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One-shots for general Encanto: Broken, healed | Who am I if I can't carry it all? | Darkness | Protector | Until there's nothing left | Sisterly wrath | Fear in the night | Like mother, like daughter | Stitches

All the heavy things she can(not) shoulder — Mirabel dies in Bruno's tower. Luisa can't help but feels that it's her fault

Works with few chapters

The brain is flooded, Luisa and Bruno: Part 1 | Part 2

Deeper throught | Luisa gets lost while searching for Mirabel | Chapter | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Luisa with insenetivity to pain (oneshots): Rain drops | A burning flesh | Misfortune kids | Hot issue |

Bad things happen bingo: Touch starved | Falling through the ice | Chickenpox | Unhealthy coping mechanisms

Video content

AMV:

Dancing monkey | Oh no!

Edits/short:

The guilty tango Luisa-centric

Solgier, poet, king - Middle kids

We're reliable with ladies - second-gen couples

idk how its called -Luisa-centric

Abuela's girl — Isabela-centric

So I'm thankful for my sister — Mirabel and Luisa-centric

AU's

Pedro and Alma swap: Alma dies, Pedro lives

A bit of explanation

What does fear cost? - fic about Alma's death

More stuff mainly about how Pedro treats his family

It's a great night — the proposal evening

Who walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp stings? — Pedro has a chat with Luisa about protection and emotions

Cursed gifts: Instead of dying, the magic turned gifts into curses

Curses explanation: Grandkids | Adults

How gifts work

Light — Bruno gets sick over his endless visions

As tough as the chrust of the Earth is — Luisa's body changing. It's definiteny not a pleasing expirience.

How can you keep everything together? — While gifted Madrigals are in troubles, the others have to balance between everything

Cracked: The cracks don't appear. The problems keep growing.

Beginning

The next generation part 1

Cold sisters

Spouses

Hidden and left to rot — Kellie learns that her mom never wanted to marry nor to have kids. She isn't happy with this discovery

Sobering drunkenness — Luisa wasn't sure why she started to drink. It just happened.

Hair and brain — Dolores bruching her daughter's hair. The other one thinks that it's her time

The weight of responsibility — Isabela thinks about her role as the new matriarch

Married to the grave — Isabela's wedding

Gluing the broken glass — gift swap au

Chapter 1. — Nothing in this world could ever bring them down

Chapter 2 Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

Chapter 3 Todos vienen a celebrar

Mamaluisa

The cost of a world

Place your trust in me, you have no one else

You left me dripping in the wax (YLMDITW/wax) — Mirabel runs away. Luisa is unhappy

Chapter 2

Garish — roleswap

Sisters || Triplets

Cracked au

Yep, another Encanto au. The cracks never appeared. So Isabela ended up marrying Mariano. Luisa kept getting crushed by pressure. Mirabel stood aside

Well, it seems like the next generation will have to fix this mess

So, a bit of cracked next gen. Three oldest of them if speak honestly. Because I've got some basic info for them only

Kelley: Like mother like daughter. The eldest out of generation, the daughter of Isabela Madrigal. Even tho she looks a lot like her papa, you'd really call her Isabela's copy. She's graceful, polite, athletic, perfect in any way. But she's also very cold and sarcastic. The golden child of the family in almost literal sense as her gift makes her able to create gold and generally manipulate metal

Gael: Dolores' son (who ended up in an arranged marriage as well) He's very kind and gentle. Pretty much emotional. As he got his gift that made him able to feel everyone's emotions he started to realize that there was something wrong in the family. As he kept growing, this realisation was getting stronger and stronger. In one day, he just knew that he can't ignore it anymore.

Leisha: Again, Isabela's child. She isn't viemed very highly. Isabela almost died in labour, surviving only because of Julieta's food. But she's smart enough and knows when it was better to hide into the shadow to avoid troubles and when she can get something. Her gift of controlling the light helps her a lot with this. Still, she's pretty much jealous of her big sister and wants to be loved like she is. Their relationships somehow resemble Isabela and Mirabel's in their teens/early adulthood tho it's better since they both have gifts and usually don't go into direct conflicts. Don't tell to anyone but Isabela's secretly grateful that she can't get pregnant anymore

While I'm still bursting with motivation, cracked cold sisters.

Isabela: As everyone expected, she became the matriarch once Abuela passed away. As years passed, she became calmer. She doesn't particulary enjoy to do this, but after years she's getting used to it, burying her feelings even more than before. Even if her marriage is cracking at the seams, she won't say that there anything wrong in the family. She just keeps smiling and keeping everyone in place, pretty much following her Abuela's way of solving the problems by closing her eyes on them

Luisa: Without Mirabel's help, she kept getting crushed by everyone's expectations. And it was getting worse, as Luisa just physically couldn't do it anymore. Her productivity lowered severely, which caused her to work even more to make up for this. As you can guess, her burnout only get worse because of it. Also, have you hear that severe burnout can cause alcoholism?

Mirabel: She stepped aside as she was told to. As her own generation started to have kids she couldn't stay in the nursery, so she moved out when she was twenty. At first she kept close contact with her family, trying to visit almost every day. But as the years passed it turned to occasional short visits, then she started to appear only on celebrations. Then she stopped visit at all. By the point of au's plot (22 years after Antonio's ceremony) she's barely contact with her family, even if she misses them so much.

Hidden and left to rot

"Where are you two going?" Kelley started at her younger family members, that were sneaking into her mom's room Gael looked at her nervously. "I want to fond if there's something wrong. Tía Isabela is expessially upset lately." Kelley starled. "Really? You know what? I'm going to help"

Cracked au

CW: Potentially sensenitive topic

Her hands shook as she kept reading the old diary. She felt like her heart was stabbed with every word. 

Her mom didn't stop loving her dad in the last few years. She never loved him. The only reason behind this marriage was because Bisabuela forced her to. If it weren't for her, Mama and Papa would never marry. Kelley just wouldn't exist. And this realization struck her hard. Her whole life existed only because Isabela was forced to marry a person she never wanted to. Carry a child she never wanted.

She felt her breathing getting heavier as her eyes were reading the neat text again and again. Where mama cried about the upcoming wedding. Not because of happiness, but because she was going to spend her life with Mariano. How she kept insulting a non-existing child that she was carrying under her growing belly. Nineteen-years-old could feel tears welling up in her eyes. Her mom didn't want her. And this realization hurts way too much.

A moment later, this painful sadness started to boil up inside, getting ready to turn into anger. Why didn't mom think about everyone else's feelings? She betrayed Dad, used his love just to make herself a good girl. It wasn't fair for him... For anyone.

Would Isabela force her to marry someone too? Kelley's hand clenched into fists without her wanting to.

"What is wrong?" She gritted her teeth at her cousin's voice. Of course, Gael already sensed her anger... or sadness... or whatever she felt. What did she feel?

"Kelley, what is this?" Leisha asked nervously, not being used to her sister getting so emotional. With a blank face, the eldest passed the diary and looked away, not bothering to see how the teen's face widened in shock. Kelley really didn't want to see her, anyone...

Gael winced in panic as he read the diary as well. He wanted to find something to understand why Tia was unhappy, not to hurt his primo segundo. "Hey, Kelley, it's okay."

"It's fucking not!" She yelled, stomping her foot in rage. Nothing was normal right now. The diary, the truth—Kelly'd rather forget this all. Why couldn't he just shut up and leave those problems be? Apparently, this shit started way before their whole generation was born! Why didn't Gael ignore it like adults always did?

"Listen..." He started trying to help, but Kelley didn't listen to him. She grabbed the diary out of her sister's hands, heading outside.

"Hey!" Leisha let out an indignant yelp that was left unnoticed by Kelley. She had better things to do.

Kelley walked down the stairs, seeing how her mama was fixing the flowers in a vase next to their family photo. "Listen here, mother." She yelled angrily; the word'mother' was bursting with sarcasm. Isabela looked surprised for a moment, but soon her expression got strict.

"What's with your tone?"

"Oh, nothing!" She rolled her eyes, glowing quietly, as she stood right in front of Isabela. "Just this." She threw the diary on a cabinet with a loud slap.

"What is..." Isabela started, but her voice got stuck as realization hit her. She gasped in shock, and her face became fearful. "Lelly..." 

The young woman interrupted her. "Don't you fucking 'Lelly' me!" Her voice turned into screaming. How could she use those stupid nicknames right now? Isabela didn't call her 'Lelly' for years. "You lied to me!" She screamed,  anger was boiling up.

"I didn't lie to anyone!" Isabela yelled, causing her daughter to scoff. "And you had no right to look through my stuff!" She demanded, this time a bit more confidently.

"Well, excuse me!" Young woman threw her hands into the air. She felt like her heart was filled with poison and it kept leaking through her brain, splitting out. "It's just really fun to read how your own mother says that she hates you more than anything!" 

"Do you think I've enjoyed this?! I never wanted kids!" 

"Thank you for finally admitting it!" Kelley scoffed, towering over her mother. "You're manipulative bitch!

Isabela's eyes sparkled in rage that she had buried down for so long. "You have no right to talk with me like this." Right now, she didn't feel like she was in her forties; she felt like an angry teenager, filled with hatred.

Her daughter crossed her arms. "Why should I care?! You said you wished I was never born." She wiped her eyes, feeling the tears on her cheeks.

"It's not like this..."

"THEN WHAT IS IT?" Kelley yelled so loudly that she was sure that everyone in the house would hear it. "You're just was too weak to do what you want!"

"...Hey... Can we... just discuss it?" Both women winced at Gael's unsure demand as he slowly walked down to them. "I can feel you two are upset...".

Isabela's voice dropped, but it was still filled with anger. "I am fine."

"I'm not going to just discuss it!" Kelley breathed out. "This bitch deserves to be shouted at."

"IF YOU CALL ME LIKE THIS ONE MORE TIME..."

"Please!" Gael begged, as the true son of his mother, he preferred to keep things calm, but both Isabela and Kel ignored him.

"What about papa?!" Kelley was indignant, clenching her shaking fists. "What would he feel if he knew that you never loved him?" 

It just wasn't fair. Not to her, not to anyone. 

"Do you think it's fun being married to a person you never loved?" Isabela gasped in annoyance. "I wished to be free for years! But sometimes you can't be selfish! Sometimes you have to do things for the family's sake! Even if you hate it!"

Gael stood between them, spreading his arms to create distance between mother and daughter. "Let's all take a deep breath and talk it through." He begged, trying to calm down both women. 

"You know what? I don't care!" Kelley muttered through her teeth. "I'm going into my room. Not like you would care anyway."  

Isabela and Gael stared at how she rushed upstairs. A few seconds later, both of them heard a loud sound of the slamming door.

Sobering drunkenness

She wasn't sure why she started to drink. She wasn't sure why she kept doing it

She didn't care

Cracked au

CW: Alcoholism/Alcohol abuse

Luisa wasn't sure when it started. Probably in her early twenties. Her workload was getting simultaneously big, and she kept doing everything to hold on the board. But the more she forced herself to work, the harder it became. She felt drained out of any energy and strength, and then, without giving herself time to restore it properly, her own productivity kept dropping down, forcing Luisa to work even more. There was constant pain in her body that wouldn't go away; her motivation for work was getting less, and Luisa didn't know how to stop it. She wanted to suck it up and keep working like she always did. But it just kept getting worse with each passing day.

When she accidentally found a bottle of wine at Casita, probably something from Tía's collection, Luisa didn't actually plan to drink it. She just wanted to put it back on the top shelf. Why did she go to the kitchel to grab a wineglass? She just had been too tired lately. People say that alcohol is a good distraction, right? And Luisa wanted to stop worrying about her workload, get some rest, and maybe stop feeling so tired.

It didn't help. But she drank it anyway, wincing at the bitter taste as her throat was getting warmer. Alcohol was spreading through her body, tiring her mind. Luisa didn't remember how she fell asleep.

In the morning, her head was tearing apart from pain even more than usual, and her body twitched over the alcohol that Luisa consumed on an empty stomach. There was a broken glass near her, implying that Luisa fell asleep while she was drinking yesterday. Or maybe she didn't; she couldn't remember that night very well. And she promised that she would never drink again. There was nothing good in this; it didn't make her feel better. Why did people actually drink? She just felt like staying in her room for the whole day, but this wasn't an option. She thought she was going to stay sober; the taste and pain were too awful. But, apparently, she did drink again the next evening.

Even back then, Luisa wasn't sure why she drank. It didn't help her; if anything, working with hangover had been the worst thing she ever did. She didn't particularly like the taste; she really wasn't used to actually drinking before, only taking one glass at some celebrations. She just... did it. At least, a headache would distract her from this chronic pain in her muscles because of exhaustion that never seemed to go away.

Maybe when Abuela passed away, it got worse. Luisa might be over meter ninety, she might have enough muscles to intimidate anyone even without her strength, but it didn't mean she wasn't scared of her Abuela in some way, always seeking for her approval. So she didn't drink that much. But it wasn't the same with Isabela. Don't get it wrong, Luisa loved her big sister, but she... she didn't really care about her opinion. Frankly, two of them barely spoke to each other since they were like, what, early teens, maybe? So Luisa wasn't worried about disappointing Isabela. And the older out of the two couldn't really do anything to stop Luisa. The vines weren't an option against someone who could lift buildings like pillows. The only thing she would do at Isabela's demand to stop was to just roll her eyes in annoyance. Becides, it wasn't that bad. Just a little way to relax.

She kept forgetting things; her memories were blurry, dizzied with liquid running down her throat. Hovewer, Luisa didn't really care. She kept drinking. And the more she drank, the more she needed to drink to feel any effect.

Some rational part of her knew that it was wrong. She had to stop this; the alcohol didn't do anything to help her except a moment of relief, for which she would have to pay greatly the next day. But she just couldn't help it; her arms were reaching for another bottle at the shop without her realizing it. Her brain craved for another glass every evening; she needed alcohol to function normally. Somewhere deep inside, Luisa really wanted to stop, but she just couldn't.

She wasn't addicted (and even if she was, it wasn't that matter, she would just drink another bottle to forget about this fact), she just needed some distraction from her worklife that kept getting worse with each year. Because she already had too much work to do in time, and with hangovers being her new constant companion, Luisa couldn't really work in time to do even half of what she used to do before. So she worked more, and the more she worked, the more she drank. It was an endless circle where Luisa kept drowning herself deeper and deeper in this warming drink.

Her hands didn't shake anymore, grip was tight and steady. From wine she'd gotten to the stronger beverages. Sometimes it was a good aguardiente, sometimes a few shots of rum. And Luisa kept drinking, despite how her body felt like it was about to pass out at any moment. She swallowed the lump in her throat, ignoring how much she wanted to throw up.

She wasn't sure if there was an actual way to stop drinking anymore. It was her stimulation to do anything. The idea of spending even a week without another bottle felt like something unbearable. Becides, was it really that important? She could live with this. After so many years, Luisa was used to this feeling of headache or this strange fog in her brain that made her forget things in the evening. Being tipsy was her normal condition, so it didn't matter how much she drank now.

So, Luisa took another sip. It didn't matter. She wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway.

Somebody, please, help her

Hey! Cracked au spouses!

All marriages were arranged by Abuela

Mariano: Obviously, Isabela's husband. He's actually pretty nice and understanding man, respecting Isabela's boundaries. At first, they really managed to have those perfect relationships everyone wanted from them. But lately Isabela feels that hiding her true feelings is way harder, causing her to argue with Mariano often enough. Or, well, it mostly Isabela yelling at him. She honestly likes Mariano, but only as a friend.

Maricio: Dolores' husband. They probably have the best relationships out of all grandkids. Both are calm and calculating. Like Mariano, Maricio respects Dolores. And Dolores had learn to accept this marriage. Maricio loves Dolores, but knows about the prophecy and realizes that she would never love him. It was probably a part of the reason why they on a really good terms.

Amador: Luisa's spouse. Unlike with Dolores and Isabela, none of the sides was actually interested. The biggest of their interactions was when they were trying to give Alma a grandchild so she would leave them alone. They barely speak to eachother, acting more like two strangers. Luisa just says that he can do whatever he wants. She doesn't love him, why should she care? (That's what she said when Dolores told her that Amador is going out with her brother)

Ramona: Camilo's. And oh, if any of the marriages was bad it was theirs. Abuela wanted someone calm for Camilo, hoping that she will hold him back and, possibly, make a way more responsible. It didn't work. If Camilo is messy, Ramona hates when anything is out of order. They argued constantly since their marriage literally about anything. Just like with Luisa and Amador, they just decided to give Alma another grandchild so she would leave them alone. But, ironically, Abuela passed away during her pregnancy, so this was a futile effort. Everyone was shocked when Ramona announced about the second pregnancy years after.

Hair and brain

Coily hair took a lot of effort to bruch And siblings are siblings notherless

Cracked au

"Oh, mama! Did you know that Tío Abuelo once burned down the kitchen to make Tía a wedding cake?" Beatriz babled happily, dangling her legs as Dolores kept combing her dark coily hair.

She had to admit that her youngest was always pretty fond of history. Either from listening to her older siblings or cousins of varying degrees of kinship doing their homework or just asking for some stories from her mother's past, Time traveling was probably a pretty fit gift for her. At least now, Beatriz won't ask for twenty stories per day. 

Braiding curly hair is such a terrible thing to do. Dolores can only hope that both of her daughters will soon be old enough to do it themselves. Dolores had enough troubles with doing her pineapple already. Well, at least Gael was old enough not to need any assistance in this matter.

"He set his own sleeve on fire!" The young girl announced it with all her excitement, and Dolore winced from screaming. "Sorry, mami," Beatriz mumbled quickly, realizing that she said it too loudly.

The woman sighed, patting her daughter's head. "Don't worry, mija, it's okay." She whispered, separating Beatriz's thick hair into wisps. Well, Dolores couldn't say she didn't expect this from her Tío Agústin. It would actually be way more surprising if he didn't end up hurting himself that day. Or any other. 

Beatriz continued to tell what was going on. "I tried to call Bisabuela, but because they couldn't see me, it turned into a blaze." The woman had to admit that it was great information. Everyone knew that her mama caused a hurricane on her wedding day. It's good to know that Tía also had something messy that many years ago. "And Abuelo... —Ouch!" The girl let out a short cry as the comb clambed up onto the knot in her hair.

"Lo siento, are you okay?" Dolores muttered worriedly, throwing a quick look at the clock on the wall. Oh, well, it's usually the time when Gabriela wakes up...

She closed her eyes, focusing on footsteps that were getting closer at a trotting pace.. Well... Three... two... one...

"Mama, it's my turn!" Her middle child demanded, breaking through the door, making Casita click it dalles resentfully.

Beatriz almost jumped off the chair. "No, mama is combing my hair now!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms confidently as her hermana ran down the stairs to get closer to them.

Gabriela threw her hair into the air. "No, you've promised to start doing my hair firstly today!"

Dolores sighed. "Gabi, you have to wake up earlier for that," Beatriz giggled, showing her tongue. "Bea, no," Dolores demanded, making both of her daughters go quiet. Gabi was a big sleeper, barely managing to wake up by school time most of the days. Not like Dolores could actually blame her, being an early bird was inherited from Tía Julieta's side of the family, not theirs.

A moment later, Gabriela stared at her mother, green eyes sparkling with pleading. "Mami, please!" A moment later, she added. "I'm the best student in my class!" Honestly, she was probably the best in the whole school.

Beatriz scoffed. "You're just good at remembering." Dolores couldn't say it wasn't true; Gabri's gift has definitely helped her in educational order. But that's just how their lives were. No one could blame Gabriela for her ability to memorize everything she once heard.

Dolores sighed and stared at both of them strictly. "Girls, if you won't close your mouths, I won't bable either of you. You'd just have to stay disheveled." This threat was enough for them both to stop, now turning their attention to her.

Gabriela crossed her arms, looking like she was a teacher getting ready to scold her student. "No, mama, how many times did you say that if I don't do this, then my hair will have a lot of knots?" She looked down, counting on her fingers. "More than forty-nine in the last two months!"

Oh, yes, having a child who can remember every word you'd ever said to the smallest detail feels so bizarre. Especially when this child had such a fair conceit of herself even before getting her gift. Dolores chuckled, patting Gabriela's shoulder. "Ah, sí. You're such a clever little girl."

Gabi nodded confidently. "Of course I am!" Her face brightened with a huge smile.

"But I'm still smarter!" Beatriz interrupted her, displeased with losing her fair share of attention. 

"You're not!"

The younger girl scoffed, shrugging a little. "You can remember only what you've heard! I can know anything that ever happened!" Dolores tried to pit her palm forward, hoping that this would stop both girls, but they ignored her, keeping up with their usual argument.

Gabriela rolled her eyes, chuckling a little. "But it takes too much time." Their mom couldn't help but think about the times when she and Camilo argued about which gift would make it easier to cheat on exams. Okay... arguing about who's actually smarter was probably way better than bragging that you could break the rules. Oh, what a good time it was, back when things were so easy.

Dolores sighed, shaking her head with a slight snigger. Yes, those two are definitely siblings.

The weight of responsibility

Abuela had always said that Isabela would be great as her successor. But she never told Isabela what she would be supposed to do

Cracked au

Abuela always told Isabela that she's going to be a great leader. As a child, she took this as a great compliment, imagining herself at her grandma's place, everyone would love her so much!

Growing up, Isabela started to realize that this was way deeper than just giving some advice to townspeople and being worshiped. But Granny kept saying that Isabela would be great at her place. So Isabela smiled, knowing how much of trust Abuela had put in her if she openly admitted her eldest granddaughter as her successor.

But... As much as Abuela was saying that she was going to make her a new matriarch, she never taught Isabela anything about it. The woman realized it only when Alma passed away, leaving her already grown-up nieta in charge. 

How did she have to lead? How does she plan another street? How was she supposed to control the economy in the village? Abuela taught her how to be perfect; she didn't say a word about how it was to be a leader. What should she do to solve every issue and make sure everything is under control?

The only skills Isabela had were to be pretty and distract everyone from problems; no one actually said how to deal with the part where she supports being the leader. Even with the fact that Isabela was naturally good at this, or maybe this was because of her perfectionism. She considered Abuela's work as something hard even before her grandma's death, but she never thought of how hard it actually is. The thought that she would have to carry responsibility for the whole village came after Abuela died at the first time. And by then, there was no one from whom she could demand an answer. And what was she supposed to do now? Yes, she technically could go to her parents for an advise.... But Isabela now was higher in this social ladder, she was the one to control everything. As much as she loved keeping things under control, it was never this large-scale. Even keeping her family inder control seemed to be impossible, not even mentioning all of the villagers.

She felt like everything was cracking around her. How did Abuela manage not to lose her head with this whole mess? Isabela was completely fed up with just trying to deal with Camilo and Ramona's constant arguments. Did people say that opposites attract each other? It definitely didn't work with them both. Ramona was neat, meticulous to every detail. Camilo was noisy and stuffy—a little bit crazy, just like Isabela wished to be. He couldn't keep things organized, making his wife annoyed by his childish actions. So she argued about where to put something, and Camilo, too stubborn for his own good, kept doing it as he wanted, just to get on her nerves.

They would probably be way happier with a divorce. But then it would've started some rumors in the village. And Isabela couldn't allow that. They had to be perfect in everyone's eyes. Those two just had to suck it up and solve their problems by themselves. Even if solving problems in this family usually meant to close their eyes and turn away. Becides, Isabela couldn't stand the idea of letting others escape unwanted marriage while still being stuck herself. Then there was Luisa, who just couldn't stop drinking. Isabela had lost count of how many times she caught Luisa sitting in the kitchen in the middle of the night, drinking herself into unconsciousness. At first, Isabela tried to take away the bottles, but Luisa was clenching those tightly as if they were glued to her palms. Vines couldn't help either; Luisa's strength would be enough to lift all the plants Isabela ever created at once.

Luisa's love for drinking was worrying, and when Isabela was worried, she tended to get angry. The only thing that saved them both from thousands hours of arguments was the fact that Luisa didn't seem to actually care most of the time. And it was so goddamn frustrating! 

Was it Isabela's fault? She had never seen Luisa drunk before Abuela passed away. Did it happen because she couldn't handle the responsibility of the new matriarch well?

Young Isabela wished for the day when she would be the leader, respected and trusted by everyone. Now she just wished not to be. But it wasn't about what she wanted. Isabela never wanted to marry Mariano either, but she still did. She had to, for the family's sake. And, honestly, pretending that she's happy in front of everyone was way easier than being in charge of the whole town. Even with Isabela's innate ability to lead, this job took a lot. She felt like she was trown on the middle of a battlefield, completely disoriented and being forced to run from one side to another until she learned how to behave properly, handling everything she needed. 

But even if Isabela somehow managed to hold a grip on the village, the situation at home was a bit different. The youngest generation might be listening to her, obeying most of the rules, because for them, Isabela was a serious authority, but her own wasn't so willing to play this game, not even mentioning the adults. (Why did she call them adults? Her whole generation was grown up) On the other hand, the whole family was able to stay with raised heads, and that was the most important thing. Their problems would be easily left in the Casita.

How did Abuela manage to hold it all together for so long? Isabela felt that her head would explode at any moment. She had so many details to memorize: the new development and planting plans, the lists of birthdays or mournings. It was up to Isabela to make sure her family was helping, that every part of those giant clocks that Abuela's set worked as intended.

Being the leader of the city was a big honor. And even bigger responsibility.

She'll be okay.

[Set in cracked]

Isabela: Well, at least I'm not an alcoholic.

Luisa: Well, at least I'm not doing any street drugs.

Isabela, staring at Luisa in surprise: Uh.. I'm not doing drugs either.

Luisa: Yeah, I know.

Luisa: I just meant that it could be worse

If in Cracked AU the cracks never showed up- that means that Bruno never left the walls.

Yes. Bruno never left. He also got very cautious with his rats to prevent Antonio from finding him.

And let's just say, living without sun, normal food or hygiene took a huge impact on him. Bruno never got out of the walls alive.

[Cracked au]

Beatriz: *Stares at the wall with a broken face*

Gabriela: *nudges her* Ah, why so depressed?

Beatriz: There's a corpse in the walls

Gabriela: Uh... What? *scoffs* This is the stupidiest prank you ever tried. How about you show me that 'corpse', hm?

[ten minutes later]

Gabriela:

Gabriela: *gags from the rotting smell* Wh... What the...

Canon! Isabela: Holy fuck, Luisa, you drank all coffee in the house!

Canon! Luisa: For a record, I had to defend my honour. Tía Pepa had said that she's the most avid coffee drinker, I couldn't just leave it like this

Cracked! Isabela: Would my Luisa stop drinking if I bring her ten wagons of coffee?

Canon! Mirabel: First of all, Luisa, stop. Second, does anyone question the fact that we just have an au crossover?

[Cracked au]

Isabela: Don't get me wrong, Beatriz has a cool gift

Isabela: But I wish she could ask Abuela what I'm actually supposed to do as a new matriarch.

Dolores: I'm pretty sure it would break the universe

I'm just wondering...

Info for those who doesn't know

Pedro and Alma swap: Pedro lives, Alma dies. He might be filled with guilt and becoming overprotective

Cursed gifts: Alma and Mirabel's argument leads to corruption of the candle, causing gifts to hurt their owners

Cracked: Cracks didn't appear, so Mirabel didn't fix her family problems. The more time had passed, the worse it became

Mamaluisa: Luisa is a Mirabel's parental figure (there's really no content whatsoever)

Gluing the broken glass: Gift swap au as was stated. Mirabel wants to heal her family, it's her job after all.

You left me dripping in the wax: Take on "Mirabel runs away" idea. Somebody may, or may not end up with a decision to destroy the candle to avenge her.

[Cracked au]

Gael: I.. I just wanted to make everyone happy...

Mirabel:

Mirabel:... We fucked up, didn't we?

Luisa: Kinda...

Isabela: Couldn't say it better

Married to the grave

Many women had been waiting for their wedding since their childhood. Today, Isabela wanted nothing more than to cry her eyes out.

Cracked au comes back! Yes!

Many women had been waiting for their wedding since their childhood. The beautiful white dresser, fancy ceremony... It all was really breathtaking. Isabela enjoyed visiting weddings too, usually to decorate the place. As a child, the idea of a wedding seemed as something magical.

Today she wanted to cry her eyes out. Mariano was a decent man, don't get her wrong. He was nice and kind. Pretty elegant too. But marrying him? She was getting nauseous from this idea. She knew that she would never love him from the very beginning. But Abuela wanted this, so Isabela had to keep her feelings shut. It could be worse. Mariano was at least generally nice as a person. And she was happy he was tolerable as a friend at least. She hoped it would give her some comfort even in spite of the situation.

The wedding dress felt unpleasantly tight, so strong that Isabela felt like she couldn't breathe. It was squeezing the air out of her lungs, restraining her in a white prison. Isabela didn't feel that she would be able to breathe ever again. Even once the ceremony was over, this dress was tied to her skin, it wouldn't let her inhale in full lungs even once she took it off. Never again. The roughness of a soft cotton dress was crushing her.

Isabela felt like she was drowning. That each step took her a bit further and further away from the freedom, from the life she wished to have. The colorful inflorescences of jacaranda flooded the streets, towering beautiful petals over Isabela.

Her twenty-second birthday was going to be the day when she lost her freedom. No, it wasn't like she had much of it before, but this hit in a different way. There were different requirements for the married women. 

Her stomach was tied into a hard knot, her breakfast wanted to get out. Isabela swallowed, burying the gagging deeper into her throat. She felt so sick about today. It wasn't how future wives were supposed to feel and Isabela knew it. The couples under the wedding altar always looked so happy. A total opposite of what Isabela felt herself. It wasn't normal and she knew it. She never wanted to get into this, but right now it was too late. Abuela expected her to marry Mariano, everyone expected them to marry and live their happily ever after. Probably something along with overdramatic lines like "Until the death will part our ways". 

Sometimes, Isabela wished she protested at the beginning, yelling that she didn't want to marry Mariano the moment Abuela even suggested it. She should have said that she would prefer to marry a nice girl! Not him. But it wasn't just about Isabela now, it was about their family and status. Sometimes you had to do what everyone needed instead of what you wanted for yourself. If the family needed Isabela to marry Mariano and have five kids, she would marry Mariano and have five kids. No matter if she felt a headache just from this idea itself.

It was her life and Isabela wouldn't abandon her duty. Being perfect came with a prize. Isabela was pushed into this role, the role of a perfect golden girl as long as she could actually remember herself. She was a little angel since her very birth. Her entire life was based on being perfect. How could she not marry the perfect guy that Abuela had set for her?

The ceremony was big. Isabela had personally wrapped each bench in flowers, decorated the plaza in front of a church. It was standing perfectly in the middle today, the setting sun was glimmering through the building. Isabela's knees were shaking so much that she felt that she would fall in any second but her gait didn't budge even a little. She spent her entire life, being perfect, after such a long time she learned how to hide every flaw in her, no matter how small it was.

Her heart felt like a boulder was chained to it, crashing her core. But it was okay. Isabela didn't let a single tear shred from her eyes. Her smile didn't falter. She was a perfect actor. No one would find out how she felt about this.

Still, something inside her soul had withered the moment she said "Yes".

[Cracked au]

Antonio, looking at the mess his family has become:

Antonio: And they're asking why I prefer animals...

Cracked AU. So, how many kids are there in the youngest generation? And who are the parents of each one? Does Mirabel have a spouse or any kids, and is there anyone lined up to marry Antonio?

So, I posted about spouses and the kids of Isabela and Dolores. I think I'll go to Luisa and Camilo now

Luisa has one son Joaquin, who can manipulate liquids. He pretty much goes after his mother and works the most out of his generation. He's probably a bit spoiled by his grandparents as he's the only boy in the cold side.

Camilo has "two" kids. Tho he isn't sure if the second one is his.

The older one is Facundo. He and Joaquin both were born more for Abuela than for anything else as she became more pressing on the kids with younger grandkids after Isabela lost fertility. Facundo is probably Pepa's favourite. (Who can blame her?)

The youngest is Ester, tho Camilo isn't sure if she's his daughter actually. He doesn't remember getting relationships with his wife ever since Alma dies. But there's no dna tests, so he doesn't have much proofs.

Antonio isn't married. He was too young to get into marriage when Abuela had died. And, seeing his family, he's not exactly thrilled of the idea.

Mirabel is afraid of having kids. What of they will get gifts and leave her to live in Casita? She isn't married either. She doesn't really have relationships with everyone from the town.

Over all there's eight kids in the youngest generation.

[Cracked au]

Alma, observing the family in the afterlife: I'm getting more and more concerned with each passing day

Pedro: Don't worry, it was the same for me. You'll get used to it