 4 - Head Pats

@encantober-official

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It's not so much that Luisa misses the pats to her head.

It's just… well... the thing is... Oh, who is she kidding? She does miss them. A lot.

But what a childish thought! What a ridiculous notion! She is 19 years old, pretty much an adult. She is bigger and taller and stronger than anyone else for miles.

She does not need to get her head patted.

But sometimes she will walk through the village and see a mother or a father ruffle the hair of their child. And sometimes Luisa's steps will falter and her eyes will linger a little bit too long on the sight. When the parents notice her she will smile and wave and ask if they need help with anything to cover up her staring.

How childish. How ridiculous.

Especially since she is not deprived of physical affection at all. Admittedly, there was a time where it could have been more, where each family member was too wrapped up in their own problems to pay much mind to the needs of others. Where a hug or a hand on your shoulder were rare commodities indeed.

It's gotten so much better with Tio Bruno's return and the whole Casita fallout.

Luisa is getting hugged all the time now. All of them are. Some days it feels like there is constantly someone hanging off of her. Mirabel is linking arms with her every time they take a walk through the village.

(Luisa knows it's mostly so Mirabel can pull her away in case someone bothers her too much with chores, but she'll keep mum about it. Her little sister thinks she is so sly).

And Isabela will touch her arm every chance she gets. Grab her wrist to show her something. Poke at her biceps to get her attention.

Mama and Papa mostly rub her back or take her hands to give them a squeeze.

But that's the thing. All of the physical contact never goes higher than her shoulders. Mama will sometimes sneak a kiss to the cheek when she catches Luisa sitting down, but that's about it.

Luisa is too tall. She towers above everyone. If anyone wants to touch her above the shoulders, Luisa has to bow down a little or they have to stand on their tiptoes and why would they, if everything else of her is so much easier to reach without acrobatics?

But while Isabela is very tactile with her affections again, Luisa misses how it used to be when they were little.

When Luisa was still smaller than her big sister, Isabela would constantly ruffle her hair and give her head a pat afterwards. Luisa remembers the feel of little hands rubbing through her hair, the pressure on the top of her head. Even after getting her gift, after becoming the strongest girl in all of the Encanto, a head pat from Isabela managed to make her feel vulnerable in the best possible way. Small without feeling insignificant. Isabela's hands in her hair meant safety and familiarity. Her big sister, looking out for her.

But then Mirabel's ceremony happened and Isabela grew more and more distant and serious and Luisa grew taller and taller until she towered over her big sister and Isabela had to stand on tiptoes to reach her head or Luisa had to stoop low so her hermana could reach it.

And Luisa could see Abuela's disapproving look over their heads. Could hear her mutter about growing up and letting go of childish gestures. And she could see Isabela going to war with herself. Wanting to make her Abuela proud, but also wanting to be a big sister.

And so Luisa did what she had always done best. She took the pressure off Isabela and made the decision for her. Stopped stooping and bowing. Kept her back straight and head held high.

And sooner rather than later Isabela stopped trying to reach upwards. Everyone did.

So it is actually Luisa's fault the head pats stopped and she has no business missing them.

Now if only she could stop thinking about it every time she visits the village.

She is once again watching a father ruffle his son's head with a wistful expression on her face when Isabela finds her.

"Luisa!" she says and lightly punches her arm. "Dinner has been ready for a while. We are all waiting for you."

Luisa startles and fails her hands. "Oh, my I'm so sorry. The donkeys got out again and I-"

"Again??" Isa narrows her eyes. "That guy! Didn't we tell you to let him deal with them himself? He'll never cough up the money for a new fence if you always help him."

Luisa rubs her neck and smiles a little sheepishly. "But what if the poor things run away? The mountains can be treacherous. I don't want them to get hurt."

She dares to look at Isabela. Her older sister looks unbearably fond.

"Ah, Luisita. Always have to look out for you, don't I?"

Isabela hasn't called her Luisita for many years. Maybe that's the reason why she unthinkingly raises her arm and goes on her tiptoes. Luisa instinctively knows that Isa is not merely trying to reach her shoulder or upper arm.

The movement comes naturally. If Luisa had thought about it, maybe she would have frozen with a strange mix of apprehension and delight. Maybe she would have straightened her spine and held her head up high.

Instead she bends at the waist and sighs softly as Isabela's long and graceful fingers card through her hair.

It is just like Luisa remembers. Better even. A tension she didn't even know was still there leaves her shoulders, a heaviness lifts off her heart.

They must look ridiculous, Luisa bent over, Isabela on her tiptoes. But for the first time in so long, Luisa feels like a little sister again. Vulnerable in all the good ways. She doesn't care what any of the villagers will think and Isabela doesn't seem to either.

Maybe Luisa wasn't the only one who'd missed this.

The hand leaves her head and when Luisa straightens and looks at her big sister there is a shine in Isa's eyes, a soft smile on her face.

"Let's go home, hermanita."

Luisa nods. The top of her head is warm. Almost as warm as her heart.

"Yes, hermana."

#encanto #encantober #encanto fanfic #encanto headcanons #encanto luisa #encanto isabela #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #Have some Isabela and Luisa fluff #Luisa is a little sister!!!#No matter how tall she is!!

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suncakie · 2 years

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—Empanada | Camilo x fem!reader

request. [Anon] Hii, I’m here for a request :3 Can you write a fluff one-shot Camilo x fem reader where Camilo present the reader to the whole family and theirs reactions? Bye have a nice day!!

Warnings. Ooc Madrigal family, Camilo is ooc(?), Agustin didn't get screen time, suggestive content(just camilo suggesting to call him papi), Fluff, cliché ending.

Notes. Hello Anon!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long I got kind of busy with tests but here it is! I hope you have a nice day too:DD!!

Camilo never found the time to introduce you to his family, Felix and Pepa's Anniversary celebration came around and it seems (un)luck settles with him.

"Mami, Papi, this is (name), my partner" Camilo your lover introduced as you waved awkwardly towards the two adults.

Today, encanto was celebrating an event which you had no clue what was it about, although looking at the matching colours of the theme and the outfit the couple in front of you were wearing, you assumed it was their anniversary.

According to Camilo, you haven't met anyone from your partners side, well except for Antonio who practically acted as your son during your relationship, Camilo was a little jealous at first because your attention would go to his little brother more if he was in the same room as him, but the more it happens the more he thinks your an amazing example of a wife.

The duo in front of you seemed to be enthusiastic and lovable. I guess you know know where Camilo gets those from.

"I hope my son treats you right" the redhead–Pepa which she introduced as–told you honestly as she took your palms in her hands, a small smile on her face.

Her husband, Felix, was by her side sincerely nodding along with an arm on her waist, it was a sweet relationship, like the both of yours, your just more...introverted.

"He does" you started and starred happily at the both of them, your lips twitching upward unconsciously "you have a great son Mrs. Madrigal"

Suddenly, a call of a pair of names alerted the duo of their need of appearance, giving the both of you a smile "no need for honorifics, call me Tia if you would like so"

"Call me papa too!" Felix butted in as Camilo playfully scoffed at this "pa! (Name) probably doesn't want to-"

"Thank you so much Tia and papa, happy anniversary too" you told the both of them, Camilo looking at you dumbfoundedly as the couple in front of looked at you proudly.

"The pleasure is all ours"

"That ended well" you told the curly head beside you, a smile plastered on your features, Camilo on the other hand playfully pouted at you.

Crossing his arms at you "it didn't! How am I gonna live with you calling my father 'papa'?!" You laughed at him, patting his shoulder apologisingly "don't worry, I'm not, let a man have their fun"

"You should call me papi" Camilo smirked at you, while you looked at him bored out of your mind "I would rather not"

Not long after the conversation, a voice interrupted the both of you, directing your attention towards the crowd

"(name)!" A familiar voice shouted from the distance, you grinned at it and kneeled down, readying yourself for a force of impact.

"Tonito'! Hello!" You greeted and hugged the boy, the curly head giggling back at you while you squeezed him tightly before carrying him on your arm.

"How is my buddy going?" You grinned at him while he answered your question with the things he had done with Mirabel, which you pressumed who you will meet next.

Speaking of the devil, a curly head emerged from the crowd, panicking as her hair seems to be dishevelled, however, she seemed to perked up at Antonio's voice not too far from where she is standing, directing her attention to you and the boy happily chatting in your arms.

"Antonio, there you are, I was looking for you" she sighed in relief and Antonio looked clueless but shrugged her statement off.

He pointed at you with a smile on his face "I'm with (name)! By the way, (name) this is Mirabel, Mirabel this is (name)" he introduced the both of you, if you're asking where Camilo might be he is sitting on the floor, bored that you have just been introducing yourself to his family the whole day.

It's his fault that you just met them today.

"Pleasure to meet you" you grinned and placed Antonio down, shaking hands with the female madrigal, she complied and shook hands with you.

"Your Camilo's partner right? You know you should have someone better" she whispered at you jokingly, Camilo whining just below the two of you as Mirabel giggled at him.

"Please, he's the only one available" you joked back, the boy below you shooting you an offended expression, exaggerating it with a hand on his hand.

The both of you laughed at his expression while you calmly told him that your joking, Antonio, who now wanted nothing to do in the conversation, tugged Mirabels hand and waved a goodbye to you, wanting to join into the dancing in the center.

"We should go get food" you muttered to Camilo while sticking your hand out to him, helping him up to stand, he happily obliged, finally happy to spend time with you rather than listening to introductions.

"I heard Tia made some Empanada's!" The boy beside you excitedly told you as he unconsciously held your hand, dragging you along the food stall.

"I never tasted Tia's Empanada's before" you replied, now looking for the tray that stored the Empanada's.

Camilo frowned when he couldn't look for the food he excitedly wanted to taste, unfortunately for the both of you, the food seems to be out of stock, which made the both of you eat arepas instead.

"Arepas taste better anyway" you tempted to enlighten the situation as you realized how bummed out your partner was when the Empanada's were out.

Camilo pouted at you, but lightheartedly chuckled at your attempt at making him smile, although it was a bummer the both of you weren't able to munch on the Empanada's.

"Huh? (name)? Didn't know you were here" A once again familiar voice spoke to you, well you assumed spoke to you as the two of you looked upwards.

Camilo grumbled and visibly pouted at how somebody disturbed your quality time together, not to mention how another introduction will happen right infront of him.

"Luisa! Hey, how are you?" You smiled and fist bumped the taller female infront of you, the curly haired boy frowning in confusion at the interaction.

"I'm doing great! I also followed your advice! It's really fun to see a dandelion grow" Luisa Charmed in, the both of your now engaging in a deep conversation of who knows what.

Camilo on the other hand looked stunned, since when did the two of you meet? And a dandelion? Advice? Dude, how long is this friendship been going? How come he wasn't aware about it?

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another voice pitching in the conversation.

"Isa! How are you doing today?" You greeted and hugged her back, Isabela smiling up at you, until her gaze landed on a lost child right beside you.

"Oh! This is my partner I was talking about" you introduced as Isabela frowned, Luisa congratulating the both of you of having a healthy relationship.

"You have horrible taste" Isabela calmly stated, although you couldn't identify who she was talking to as she faced the arepas in the counter.

"What-" "I'm not talking to you"

Camilo shut his mouth after he got cutted off, Ouch, what's up with Camilo Hate all of a sudden, You snickered at that while your lover shooted you a glare.

"Anyways, (name) you should teach me how to do flower crowns! I heard you know how to" Isabela excitedly told you, although you assumed she doesn't mean right now as people seems to be calling her.

"Sure, Whenever your free" you grinned while she happily nodded, before waving a goodbye, it was a short conversation but hey, it was an interaction.

Luisa on the other hand, was also needed for something, the piano you pressumed as she also waved a goodbye while running towards a direction to who knows what.

"I got fresh Empanada's" Julieta called out when she noticed the two of you near the food Bruno tagging along with a few rats with him, you grinned while Camilo's eyes sparkled with excitement, grabbing two Empanada's on the tray.

"Sorry I got it late, Agustin got chased by bees" she sighed at her husbands clumsiness, you waved her off, also grabbing an empanada on the tray.

"It's fine Tia, as long as Tio is okay" you smiled up at her.

"Aww sometimes I think your too nice for our Camilo"

Camilo could feel his heart shatter, I guess today really is hate on Camilo day, are you really out of his league? He thought he's the only one who thinks that.

"By the way, this is Bruno, I believe you haven't met him" Julieta Introduced as you nodded along lifting a hand up towards the boy.

"Hello, I'm (name) Camilo's partner" Bruno sort of looked stunned but softly smiled and shook you hand "I'm Bruno, but you probably already know that"

You smiled as your attention suddenly went to his rats, who were hiding in his ruana, Bruno realized this and hid them more, thinking you didn't want to see them "sorry- they are my friends, they always-" and was cut of by you.

"You should introduce me to them sometime, I would love to meet them" you grinned as Bruno starred at you at utter disbelief, his attention suddenly went to Camilo, who looked dumbstruck at what Julieta said earlier, but still listening in the conversation.

"Camilo, take care of them, she's a keeper"

"Oh my, its nice to finally meet you" a soft spoken voice slightly, caught your attention if it wasn't for Julieta looking further behind you, cutting off the telepathic conversation Camilo and Bruno were having

"Wait sorry, are we disturbing something here or?" Mariano, Dolores's partner apologised while Julieta politely shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid your not" she smiled before adding, holding both of yours and Camilo's shoulder by each hand "well, we'llleave the four of you to it, I have to find Agustin before he gets stings again"

"And I have to find Roberto too" Bruno added to Julieta's statement as you nodded in understanding.

The four of you bid your goodbyes, you mentally thinking why every encounter you engage on another one, however, you do not decide the plot of this story.

Once Julieta and Bruno took their leave, Dolores excitedly held both of your hands, she probably wanted to see you for so long but your paths couldn't cross with the things the both of you had to do.

"Hi, I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister and I want you to know that Camilo once peed thinking that you will reject him" she introduced, calmly stating an embarrassing moment like it didn't affect the person involved which by the way was now trying to prohibit his sister to tell more.

"Okay okay, I won't tell her more, But I want you to know is that my dear brother loves you dearly and would die to save you, me and Mariano have been trying to get the both of you together when we saw you play with the children with him"

Completely ignoring her word, Dolores continued embarrassing her brother more, but fortunately for Camilo, its hiss first time the whole day to hear someone say the both of you are meant to be together, like two peas in a pod.

Although the sweet moment didn't last long as abuela also approached the four of you, ah yes the final boss, it may not seem to be for others as abuela stopped being into 'perfection' after the fall of Casita, but to Camilo, getting Abuela's blessing is like winning the lottery.

"Dolores, if you may" She slightly told her, The girl beside you, nodding away and headed to the dance floor with Mariano, the both of them swaying to the music with smiles on her face, of course not before telling you to meet up with her right after.

You looked at Abuela a soft smile on your face, yes your partner may told his issues to you about her abuela before but then again, you understood her perspective but you don't encourage it either.

She softly smiled towards you to, then to Camilo "I'm happy for you Camilo" gently, she took her hand in hers, your partner stunned at what the older female said.

"Please take care of him as I couldn't do so" she softly told you, your eyes slightly blurred on you, it wasn't emotional oh dear no—you just know the history of those words that made it emotional.

You removed your hands from her hold, taking her own and smiled to her, Camilo on the sidelines looking at the both of you, still slightly stunned but very happy, more likely very happy at the next words you spoke.

"I will, always"

@2022 all writings belong to @suncakie. Do not repost or steal.

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brunofanfiction · 1 year

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🥺 Best Tío: Bruno! 🥺

Master List (Pt.1)

🥺 A Madrigal gets Sick

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

🥺Hide and Seek

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

🥺Petting Zoo

By @metaphoricaltigers

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

🥺 Daisy Chains

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

🥺Duerme Bien

By @waitingonavision

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

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

By @impossiblefangirl0632

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

🥺Little Gestures

By @sokkas-first-fangirl

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

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wikluk · 2 years

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

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

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

the secrets that you keep are ever ready

Mirabel couldn't believe it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She coughed.

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

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

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

“Are you alright, Mirabel?” Mariano asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? I don’t feel anything...”

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

And she knew her face got dark as a beetroot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know I always was prone to sicknesses!”

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

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

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

“I didn’t ruin your life!”

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

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

“What–”

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

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

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

“I–”

“You don’t love him, do you?”

Isabela was silent.

“You don’t even like him.”

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

“You don’t wanna to be his wife.”

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

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

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

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

Isabela nodded.

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

“Oh, do we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mirabel don’t–”

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

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

The hell broke loose.

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magicalmadrigals · 1 year

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

Read under the cut or over on AO3!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not only them, but her and Pepa too.

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

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

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

“Have you tried nursing her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I got in trouble sometimes too.”

“Oh, name one time, hermana.”

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

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

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

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

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row-boats3 · 10 months

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Madrigay days submission: coming out!

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

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

A breath of relief escaped before Isabela closed her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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threeawfulfruits · 2 years

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IT’S FINALLY POSTED!!! CHAPTER ONE IS DONE!!! HALLELUJAH!!! And only 16,500 words, what the hell? It felt like 50,000 while I was writing it 😂😭😭 Like any birth, I suppose.

Darling friends, please give it a read if it strikes your fancy. Let me know what you think!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39222627/chapters/98138409

#family fluff #and a bit of angst for flavor #encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfiction #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #benediction//malediction #author tag

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justanisabelakinnie · 1 year

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November 14

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

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

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

💙💖

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

“Where are we going?” Luisa asked.

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

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

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

Luisa smiled.

“And my primita,” Dolores piped up.

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, but—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy to feel needed, Mirabel nuzzled back.

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

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

“Not you two, tontas!”

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

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

“Now open!”

When Luisa opened her eyes, she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, no!” Dolores corrected.

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

“Oh, okay, thank you!” Luisa said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

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

Luisa giggled again.

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

“Can you tell?”

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

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

Fuck. Focus on the manicure.

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“I guess so.” Luisa agreed.

💙💖

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure she did,” Dolores said.

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

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

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

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

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

Dolores and Isabela sighed. “Juana.”

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

“You mean Luisa and Isabela,”

Dolores seethed through gritted teeth.

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

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

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

“Umm—“

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

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

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

“That’s mine,” she stated flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

Dolores snorted.

“What?”

Silence.

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

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

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

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

“Cousin.”

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

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

Juana shut up after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, really, thank you!”

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

“It’s perfect!”

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

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

“And pedicures too!” Mirabel added.

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

“You bet, sis!” Isabela agreed.

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

“Hey Luisa, happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Luisa said.

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

“I did not actually, but happy birthday!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juana rolled her eyes and sat down.

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

“Nails.”

“Oh, right.”

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

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

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

The girls left without saying a word to Juana.

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

💙💖

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

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

“Yeah,” Dolores agreed solemnly.

A pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” Luisa asked.

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

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

Isabela gave her a funny look, and Mirabel smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isabela rolled her eyes.

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

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

“Uh, thanks?” Dolores said awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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Agustín’s Birthday

IT’S OUR FAVORITE DILF’S BIRTHDAY!! A short one-shot of Agustín’s birthday. I had no clue what to title this. Shoutout to @sophiasi1172 and @enigmaticdoctorscully for the encouragement during my mental crisis. They really know how to bring the chaos and love. I appreciate them.

The sun peaked through the windows of the bedroom. Stretching every limb and rubbing his eyes, Agustín awoke from his slumber a little later than usual. He missed breakfast but planned on getting some once he went downstairs. Everyone was out of the house doing their regular chores. He did his final touches to his tie and vest before placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hand touched the doorknob and he muttered, “Another beautiful day.” He pushed the door open ready for the day’s adventures.

Agustín walked into an empty kitchen where a few arepas sat on the counter. Agustín grabbed one, bit into it, and pondered his to-do list in his head. It was supposed to be a quiet day since it was his birthday and Father’s Day. He looked around the kitchen and thought about making something. Usually, he would not be allowed to go near the kitchen or even cook in it, but since no one was home, he might as well take advantage of it. Agustín decided to make some polvorosas for the family to enjoy upon coming home from their various activities. He laid out all of the ingredients and got to work. He was excited to do this for his family. They all worked so hard, from his wife, who cooked for the whole village, to his daughter, who carried the world on her back.

He continued his quest, enthralled by what he was doing. Lost in his world, he pulled the tray from the oven, and the smell filled the room. A smile came to his face, and he was pleased with his work. Agustín plated them nicely and set them out on the counter before leaving for town.

He walked through town, waving to various villagers. Agustín was known for his clumsiness at first but also for having a bright smile that lit up wherever he walked. The kind smile helped the clumsy outsider integrate smoothly into the village.

A small group of children played ball, and the ball landed at his feet. "Kick it, Señor Madrigal!" Agustín kicked it to one kid, who kicked it to another, passing it to another. The group of kids giggled as Agustín stumbled as they kept a good volley going, and one kid kicked it so hard that the ball flew through someone's open window. Agustín and the kids froze.

Being a responsible adult, Agustín lectured, "We should politely apologize and ask for the ball–." but was interrupted by a yelling Osvaldo. Agustín's eyes went wide, and he interjected, "BUT in this case, we should probably just…. RUN."

The kids and Gus scattered, running in different directions while giggling. Out of breath, Agustín stopped running, and he found himself in front of a flower shop. Agustín walked in, deciding to get some flowers for his girls.

The storekeeper waved at him, "Hola! Señor Agustín! Is Isabela alright?"

"Ay, si! I want to get the girls some flowers, but I want it to be a surprise," Agustín smiled, holding the petals of the marmalade bush in his hands.

"What can I get you today?"

"I'll take a bouquet of pink bromeliad flowers, a bundle of purple banana flowers, and an orchid.

I would also like the small cactus. They are Isa's favorite," Agustín grinned, pulling out his wallet.

He walked out of the shop with all sorts of flowers in tow as he hiked back to Casita. He opened the door and could faintly hear the piano playing, followed by a frustrated groan. He made his way to the doorway, where his wife and daughters stood around Luisa playing the piano. Mirabel held her accordion and Isa stood with her tiple.

"It has to be perfect, and you are not doing what I want you to do," Luisa argued.

"Luisa, we are doing our best," Mirabel sighed.

"Yeah, plus–," Isa started putting her tiple down.

Luisa's hand flew up to her forehead, "It's just I want this to be the best birthday surprise for Papí, and I don't know how long he is going to be gone."

"Before I walked back, I saw him at the flower shop, which is rude because I can get him whatever he needs," Isa bragged.

Julieta, lost in the polvorosa, piped in, "None of you made these? They are so delicious." Julieta examined her snack, poking, and smelling it before taking another savory bite.

Entertained by the conversation, Agustín chimed in, "What a sight to behold to have all my girls in one room on a Tuesday!" The girls turned around to see Agustín smiling, setting all the flowers on the table.

The girls flocked to him to embrace him in a giant hug. "Happy birthday Papí and Happy Father’s Day!" All the girls sang with their bright smiles.

"Ah, thank you, but I must ask what you are doing?"

Isa pulled back and interrogated, "Hold on, what are all those flowers doing here? I could have made you some, papí."

"Ay, mi flor, I got each of you flowers. Well for you Isa, I found your favorite type of cactus. But these are for you," Agustín chuckled, "I wanted it to be a surprise, so, of course, I couldn't ask you to make them. No hard feelings, ok?"

Isa flew in to hug her father. “I love you so much, Papí.”

Julieta took the last bite of the polvorosa, trying to savor every last bit of it, even going as far as to close her eyes as she chewed.

"Ay, mi amor, are they alright? I threw them together quickly," Agustín asked, grabbing her hand.

Julieta's jaw dropped, "You made these?"

Agustín nodded before Mirabel giggled, "She has been talking about them since she took a bite."

"A rave review from the renowned Chef Julieta Madrigal," Agustín boasted, "All the lessons rubbed off." He threw a wink at her and she blew him a kiss.

"I'll let the fact that you cooked in my kitchen under strict rules slide because those polvorosas were so damn good," Julieta announced.

The family broke into laughter, collecting themselves once Luisa asked, "Papí, why are you doing all of this? It's your birthday; we should be spoiling you, not you spoiling us."

"'I'll answer that once you answer my question. What are you all doing?"

"We all decided that we wanted to play a song for you with vocals from Mamí," Luisa confirmed, "We were getting in one last rehearsal so we can sing after dinner. Mamí made your favorite."

“Your other gift is coming later, querido,” Julieta purred, winking at Agustín who adjusted his tie, turning red at the thought.

“Mamí!” All the girls groaned, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes. Mirabel gagged before putting her head down on her accordion.

"Anyway!” Isa diverted, “Luisa got a little stressed out,"

Luisa grabbed her neck and blushed, "I just wanted it to be perfect for him."

"Remember what we talked about, that word 'perfect’," Mirabel interrupted.

Isa demanded, "Now, answer our question!”

Agustín giggled at her demand. He sat next to Luisa on the piano bench with the girls surrounding him. "I know it's my birthday and it’s been a quiet day today. I played futbol for the first time in ages and didn’t fall on my face. I was relaxed today but I wanted to do something for my four favorite ladies. You spend most of your days worrying about me, and I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

A smiling Julieta's hand rested on her chest, and the girls chirped, "Awww. We love you, Papí!"

All four of them clung to him in a group hug, giving him as much birthday love as they could.

Agustín held on to them, hoping the moment would never end, but curiosity got the best of him as he looked at each of his daughters and wife.

"Now, can I hear what you planned for me?" Agustín asked, smiling from ear to ear.

The girls rushed into formation with their instruments. Pride and excitement exuded from each of them. Agustín could help to have pride radiate from him. All four women standing before him had come so far in the last year, and he couldn't control the broad smile on his face.

"Ready?" Luisa counted her sisters off, "Uno, dos, tres– hit it!"

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*I drew inspiration from Avatar: The Last Airbender during the episode where Uncle Iroh goes to celebrate his son's birthday. Specifically the scene with the soccer ball and Uncle Iroh encouraging the kids to take responsibility.

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