#protective alma

[acewithapaintbrush]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Encanto (2021) Summary:

A collection of the prompts for One-Shots and drabbles I have gotten on tumblr.

Chapter 5: An entitled and persistent villager comes to Casita, demanding a prophecy. Alma finally gets the chance to protect her son for a change. She also gets to threaten a bit of bodily harm. As a treat.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto one shot #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma encanto #disney encanto #camilo madrigal #protective alma #Alma gets to go a little bit feral here #She deserves it #Alma madrigal tries

[gamerbearmira]

Here's an AU idea I had. Took some inspo from your Protective AU and ReikoMizutani's 'Whatever it Takes' fic. Mama Julieta is pissed and takes matters into her own hands.

Julieta stood in the courtyard of Casita, it was the dead of night and everyone else was asleep, and the only light came from the glowing candle that sat in the windowsill. Julieta looked up at the candle with pure disdain, she didn't understand, everyone had been given a special gift, everyone except little Mirabel, her gift ceremony was a few weeks ago, and the poor girl had been inconsolable ever since, she's convinced there's something wrong with her or she did something bad to not get a gift, but Julieta refuses to believe that, her Mirabel is the sweetest girl in the world, she deserves a gift more than anyone. As if being denied her birthright wasn't enough, people had begun to treat her differently, the townspeople gave her weird looks and whispered behind her back, Isabela had begun to distance herself from Mirabel, and Alma practically avoided her like the plague, shooing her away whenever she sought her out. To top it all off, Bruno had disappeared the night of Mirabel's ceremony, Julieta didn't know what to think about that, sure she was worried sick for her hermanito, but she had a horrible feeling that Bruno's disappearance was tied to Mirabel's ceremony in some way, if her brother had left simply because he was freaked out Mirabel didn't get a gift she would personally strangle him. It made her blood boil, Mirabel was crying herself to sleep each night in a nursery she had been promised she would move out of by now and was being ostracized by her own town and family for something she couldn't control, and it was all that stupid candle's fault!

Julieta seethed silently in anger until a clatter of tiles at her feet pulled her away from her thoughts, "what is it Casita?" She asked, unable to hide the anger in her voice, the house rumbled as it rearranged itself, forming a staircase up past the second floor and to the windowsill that held the candle. Julieta was confused but climbed the staircase nonetheless, she peeked through the window into the candle room to make sure her mother wasn't there before staring down at the candle like it was a piece of trash. "Why?" she asked angrily, "why did you do this to her? You were supposed to protect this family, how is ostracizing Mirabel protecting the family? All the other children got gifts, how is that fair? How does making Mirabel feel like she did something wrong, or isn't good enough for your miracle, help anyone?!" Julieta took deep breaths to keep herself from raising her voice further, the last thing she needed was to wake someone up. "Why?" She asked again, "doesn't she at least deserve an explanation?" The candle seemed to spark in response, was the candle mocking her? Julieta's anger came to a boiling point and she grabbed the candle in frustration, having half a mind to just throw it to the ground or snuff it out right then and there, but before she could do either of those things, the candle flared up and Julieta felt a burst of magic course through her.

The miracle answered, and everything became clear, of course, how could she have not seen it before? It wasn't the candle, or the miracle, it was Alma, she had always put so much pressure on the family, to use their gifts to serve the community, to earn their miracle, she demanded nothing less than perfection, Pepa was never allowed to just let her emotions be, she always had to bottle everything up and force moods on herself to make whatever weather was convenient, Julieta was practically chained to the kitchen since the day she turned five, seriously, who makes a five year old cook food for an entire town? And how many times have people come to her stand with minor injuries that would heal on their own within a week? It was ridiculous, poor Dolores had to hear so many uncomfortable things, invading other people's privacy just for the sake of 'keeping an eye on things' like she was little more than a walking surveillance system, and little Luisa, she had just gotten her gift a few years ago, but she was already saddled with so much work, just last week she had moved an entire house just so the owner wouldn't have to deal with their noisy neighbor, Julieta had tried to protest this, saying Luisa was too young to lift something that heavy, even with her super strength, but Alma had brushed her off, saying Luisa was 'just doing her part to help the community' why hadn't she objected more? She could see her daughter struggling under the weight, why hadn't she done more to stop it? It's no wonder Bruno left, Alma had always insisted he do visions to foresee potential danger and then chastise him when he gave a vision someone didn't like, as if he controlled the future. Bruno had already cracked under the pressure, how much longer until the rest of the family followed suit? Well no more.

Julieta held the candle close as she descended the staircase back to the ground floor, "thank you, Casita" she said as the home once again rearranged itself, the staircase now leading to a blank space on the wall of the second floor. Julieta smiled as she reached the second floor, she knew her daughter wasn't to blame for the failed ceremony, and she had been right, it was Alma's fault, Alma had put the gifts and serving the community over the well being of her family, in trying to 'earn' their miracle she had actually weakened it, to the point where the magic wasn't strong enough to give Mirabel a gift, Julieta would make sure the town knew who was to blame for the failed ceremony, she had heard far too many rumors about that regarding her daughter, but first she had to right her mother's wrong. Julieta put her hand on the wall, and the candle once again glowed brighter, the wall swirled with magic until it eventually formed a blank door, complete with an intricately carved doorknob engraved with an 'M', Mirabel's door was back, Julieta couldn't wait to see the look on her little girl's face, and she would make sure it works this time, Alma won't take anything else from this family ever again.

Bruno was startled from his sleep as Casita threw him off of the chair, "what was that for Casita?" He asked, Casita pointed towards the door of his makeshift room, urging him to look beyond it, Bruno shrugged and opened the door to see whatever it was Casita wanted him to see, in the darkness, it took Bruno a moment to see what it was Casita had woken him for, the cracks, which had laced the walls since long before Bruno took up residency there, were gone, some smaller cracks still remained, but the bigger ones that Bruno had tried desperately to patch had disappeared, as of they were never there. Bruno could only stare in shock as he thought back to his final vision, the one that drove him to hide within the walls:

Mirabel, standing in front of a cracked Casita, with Alma looming over her, holding the snuffed out candle and giving a stern look Bruno had come to expect from her, but shifting the tablet showed a different image, Mirabel in front of a now intact Casita, and instead of Alma, it was his sister Julieta, holding the burning candle as she smiled down at her daughter.

WHATEVER ITS TAKES MENTIONED RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

You i finished reading the rewrite. Amazing. Love the writing and the writer is so nice, y'all should check it out, its so good.

ANYWAY THIS IS SO RAD. I honestly need to do more protective content, its been a while (then again I need to revisit ALL my older aus tbh). Candle holder Julieta...I'm so down with it. Like who she is the most caring and she always has her family's beat interest in mind. Especially Mirabel. Imagine how heartbroken Julieta is whenever she's sees Mirabel mopping around. And she even noticed the other family members at their struggles. Like she wasn't having it anymore, and she is so real for that.

Also, random asf, but I love it when. They bully the candle. Like why bully each other, GET THAT CANDLE❗❓ anyway shout to candle for helping Julieta see who's REALLY at fault (Alma I still love you <///3).

Shameless plug to give fanart for whatever it takes and this snippet Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

ALAO BRUNO!!! COME OUT THE WALLS!!! Or like. Something. Hopefully he sees Julieta taking a stand 😭

THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVED READING IT (twice) AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE (if you have it and want to share with the class <333)

'Whatever It Takes" is by @reikomizuao3 on AO3 <3333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto bruno #encanto julieta #protective au #whatever it takes #we need more evil Madrigals #but like not towards each other #towards the REAL problem 🤨 #but also I don't condone violence guys

[isaksbestpillow]

Moomin 💜💜💜💜💜

#woke up to alma running around the house after a seizure 💔 #it was a brief one and the running didn't last as long as before the meds either #it was only her second seizure this year so the meds have been supressing them quite successfully so far #so far the seizures have only made her a little silly afterwards but never fearful for aggressive #still it pains me knowing it can get worse :( #protect dogs with epilepsy at all costs!!!! #i mean look at this moomin she's such a kind and gentle soul

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Ooo for a prompt, if you want, Antonio and Mirabel having to promise to be gentle with Bruno because they wanna have some tìo time but Bruno is having a bad mental health day and/or a migraine.

They’re the babies of the family and I love this trio so much 💕💕

“Where’s Tio Bruno?” Antonio asked, looking around the breakfast table with a disappointed pout.

“Bruno’s not feeling well today, bébé,” Pepa said gently. “Remember we told you how he feels sick sometimes?”

“Oh…” Antonio nodded in understanding, but was still plainly disappointed. “But he promised to play today.”

Mirabel leaned in closer to Dolores and whispered, “Migraine or depression?”

Dolores held up two fingers and tapped the side of her head. Ah, bad mental health day then. Mirabel would keep an eye on that.

To her surprise, Bruno ended up joining them for breakfast. He was late and Mirabel’s heart twisted as she realised he’d plainly been crying.

“Tio!” Antonio shot up from his seat and tackled Bruno into a hug. “Are you feeling better?”

“Um- well, I…A bit…” Bruno was plainly scrambling to think of a lie or reassurance, caught off guard. Luckily, Camilo distracted Antonio by pretending to steal his orange juice and Julieta quickly led Bruno to his seat.

He didn’t eat much. Most of his food went to his rats. Abuela tutted over their presence but, for once, she didn’t protest.

That alone told Mirabel how bad it was.

She watched her uncle like a hawk for any signs of distress. No way would he be able to handle a park full of screaming kids today. But would he be able to tell Antonio “no” when he felt like this?

Mirabel didn’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. Besides, was it really her business?

She firmly decided that, yes, yes it was. If her Tio was unhappy or unwell, Mirabel wanted to know. She wanted to help.

She couldn’t fix it, she knew that. But she could help.

After breakfast, Tio Bruno seemed only half-aware, stuck in his own head, drifting away. He knocked on the doorframe as he headed for the stairs, his head lowered and eyes dark. What little energy he had seemed to have vanished.

Antonio went racing after him. Mirabel caught him.

“Hold on, hombrecito!”

“But we’re going to the park today,” Antonio said. “Why’s Tio Bruno going back to bed?”

“He’s still not feeling well,” Mirabel explained, as gently as he could. “So he needs to rest.”

Antonio looked like he was thinking very hard about it.

“Can we help him?” he asked. “Maybe Tia Julieta’s food will make him better if he has more.”

“It’s, uh…not that kind of sickness.” Goodness, she was echoing Tio Félix now. “It’s- because of his visions!” It seemed so simple: Antonio already knew that Julieta couldn’t cure vision migraines. It was only a little white lie.

He nodded in understanding, looking sympathetic. Those big sad eyes should have been illegal.

“Then let’s find him a plushie and a story,” Antonio said solemnly. “That always makes me feel better.”

He didn’t wait for Mirabel’s agreement or permission; he went to his room and Mirabel hurried after him. He was sorting through his toys and books and he handed the biggest plushie to Mirabel, holding his favourite book with a smile.

“Let’s go make Tio feel better!” he said and Mirabel just about melted on the spot. She knew they should probably just leave Bruno alone, but…Well, hadn’t that been part of the problem? Leaving him alone had only made it worse before.

So Mirabel followed Antonio to Bruno’s room.

Bruno was curled up in bed, his curtains closed, and the blanket pulled right up over his head. Antonio climbed onto the bed, settling the plushie by Bruno’s head.

Only then did Bruno seem to register that he had company. He lowered the blanket a few inches, revealing tangled hair and painfully sad eyes.

“Uh…?” He pushed the blanket down fully from his face and Antonio sprawled next to him as Mirabel sat on Bruno’s left, the book in her lap.

“We can have a story day,” Antonio said happily. “So we won’t hurt your head.”

For a moment, Bruno’s face was so expressionless that Mirabel feared he’d kick them out. Maybe he’d even snap at them, or start crying, or- well, she didn’t know. But maybe they were only making him feel worse.

Bruno didn’t say anything. His smile was small and weak, barely there- but it was a smile. Mirabel sighed in relief.

“I’ll read,” she said and Bruno shot her a grateful look as he sat up. Antonio cuddled against him, smiling at Mirabel expectantly.

No, Mirabel couldn’t be sure if she was doing the right thing at all. She was willing to bet no one in her family really knew how to help.

But they were trying. They were doing better.

And Bruno was smiling. That was what mattered.

Mirabel opened the book and began to read.

#answers #prompts #asks #bruno madrigal protection squad #la familia madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto prompts #snippets #bruno my beloved #my writing

[chipjrwibignaturals]

THOUGHT ABT CHIP JRWI INCIDENT 40 DEAD 32 WOUNDED

#im so fucking far behind so I feel like I can’t rlly say shit #bc either its shit I’ve already said or abt events I haven’t witnessed myself #so I can’t like. give MY take im going off second hand info anyway #idk I just. I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!! #he’s so selfish and selfless and all he really wants is to protect and love #forever some part of him is stuck as that little boy on the black rose #whether it’s in his desire for family and crew or even just his… simple urge to do good for goods sake that children have #before hard reality and Reuben and the streets told him to keep to himself and only care abt him and his #idk I just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ya #it took gillion beating the shit out of him for that selfish shell to break #for him to realize like. hey. you’re impacting the ppl you interact with and you’re being a *dick* #and after we see him care more not just for his crew (like keeping his promise to gillion to not lie or just trying to know them better) #but like. signing for la alma. giving up grimms magic to revive people. stealing from royalty to give to an orphanage #loffinlot chip just… WOULDNT do that. it wouldn’t help him and just puts him at risk. just ignore it keep your head down and leave. #and even WITH that growth he’s still got that selfish streak— in the most positive sense of the term #him turning down Lizzie’s army offer in joaldo is him prioritizing those close to him over the needs of the many #(versus with Grimm doing what serves the most— self-sacrifice is easier to swallow) #anyway. tumblr mobile stopped showing my last tags like 7 lines ago so im stopping here just. #know that fucker is rotating in here again.

[futurstic-divineawakened]

Mirabel gets injured 1

* It wasn’t suppose to happen

* Nothing like that should have happen

* But the family could never forget the blood

* Or Antonio’s cries

* Or Julieta’s scream…

* The day was starting as usual

* It was six months until Antonio’s ceremony and the family was having a usual day at in town

* Nothing was wrong

* But an accident happen

* It shouldn’t have, the donkeys got out and they were more rowdier than usual, they were going all over the town bumping into stalls and almost going into stores

* They were getting closer to the center as Luisa tried her best to round them up quickly

* Mirabel was carrying Antonio to where Felix and Pepa were at, it was at the center of the town where there was a new house being made for a young couple

* “Mami” Antonio wave from where he was in Mirabel’s arms

* Pepa and Felix turned and wave back as Pepa went toward the duo to take Antonio

* The donkey came messing up the entire construction

* The donkey ran all over the site knocking down wooden pools makes the workers run away in fear of something happening

* The rest of the family came running with Luisa to the site

* Felix was telling them to get away

* A beam holding two giant wood planks came down right where Mirabel and Antonio was

* Pepa open her mouth to warn them, she scream as she move to get to them out of the way

* But Mirabel was quicker ”Tia here!”she threw Antonio to his Mami

* As if in slow motion the family watched as the beam fell

* Right on top of Mirabel

I am slowly digging myself into the angst side of the fandom…

#mirabel madrigal #encanto #encanto headcanons #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #protective madrigals #Encanto angst

[countessofravenclaw]

So I don't know how actively I will post about HSMTMTS S4... I am not very good a binging lump-released shows if I am not hugely invested. (I have better things to do)

But let me just say one thing about the teaser...

Ej saying that nothing like the wildcats does not make him a loser who can't let go of his high school years. You can still be friends with people you went to high school with, many people are. Plus he was talking about the Wildcats, not the school.

This is the moment I remind you that his dad, if not his family because we nothing of his mom, is abusive and probably has been his whole life. There is nothing wrong with holding your theatre group where you got to be yourself and do what you love and who act like family might I add, as your family. Its called found family, look it up.

#hsmtmts #So I don't wanna see anyone calling EJ a loser #Or saying that you should not be hanging around people from your highschool #I still go to the concerts out on by an art program of my alma mater #Also if Ricky would ahve said the same line in the finale when he graduates... no one would bat an eye because ''he can do no wrong'' #ej caswell defense squad #I wanna preface this by saying that no one has done this yet #But probably will #Judging by what was said during last season #We're still here and ready to protect him

[farthngdr]

“Ruminations” by Alma Perpetua

#Alma Perpetua the Instagram poet #familiar Alma theme echoed in The Price of Love #XAlma #Alma love poetry #Cockles #Please protect Alma with all your might

[luisamariatraumer]

His eyes ...

His eyes....

Between these two pictures there are 28 years apart.

And he still has those blue expressive eyes that had helped him communicate the emotions from his characters through all these years.

Those eyes that can reach to the deepest part of your soul.

I needed to find a Charlie. But when the Brendan Fraser “aha!” moment happened, I was like, “Oh, that’s really interesting.” Honestly, I didn’t even know that much of his work. It was more just seeing his eyes and his soul. And then he came by my office and we met and we sat, and I was like, “Wow, what a gentleman, what a sweet guy who clearly, clearly has a lot to tell the world about what he can do and hasn’t been given opportunity.”

Darren Aronofsky

The magic of Fraser’s performance here lies in his marvelously expressive eyes, which are practically bulging with love, though frosted in fear that he’ll never again find someone to direct that love toward. There’s a boyish charm in those eyes, and if you look close enough, you can also sense a fighter behind them.

Los Angeles Magazine

... Fraser nonetheless manages to communicate the humanity in this character even when the film itself does everything it can to undermine his efforts. It’s the way that he uses his eyes and his facial expressions to communicate sorrow, fear, self-loathing, self-pity, hope, desperation, spiritual longing, a fake sense of joviality and a genuine sense of joy. The manner in which his eyes dart around when he’s unable to reach a key that’s fallen on the floor.

Rolling Stone

 Although he’s draped in heavy layers of latex, the actor’s eyes convey subtext the screenplay can’t excavate.

L.A Weekly

But regardless of all the role’s transformation trappings, Fraser’s performance resides in his sad, soulful eyes and compassionate interactions with the characters that come in and out of his home.

AP News

.... His blue eyes

#brendan fraser #the whale movie #the whale 2022 #the whale #darren aronofsky #moby dick #the brenaissance #brenaissance #the scout #steve nebraska #brendan james fraser #respect brendan fraser #protect brendan fraser #blue eyes #alma

[grarts]

I’ve been reading D.Gray-Man and I just want this child to be happy and alive and--

#i'm really SAD #i love this kid protect thEM #d.grayman hallow #d gray man #d gray man alma #DGM art #d gray man spoilers #spoilers #my art #Alma Karma #d.gray-man #dgm

[julietas-basil]

When alma find out who was the guy that had done the hickeys (obviously Agustin since he's the only boyfriend she ever had), she cornered him and I don't have inspiration for what happened, but damn she was mad

I'm supposed to be studying but-

For the sake of julistín obvs

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“Alma hurried down the streets of the Encanto,averting her age from one passage to another trying to spot that Tall guy,that was diving into her Daughter's dress ever so often- She clenched the pitch-black pongo closed with one fist,supporting herself onto the walls of the Casas with the other...

Her breaths came short,after managing to spot that specific young man,her heart reaching its highest pace. She let a curse roll off her tongue,as she practically chased a young Agustín between the rock made paths. ' How can he walk so fast? ' She thought out of frustration,only for an idea to pop in her mind-

She hummed in thought,quickly stepping onto a different path than the one planned. She shifted her steps through the dusty road,popping right in front of the racing man,who yelped in surprise

"Señora Madrigal-"

"Buenos Días,Niño. May I have a talk with you?"

Agustín nodded nervously,in repeat sweat dripping over his temples. Alma coughed in a manner to help herself regain her regal posture. Back straightening,inhales,eyes slowly flattering open-

"I saw you in a very intimate encounter with my daughter Young boy."

His view was all of a sudden accompanied by a very Angry Alma, a pointing finger came to proudly standing in front of his chin,his eyes staring carefully at the limp that almost threatened to take his life-

"I WANT no funny bussiness with my Julieta do you understand-"

"Yes Señ-"

Before he could make an agreement with the old matriarch,his speech ended with her immediate interruption.

"YOU are not allowed to speak in my presence!

Esto es para mi hija,so you must listen to me adolescente intrépido-"

The bee boy gulped,trying to ease the burning knot down his throat. He didn't know whether he should fear for his life or run off into the distance. Doña Alma was a person he respected but he never knew her research would evolve that deep...

"Julieta is not a young girl for you to play around or be exploited by some youngsters like you! You better find a good excuse to explain yourself because I can make sure you will never be able to see her again!"

Agustin released his stressful gesture,relaxing his grimace only to be tensed again

"Julieta is a perfectly,good mannered young woman,with a rather charming wit...IF I ever catch you staring at someone else OTHER-

Than her. You are dead and you don't even know it."

Alma grasped at his creme Camisa,tagging furiously the fabric,almost hissing at the last syllables,through her pearly white teeth. Agustín's swallow was definately heard louder than expected,making Alma smile and whisk her hands together as she finished her sentimental paragraph-

"Are we clear Señorito?"

" ¡S-Sí! "

Agustin frantically moved his head,a toothy awkward smile on its way throug. The older woman cleared her throat again,returning her formal posture as if nothing happened between the two. She opened her eyes,hands holding for a second time her pongo firmly,a genuine smile spreading through her face now-

"Have A great day hombre...joven.

I hope my words were a very friendly reminder. Greetings to your Familia-"

The woman in her mid 40s,nodded her head slightly,walking down the path towards the sun-showered squared,a few citizens' voices echoing in the distance as they greeted the Older adult. Agustin,was left dumb-founded,fixing his collar vigorously and rushing to his home.

How could he be so accidental...of course falling onto random accidents was his specialty but the poor boy made sure to find a very secluded place but special for the couple,he knew risking it publicly wasn't in Julieta's favor as much as he desired to teaser her under the risk of getting caught...

He grinned lightly at the thought of his time with Julieta,the way her skin glowed under the golden sun and how her Whiskey eyes sparkled in the shadows. Her pepper waves brushing over his neck-

"Ow-!"

His thoughts were suddenly paused,after a door slapped open onto his nose,he yelped in pain holding his nose,while the old lady mumbled a few apologies. By wrapping her hand around his arm he guided the young man over the healer's stall. At least his thoughts will be alleviated by seeing the God blessed image of his healing heroine...that would really southe the pain in his nose both ways.

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #the madrigals #encanto #encanto fic #so oof #omg #angry alma #wow #she has no chill when it comes to protecting her children #couldnt agree with you more #anon ask #anon ideas

[acewithapaintbrush]

If you're still taking prompts, how about some Alma being protective of Bruno once he comes back?

"I need a prophecy."

Alma takes a deep breath and folds her hands in front of her stomach. She is blocking Casita's doorway. Nonetheless she tries her best to look accommodating, while at the same time keeping the man in front of her from entering their home. 

She likes Emanuel well enough. His parents had been dear friends and good people, even though they have apparently failed to instill some manners into their only child. 

An uncomfortable thought enters her head. 

Maybe it isn't so much a lack of manners, but a sense of entitlement. An entitlement the entire village seems to share in regard to her son's time and services and his gift. An entitlement she had done nothing to curb in the last fifty years. 

'I need a prophecy.' 

That sounds so familiar. She has heard that sentence a lot over the years. Not a question. A demand. One she had been all too willing to fulfill. 

But that's not the truth either, is it? It hadn't been her dealing with the demands, but her son. Her son, who hadn't been willing at all, but who had done it anyway because years of guilting and insisting had whittled away at his ability to say no. 

He still has trouble saying no and that is Alma's fault. 

It's time for her to do what she should have done the first time a polite request had turned into an entitled demand. 

"I assume," she drawls and straightens her posture "that I'm supposed to translate this into 'Can your son give me a prophecy, please,'?" 

The last word leaves her lips like a gunshot. 

Emanuel looks taken aback by the vitriol in her voice. "Uhm… I guess?" 

"What do you need this prophecy for?" 

The man bristles and blushes and that tells Alma everything she needs to know. He probably wants to know if his wife will cheat on him once again. Alma wonders why he thinks that the answer will be different from the other dozen times he's asked. 

Odette is a passionate girl trapped in a loveless marriage. What answer does he expect? 

"That's private!" 

"Well, I'm afraid I can't let you in then. You see, Bruno doesn't give prophecies anymore unless it is a life or death kind of situation. And even then he might decline."

"This is life or death." At Alma's raised eyebrow he grows even more agitated. "She promised she won't do it again. I need to know what's going on between her and the baker." 

"How about you ask her instead of my son?" 

"No! I need a prophecy! I want a prophecy! It's your son's duty." 

Alma breathes deeply. 

'They need your visions, son. It's your duty!'

The nausea threatens to overwhelm her, but she won't show weakness now. 

"The answer is no." 

Emanuel looks like he might try to push past her, but Casita rattles the door menacingly and he steps back. He is breathing hard, but then a glint enters his eyes. 

"Guess I'll have to ask your son himself the next time I see him in the village. He'd always been so accommodating, I'm sure I can make him see reason." 

Bruno might see 'reason', but what Alma sees is red. 

"So you need a prophecy that badly, Senor?"

Emanuel winces at the stiff address. He knows he has messed up, but there is no going back now. 

"Si!" 

"This is apparently of utmost importance to you." Alma pats his arm and leans in. "So allow me to take care of this myself. Here is your prophecy: your wife and the baker will make a very cute couple once she finally finds the courage to leave you and pursue him."

Emanuel sputters and huffs. "That's not-" 

"You are right." Alma hasn't rudely cut off anyone like that in years and it feels good. "That's not really a prophecy, since everyone knows about their feelings except you. So here is another one. On the house, so to speak." She leans even closer and lowers her voice. "If you dare bother my son about this or any other prophecy, they won't ever find your body." 

Alma doesn't think she is that scary. How could she be? Over 70 years old and so much smaller than Emanuel? But the man blanches alarmingly and hurriedly puts distance between them. 

"The council will hear about this!", he shouts and runs away. 

Alma is not worried. Let him go to the council to tell them that the holder of the candle, poised and kind Alma Madrigal, has threatened him. 

Let's see how much they will believe him. 

She closes the door and upon turning around only jumps a little when she comes face to face with her grinning nieto. 

"Abuela!" Camilo exclaims with way too much glee. "Didn't know you had it in you!" 

"I have no idea what you are talking about, hijo." Alma sniffs and walks past him with her nose held high "And I expect you to keep this to yourself." 

"Sure thing, Abuela." After a short pause he adds "I'm sure Isabela would help you, though. I heard she's experimenting with flesh eating plants." 

Alma doesn't react. It wouldn't be appropriate. 

But it is something to keep in mind. 

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The way Bruno hugs her from behind and gently kisses her head at dinner that night reminds Alma once again that you can't trust Camilo with a secret. 

Her son's arms are tight around her and he shakily whispers 'Gracias Mama' into her neck. 

'Oh well', she thinks as she takes the hand of her son and kisses a sore knuckle 'I guess I can let it slide this one time.' 

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto headcanons #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #Protective Alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #Alma tries #Alma went off in this one #She won't actually let isas plant eat a guy #Or will she? #Bruno madrigal protection squad

[gamerbearmira]

Protective...huh 🤨

hey guyyyysssss <333 I'm currently writing for this au and. I wanna share.

Also writing is the only thing distracting me from the fact that I'm sick lmao

Lea get it

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The sun shone into the nursery of Casita, indicating the early morning. Mirabel cracked open her eyes, groggily reaching for her glasses as she yawned. The newly-turned 5 year old slid them onto her face, stretching as she looked around. So it wasn't a nightmare. She really was still in the nursery. Her ceremony did fail. She had no gift, no door. She wasn't like her family. Wasn't special.

Mirabel's eyes welled up with tears as she looked around. Her things still in boxes because she had been too sad that she never got to unpack and put it all back. Her ceremony dress thrown onto the other, empty and stripped bed, from when her mama helped her change into her night gown.

Looking at her ceremony dress she sniffed. What went wrong? She was a good girl, right? She was nice, helped her family and the townspeople, and always shared. So what happened?

Looking at the clock it read 8:00 a.m; an hour later than usual, she had missed waking up her family. She could already tell because she could hear some movement happening within Casita, voices too.

Mirabel frowned as she started to cry. What had she done to deserve this? She held her face in her hands, letting the tears fall. She heard Casita flip some tiles, but she didn't move. A moment later, she heard the door open. Looking up, she saw it was her abuela. Mirabel looked at her for a moment before looking away. She saw her abuela's look, she looked sad. She must be upset Mirabel didn't get a gift.

Mirabel stared at her covers as Alma sat down. She didn't look up.

"Mirabel?" Alma asked softly, moving one of her hands to cover Mirabel's small one. Mirabel didn't say anything. "Mirabel can you look at me please?" Alma asked.

Mirabel slowly looked up, glassy eyes meeting her grandmothers gentle ones. She didn't look upset or mad. Not disappointed or weirded out like Mirabel had thought. She looked a little happy if anything.

"I'm sorry," Mirabel quietly sobbed while looking at Alma. "I'm sorry I didn't get a gift. It's my fault the candle flickered," Mirabel cried, holding her Abuela's hand, looking down at it.

Alma frowned, and lifted Mirabel's face up, cupping her chubby cheeks in her hands. After using her thumbs to wipe away her tears, she kissed Mirabel on the forehead. Mirabel looked up to her Abuela in shock.

"Its not your fault. None of it was. It was that mean old candle," Alma said, and Mirabel giggled a bit at Alma's lighthearted teasing. Alma smiled as she picked up Mirabel, pulling her into her lap. "You are a gift yourself Mirabel, never forget that. You didn't fail anyome and you didn't mess up."

"Really? I'm not broken?" Mirabel asked and Alma shook her head.

"No. You are perfect the way you are. I promise," Alma said and Mirabel smiled as she hugged her Abuela. "Now. I've got a surprise for you. But first, we have to get you ready."

Mirabel's face lit up, a surprise? For her? She watched as she grandmother reached to her side and pulled something from her other side. A small, flat box. Alma handed it to the girl and she looked at it confused.

"What's this?" Mirabel questioned, looing at the neatly wrapped box.

"A birthday present," Alma said. She knew Mirabel's birthday was the day before but...she wanted to redo it. Do it right, everything had to go right. It had to be perfect.

"For me?" Mirabel as and Alma nodded. Mirabel look down, gently opening the box. She beamed at the present. It was a brand new dress. In her favorite color too! She usually wore clothes that were like her mama; after a Madrigal children got their gift, clothes that hinted their gift would be made and given to them. Mirabel wasn't given that chance but now...

"Just for you mariposa," Alma said, helping Mirabel pull it all the way out. "I know its early but I know you've been wanting one so..." Alma trailed off as Mirabel looked at it in glee.

"It's perfect!" Mirabel smiled, hugging her Abuela tightly.

"I'm glad you like it. Now, let's get you ready," Alma said and she got up. She helped her granddaughter change into her new dress, carefully tying her white ribbon into her hair after gently brushing it while humming to the small girl. Casita helped the girl put her shoes on as she excitedly hopped around the room, continuously asking her Abuela what her surprise was, though she wouldn't say.

"Are you ready to see your surprise?" Alma asked as she went to the door.

"Mhm!" Mirabel hummed happily, completely forgetting about what had happened the night before.

"Close your eyes," Alma said and Mirabel cover her eyes. Once she did, Mirabel felt Alma's gentle hands guide her to somewhere in Casita, still on the second floor. She could hear her family walking around and some giggling probably from Camilo or Luisa. "Ready?"

Mirabel giggled and nodded.

"Tres...dos...uno...surprise!" Alma shouted and so did the rest of the family (though not too loud so as to not scare or hurt Dolores). Mirabel removed her hands and gawked at the sight in front of her.

Her family surrounded her, all smiling happily as they presented the surprise. The were decorations like the day before, just more refreshed; Isabela had even sprouted a flower crown on Mirabel's head of her favorite flowers. She could smell her favorite food downstairs in the dining room, much to her pleasant surprise.

There was a banner with Mirabel's name in various colors, with butterflies painted on (those were Camilo's idea), and it hung above a door frame. A blank door. Her door frame. There, as if it hadn't simply vanished the night before. The swirling gold and sparkles emitted off of it, shining in Mirabel's eyes.

"Well? What do you think?" Alma asked her granddaughter. Alma had done this last night. She had even gotten up early, earlier than Julieta even to help get everything set up again. Once she filled in the family on what she was planning, they were all in. None of then questioned how Mirabel's door came back giving her a second chance at getting a room. They had let the girl sleep in, not only because she might have been tired, but also because they wanted to get more things set up for her in order to surprise her.

"I...I love it! Its awesome! Muchos gracias!" Mirabel smiled brightly as she clapped her hands and her family wished her (another) happy birthday. Mirabel practically tackled her abuela's knees, hugging her tightly. "Gracias Abuela, for giving me another chance," she said cuddling into Alma, the older woman happily reciprocating the hug.

"Of course Mirabel," Alma said. "You deserve it."

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Don't look too hard guys, major cringe alert 🤓

Everyday is a struggle not to spam you all with content from protective, housebroken, mario, papatonio and cocooned.

Everyday I am fighting for my life. Been thinking about making a one shot book that features things I write for the aus on this blog. With credit of course.

OK BYE GUYSSSS ILL SEE YOU LATER

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[tresmadrigalsibs]

Another question having todo with your au with Alma, Does Casita still fall like in the movie ?

It actually doesn’t. Cracks do start to form as a result of Pepa’s stress with so much pressure being placed on her to keep her emotions in check.

There is a concern that she may bring down the house. When the cracks form, Alma blames Pepa and gas her stay in her room, which in my au blocks her abilities so they stay only in her room.

Mirabel will be a key part of helping poor Pepa. Sometimes she will ask Isabela to make lavender and chamomile, which she in turn takes to Julieta for help turning them into a tea she can take to Pepa whenever Alma is not by her side

#protective Alma au #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto au #encanto bruno #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto isabela #pepa madrigal

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

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Seeing the thunderous look on Alma’s face, Isabela had no qualms about cheerfully telling Osma, “You just lost your decorator.”

Osma hardly seemed to hear her. Her wide-eyed gaze was locked on Alma, who stalked over with Sofia Guzman at her side.

“What,” Alma said quietly, dangerously. “Did you just call my son?”

“I-I- I didn’t mean- I…Er, I just…” Osma looked more panicked by the minute and utterly stunned. Isabela knew that, once upon a time, Osma would never have been called out so publicly or bluntly, let alone by her abuela. No one would have called her out like this at all.. That was the problem.

“I believe the exact term was fish killing brujo,” Dolores said coldly. Once more, Isabela braced herself for a thunderclap that never came; Dolores’s resemblance to Pepa was downright eerie in that moment.

“I see,” Alma said. She drew herself up, anger burning in her eyes.

*

When Osma Pezmeurto makes the mistake of insulting Bruno in front of Alma, the family call a meeting.

You don't get to ask the Madrigals for help and then insult one of their own.

#flickering #with the dawn you rise (with the day you blaze) #bruno madrigal protection squad #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #senora guzman #senora pezmuerto #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #la familia madrigal #the madrigal family #the family madrigal #we talk about bruno #my writing #update #new chapter #next chapter

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Fear in the night

After a bad dream, Alma decided to go outside for some fresh air. It turns out that she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep well tonight.

Alma slowly stood up in the quiet water of the river, walking forward. Everything was pretty blurry as she rushed forward with only one thought. They had to get away. She saw the terrified look on her family's faces but didn't stop. It doesn't matter right now; the main thing is to go somewhere safe. The red moon glittered ominously in the sky. Alma witnessed dark shadows of people but couldn't actually see anyone.

 

"Mamíta!" Bruno let out a suffocating gasp, and Alma winced, also jumping in fear, as she looked somewhere where she heard a voice. Her hijo was standing there, frozen. A dark, twisted hand that looked like a chicken paw grabbed him, pulling him away.

 

"Bruno!" Alma screamed, now running to her son. A sable metal blade flashed in the air only for a second before falling right into her child, painting everything red.

 

Darkness surrounded them. Alma felt like shadows bent her down, pressing on her shoulders. 

 

"Mamá, don't leave us!" Her children's voices melted together. Alma attempted to look up, but everything was so blurry. The figures in the shadiness kept changing repeatedly, from ginger hair to black, from brown eyes to green. 

 

Alma opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but she couldn't make a sound. It's like she was underwater, and attempting to speak just made her have water in her lungs. 

 

She saw her family's outlines in the flickering moonlight; people were falling to the ground as rapiers hit them. The air was full of a bloody smell. Alma's guts twisted as she tried to close her eyes tightly, but then the screams around her became louder and louder.

 

"Abuela, help!"

 

"I'm scared!"

 

"Why didn't you help us?"

 

Everything was red. Alma wheezed, looking at her hands covered in blood. Why did it happen? E-everything was fine yesterday! Probably. Now all she could see were pictures of her dying family. Soldiers found them, and now everything that Alma tried to prevent for fifty years has happened. Her kids are now lying in her hands as breathless newborns. But somehow her grandchildren were still there, begging for help. There were only two colors: gray shadows and red from all the violence. The blood that she swore to never spill anymore. But now the water under her feet was red. Alma felt like she was drowning; a wave swept over her, pushing her down.

 

 

 

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Alma woke up with a terrified gasp, clutching to her chest. Her heart kept beating like crazy for over a minute as she gazed at the clock. Two AM. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Everything was fine. Nobody was dying. Nothing happened. 

 

But memories of the nightmare inside her head were still too fresh. The boiling blood in her ears was still too loud. Alma wasn't even sure, why she had a nightmare. It was over fifty years ago; everything is fine now. Still, her heart missed a bit when she thought about the cracks in the cliffs. Alma knew that now was a different time; right now, there wasn't any war that could take the life of someone important to her. They even visited Alma's home village not so long ago. But the images of bleeding shadows still flickered in her mind, almost mockingly. A dark reminder of what might happen in the future.

 

"I need some fresh air," Alma muttered to herself while carefully shooting her blanket. She looked out of the window, and the shutters wobbled a little. Yes, some time to think outside would be good.

 

 

Alma winced in stunner as she realized that she wasn't the only one who was sleepless in the middle of the night. There, on the bench in front of Guzman's house, sat Luisa, clearly distinguished by her big figure. Her loose curls were falling on her shoulders, making her look like some beautiful muse from ancient Greek myths in the weak moonlight. She looked at the cracks in the mountains, almost frozen, breathless.

 

"Luisa?" Alma's nieta fluttered at her voice. "Why are you awake?" She came up behind her, looking at the young woman worriedly. Luisa shrugged her shoulders, slightly crouching over.

 

Alma saw how Luisa pursed her lips unsurely as she sat next to her. "Abuela, why are YOU awake?" She finally asked back, keeping looking into the distance with an impenetrable facial expression, pursing her upper lip, her eyes looked like she wasn't here right now. Not mentally. She clasped her hands, respiring heavily.

 

Some parts of Alma wanted to scold Luisa for answering a question with a question, while others wanted to say that everything was fine. But her inability to speak about her feelings was the thing that led them all to lose their gifts. To almost losing one of her grandkids. So Alma took a deep breath, also looking at the mountains. "I had a nightmare." She whispered, breaking the heavy, tense silence in the air. 

 

Luisa made a surprised sound and finally turned to see Alma. Her face was so shocked as if she couldn't believe that her abuela might have nightmares. Then she bit her lip, taking a calm breath. "Me too." She sighed harshly, leaning back on the bench, looking at the broken mountain again, and crossing her arms over her chest.

 

Alma wanted to ask what Luisa dreamed about, but she knew that forcing somebody to talk about it was a bad idea. So, instead, she kept studying a severe crack far away, trying not to think about what could happen if something went wrong. As she saw with her side eye, Luisa did the same, staring at the rift almost without blinking. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to attack at any moment. And Alma probably wasn't any better, baring her teeth from a mix of anger for the monsters in her dream and fear for the family, chin tucked in.

 

There was a heavy, awkward silence for a few minutes, interrupted only by a light breeze. The air was wet; judging by the clouds in the sky, it might rain in the morning. Without Pepa's powers, they all had to get used to the equatorial climate. The stars were shining in the night sky, breaking through the cold fog of the night. The crack looked scary, almost ominously, as if it were laughing, "You don't know what might be behind me." Alma didn't want to know the dark thing—all the bad people that now had a way into the Encanto. But her memories of this awful dream were still too fresh. A vision of lifeless bodies kept appearing in her mind. Of what could happen if something went wrong.

 

"Is it..." Luisa hesitated, finally speaking again, hunching over. "Is it strange that I'm afraid that something bad might happen because of crack?" She asked unsurely, making Alma stare in surprise as she finally got distracted from contemplation of the mountain and looked at her nieta again, trying to proceed with what she just heard. Luisa looked at her hands, clutching them into fists. "L-like with Abuelo Pedro?" She sighed heavily, closing her eyes. "I know that... Every person from the outside world that we met was very nice, but..." She stopped in the middle of the sentence, not sure what to say next.

 

Alma couldn't hold back a surprised giggle, which wasn't left unnoticed by Luisa, who looked away in embarrassment, probably thinking that she just acts stupid. "Lo siento, I didn't mean to laugh at you." Alma immediately assured her. "It's just..." She pursed her lips. Talking about her feelings was hard. Throwing all those years of pain outside was barely pleasing, but Alma allowed these inner scars to be cooked way longer than they were supposed to. "That's what happened in my nightmare." She explained with a harsh breath, looking up at the cloudy sky, wondering if Pedro was looking at them right now. But, knowing that she wasn't the only one who couldn't keep calm because of senseless thoughts was a little bit reassuring.

 

"And in mine too." Luisa breathed out even if it was completely unnecessary because of her last sentences, and Alma was pretty sure that her nieta knew it too, clarifying it more for herself than for anyone else. Alma clunked her palms together, looking at Luisa, thinking that the two of them might have way more in common than she thought before. She never paid Luisa much attention, especially compared to her sisters. Isabela had the privilege of being the favorite grandchild, spending most of the time with Alma and, pretty much, overshadowing all the other kids in the house, including her hermanitas. But if Mirabel was desperately trying to get Alma's attention, always working around the Casita, asking her for credit over many things like needlework on her skirt or the new song for the town kids, even if it rarely was anything more than a simple 'good job' told just for politeness until Alma would return to her business. And Luisa did the same, except for the fact that she never asked for any sort of attention directly. Just working hard, desperately trying to be noticed, to earn some sort of prosperity. Yes, it was pretty easy to overlook Luisa, despite the fact that she was the largest person in the whole Encanto. It just felt like she was very small. The curse of the middle child, isn't it?

 

 

"I don't even have my gift anymore." Luisa murmured gloomily. "I won't be able to help if something bad happens." She winced, once again looking somewhere far away with a strange, abnormal sadness printed in her bones as if she were way older than she was supposed to be, making her abuela worriedly sick. Luisa shouldn't be worried about anything like that; it wasn't her business or something she was obliged to do.

 

Alma shook her head unhappily, speaking to her nieta. "Protecting this family is not your job." She should've said it ages ago, but instead, she placed the need to keep everyone safe on the kid's shoulders. Maybe if it weren't for Alma's own issues, Luisa wouldn't be sitting here right now, fretting just like she was. 

 

"It's not your job either." Luisa chuckled, shrugging slightly. Alma let out a weak laugh. Okay, Luisa got her here. It wasn't a job for anyone but for the whole family together. Even if asking somebody for help was scary and hard. But she used to rule alone, throwing away all worries to keep others safe, so asking anyone for help was unusual and very strange, like breaking some unsaid rule.

 

 "Fair enough, I think we both just got used to it." Alma sighed, and little smiling sprinkles appeared in her nieta's eyes. Alma was putting her problems away for the sake of her people, hoping that this pain over Pedro and her fear of repeating history would just go away. And her nieta used to be the one who could handle anything, no matter how hard it was. 

 

 

"I mean, I want to make sure that you all are safe." Luisa's tone became serious as she looked at the crack again. And something on her face just told Alma that if something bad really happened, if there was even the smallest threat, then Luisa would move mountains even without her gift, just to protect them. And for a moment, Alma saw a five-year-old who was sobbing in her white party dress, scared that somebody might take her family, just like they took her Abuelo years ago. The girl who promised to protect her family at the moment she earned her gift Alma wondered if this willingness to keep everyone safe was the reason why Luisa's gift was super strength. To make sure she was strong enough to save them all. People mostly assumed that it was due to her love for physical activity, but maybe there was more behind it.

 

"Thank you.." Alma whispered. "Luisa, you're the strongest person I know, even without your gift." Her nieta had a strong willingness to protect her family. Maybe a little too strong. She had already sacrificed herself for fourteen years for the community, letting go of her childhood for hard work. And if self-sacrifice was a generic family trait... Alma hoped that it wasn't, even if something in Luisa screamed that she would do the same thing as Pedro if it meant keeping everyone safe.

 

Luisa shook her head, clutching her hands in front of her chest. "I'm not strong." She chuckled a little, making Alma wince in surprise. "I would never live through losing someone I love." She scrutinized at Alma softly, even adoringly.

 

"I didn't do it either." Alma sighed. She had been mourning for many years, even if she hid this burning pain inside her chest, promising to stay with the one who could hold them together. Because she thought that she didn't have time to cry over something that couldn't be changed. Pedro was gone, and admitting it made her heartache. Thinking about how he never managed to meet his own kids was painful. For a moment, the wind became stronger, messing up their hair. Alma's white hair hit her spine. 

 

Luisa smiled, gently placing her big palm on Alma's hand as she threw her hair back. "Still, you managed to build this community out of nothing." Luisa squinted her eyes, there was some kind of pride inside them, destined for somebody really important. "I would never be able to do something like that." She looked down with a harsh sigh. 

 

Both of them stared at the rift again, not sure what to say next. Because the problem still remained. They were open to the outside world, which could be beautiful but also very dangerous. The shiny darkness inside the crack made Alma's guts twitch as she thought about everything that could be behind it right now.

 

"But what will you do if something really happens?" Luisa bit her lip, tucking a strand behind her ear, running the curly hair between her fingers, finally speaking about an unsaid problem. Truth be told, that's worth worrying about—the reason why Alma couldn't just ignore those nightmares.

 

Alma looked behind them at the house where the whole family was currently sleeping; she really hoped that everyone else had sweet dreams. Two nightmares were more than enough. "I'd like to say that I would discuss it with everyone and make some kind of plan..." She moaned, leaning back on the bench, trying to be honest, more for herself, and because now, sitting in the darkness of night, Alma realized that Luisa would never judge her for the truth, not when she was as worried as Alma is. "But I don't think that I ever would be able to out anyone, even at the slightest risk." Even the smallest thought that anyone could be hurt made her shrink in fear.

 

Luisa scratched the back of her head, lost in thoughts for some time. "Maybe I could delay the danger for some time." She put her head in her hands, and her hair was thrown behind the bench. "I still have my muscles." And she tensed her arms, showing her powerful hands earned by years of hard work.

 

"You don't have to." Alma assured her immediately, the last thing they needed was to return to their old habits and put a burden on just one person. It wasn't Luisa's job, and Alma really meant it. Luisa should run with everyone and stay safe, not risking herself for the sake of anyone else.

 

"I want to." Alma knew that it was true. Because something in Luisa said that she would do anything if it meant protecting them. She would give anything for it, even her own life. It was the same confident look that Pedro had at the moment when soldiers reached for them. If Mirabel got his optimistic outlook, then Luisa totally earned his endless love for the people that were important to her. Something, that made Alma shrink in fear of knowledge of what might happen if something would really go wrong.

 

"I know." Alma sighed hard, snuggling up to her granddaughter. "But this family doesn't need another Pedro."

 

They had enough trauma over one dead member. Alma would never be able to live with herself if her grandchild died. She remembered how scared she was, almost forgetting how to breathe, at the moment when Bruno's tower fell on Mirabel. When Alma only imagined what could happen to her little girl, whom she had abandoned for years. 

 

Luisa didn't say anything about it; she just shook her head, looking at the ground. The warm equatorial air was lying on their spines. The trees rustled far away as the wind played with their leaves. The bright stars in the clear sports in the sky shone somewhere far away from here.

 

"It's just so much to take in." Luisa fetched out a breath. "At first, my gift disappeared." She looked at her hands, clutching them into the fists on her knees. "Now we're open to the outside world." She hesitated for a moment. "Maybe I'm just overthinking." Luisa shook her head, giggling a little.

 

"I'm the last person who could blame you for it." Alma chuckled, thinking about how she came here because of her own worries. Yes, saying anything to be worried about nothing was total duplicity.

 

They became silent for a while again. The broken mountain stopped looking so terrifying. Still, the darkness between the edges of the crack sent an awful, twisted feeling of worry down her spine.

 

"I hope that everything will be fine." Luisa sighed as she put her head on Alma's shoulder, making her wince in surprise.

 

"I do too." Alma placed her hand on her nieta's spine, slightly patting her.

 

Hope was the best thing they could afford right now. After all, no one could see that the future was holding—not anymore. Even if Alma knew that her fears were mostly irrational, forced by old scars on her soul that would never heal properly. Still, it was hard to feel unsafe with Luisa around. Part of Alma wanted to slap herself, reminding herself that placing a burden of protection on Luisa wasn't fair; it wasn't her job or something she had to do. But again, her determined face said that Luisa would protect her family without any hesitation, not because she was forced to, but because she wanted to keep everyone safe because her heart was big and warm, ready to keep beating for her family. But the fear that this heart might go too far, willing to help them at any cost, was awful.

 

Alma winced as she realized that Luisa stared to sneeze on her shoulder, finally falling asleep. She chuckled, slightly ruffling her nieta's hair. "Have sweet dreams, Luisa," Alma whispered in the air with a soft smile, leaning her head on Luisa's. At least now they were safe. Her granddaughter deserved some good sleep after thinking about what might happen if she didn't manage to save anybody, despite the fact that she never had to be the one who should protect anyone more than a normal human. "Tomorrow is another day." Alma yawned, closing her eyes. 

 

Everything was fine. They were safe. She couldn't say that she wasn't terrified by the thought that something might go wrong. But for now, they were okay. No one was going to repeat Pedro's fate of disappearing in the cold water. There wasn't a smell of burning houses or fresh blood. And maybe, for now, things are quite okay.

 

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None of them had a nightmare this time. Even if, in the morning, both Alma and Luisa would laugh embarrassedly over the photo of the two of them sleeping together on the bench.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #there's not enough alma and luisa bonding #let traumatized grandma and anxious protective granddaughter comfort each other