Sequel to “Birthday kisses”. The Madrigal triplets are turning 40 and decide to trick their father into giving them extra kisses. Pedro is alive in this AU, because he was possessed by a spirit rather than killed, which lead to his family becoming shamans. 2796 words. Comedy and Family Fluff.
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“Abre los ojos.”
Three pairs of eyes opened. Three faces lit up at the sight of three cakes. At the other side of the table, the family matriarch beamed like the sun itself, her glow illuminating the three granddaughters who stood beside her.
“You can be proud of the girls,” she declared, smiling down at the young chefs. “They did a wonderful job. I helped only a little bit.” She gave each child an affectionate pat on the shoulder.
On their part, the girls looked absolutely thrilled. They couldn’t wait to talk about their masterpieces and have the family praise them.
The youngest of the cooks, Luisa, piped up first. “This is tres leches con tres agrios,” she pointed at the yellowy sponge cake. “It’s still tres leches, but the milk mixture has juice from lemon, lime and orange. To make it more interesting.”
Since the 9-year-old mostly spoke in the direction of her own mother, it was her who felt compelled to respond – and did so with a smile. “Sounds very refreshing.”
12-year-old Dolores couldn’t wait another second to have the floor. “This is a new cake I’ve heard about,” she indicated the block consisting of brown and yellow layers. “Turron de Doña Pepa. When I’ve heard there was a cake with your name, I had to make it. There is anise and sesame in the dough, and in the filling there are apples and figs and cinnamon.”
Pepa, her mother, did her best to look appropriately touched – which wasn’t very hard to achieve, since her heart was genuinely melting like caramel syrup at the moment. “This is so sweet,” she managed through her emotionally loaded throat.
The last to make a presentation was Isabela, also 12 years old. Unlike her cousin and sister, she made sure to establish eye contact with all three adults whose birthday they were celebrating. She wanted all of them to feel appreciated and to appreciate her in return. “This, ladies and gentleman, is my own invention. Almond sponge, creamy cheese filling with a speck of dulce de leche and peanuts, cocoa sponge and whipped cream with assorted caramelized nuts,” she put her hands on her hips in a gesture of triumph. “All for your enjoyment and delight.”
The triplets were all nodding in approval. Isabela’s creation did look elegant and dignified. Even the caramelized nuts at the top looked like a golden crown.
Bruno decided to speak up for himself and his sisters. “Sounds like you put a heck load of work into that one, Isa.”
The girl tried to look modest, but she couldn’t quite contain her – admittedly justified – pride. “Oh, it was nothing. The hardest thing to do was to stay out of each other’s way when we baked.”
“It was fun!” exclaimed Luisa.
The triplets chuckled. They would have to thank their mother later for orchestrating all of this. Supervising production of three baking goods can’t have been easy.
The head of the family, Pedro Madrigal, appeared, carrying three candles. He placed a candle in front of each triplet and lit it with a flick of his fingers. Those who had been born as Madrigals recognized the orange glow that clung to his hand, channeling the energy needed for the trick. Pedro gave his spiritual amigo a pat and turned to his children. “Make a wish.”
The triplets took a moment to contemplate their respective flames and promptly blew them out. The rest of the family clapped. A chorus of ‘Congratulations!’ and ‘Happy birthday!’ ensued. The birthday girls and boy (if you could still call them that at 40 years of age) accepted the wishes with joy and gratitude. It was an amazing celebration with their amazing family. There was nothing more they could wish for that day.
Well, accept maybe this one little thing.
“Abuelo, aren’t you forgetting something?” Dolores asked Pedro, who was about to start cutting the cakes.
‘Oy yes’, the triplets thought, sending one another conspiratorial glances, ‘here it goes’.
“No, what?” said Pedro, blissfully unaware of the trap he was stepping into.
“You have to kiss them!” exclaimed Luisa, emerging right next to Dolores and pointing animatedly at her mother, aunt and uncle.
Pedro chuckled. “Oh, I already did…”
But Julieta, Pepa and Bruno had already stood up from their chairs and headed towards their father, sporting wicked grins.
“Now, come on,” said Pedro. “You already got your kisses.”
Bruno had the audacity to look surprised. “Really? I don’t remember anything like that.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Pepa chirped in.
“Same,” agreed Julieta.
“This morning?” Pedro supplied. “In the dining room? Rings a bell?”
The triplets looked at one another. Chins were thoughtfully touched, locks of hair thoughtfully tucked back, and shoulders unceremoniously shrugged.
“Nope,” concluded Julieta simply.
“Not at all,” agreed Pepa.
“First heard of it,” Bruno summed up.
Pedro quirked an eyebrow. “You know lying is a sin, don’t you?”
His daughters and son doubled down, speaking over each other in an intentional chaos.
“We’re not lying, Papa!”
“You didn’t kiss us! Not today!”
“Surely not me! I would have remembered!”
By now, Pedro realized he was being challenged. “Oh, so that’s the way you want it, huh?” he drew himself up, the flame of competition brightening his eyes. In a decisive move, he turned to his wife for backup. “Do you see that, Alma? Our kids are lying through their teeth!” he called out in mock indignation.
Alma responded with an equally over-the-top disbelief. “Oh no! My sweet Angelitos? This can’t be!”
Pedro snorted. “Angelitos? They’re diabolos! Any moment now, they’ll be growing horns!”
“Tails!” cried out the 4-year-old Camilo. “Grow tails!”
The triplets, meanwhile, were shamelessly unrepentant, with chests jutting out and complacency plastered all over their faces. They went as far as playfully elbow each other as they were being judged by their parents. Where did they learn to be so smug, Pedro wondered. He put his hands on his hips and lowered his eye-brows, but his words remained devoid of seriousness. “Last chance, niños. Come clean and I’ll forgive your outrageous behavior.”
“But we’re innocent!” argued Pepa.
“So innocent!” Julieta added.
Bruno pushed forward, pointing his face with both index fingers. “Are these the eyes of a liar?!”
Julieta and Pepa joined their brother in putting on their best puppy eyes, but endured it for about two seconds before breaking into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Alma shook her head and turned to her husband. “You know what, Pedro? This has to be their worst performance yet.”
Pedro nodded readily. “It’s like they aren’t even trying. Who knew they’d get this lazy this young?”
Alma put on a thoughtful expression. “Maybe they think we’ve grown stupid in our old age and they no longer need to put in the effort into tricking us?” she offered in a lighthearted tone.
Pedro put his arms around her, beaming in admiration and cunningness. “This is most definitely the case, mi amada. And it most definitely calls for…” he moved his menacing glare onto the three siblings, “…a disciplinary action.”
Neither the words, not the glare seemed to have any effect on the triplets.
“Get down to it, old man,” Pepa challenged. “I have things to do.”
Bruno yawned provocatively.
Julieta widened her stance and cocked her head, daring Pedro to do his worst.
“Oh, you kids are in for a rude awakening,” declared the head of the family. It was time to invite more players into the game, he decided, moving his attention to the youngest generation. “Kids! What do you think is an appropriate punishment for lying?”
“Chancla them!” Camilo cried out, thrilled to have been asked for an opinion.
His same-aged cousin, Mirabel, was mortified at the suggestion. “No! Don’t chancla them! Chancla is bad!” she cried.
The boy appeared amused by her distress. “Spank them with a pillow!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
Mirabel left her chair and hastily climber onto her father’s lap. “Papá, tell him something!”
“We’re pausing the game!” Pedro called out and hurried to his youngest granddaughter. “Mirabel, mi vida, there’s no need to be scared. I’m not actually angry at your mamá, tía and tío. This is just an innocent game and nobody is really in trouble. And though I call it a punishment, what I really mean is a silly task. A task they will be able to refuse if they really won’t want to do it.”
“He is right, Mirabel,” Julieta called from where she stood. “This is just a game that we’re playing. Us adults get silly sometimes, too.”
“Once again, I’m sorry if I scared you,” Pedro spoke on. “It seems my performance was too convincing.”
Mirabel did not appear entirely convinced. “It’s really a game?” she asked.
Her eldest sister rolled her eyes at her. “Of course it’s a game. They’re all laughing. Do you laugh when you’re in trouble?”
Agustín narrowed his eyes at her. “Isabela, don’t be mean to your sister.”
Pedro reached across the table to pat his son-in-law on the shoulder. “Thank you, Agustín, for demonstrating a real scolding.” He then looked down at Mirabel, who was still safely nested in her father’s arms. “Do you see the difference, Mirabel? Between the way your papá spoke to your sister and the way I spoke to your mamá, tía and tío? He meant to be stern. I was only pretending to be stern. Isabela knows she was told off and that’s why she grimaced. My children, meanwhile, were grinning like idiots and doing everything they could to show me how little they cared. They knew I wasn’t really angry at them and I knew they weren’t being intentionally mean. From the very start, this was all a party game that we knowingly participated in. Do you believe me, mi vida?”
Mirabel took a moment to process her grandfather’s words. “I guess…?” she said in a small voice.
Pedro smiled at her kindly. “It’s alright, darling. It will become easier as you get older.” Having settled the matter, he once again straightened his back. “Okay, I believe we can go back to our game, everyone. So, once again, Mirabel: what sort of ‘punishment’ do you think is appropriate for lying?”
Mirabel thought about it. She wasn’t entirely comfortable with assigning a punishment to her mamá, even if it was for the sake of the game. But mamá was smiling at her encouragingly. She mouthed ‘Go on’. Tía Pepa and tío Bruno were nodding along. So maybe it was okay? Just to be sure, the little girl looked up at her papá. He leaned closer and used one hand to shield his mouth. “Maybe we should make them wear one another’s clothes?” he whispered mischievously. “Since they love theatrics SO much.”
Mirabel brightened up at his suggestion. She knew she could trust papá to save the day. It was with sheer delight she announced her decision to the rest of the family. “They have to wear the clothes I chose for them! And then they have to dance and sing a song!”
Pedro clapped his hands. “Splendid! Luisa?”
Mirabel’s middle sister had no problems coming up with a punishment. “Ten laps around the house!”
“Oh, that’s brutal. I like it! Isabela?”
The eldest of three sisters took on a serious pose. “First of all, they have to say they’re sorry. Then, they have to give all of us hugs and kisses.”
Pedro acknowledged it with a nod. “Very thoughtful. Dolores?”
Pepa’s daughter was buzzing with excitement. “I like Isa’s idea! Let’s have them hug and kiss us all! Oh! And make them do the dishes!”
Bruno pretended to be horrified. “Oh no! Not the dishes!”
Pepa dramatically gestured at the table. “Do you see how many there are? We’ll be up all night!”
“And I was so looking forward to getting drunk with my sisters!” Bruno lamented.
Julieta covered her face with her hands. “I think I prefer the chancla! At least it’s fast and over with!”
Her siblings were a little startled by that declaration. “Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” they glanced over at Pedro, as if to check if he was taking her seriously. His face made it hard to tell what he was thinking, and it seemed to be exactly the effect he was going for.
“We’ve had a lot of great ideas. Which ones would be the most satisfactory, I wonder?” he strolled alongside the table, faking deep contemplation. All the Madrigals watched him in anticipation. He ravished their attention, taking his sweet time, before allowing the wicked grin to return to his face. “I’m going to go with what the majority wants,” he told the triplets as he walked over to them. “You owe a hug and a kiss to each of the children, your mother and myself. Any objections?”
Surprisingly, there were some – though not from the source he had considered. “Hey! What about us?” Félix called out. “I didn’t marry into this family to be excluded!”
Bruno was quick to counter him. “Félix, I am not going to kiss you!”
His brother-in-law looked genuinely shocked and hurt. “Why ever not? Am I not handsome enough for you?”
Bruno ignored him in favor of his own father. “I don’t need to answer that. I won’t be kissing Félix, or Agustín. This is my very reasonable boundary,” he put his hands on his hips to underline the point.
“Very well,” conceded Pedro. “Do handshakes fall within your very reasonable boundary?”
Bruno thought about it. “Yeah, I could live with that.”
“Then it’s settled. Félix and Agustín get handshakes. The kids and the two of us get hugs and kisses. I will be watching, so don’t try and cheat the system.”
Julieta raised her hand. “What happens when we cheat the system?”
Pedro spread his arms in mock-defeat. “Well, If you would be so foolish as to refuse this very light and very reasonable punishment, I guess I’ll have to turn you over to the next competent authority.” He shot a communicative look at his daughter’s husband. “Agustín, I believe you have a better idea than me as to what sort of disciplinary measures will work on your wife, huh?”
Agustín blushed, not expecting to be pulled into the spotlight. “Well, not really, I mean…” he stuttered before pulling himself into order. It was just a game, he reminded himself. He didn’t have to think very hard – his wife will still manage to blow it out of proportions. “I suppose I could move all of her books onto the highest shelf. Oh, better yet – tighten all of her jars, so she can’t open them without me!” he declared with authentic joy and pride.
As expected, Julieta let out an over-the-top scowl. “Agustín, have mercy! Don’t take away my independence!”
Her husband couldn’t help chuckling. It was incredibly hard to keep a straight face in front of such an engaging performance. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to, Corazón!”
“I’ll be good! I swear!” she crossed her heart.
Pedro clapped. “Splendid! Now, before anybody else comes up with a stupid idea – kids, come and get your kisses!”
A stampede of children surrounded the triplets. Little hands grabbed at skirts and ruana, giggles filled the air. It was chaotic and took some time, but each child received a hug and a kiss from each adult. Once the youngest generation has been serviced, Agustín and Félix received their handshakes and did so with unconcealed pleasure. Next in line was Alma, who received a hug and a kiss from each of her children. Finally, it was Pedro’s turn.
“You’ll have to lean, Papá,” said Pepa as she stood in front of him.
Pedro smirked. “Going for the forehead? Fine then.”
He leaned in. What followed was a group assault – Pepa kissed him on the forehead while Julieta and Bruno kissed him on the cheeks. Thus, the punishment had been finalized.
“I hope you have learned your lesson,” Pedro addressed his children, who once again lined up in front of him. “Lying is a sin. And doesn’t get you anywhere. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Papá!” they answered in chorus.
“Next time you want extra kisses, just ask me. Like the responsible adults you supposedly are.”
“Yes, Papá!”
“I am asking you now – do you want extra kisses?”
“Yes, Papá!”
“And what do you say when you want something?”
“…please?”
Pedro smiled, satisfied with the outcome. Then, he approached his children and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. Finally, he pulled them all into the most bone-crushing hug he could pull off. It ended up with them hugging him rather than the other way around, but nobody seemed to mind. They were all ridiculously happy and that was all that mattered.
I just saw someone say Luisa was a Valentine’s Day baby and now I won’t be able to stop thinking about that
wait no because Dolores was born nine months after Felix’s birthday, and Mirabel nine months after Agustin’s
If we squint hard enough, then Isabela was born ~42 weeks after the triplets birthday so if she was a post-term baby…
But also both Isabela and Dolores can be results of a wild drinking on Felix’s birthday lol “let’s have babies together” - said one of them after too much wine. The rest agreed. Two girls were born a few months later, only three weeks apart lol
yO my tumblr is dEAD BRO ;;;; sorry abt that, did ya miss me? oh well, i’m back on my regular simping spree, this time with THIS BABY BOY, HOLY SHIT HE’S ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
PLEASE WATCH ENCANTO IF YOU HAVEN’T, IT IS REALLY CUTE
Alr- i must clarify i did this only thinking about drawing the triplets and Alma as hot vampires and how well Alcina and the three daughter’s roles fit for them. I did not had in mind the other 3 lords nor Mother Miranda so- the only lore I can give you is:
The miracle that Alma recieved after losing her husband was a refuge, yes, but it didn’t move mountains nor gave them a pretty magic house- instead it was a huge ass castle, and instead of gifts, Alma and her kids were given special habilities (a.k.a: turning into flies *not sure if i should make it rats to fit better* and a bloodthirsty nature and appereance that would definetly scare off any potential threats. (and ofc inmortality, which is why they all look younger).
So yeah, The Castle Madrigal would be known as a haunted, dangerous place, so the war never affected them nor the people which Alma welcomed to the castle at the time, but I do imagine that everyone eventually fled out of fear of the bloodthirty monster they had become.
So yeah, it would basicly just be them, I honestly have no idea how to add the other Madrigals and if i’m quite honest i don’t really want to, i love the happy vampire family dynamic xD
I love the guy but there’s absolutely no way Bruno is mentally stable enough to raise a child. And there’s no beating Julieta besides. He’s definitely more of a cool uncle
Also it ruins the rule of Threes
Papa of Two Au:0/10
Same grievances as the Papa Bruno Au except worse because it ignores Camilo’s afro-latino heritage. Not sexy
Mirabel Dies Au:9/10
Can be wonderfully heart-wrenching when done correctly. Bonus points if the death comes so suddenly that the family barely has time to process
Shoutout to open your eyes(for the fireworks) for being my favorite version of this.
Bruno kidnaps Mirabel Au:-20/10
Same problems as Papa Bruno but 100× worse because it’s creepy asf.
Imagine being stolen from your loving parents at five years old and forced to live on the run. Idc what his intentions are this is insane. Who decided this was a good idea?
Mirabel Runs Away Au:5/10
Honestly my rating for this can go higher or lower depending on how it’s written. Can be very bittersweet but has a tendency to make Mira ooc
Mama Mirabel Au: 2/10
(This is the one were Mira acts as Antonio’s parental figure)
The only thing not ooc about this au is Mirabel and Antonio’s relationship (which I always love) Definitely don’t appreciate the implication that Pepa and Felix were anything less than attentive and loving parents. They literally have two kids already.
Also not a fan of how it romanticizes the parentification of a 15 y/o.
Tainted Miracle Au:8/10
NO comfort ONLY hurt fuck you.
Has nothing I look for in an Encanto au. Almost everyone is a monster, absolutely no family feels, sad times everyday all the time. It’s great totally recommend. Head over to @c-rose2081 to check it out.
Avoid if you’re prone to angst induced heart attacks
Has EVERYTHING I look for in an Encanto au. All the family feels and fluff. So soft so sweet love so much.
Power Swap Au:6/10
There are a couple different versions of this au and honestly none of them have been written all that great so this is the rating for now. I really do like the concept though. Just not the execution
The art for this is always spectacular though
Role Swap Au:9/10
I haven’t seen anything written for this au but all the concept art is phenomenal.
Villain Bruno/Mirabel Au:5/10
Again, my rating for this fluctuates largely depending on how it’s done. Tainted is a great example of this Au. It sets up the motivation of the characters and has the worldbuilding to back it up. We know exactly how the Madrigal’s came to be the way they are. Everyone is ooc but there’s a solid reason for it
Other versions of this try to frame it in way that makes it as close to canon as possible with the twist that Bruno snd Mirabel are just less forgiving which honestly just makes them seem like moody edgelords lashing out (idc what anyone says being ignored sometimes is NOT a good reason to go evil).
Madricest bitches know that I’m mentally punching you in the throat
-Antonio is a little shit to Camilo every day. Little Shit behavior started as soon as he could walk. Camilo took it as a challenge though so they have mini prank wars that no one knows about
-The more negative Bruno feels when performing a prophecy, the more negative the prophecy is. If he really doesn’t want to do it, he’s more likely to show you a vision of your dog dying than meeting the love of your life. The reason the vision worked for Mirabel was bc he started to get excited once he saw the butterfly
-Both Pepa and Dolores are extremely blunt, sometimes to the point of offense. They’ll look you in the eye, tell you your face looks like crap and walk away. Dolores does this because she Does Not Care and never will. Pepa does this because she cannot read a room for shit
-Luisa has very soft and fluffy hair
-Agustin can actually be incredibly smooth on a good day. When they first met, Julieta thought he was just a cute, clumsy nerd until one day he rolled up to her table, pulled out the cleanest one-liner ever and left her a flustered mess. The illusion was immediately broken when he tripped on air while walking away but she had already fallen hard by then
-Isabela, Dolores, and Pepa have days where they’ll meet up in one of their rooms (usually Dolores’) and gossip for hours.
-At some point in their lives every grandkid has accidentally called their tia ‘Mami’. Pepa and Julieta absolutely adore it when this happens and it usually leads to a lot of cooing and smothering kisses as the grandkid in question tries to escape with their dignity
-Felix is a chess grandmaster
-Pepa and Bruno used to beat the shit out of each other on a daily basis for literally no reason. They would be walking down the same corridor, share a Look and immediately start squaring up. It baffles everyone to this day
-Luisa loved being held but she grew very quickly and soon no one was able to pick her up or give her good hugs anymore. The solution Julieta was to lay Luisa’s head in her lap and gently stroke her face and hair. It works every time and different members of the family will do this if they notice she’s feeling stressed out
-Mirabel got away with absolutely everything as a kid bc she was so damn cute. Her puppy dog eyes were especially lethal since the glasses amplified them.
-Luisa has a love of reading that she got from Alma who read to her nearly every day at one point.
-No adult in the Madrigal household has ever laid hands on their children and no adult ever will.
-Every Madrigal has an extremely deep-set sense of loyalty, Alma and Luisa especially. If you can worm your way into their hearts they’re pretty much ride or die for you unless you mess with their family.
-Dolores is the type of girl to step away and call the cops if anyone even thinks about trying to touch her. But that doesn’t mean she can’t fight
-Isabela on the other hand will throw down all day and every day. As soon as anyone gives her a reason she pops tf off. She doesn’t even use her powers, just 16 years of pent up aggression and a slowly building tolerance for pain
-Julieta has said “when I was your age…” to her triplet siblings at least once
-Isabela can create sentient potato people because fuck Disney for cutting that out
-Pepa looks a lot like her Abuela. Alma wasn’t able to save any pictures of her when they fled but she often talks about her.
-Luisa and Agustin have daddy-daughter book clubs
-Pepa doesn’t actually need to feel any particular emotion to summon weather. She can just want it to rain and boom, rain. However, she can’t control it at all when her emotions get the best of her.
-Bruno is quite the fan gossip himself. He doesn’t usually speak much but he’ll listen in on the Pepa and the girls’ sessions and they do his hair
-Julieta can just touch anything edible and it will become magical. Her logic is why wait for someone to make the food and go around putting her hands in everybody’s plates afterward when she can just make the meals herself
-Pepa is one of those people that will say she can do something she absolutely cannot do and practice it everyday until she gets good at it out of spite. Because of this she is surprisingly versatile. It’s one trait Isa and Mirabel picked up from her
~Angst~
-When they were teenagers, the triplets promised each other that they would not outlive one another. When Bruno vanished without warning, everyone initially assumed the worst. For the next few weeks, Felix and Agustin glued themselves to their wives’ sides to make sure they didn’t do anything…drastic.
-Alma had to do things…she isn’t proud of in order to ensure her family’s saftey when the Encanto was risen, especially after the triplets got their gifts. Most people were more than happy to follow her lead but there were many who saw a naive young woman with three magic piggy banks. And they were more than willing to hurt to get what they wanted
-Julieta can’t heal herself. Everyone found this out the hard way when she tripped on Bruno’s stairs and cracked her head on the steps.
-Pepa accidentally killed a man with lightning once. Alma stroked her hair as her daughter sobbed into her chest and said she would take care of it. Anyone who asks about the man is told he left to visit family. Anyone who pries further gets a visit from the town leader. No one asks about the man
-Isabela had an identity crisis a few years before canon where she constantly questioned whether her family actually loved heror if they just loved the front she put up. This caused her to be snappish and cold towards them for a few months, especially Mirabel. She eventually made up with almost everyone. Mira though? Not so much.
Madricest freaks stay the fuck back or get popped in the mouth
-Dolores is the best musician in the Encanto. She can match tone and harmonize perfectly and has a beautiful voice. Her room has an orchestra pit at the foot of her bed that she practices in almost daily. People often commission her to play at big events
-Mirabel and Camilo looked veryalike when they were younger. They were impossible to tell apart when Mira took off her glasses. Dolores and Isabela were nearly identical as babies but the difference in hair texture gave them away
-Luisa, Agustin, Julieta, Dolores, and Alma are cat people. Felix, Pepa, Mirabel, Camilo, Antonio, and Isabela are all dog people. Bruno is a rat guy.
-Alma taught Mirabel the basics for embroidery and bought her some self-help books when she wished to learn more. She also bought Mira her sewing machine
-Agustin is so clumsy bc he’s straight up wearing the wrong type of glasses and no one has realized it yet
-The grandkids consider both Pepa and Julieta to be their mothers in all but name. And treat them as such. Because of this Isabela got many of her personality traits from Pepa and Dolores got hers from Julieta
-Camilo can also shift into animals and objects he just doesn’t do it often bc switching to an entirely different anatomy feels very gross
-Antonio’s love of animals started with Bruno, who would sneak into the nursery when no one else was around and let him play with the rats
-Felix taught his daughter everything she knows about music and they love performing together.
-Antonio is extremely intelligent for his age. Like, extremely intelligent. He’s less quiet than his sister but just as perceptive
-Both Dolores and Pepa are picky eaters so they rarely eat food that is not Julieta’s cooking
-Pepa is a fantastic dancer and Mirabel learned by watching her
-Bruno was 100% a Mama’s boy when he was younger and kind of still is. Alma did not spoil her children but had a soft spot for her only son
-Bruno looks so much like Pedro that sometimes it was hard for Alma to look at him without tearing up. Post-movie Alma is better at processing her grief
-Bruno had a lisp when he was younger and his sisters bullied the hell out of him for it but they would go apeshit on anyone else that tried to poke fun at it
-All the grandkids love playing with Isabela’s hair. If she’s sitting still long enough one of them them will just show up and start braiding it. She pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves the attention
-Post-movie Isabela gave all her dresses to Mirabel and she used them to make more frilly and colorful clothing for Luisa
-Luisa always wanted to grow out her hair like Isa but thought it would get in the way while she’s working. Post-movie she’s growing it out and wears it down more often
-Pre-movie Isa and Mira liked strolling through the jungle and naming different types of plants. They’ve started doing it less as their relationship became more strained and Isa started to really feel the pressure of expectations but occasionally Mira would point at a random house plant while naming it and they would share a little smile
-Post-movie they’ve been going on these walks frequently and Isa would try to recreate every plant Mira pointed out
-Julieta is simultaneously the last person to get pissed off and the last person you want to piss off. Many childhood bullies of Bruno and Pepa’s learned this the hard way
Title: as special as the family (right? right) Fandom:Encanto. Prompt: Please Don’t Leave Me. Character(s):Mirabel Madrigal. Warnings:Self-Worth Issues. Also spoilers for the movie. Summary: The Madrigal Family was fantastical and magical, Mirabel is sure of that. But does she come in under that feature when her door doesn’t appear?
