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My own (actually short) one-shot collection.
Created to post stories that didn’t make it past 3k words most of the time and have nothing more left to tell.
Some ideas are based on the Headcanons in that fic, others might take place in canon.
Feel free to recommend, but there are some things I can’t write. Just because I am not good, not because I refuse to write them. I’ll write all the incest smut you want...if I knew how.
As for what I REFUSE to write:
Antonio dies (Unless done by Isabela, because she proved she’s already willing to kill the younger children if they get in her way or don’t get a Gift)
Mirabel dies when Casita falls
Isabela kills Mirabel
Luisa kills Mirabel
Mirabel kills herself (accidentally in a funny way could be acceptable, if it’s a fantasy setting)
Mirabel dies and the family live happily ever after, not even Casita falling.
Camilo hates Mirabel and intentionally bullies her (where did the movie imply this at all???)
Casita hates Mirabel (haha no)
Casita bullies Mirabel for having no Gift, tripping her and making her life harder (once again lol)
Romance with Mirabel (unless it’s a platonic romance with Casita)
Basically, Mirabel death unless it serves a purpose other than Isabela angst OR she comes back when Casita does. That’s the only way I’ll write Mira-dies fics.
The fandom has killed Mirabel so much that I refuse to kill her in my fics. At least permanently.
Feel free to have any other character die if you want (minus Tonio).
I also hate Mirabel running away to live with an OC family. Even my OC families. I can’t imagine her living with Max and Gus or Leticia or something. Her little bookshop apartment is full!
I will write Mirabel running away with Bruno during canon, like my Miracles Are Curses fic, though.
A/B/O is acceptable. As long as Mirabel isn’t a Beta or an Omega in worlds where Omegas are hated or enslaved. Let my girl have something going for her. Let her be an Alpha, or an Omega Prime.
I headcanon Mirabel as ace, so if you want to see A/B/O with sexual feelings, request a different character. Mirabel dealing with being ace while being an Alpha or Omega Prime could be interesting. She has all these instincts telling her she wants something, but she knows she really, really doesn’t want it.
I will only pair Isabela with women/fem NB characters and Dolores with only Mariano. Trans women are women, so that’s an option. I’m open to transman/woman Mariano, as well.
Abuela only gets paired with Pedro or Senora Guzman. I can’t see her with anyone else, except maybe Bruno in an incest fic where she tries turning him into Pedro. Or Camilo in really nasty evil Alma fics. She makes him shift into Pedro and, well.
The husbands and Pepa/Julieta...in my dirty headcanons, they share the husbands. Felix/Julieta and Agustin/Pepa are fine. Felix/OC is fine, too. Male or female. Felix doesn’t care in my headcanons.
Different from my headcanons and Abandoned stories. These are short one-shots.
These one-shots may contain violence and other character deaths. Definitely lots of fucks included. If you hate profanity, don’t read. Very little to no sexual content, except maybe in A/B/O verses. I can’t write smut, as I said above.
Otherwise, enjoy the collection of random one-shots.
----GAME NIGHT---
The game night mentioned in various other fics. Takes place during Afterwards and Beyond, but you don’t need to read that. Just know Mirabel can summon lights now, Bruno can talk to his rats, and Pepa has full control of her Gift. Takes place about a month after Dolores and Mariano’s wedding, if you need a timeline.
“Okay, what game are we playing tonight? Can we play something cool this time? I hate bored games.” Camilo told his family, going through the list of games they had, intentionally emphasizing bored games instead of board games.
“We’re playing ‘Never have I ever’! For us adults, if we have done the activity, we take a shot. For you kiddies, Milo, you take a drink of juice. Awwww. So wittle!” Isabela cooed, mocking Camilo for not being able to drink.
Camilo stuck his tongue out at Isabela, blowing a raspberry.
“I would prefer juice, as well. Alcohol isn’t good for me, in my old age.” Alma said, smiling at her familia.
She had truly changed, a lot. Old Alma would never deign to play a drinking game, even alcohol free.
“I can’t drink alcohol either.” Dolores added, rubbing her belly softly. A very small swell was the only sign of the future Madrigal inside.
“We don’t want you to, do we, Mariano Jr.?” Mariano cooed to Dolores’s belly, kissing it a few times.
“Stop it, carino. You’re so embarrassing!” Dolores shoved him away, frowning.
“Mi amor, your padres have been caught having...uh...hugging tightly...in the town fountain. This shouldn’t embarrass you. That should.” Mariano giggled, snorting at Pepa’s deep red blush.
“It wasn’t IN the fountain. It was balanced carefully on the ledge BESIDE the fountain.” Felix corrected Mariano, further embarrassing his already-scarlet wife.
“Callate! That’s our private business, amor.” Pepa said, trying hard to sink into the couch.
“Come on, ew. No hetero romance stuff. Is everyone here?” Isabela asked, looking around.
She was grateful Leti couldn’t make it. Isabela had tried so hard to keep her away from this embarrassing new tradition.
Thankfully her bookstore was staying open late tonight. There was some kind of tabletop game thing going on that she led.
“Can I drink chocolate milk instead of juice?” Antonio raised his hand.
“No, Tonito. You had dessert. Chocolate milk is dessert. Besides, I’m drinking apple juice. You want to drink what Mami drinks, right?” Mirabel lifted Antonio onto her lap, petting his curls.
“I want chocolate milk…” Antonio whined, giving Mira puppy eyes.
Mirabel’s resistance crumbled as always.
“One glass, carino. Then juice. Is that okay?” She bargained.
“Yay! Can I get it in the sparkly tall glass like Mama Pepa drinks stinky drinks out of?” Antonio asked, wanting his milk in a wine glass.
“Sure, why not.” Mirabel stood up and went to get chocolate milk for Antonio. And a wine glass.
“Great, that’s over. The five year old derailed the game for chocolate milk.” Isabela glared at everyone.
“The game hasn’t started. Don’t worry, Antonio’s milk won’t stop anything. We’ll have fun tonight!” Bruno said, eyes still shining emerald from the unexpected vision.
“Perfecto! Gracias, Brunito. I guess we’ll start with Isabela. Mirabel is still getting Tonio his milk, so you can’t pick her right now.” Julieta said, grinning eagerly. She enjoyed games with her family. They had never been allowed to play in their own childhood.
“Oh, Mirabel wasn’t my first target,” Isabela gave Camilo an evil grin, “Hey, what the hell? Why are none of the shot glasses filled? C’mon, guys. Are we doing this or not!?”
“I got it!” Pepa pulled a bottle of tequila from a skirt pocket (how was it in there?) and began filling the glasses.
Once the glasses were filled, Pepa grabbed one and downed it.
“Ahhh! That’s a good start to the night. Let’s go. Geez, is Mirabel milking a cow and creating her own chocolate milk? She’s taking forever!” Pepa tapped her foot impatiently.
“Let’s go without her. Camilo is first anyway.” Isa said.
“I’m here. Here you go, Tonito! Remember, you can’t drink unless you’ve done what they say they haven’t, okay?” Mirabel explained.
Predictably, Antonio took a large gulp of the ice cold milk. He pulled back, grinning up at her with a cute little chocolate milk mustache.
“Antonio! You look like your Papa with that mustache.” Mirabel wiped his mouth, rolling her eyes.
“OKAY! Camilo, you’re on!” Isabela cackled.
Camilo sighed, annoyed.
“Fine. Never have I ever...uhm...cut up a dress!” Camilo declared, grinning at Isabela.
She glared at him, taking a shot. Luisa and Mirabel also took a drink of their juice. Pepa and Bruno laughed, and both took a shot. Felix shrugged and also drank.
“It was an experiment, I swear.” Felix explained.
“No it wasn’t.” Pepa replied, swatting him on the back of the head.
“Well, that was exciting. You suck, Milo. Mama can go next.” Isa nodded to Julieta.
She smiled. This was enjoyable. Rarely any hurtful secrets were revealed, and when they were, they talked it out. This silly game helped them a lot, actually.
“Gracias, mi flor. Never have I ever stole food from the trash.” Julieta knew who would drink here.
She watched as Camilo, Bruno, Agustin, Mariano, and, to her shock, Mirabel, all drank.
“Miraposa? Do you want to tell me why you ate out of the trash instead of coming to me?” Julieta accused, giving her a stern look.
“Not really, Mama,” She mumbled, a little sadly, “But you’ll make me. It was before. Before Casita fell. Isabela told me that I shouldn’t eat any of your food, because it’s not for Giftless Wastes. I got hurt on my way home, so I tried to find some healing food in the trash. That’s it.”
“That’s it? No it isn’t!” Julieta said. How DARE Isabela tell that to Mira?
“Mama, por favor. I told you it was before. I’ve forgiven Isa. Why aren’t you yelling at Camilo for the same thing? He’s as young as I am!” Mirabel demanded.
“Because Camilo has been stealing from the trash since he was 3. You never did. That I saw. I missed a lot, and I’m sorry, mariposita.” Julieta apologized.
Mirabel pinched her nose. She really didn’t want game night to be ‘Family Therapy Night’ or whatever. This was supposed to be fun. She forgave them all. Geez.
Are you well, mi Vela?
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t want this to turn into more ‘therapy’. I wanted to have a fun night.” Mirabel explained.
“Are you talking to Casita again? That’s super creepy.” Camilo winced.
“No, YOU’RE creepy, Milo. Especially when you try turning into animal-human hybrids. What even?” The girl gave him an indignant glare.
“Moving on! Ahem!” Isabela said loudly, clearing her throat. She felt guilty, internally, but she didn’t want to turn Mira’s fun night into ‘therapy’.
“Since you like talking so much, it’s your go, Miraboo.” Isa gave Mirabel a teasing smile, making little roses appear in her hair.
“Never call me that again, Isa,” Mirabel rubbed the flowers out of her hair, “Okay. I got one. Never have I ever peed myself in public.”
Isabela gave her a very nasty, furious look before taking a shot. Antonio took a drink of milk, grinning at Mirabel. Mariano also took a shot, shrugging in embarrassment. Agustin looked around nervously before raising the shot glass to his lips.
“Very mature, Mirabel. So mature.” Isabela huffed.
“Do you wear diapers? I used to wear diapers. Mami Mira changed my diapers. Who changes yours?” Antonio asked Isabela innocently.
“I don’t wear diapers! And it was one time!” Isabela threw up her hands in frustration.
“I just couldn’t hold it anymore.” Mariano added.
“Bees made me. I thought I was dying. It was before I married your Mama.” Agustin laughed.
“Hmm. Mariano. Why don’t you go now?” Isa had recovered from the embarrassment, moving on to Mariano.
“Uh. I don’t know what to do.” He looked stumped.
Dolores leaned over, whispered to him for quite awhile.
“He does this every time. Can we not invite him?” Camilo whined.
Mariano said ‘oooh’ a few times, before finally turning to the family.
“Uhm. Uh. I have never...er...never have I ever, uh, uhm. Oh, I know! Got perfect scores in all my school years!” Mariano said, sounding proud.
“That’s lame.” Isabela said, unable to drink because she had failed a lot of classes due to lack of interest.
As she watched, no one was drinking. Except Mirabel, who downed her shot of juice and looked around expectantly for other brainy Madrigals.
No one else drank. Not even Bruno, whom Isa assumed was very intelligent. Or Dolores, who could easily cheat. Even oh-so-great Abuela didn’t drink.
“Anticlimactic. Mirabel must be hella smart.” Bruno said, proud of his sobrina.
“Hella? That’s a badass word. Thanks, Tio! Hey, I forgot what yeet means. Can you tell me?” Camilo asked.
“No. And I’m very proud of your intelligence, sobrina. So much smarter than any of us!” Bruno hugged her tightly.
“Bruno, you go next. What have you never done?” Isabela asked, eyeing Bruno. The wall-dweller likely hadn’t done much.
“That’s easy. Never have I ever intentionally hurt an animal.” Bruno stroked the two rats with him.
After a few seconds of nervous glancing around the room, Alma slowly took a drink. Everyone looked at her in shock.
“I killed one of Bruno’s rats. He remembers that. I think it’s why he chose that. I only wanted to remove pests. I didn’t know they were his friends at the time. Lo siento, mijo.” Alma explained.
“Oh, phew. That’s okay, then. I forgive you, Mami. I already forgave you for everything post-Fall of Casita. I was scared you tortured cats or something. You scared me, Mami!” Bruno cackled, remember how Mama had hated his buddies when he was a kid.
Isabela grinned at Alma.
“It’s only fair that Abuela goes next. She’s old. She’s done almost everything.” Isabela teased.
“I get it, nieta. I’m old. Gracias for reminding me, mi flor. Alright, never have I ever...hm… not had a Gift!” Alma smiled at her family. That was an easy one. Her dream connection with Pedro was a great Gift, and her former Gift was guarding the Miracle. She had failed, but she had been forgiven.
Mirabel was the only one who drank.
“Mira, you know you have a Gift now. You are the Gift.” Bruno reminded her.
“Yeah, but I don’t have a Gift like you guys do. Even Mariano got a Gift.” Mirabel pointed out.
“From you, Miraposa. You gave him the Gift on their wedding day. So fill another glass and pretend you didn’t drink.” Bruno poked her in the ribs, knowing she was ticklish there.
Mirabel pouted but refilled the empty glass.
“Hey, can we ask Casita?” Camilo wondered out loud.
“That’ll be tough, Milo. I’m the only one who can talk to her. She can’t drink. And how many things could a house have done, really?” Mirabel told him, giggling at the thought of Casita joining them.
“I’m the...what’s the word Leti used?...Game master here! Luisa, it’s time you said something, don’t you think? Not one word since we came down, except to that donkey there. Is he your new pet or something?” Isabela asked, wondering where the hell a donkey had come from. It was sitting on Luisa’s lap.
“Oh, I didn’t really have anything to say. I don’t really know what to ask either, that isn’t personal or embarrassing.” Luisa said, clearly having something on her mind but afraid to admit it.
Mirabel knew that look and knew this game was a great, fun way to get things off your chest.
“That’s fine. I had a personal one with the trash thing earlier. Some personal things are okay.” Mirabel said, trying to help.
“Uhm. Okay. Uh. Never have I ever been naked in public?” Luisa was so embarrassed, her dark skin flushed even darker.
Pepa immediately took a shot, as did Felix. Everyone knew they had. As if ashamed, Bruno also took a drink. Mirabel and Camilo drank their juices as well.
“Mirabel! Brunito! Tell me why you were naked in front of people right now!” Julieta demanded, glaring at her hija y hermanito.
“Mama, please. It was pre-Fall. It isn’t important.” Mirabel tried to brush it off.
“Same. Not important. Let’s move on.” Bruno also tried to pretend it was nothing.
“I tore off my clothes to show Marco my perfect body.” Camilo said, earning a glare from his padres.
“Milo! There is no need for that in public! At least be indoors. You don’t know who’s watching that.” Pepa scolded, “And I’ll rain on your rats. All of them. If you don’t tell me why you were nude in public, Brunito, mi hermanito. And I’ll ruin your new thread, Mirabel. Tell.”
Bruno looked away, shaking his head.
“It doesn’t mean anything, okay, so don’t get upset. You guys are idiots when it comes to me, you know. I was 22. Some boys were bullying me because I don’t like girls or guys, they stripped me, tried to get me to...to...you know. When Felix sees you, Pepa.” Bruno tried to hide deep in his ruana.
Mona, the fat white rat, nuzzled him and whispered soothing words to the man.
Thunder and lightning split the air, Pepa was practically steaming.
“Who!? Who did that? Why didn’t you tell us?” She snarled, lifting him easily with one hand.
“I was an adult man made to strip by teens. You would think I was weak. Mama would tell me I was a disgrace to Papa. I didn’t want to make something out of nothing. I wasn’t even hurt. Forget it.” Bruno waved a hand, as if waving away the memories.
“I’m so sorry, Brunito. You would never be a disgrace to Pedro for something you couldn’t control. I only wish I could change the past.” Alma said softly.
“Seriously, it’s fine. It was ages ago, Mama. I’m good now. It doesn’t even bother me.” Bruno sighed, tickling Mona’s chin.
“Mirabel? Why were you nude?” Pepa fixed her sobrina with a rather scary look.
Mirabel sighed. She really didn’t want to tell them. She knew it would cause drama.
“Mariposa, please. If someone did something to you like they did Brunito, we promise we’ll punish them. It can’t have been some 30 years ago like Bruno’s situation was. You’re only fifteen, nieta.” Abuela said, making sure Mirabel knew her tormentor would indeed be punished.
“It was a prank, Abuela. Nothing special. Some girls pranked me when I went swimming in the river and stole my clothes. I walked through the back areas of the Encanto and avoided most people. I think I was only seen by the gay toy store chicken husbands. They obviously weren’t interested in a fourteen year old girl’s nakedness.” Mirabel forced a laugh.
“Mirabel.” Julieta said, that specific mother tone in her voice.
“It was Isabela and her friends. Isabela hid my clothes in the trees with her vines. I heard them all laughing when I got out of the river. Seriously, don’t worry about me. And please, Mama, don’t punish her. It was over a year ago. I forgave her.” Mirabel explained, everyone now knowing why she didn’t want to talk about it.
“I don’t even remember doing that.” Isabela whispered, mostly to herself.
“Let’s continue. Fun night, remember?” Mirabel said, trying to get things going again.
“R-right. Right. Tia Pepa? Wanna go next? Make it silly and fun, si?” Isabela told her tia.
“Sure thing. I haven’t gotten to drink nearly as much as I wanted to! Someone else ask something you know I did, okay? Anyway, never have I ever had sex with five people at once!” Pepa exclaimed, totally forgetting that her five year old son was there.
“Wow, that’s so inappropriate. You know there’s minors present?” Isabela gasped.
“Too bad. Drinkity drink if you had an orgy. Ahem. JULIETA.” Pepa giggled.
Julieta and Agustin looked at each other and felt their cheeks burning. Both of them took a drink. To their surprise, Isabela proudly took a shot.
Her padres looked at her in shock.
“Before I was with Leti. Adrina, Leora, Norah, Catrina, and Haru,” Isabela said, sounding so very proud of herself, “Leora knew a lot about pleasure. Being older, and a midwife. She was so good...”
“We can’t remember the names of the people at the orgy.” Agustin said, shrugging in embarrassment.
“Did you guys forget that Antonio is here?” Mirabel sounded offended.
“It’s okay, Mami Mira. They’re talking about mating. Animals do it all the time. The birds even have entire songs about mating.” Antonio explained.
“Great! So, Pepa and Felix don’t have to have ‘the talk’ with you, huh? The birds and the bees?” Mirabel grinned at him.
“Excuse me? Nope. If anyone is giving Antonio the talk, the one about human mating, it’s you, Mirabel. You’re his Mami. Shouldn’t Mami give the talk?” Pepa grinned, an evil glint in her eyes.
She had long come to terms with Mirabel being Mami to him. She was Mama or Mama Pepa sometimes. Mira was either Mami or Mami Mira. Lately just Mami.
Antonio was slipping into calling her Pepa or Tia. Pepa was shockingly not upset. She couldn’t ask for a better mami to her hijo than Mirabel. At least her Tonito got a real childhood.
“I don’t need a talk! I know about mating.” Antonio argued in a whiny voice.
“Good for you, Tonito. Let’s finish our game, now. Who hasn’t gone? Papa and Tio Felix! And mi beloved melliza, Lola. Yes, Lola. You go now!” Isabela told her prima.
“Well, okay. I was enjoying sitting and listening to mis bebes hearts. And mi amor’s,” Dolores gazed up at Mariano with love, “It’s okay. I have one. Never have I ever...walked face first into a wall or door that I knew was there.”
Agustin sighed heavily and took a shot. Mariano and Bruno joined him. After a few seconds, Isabela slowly picked up her shot glass, giving everyone a very embarrassed look, she drank. Antonio took his last drink of chocolate milk, pouting.
“All my milk is gone! Mami, more!” He tugged Mirabel’s skirt, “I walked into a wall because I saw Tio Agustin do it. I thought there was a secret door he was looking for.”
Antonio had no shame. Of course, he was five. Finding Narnia in Casita may still seem a possibility to him.
Isabela held her head high, as if daring anyone to ask why she would walk into a door or wall she could see.
“Hey, I’m not gonna answer anything else til Isabutthead tells us what happened when she smacked into a wall.” Camilo said, laughing at his prima.
“It is none of your business. Since you all care so much about me, though, I’ll tell you. I was practicing walking with perfect posture. I was too focused on being...being perfect to really do anything but make sure the books didn’t fall. I would fail, if they fell off my head.” Isabela said bitterly, glaring at Camilo.
“Fun night! Fun night! Please, guys?” Mirabel whined again. “Papa and Tio Felix need to go. They’re the only ones who haven’t, right?”
Isabela tallied off each family member.
“Antonio hasn’t gone, but I think he’s falling asleep.” She watched the little boy, his eyes flickering shut on and off.
“No! I’m not asleep, flower meanie! I’ll do it!” Antonio said, Isabela wincing at the title ‘flower meanie’.
“Okay, then Papa and Tio. Once again, this game night has been illuminating. We all learned something, didn’t we?” Isabela smiled.
“My turn, Issy. It’s something I never did? I’m five. I did a lot of stuffs!” Antonio held out his hand, all five fingers held up, counting them, “But something I didn’t do? I was never mean to Mira! But that’s not a fun question. We want to fun, I don’t want Mami to be sad.”
“Tonito, carino, pick something. You’re dawdling.” Pepa smiled at her son.
“I’ve never punched a dinosaur! Oh, it has to be possible? Thanks, Mona,” Antonio told the rat, who apparently explained the rules more, “Never have I did...uh..ever told someone’s secret!”
Dolores grimaced, drinking her juice. She knew that one was aimed at her for telling on his ‘Mami’. All three triplets drank. Luisa and Mirabel drank, as did Alma.
“Lots of secret spillers in here. I knew mi melliza was, but you guys too? Mama? Tio Bruno!?” Isabela sounded scandalized, “Well, that was interesting. I know who not to trust, now. Papa, your turn!”
“Got it, mi flor. Let me see. Never have I ever tried to impress someone I didn’t like.” Agustin laughed, remembering Felix trying to impress Alma. He hadn’t bothered. Alma hated him from day one.
Agustin watched as almost everyone drank, except Antonio who had fallen asleep.
“Yeah, Papa, we have all done that. We’re Madrigals. That’s kinda our job.” Mirabel told him, elbowing her silly Papi.
“I’m last tonight! I’ve had time to think, and I have nothing.” Felix laughed.
“C’mon, Tio. You have to have something. Tonito is asleep. It can be gross!” Isabela told him.
“Well, alright...never have I ever...faked an orgasm.” Felix grinned at his Pepita.
“Two asexuals, in this room, ew. Plug your ears, Tio. Sex stuff.” Mirabel grimaced.
Felix laughed. His Pepita took a drink, eyeing him apologetically. Julieta, Alma, and Isabela also took drinks. Felix raised an eyebrow at Dolores. She was pregnant. Was Mariano really that good? He guessed, statistically, Mariano had to be good at something.
“I had to fake it during the orgy. Leora was great, Adrina was great, Catrina was not great. I really liked her boobs, though.” Isabela sighed, remember her fun night when she was single.
“You faked it with Abuelo? I thought he was like your ultimate soulmate?” Camilo was shocked at Abuela.
“Ew, Camilo. Please don’t get her started. I don’t want to hear about hetero stuff, let alone old lady sex.” Isabela made a face.
“Camilo, mi nieto, I’m a woman. We all fake it.” Alma smiled, taking another sip of her juice now that the game was finished.
Dolores made a ‘hmm!’ exclamation and pulled a blanket over her head. Isabela decided not to ask. She didn’t want to imagine...that.
“Congratulations, Isa. You game-mastered your first Family Game Night! Now we’ve all ‘hosted’ it, except my Tonito. We’ll have to think of another game like this. Fun and eye-opening.” Mirabel hugged Isa.
“Then here’s to another successful Madrigal Game Night!” Isabela raised a shot glass, along with the others.
They all clinked their glassed, and drank.